Naomi grew up in a conservative and religious middle-class white family. Truthfully, she did not share her family’s sentiments, but ‘when in Rome, do as the Romans do’. She could never befriend any of ‘the darker people’, as her family referred to them, because that simply was not allowed.
To her shame, she had often found some of the Hispanic and black guys that she encountered at school rather handsome, but of course never dared mention this to anyone. In her final year at school, Naomi was really looking forward to attending college, so she could finally get away from the stuffiness of her upbringing. There was also a second reason that she wished to get away, as will shortly be explained.
Naomi’s much older brother, Jacob, had already left home years before and she essentially felt like an only child. Toward the end of her final year at school, Naomi lost her virginity to ‘Uncle Roger’. Uncle Roger was not only her dad’s employer but also one of the wealthiest men in their closely connected community. Uncle Roger was in his mid-fifties and his wife had passed a few years before.
Uncle Roger lived on his own because his kids had long since moved out of the home and started their own lives. When Naomi’s dad won a weekend away for being the employee of the month, Uncle Roger kindly offered to look after Naomi during their absence, because leaving a young girl on her own was simply not the ‘done’ thing.
That weekend Uncle Roger fucked Naomi relentlessly, and it was, therefore, no big surprise when Naomi’s dad won two further ‘employee of the month’ awards. Uncle Roger really took to Naomi and even mentioned that he would eventually like to marry her. Comprehending the predicament that her father would be placed in, Naomi played along with Uncle Roger’s desires but insisted that their liaison remain a secret until she finished her college degree. Naturally, she had no intention of marrying an old man but figured that after three years of college, she would finally be the decision maker concerning her future. She was very happy, therefore, when she went off to college the following year and escaped the clutches of Uncle Roger.
College was extremely agreeable to Naomi, and the freedom she felt after her former oppression was extremely liberating. A further plus in her life was that being a secret smoker she could now enjoy her addiction without retribution. Naomi wasn’t a heavy smoker but loved the five or six daily cigarettes that she could now freely indulge in. Naturally, smoking in the residence was not allowed, but there was a lovely courtyard out the back where this wickedness was tolerated. It was because of this routine that the story I am about to tell transpired.
One evening at around nine, Naomi walked into the quadrangle at the back of her residence. Across the way, there was a large store room of sorts where a lot of sporting equipment was housed. There were two large locked doors that barred the entrance to this facility. To the left, there was a small pathway with an established shrubbery bordering it. That evening, prior to lighting up her cigarette, Naomi decided to explore this pathway to see what lay beyond. As she arrived at the end of the pathway she looked left and observed a window and a door set into the building. Even more surprising to her was that there seemed to be a beam of light emanating from the window.
As she gingerly made her way to the window, she saw that the curtains of the window had not been fully closed and she could see what looked like an apartment. This was Alfred’s apartment, as she would soon learn, and he was a janitor at the college. She had seen him on campus and was very taken with him. He was a very good-looking black guy in his late thirties. Alfred was tall, well-built, and exuded a regal bearing. He moved in a graceful, almost feline way. He had an extremely dark complexion, was totally bald, and had a short-cropped beard. Even though he was much too old for her, she was, nevertheless, impressed by his awesome presence.
As Naomi peeped through the curtains, Alfred emerged with a towel wrapped around his waist, from what presumably was his bathroom. His torso was hairless and well-formed, and his body seemed to glow like a highly polished dark wood. As she watched, Alfred sat on a large sofa before what was obviously a television, given the play of light reflecting off him. He then leaned back and stretched his body in a relaxed fashion. After a minute or so he got up and moved towards the television set. She could not see what he was doing, but when he returned to his couch, Alfred sat wide legged after opening his towel.
The vision that now met her eyes was totally awesome. Alfred’s knob looked like a huge forearm protruding from his body. From the naked pictures that she had seen of men, Uncle Roger’s cock was impressive, but Alfred was entirely in another league. From the expression on his face, she could clearly discern that he was watching some kind of porn. His eyes were alive with lust and his pink tongue lolled around his full lips.
Very leisurely, Alfred began stroking the top of his dick with his fingers. Next, he took the base of his cock in hand and began swaying the front of his knob to and fro. Naomi’s mouth was practically watering, as she imagined what his tool would feel like inside her pussy.
Naomi now slipped her hand under her dress and pushed her fingers into her panties. With her digits moving in a circular motion over her vulva, she continued to watch Alfred.
Alfred lovingly moved his hand up and down his knob as he gently caressed it. Naomi watched his proud eyes moving between his dick and the television set. Next, Alfred closed his finger around the shaft of his cock, as he easily pulled his ample foreskin downward. Naomi was stunned when a dusky pink head emerged from the dark folds that had encased it. The dick-head shone with moisture, once fully exposed.
By this time, the motion of her fingers had begun to caress her pussy with far more urgency and she had to suppress the horny sounds that were emanating from her lips. Alfred's hand, as if in accordance with her excitement, also began to tug on his cock with greater resolve. With his head moving back and forth, Alfred’s body began to glow with perspiration as his intensity level started to peak.
When Alfred finally began to unload, Naomi could not believe the amount of spunk sprayed from his knob. It was as if lashings of yogurt erupted on his chest and stomach. Overcome, Naomi commenced squirting her own rapture through her fingers. She quickly felt for the packet of tissues that she had in her pocket, to clean herself up.
Totally overwhelmed, Naomi quickly made her way back to the quadrangle before entering the residence. As she lay in bed, with the earlier images of the evening flooding through her mind, it occurred to her that she hadn’t had her cigarette. Unfazed, she fell asleep soon after.
The following evening she did not spy on Alfred. A dichotomy had unfolded within her mind about her voyeurism. Much as she had loved it, it was an invasion of privacy. The night thereafter, however, it was as if an inexorable force was egging her on. She felt like a drug addict craving her next fix. Drawn like a moth to a flame, Naomi once more found herself at Alfred’s window, thankful that his curtains had again not been fully closed.
She watched transfixed as the same scenario played itself out. Once more Naomi pleasured herself as she observed the magnificent sight before her. Naomi would have loved to knock on his door and beg him to fuck her but realized that if he took offense she could be in a load of trouble. She presumed that like most people, Alfred obviously needed his job, and she was certain that he wouldn’t allow horniness to cloud his better judgment. As before, she timed her orgasm to coincide with his eruption.
Naomi’s addiction had now taken complete hold of her and for the following two weeks, her nightly fix became the highlight of her day.
One evening as she stood savouring her visual feast, she got a shock when someone grabbed her from behind. With his right hand over her mouth and his left hand snaking under the hand in her panties, he spoke. “Shhh,” he said. As his left hand began to rub her pussy she stood frozen.
“Do you often watch Alfred?” he asked. Naomi nodded her head.
“Does black cock turn you on, white girl?” he hissed before she again nodded.
Satisfied that she wouldn’t make a noise, her captor lowered his right hand and let it rest on her left breast. As he kneaded her left tit, the fingers of his left hand also fondled and patted on her pussy. Naomi could also feel a large, hard object brushing against her back. She began to sigh quietly as ample lips enclosed her right ear. When a finger, however, commenced spearing her cunt she emitted a loud groan.
Alfred’s door opened seconds later and with a towel around his hips, he stood looking at them. There was a bewildered look of annoyance on Alfred’s face when asked, “Jesus, Michael, what the fuck is going on here?”
“Looks like you’ve got a fan, Alfred. She likes watching you… Relax," Michael announced, impishly.