Black Teenage Pussy - White Older Men
Older White Civil Rights Lawyer lusts Young Black Pussy
A reader asked me to write a story about wealthy older white men and young black teenagers.
This is the first story that I have written about this subject. I had no idea where it was leading to as I wrote it.
I would like to hear your comments/suggestions.
All characters are at least 18 years old.
Warning: This story may be offensive to some readers.
Mr. John Regan was a white 56-year-old nationally well-known civil rights lawyer with a beautiful 52-year-old blond trophy wife and a 18 year old daughter.
Mr. Regan was an intimidating big man that stood at 6'5" and weighed about 250 pounds.
He had become extremely successful during the last thirty years in that he now owned a mansion on the west coast of California and on the east coast in the exclusive Hamptons on the Long Island shore.
It was interesting that the places he owned homes were almost exclusively owned by white people like himself.
However, he was the first person that many people of color called when they felt their civil rights had been violated.
Aside from him being very proud of the civil rights cases that he had won over the decades, there was one type of thing that he relished the most.
That one type of thing was sitting in front of him now at a rundown burger restaurant in a small southern town - and that was girls like Sheba Washington, a gorgeous charcoal black 18-year-old teenager.
Mr. Regan had been in these situations with young 18- and 19-year-old black girls for many years.
Sheba had written a letter to the famous civil rights lawyer and explained that she felt her mother was falsely arrested for soliciting for prostitution.
Sheba was thrilled when Mr. Regan responded to her letter. It was the first sign of hope that she'd get her mother released from jail.
Mr. Regan informed her that he'd be travelling to a town near her regarding another similar case. It happened to be with another 18-year-old teenage black girl, Nia Jackson
He arranged to meet Sheba at the Redneck Hamburger Café restaurant the following Sunday.
When Sunday arrived, they both sat at the restaurant, where Sheba explained to the civil rights lawyer that her mother had been falsely arrested for prostitution.
She believed her mother was falsely arrested at the direction of the mayor of the town, a white man, who was angry her mother was not properly satisfying his sexual fetish he had with black women.
Sheba explained that no lawyer in the county was willing to take her case because of potential retribution from the mayor, his staff, or fanatical acolytes.
Mr. Regan feigned that he was focusing on Sheba's explanation of her mother's innocence. However, his eyes repeatedly shifted to her large breasts and the outline of her nipples in her tight braless blouse.
Mr. Regan figured that this 5'3" and 120-pound charcoal gorgeous teenage black girl wore the braless blouse to help sway him to accept her mother's legal case.
He had been in this situation countless times with young teenage black girls that needed a successful civil rights lawyer.
However, Mr. Regan had needs too.
It was a need that his white 52-year-old trophy wife certainly couldn't provide him with - nor even his 18-year-old daughter.
And that one need was to embed his white cock deep into a welcoming young black pussy.
"Once you go Black, you never go back," he'd tell his likeminded older white male wealthy friends at the exclusive white's only country club that he belonged.
His wealthy older white friends would gleefully agree and tell stories of the young teenage black girls they hired for the sole purpure to quench their need for black pussy.
Mr. Regan could not explain why he particularly lusted curvaceous teenage black pussy. He didn't think he was a racist. Nor did he think it had anything to do with the cruel history of race relations in the country.
As Sheba explained her mother's situation, Mr. Regan reached across the table and caressed her delicate hands, "I'd like to accept your mother's case, but I need to be paid for my legal services."
"I don't have any money! I don't have a job!" she responded as tears began to drip down her face. She had indeed hoped that her braless blouse would sway him to accept the legal job to defend her mother.
Mr. Regan feigned a fatherly understanding smile and delivered the line he had said so many times in situations like this with other young 18- and 19-year-old teenage black girls, "You're a very attractive young smart girl. I am sure you'll find a way to pay for my legal services.
Sheba's only response was to helplessly stare into the older man's blue eyes. The same type of eyes that she had seen from many older white men. Eyes that said it lusted young black flesh.
"I am staying at the Lee motel Inn for another few days if you find a way to pay for my legal services," he smiled and stood up. He pulled out his wallet from his pocket and placed enough cash for the bill and a hefty tip.
He then leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Room 607 - the Lee motel."
As he walked out of the restaurant the manager asked him "did you enjoy your hamburger?"
