1. Gisele's Story


    Date: 8/16/2017, Categories: Fiction, Bisexual, Oral Sex / Blowjob, BDSM, Consensual Sex, Lesbian, Lesbian, Group Sex, Hardcore, Interracial, Job / Office Sex, Group Sex, Oral Sex / Blowjob, Group Sex, Toys, Author: tw_holt, Source: sexstories.com

    Author’s note: This is an interracial porn story. There’s a plot, but not an overly complex one. If you aren’t a fan of white girl/black guy(s), then it may be a good idea if you read something else, maybe in a different category. This story takes place right as my other story, Ashley’s Story, was ending (in the month of May). All characters are over 18, are fictional, and were written for entertainment purposes. Gisele’s Story Chapter 1 It was done. I was finished. College was over! I was so happy to graduate, to be done with all the studying, work, and stress. I was sitting next to Ian on the couch, snuggling tightly, with a man I loved – or thought I loved. A man I wished loved me in return, but sadly, I felt he didn’t and never would. It was bittersweet too. Ian was leaving for the summer to work on an oil rig right around the time I would start my internship. “Elite Magazine eh?” he asked. “Yep. This internship could turn into a job there,” I said, hoping for the best with the Atlanta-based magazine publisher. Ian put his arm around me, “Good. This sounds like a great opportunity for you.” “Yeah, I know,” I replied, feeling fortunate to land this internship, wanting to prove my worth. “Maybe you’ll meet a nice guy,” he said. I hated when he suggested that. I only wanted him, but was too afraid to tell him. I’ve wanted him since I began liking boys. I shrugged, “Maybe.” I sat up, looking in his blue eyes, short blonde hair. “What about you? You going meet anyone?” ...
    “Maybe,” He shrugged. “Maybe for the summer. I’m sure New Orleans has a nice selection of ladies,” he chuckled. He was leaving for New Orleans in a few days to work on the oil rig in the Gulf – mainly checking to see if things were up to code and there’d be no more mistakes and oil spills. “You could have any woman you want,” I told him. “Ha, yeah right. Who knows,” He pulled me in for another hug. “Do enjoy your summer and internship while I’m gone. If you land a job there, you’re more than welcome to keep living here. You’d save money too.” “I’d love that. I really appreciate you letting me stay here while I was in school. It’s helped a lot. My dad is thankful too,” I told him. “Glad to help! Now, let’s head out to dinner to celebrate,” Ian stood, extending his hand to me. As much as I wanted a lovely dinner-date, ending with a night of love making to the man I loved, I knew it wouldn’t happen – it would never happen with Ian. I pushed my sadness aside and enjoyed every second with him before he left ***** A week before Ian left, I was getting a few groceries. At the store, on the isle containing magazines, I picked up the newest issue of Elite Magazine. I’ve seen one before, I heavily researched the website, I was familiar. I flipped through it and sure enough, each and every article, whether they were about cars, music, movies, even the advertisements, had a black male model posing with a white woman. I thought it was a coincidence. I got to the fitness section of the magazine. ...
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