Big Black Cravings 4 - Jane Snow - E-Book

Big Black Cravings 4 E-Book

Jane Snow

0,0
6,49 €

oder
-100%
Sammeln Sie Punkte in unserem Gutscheinprogramm und kaufen Sie E-Books und Hörbücher mit bis zu 100% Rabatt.
Mehr erfahren.
Beschreibung

Three sizzling stories about three white women meeting some big black men... and then some!  These hot stories have been combined into one amazingly hot bundle.  An encounter with some big black delivery men, a sexy encounter with a big black boss and an unlucky stop by a big black officer.  This bundle pulls together Big Black Delivery, Big Black Boss, and Big Black Officer.

Big Black Delivery
Lily is a stay at home house wife with a husband that's been extremely busy lately. She's been as supportive as she can but when she noticed a long strand of blonde hair along with a lipstick mark on her husband's dress shirt, she's devastated. Before she can even formulate a plan, her new washer and dryer arrive, along with two large, muscular black delivery men.
They easily carry the heavily appliances up through her house and start installing when a shelf in the room falls on one of them. She apologizes profusely, knowing that it was her husband's fault. He was supposed to fix the shelving months ago. She notices that the shelving somehow cut through one of the black men's pants and as her eyes linger, she notices the tip of his manhood sneaking out through the leg opening of his boxers. Her face turns bright red as they inform her that they won't tell the company about the mishap.
Lily thanks them and leaves, trying to hide herself away by telling them she needs to shower. As the hot water rushes past her body, she can't help but think about what she just saw. Her hands slowly move down her lower body when one of the two black men knock on the door. They need her to help check the piping as their hands are too large. Lily rushes out in her bathrobe, gets on her knees and looks. When she turns her head back to one of the men, she gets a clear view of what she thought she saw before. She decides that this is her chance for a little bit of revenge while also offering a great bit of compensation for the ripped pants...

Big Black Boss
Jenny is an executive assistant in a small, predominantly white town. When her boss, Lincoln, is let go, she's worried that she'll follow right after, or will be get shuffled around unti she's jobless. It's not uncommon for a new incoming executive to bring along their own assistant.
The only thing she's heard about the new executive, Marcus, is that he's a black man, rare in this town, and that's relatively young. As she goes to get her lunch delivery, she finally manages to greet him along with the other Vice President's. Marcus gives her a warm hello before continuing on with his meetings with executives.
While Jenny sits and eats her lunch at her desk, Marcus stops by and says hello again. She's oddly attracted to the tall, dark, friendly man but he head's into his office for a call. As Jenny notices a pop up on her calendar informing her of a last minute meeting, she pops into her new boss' office and is stunned to see him quite literally with his pants down.
As a lonely black man in a white town, he's been unable to "release his stress" so to speak. Jenny decides this is her chance to make sure that she gets to keep her job, get a raise, and maybe, just maybe, have a bit of fun at the same time...

Big Black Officer
Amy has a rough day as she gets stopped by a police officer for a minor traffic violation. Making matters worse, she's misplaced her wallet, most likely leaving it at a restaurant that she had just left. When the officer asks for her license and she tries to explain her lost wallet, he lets her know that she'll have to go with him to the station.
In a last ditch effort, she tries a little game of quid pro quo... Let her loose and she can loosen something for the big black officer. Does the tall, dark, ebony police officer agree to her little deal?

Das E-Book können Sie in Legimi-Apps oder einer beliebigen App lesen, die das folgende Format unterstützen:

EPUB
Bewertungen
0,0
0
0
0
0
0
Mehr Informationen
Mehr Informationen
Legimi prüft nicht, ob Rezensionen von Nutzern stammen, die den betreffenden Titel tatsächlich gekauft oder gelesen/gehört haben. Wir entfernen aber gefälschte Rezensionen.



Big Black Cravings 4

By Jane Snow

Table of Contents

Big Black Delivery

Big Black Boss

Big Black Officer

About the Author

Big Black Delivery

The sun peeked over the trees outside my window, slowly pouring its radiating warmth into the chilly bedroom.  I rolled over and extended my hand out, hoping to feel my husband's chest but paused and sighed as I saw the empty spot where he was supposed to be.  He had changed quite a bit since his latest promotion, spending long hours in the office.

I couldn't recall the last time we had even woken up or fallen asleep together.  He would sneak in at night while I was sleeping before silently wandering out in the early beginnings of the morning.  We had chatted about it once before, about his absence and he promised he'd try but things hadn't changed.

To try to spark our love life last month, I bought and wore a string bikini.  It was difficult but I stayed up late until he came home, at which point, I had seductively walked over to him wearing nothing but open toed heels and the bright pink string bikini.  He had given me a small nod of acknowledgement before telling me he was too tired and he had another busy day ahead of him.

It was quite honestly, one of the most disappointing nights I had ever experienced with him.  My friends told me that he was most likely cheating.  There was no way for a man to ever turn down sex unless he already had gotten some, they had told me.  I brushed off their comments, but lately, their words echoed in my head.

I yawned and extended my arms upwards, arching my back as I wiggled my toes, stretching out as much as I could.  The bed creaked slightly as I rolled to my side and off the side.  Our new washer and dryer were supposed to arrive and I wanted to be presentable before they arrived.  I excitedly headed into the closet.

The current washer and dryer had both suffered problems at the same time.  I had to wait two weeks, watching as our clothes piled up in the closet.  For a neat freak like me, it was quite the burden to watch the pile of dirty clothes build.

I dug through the pile, splitting the colors away from the whites and making sure to flip over any socks and jeans.  It was a boring, laborious process but it had to be done, it wasn't like my husband was going to do it.  I paused as pulled up one of his darker dress shirts.

He normally sent his dress shirts in for dry cleaning and I found it strange that it was in the pile of dirty clothes.  It had a faint floral scent mixed with vanilla, which I found strange.  I grabbed a hanger and placed the shirt on it, figuring I could hand it over to the dry cleaner's later.

After hanging the shirt, I continued cleaning up the rest of the pile.  As I continued cleaning up the pile, I couldn't help but look back at the dress shirt.  A strange nagging feeling was tugging away at me.  He last wore that particular dress shirt when he had come home late smelling lightly of alcohol and smoke, which was strange for him.

My eyes caught a glint of something running alongside the collar of the shirt.  I grabbed the dress shirt and pulled up the collar.  There was a long strand of platinum blonde hair clinging to it, a third of it a dark brown.  It was obviously a piece of bleached hair from a woman.

"That's strange," I whispered to myself.

I didn't want to jump to conclusions based on one strand of hair.  There was always a chance that it could have just fallen on him while he was out.  It didn't mean he was cheating on me or anything.  I twirled the shirt around silently as the small bit of suspicion within me began to grow.

There was something else about the collar that was bothering me, but I couldn't quite pinpoint what it was.  I turned on the other closet light and stared at the collar of the shirt.  It was a darker colored shirt, a navy blue, but there was something wrong with the collar.  I leaned in, squinting as I stared at a small spot along the neck line.

"What is that?"  I questioned.

My jaw dropped and I let out an audible gasp as I nearly dropped the hanger.  It was obviously an outline of a bottom half of a lip.  My free hand clenched into a fist as I stared at the dress shirt, anger slowly boiling over within me.  The land strand of platinum blond hair and now this little lipstick mark, it was a bit too much.  It was like something straight out of a drama on television, a stupid soap opera or a cheesy rom-com.  My husband wasn't supposed to cheat on me; this wasn't supposed to happen to me.

I threw the dress shirt at the ground and bit my lower lip in anger.  My body was red hot, consumed with anger as I clenched my fists.  After all the patience I had shown him, he had gone and done the inevitable.  At least that's what my friends would have told me; that it was inevitable based on his actions.

My doorbell rang, breaking me out of my trance.  I grabbed a nearby silk robe and wrapped it around my body before rushing downstairs.  It was most likely the delivery guys swinging by bring in and install the washer and dryer.

I wondered if it was possible to return the appliances, now that I found out about my husband's indiscretions.  As I opened the door, I shook of the thought, thinking it too rude to ask the delivery men to take back the two heavy objects, especially through no fault of their own.  I paused as I stared at a thick barrel chest, giant black shoulders sprouting off the side.

The man standing in front of her was massive, muscles seemingly bulging off of more muscles.  My eyes wandered up his chest, up his thick neck to look up at him.  He had a shiny bald head, sweat beading down as he grinned down at me.  He was wearing a pair of baggy jeans, hanging low and revealing his navy boxer briefs and a bright white sleeveless undershirt, fully revealing his massively built arms that glistened in the sunlight.

"Good morning ma'am," he greeted.

"Uh... good morning," I replied, still amazed at the sheer size of the man.

He brought up his right arm to look down at a clipboard.  My eyes shifted over to see his biceps flex, the small ridges of his veins slowly popping up on his smooth ebony skin.  I sucked in my lips as my body grew warm at the sight.

"Washer and dryer?"  He asked.

"Uh... yes, that's right," I answered.

"Great!  My name Dylan, and..."  He paused as he turned and looked at the delivery truck.

The passenger side door opened and another large black man hopped out.  He was wearing black combat boots, baggy brown khakis that seemed to have pain splattered all over it and, like Dylan, a sleeveless undershirt, though his was covered in a camouflage design.

"This it?"  He asked as he dusted off his cargo pants.

He wore a black cap, with his braided hair sticking out the back.  I was astounded by how large the two men were.  Meathead was probably an understatement.

"Yeah, man.  And that's my buddy Roger," Dylan introduced.

"Oh, uh... hi, I'm Joan," I replied with a smile.

"You gonna get the shit off the truck?"  Roger called out.

"Excuse his language ma'am.  If you could look over this, I'll go help Roger with your washer and dryer," Dylan said as he handed me the clipboard.

I grabbed it with my trembling hands and watched as he turned and sauntered over to Roger.  He had a bit of a skip to his step as if he were dancing.  Roger smacked the back of the truck before lifting up the door.

"Damn man, how many deliveries we got today?"  He complained as he jumped onto the back of the truck.

"I think like 8 maybe?  Then we gotta head back and pick up some more," Dylan responded.

I felt slightly guilty as I heard their conversation.  There was no way I was going to ask them to return the washer and dryer now.  I also felt bad that they had 8 more deliveries ahead of them.  These appliances looked heavy.

"You unpacking today or is it my turn?"  Roger asked as he pulled on one of the large boxes.

"You do the honors," Dylan said as he hopped into the truck.

I continued staring, only briefly glancing at the paperwork as I watched to two begin to push the box out of the truck and onto a little platform at the edge.  Dylan pulled on something and the platform lowered.

Their bodies glistened in the sunlight, drips of sweat forming along their smooth ebony muscles.  The tight fitting undershirts clung to their midsections, showing off their chiseled abs hiding beneath.  I sucked in my lips as my body continued to grow warmer at the sight.

The platform slowly descended as the two black men laughed and chatted with one another.  To my eyes, it looked like two statues slowly descending down onto the ground.  They waited for a moment once it stopped and began ripping open the boxes containing the two appliances.

They were careful, making sure to put any Styrofoam or plastic back into the box.  I gasped as I watched Dylan wrap his arms around the washing machine and lift, grunting slightly as he pulled the large appliance into the air.  He barely struggled as he began walking closer to the house.

Roger grabbed a large roll of fabric and rushed in front of Dylan.  He unrolled it on the ground a few feet away from the front door and patted it down for Dylan.  Dylan gently placed my washing machine on the ground and let out a small grunt.

"Whew, these things seem to get heavier every day," he laughed.

"It's cause all them electronics man," Roger replied.

"Yeah, I bet.  You getting the dryer right?"  Dylan asked as he wiped his forehead with the back of his arm.

"Yeah, yeah, I got that shit," Roger said as he jogged back over to the truck.

"Well ma'am, if you don't mind me asking, are these going upstairs or downstairs?"  Dylan asked.

"Oh uh... upstairs please.  Our laundry room is on the third floor," I answered.

"Dang, third floor huh?  Is there an older washer and dryer that needs to be disposed?"

"Unfortunately, yes," I replied.

"Sounds good.  Roger and I can take it down quick," Dylan said with a smile.

"Would you like something to drink?"  I offered.

"Oh, sure ma'am.  A cup of water would be nice," Dylan replied as he looked back.