Calvin was just about to drift off to sleep when his phone buzzed loudly on the nightstand. He groaned, reaching for it with one hand as he squinted at the bright screen. It was Dell. He hesitated for a moment before answering, his voice thick with sleep. “Hello?”

“Yo, Calvin,” Dell’s deep voice came through, smooth and unhurried. “You busy?”

“I was just about to sleep,” Calvin replied, rubbing his eyes.

“Cool, cool. Listen, I need a favor. You mind swingin’ by my place real quick? It’s nothin’ major, just a small thing. I’ll hook you up with an eighth for your trouble.”

Calvin paused, weighing the offer. An eighth wasn’t bad for what sounded like a simple errand. “Alright, I’m on my way.”

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The cool night air hit Calvin as he stepped out of his dorm, the street quiet except for the occasional hum of a passing car. He walked briskly, hands shoved in his hoodie pockets, until he reached Dell’s apartment building. Just as he approached the door, Dell stepped out, looking as casual as ever in a fitted jacket and jeans.

“Good lookin’ out, Calvin,” Dell said, clapping him on the shoulder. “Appreciate you comin’ through.”

“Yeah, no problem,” Calvin replied, still a little unsure. “What do you need me to do?”

Dell smirked, his teeth gleaming in the dim light. “Got a regular comin’ by in a bit to cop an ounce. Name’s Mahlia. All you gotta do is sit with her, smoke a blunt, and hand her the stash. Simple.”

Calvin raised an eyebrow. “Why me? Why not wait for her yourself?”

Dell shrugged, that same easy smile on his face. “I trust you, man. Plus, you’re chill. She’ll like you.” He winked before sliding into his car and driving off, leaving Calvin standing there with more questions than answers.

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Inside Dell’s apartment, Calvin lounged on the couch, the TV playing some late-night rerun he wasn’t paying attention to. His eyes were heavy when a sharp knock jolted him awake. He stumbled to the door, opening it to find the most stunning woman he’d ever seen.

She stood there with an air of confidence, her dark skin glowing under the porch light. Her tight biker shorts hugged her curves in all the right places, and her athletic top barely contained her full breasts. Her glasses framed her face perfectly, and for a moment, Calvin forgot how to speak.

“Uh… are you Mahlia?” he finally managed, his voice cracking slightly.

“That’s me,” she said, her eyes scanning him with mild curiosity. “Who are you?”

“Calvin. I’m filling in for Dell tonight.”

She smirked, brushing past him into the apartment. Calvin couldn’t help but stare at her ass as she walked by, the way it swayed hypnotically.

They settled on the couch, and Calvin rolled a blunt with shaky hands, trying not to let his nerves show. They passed it back and forth in silence for a while until Mahlia pulled out a stack of cash from her wallet and handed it to him.

Calvin quickly measured out the weed, bagging it up before handing it to her. When he counted the cash, he frowned. “You’re short a hundred.”

Mahlia raised an eyebrow. “Dell gives me a discount.”

Calvin pulled out his phone to text Dell but found a message already waiting for him: “She gets a discount… but tell her she’s gotta earn it like last time.”

He read it aloud, and Mahlia’s smirk widened. “Fair enough,” she purred, passing him the blunt before slipping off the couch and onto her knees in front of him.

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Calvin’s breath hitched as Mahlia looked up at him with those sultry eyes, her fingers already working on his zipper. “I’ve never been with a white boy before,” she said with a mischievous grin, pulling his hard cock free from his boxers. Her eyes widened slightly as she took in its size, her lips parting in awe.

“Damn, Calvin… didn’t know y’all came like this,” she teased before wrapping her thick lips around his shaft and taking him deep into her mouth. Calvin groaned, his head falling back as she sucked him with expert skill, her tongue swirling around the tip every time she pulled back.

He couldn’t believe this was happening—his cock throbbing in the mouth of the sexiest woman he’d ever seen. Mahlia’s full lips wrapped around him like a velvet glove, her warm, wet mouth sending jolts of electricity through every nerve in his body. She took him deep, her tongue teasing the sensitive underside of his shaft as she worked him with a rhythm that had him seeing stars. Calvin’s hands instinctively tangled in her hair, gripping the back of her head as he watched her in awe, her dark eyes looking up at him with a mix of mischief and hunger.

“Damn, girl,” he groaned, his voice low and rough as she pulled back, her lips glistening with saliva before she plunged down again, taking him all the way to the base. The sensation was overwhelming—her throat muscles contracting around him as she swallowed, her moans vibrating against his cock. He couldn’t help but guide her movements, pushing her head down gently but firmly, feeling her nose press against his stomach. “That’s it. Just like that.”

Mahlia didn’t hold back. She sucked him with a ferocity that left Calvin breathless, her hands gripping his thighs for balance as she bobbed up and down, her mouth working him like a pro. Every time she pulled back, she swirled her tongue around the tip, teasing the slit and making him shudder. Then she’d dive back down, taking him deeper than he thought possible, her throat opening up to accommodate his size. It was raw, messy, and fucking incredible.

Calvin could feel the pressure building in his core, the way she was milking him driving him closer and closer to the edge. He tightened his grip on her hair, thrusting his hips slightly to meet her rhythm. “You’re so fucking good at this,” he growled, his voice strained as he fought to keep control. Mahlia moaned in response, the sound sending vibrations down his length that made him twitch in her mouth.

And then she pulled off completely, gasping for air as strands of saliva clung to her lips and his cock. “Damn, Calvin,” she panted, running a hand over her swollen lips. “You taste good.” Before he could respond, she wrapped her mouth around him again, this time focusing on the head, sucking hard and fast while her hand stroked the rest of his length. It was too much—too perfect. Calvin’s hips bucked involuntarily as he felt himself teetering on the edge of ecstasy.

Just as he was about to lose it, Mahlia pulled away again, leaving him throbbing and desperate. “Not yet, baby,” she purred, her voice dripping with seduction. “We’re just gettin’ started.” Calvin groaned, his whole body trembling as he stared down at her, knowing this night was going to be one he’d never forget.

When she finally pulled away, gasping for air, Calvin’s eyes immediately dropped to her ass again. It was impossible not to stare—the way those biker shorts hugged her thick curves, the way her dark skin gleamed under the dim light of the apartment. Mahlia noticed his gaze and smirked, standing up slowly with the kind of confidence that made Calvin’s heart race.

She reached for the waistband of her shorts, pulling them down in one smooth, deliberate motion, revealing a pair of black lace panties that barely contained her round, luscious ass. Calvin’s mouth went dry as he watched her peel the panties off next, her movements slow and teasing, like she knew exactly what she was doing to him. She bent over in front of him, her hands resting on her knees, giving him an unobstructed view of her glistening pussy. Her dark folds were already slick and swollen, the scent of her arousal filling the air and making Calvin’s cock twitch in anticipation.

“Like what you see, white boy?” she purred, glancing over her shoulder at him with a wicked grin. Calvin could only nod, his throat too tight to speak. Her pussy was perfect—dark, wet, and inviting, with a small bead of moisture already dripping down her inner thigh. He wanted to bury his face in her, to taste her, to make her scream his name.

Mahlia swayed her hips slightly, her ass jiggling as if to taunt him further. “Come on, Calvin,” she said, her voice low and sultry. “Don’t just sit there. Make me feel good.”

Calvin didn’t need to be told twice. He stood up, his legs shaky with desire, and pointed to the couch. “Sit back down,” he commanded, his voice rough with need. Mahlia raised an eyebrow but obeyed, leaning back on the couch and spreading her legs wide, her pussy on full display. Calvin dropped to his knees between them, his hands gripping her thighs as he leaned in, his breath hot against her wetness.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he muttered before plunging his tongue into her without hesitation. Mahlia gasped, her fingers tangling in his hair as he lapped at her folds, his tongue exploring every inch of her. He focused on her clit, sucking and flicking it with precision, the way her body trembled beneath him telling him exactly what she liked. She moaned loudly, her back arching off the couch as he devoured her, his hands gripping her hips to hold her in place.

“That’s it, Calvin,” she panted, grinding against his face as she urged him on. “Just like that. Don’t stop.” He didn’t plan to—her taste was intoxicating, and the way she responded to his touch only drove him harder. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, until she suddenly cried out, her body convulsing as she came hard around his tongue. Calvin kept going, savoring every drop of her sweetness until she pushed him away with a breathless laugh.

“Damn, Calvin,” she said, staring down at him with lust-filled eyes. “Wish Dell had you fill in for him more often.”

“Fuck,” Calvin breathed out, standing up and pointing to the couch. “Sit back down and spread those legs.”

Mahlia raised an eyebrow but obeyed, leaning back with her legs wide open, her pussy on full display. Calvin dropped to his knees between them, burying his face in her cunt without hesitation.

She cried out as he licked and sucked at her sensitive clit, his tongue working magic as she clawed at the couch cushions. Within minutes, she was trembling beneath him, her body arching as she came hard, soaking his face with her juices.

“Damn, Calvin,” she panted, staring down at him with lust-filled eyes. “Wish Dell had you fill in for him more often.”

Calvin stood up, his cock throbbing with need as he positioned himself between her legs. He teased her entrance with the tip of his dick, smirking as she whimpered in anticipation.

“You ready for this, Mahlia?” he growled, sliding inside her slowly, inch by inch. She moaned loudly, her nails digging into his shoulders as he bottomed out, his cock stretching her perfectly.

He started slow but quickly picked up pace, fucking her hard and deep as she begged for more. Her tits bounced with every thrust, her moans growing louder and more primal until she came again, her pussy clenching around him tightly.

But Calvin wasn’t done yet. He flipped her over onto her hands and knees, slapping her ass before slamming back inside her from behind.

Calvin’s breath was ragged, his hands gripping Mahlia’s hips as he slammed into her from behind, the sound of skin-on-skin contact filling the room. Her ass jiggled with every thrust, a hypnotic rhythm that drove him wild. He reached up, tangling his fingers in her thick curls and pulling hard, eliciting a sharp gasp from her that quickly turned into a moan. "Take this dick like a good slut," he growled, his voice low and dripping with dominance. Mahlia’s fingers clawed at the floor, her back arching as she pushed herself back against him, meeting every thrust with equal fervor. Her cries were primal, unrestrained, and Calvin could feel her pussy clenching around him as she got closer to the edge.

“Fuck, Calvin! Harder!” she screamed, her voice breaking as his hips pistoned against her. His cock was buried deep inside her, the sensation overwhelming as he felt her walls tighten around him. He gave her exactly what she asked for, slamming into her with a force that made her entire body shake. The room was filled with the sounds of their combined moans and the wet slap of flesh meeting flesh. Calvin’s grip on her hair tightened, pulling her head back as he leaned over her, his breath hot against her ear. “You love this, don’t you? You love getting fucked like a dirty little slut.” Mahlia could only nod, her words failing her as she teetered on the brink of ecstasy.

But Calvin wasn’t done with her yet. With one last, brutal thrust, he pulled out of her dripping pussy, leaving her gasping and empty. Before she could protest, he lined himself up with her tight asshole and shoved into her without warning. Mahlia let out a sharp cry, her body tensing as he stretched her in a way she hadn’t expected. “Oh, fuck!” she screamed, her nails digging into the floor as Calvin bottomed out inside her. He paused for a moment, letting her adjust to the overwhelming sensation before he started to move again, slow at first but quickly picking up speed.

“That’s it, take it all,” Calvin grunted, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he pounded into her ass. Mahlia’s moans were a mix of pain and pleasure, her body trembling beneath him as he filled her completely. “Fuck yes, Calvin! Put that white cock in my ass!” she cried, her voice shaking with every word. Calvin obliged, fucking her hard and fast, his balls slapping against her soaked pussy with every thrust. The sound of their bodies colliding was almost obscene, but neither of them cared—they were lost in the heat of the moment, consumed by their raw desire for each other.

Mahlia’s ass cheeks bounced with every thrust, her skin glistening with sweat as Calvin drove into her relentlessly. She was so tight, so hot, and he could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge. He reached around, his fingers finding her clit and rubbing it in quick, harsh circles. Mahlia screamed, her body convulsing as she came hard, her ass tightening around him in ways that made him see stars. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” Calvin growled, his voice rough and strained as he felt the pressure in his core building to an unbearable level.

With a final, powerful thrust, he erupted inside her, his cock pulsing as he filled her ass with his warm seed. Mahlia moaned loudly, her body trembling beneath him as they both rode out the wave of their climaxes together. Calvin stayed buried inside her for a moment longer, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he caught his breath. Slowly, he pulled out, collapsing onto the floor beside her, both of them panting heavily and covered in sweat. “Damn, girl,” he muttered, a satisfied grin spreading across his face. Mahlia turned to look at him, her eyes still heavy with lust as she reached over and traced a finger along his chest. “You’re something else, Calvin,” she said with a smirk, her voice still breathless from their intense encounter.

Mahlia let out a cry of pain mixed with pleasure, but she didn’t stop him. “Fuck yes, Calvin! Put that white cock in my ass!”

He obliged, fucking her ass hard and fast until he felt himself on the brink of cumming. With a final thrust, he exploded inside her, his cum filling her ass as she moaned in ecstasy.

When it was over, they collapsed on the floor, their bodies tangled together, both panting heavily as the room seemed to spin around them. Calvin’s heart was still racing, his chest rising and falling as he tried to catch his breath. Mahlia lay beside him, her dark skin glistening with sweat, her curves pressed against him in a way that made it hard to think straight. The air smelled of sex and weed, a heady combination that left him feeling both satisfied and utterly spent.

Mahlia was the first to break the silence, her voice soft but laced with a sultry edge. “Damn, Calvin,” she murmured, propping herself up on one elbow to look at him. Her eyes were half-lidded, her lips curved into a satisfied smirk. “You’re somethin’ else, you know that? I’ve never had a white boy fuck me like that before.” She reached out, tracing a finger down his chest, her touch sending shivers through his body. “You got skills, baby.”

Calvin chuckled, his arm draped lazily over his forehead as he grinned up at her. “Yeah? Well, you’re… you’re somethin’ else too, Mahlia. That was… damn.” He stumbled over his words, still trying to process what had just happened. She laughed softly, the sound low and melodic, before glancing at the clock on the wall.

“Shit,” she muttered, her expression shifting slightly. “I gotta get goin’. My boyfriend’s waitin’ for me at home.” She said it casually, but there was a flicker of something in her eyes—maybe guilt, maybe mischief. Calvin didn’t have time to figure it out before she leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, “But… that don’t mean this has to be the last time.”

Her hand moved to the floor where her clothes lay scattered, and she pulled out a crumpled piece of paper and a pen from her bag. Calvin watched as she scribbled something quickly, her handwriting messy but legible. She handed it to him with a sly smile, her eyes locking onto his. “Here’s my number, baby. Call me sometime. We can keep this… our little secret.”

Calvin took the paper, his fingers brushing against hers as he did. He looked down at the numbers, then back up at her, his grin widening. “You know I will,” he said, his voice low and playful. “Don’t think I could forget a night like this if I tried.”

Mahlia laughed again, leaning in to kiss him one last time. It was slow and deep, her tongue sliding against his in a way that made his pulse spike all over again. When she pulled away, she stood up, the movement fluid and graceful despite how wrecked she must’ve felt. She dressed quickly, her eyes never leaving his until she was at the door. “Don’t keep me waitin’ too long, Calvin,” she said with a wink before stepping out into the night.

Calvin lay there for a moment longer, the piece of paper clutched in his hand. He glanced down at it again, seeing not just her number but the little heart she’d drawn next to it, along with the words: “My new favorite White Boy - Mahlia.” A slow smile spread across his face as he realized just how much this night had changed everything.

A young man is unexpectedly thrust into a late-night encounter with his friend's customer, leading to a steamy night of unexpected sexual encounters. This includes explicit BDSM elements, anal sex, and racial fetishization.

The Discount

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