Fertility Goddess: Fertility Goddess (Interracial Erotica) (ePub)

I didn't have any black friends growing up.  No girlfriends, either.  So, when Tanya walked into my life, wrapped in that beautiful yellow dress, I didn't know what to do.  I had no idea why she was so interested in me.  Why she had pictures of me on her phone.  So, she showed me.  First her breasts.  Then her pleasure.  And, finally, her power.

WARNING: Story contains explicit descriptions of sex, masturbation, pregnancy, and transformation.

**STORY SAMPLE**

"Oh dear," said Tanya.  "I think I am distracting you.  Maybe I should leave."  I was blushing bright red.  I couldn't even read the words anymore.

"No," I said as I stood up.  "No.  I should probably go."  I closed my book and held it over my lap.  I was two steps away from the doorknob.

"Are you going to touch yourself in the bathroom again?" she asked.  I stopped.

"What?" I asked.  "I mean-"

When I turned, Tanya was sitting up, her smartphone in hand.  On the little screen, I saw a picture of myself standing in a bathroom stall, pants around my ankles, my c*** in my hand.  The angle was such that I could see the first stream of c** pumping out of me.  She pulled her phone back.  "How?"

"Don't worry, Todd," she giggled as she wiped the screen with her finger.  "I don't let anyone else see my pictures of you."

"Wait, you have more than one?"  Tanya giggled, then curled her legs under her.

"Now, now, calm down," she said.  "There's nothing to be embarrassed about."

"Nothing to be embarrassed about? You were spying on me!"

"Just like you were watching me," she answered.  As I tried to think of an answer, I noticed her hand was back inside the top of her dress.  "Just like you are watching me now."  She released herself, then pat the couch cushion to her right.  "Come, Todd.  Sit with me."

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