I was so ramped up about last night. The looks on those snobby, high-class bitches were still fresh in my head.

I was running faster than I usually did this morning as I jogged around the gated community where I lived.

My feet pounded on the pavement as I rocketed forward, sweat dripping down my face as the neighborhood men stared at my bouncing chest.

I knew some of their wives hated me. They hated that their husbands, boyfriends, and even some of the younger men or young adults would stare out their windows every Saturday and Sunday morning to catch a glimpse of me in my sports bra and shorts as I ran by their house.

I had worn the bright green one today; it wasn’t as restrictive as some of the others, so my chest was bouncing all over the place.

Being looked at last night after I had got fucked in the bathroom was exhilarating; the way some of them stared at me as if they knew I had been fucked by a black man in their prestigious restaurant made me so hot that Winston fucked me again in the back seat of his car.

I begged him, too, I had never begged for sex in my whole life, but last night, I begged like a whore; I begged him to fuck me with his black cock and empty all of his cum into me.

I stopped outside my house as Melanie was drinking her coffee outside her house.

“You left earlier than usual,” Melanie said as I walked up to my house.

“Yeah,” I said as I sat down on the steps.

Sweat was dripping everywhere. I had really gone for it today.

“You got in late last night,” Melanie walked over to me.

I loved my house, but I hated that there was no privacy. All the houses in the community were so close together. A few footsteps were all it took to get from my house to hers.

“Do I get to meet him?” Melanie sat beside me.

“I don’t think so,” I shook my head.

“I think I already know who it is,” Melanie sipped on her coffee. “You said I already met him, but you won’t tell me who it is,” she winked. “Tells me everything I need to know.”

“And that look confirms it!” Melanie exclaimed. “You’re dating a black man!”

“It’s okay,” Melanie grinned. “I won’t tell anybody.”

That was a lie. By the end of the day, it would be plastered all over the community website and social media.

Melanie couldn’t keep a secret if her life depended on it. If someone held a gun to Melanie’s head and told her not to tell a secret, they might as well pull the trigger.

Suddenly, an idea popped into my head, and I smiled.

“What are you smiling about?” Melanie asked.

“Do you really want to meet him?” I asked.

“I will cook my famous lasagna,” Melanie turned to head back to her house. “Just let me know the time.”

Melanie’s husband was out of town for work, so it was just her for the evening. Winston arrived on time, and he looked absolutely handsome in a tight gray shirt and black jeans.

Melanie, of course, wore something that showed off her cleavage; before I came along, she had the largest chest in the community. She always teased that we were the same size until one day, I tried on one of her bras to make a point, and I nearly made it burst over my immense chest.

“This is great!” Winston said as he tasted Melanie’s cooking. “Your husband is a lucky man.”

“Gregg doesn’t always appreciate the things I do for him,” Melanie smiled.

Melanie had been flirting with Winston since he walked in through the door. I had expected her to be silent like she always was around black men, but today, she was a chatterbox. She kept putting her hands on him and flirting.

A pang of jealousy was arising inside me.

After we ate, we sat down in the living room. Again, instead of sitting in another chair or on the other couch, Melanie sat right beside Winston.

“So,” Melanie said after we had a few glasses of wine. “I have to ask something.”

Melanie’s hand was already on Winston’s thigh and moving towards his crotch.

“That nearly all of you have long, thick and hard black cocks that you like to put in us white women?” Melanie smiled.

“See for yourself,” Winston answered.

A Good Sweat; Chapter Three: The Neighbor’s House

Molly loved the attention she got while out on the date, but what will come next for her?

I was so ramped up about last night. The looks on those snobby, high-class bitches were still fresh in my head.



I was running faster than I usually did this morning as I jogged around the gated community where I lived.



A Good Sweat; Chapter Three: The Neighbor’s House

Molly loved the attention she got while out on the date, but what will come next for her?

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