TITLE    : Onxy Tales Pt. 02
STORYID  : onxy-tales-pt-02
SUMMARY  : A white teen sells cookies for her sister; scores big time.
AUTHOR   : OnyxMasters@lit
DATE     : 2022-12-31
CATEGORY : interracial-erotic-stories
FLAGS    : 
TAGS     : |bbc|bnwo|teen|white girl|black man|black bred|interracial|uniform|fetish|converted|


-The Cookie Crisis-

"Mom, why do I have to do this?" Courtney said, tugging at the hem of the unsightly uniform she was currently wearing.

"Because you broke your sister's leg, and she had her heart set on winning the competition this year. You should know, you used to be a scout yourself." her mother chided, putting the cap on her daughter's head.

"I didn't break her leg on purpose, okay? She rode her bike right behind me as I was backing out, how is that my fault?" Courtney said, quite sensibly, as she looked at the mirror in sheer embarrassment.

"It doesn't matter how it happened, she's hurt and needs someone to fill in for her." her mother said, clearly annoyed at this point at the back sass.

"Mom, I'm 18, I'm not going to traipse all over the fucking county dressed like this." Courtney said, getting pretty angry herself.

"You've been 18 for one whole day, and suddenly what, you make the rules around here?" her mother said, bitch mode fully engaged, "You were a girl scout until you were 16, and thankfully for Denise, it still fits you, so you are more than capable of helping her out... and don't you ever take that language with me again." her mom said, storming out of her room, leaving Courtney standing there officially looking like the worlds oldest girl scout.

"I stayed in them because you fucking forced me to. Fucking bitch." Courtney said to the room, turning to the mirror and fixing her hair angrily.

Courtney was definitely too old to be sporting the white and green uniform of her slightly younger years. She was technically an adult now, even though she was only 5'3, as she had healthy and perky 36B cup breasts, a tight and firm backside, and had definitely fooled around from time to time, despite what her domineering mother might believe. She adjusted the cap on her dark chestnut brown hair, her normally pretty hazel eyes squinting in anger, and let out a huff.

"I'll do this one time, for Denise. After that I'm done, I don't give a fuck what that old bitch has to say." she said, and with that, ran a soft pink gloss across her lips, capping it and tossing it bitterly back on her dresser top.

As Courtney stormed out of her room, dressed in what may have been a funny Halloween costume someday, her mother glared at her from the kitchen table a cigarette between her fingers.

"Are you happy? You got me so mad I'm smoking again." her mother said dryly.

"What you choose to do isn't on me." Courtney said, holding out her hand, "Keys."

"Why should I let you drive anywhere after all that back talk?" her mother said, taking a drag through her scowl.

"You want me to help Denise or not? I'm certainly not going to walk around our own neighborhood dressed like this. Now either let me use the car, or I'm done playing this game." Courtney said, jutting her hand with renewed emphasis.

"Fine." her mother said, grabbing them from her purse, "But don't you just go joy riding."

Courtney absolutely couldn't stand being in the same room as her mother for a moment longer, snatching the keys from her hand and heading outside to load the cookies into the back of the sedan she was allowed to use. She wished her dad was here, he wouldn't have made her do all this bullshit, but he apparently couldn't take any more of her mother either, and had split nearly eight months ago. With the car loaded up, Courtney took off, hoping to score big in an upper class neighborhood, making this whole effort as short as possible so she could get out of these awful clothes, and hopefully, out of the house again, more like a normal person.

Courtney had little to no luck in the upper class area she had hoped to score in, most people either not answering their door, or simply closing it on her once they saw how old she was and what she was doing. She was on the verge of giving up, when she came across the most peculiar scene she had ever seen in all her days in California. In front of one of the large homes in the development, a blonde woman wearing sunglasses and a nicely fit, but somewhat auspicious, brown trench coat was yelling at a man inside the house as he spoke to her through the intercom. Now, this in itself wouldn't be the most unusual thing, but from the short distance she was standing, she was fairly certain that woman was Jennifer Aniston.

"Onyx, you can not treat me like this. After everything I did for you? Let me back inside, please." the woman said, pacing slightly in an agitated fashion.

"Not happening, Jen." the male voice referred to as Onyx said, "Go home, take your "chill pills" and then we'll talk, but don't take that tone with me, I don't owe you a thing."

The woman, who's name apparently WAS Jen, stopped and took a deep breath, trying to keep her voice lower and more calm, but it was still loud and clear enough to hear from where Courtney was standing.

"I'm sorry. Please just let me back inside, I need... I need you... inside me okay? You want to hear that? It was the best sex of my entire life, and I want more, I NEED MORE, you have to let me in." she literally begged, her body bouncing with anxious energy.

"Jen, you got yours, and you will get it again, but not right now. Go home, and stop making a scene outside my house." the man Onyx said, keeping his tone relatively flat.

"FINE." Jen said, clearly pissy, "BUT I WANT TO SEE THAT VIDEO BEFORE IT'S RELEASED." and started to storm away before turning around suddenly, and being apologetic, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that... we'll watch it together, maybe relive some of the best moments, okay?" she said, clearly trying to get back in his good graces, "I'll call you, or have my agent call you. Soon. Okay, I'm going." she finally said, striding up the walkway, her black heels clicking with every step.

"Excuse me, are you Jennifer Aniston?" Courtney said a little star struck.

"Not right now, excuse me." she said, breezing right past her, and climbing into a black car that had pulled around to pick her up.

"Jeez, no wonder Brad wouldn't marry you." Courtney said, her chest still abuzz from all the juicy drama unfolding here.

She turned back to the house more curious than ever who was inside, particularly if he was spurning Jennifer Aniston so casually. She absent mindedly straightened her uniform skirt, and proceeded to the large glass and metal door, pushing the buzzer to speak to him.

"Jen, I said... oh, my apologies, can I help you?" the voice known as Onyx said, clearly able to see her through some sort of camera.

"Yes, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to catch you at a bad time, but I'm selling girlscout cookies, and I was hoping I could interest you in some?" she said, genuinely hoping he would come to the door so she could get a look at him.

"Aren't you a little old to be selling girlscout cookies, kid?" he said, understandably cautious.

"Yes, I'm... well, I'm not actually a kid. My younger sister broke her leg, and I'm trying to help her out. Can I offer you anything at all, please?" Courtney said, feeling hopeful.

There was a short silence before he came back on, "Hang on one moment, I'll be right there." the intercom cutting off, leaving her standing in the relative calm of the sunny day.

The door opened shortly after, a large muscular black man wearing a white t-shirt and designer grey sweatpants opened the door, his black and white sneakers perfectly clean and hardly used. Courtney couldn't help but be impressed by the strong handsome man in front of her, finding herself a little taken by his imposing presence.

"I'm sorry about my appearance, as you said and saw, you caught me at a bad time." he said, his voice deep and dark.

"Oh, no, you look great. I, I mean fine, you know." she stammered, crushing much like the school girl she was, "Is, uh, everything okay with your friend?"

"Yeah, she's just a little... dramatic sometimes. Would you like to step inside?" he said, shielding his eyes from the sun.

"Oh uh... sure, that'd be nice." Courtney said, her cookies rolling in behind her on the rolling cart.

She loved the spacious interior, with it's cool muted colors, and plush carpets. She wondered what he did for a living to afford such an amazing home. Her eyes wandered from around the foyer, looking at his large living room, that surprisingly only had a lounge in the center and not much else, but was taken back by his serious boss office with the large mahogony desk.

"Wow, this place is absolutely amazing." she said, taking it all in.

"Thank you, I loved it when I first saw it. People tell me I should move, but there's just something about this place that speaks to the ambitious young man I was who first laid eyes on it." he said, taking a moment of genuine reflection, "But I'm sorry, what is all this about you and your sister?" he asked, stepping into his office, her following along reflexively.

"Oh, she's 10, I sort of... accidentally backed into her with the car, and now she's out of commission for a while, so I'm doing the good big sister thing, and trying to get her across the finish line." Courtney said, feeling the nervous energy of flirtation clearly coming from her, "I'm 18 by the way, that's what I meant when I said I wasn't a kid. I know, the uniform and all."

"You're 18? I wouldn't have guessed, you still have a bit of a baby face, but I guess it's just your eyes that threw me." he said, Courtney starting to feel like he was flirting back, "Well, I'll be honest with you, I'm not a big eater of cookies. A bit of a health nut, as you can probably tell." he said, raising his arms in supposed exasperation, but clearly flexing a little.

"Definitely... definitely..." she said, admiring his muscles, and then chiding herself for sounding like a floozy, "Oh, but... if you don't want cookies, what is this all about?"

"I said I wasn't going to eat them, not that I wasn't going to buy them." he said, making a fair point, "How much?"

"Well, each box is $6.50, so how many would you like?" she said, looking at her haul.

"Tell you what, it looks like you have about... 50 boxes there which should be around... $325, and I'm guessing you have more somewhere else?" he asked, to which she nodded, impressed by his guile, "Since you're doing this to help out your sister, how about I buy all of them and then some?"

"What? Holy sh... are you serious?" Courtney said, both impressed and turned on by his act of charity.

He smiled warmly, his eyes locking with hers, "Yes, I'm serious. You're clearly looking out for her, and that's admirable. Plus, the girl scouts are a great group, or at least they must be, since you turned out so nicely." he said, punching info into his computer, printing and cutting a business check for her.

Courtney couldn't help but blush, her body tingling all over with sexually charged energy, "I, gosh, I don't even know how to thank you."

"No thanks necessary, I hope this helps her out." he said, standing and walking around the desk, "Keep the cookies by the way, give them back to the girls to enjoy."

"I... wow, sir, this is the most generous thing anyone has ever done for me." she said, standing on her tip toes and wrapping her arms around him.

She couldn't help but linger, the smell of his cologne, his strong dark arms wrapping around her in response, she felt herself not wanting to let go, realizing maybe Jen wasn't so crazy after all. She pulled back slightly, her arms still around him, and looked him in the eyes smiling, the two simply taking each other in deeply. Courtney took a bold move, practically jumping to reach his mouth, her legs wrapping around him slightly as she kissed him. Much to her pleasure, his arms dropped, scooping her ass into his large black hands, holding her up and meeting her kiss. Their passion extending as she worked her tongue into his mouth, the two of them mingling slowly. She pulled away slightly after a moment, her breath hot and heavy,

"I... I've never done anything like this before." she said, aching to lean back in.

"Just go with it." he said, spinning her around and pinning her back against the wall, the two of them kissing wildly, before she felt something firm pressing against her thighs.

"Oh my... is that your?" Courtney said, pushing back slightly with her legs, the outline of his monstrous black cock clearly visible through his pants. "That... wow." was the best she could manage.

"You want it?" he said, leaning in and sucking her neck.

"I..." she thought of her domineering mother, and what she would think, deciding to do the opposite. "Yes, oh my god, yes."

He carried her effortlessly into the living room, dropping her down on the grey lounge, her uniform skirt and sash flopping along with her hair. She looked up at him expectantly, as he reached down into his pants, whipping his thick black dick out directly in her face.

"HOLY FUCKING SHIT." Courtney exclaimed, "That is... how big is that thing?"

"Eleven and a half inches. Over six and half around." he said, always enjoying how women reacted to his prodigious and veiny monster of a cock.

"Eleven and a... there's no way... I mean, how could I even..." she stammered, intimidated by the more than generous helping of dark meat in front of her.

"Gotta start somewhere, right? Suck. Now." he said, his voice demanding, turning her on incredibly.

She leaned forward, wrapping her slender white fingers around the shaft, the contrast of her skin against his even more arousing, as she started jerking him in long strokes, scooting forward to put her lips around it. She could barely fit the head of it in her mouth, her teeth rubbing against the top and bottom as she worked it with her tongue instead, loving the musky scent and slightly salty taste of his skin. As she continued working him, she could feel her jaw relax, allowing more of him into her mouth, the head now probing her throat with each tug, her panties practically soaking wet beneath her uniform skirt now.

"I... I need to..." she said, pulling away and trying to get her hand down into her panties.

"How about I show you something new." he said, taking her hand and guiding her up to her feet.

He reached up her skirt pulling her panties down over her knee high socks and black shoes, before grabbing her suddenly by the waist and flipping her over. He dropped down to the couch, her head down, her ass up, and his large black dick directly in front of her as her thighs wrapped either side of his face, his tongue working her hot wetness with dextrous skill and enthusiasm.

"I oh my... I..." she said, the pleasure exploding through her as his hot breath and tongue collided with her bare white pussy.

"SUCK." he said pausing, commanding her once more, which she quickly obeyed, her own pleasure fueling her efforts.

She jammed as much of his large black cock into her mouth as she could, sucking hard, spittle dripping down from the tip to his balls as he jerked him aggressively, the pleasure spiking from her pussy making her lose all normal control. She was past the point of want, and firmly in the need of his cum, her legs bouncing and flexing as her shoes fell off, her toes starting to curl hard. His tongue worked her pussy in deep and firm strokes, the wriggling against her clitoris driving her particularly wild, and pushing her to the brink of orgasm in no time flat.

"I'm gonna... I..." she said, his cock falling away from her mouth, her body tensing up.

He knew this, and played right into it, his hand joining in, fingers dipping into both her ass and pussy as he focused all his tongues attention on her clit. Courtney exploded in spasmodic orgasm, deeper, harder, more intense than anything she had ever experienced, her legs reflexively curling back so hard she almost kicked him in the head, and they kept coming, wave after wave.

"FUCK... FUUUUUUUCK!!!" Courtney screamed, the most intense of all crashing through her, her pussy gushing for the first time in her life, her whole body tensing hard before nearly collapsing in exhaustion.

He simply held her there, her face nested into the crook between his balls and his thigh, as she gasped and shook all over. Every sexual experience she had ever had up to now, from her first fingering by a white classmate named Wayne, to the last time she had sex with her at the time white boyfriend Steven, were completely blown away, overshadowed, and replaced by this one singular memory that would last her entire life, and it was all punctuated by a single entrancing thought... BIG. BLACK. COCK. She was in love, with him, with it, with the concept of black men everywhere, nothing else would ever be enough again. But they were far from finished. He pushed her gently to the side, lifting her thigh over his head, moving around towards her legs.

"Wait... let me... get this thing off..." she said, grabbing at her uniform top.

"No, leave it." he said, always enjoying the defilement of traditionally white institutions.

He flipped her onto her back, grabbing her socked feet, tugging the long knee highs down and off, placing her toes on either side of this long blackness, guiding her feet with his hands as he jerked his cock. Courtney had never given a foot job, and had always thought of that sort of thing as gross, but the look of his black dick towering over her little white feet was turning her on, her pussy already stirring with need again. She gave her best effort, working him as he worked himself, moving one foot to massage his balls while he lay his enormity across the sole of her other. She could feel the stirring in his loins as he grabbed her ankles, putting her feet together, working himself to completion. He unloaded the largest and thickest load of semen she had ever seen in her scant 18 years, that splattered all over the flats of her feet, into the nooks of her toes, and ran down her calves towards her thighs, as he pumped pulse after pulse out onto her bare white flesh.

"Oh god, get it all over me." Courtney cried, as he let her legs go, jerking the last bit directly onto her exposed pussy, "That was... so fucking hot."

"Shut up." he said forcefully, pushing her thighs apart and moving into to mount her.

"Wait, I... I'm not on birth control." she said, almost wishing she didn't, "Do you... do you have a condom?"

"No, and I'm not getting one." he said, undaunted.

Courtney realized she didn't fucking care, she wanted him inside her right now, pregnancy risk be damned. Onyx was more than eager to oblige, driving the massive head of his dark black cock into the soft folds of her trembling white pussy. Courtney braced herself, biting her lower lip, her fingers trying to spread herself open to take him in, but there was pain, and there was gonna be more. She could feel her hips loosening, her cervix driving apart, the thick vein ribbed shaft of his cock stretching the taught skin of her tight teenage pussy to the utmost limit.

"HOLY SHIT. HOLY FUCK. HOLY FUCKING FUCK." she cried, fast gasping breaths trying to help her through.

She savored every second of the pain until he hit the limit both her body and his could reach, the head of his cock like a black battering ram slamming the wall of her uterus. Then came the pumping. Courtney was unable to speak, unable to think, simply giving herself over to the brain breaking pleasure that was pistoning deeply inside of her... her eyes rolled back, her mouth hanging open her young supple body forgetting everything that made it a person, becoming nothing but a fuck toy. Her brain was so badly mind fucked, she didn't even remember climaxing, or even when he came, she had practically blacked out from the overload on her inexperienced system. The next thing she remembered was blinking, his face above hers, wearing a smooth smile. Her whole body was a trembling mess, her fertile body having been seeded deeply, strong black sperm gang fucking her egg, knocking her up effortlessly.
<hr pg="2" />"We... did... I can't..." she muttered stupidly, her brain still awash in post sex bliss.

"Shhhhh, it's okay." he whispered, "Your first time can bit a bit overwhelming."

"First... time?" she said, thinking of her virginity, not sex with a strong and powerful black man, which in a sense, had taken her virginity a second time.

He pulled out, wiping himself off on her thigh and skirt interior, before stepping off to grab a can of pineapple juice and try and squeeze some work in before she got back to her senses. When she did, she stumbled, her legs having difficutly coordinating with her brain, to the living room archway, seeing him in his office.

"Hey..." she said quietly, her mind tranquil and placid."

"Hey you. If you want to grab a shower, there's a restroom just off the living room, you can help yourself to some clothes if you need them." he said, smiling at her before turning back to his computer.

She smiled back, and slowly made her way there, peeling her uniform off, and stepping into the large walk in shower, the warm water rinsing away the leftover semen, and filling her with a sense of relaxing calm and wholeness. She dried off with one of the fluffy oversized towels, and found the racks of clothes he had mentioned. Orginally, she was thinking she would take one of his shirts, or maybe a pullover hoodie, something that smelled like him, but it turns out, he meant merchandise clothing. It was all branded to a website, and had loud pronounced letters on them declaring her love for black dick, or that she was black only. She hadn't fully weighed out the truth of it, but she absolutely was black only from here on. She slipped on a pair of black panties that had arrows on the front and back stating "black cock goes here" pointing to her ass and pussy, which made her chuckle.

She also decided to grab a fresh bra, that had the words "black baby feeders" on it, and slipped her uniform back on over her new secret under garments. She made her way back to Onyx's office, and gave a light knock stirring his attention again.

"Looking good, even in that old thing." he said, ever the charmer.

"Thank you... you don't look too bad yourself", she said, seeing that he had redressed himself in his normal business casual, his suit vest and tie combo working very nicely, "So... you're a porn star or something?" she asked, somewhat naively.

"No... well, I guess so. I produce the majority of the content for the site, and work out deals to spread brand awareness..." he started, looking at her listening eagerly, but realizing it was pointless to continue, "blah blah blah, sorry, you don't need the pitch."

"No it's okay, it's interesting." she said, hanging on his every word.

"LIsten, you're new to this, so I'll be easy on you... I hope you don't think this was a long term kind of deal, because I sleep with a ton of women... it's kind of all I do." he said, thinking that over briefly.

"Oh, well..." she started, kind of hoping she could stay with him, pleasuring herself and him at every opportunity, "I mean, I guess I get it. It just sort of happened, right?"

"Right." he said, pulling out a form for her to sign.

"What's this?" she said, picking it up tentatively.

"It's a waiver that absolves me from all involvement both personally and financially in the event you got pregnant." he said, pulling out a pen, "So, if you'd be so kind as to sign on the bottom."

"You wouldn't want to be with me, even if I had your baby inside me?" she said, a little hurt.

"Honey, like I said, you have a lot to learn about this life. I'm going to send you something in the mail that'll help you through all of it, and here's a premium pass for my web content. Check it out when you get home. Everything will make sense soon enough." he said, being genuinely compassionate for the young girl whom he had just set down a lifetime path of black cock servitude and mixed breeding.

Courtney signed the paper, wanting to please him regardless of her normal feelings on the subject, subconsciously putting her hand on her belly as she wrote her name, unaware that she would be swelling with pregnancy in just a few months time. She turned to leave, but he interjected briefly,

"Hey, don't forget your check, or your cookies. Can't have all that temptation laying around, am I right?" he said with a smile.

She smiled back, collecting the money for her sister and hauling the boxes to the door, letting herself out quietly and heading back to her car. Courtney was in a daze, it felt like pure love, but tinged with a hint of sadness that she couldn't be with him. She had seen the way Jennifer Aniston had acted earlier, and did not want to come off all clingy and crazy like she had. Maybe she could message or call him sometime and they could have another day together, or who knows, maybe he would be willing to be with her if she was okay with him fucking all those other girls. She could definitely allow that if it meant being with him. In fact, she wanted that more than anything. She had gotten home before she knew it, her sex mellowed mind helping the time flow by. She walked into the kitchen, her mom baking some sort of dinner, turning at first notice of her daughters return.

"Well look who's finally back. Joy riding, I knew it. Give me the keys." she said, marching over and thrusting out her hand.

Courtney looked at her open palm, smiled dreamily and slapped the keys down with a satisfied crunch.

"Oh, and what are we so happy about eh?" her mom said, instigating.

"Mom... you really need to get laid." she said, turning and leaving her mother completely speechless for the first time in a long time.

Courtney was about to retreat to her room to lay down and reminisce over the days events when she took a sudden stop, and turned into her sisters room, Denise sitting on the side of the bed her large white cast locking her down.

"Hey Denise, this is for you." she said, handing her the check.

Her freckled face turned down to the check, processing the numbers on it with enthusiasm. "Wow Court, thank you!" she said, her eyes wide and beaming, "That's more than the last years winner got by a lot!"

"No problem kiddo, and no thanks necessary." she said, mimicking her lover accidentally, the remembrance making her smile.

"What's so funny?" Denise asked with a gap toothed smile of her own, her young eyes looking at her sister with admiration.

"I'll tell you when you're older." Courtney said, patting her on the head and drifting out to her room, to enjoy the feeling for as long as it would last.

