Maid for BBC — Charli’s New Gig (Part 1 of ?) [MF] [Str8] [Older Exec Black Man/Young White College Tomboy] [Hung Dark Dick] [Slim Thicc Snowbunny] [She the Twitch type y’all]

# Maid for BBC — Charli’s New Gig: Part 1 of ?

*Premise: Older black man catches sight of a young (18+), punky Queen of Spades in the making, skateboarding outside his condo.*

*Offers her a job to clean his place for the day (be my maid, earn quick cash)…*

*…they both get more then they bargained for.*

Hey now. I’m just as surprised as y’all are.

I mean, usually, I have to at least *try* to put on a bit of **game** before a honey down to **smash.**

But this Charli girl man…

*She just something else.*

So, let me start by explaining to everyone where we’re at here.

The name’s Tyrell. I’m an Account Executive for a damn good company, work hard, play hard, that whole bit. I’m single at the moment because… why would I bother settling down right now?

Look: if jumping from *white girl bedroom* to *white girl bedroom’s* wrong, if unapologetically *lovin’* the *sleazy playa lifestyle* is a **crime,** then just *arrest me officer…*

**…’cause I’m guilty as charged.**

Anyway, so I’m back at the crib right. It’s a pretty sweet place these days: condo in the city, total bachelor pad. Clean, simple, all West Elm like (I know the snowbunnies can’t get enough of that shit).

So I’m stepping out my shower, still dripping a bit. Haven’t had time to put some clothes on yet, so just chillin’ out in nothing but a towel (waist down), adjusting my annoying **Big Black morning wood** tenting this aight cotton fabric…

…looking out my window, drinking some Joe on a pretty boring Sunday morning…

When I see *her.* Skateboarding down the street.

Flamin’ red hair, close cropped on one side, parted, than waved over, swept, like some kinda punk groupie. Couple aesthetic tattoos, nothing too crazy far as ink’s concerned. Thrasher hoodie on point, well, for the whole *’suburban badass’* look I’m sure she prolly going for…

Somethin’ about those college aged tomboys man.

*Gets me every time.*

My eyeline drifts down further. What can I say: I like to **ogle.**

That slim thicc bod make for quite the sight though: could you really blame a brotha? I mean, between those stacked, heaving tits, banging *fullness* nowhere *near* hidden beneath them oversized clothes, and that shapely, *rounded* **bubble booty** she got going on… stretchin’ that Hot Topic denim, *mmmm…* straining those tastefully ripped jeans…

**Ya boy was already sold.**

Juicy sports thighs, pinched-in waist, and that flat, washboard midriff was, like, *icing on the cake fam.*

I knew right then that I just *had* to get in her pants.

I may have gotten a bit *too* lost though, daydreaming ’bout *grabbing* those *wide,* **baby-making hips** while we *royally* **fuck…**

…so I didn’t quite notice when she met my stare from across the sidewalk.

That *glint* in her *goth green eyes.*

**Bitch knew I was perving.**

Shit. Not lookin’ to be Me-Too’d today, I pretend (badly) to roll my peepers up at the ceiling, for some reason also starting to whistle a tune all ‘casually’ (I know, now I just look super sus).

I make to grab my phone sittin’ on the counter (gotta pretend I’m scrolling through Instagram or something — isn’t that everyone’s go-to in situations like this?)… but I seem to have forgotten one important thing.

You see: that big ol’right hand of mine was actually supporting **my towel…**

And now. It fucking **dropped it.**

I feel the cloth pool around these size 15 bare feet before my brain can even tell whassup.

Allowing this unfurling, thigh-slapping, vein-dilating, ***Big Black*** ***Girthy*** **Dick** to come *flopping* down my leg into view.

*Full* view, that is.

Of **both of us.**

My eyes go *huge.* Her jaw fucking *drops.*

My first thought: *”Fuck… ima about to* ***go to jail.”***

But then, I see it.

She’s *licking her lips.*

Those nipples are *stiffening* **hard** underneath her hoodie.

And she *ain’t* wearing a **fucking bra.**

I smirk. My **balls** *slosh* with **hunger.**

**This gonna be a good day.**

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*End of Part One.*

*TL;DR* ***Black Older Man*** *leers at a slim thicc, alternative looking* ***white college chick*** *passing by his condo on her skateboard. He ogles her. She catches him. He accidentally drops his towel from the window…*

*…and she* ***likes it.***

*Have a few ideas for where this could go, maid angle would be coming soon.*

*To be continued, I guess.*

Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/l0l35p/maid_for_bbc_charlis_new_gig_part_1_of_mf_str8

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