Mr. Kreamie's Donuts

-Cherie-

It's tough out there for a black woman.

Don't immediately jump to racism either. It's tough because black culture is really fucking toxic, black men like to talk a big game but hardly deliver and most of all: the ghetto ass black women with a massive chip on their shoulder have become the front of how we're all perceived. I mean, shit... I honestly get why a lot of black men chase these white girls. But I ain't really one to talk, because I recently did something that a lot of black girls not only my age, but in general, should do... I fucked a white guy. I'mma be real with you, it was good too. I mean DAMN good. I know niggas be out there trying to act like they got the market cornered on dick, but BWC is a real thing, and FUCK if it don't drive me crazy taking that all up in my guts. Especially KNOWING I'm a black woman fucking a white man... it's still got that taboo about it that makes me fucking bust THAT much harder. Alright, enough shit talking, let me get down to it.

First, let me tell you a little bit about me. My name is Cherie, last name don't really matter, but it's LeMonde if you really need to know. Didn't really like high-school, managed to make it out without getting pregnant, tried nursing school, hated it, worked a few jobs here and there, but nothing that felt like me... until I started working for a bakery that was opening up not far from where I live. "Mr. Kreamie's Donuts". Crazy ass name, crazy ass mascot. Fucking cartoon donut on the wall with its tongue sticking out and cream dripping off it like somebody just busted a nut in it's mouth. Made me laugh the first time I saw it, but again, I ain't really got room to talk now, hehe. I'mma be real with you, I LOVE sucking dick. Not in some ratchet ass way where I'm getting down with the boys from the block, but because I like pleasing my man, making him squirm, hearing him moan, and having him under my complete control. Dude might think he's in control standing over me while I kneel in front of him ass naked, dick in my mouth, but nah... he'd do anything I ask if it meant getting another blowjob and I know it. The harder they bust, the better I know I did, and that shit turns me the fuck on. So cum all over me baby, I earned it, hehe.

Damn, look at me going all ho. Hey, I like good sex, and I ain't afraid to admit that. Back to my story. So, I put in an application for Mr. Kreamie's, didn't think much of it, but it seemed like a new and clean place to work, and it was just starting to franchise, which meant growth potential. My mom wasn't so happy about the idea though.

"Baby, you too damn good to be working some apron wearin', 9 to 5, minimum wage slave ass bullshit like this." my mom Donna said, and she was not one to mince words.

"Mama, it's a job. You been telling me to get my ass out there and start earning again."

"I meant going back to nursing school for home care, or gettin' in working hospitality, something where you can be your own boss! Make that money!" she went on, still hoping I'd go back to college.

"It's not forever, but it's SOMETHING for right now, and I need that. Not just the money, I need to get out of the house."

"You damn right you need to get out of the house, you a 22 year old woman, I can't be keeping you here forever." she said, but of course, immediately backpedaled because she's a softy at heart, "You know I don't mean that, you stay here as long as you need, I just want you to be successful."

"I know, mom. I promise I'll keep figuring it out, but until then, let me be spendin' my own money and not all of yours."

"Damn right. Always getting your toes did like some uppity ass model, waxin', all that damn lotion you use..." she said, but couldn't keep up the grumpy fascade, "I guess that's why you so damn pretty." she finished with a smirk.

"Is it? I thought I got that from you..."

"Damn right!" (her favorite phrase) "But being pretty ain't enough Cherie unless you looking for some sugar daddy... you ain't, right?" she said, giving me a mock stare down with one eyebrow raised.

"No mama, of course not."

I wasn't, but one certainly found me.

-Donut Holes-

My first days started before the bakery even opened. They had us back there learning safe food handling procedure, how to mix everything up, where everything went, and how to prepare the donuts. They even gave us taste tests of what was on offer so we could better describe it to the customers, and damn if it wasn't good. None of that preprocessed bullshit from Dunkin that gets shipped in by truck, nah, this was good old fashioned legit bakery style, the kind that makes you suck your fingers to get every last bit of flavor. The day before we opened, we got a walk through and a meet and greet with the business owner, who was inspecting all the new units to make sure they were up to his standards. No lie, his name was Mr. Kreamie. Alton Kreamie. I don't know if the name convinced him to go into the bakery business, or if it was just a coincidence, but I didn't really care, because he was one hard bodied, sharp dressed, silver fucking fox. White, thin, toned, muscled, all fit neatly under his black on black suit and gray tie, chiseled jaw, sharp blue eyes, and you know how I knew he had money (besides the suit?), he had a fucking walking stick. That's some classy shit. He even had those sexy gray streaks on his temples. The manager may have taught me how to cream a donut, but his ass had me creaming in my panties.

"Alright gang, thank you so much for all your hard work, for your time, and your attention to detail." The store manager said, trying to tie a nice bow on everything toward the end, "And a big thanks to Mr. Kreamie for this opportunity... I promise we'll make you proud, sir."

Alton didn't give some grand heartfelt response, he simply shook the mans hand firmly, and then turned to come offer the same to all of us. He was a man who knew who kept the gears turning, and it wasn't just the manager. We lined up, the team and I, Alton coming down the line shaking hands with each of us with a sincere smile, but I could see something change in his face when he stepped in front of me.

"Thank you for being part of the team, miss..?" he inquired, his hard blue eyes locked on mine.

"Cherie... Cherie LeMonde."

"Le Monde? I believe that means The World, in french. I love it, very fitting." he said, his handshake lingering a little longer than anyone else so far, his fingers so firm, I just wanted to lace mine into his.

"Oh, uh... fitting? How so?"

"Haha, I promise I'll tell you some other time." he said, giving me a wink, before turning and shaking hands with the last couple people.

I honestly wanted to follow him, ask him what that meant, or tell him we could discuss it over dinner some night... but I chickened out. I mean, it felt like a moment, but I was less than half his age, and just some black chick from the neighborhood next door to the ghetto, so I felt like I had to be kidding myself. Rich ass white dudes like that don't go around picking up chicks from the hood and going all "B*A*P*S"... don't know what that means? Look it up. But even still, something in me was full of cold nervousness, like I was close to something great. My heart was aflutter, and even though I had never thought about a white man like that before, especially one old enough to be my dad... I felt the stirrings of a crush forming. So I did what anyone in my situation would do that night... I masturbated.

"Oh, damn... Mmmmm..."

I lived with my mom, so I did my best to be quiet, even after she was sound asleep, but I was planning on enjoying it. I was laid up on my bed, clothes off, both because I like to sleep and fuck ass naked, heels digging into my bedspread, working and pinching my own dark nipples as I slid my vibrator back and forth between my pussy lips, making sure to give my clit the love and attention it deserves. I closed my eyes and pictured it... me all alone at the bakery at night, cleaning up, or some other porn scenario bullshit... and suddenly he's there, walking up toward me full of that imposing swagger that comes from knowing what you want, and what he wanted was ME.

"Oh god, yes... fuck me..."

We didn't waste any time. I don't even remember how my clothes came off in this scenario, and I wasn't going to think about it. But there I was laying on the staging space (a definite no-no for food safety handling), my legs up, his firm white hands holding my black ankles in his hands, his hard white dick hammering into me... he sucked my toes while I arched my back, my breasts bouncing as he went hard and fast, but he didn't want to wait, and neither did I...

"Do it... oh fuck, cum inside of me..."

I fucking LOVE it when guys cum, and in my fantasy, he blew it deep inside me. In the real world I had been fucking myself hard and fast, my feet were turning inward, my knees were coming together, and I was about to bust too. He rolled me back, my legs up over me, and he fucked even harder... cause' he wanted to drive it all home. I came so fucking hard I had to clap my hand over my mouth. I bucked, my eyes rolled back, I had to grab a pillow and hold it over my face to stop from screaming as I pulled my vibrator out, letting it work my clit again as I rubbed it in circles. In all the commotion, I accidentally knocked the lamp off my side table and broke it, which unfortunately, took me out of the moment. I froze stock still while I waited to see if my mom would ask what the fuck I was doing in there, or if she might suspect I had a guy over... but no; silence. I caught my breath slowly in relief, enjoying the post orgasmic bliss as I let myself go limp. What a fucking rush. I let myself cool back down, delicately reaching down and touching a couple fingers to the sticky mess I had left myself, jumping slightly as I was still a bit sensitive, before easing back in and considering round two... but instead I sighed and decided to get cleaned up. I had work in the morning, and though there was no reason to expect Mr. Kreamie to come back in, part of me really hoped he would.

-Grand Opening-

The big day was finally here, and it went great. I mean, a few hitches here and there, but overall, the place was packed with people diggin' on donuts (cause I mean, who doesn't like them?), and even though we had a few bad elements, the tone of the day was a good one. The team was spent from running around, but people was smilin', and when we closed up, some of us couldn't help but laugh for the relief from all the hustle and bustle. It felt good. It almost made me forget, but once it was clean up time, and prep for tomorrow, I couldn't help but feel a little remiss that he didn't come back. But the week went on, and I just resigned myself to having a girlish fantasy, and kept busy. It wasn't until the end of the first week that he actually turned back up, and at first, I almost missed him. It immediately set my heart on fire again, and as he stepped out of the managers office for the first weeks progress report, I had to pace myself to keep from jogging straight over to him.

"Sounds like everything is well on track, Mr. Tobias." Alton had said to our manager, who seemed relieved as much as proud.

"Absolutely, sir. I'm glad you took a chance on us here, as I know this area is a little... let's say, a work in progress..." the manager said, doing his best not to say "too black".

He wasn't wrong, though. We'd been driving businesses away for years, and it seemed like only the cheapest shit businesses were willing to invest in our area; nail salons, check cashing places, dirty little Chinese take out joints... but this was new. It was an affordable touch of decadence in an otherwise hopeless place. I know I'm not Rosa Parks or some shit, but I wanted to see us thrive, to do good for once instead of destroying everything. I know it was just a bunch of donuts, but it actually made me feel proud for once in a long time. Like before, I started to get nervous the closer I got, and almost turned around when I heard him call me.

"Cherie." he stated with a hint of pleasure, "Good to see you again."

"Mr. Kreamie! Great to see you too."

Way too enthusiastic and phony, I felt like a fucking idiot.

"Please, call me Alton." he said, the corner of his mouth turning up in a smile.

"Of course... Alton."

I was blushing. I may be black, but we aren't all dark as coal, and the red was very visible on my face.

"Listen, we didn't get much of a chance to talk last time; it was a big day, rather hectic." he said, gesturing in circles with his right hand, "But I wanted to give you this."

I didn't know what was happening at first, but in a totally baller way, he snapped his fingers and produce a business card like a magic trick.

"Oh, is this..?"

"I don't want to be too forward, and maybe I'm being presumptuous, but would you..." he started pausing to collect his thoughts for a moment.

Fuck me? Sign me up right now.

"Would you like to have dinner some night?" he said, the question full of gentle interest, but his manly tone making it sound like a certainty.

"I would... I would LOVE to."

I was practically gushing (in more ways than one).

"Great. I'll tell my secretary to expect you, just let her know when, and we'll work something out." he said, not trying to impress me, but doing it anyway.

"How about tonight?"

I was definitely over eager, and I really hoped I wasn't spoiling this.

"I'd love that." he smirked back, his blue eyes locked on mine, a look of amusement on his face.

I gave him my address, we picked a time, and then he left. I was so fucking excited I wanted to scream, but instead, my jolly ass went back to make donuts double time; thinking about what I was gonna wear tonight. By the time I got home, I was rushing to take a shower, laying out clothing options, lotioning myself, making sure I was shaved all over. I didn't know if sex was on the table (like my fantasy), but I was going in prepared either way. We didn't discuss where we were going, and I was torn about what to wear. I didn't go anywhere fancy, so the best I had were some hoochy club clothes I wore a few times to feel sexy, but they felt all wrong. I ended up grabbing some dark dress pants I had for interviews, my open toed black heels, and a nice black button up blouse with a tight black tanktop underneath. I wanted to leave the blouse partially unbuttoned, and make sure my tits were front and center. I didn't know what kind of guy he was; some like asses, some toes, some like tits... I wanted to make sure I had a little bit of everything on offer. But, there was one last hurdle before I could go out.

"Damn, where you going looking like that?" my mom said, eyeing me up as I approached her in the kitchen, "You got a date or something?"

"Actually yes, and I... look, can I borrow some cash? Just until I get paid, I promise I'll get it back to you, it's just..."

"Oh, here it goes... you got some fine looking brotha with aspirations of bein' some rap musician or a sports legend, but he's broke as shit, right? You know damn well he's gonna be slingin' drugs, and I ain't gonna be no grandmama to some..." she started, always seeming to love getting upset at hypothetical things that hadn't even happened yet.

"No mama, it ain't like that, he..."

I wasn't sure how to tell her.

"He's a nice, slightly older man, and he's... he's white."

Her eyes went particularly wide at that.

"A white man? Oh, so he out here trying to sample the goods thinkin' how he's gonna tell his white boy friends about how got with a black woman?" she went on, as no option was ever gonna to be the right one.

"Mama, stop. He's not like that, he's just a nice man I met at work."

"What kind of white man comes all the way down here to this side of town looking for "donuts", Cher? I'm tellin' you, the only kind of..." she started on again.

"He OWNS the business, mama."

I had to interject. She was protective, as pregnancy was usually a door that closed pathways to the future forever around here, but there had to be a limit.

"How old this man?" she said, raising an eyebrow.

"I dunno... maybe 40?"

He was definitely 50. Maybe a little more. But I wasn't going to tell her that, 40 was already bad enough.

"So, you mean to tell me some rich ass cracker who's old enough to be your daddy wants to take you out on a date, and he ain't payin'?" she said, needing something to be contentious about.

"I don't know what he's doing, this is our first date, and I think it's better to be prepared for anything. You know how it would look if I showed up expecting him to pay for everything?"

She stood firm for a moment trying to figure out how to spin this against me, but she finally conceded, throwing her hands up before turning around and grabbing a few twenties from her purse.

"Don't you be using MY money to be buyin' no condoms, you hear me?" she stated clearly.

Trust me, not a single condom was used.

-Closing Time-

I was absolutely awe struck, as he had a driver... I'm seriously not some sort of gold digger, but my uterus decided right then and there that I would be perfectly fine with him putting a baby in me. It wasn't a limo, not that that matters, but it was roomy, and the back cab was partitioned off letting us have the whole space to ourselves. It felt like some fairy tale shit.

"You look absolutely stunning, tonight." he said warmly, taking and giving my hand a gentle kiss as he helped me climb in.

"Thank you, so do you."

I get way more flustered than I mean to. He laughed at that, and gave me a smile that let me know he understood.

I won't bore you with too many details, but we went way out of town, to someplace much more... well shit, I'll just say it, "white"... and had an absolutely fabulous meal at a restaurant with dining on an outside deck. Not like some DQ bullshit, but a real experience with candles and everything. We had black currant wine and steaks with a salted dark chocolate mousse at the end. I ain't ever eat anything so fancy in my entire fucking life, and it was amazing. I asked him about where he lived, and he told me about his penthouse apartment, again, not being braggy, he just legit lived there. I told him I had to see it, because the view sounded amazing, but I knew what I was intending to get up to. By the nights end, we were there, next to each other on the balcony looking out over the city. I got a little chilly but he put his jacket over me, and in that moment, with his hands brushing my skin, the stark contrast of his whiteness against my blackness, we locked eyes and leaned in, kissing for the first time... it would have been the end to a perfect night. But it did NOT end there. Before we knew it, we were passionately making out, our tongues twisting and writhing together, our bodies pressed firmly against one another. I pulled away coyly, grabbing his shirt collar and leading him back inside to the living room.

"So... you gonna tell me NOW why you liked LeMonde so much?"

I said, pulling his jacket off, starting to undo the buttons on my blouse.

"Because I always wanted to conquer the world..." he said, giving me an amused and hungry look.

"You corny as fuck."

I chortled, letting out a laugh as I finished pulling my blouse off. He was stripping out of his shirt too, a simple gray t-shirt underneath all that finery, but I could still see his toned definition through it all. I kicked my shoes off, and undid my pants, pulling them down and kicking them off as he paused and watched with rapt fascination. I shot him a sultry look and pulled my top off for him next, my round dark breasts bouncing free for him. I noticed him lightly licking his teeth as he took in my mostly nude black body, my panties the only thing left between me and my personal fantasy.