"Daphne darling, you need to try this on." Jeanette held up a bright red dress to her daughter. The silk gown was floor length with a slit running up the side. The store they were in was incredibly pretentious and Daphne only agreed because her mother was buying her stuff. Daphne Landry was your typical filthy rich girl. One thing that made her stand out was that she was black. Her father ran his own law form and her mother was a successful child psychologist. Daphne always had the best of everything. She was an only child and went to private school and wore D&G and Chanel for everything. Daphne was well on her way to finishing her Masters degree and was in her last semester of college. Soon after she planned to head off somewhere and look for a job, while working on her doctorate.

"Daphne Marie Landry...get over here and try this on!" her mother joked with her, she knew how much it bothered Daphne when she used her whole name.

"Mother please!" Daphne smiled, took the dress from her and retreated to the dressing room.

***

"What exactly are we doing here?" Mark asked his friend Abe.

"We are here because I need to find a gift for Michelle."

Mark Emery Addison, again, typical rich boy from a hoity-toity family. He never really cared what his father did to get so much money, something about stocks. His mother, the she-witch she could be was a stay at home mom...meaning she stayed at home or shopped while other people raised Mark. Herald, the family's butler and driver basically raised Mark. Who, because of the love and support he got from Herald was working on his own multimillion dollar company. Mark and Abe managed to end up in the ladies section and as Abe looked around for something deliciously scandalous to put his girlfriend in Mark went walking around.

This is ugly... Mark said to himself picking up a bright green dress with sequences drowning it. He heard the sound of two women arguing and he wanted to investigate, perhaps see a chick-fight.

"Daphne Landry, come out here this instance!" Jeanette tapped her foot on the ground. Mark looked at the woman and thought she was at the max 30 years old. She had that classic beauty; no work was done to her, just exercise and good eating. Then he heard the other voice more clearly.

"Mother, I'm not coming out...my breasts are going to fall out!"

Whoa, maybe she's not 30...

"Daphne, it can't be that bad." Jeanette pulled open the curtain and Mark was now staring at the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. Her slim and yet incredibly filled out ebony body looked magnificent against the red dress. When she turned around to look at her mother he could tell that the top was too small. Her breasts were at least a large B, but the top looked like it fit the battery sized breasts. Her figure was accentuated in the dress and the slit went all the way to her hip revealing a sexy glimpse of her inner thigh when she moved.

"Don't be silly, you can fit them in..." Jeanette pulled at the top of the dress and it came completely down exposing both of Daphne's breasts. Mark gasped loudly and watched the perkiest tits he had ever seen. She didn't need to wear a bra if she didn't want to. Her nipples were small and tight in the cold air and his cock became stiff as he watched her. Suddenly, realizing she was being watched Daphne looked up and stared at the Adonis staring back at her. Jeanette turned around and squealed covering her daughter's breasts with her body and pushing her back into the dressing room.

"What did I miss?" Abe walked up and looked at Mark. His mouth was wide open and still staring towards the dressing room.

"Absolutely beautiful." He managed to say before Abe pulled him away.

***

"Did you see him?" Daphne gasped and pulled on her shirt.

"Yes, he was staring at your breasts." Jeanette sat down on the bench and watched her daughter get dressed.

"Mother, he wasn't I looked him dead in the eye." Daphne picked up her purse and followed her mother out to the register. Jeanette had the infamous dress in hand and was walking towards the register.

"Mom I can't get that dress."

"Yes you can, we will fix the top."

"Which one, mine or the dresses?"

"Go ahead; blame me for your figure..." Jeanette laughed and walked ahead. Daphne walked by a mannequin wearing the ugliest green dress she had ever seen.

"Boy, that's ugly."

"I thought so too." A voice came from behind her. She spun around and saw the mystery man.

"Hi." She smiled and reached her hands up to cross them over her breasts.

"I wanted to apologize for that back there, I was caught off guard."

"As was I." she admitted.

"If I could introduce myself, my name is Mark."

"Hello Mark, I'm Daphne."

"Beautiful." He said smiling at her.

"Uh...thank you." Daphne blushed. Her light caramel colored skin didn't hide the reddening in her face. Her long curly brown hair bounced into her face. Mark reached up and pushed one of the tendrils away and stared into her eyes, which were green.

"I'd love to take you out." He asked moving in closer to her. When he stopped moving she could feel her hardened nipples rubbing through her shirt and into his polo shirt. He must've noticed too because he looked down and read her shirt.

I'm a Rich Bitch

"Interesting shirt."

"Thanks, my mom got it for me."

"Can I perhaps have your number?" he asked dragging a fingertip across her collarbone. She shivered a little and nodded. She had given him her number and returned to her mother's side shortly after.

***

Friday night came and Daphne and her friend Mina were getting ready to go out. The two of them were in Daphne's bathroom discussing makeup and choices of colored glitter.

"So, has he called you?" Mina sat on the edge of the tub and started painting her toenails. Daphne was standing over one of her sinks and applied her mascara.

"No, not yet, I only saw him on Tuesday." Daphne smiled and ran a hand through her straightened hair. With it straight it hit the middle of her back and you could really see the natural red highlights. Her outfit consisted of a small dark denim skirt, black heels, and a black tank-top and red fingernail polish. Her makeup was simple and natural looking; she really never needed anything extravagant. Mina on the other hand wanted bright red lipstick with everything. Daphne and Mina did one last mirror check and headed towards their usual hangout. On the outside of the bar there were a few guys sanding around, they all tried to get Daphne and Mina's attention. The girls walked up past the line and went straight in. The bouncer smiled and held all of the other people at bay. Once inside they looked around the room and sat down at the bar. When they did the drinks started pouring in. Yes they were rich, but why spend money on yourself at the bar when the bartender is always coming up to you with drinks from other guys. Mitch, the bartender, always had an eye out for creepy guys and it also helped that Daphne's father knew Mitch's father. She had connections all over the city. Daphne took a sip of her martini and gave her buyer a wink.

***

"Abe, I don't want to go out tonight." Mark looked at the piece of paper in his hand and contemplated dialing the number. His cell phone was in his hand and he was ready to dial.

"Come on man, you haven't called her yet, you're not going to call her at all...come with me." Abe stood next to the front door.

"So I can sit there while you and Michelle fondle each other?" Mark glared at him and chuckled.

"Maybe you can find someone to fondle." Abe said simply grabbing his car keys.

"Yeah, maybe." Mark put the number and his phone back in his pocket and followed his friend out of the house.

"Come on slowpokes!" Michelle yelled from the sunroof of the SUV. Michelle was a little petite blonde girl with huge DD tits that weren't hers.

"Coming baby!" Abe yelled.

***

When Mark, Abe and Michelle reached the bar they walked in and saw a group of people dancing on the bar. The music was loud and there was the smell of straight vodka in the air.

"I'm going to like this place." Michelle said leading Abe straight towards the dance floor. Mark decided to go get a drink and headed over to the bar. When he got there he saw a pair of black heels in front of him. He looked up the shapely brown legs, hoping that it was Daphne, but it wasn't. It was some drunk and overweight girl wearing a skirt that was way to short to be dancing on the bar. He cringed and turned around. He would just go get a table and order a drink. By the time the waitress brought him the drink he ordered he began to survey the room. He looked towards the dance floor and saw Michelle with Abe, they were practically going at it on the floor and he looked further past them and noticed the gorgeous Ebony Goddess in the corner. She was swaying her hips to Fergie's Fergalicious, and dancing with some guy who really wasn't dancing he was more or less watching her move and getting a hard-on. Mark felt a wave of jealousy pass through him when he saw the guy's hands all over her. Then he almost knocked the table over when the guy had the audacity to grab her breasts and try to pull her top down. Daphne's reaction was one of complete outrage. She turned around and fixed her top and gave the guy a swift kick in the nuts. He fell to the floor grabbing his crotch, but before she could get away, another guy, probably one of the crotch grabber's friends, tried to corner her. He was yelling at her and calling her all kinds of names. Mark couldn't take it anymore he jumped up and headed towards them.

***

As Daphne held her own against the big fugly friend she saw the Adonis walking towards her. His movements were smooth and deliberate. His dark brown hair was perfect and the muscular arms he had were accentuated by his black button up shirt. She didn't have time to think about sex when this big oaf was crowding her personal space.

"Excuse me, but I believe you are yelling at my girlfriend." Mark walked up behind Oaf-Boy and tapped him on the shoulder.

"Your little bitch right here kicked my boy in the nuts." He turned back to Daphne. She rolled her eyes at him.

"Well it's either she kick him in the balls or I break his fucking nose for touching her breasts. Those breasts are mine." Mark looked dangerous and Daphne smiled inwardly, she could tell that what he was saying was getting to the guy. Then she realized that he must've been watching her for a while to notice the breast grabbing episode. Then Mina, Abe and Michelle appeared behind them all and looked at what was going on.

"Hey Daph!" Mitch yelled from the bar. Daphne turned and saw him hold up a baseball bat. She shook her head and gave him the okay sign and continued watching her Adonis berate the local idiot. She pushed her way past the big Oaf-Boy and grabbed Marks hand.

"Let's leave this jerk and go dance." She said pulling him away. Their friends just stared and introduced themselves to each other. When Daphne and Mark reached a desirable spot on the dance floor the song conveniently changed. Akon's I Wanna Fuck You set the mood for their dancing. Daphne stood in front of Mark and started her little dance. He reached his hand up and cupped the back of her head. His other hand ran along her collarbone and then jumped to her waist. He surprised her by being able to dance, white boy had rhythm. She turned around and pressed her butt against him. She heard him groan and she could feel his raging erection against her.

"Wow." She bent back and looked him in the eyes.

"Fuck." He groaned again and closed his eyes. He placed his hands on her waist and pulled them up her stomach, he stopped when he touched the underside curve of her breasts and he pulled his hands back down. Daphne giggled and grabbed his hands. She boldly placed them on her breasts and gave them a nice squeeze. Mark shuddered against her and resisted the urge to fuck her against the wall. He bent down and kissed his way up her neck and nibbled on her earlobe. Daphne wondered if the juices flowing from her pussy were now dripping down her leg. He made her so wet and she wanted to crawl into his skin. When the song was over Mark realized he still had his hands on her breasts and his erection was more than apparent in his slacks. He dropped his hands and whispered in her ear.

"Do you think we could perhaps sit down now? I'm pitching a tent." Daphne giggled in response and walked towards the table he pointed out. When they say down Mark was eternally grateful, he adjusted himself and then noticed that Daphne was looking right at him. She slid next to him and took his hand from his bulge. She threw one leg over his and thank goodness for the tablecloth otherwise everyone would've seen what she was about to do. Daphne pulled his hand up the inside of her thigh and he shuddered when he reached her drenched panties.

"Oh my God." Mark bent over and kissed her passionately. He took her boldness as a cue to move forward. While she pulled her panties to the side he proceeded to stick one of his fingers into her wetness. She bit his lower lip and moaned into his mouth. Mark had to force himself to realize where they were. He pulled his finger out of her and looked back at her face. Her lips were kiss swollen and her face was flushed. She opened her eyes and met his gaze. Suddenly she became very uncomfortable and she backed away from him.

"No, please don't go." He reached for her and pulled her back to his side.

"That wasn't too crazy was it?" she asked cautiously. He bent down and kissed her. When he stopped he whispered into her ear.

"Crazy would be taking me into the ladies bathroom so I could fuck that gorgeous pussy of yours." He licked her earlobe and she giggled.

"Wow that is crazy." She smiled. "And a good idea." She got up from the table and pulled him up with her. They walked over towards the bar and Mitch looked at her.

"Who is this?" he asked.

"Mitch, this is Mark. Can we go into the break room?" she gave him a sly smile and Mitch laughed out loud.

"Sure you can...just don't break anything." He walked back down the bar and took more orders. Daphne gave Mark a wide smile and they walked into the backroom. The backroom was much cleaner than the bathroom he knew. There was a table and four chairs, a four person couch and a loveseat. Mark decided he wanted to try the couch first and he pushed her towards it. She giggled as she fell and bounced once and then she rolled over and felt Marks hands on her thighs.

"Oh shit." She bit her hand to stifle the scream rising in her throat.

"Ever had a white boy eat you out?" he asked pulling her panties down and stuffing them in his pocket. She shook her head no and pulled down her top to reveal her breasts. He practically came in his pants when she did that, her nipples were tight and begging to be sucked. He knew he would get to that later. He spread her legs in front of him and draped her legs over his shoulders. When Daphne saw his head dip in between her thighs she nearly came. She gripped his hair and little tremors ran through her. When she came she actually did scream, but Mark was pretty sure no one in the bar could hear her over the music. He rose to his knees, with her legs still draped on his shoulders. He had shoved his pants down and she gasped as she saw the amount of cock behind his pants. It must've been 8 or 9 inches and so thick she thought she would drool from seeing it. He started to push into her and he couldn't get very far. He pulled out and tried again, she gasped and tried to push him away.

"Are you a virgin?" he asked panting and gritting his teeth.

"Fuck no...but my first wasn't as big as you...he was frankly pencil-dicked compared to you." She tried to relax and when he pushed forward again he went in another inch but she was in pain.

"Shit, I'm sorry." He pulled out of her and pulled her to her feet. He guided her to the table and bent her forward over it.

"What are you doing?" she asked cautiously. He moved her feet out, exposing her sweet pussy to his gaze once again. He stood behind her and it felt like he was going to fuck her from behind but he shoved two fingers into her pussy. She gripped the table and thrust back into his fingers. He worked enough juices from her and then he inserted three fingers. She bit back a groan and then said fuck it; she groaned and panted as he pushed in and out of her. She came suddenly and it was so powerful she came all over his hand in a gush of warm fluid.

"Oh fuck baby, you squirt?" he groaned and grabbed his cock with his free hand.

"It's only happened once before, when I was using my vibrator." She shuddered and her knees gave out.

"You have no use for that thing from now on, throw it away." Mark scooped her in his arms and laid her on the table. She sprawled out like she had been thoroughly fucked, but she wasn't, not by a long shot. He knelt in front of her again and placed her feet on his shoulders. He leaned forward and sucked on her clit. Daphne nearly came off the table; there was too much pressure on her. She knew that feeling...she was going to come again. She wanted to say something but her mind was still mush. Mark pressed two fingers into her pussy and was frantically pushed up, hitting her g-spot with every stroke.

"M-...Mark!" Daphne yelled as she pushed down with her feet. Mark fell backwards and watched as she came all over the table, her pussy gushed a couple of times and her legs were still shaking. She threw her head back and he knew it was now or never. He stood up and prepared to push his cock fully into her beautiful body. She was so fucking tight he wanted to explode, but he wanted to push one more orgasm out of her before he did.

"Daphne." He went in to the hilt. They both could feel the walls of her pussy trying to adjust.

"Oh fuck!" she exclaimed as she felt his cock hit her cervix. "Yes?"

"I want you to be my girlfriend...okay?" he pulled out and pushed back in.

"Whatever you want baby, I'm yours." She groaned and used her left hand to rub her clit. Mark pushed her hand away and began frantically rubbing her clit. She started to scream as the orgasm built inside of her.

"Fuck, I'm going to cum soon."

"I want to feel you cum inside me." She moaned and pushed towards his oncoming thrust. Mark pushed a few more times and she could see the glorious muscles in his chest flex.

"Cum now Daphne!" he groaned as he started cumming. She screamed damn nearly at the top of her lungs and came again. She couldn't seem to breathe and she tried to sit up but a strong hand pushed her back down. She laid back and looked up at her Adonis.

"I don't want this moment to end." He said rubbing her thighs. His cock became soft and he slipped out of her.

"It won't, I'm your girlfriend. You can have me anytime you want." Daphne reached up to her breasts and pulled her nipples a couple of times before pulling her top back over them. Mark helped her get up and he pulled her off the table. He adjusted her skirt and managed to find her heels. One was by the door the other one was on the other side of the room.

"Can I have my panties back?" she asked fixing Marks shirt.

"Nope, I think I'll keep them." He winked at her and gave her ass a quick slap.

"Naughty boy." Daphne got ready to walk back out the room when Mark stopped her.

"Hey, you don't have any reservations about a white boyfriend?" he asked.

"Of course not. How do you feel about a black girlfriend?" she pulled her top down to flash him. He groaned and leaned his forehead against hers, keeping an eye on her breasts.

"Oh no...I'm personally a fan of African American Goddesses." He kissed her passionately and popped one of her nipples in his mouth.

"Ooh, stop that...otherwise we won't be leaving for a while."
"Let's not leave." Mark said grabbing her by the ass and pinning her up against the wall.

"No babe, we have to. Plus, I have to clean up that little mess I made over there." She managed to get down and she went to retrieve a towel. When she bent back over the table to wipe up the various fluids Mark became hard again. Her ass was showing and he could see her pussy lips calling to him. He wanted to eat her out again.

"Don't you even think about it." She looked back at him.

***

A couple of months had passed, Mark and Daphne decided it was time for family dinners. Mark was worried that Daphne's mother wasn't going to like him, especially after how they first met. Granted, he'd seen a lot more than her breasts since then. Daphne explained to him that her parent's wouldn't care if he was white, he had nothing to worry about. Mark, on the other hand knew his parent's would react either one of two ways, be completely for their relationship, or against it. He was hoping they would be for it. Mark arrived at Daphne's front door after and eternity on the freeway. The house was gorgeous. Since they had the same social status no expense was spared. There were fountains and even ducks running around. He could see a tennis court in the back yard and a huge swimming pool. He walked up to the door and was greeted by Daphne. She saw him drive up and rushed downstairs.

"Hi baby!" she jumped into his arms and decided a little make-out session was in order. Mark paused when he heard a low voice.

"So you're the man who got a free show in the ladies section." Michael walked up to the door. Daphne adjusted her top and looked up at her father.

"Daddy, this is Mark." She pushed Mark in front of her. "Mark this is Daddy."

"Michael." He reached out and shook Marks hand.

"Hello Sir."

"He has a nice firm handshake...I like him already." Michael turned and walked back into the house. Mark exhaled a sigh of relief and thought to himself.

One down, one to go

Daphne led him through the house, showing him where everything was. The interior was gorgeous. Paintings of black lovers and tribal patterns were everywhere. When they got up to Daphne's bedroom she opened the door and he laughed out loud.

"What?" she asked looking around.

"Your room is great." He smiled. There was a four post bed and a balcony overlooking the pool. What caught his attention was the fact that everything was either white or black. The bed sheets were white, but the pillows were black. The carpet was black with a huge white rug in the center.

"Thank you!" she smiled and walked in. Mark looked around and wondered if he should enter.

"Should I enter, or will I be shot by your father?"

"Silly, you can come in. More than likely they're having sex now...just come in." She pulled him by the top of his shirt. He kicked the door shut and kissed her back. She moved him over to the bed and pushed him back on it. She crawled up his body and straddled him. Already she was wet and he could feel the heat radiating from her delectable body.

"We shouldn't do this here." He said cupping her breasts. Daphne moaned and ground her pussy into him.

"Sure we can." She crossed her arms and pulled her top over her head revealing a little pink lace bra. She put Marks hands back on her breasts and told him to unclasp her. He wasn't quite sure he could do it until he realized the clasp was in the front. His cock became rock hard and he pushed his hips up and she bounced and giggled. Before he could reach the bra her bedroom door flew open. In walked Jeanette holding a tennis racquet.

"Oh, hello Mark." She smiled and looked at Daphne.

"Mark, this is my Mom." She smiled and sat up. Jeanette could see the look on Marks face and noticed she interrupted something, plus, her daughter was straddling him.

"Daph. I came to tell you that your father wants us to play a game of tennis at 3." She gave Mark a wide smile. "Don't be late." She reached around the door, pressed the lock and closed the door behind her.

"That was embarrassing." Mark sat up a little.

"Where do you think you're going?" she pushed him back down. "She said not to be late..." Daphne looked at the clock and it read 2:20.

"Do we have time?"

"Yes we do." Daphne proceeded to take off her bra.

***

The game and lunch went quite well. Mark realized where Daphne got her sexuality. Her parent's were walking hormones. They decided that the next night they would go over to Mark's parent's house.

Mark and Daphne arrived at his house around 8 p.m. Mark led her to the front door and Herald opened it.

"Hello Herald, this is Daphne, my girlfriend." Herald took Daphne's hand and kissed it.

"Enchantée" he smiled and led them into the foyer.

"How are you doing Herald?" Mark asked.

"Fine, thank you Sir, but not as fine as you and your lovely lady." He smiled again and Daphne was feeling more at ease. Then Mark's parents came around the corner and stopped dead in their tracks.

"Hi Mom, Dad...this is Daphne Landry." He pulled Daphne to his side. After a brief pause Mark wondered. "What's wrong?"

"She's so..." Jonas stopped, "So..."

"Not white." Viviane stated. Mark gripped Daphne's hand tighter and Daphne knew this night would not go well. Herald took her purse and told her he would place it in the guest room. She gave him a smile and thanked him.

"At least she has manners." Viviane said as Daphne turned around in shock.

"Shut it mom!" Daphne went to shake her hand and Viviane didn't move. At least Jonas was kind enough to shake her hand.

"I'm Jonas, Mark's father." He said with a stern look. Daphne cringed visibly and pasted on a smile. Herald guided them to the dining room. Mark sat next to Daphne and his parent's sat across from them. Herald brought out salads, water and wine. They all ate in silence. Once they were finished with the salads, Jonas started to stare at Daphne.

"When you told me her name was Daphne Landry, I thought she'd at least be white." Viviane said suddenly breaking the smooth streak. Mark almost chocked on his wine and Daphne spilled her water down the front of her dress.

"Oh no." she silently cursed herself. She looked up at Mark who was staring at Viviane.

Daphne excused herself and retreated to the bathroom. She opened the door and quickly closed it behind her. Seconds later Mark came in. He noticed her tear streaked face and stood behind her.

"They hate me." She sobbed over the sink. He saw her tears fall and hit the porcelain, her mascara was running down her cheeks. "All because I'm black." Mark walked towards her and trapped her body between his and the sink. She felt the growing erection against her bottom and shook her head.

"We can't." she tried to hold back more tears.

"I love you." He said kissing her neck and rubbing against her ass. He reached up and massaged her breasts through her dress. She bit back a moan and ground her ass into him. She remembered where she was. She didn't want his parents thinking she was a slut too. She tried to compose herself and she pulled away from him.

"Now is so not the time for this." She wiped her cheeks with her hands.

"Yes it is." Mark pulled up her sundress, reveling in the feeling of her soft and silky skin. He yanked at the strip she called a thong and pushed two fingers inside of her.

"Ah." She gasped leaning further on the sink. She heard his zipper pull down and he grabbed his member. He pulled his fingers out of her slickness and before he could enter her warmth there was a knock on the door.

"Miss Daphne." Herald knocked on the door again. "Are you alright?" Daphne looked over her shoulder to Mark.

"Everything is fine Herald, thank you." Mark answered. He could hear Herald gasp and there was a pause in his response.

"Uh, okay Sir." Herald walked away and retreated to the kitchen.

"Mark, we shouldn't-"Daphne tried to pull her dress back down but Mark yanked it up and plunged into her heat. When he gripped her hips Daphne grabbed his hands and held on as he plunged in and out of her. They were both surprised that he fit all the way in, their first time together he was too thick for her. He remembered he had to get her to cum three times before she was relaxed enough and his cock could fit in all the way.

"Fuck Daph, you're so tight." He groaned and pulled out almost all the way. With each thrust he watched his long and thick member enter her hot and pink pussy. She let go of his hands and placed hers on the mirror, pushing back into him, in reaction almost involuntarily he surged forward knocking against her cervix.

"Mark, I'm so close..." she moaned into her arm. Little tremors started to run through her body.

"Cum for me..." he started fucking her faster. "Cum on my cock, let me feel your pussy cum." He pumped a few more times and going as deep as he could he pause and she felt his cock jump inside of her. With that he flicked her clit with his right index finger. Daphne felt the coil inside her body snap and the climax rushed through her, lights went off behind her eyes and she could feel Mark cum inside of her. He rested his forehead on her back and kissed the nape of her neck. His cock was semi erect as he pulled out of her. Mark used one of the towels to wipe their combined juices from her thighs and he pulled her dress back over her round ass. She fixed her hair and was thankful that the water didn't make her dress transparent. She wiped the mascara from her cheeks and checked herself in the mirror one last time. When she turned around Mark was finished fixing himself up. They both walked out of the bathroom holding hands. She reluctantly walked into the dining room and Mark tugged her arm.

"Come on baby."

"Mark, I can't." she replied. There was a small, yet powerful voice from behind Mark which replied.

"See, I told you she wasn't good for anything." Viviane placed one hand on Marks shoulder. He looked at his mother then back at Daphne who was crying into her hands.

"Mother, go to hell." Mark walked towards Daphne, intent on pulling her into his arms, but she back up so fast she almost tripped.

"Mark, I'm sorry...I can't do this anymore." She rushed past them and retrieved her purse from the guest room. On her way back she could hear Mark arguing with his parents. She stopped in the hallway, afraid to walk out.

"I can't believe you've treated her like this!" Mark was yelling. Viviane was shushing him.

"Mark, listen, she isn't right for you." Jonas said

"No, you're wrong, she's perfect for me! I want to marry her!" Mark yelled and pushed Jonas out of the way. Daphne cried even harder and knew she didn't want to walk out there. She retreated back to the guest bedroom and opened the window. Before she crawled out Herald walked in. He noticed the tears in her eyes, he could hear the fighting and he quietly urged her back inside.

"Miss Daphne, I can create a diversion and you can slip out the front door. I do not believe someone as well to do as you should crawl through the windows like a felon." Herald handed her a handkerchief and led her through the hallway. He stopped her and continued towards the fighting family.

"Excuse me." They stopped momentarily and looked at him. "I think that it would benefit you all if this discussion was taken to another room and not so close to the front door, where all of the neighbors can hear." He led them in the direction of the library and Daphne managed to slip out of the door. She took off her little heels and practically ran down the street. She pulled out her cell and called for her driver.

***

"Why can't you just let me be happy?" Mark asked pacing the room. His father sat behind the desk and his mother sat on the side. They looked like the typical movie filthy rich family.

"Mark, she's not right for you."

"Because she's not white!" he screamed kicking over a nearby chair.

"Among other things." His mother boldly said. Mark stopped and looked at her, his mouth wide open.

"I can't believe you just said that." He paused. "She's from a wealthy family...she has things going for her...damnit! You have no other objection to us being together other than she's black!" he walked out of the office and went to the guest room. He had to hold her. When he walked into the room he was shocked to see the window was open and Daphne was nowhere in sight.

"Daph!" he yelled searching the room. He ran into the bathroom and then back out the bedroom door. His parents were standing in the foyer. Jonas looked at him and then at his wife in frustration.

"What's wrong Mark?" his mother asked like their big fight hadn't just happened.

"She's gone!" Mark yelled he searched for his keys and wallet only to see Herald holding them next to the front door.

"Here you go Sir." He smiled and closed the front door when Mark rushed out. Jonas and Viviane went their separate ways in the house. Herald could hear the doors slamming shut.

***

Mark drove his car in a hurry, he was at least going 90 mph, and he pulled up to her house and frantically banged on the door. Jeanette was the one who opened the door, when she saw Mark a look of pure horror covered her face.

"Is Daphne here?" he asked looking past her. Michael walked up behind his wife.

"What's wrong?" Michael asked causing Mark to stop his search for Daphne and answer him.

"My parents are racist, pardon my language, assholes and they were so rude to Daph." He paused trying to choke back tears. "She left my house, and if she's not here, I don't know where she could be." He sank to his knees in front of her parents and put his face in his hands.

"I don't want to loose her...I want to marry her." Mark said as Jeanette started to cry. Michael rushed back and called for his driver.

***

Daphne was sitting in the back of the car; she had cried so much she couldn't anymore. The phone rang and Daphne jumped, she knew who was probably calling.

"Hello Sir...no I'm not available right now I've just picked up Miss Daphne." She lay down in the back seat and listened to their conversation.

"Yes Sir, I can be back as soon as possible, but I'm afraid Miss Daphne may not want to come back so soon, if it's alright with you, I would like to drive her around for a while."

We could never have worked out she thought to herself.

"Yes Sir, I will make sure she gets something to eat." David hung up the phone and looked in the rearview mirror.

"Miss Daphne, your father insists that I take you somewhere to eat, where would you like to go?"

"Can we stop by Taco Bell?" She asked quietly. David smiled a little and handed her a bottle of water.

"Yes Ma'am."

***

"What happened?" Jeanette asked Mark when Michael walked into the living room.

"She called David; he's taking her to get something to eat." Jeanette breathed a sigh of relief and Mark realized he wasn't going to have a heart attack.

"Anything else?" Jeanette asked.

"David will more than likely be driving her around for a while. Mark, once you tell us what happened tonight, I think you should go home." Mark wanted to protest but Jeanette interrupted. "Mark, more than likely when she comes back she won't want to talk." She placed her hand on his shoulder. "I'll make her call you in the morning.

***

After she ate Daphne fall asleep in the car. David looked at the clock. It was almost midnight. He drove back to the house and gently woke her up. She walked inside her room, dress still wet, and hair a mess, makeup was gone and she flicked on the light. Lying on her bed was a little black box and a letter.

Daphne my love,

There's nothing in this world that I can do to apologize for what happened with my parents tonight. I didn't want you to know until I told my parents, but I asked your parents for your hand in marriage. They accepted and I was going to give you this tonight. I don't understand them but I know one thing, I love you and I want you to make me the happiest "white man" in the world and become my wife. I will love you...always.

,

Mark

Daphne cried over the letter and looked down at the box. The light blue box and ribbon told her where he got it from. She opened the box and cried even harder. The ring was a princess cut diamond with a platinum band. She picked the ring out of the box and slowly slid it on her finger. It looked beautiful on her...if only his parents were as accepting of their relationship as her parents were. She knew what she had to do, although she didn't like it one bit.

***

Two months past and Daphne always found some way to not meet with him, to not talk to him. Mark was getting fed up and he decided to meet her after one of her classes. He walked up to Psychology 530, with Professor Donaldson. A young blonde walked out and immediately noticed Mark.

"Hi there, can I help you find something?" she asked seductively. Mark paid no attention to her and asked.

"I'm looking for Daphne Landry, do you know her?" he asked turning to look down the hall.

"Who are you?" she asked adjusting her purse on her arm.

"I'm her uh...lab partner." He looked at her and gave her a killer smile. "She hasn't been to lab in a few weeks, I just wanted to check up on her, make sure everything is okay." The blond came closer to Mark and he straightened a little.

"Well." The blonde was about to gossip. "News around the program is that she got knocked up by her ex, and now she's thinking about transferring to another school." The blood in Marks face drained.

"Have you seen her?" he asked trying not to become frantic.

"She was in class last week, but she left because of morning sickness." She shook her head. She walked away from him and entered the class. Professor Donaldson was packing up her things and Mark waited for her silently.

"Excuse me." He said, she looked up at him and smiled.

"Can I help you?" she sat down on the edge of her desk and studied him carefully.

"Look, I'm going to be honest with you. I'm looking for Daphne Landry, I'm Mark, I'm her fiancée, boyfriend."

"Oh so you're Mark." She pointed at him and smiled.

"Yes, something bad happened at my parents and I haven't seen or heard from her in almost two months, I'm really scared for her."

"Well Mark, you've come at the right time. I have a meeting with her right now; she should be in my office." Mark followed Professor Donaldson down to her office. She asked him to wait until she came and got him and she walked in. Just as suspected Daphne was sitting in a chair, she looked so sad.

"Hello Professor." Daphne was about to stand up but Donaldson stopped her.

"Please sit. I need to talk to you." She said.

"Yes."

"Are you pregnant Daphne?" she asked. Daphne became really uncomfortable and started to cry.

"Yes, I am." She placed her face in her hands. Mark could hear her crying and he wanted to go in and hold her tight.

"And the Mark you told me about, he's the father?"

"Yes, he is."

"Well Daphne, I think we need to talk about your options."

"Like?"

"I understand that this is your last class you have to take in order to get your Master's degree."

"Yes."

"I'm willing to email you all of the assignments and when finals come, I want you to come here into my office and take it." Daphne managed a smile, and then heaved a little as sickness threatened to take her over.

"Thank you." Daphne contained her nausea and stood up to shake Donaldson's hand.

"Wait." She replied.

"Yes?" Daphne sat back down. Donaldson got up and walked out of her office. As soon as the door closed Mark walked in. Daphne jumped up from the chair and wavered a little bit. Mark ran towards her to make sure she didn't fall.

"Mark, what are you doing here?" she asked, fresh tears running down her face.

"I came to find you." He leaned in and kissed her lips. She leaned into him briefly, when he pulled her flush against him she felt his fingers touch her stomach. She jumped back and picked up her purse.
"I have to go." She walked out of the office; Professor Donaldson was talking to another professor at the end of the hall. Daphne walked in the other direction, Mark following close behind her. He stopped her before she could reach her car.

"Daphne, please talk to me." He gently grabbed her arm. Daphne turned to face him, her brown hair falling around her face.

"What?" she tried not to look into his eyes.

"Why didn't you tell me?" he asked quietly rubbing her arms up and down slowly.

"What was I supposed to do, show up on your doorstep pregnant? Say, 'Hey, I wanted you to know I'm having a little mixed baby and your son is the father'...your parent's despise me..." Mark pulled her into his body and crushed her mouth with his. She couldn't breathe and she pushed him back, she was only given enough time to get in one quick breath before his mouth was covering hers. She reacted as if she hadn't seen him in years. Her body gave in and she wrapped her arms around his neck. Her right leg rose and wrapped around his waist. Mark pushed her back into her car and grabbed her breasts with both of his hands.

"Take me home with you." He told her as he found her keys in her purse and unlocked the door.

***

Mark had expected Daphne to take him back to her parent's house, but she had an apartment of her own. Once at her apartment Mark noticed all of her stuff was for the baby. New covers, a crib, still in the box, bags of diapers, a car seat, everything that a baby needed, accept a father. He frowned slightly as she placed her purse on the counter and went to get changed. He looked inside her fridge and thought he was at a supermarket. There were vegetables, fruits, and nuts everywhere. Not a bag of junk food in sight. He smiled knowing she was taking care of herself physically, just not emotionally. When she came back out she walked into the kitchen. When she saw Mark standing there looking in her fridge she started to blush.

"Looks like you're eating well." He took in her appearance. She was in a baby blue tank top with pink track pants. When she brushed past him, he could feel her hardened nipples against his arm. She wasn't wearing a bra. She reached into the fridge and pulled out a bottle of water and an orange. Mark took the orange from her and started to peel it.

"You never answered my question." He looked at her.

"Which was?" she took a sip of water.

"Why didn't you tell me you were pregnant?"

"I told you already."

"No, you told me that you didn't want to go to my parents." He handed her the finished orange. "You could've told me." He walked closer to her. She could feel the heat within her rising.

"Could you please back up for a second?" She pushed her hand against him. He gently touched it and looked down at her hand.

"You're wearing the ring I gave you." He said kissing her hand. She realized she never took it off.

"Mark, I'm so sorry." She shook her head. "I was going to tell you."

"When? When you delivered her?" he started to get a little angry. He backed away from her and stared her down.

"No, before then. Plus, it could be a boy." She touched her stomach. She wasn't even showing but she touched her tummy like she was eight months pregnant. Mark took the orange from her and placed it next to the water bottle on the counter. He couldn't stand to be upset at her, he completely understood why she didn't say anything.

"What?" she asked as he took her hand and guided her towards the living room. He stood in front of her and gave her that look. The look that he would give her when he wanted to plunge into her body for hours on end. Her pussy flooded with juices. He carefully began to undress her. Each inch of skin he uncovered he covered with kisses. She bit her lip and shuddered as he knelt in front of her. He dipped a finger into her pussy and she quivered with the incredible sensation. She pulled him up her body and he quickly undressed. He sat back on the couch and she straddled him. Her heated core was right above his massive cock.

"Are you sure?" he inquired pushing back a strand of her hair. Within two months her hair had grown at least a couple of inches.

"Yesssss!" she replied as she sank down on his cock. He lifted her up and plunged back in her, seating her to the hilt.

"Fuck you're beautiful." He held himself inside of her and licked the soft curve of her neck.

"Mark, I'm sorry." She started to cry. Mark lifted her slowly and slammed her down on his cock. She started to shudder and she could feel herself about to come.

"I love you." He said nibbling on her neck. Daphne scraped her nails across his back and panted. "I'm glad you're having my child."

"I'm going to cum..." she bent down and sighed in his ear. He gripped her waist and felt her shudder around him. He gently kissed her and looked into her eyes.

"Would you still want to marry me?" He asked.

"Absolutely." He moved towards the end of the couch and stood up, still hard inside of her. The new position pushed his cock deeper into her warmth and they both groaned. Before he even got a chance to ask she answered.

"Door on the left." She kissed his neck and nibbled on his earlobe. He managed to stand up. His movements became faster as he made his way across the apartment, pushed open the door and headed straight to the bed. He laid her down and opened her legs. Circling her clit he dipped into her juices and brought it to his lips. The fire inside of her was burning beyond control; she needed to feel him back inside of her.

"Please." She whimpered.

"Please what?" he smiled kissing the inside of her thigh.

"Please make love to me." She sat up on her elbows and watched him crawl up her body. He stopped just above her stomach and kissed the curve under her bellybutton. She giggled a little and as he finished his journey up her ebony body he entered her easily and she fell back on a moan. Mark held himself up with one hand while the other massages her breast. He noticed they were a little bit bigger, still firm as hell and sensitive. She moaned and tossed her head back and forth as he touched her sensitive globes. He brought his lips to the small bud and licked and sucked on it while moving his cock within her slowly. His balls were drawing up and he was very close, but he wanted her to cum again.

"Baby, I want you to cum with me." She arched her back and moaned. Mark picked up the pace a little bit and Daphne ran her hand over his chest and tweaked his nipple.

"Fffuuuuucccckkkk..." Mark's body jackknifed and he shot hot cum into her womb. When Daphne felt him cum she screamed as her orgasm ripped through her. Mark rolled over to his side, spooning Daphne and they both fell asleep.

***

The next morning Daphne woke up to the sounds of soft music and the blender running. She went into the bathroom to brush her teeth and wash her face. She wrapped the satin bed sheet around her body and made her way into the kitchen.

"Good morning beautiful." Mark greeted her with a tall glass of fresh orange juice.

"What are you in here doing?" she smiled and took a sip.

"I've decided to make breakfast...how do you want your eggs?" he held an egg over the pan, ready to crack it open.

"However you want to make it." She sat the glass down and went to the cabinet to grab her vitamins. She hopped on top of the counter and opened it.

"What are you doing?" Mark asked almost dropping the spatula.

"Getting my vitamins." He rushed to the cabinet and got them for her.

"Here, let me get them." He paused to give her a kiss. "I don't want you doing anything to strain yourself."

"Should've thought of that last night." She giggled and rubbed her hand against his erection.

"Evil woman." He sighed and leaned into her body. Daphne sucked his bottom lip into her mouth and moaned. Mark pulled the cover from around her body and gently felt her mound. She moaned and ground her body against his hand. Mark was two seconds away from fucking her right on the counter when the smoke alarm went off.

"Shit." He turned around and saw that the eggs were burning. He left Daphne and took the skillet from the stove.

"So, when do you think we should tell your parents about the baby?" she asked covering herself back up.

"I think we should tell them tomorrow."

"I was afraid you were going to say that."