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I needed time to think. I had been giving advice to the other girls about what they should do and now it came time for me to put up or shut up and now I was completely out of my elements. I had never approached a white man or had one approach me. My girlfriends said it was because I wasn’t open and men like when you approach them.
I had initiated a lot of relationships with black men but they hadn’t worked out. Now I was dating two black guys at the same time and trying to rid myself of one, but the one I wanted to be rid of was the nicest, but he wasn’t the best looking one of the two. The other one was good-looking and I wanted him for all the wrong reasons. I wanted to keep him because a lot of women wanted to date him and he had a big dick, but he was cheap and insensitive.
He thought because his dick was a prize that he didn’t need anything else. It was enough to satisfy any woman. I never did tell him that he needed more beside a big cock and a cute face and body. And he was an arrogant bastard. I wondered if this handsome English guy was an arrogant bastard because of his looks. I wondered a lot of things especially about his marriage, as I waited for him to come out of the restroom.
He did and bumped into me as soon as I had decided that I couldn’t do this even if my roommate La Shanda would pay her half and my half of the rent. First of all I didn’t think she had it and I couldn’t do this.
“Excuse me. My bad,” I said gazing up at his tall gorgeous self.
He smiled and said, “You American girls have a great way with the English language. You get to the point. We talk and talk and waste a great deal of words that you say it in one sentence. My bad.” He smiled down at me. “That’s cute.”
Since he liked the idea of American women getting to the point. I tried this on him.
“Would you like to fuck?” He seemed surprised but not bothered by my question. I guess that was a question any man in any language would respond to.
“What here?” He asked with a wide bright smile and confused look.
“No. In there.” I pointed to the ladies room. “In a stall. We have nothing but stalls in women’s rooms, and if someone comes in they won’t know what we’re doing.” He looked around as if he was checking for the police and then a great smile came across his face and his blue green eyes sparkled and I fell in love.
He took my hand and to our surprise no one was in the rest room. At this time most people were drunk, everyone but the bartender and waitresses, and they were discreet. All they cared about was the large tips they were obviously making.
He grabbed my hand and we stumbled into the stall and stood looking at each other. “I’m Hunter. And your name beautiful lady.” He held out his hand. Yes he was English. If he was an American man, black or white, he wouldn’t even want to give his name, but it could be because he was visiting that he thought it was safe.
“I didn’t give it.” He stood looking at me. Studying my face and hair and eyes as I helped him take off his jacket and hang it on the latch on the door. They had gotten around to refurbishing the doors on the toilets and they were like small phone booths of years gone by. No one could see underneath and when inside, the latch said occupied.
We were all alone in a small space staring at each other. As I was unbuttoning his shirt I was trying to figure out how I was going to get those cuff links off. But he put his arms around me and took them off and placed them in his pant pocket.
“I think you should know that my friends dared me to ask one of you out,” he said. “I had my eyes on you from the beginning.” I didn’t feel bad about that but I did. Someone had bet him. The games we play. I didn’t tell him about my bet.
I pulled his shirt off and gaped at his incredible wide shoulders with muscles taking up the space in the room. After staring into his beautiful eyes and mouth, I didn’t want to play any games so I blurted out as low and soft as I could, “I have to admit the same thing happened to me. My friends bet me that I wouldn’t take you into the ladies room and fuck you. I guess we both proved them wrong.”
He smiled at me and leaned forward and helped me take off my blouse. Mine was easy considering how much it cost. His eyes fell to my breasts. His breathing became loud. He leaned close to kiss me. I opened my mouth wide and his tongue slid through my mouth as I encircled his neck with my arms. He could kiss. I almost stumbled and fell backward from the rush of blood to my head and the rest of my body.
He caught me as he pulled down his boxers and lifted me with both hands under my butt. Holding me I wrapped my legs around his incredible small waist and he pushed his dick under me until the head found my opening and then he slid it in. I whimpered in his chest and he moaned in my ear.
With his back to the door he rocked me in and out up and down. “You are so wet,” he said whispering in my ear. “I hope you don’t do this with all the men you meet for the first time because I think I found the one pussy that fits my dick.”
That’s all he had to say and I was enjoying a quick orgasm. “Holy shit,” I said. “I forgot the protection.” He pulled out, breathless. His chest heaving up and down.
“I forgot too.”
He put me down and I turned to pick up my jacket and I felt him from behind me rub his hands over my ass as he waited. His hands were smooth and warm as if he was admiring my butt or sizing it up. “Here.” I said still with my back to him. I heard him place the condom on with one hand as he was leaning over me kissing my back and playing with my clit as he pushed into me a second time.
But for him not wearing protection the first time was like locking the barn door after the livestock have run away. With our heat, our youth and hormones raging it’s a wonder I don’t leave her and discover I’m pregnant.
“If I’m being rough please tell me. I will stop.” He pulled my ass to him almost violently as he breathed hard and long pushing in and pulling out of my vagina to the point where he left only the tip in and then pushed it in hard and rocked on me until I could feel him swell inside me.
He whispered as his warm kisses melted my skin, “Beautiful woman. Just fantastic,” he moaned as he drove hard inside me.
No on the contrary, I wanted it rough. The rougher the better. I wanted to remember this man because chances are I will never see him again. I wanted to think of him when I couldn’t think of anyone else. Because so far I had never felt this way before. My hair tingled and I could feel the heat course down to my clit. I wanted his warm mouth on my pussy not my back.
“You’ve given me a proper fuck and I’m having a sweet orgasm.” I knew he was because of the way his dick felt inside of me and when he pulled it out it was still hard. I turned sitting on the lid of the toilet completely spent and trying to catch my breath.
He stood me up on the closed toilet lid. Good thing I was about five feet. As I was breathing in and out, I felt his mouth on my mound. “I couldn’t wait to touch your pubic hair. I love it,” he said to me placing his mouth on my folds and sliding his finger into my wet opening as his tongue moved along my folds stopping long enough to brush across my clit.
I grabbed his dark curly hair and whispered, “Yes suck me hard.” He place his hands on my butt cheeks squeezing them as his face was buried in my mound and his tongue dipped in and out of my opening and then teased my clit. When he felt my clit quiver, he knew I was ready and that’s when he gave me a proper sucking and brought me to a proper orgasm. Fuck me.