26-01-2022, 05:41 PM
"Hey Jalen," said the man behind the bar, "I thought we'd been seeing you. Had folks bitching about the works the last couple of days! Two?"
Jalen nodded and returned his smile.
As he poured their beers the barman spoke casually. "Was going to ask you how things are going but it seems they're going real good." He glanced up meaningfully at Kat and chuckled he filthiest laugh she thought she'd ever heard.
Kat felt the blood in her cheeks, hoped the bar's lighting wouldn't show up her blush too much. It was hard though - she knew the adrenaline and endorphins were already rushing through her body. The fact Jalen had brought her here to show her off, had made her a sort of trophy, that was obvious and its effect on her was obvious too. Women weren't supposed to go for that sort of thing these days. Well - fuck that! She was fucking loving it.
"Only gonna be getting better," was all Jalen said and the big man kissed Kat's ear.
The barman just laughed his bass chuckle again and moved over to a fresh customer.
***
They'd stayed for just one drink but it had been long enough.
"That jacket's fine but I'm remembering the curves under it."
Kat's heart almost leapt into her mouth as she heard him speak and recognised their meaning. She'd felt very daring wearing the top suggested by her Twitter fan - but not quite brave enough to go out on the streets without a jacket covering it.
Jalen's eyes were twinkling and he was waiting...
Kat's pulse raced as she moved her hand to the fastening of her jacket. Once it was gone there'd be no doubt left in anyone's mind once they saw her. They'd all know for certain why she was there and who she really was - or at least who she wanted to be.
One last hesitation but Kat knew the desires that had been building up in her over the last few months. She had decided that tonight was going to be the time for their first consummation. Well wasn't this part of it? Her fingers quickly undid the fastenings and she removed her jacket.
Jalen's sly smile became a broad one. "I'm liking that," was all he said. Kat was suddenly aware to a thousand-fold degree of the men in the bar checking her out. This top meant they had a chance of seeing quite a lot, especially from certain angles. The white material was stretched over her breasts, the sides of the tank-top open to show plenty of side-boob. The message printed on the front was blatant and unambiguous.
Kat was proud of her figure. Mother nature had been kind but she'd also looked after herself and done a lot of gym-work. She didn't have this look by accident. However, practice at home suggested that sudden movements could have her well-proportioned Double D breasts escaping this particular top. A 'wardrobe malfunction' they used to call it. Except out in public wearing a top like this it would only be semi-accidental at most. The rest would be that exhibitionist streak that had been making itself more and more prominent in her personality recently.
"Yeah," her date nodded, "thems the curves I'm talking about. I like it when you ain't hiding them. Understand?"
She nodded. Again she knew he was showing her off, treating her as a symbol and a trophy of his sexual prowess. Again she sensed her body's reaction to this hot man's desire to claim her. Every second just built her excitement.
"You know what you look like?"
Kat pondered his question. She knew what most white bread normies would say she looked like. A loose woman, a slut, a whore. She didn't care so long as he liked it.
He answered his own question. "You look like a woman that needs to be fucked. Am I right?"
"Yeah," she said breathily, her mouth seeming dry.
"Then let's get out of here." He took her hand and led her out of the bar.
***
"Turn right down here." Jalen indicated a short cut-through to what looked like a vacant lot. There was dim light illuminating it after she had turned off those of the vehicle. Jalen got out and checked around. "No bright lights or cameras - this'll do fine."
Kat got out and looked around her. "Here?" she asked.
"I been waiting all week and don't feel minded to wait no more. Besides, it strikes me you ain't the shy type - seems to me you like to show off what a hot sexy chassy you is. Am I right?" He moved up to her.
She hadn't time to answer before his mouth was on hers, his tongue again exploring and claiming her mouth. One hand held the small of her back while the other moved up to her barely-covered breast. Again he was claiming her and again she wanted nothing more in all the world at that moment. She didn't care who saw her - she didn't care if everyone saw her. She felt a fresh thrill run through every part of her and knew that she WANTED everyone to see her.
"Big firm white girl titties, they a favourite of mine and I ain't never seen better than these." He pushed the material aside and dropped his head to her right breast, sucking and licking her already hard nipple. Kat gasped - again feeling that heady rush of emotion and pleasure
His hand took hers and guided it to the front of his pants. She felt the hard bulge there, knew he was big and knew he was ready for her.
"You know what to do." He didn't need to say any more. She knew what was expected of her and knew just how much she wanted to live up to his expectations. She dropped gently to her knees, felt the cool of the dirt under her. Her hands found his belt and undid it, her fingers quick and direct. She'd waited long enough too - she needed to see him now, to feel him, to taste him.
Kat eased down his shorts and she let out a little gasp of pleasure. He was beautiful - big and hard and Black. Nine inches that could give her the sort of pleasure that her white-boy husband never could. That was obvious from her first glimpse of him but she also knew that first she needed to pay him tribute, to show him that she was deserving of him.
Her fingers gently closed around the coal-black skin of his shaft. She savoured the feel of him, the warmth and texture of him, seemed to feel the blood pumping hard through his veins and making him hard and ready for her. Mirroring the blood and emotions surging around her own body and making her warm and wet and receptive for him.
She glanced up and her eyes met his. She smiled and he nodded. It was time. She dropped her mouth down and over the broad head of his big cock. Her tongue began to explore - tasting him and relishing his masculine strength. She felt his hand gently on her shoulder, claiming her but letting her set her own pace, letting her pay that tribute in her own way.
She set all her efforts and concentration onto pleasing him, one hand grasping his thick thigh and the other gently holding the base of his cock. letting her run her tongue up and down his hard shaft. Letting her warm saliva lubricate the movements of her hand. Getting him good and sloppy for the next time she pushed her mouth over him and took his length as deep as she could.
She heard an almost growl above her but didn't pause from her dedication to pleasing him. "Fuck - but that's good." His voice didn't contain any indication that he might cum soon - he was simply stating a fact. She finally looked up and saw the desire in his deep brown eyes, the desire to have her, to fuck her. She hoped her own eyes were sending the same message, she was sure that they were - considering how she was feeling at that moment.
On her knees in a vacant-lot and sucking off a Black man whose second name she didn't even know. She knew Jalen was loving that, loving having an ostensibly classy white woman here and pleasuring him. She knew that she loved it too - loved how her apparent submission gave her such sexual power over him. How she could make a strong handsome man like him want her - how he would reward her for her skills later. When he fucked her as they both knew he was going to fuck her.
Even as she sucked him Kat sensed the big man stiffen. For a moment she thought he was going to cum in her mouth but then she head his low whisper.
"There's a guy over there."
Contd....
Jalen nodded and returned his smile.
As he poured their beers the barman spoke casually. "Was going to ask you how things are going but it seems they're going real good." He glanced up meaningfully at Kat and chuckled he filthiest laugh she thought she'd ever heard.
Kat felt the blood in her cheeks, hoped the bar's lighting wouldn't show up her blush too much. It was hard though - she knew the adrenaline and endorphins were already rushing through her body. The fact Jalen had brought her here to show her off, had made her a sort of trophy, that was obvious and its effect on her was obvious too. Women weren't supposed to go for that sort of thing these days. Well - fuck that! She was fucking loving it.
"Only gonna be getting better," was all Jalen said and the big man kissed Kat's ear.
The barman just laughed his bass chuckle again and moved over to a fresh customer.
***
They'd stayed for just one drink but it had been long enough.
"That jacket's fine but I'm remembering the curves under it."
Kat's heart almost leapt into her mouth as she heard him speak and recognised their meaning. She'd felt very daring wearing the top suggested by her Twitter fan - but not quite brave enough to go out on the streets without a jacket covering it.
Jalen's eyes were twinkling and he was waiting...
Kat's pulse raced as she moved her hand to the fastening of her jacket. Once it was gone there'd be no doubt left in anyone's mind once they saw her. They'd all know for certain why she was there and who she really was - or at least who she wanted to be.
One last hesitation but Kat knew the desires that had been building up in her over the last few months. She had decided that tonight was going to be the time for their first consummation. Well wasn't this part of it? Her fingers quickly undid the fastenings and she removed her jacket.
Jalen's sly smile became a broad one. "I'm liking that," was all he said. Kat was suddenly aware to a thousand-fold degree of the men in the bar checking her out. This top meant they had a chance of seeing quite a lot, especially from certain angles. The white material was stretched over her breasts, the sides of the tank-top open to show plenty of side-boob. The message printed on the front was blatant and unambiguous.
Kat was proud of her figure. Mother nature had been kind but she'd also looked after herself and done a lot of gym-work. She didn't have this look by accident. However, practice at home suggested that sudden movements could have her well-proportioned Double D breasts escaping this particular top. A 'wardrobe malfunction' they used to call it. Except out in public wearing a top like this it would only be semi-accidental at most. The rest would be that exhibitionist streak that had been making itself more and more prominent in her personality recently.
"Yeah," her date nodded, "thems the curves I'm talking about. I like it when you ain't hiding them. Understand?"
She nodded. Again she knew he was showing her off, treating her as a symbol and a trophy of his sexual prowess. Again she sensed her body's reaction to this hot man's desire to claim her. Every second just built her excitement.
"You know what you look like?"
Kat pondered his question. She knew what most white bread normies would say she looked like. A loose woman, a slut, a whore. She didn't care so long as he liked it.
He answered his own question. "You look like a woman that needs to be fucked. Am I right?"
"Yeah," she said breathily, her mouth seeming dry.
"Then let's get out of here." He took her hand and led her out of the bar.
***
"Turn right down here." Jalen indicated a short cut-through to what looked like a vacant lot. There was dim light illuminating it after she had turned off those of the vehicle. Jalen got out and checked around. "No bright lights or cameras - this'll do fine."
Kat got out and looked around her. "Here?" she asked.
"I been waiting all week and don't feel minded to wait no more. Besides, it strikes me you ain't the shy type - seems to me you like to show off what a hot sexy chassy you is. Am I right?" He moved up to her.
She hadn't time to answer before his mouth was on hers, his tongue again exploring and claiming her mouth. One hand held the small of her back while the other moved up to her barely-covered breast. Again he was claiming her and again she wanted nothing more in all the world at that moment. She didn't care who saw her - she didn't care if everyone saw her. She felt a fresh thrill run through every part of her and knew that she WANTED everyone to see her.
"Big firm white girl titties, they a favourite of mine and I ain't never seen better than these." He pushed the material aside and dropped his head to her right breast, sucking and licking her already hard nipple. Kat gasped - again feeling that heady rush of emotion and pleasure
His hand took hers and guided it to the front of his pants. She felt the hard bulge there, knew he was big and knew he was ready for her.
"You know what to do." He didn't need to say any more. She knew what was expected of her and knew just how much she wanted to live up to his expectations. She dropped gently to her knees, felt the cool of the dirt under her. Her hands found his belt and undid it, her fingers quick and direct. She'd waited long enough too - she needed to see him now, to feel him, to taste him.
Kat eased down his shorts and she let out a little gasp of pleasure. He was beautiful - big and hard and Black. Nine inches that could give her the sort of pleasure that her white-boy husband never could. That was obvious from her first glimpse of him but she also knew that first she needed to pay him tribute, to show him that she was deserving of him.
Her fingers gently closed around the coal-black skin of his shaft. She savoured the feel of him, the warmth and texture of him, seemed to feel the blood pumping hard through his veins and making him hard and ready for her. Mirroring the blood and emotions surging around her own body and making her warm and wet and receptive for him.
She glanced up and her eyes met his. She smiled and he nodded. It was time. She dropped her mouth down and over the broad head of his big cock. Her tongue began to explore - tasting him and relishing his masculine strength. She felt his hand gently on her shoulder, claiming her but letting her set her own pace, letting her pay that tribute in her own way.
She set all her efforts and concentration onto pleasing him, one hand grasping his thick thigh and the other gently holding the base of his cock. letting her run her tongue up and down his hard shaft. Letting her warm saliva lubricate the movements of her hand. Getting him good and sloppy for the next time she pushed her mouth over him and took his length as deep as she could.
She heard an almost growl above her but didn't pause from her dedication to pleasing him. "Fuck - but that's good." His voice didn't contain any indication that he might cum soon - he was simply stating a fact. She finally looked up and saw the desire in his deep brown eyes, the desire to have her, to fuck her. She hoped her own eyes were sending the same message, she was sure that they were - considering how she was feeling at that moment.
On her knees in a vacant-lot and sucking off a Black man whose second name she didn't even know. She knew Jalen was loving that, loving having an ostensibly classy white woman here and pleasuring him. She knew that she loved it too - loved how her apparent submission gave her such sexual power over him. How she could make a strong handsome man like him want her - how he would reward her for her skills later. When he fucked her as they both knew he was going to fuck her.
Even as she sucked him Kat sensed the big man stiffen. For a moment she thought he was going to cum in her mouth but then she head his low whisper.
"There's a guy over there."
Contd....
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