About 12:30 I pulled into the grocery store parking lot to pick up a couple of items. As I opened my car door, from the opposite row, a black Mercedes came swishing in too fast drove through the rows and parked next to me headed the opposite way with her driver’s door almost against mine. I quickly pulled my door shut, and then opened it again after she stopped. Under my breath I muttered a curse.
She lowered her heavily tinted window, said she was sorry, did I have enough room to get out.
I made light of it, noticed she was a black woman and said it’s no big deal, I’m a skinny thing.
She said and a good looking one at that.
I laughed and said … remarks like that and I’ll buy you a drink.
She said back, maybe she’d let me.
I stopped dead in my tracks, took a couple of steps toward her driver’s window. I got a strong whiff of her heavy gardenia scented perfume, and saw she was dressed to the nines in a black skirt, black and white print blouse, pattered silk scarf, designer sunglasses, styled hair, probably a few pounds too many but very attractive. By contract I had on a green mini, white shell top, and Birkenstocks.
For about 10 seconds we looked at each other, said nothing. Then she said where are you going?
Me; to get a few items. And you?
To get some candy from the candy store. (There is a great candy store in this plaza.)
She said what about that drink I offered to buy.
I said the offer still stands.
She gave me a look and I knew she was checking me out.
She asked me my name, I asked hers; Saundra Ann.
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I said … chocolate candy and red wine go great together.
She said go buy a bottle, she’d get the candy and we’d have a picnic.
Boldly, I said there aren't any picnic tables close by but there’s a fairly quiet hotel at the traffic circle.
She said … I know, are you interesting in killing a couple hours, that’s all she had.
I said … yes, I like you; you’re hot.
She said she had the feeling I was coming on to her, was I a whore. I shrugged and said, not really but I know how to act like one, especially around someone like you. And besides that, I know you’re coming on to me.
She said go get the fucking wine and get us a coffee from the Starbucks inside the store; she’d get the chocolate.
I walked toward the grocery, she toward the candy store. I tuned to look at her. She did the same. I thought this woman is hot and all about sex.
We got our stuff and met back at the car within 5 minutes.
She said am I serious about this, I said yes or I wouldn’t be here with a bottle of wine.
We got in our respective cars and drove the ½ mile to the hotel. I followed her in; she paid for the room in cash. I followed her up to 204, a room with a king sized bed.
From her purse she pulled out a silver flask, added it to the coffee. She sipped, and I did too. I opened the wine and filled separate glasses for us. Then I turned to kiss her, full on her heavily glossed lips, hot passionate. She broke the kiss and I said I’ll make you feel good.
She said she knew it the moment she laid eyes on me, otherwise we wouldn’t be here. I told her I had a weakness for black women, that I’d had sex with lots of them, from moms to teens. She said I looked like that kind of bitch. We kissed again. She told me times wasting, show me what I could do.
I started undressing her. She stopped me and said ... you first; she wanted to see what she rented a hotel room for. I stripped naked in about 30 seconds. She ate candy and drank wine while I did. She went gaga over my smooth cunt, said my body had whore written all over it and now undress her.
I went to her, undressed her, and kissed her as I did so. Gorgeous designer clothes, exquisite lingerie, panty hose, heels, until she was naked just like I was… great tits, thick middle, sumptuous ass, good legs. She told me to fold her clothes up nice and neat. I did. She asked if I liked following orders I told her I love being told what to do and you do not have to be delicate about it or how you treat me. She said tell me more. I told her, I do indeed serve back women and most of them treat me rough like I’m their slut. She said like what, I said like slapping, hair pulling, worse, about anything they want to do to me and I love it.
She came to me, kissed me hard on the lips, bit me, then slapped the hell out of my face and said, “like that?” I said, like that. She said finish your wine, bitch. I did.
She grabbed my hair and twisted it, found a nipple with her other hand and pinched it. Asked is that what I need. I blurted out YES. She said what comes after yes, I said Ma'am.
She said Gawd yes, eat me. She laid on the bed, legs wide, candy beside her, wine in her hand me between her legs. I took a mouth full of chocolate and wine, squished them around in my mouth and deposited it on her cunt and then started licking. She said “O Jesus fucking Christ.” I kept going and licking, eating, tried to stop doing everything at once like some greedy teenager. I went to her hole, she pulled her legs back and I squashed candy against her hole, ate and licked it off, took a gulp of wine and licked her ass.
She kept saying you are a whore you are a whore. Omg u ass sucking white bitch whore. I told her that’s what I am. I had my face in her ass, my nose in her cunt, my hands up on her tits. She went off and flooded me with cumm and squirt. She got her breath and said let me see your face. I rose to show her. She called me messy face, took chocolate covered cherries and squashed them in her hand and rubbed gooey chocolate over my face. She said that looks like shit. I said I know, black women had rubbed shit on me.
She grabbed my hair again, pulled me up to the bed. I was on my back; she straddled me in a 69, told me to get my chocolate covered shit face back in her pussy. I did. She put her face in my cunt and nibbled and pulled my lips with her teeth until I yelled. She told me to get fingers in her. I put 3 in easily; begin pumping her, eating her. She fingered me and bit my clit. She yelled she was going to wash that chocolate shit off my face. Groaned and squirted about twice as much as before, all over me, then came and bit the hell out of my lips and pinched my clit. I exploded.
I’d barely settled down and she was slapping my cunt, asking did black women do this to me. I told her hell yes, my cunt belongs to them. She kept slapping me and I knew I’d cumm again. I buried my face again in her cunt and slipped a finger up her ass. She came a third time, I came a second.
We rolled off, side by side exhausted, sweating, and panting. I got her coffee, now cold but still laced with brandy. She downed it like it was iced tea. I gave her mine and poured myself wine. We munched chocolate and talked.
She asked what I did; I told her and asked her. She said she’s the minister of music at a large church. I laughed and said which one. She declined to be specific but said it pays well. I snickered and said it must, that there’s nothing shabby about you from your car to your panties. She said that’s the way I am. I said I’m used to that, I do serve some very classy women. She asked who, I said I can’t tell you but I’ve been taught by some of the finest. We talked a bit more.
She said its 2:30 and she had to leave by 3:00 to pick up her daughter at school. I snickered and said tell her to take the bus, I’d fuck her again. She said its private school. I asked how old her daughter was, she said 14. I asked if she was as hot as she was.
Her answer: Tiffany and yes she’s hot. Had I ever fucked a 14 y/o. I said several times. She laughed and said I was a slut. I said yes, we established that about 2 hours ago and I’d love to meet Tiffany. She said she’d have to think about that; for now she wanted another cumm.
She rearranged the pillows, propped on the bed; I cuddled against her and sucked her nipples, fondled her breasts and began fingering her with my right hand. We did this some until she said she wanted my mouth back on her pussy and ass. I quickly shifted around. I ate her off again then sucked her ass, rubbed her clit some ever so lightly until she came again.
She kissed me, said I was a find. I told her I’m usually around did she want my number. We traded phone numbers but she said she’d call me soon and not to hound her.
Both of us washed up and dressed. I offered to split the hotel bill with her and get this: she said, no, it’ll go on her expense account. I about rolled with laughter.
She left. I came home got here about an hour ago. Unreal.
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