Can't Say No

PREAMBLE

I’m getting in on this thing because, and the writer will confirm, I am a self admitted, and very proud slut. I don’t make bones about it, and don’t give 2 shits who knows about it. So many people in the world do what makes them happy, and just because they keep their clothes on they consider themselves better than me. Smoke your cigarettes, drink your booze, or do your drugs, but I choose to go the route of more instant gratification. I find people I want, and if they want me… we have a great time.

Never to be outdone, when he told me about this project, and asked me to contribute a story I said HElL YES!!! At the time he already had 8, beautiful stories, and I loved every one of them. But, not to be outdone, I asked him if I could give him 8 more stories… After a few negotiations he agreed to it, but they had to be short, and to the point. I wanted to share my real name (As I said, I don’t give a fuck), but he said that he was already breaking the format of the anthology for me, and he didn’t want to go any further. So for this work, call me “Nici”.

PART I

For my first story, I’ll share a childish little escapade I had. I had joined a popular online war game, and was finding that, in very short order, I was getting pretty good at it. I was maybe 22 or 23 at the time, and had a pretty bad breakup with a boyfriend, so if truth be told I got into it solely because I knew he would see my gamer tag, and feel some kind of way. But in a couple months, that was no longer even a thought. I was actually enjoying the gaming, and I bought one of those cute little headsets, and I started chatting while I was playing, ya know, all the typical shit talking.

At the time there were not a lot of women on the servers, and most of the dudes sounded… I don’t know… I guess you could say, Like geeks. One guy, though, had a voice that was just so fucking sexy. He went by a Gibberish gamer tag that starts with D and has a K and a T in it somewhere, So I just decided to call him DarkKnightOhSeven.

One day, I was off of work, and just bumming around when DarkKnight jumped on and we ran a couple missions together. Now, when I play I don't hold back. The words that come out of my mouth are -hardly- lady like, and I don't’ give 2 fucks about who cares. .It’s what you get when you play with a girl like me, and most of the guys laugh a lot from the things I say, so it’s all good fun.

I remember that during the mission DarkKnight had posted up with a sniper rifle and was ready to clip anyone who moved on the Field. However, by the time the event was over, his kill count was dismally low, and without hesitation I ribbed him.

“Hey, big boy… You know you’ll do a lot better if you weren’t stroking your meat while you play?”

He laughed, and ribbed me back, something about Detroit girls, and pulling their own peckers. That was a snap, but to me… it also spelled opportunity. I asked him if he was from Detroit, and he said ‘Close... I’m in Ferndale'’. That was exciting, so we talked a little more, during another event, and several of the other gamers chimed in about us getting room already, and leaving the channels to people who were actually serious about playing.

Fuck those, guys.

So I messaged his gamer tag with my number, and told him to give me a call. 10 minutes later, my phone rang with a long number, and my lady bits tingled with the thought of the possibilities.

“Hey is this ‘StitchesBitches244?’” Came DarkKnights deep, masculine voice through the phone. I couldn’t help but smile.

“Yeah, it’s me, baby…” I said, in a voice a lot more calm than in the game. “How are you tonight.?” I set my controller down, mid mission. Fuck them dudes, I’m tryna get LAID!!!

“I’m good!” he said, a little excitement falling through the phone in my ears. “How are you?”

“Good…” I said, and sat back in my chair. “Tired of this bullshit ass team we’re on. I just dropped.”

“You did? You’re still on…”

“I know, fuck em…” I said, pointedly. He laughed.

“You’re really like that loud in real life huh? How old are you?”

“Fuck yeah!” I told him, and blurted out my age. He laughed again.

“So what are you gonna do now?” He asked, in that distracted way that gamers have somehow mastered. I wasn’t that type, and only ever -really- focused on one thing at a time.

“Shit, I don’t know… Maybe get some food, watch some tv. Why, You tryna hang out?” I said, boldly. He was only about 35 - 40 minutes drive from me.

He paused for a moment, and then.

“You mean, right now?” he asked, obviously not sure.

“Yeah, why not? I got nothing else going on right now…” I said, hoping he got the picture.” Wanna grab a pizza and play something on Xbox?”

“Uhh…” He said, and I heard buttons clicking in the background. You got a horny chick offering to play with your willy, and you’re focused on pretending to shoot terrorists for points on a damn game. I almost said ‘Never mind’, and hung up. But “Yeah… uhh… let me log off. Shoot me your address, and a Picture so I know who I’m looking for.”

The picture I sent him I had taken a few days earlier and posted on social media. I was laying on my couch, head resting on my hand, with a mischievous look on my face. My long brown hair was draped around me, and the low cut purple top I was wearing accentuated my cleavage wonderfully. I love that photo.

“Cool…” He said, letting me know he received my picture and the address I sent him. And then my phone chirped letting me know he had text me as well. He was a handsome guy, maybe in his mid to late 20’s, so a few years older than me. It was an image of him in one of those wrangler jeeps, doors off and top down. He had a really nice smile, and a five o'clock shadow that made him seem a little older.

In an hour I was showered, the place was cleaned up, and I was awaiting his imminent arrival. He knocked on the door, almost reluctantly, and I laughed. (We were still on the phone together)

“That’s the right door, come on in!!”

The door turned, and this tall handsome man stood with a bag of food in one hand holding his phone in the other. He smiled widely at me and took his phone from his ear. I met him in the hallway, closed the door behind him, turned and gave him a big hug, so I could check out the merchandise.

He had a little paunch on him, probably from too much gaming, but he wasn’t too bad. Taller than me by about half a foot, and his face was clean shaven now. But this man smelled like “Take your clothes off and get it right in.” I mean, he smelled -amazing-. I lingered there after the embrace, and we just smiled at each other.

“Hi…” He finally said, nervously, and I always do the same thing when I see that in a guy I like. I parroted his shy high, and then pressed in for a kiss.

“Pleased to meet you…” I said in a soft, sultry voice, before unwrapping myself from him, then motioned through the house to the dining room.. “You can put the chicken on the table.”

He turned and stalked into the kitchen, and I followed behind him, imagining how he would look without all those clothes.

“How was the drive?” I asked, to keep from drooling on myself, and he set the bag down and smiled again.

“Not bad at all. I’ve got friends that used to live here, so I knew where I was going…”

“Oh, well that’s cool. You hungry? Want a drink? Plates…” I then leaned back on my couch, putting my hands on my hips, and smiled conspiratorially. “.. something else?”

“Something… like what?” he asked, instantly picking up on the vibe. "What you got in mind…”

I stood from the couch again, and grabbed the hem of my shirt, pulling it over to reveal my braless breast beneath.

“Well, How about…” I stood from the couch again, and grabbed the hem of my shirt, pulling it over to reveal my braless breast beneath. “me?”

He chuckled excitedly and crossed to me in three big strides, to pull me into his strong arms. This kiss wasn’t like the first, sultry kiss of 2 minutes ago. This was full of passion, and want, and I -know- that he had been anticipating something similar to what I was on the ride over. As we kissed, his hands washed all over my back, from my neck, to my spine, and drifted down to the rounded curve of my skirt covered ass. He squeezed there, and stopped kissing, smiling when he felt no panty lines.

I took advantage of the moment's break to reach down and manipulate the belt and pants assembly, sliding them down his hips. His beautiful cock popped out to greet me, and I grabbed it hungrily, as I smiled back at him. He moaned deeply from the touch, and I fell to my knees immediately. I had to taste this wonderful manhood right away.

He was about 6 inches long, and pretty standard girth from the guys I’d been with. I sucked him into my mouth greedily and heard him groan again, in approval, hands falling to my shoulders, as if to steady himself. That just would not -do-, I’m a slut, not a choir girl. I pulled his now throbbing wet cock from my lips, and grabbed his wrist, guiding his hands to the back of my head. I mean, How's a girl supposed to know how to please you if you aren’t pushing her head, and showing her what you want more of? Amature!

This done, I went back to work, sucking, and licking that beautiful member feeling it throb and twitch him my mouth and throat. I wrapped my arms around him, grabbing and holding his ass as I attempted to induce hallucinations with the blowjob I was giving him. He tasted like a bystander’s envy… like another girl would be -fuming- to know what I was getting that night.

After a few moments of this, he stiffened and pushed his cock into the back of my throat, inciting my gag reflex, and I felt his member begin to throb violently in my mouth. I pulled back, and felt his steamy hot man juice eject into my mouth and throat. It was exquisite, and as I rocked back, I could feel the mess that my pussy was making, in anticipation of more.

He took a step back, away from me, grabbing his cock before it was finished. I jumped in shock as he fired another mini load up, and into my hair. And the look on his face was -priceless-. I imagine it was what it was like when you fire what you intended to be a warning shot, and the person next to your target falls to the ground. Abject horror, and surprise, rolled in with the carnal passion of the moment.

I reached up, and swiped the jizz from my hair, and without ceremony, stuck my fingers in my mouth, lapping his seman up greedily.

This seemed to reinvigorate him, and as I rose from my kneeling position, he grabbed me turned me around and pressed his still throbbing cock into my lower back. His arms wrapped around me, and clamped onto my ample d cups, squeezing them harshly before turning the nipples in his fingers.

“Can you please fuck me now?” I asked and moved forward, to bend over the couch, Lifting my skirt. He dove in without hesitation, or reservation, and began fucking me hard in earnest, I I will be the first to admit. His savage cock thrusting in and out of me at that angle, brought me to screaming orgasm in less than 5 strokes. But he kept on fucking, and I kept on screaming and cumming for what must have been 5 or 10 minutes.

Then panting he pulled out of me and guided me to the couch, where I lay down, legs spread again, and he climbed on top, and pushed my knees up to his shoulders.

It took him another 40 minutes to cum again, and I was in heaven the entire time, until he collapsed on top of me leaving another thick lod of man juice in my well fucked pussy.

Afterward we cleaned up, grabbed the food, and sat down to watch some television. We talked at length about nothing at all, and me going to retrieve a refill on the soda for us resulted in him finding me in the kitchen, bending me over the counter and fucking me savagely again for about 20 more minutes. Somehow we ended up on the kitchen floor, panting and sipping bottles of mountain dew.

***

Two days later, I was driving home from work, thinking about the fact that I hadn’t had sex in almost 3 days. My mind immediately thought of reaching out to DarkKnight for another private game night, when a notification chimed on my dating app. I juggled the phone, and my driving to see who it was, and what I found was a handsome black man that I had checked out a few weeks before had matched me.

I figured I’d respond real fast, and in a few hours he’d hit me up and we’d chat. So I sent something corny like.

“Hey handsome, thanks for the match.”

His response came startlingly quickly.

“Hey, Nici, what’s up?” I was doubly surprised, cause not only was he responding immediately, but this fucker knew my name.

“Hey, what’s up…” I responded, still confused by his knowledge of me. “ I’m just heading home from work.”

“That’s what’s up.” was his first response, followed immediately by. “You got plans tonight, or can we kick it?”

That was refreshingly forward. Was God actually sending me subjects for my freak journey? This was uncanny, but I was game.

“Not yet, why? Did you have something in mind?”

His response was quick and undeniably flirtatious.

“I’ve had a few ideas for a while now… what time you free?”

By that point I had pulled into the gas station, and was leaning against the car, waiting for my car to fill. I laughed, and tapped in.

“Shit, I’m free now… what you got in mind?”

“You fuck with black guys?” was his response, and I laughed. Oh, this muthafucka’s playing games.

“The ones with the big dicks and eat the best pussy!?!? Shit, I signed up a -long- time ago!!! What you wanna do?”

“Why don’t you swing by? I live in the apartments behind the Gym…” He rounded it out with the address and apartment number. This was the apartment complex that my best friend lived in! Maybe that’s how this guy knew me, but I didn’t recognize him at all. ADVENTURE!!!

“I’m on my way…” I said, and jumped in the car. In 10 minutes, I was driving past my best friend's house, but her car wasn’t there. Not home, so I headed on to my destination.

When I pulled up Michael, my Tinder match, was standing on his front porch sipping a beer. When I got out of the car, he smiled real big, and nodded, his short dreadlocks dancing around his face.

“There she is…” he said aloud, as I closed the door and walked up the way to his apartment. “I’m Michael.”

He offered his hand, which I shook, but he didn’t immediately let go.

“Oooh, you look good…” he smiled then and tore his eyes from perusing my body, to looking into my big blue eyes. “Nothing new there. Wanna come inside?”

I laughed, and nodded.

“I mean, yeah…” I said, and walked past him, through the door. As I crossed the threshold, my phone chimed a text notification. I fished it out as he followed behind me, very close.

‘Hey girl, I just got off work, what are you doing tonight? Wanna go somewhere?’ was Kelly's text message.

“My girl… “ I said to Michael, as I turned to him when we entered the living room. “Gotta respond real quick.”

“Do yo thang…” He said, and walked past me, running a hand across my ass. Most people say I have a big ass, and nobody loves that about me more than black men. Any time I wear leggings, yoga pants, or anything that hugs my curves, there are no shortages of black men giving me compliments. I smiled at Michael, who gave me a head shake of appreciation. “Get you a beer?”

“Sure…” I said, and went back to my message. I told Kelly that I was on a date, but I would messenger later. It was only about 4:30 so there was a chance that I could meet up with her, but I didn’t want to make any promises to her, so I left it at that, and closed the phone.

When I turned back to Michael he was standing by the sofa in the living room, holding a second beer bottle.

“Is that for me?” I asked and walked toward him.

“Depends…” hungry eyes crawled from my face, down my form, and back up again. “ what will you give me for it?”

“What do you want?” I asked, placing a hand on my out turned hip.

“I don’t know…” He said, pretending to think, and then stepped to me holding out the bottle. “For real though… I want a look at those titties…”

“Boy, “I said, taking the beer and turning my back to him. “Way you was talking, I hope you plan to do more than just look…”

“Oh…” he said, and stepped into me from behind, pressing his body against me. “So you down to fuck, huh?”

“Aren’t you?” I asked, and in response he slipped a hand around, and cupped my left breast. I moaned softly, and felt his cock rise against my back. I pressed back against him, and then slipped my hand between us to feel his ridgid, thick long cock already hard in those shorts.

“Fuh sho…” He said, as his hand unbuttoned the top two fasteners and slipped into my top.

“Where we going?” I whispered, and he gave my braw a hard squeeze.

“In my room.” he said and slipped away, turning toward the door down the hallway. My heart thundered, and I fell in line behind him, imagining what his massive cock was gonna do to me. It was a recipe for soaking wet panties if I had ever experienced one.

We walked into a nicely decorated bedroom, in black and gold. Very cliché for young sports nut, with framed posters of sports stars and rap stars all over. The room was dominated by a giant king sized bed, with black covers on white sheets.

“Make yourself at home…” he said and put his beer on the dresser next to the door. I walked over, and set my own untouched beverage on the nightstand, and sat down on the bed. He walked over, to stand in front of me, and then bent down to kiss me, a soft passionate thing that was more than a little surprising. I ran my hands across his bulging muscles, and when we broke the kiss, he smiled and said. “You gone let me see those titties?”

I smiled, and reached for the remaining buttons on my grey blouse.

“You gone let me see that dick?” I asked as I unfastened the 3rd button, I said.

I pulled the blouse off my shoulders, and watched him dip a hand down past the waistband of his shorts, and pull out a long chocolate cock, already 8 inches long, and not yet fully erect. I almost lost my breath seeing it, but I fought the urge to reach out and touch it. I smiled, and slipped the straps of my bra off my shoulders. That done, I bent down to unfasten my shoes as he just stood there, wrestling that massive man meat into submission.

Shoes then discarded. I rose in front of him and put my hands around the thick shaft of his cock as he pulled his own shirt over his shoulders. After leaning down to unbutton my slacks he kissed me down gently on the bed and pulled them down my legs.

I spread my legs and he crawled back up to his knees and leaned in, pressing his face against the frilly blue lace of the panties that matched the bra deposited now on the floor. I moaned loudly in anticipation, and felt his mouthing, and teeth drag gently across the fabric, like he was biting into a juicy peach.

“Oh baby…” I said softly as I felt his fingers pressing the fabric into the folds of my panties, as his hot breath washed across my swelling, throbbing clit. I swear I could have cum just from that, and we had barely even gotten started yet.

I felt a finger snake beneath the fabric thong that covered my now soaked pussy, and pulled it aside. Without reservation, or ceremony he snaked a tongue your and washed across my clit, sending me a small vision of the heaven I was in for. Then a ling finger slipped past my lips, deep into my pussy, and I jumped involuntarily as his finger grazed across the spot every woman dreams a man knows.

“Oh god, yes, baby… lick that pussy…” I panted, thrusting my hips toward him, encouraging him with every move and every breath. He licked and sucked me, every moment bringing me more pleasure, and ever closer to release. It felt amazing, and to this day I’ve never felt a man that could compare to the way Michael ate my pussy.

Before he was done, I was super sensitive all over my body, and jumping at even the slightest touch -anywhere-. By then I had reached orgasm 3 or 4 times, and was practically begging him for more.

He crawled up above me, causing me to move back toward the center of the bed. When finally he settled down to his knees and held that triumphant cock in his hand. I was torn… i wanted to suck it, to taste him explode in me, but the barrage of clitoral torture he had put me though caused a longing to have that beautiful thing stretch me to my limits. I didn’t contemplate for very long, as Michael guided the head, and coaxed my open with it… even the head seemed to fill me to the brink… then he took my ankles, and lifted them skywards so that I was laid out like a ‘V’ before him, and he slowly dove inside, filling me fully and completely.

That was the only gentle stroke in what became a savage dicking down by that powerful dick. Michael stayed on his knees stroking in and out of my pussy to my constant lament and screams of absolute pleasure that peeked through the pain. I felt like I was cumming again, with each deep stroke of that cock, and I even began to feel light headed from the dick. It was impossibly good, and he was relentless.

After what I would have said was hours, but in reality was likely only 10 or 15 minutes, he pulled out, and flipped me over, as easily as flipping over a pillow. He pulled me up to my wobbly knees and snaked that cock into me from the back. If that missionary position was harsh, the doggy style was a rabid destruction of my cunt and cervix, and I went from meowing and moaning to screaming in ecstasy and urging him to take all that he wanted.

I don’t know how my hair came out of the bun, but when he grasped a hand full of my hair, and lifted me into an arch that I don't think I could imagine today without throwing out my back, I began preying to god that this blessed torture never stopped.

Throughout the whole dicking Michael regaled me with all manner of sexy, masculine epitaphs. “You like that black dick, doncha… yeah take this dick…” and one of my favorites “Don’t run from it… it’ll get you, don’t run… take all this dick…” I had heard things like this in porn’s and had always thought it silly, but what Michael was doing to my body in those moments, gave me an entirely new outlook on that old adage.

The next segment of that crazy sexcapade came about 5 minutes later, when I collapsed on his bed, covered in sweat, and spasming from what was maybe my 10th or 11th orgasm. Michael was panting hard, but crawled up to me and pushed my legs up, lifting the left one so that his glorious cock could enter me from the side.

As he dove in deep as ever, he was slow and passionate.

“Damn baby…” He said softly in my ear, as I was mewing and loving the change to slow passionate fucking. “Where do you want me to put this nut? You want me to fill up this pussy? You want me to put a baby in this pussy?”

I could feel the tension building in him, as with each stroke that cock swelled and spasmed… I wasn’t worried about pregnancy, and at that stage of my life, the thought of disease was the furthest from my waking mind. I wasn’t the smartest tool in the lunch box, let me tell you that, but I loved getting fucked, and this man did not disappoint.

“This is your pussy baby…” I oozed as he dove into me again and again. “Fill it up baby… cum in your pussy…”

We went back and forth like this for many 10 or fifteen more strokes, and then his hands clenched hard on my upturned leg as he thrust in fully and erupted into my greedy fuck-box. As he exploded, so did I, and my entire soul rattled against it’s cage.

When I left Michaels house, I was surprised that only about 90 minutes had passed. The man had fallen asleep exhausted on the bed, and I had cleaned up a bit before I left.

“Hey girl…” I said when Kelly answered the phone.

“Damn, that was quick!”

“It was AMAZING…” I responded

***

A couple days later I invited Michael over for a little more one on one time. It was, again, a crazy sexual escapade. He fucked me savagely, this time in my living room, and then immediately fell asleep on the couch. It was just as well, I supposed, as I needed to get some laundry done.

I covered Michael up with a blanket, and then went about gathering the laundry, my detergents, and hefted the load to head down to the laundry facilities. I live in a really nice apartment complex, but the laundry facilities are in the basement, which always leaves me feeling a bit weary. A woman, alone in the substructure of the building… Now, I’m a slut, but i’m not stupid, and living there as long as I had, I was pretty sure I was safe. Also, if I’m honest, I felt all the more naughty trudging around with the load Michael had just left me, sloshing around my girl parts.

I entered the basement in one of my two identical laundry outfits, a pair of sweats, and a hoodie. I only wore these outfits on days I did laundry, and made my way to the 2 machines I typically use. They were the oldest of the 8 machines, and were absolutely always vacant, which is why I used them.

As I rounded the row, however, I saw Adam standing there in front of my machine with a goofy smile on his face. Adam had a seeming that was right out of a pop star style catalog. Slicked back, jet black hair, pencil thin goatee, with a chinstrap beard that connected it to his sideburns. He was, I swear to god, dressed in a baby blue and white tracksuit, and had several silver chains dangling over his chest. Yeah, he was what most people would call a douchebag, like a modern version of an actor in a 70’s porn film, but he was actually cute.

Adam lived in the apartment 2 doors down from mine, and was the guy that my ex, Clyde, caught me cheating with some six months earlier. Clyde had taken a job in New York, that he had previously refused, and I think it was just to hurt me. If I was honest, it worked. I had planned on marrying Clyde, and had said yes when he asked me some 4 months prior to my fling with Adam. Now Adam stood there, smiling knowingly at me.

“Haaaaay girl…” he said, and puffed on his cigarettes. “Sounds like you got a new fella up there with you…”

“Yeah… “ I said and walked over to the machine he was standing in front of. “You washing now, or can I…?”

He stepped aside, shaking his head, and taking the hint, but he held me locked in his gaze.

“Sounded like yall had a good ole time tonight, huh?”

“Emm hemm…” I said, as I opened the lid on the washing machine, and began pulling clothes from the basket, and dumping them in. He stayed behind me watching, and, I assume, smiling. As I opened the detergent bottle, I looked back to confirm. He was standing, just as I had suspected, watching me, and rubbing his cock through the tracksuit. I laughed, and made an exaggerated show of my assets, as I poured the soap.

Adam moved, and was on me in a second, grabbing my hips and pulling me back into his already hard member. Mind you, I was already well fucked by the large African man in my house at the moment. His cum was still churning inside me, and undoubtedly running down my thighs. Adam knew I didn’t use condoms as I never did with him, and apparently he knew about the session had had just finished minutes ago with Michael.

“Heeeeey…” I said, in warning, but not exactly pulling away. “You know what I just did…”

Adam grabbed my pants, and began pulling them down, grunting his lack of concern with the state of things down there. In another second he had his cock sliding across my still soaked pussy, trying to find the right angle. When I spread my stance, and placed my hands on the open washer, he finally slipped in.

Now, Michael had done a -job- on me, and my poor sex was well abused. Adam was no where near as long or as girthy as he was, but the fucking I had taken before made me all the more sensitive, and I moaned loudly as he slid in to the hilt.

“Ooohhh shiiittt…” I moaned, and closed my eyes, as he began ramming against me, pushing his inferior cock as deep as it would go. He pulled out and slammed back into me again, trying desperately to punish me. I pushed back dutifully, gasping with each deep thrust, loving not only the fucking, but the naughty aspect of getting fucked again less than 20 minutes later, by a different guy. Adam picked up the pace, and began pulling me back into his savage, rapid thrust, sending quakes of sensation all through my body. The pleasure was mixing deliciously with the pain in my abused sex, and I knew that if he could keep this up for any length of time, I’d be coming on my second cock of the night.

Adam kept grunting and fucking for everything he was worth, and after a minute, to 90 seconds, he pulled out and turned me around to face him. As he did this, the jostling caused the lid to close on the washer, but he wasn’t done yet. He grabbed one of my legs, lifting it out of the sweat pants as he positioned his cock to slide into me again.

This now achieved, he put his other hand behind my head, and began stroking in and out of me, and the friction at this angle was much -much- more intense. My moans becoming stifled screams as I place a hand over my mouth.

I was nearing orgasm when Adam growled and drove himself into the hilt, and I felt his cock throbbing, and pouring seed deep into my well abused pussy. His body tensed and he held me tightly as the storm passed between us.

Now spent, and somewhat deflated, he pulled out of me, and let my leg fall to support me.

“God, you got some good pussy…” He said, pulling up his pants as I stood there panting, and swimming in the sensations. “I heard you, and -knew- I had to get in on the action.”

I didn’t say anything, just bent down, and proceeded to slip back into my sweats. He waited until they were on, stepped to me and hugged me.

“I love fucking that hot little pussy…” He said, and squeezed me tightly, before turning and disappearing, back into the building.

***

The day after my double feature, I received a normal call from Clyde… We talked about twice a week about life and the new normal we had found. I still loved him, and he claimed that he was doing well, and hoped that I was as well. That day, we spoke until the late hours, and after a short, and unfulfilling bout of phone sex, he asked me if I’d come out to visit him for a few days. I questioned if that would be a good idea, and he asserted that we would be just old friends catching up, and that there would be no other expectations, or ulterior motives involved. I told him I’d have to use some vacation time, and that I’d have to make the trip via Bus, as neither of us were in any position to afford a flight.

The next day, I arranged my time off, and the following day purchased a bus ticket, packed my essentials, and my Ipad (It would be a long trip, and I would need some entertainment). I was scheduled for an 8 and a half hour bus ride to the great state of New York.

About two hours into the bus ride, I was finally bored of listening to music, and watching the other bus riders be human, so I opened my carry-on bag, and fished out my Ipad. I had long since purchased a screen device that blacked out what was on from prying eyes, so I wasn't too worried about the gentleman sitting next to me. I settled in, plugged in my headset and started surfing youtube for interesting videos to watch.

That got boring after a very short while, and I was pretty sure in my privacy, so I called up my favorite porn site, and looked around conspiratorially to see if anyone noticed. The gentleman beside me sat reclined, eyes closed, listening to something on his own device headphones. So, cost being clear, I searched the topic ‘amature squirters’ and zoned into that wonderful content.

To my knowledge, I’m not a squirter, but the concept intrigues and excites me. Seeing these women from all walks of life, expose this talent to completely saturate their environments based solely on sexual gratification, that’s just -hot- to me. And the looks on their faces, when you can tell it’s real. Oh my god, what I would do to find someone to elicit such a response in me!!!

It only took maybe 20 minutes or so for me to be completely unglued. The sound in my ears, and the sights shown on the screen had me moving my legs, trying to find just the right gyration to trigger my needing clit. It was torture, and I knew that when I arrived, Clyde would have a cock hungry slut on his hands. Now if I could just make it that long.

I felt a tap on my shoulder, and looked up. There was a long haired, dreadlocked white guy standing by my seat, watching me expectantly. I pulled the device from my ear, and gave him a questioning look in response.

“Sorry to bother you…” He said, with a friendly smile. “But we’re in an hour layover. I see you’re enthralled in your tablet, and didn’t want you to miss the chance to grab a bite, and stretch your legs.”

I looked around, completely confused. We were parked, and the other seats on the bus were now empty. I looked up at him, and chuckled. I guess I was really into what I was watching.

I shut off the tablet, and slid it back into my bag. The guy waited for me to get myself together, and I thanked him for letting me know. We walked off the bus, me before him, and as he came off he smiled at me again, pulling the blond locks from his face.

“I’m Micha, by the way…” and offered his hand. At 6 feet, Micha was a good s7 inches taller than me, slender with a nice build. Dancer or something, I imagined. He wore a knitted poncho, and jeans, with a pair of ratty old Converse on his feet. He had an array of hops in one of his ears, and a baby face smile that was somewhere between handsome and average. Not bad, all in all, and I remember thinking. ‘Yeah… I’d fuck him…’, not that that said much.

I shook his and and smiled, and told him my name, and we began walking. We must have been in a major city, cause the bus depot was pretty sizable, with 4 fast food chains inside. I decided that I was actually hungry, and told Micha that I was feeling like Pizza. He thought that was a good idea, and suggested we try the station that was hosted by the station. We ordered, and like a true gentleman he payed for my order, and we sat together and talked.

He was a graphic designer, who was headed to New York for a Job that was all but in the bag for him. A relative had landed it for him, and all that he needed to do was show up. I explained my own situation in broad strokes, claiming that I was heading out to see an old friend, and to get away from the hectic life at home. We talked about life in Michigan, and the differences we found in different areas of the state, and the way that even the language changes depending on what location you were in.

I asked him about Graphic design, which carried us to the subject of programming, and web design. Then, out of the blue he said.

“You’re down as fuck. You should change seats, and we can talk more on the bus…”

Of course, I thought… or maybe just hoped, that he had said ‘you are down TO fuck, and my still hungry pussy screamed -hell yeah-!!!

“We can -do- that?” I asked, looking around conspiratorially. At this he chuckled, and nodded.

“Yeah… the seat next to me is empty, and they don’t assign seats anyway…”

I shook my head, and put my hand over my face. I wasn’t exactly embarrassed, but guys like seeing that bit of vulnerability in a woman, even if they won't admit it.

“Of course…” I said, and smiled at him. “But I wouldn’t be offended if you decided that you didn’t want to sit next to a moron.”

He cocked his head, and cooed.

“Come on now,” he said, and patted my hand. “ How can you be a moron? I mean, you have -excellent- taste in porn!”

My jaw hit the table top, and I flexed my vulnerability game again, all the while, a tingling, warmth grew between my legs. He wasn’t shy at all, and I contemplated how we could make this trip even more interesting.

“Shit!” I exclaimed. “You saw that…”

He nodded knowingly, as the boarding message came across the loudspeaker as he rose from the seat.

“Come one…” he said, and grabbed my finished plate as well. “don’t want to miss our ride.”

Trash deposited in the proper receptacle, we boarded our bus, and I went about gathering my bag, and moved to the seat one behind, and one to the left. He sat down beside me and smiled.

The conversation flowed easily between us, and after a short while he moved in for a kiss. In another hour my pants were undone and half way down my legs. And his long fingers were teasing my swollen clit like an expert pianist, playing the chords of my passion.

A few minutes i untangle our bodies, and rose from my seat.

“Count to 30 and come to the bathroom “

The allotted time elapsed to find him slipping into the cramped quarters of the bathroom. Pressed in close quarters, we started kissing before he cold even get the door fastened. I tried to kneel down and found that the way to manage it was to sit on the small chemical toilet, which I did, and began wrestling with is pants. That obstacle bested, I with drew a most beautiful cock, and couldn’t wait to get my lips wrapped around it. He moaned exaggeratedly, and like a good boy put both hands on the back of my head. I serviced him slowly this way for a good five minutes, grabbing his hips to steady him when ever his excitement would urge him to fuck my face faster.

After that amazing blow job he grabbed my face, and urged me to rise, claiming that he wanted to taste me too. I dropped my pants, and stood on the toilet, placing a foot on the small counter, and leaning against the door jam, afraid that any weight might force the lock and spill us both into the bus proper, and into the prying eyes of the other dozen or so passengers. He kneeled down into an awkward potion, and pressed his face against my shaven sex, and began working magic with that tongue of his. The first orgasm took me in seconds, and I had to bite my palm to keep from expressing just how good it felt. My legs buckled, but the cramped compartment only allowed me to fall so far, and still clearly in reach of that magiCharlieorifice. We only stayed that way a few minutes before I pushed him away and panted.

“I need to feel you inside me…”

We immediately did a keystone capers routine, switching up positions, trying to find the right configuration of limbs and genitals.

Finally we achieved our goal when I bent further at the knees standing on the toilet, and he stood up straight. Cock sliding in he grabbed my ass and used my body for leverage, pulling his cock deeper into me. It was a complete mix of heaven and hell, the feeling of that glorious cock sliding deep in and then out of me, the sound of his husky pants as our magics worked on eachother.

“Oh my god, baby, I’m gonna cum…” He grunted, pinning my backside against the wall. His voice was a bit loud, even in the cramped closet, and I could imagine what the other passengers heard, but fuck if I cared. “Where do you want me to cum?”

“I don’t care…” I said, in a whispered pant. “Cum in me, come on me… just cum…”

But before I could even finish my statement he pulled that glorious cock out and grabbed it hard, keeping the jizz captive. That just would not do, so I dropped again to the toilet, and moved forward, wrapping my lips around his still throbbing member… He exploded, pouring an incredibly large load down my throat, filling my mouth, as he fell back against the wall, keeping himself upright against the door. I’m still surprised the lock held.

He stayed that way, panting, as I swallowed his salty tangy cream, hungrily, and lapped at the extra that dribbled out of his cock. He finally looked down at me with a look of complete adoration, and smiled with a deep, haughty chuckle. I cleaned the leavings from my face, and smiled at him.

“Thank you…” I said, and he replied in kind.

A few minutes later we had managed to compose ourselves and I let him slip out into the bus again, while I checked that my face was still passable. Back in our seats, we sat and talked, watched some more porn, but never got so intimate again. By the time we reached New York, we had learned a lot more about each other's lives, and exchanged numbers, but the memory of that bus ride remains the final time that I saw or spoke to Micha.

* * *

The weekend with Clyde was fun, but nothing to write home about. Girl slut fucks her ex boyfriend in his New York apartment for two nights, then get into a huge fight over something trivial, and she heads home 2 days early.

The flight home (Yes, a flight, as anger drove me to make the trip home as quickly and as painlessly as possible), was uneventful. When I got home, I invited Michael over for dinner, and an incredible fuck fest that pounded the weekend out of me in time, to return to work and start another eventful day.

The company had just closed on a merger with another company, and to celebrate a celebratory dinner was held at a swanky restaurant in a small town, about 30 minutes drive from my home. Dinner was expensive, with steaks, seafood and high end wines and desserts.

The merger was with a local startup IT firm that doubled our computer geek roster, and gave us the ability to develop programs in house. The people from the other firm were your typical fair of nerds, and dweebs, which was a good thing all in all. I had a soft spot for the sort, as I had actually lost my virginity to my brother's best friend, who was himself an irrepressible nerd.

Charles, one of our in-house IT directors would take over as the lead of the new development team, was in rare form that night, his normal reserved, and awkward demeanor subsumed by lots of wine, and maybe a few too many cocktails. He was social, and talking up a storm, and was honestly -really- funny when he came out of his shell.

Now Charlie is a portly young black man, maybe mid to late 20’s with thick rimmed glasses, and a mop of thick, long braids that I had always wanted to (but never tried to) touch. He had a really nice smile that he almost never showed, and a sarcastic bent to nearly everything he said.

As the night wore down, and all of the executives made their leave, telling us that the bill was paid up for the night, the crew narrowed down to around 7 of us, mostly women, with Charles, and one of his cronies being the only males left.

Charles and I began talking about our relative romantic lives, and the imminent demise of his long term relationship at the hands of his dedication to his career over the tenets of love. In my explanation of my trip, and the early return home, he made some expected comment about what kind of fool would let a girl like me slip through his fingers.

“Keep talking like that, Charles, and you can’t hold me responsible for where things go…”

He laughed it off, not knowing just how serious I was in the sentiment, but I was determined at that point to show him just how serious I was.

“Alright folks,” I said, draining my second red wine of the night, and rising from the table to address the group. “ I gotta bail. It’s past my bedtime.”

I made my rounds around the table, finally ending with Charles, who grabbed my hand, and smiled at me.

“You gonna be alright?” He asked, true concern in his face. I smiled and nodded.

“It’s a short walk to the parking structure…” I smiled, and then looked at him. “But I wouldn’t begrudge a gentleman if he wanted to see me safely there.”

“Yep…” He nodded, and rose from the table, leaving his Jameson on the rocks barely touched. “I’ll walk you to your car…”

And then to the remaining table.

“Don’t let them take my drink…” He said, and fell in step behind me. “I’ll be right back…”

No, Charles… no you won't be ‘right back’.

On the walk to my car, we talked in a bit more detail about his relationship, and its shortcomings. He spoke honestly about his focus on things that were just not very important to her, and how he found that few women he had experienced, could handle his passions for technology, gaming, and porn. I quipped that a healthy sexual discourse could be the solution to any neglected housewife.

Ok, So I actually said.

“A good blow job would tear you happily away from those screens, I bet.”

The comment made him uncomfortable, but he chuckled trying to hide the response. By then we were walking arm in arm, and I turned to him and feigned a surprise that I neither felt, nor believed.

“She -did- give you blow jobs, didn’t she Cal?”

He shrugged, slightly perturbed by the question, but gave a half hearted smile, as we stood by the driver side door of my car.

“Oh, Charles…” I said, vying for an Oscar with my little acting job. “No wonder things didn’t work out…”

“Yeah…” He said, sheepishly. “There were other problems too.”

I tiskd, shook my head and touched his arm.

“Charles, in my experience, there are no man problems that can not be circumvented with a good blowjob.” I nodded to the car. “Get In, I’ll drop you back at the bar.”

I know the comment rattled around in that little geek brain of his for a long moment, then he nodded, and walked around to the other side of the car. When he slid in I greeted him with a quiet little smile, hoping to provoke an insecure question. Charles didn’t take the hint, and just reached down to buckle his belt.

I shook my head and laughed, which -did- provoke the question.

“What’s so funny?” he said, looking at me with the earnestness of the question apparent on his face. I shrugged, and then looked at him.

“You’re -really- cute, Charles…” I said and touched his face. The words brought a timid smile to his face, but I’m not one for small talk. I leaned in, and kissed his lips ever so softly “Really cute…”

His brows shifted a quarter inch or so, and then he leaned in to kiss me back, and we were off to the races. It started with some passionate making out, and guided by my persistence, Charles’s hands found their way into my evening gown. His touch was rough, and feathered, but I weathered the attention like a pro.

When my hands slipped down the front of his pressed slacks, he gave a soft, almost mewing moan, and I wondered if any more would bring the boy to premature ejaculation.

When he laughed, it was my turn to question.

“You’re just so… hot…” He said, looking seriously into my eyes, disbelief on his face. “I just… can’t… believe.”

“Believe it, Charles…” I said and kissed him deep again, moaning deeply before breaking the kiss. ”Want to know a secret?”

He nodded in earnest, afraid or unable to speak.

“I’ve been extremely horny all night,” I said and leaned back in my seat raising my arms above my head, letting my large breast fall from the dress. “And I’m -extremely- wet right now…”

“Really…?”Charles looked me over, from head to toe, and then smiled at me.

“Check for yourself…” I whispered, and spread my legs there in the seat. Charlie didn’t hesitate, and slipped his hand from my nipple, to bunch the fabric of my dress. When my bare womanhood came into view he looked at me and bit his lip. His hand slipped up my thigh to first brush against me, before fingers deftly slid across from labia to clit with surprising gentleness, that made me jump.

“Told you…” I whispered, and the placed my hand atop his exploring one, applying more pressure. He took the hint, and parted my lips with practiced ease, gathering the copious moisture there and dragging it again across my folds.

“Yesss…” I whispered, and of their own accord my hips began to writhe as my body begged for more.

“You -are- wet…” he said, and slipped first one finger, then a second inside. “So Hot…”

Charlie then began stroking in and out of me, almost directly, and while it felt amazing, it did nothing to stimulate my clit or my g-spot. Still I lay back, panting, and moaning in the moment, feeling my passion rising. Then his body occurred to me, and I dropped my other hand, winding it between us, to stroke again at his awkwardly positioned member. To my utter surprise, I could easily feel it’s girth and size through the pants, and it was delicious!!!

“D’you wanna fuck me, Charlie?” I asked, looking into his eyes as I squeezed the stiff member through his pants.

“Hell yeah….” He said very quietly. “But where…?”

At that, is play halted, making my pussy scream in protest. I looked around. The parking lot was dimly lit, and almost devoid of cars. When I was younger I had gotten fucked in several garages around my home town, but this situation afforded me a rare opportunity.

“I got an idea…” I smiled, and grabbed the handle on the door.

Charlie looked confused at first, but then opened the door quickly, to follow me out into the night air. I walked around to the front of the car where Charlie joined me. There I bent over the hood of the car, and pulled my skirt up again.

“I need to feel you…” I said, and gave a little waggle. “Will you to fuck me, right here?”

Charlie looked around, but without other hesitation, walked up behind me, running his fingers from my clit to my ass and back, and then, with a speed that was almost preternatural, his pants were around his ankle, the head of that magnificent man meat poised right at my entrance.

He pushed into me excruciatingly slowly, and I felt the air leave my lungs as this unassuming man’s monster cock pushed into me, stretching me to near my limits. He remained there for a long moment, stock still, a I found myself basking in that exquisite moment. Then he slid back out and drove himself in with surprising force, that sent shocks of pleasure and pain through me with enough force to cause me to yelp in excitement.

He paused again, placing a hand on my shoulder, as if he were afraid I would scoot away, but I pressed back into that well of joy and felt the walls of my vagina bulge with the fullness of him.

“Get it…” I said and wagged my ass for him, which triggered Charlie into motion. With a firm grip on my shoulder and waist, he made me realize just how foolish that girl of his was. He stroked in and out at a wonderful pace. He wasn’t trying to destroy me, and every stroke brought me pleasure greater than the one before. It took about 8 or 9 strokes for him to get up to speed, and his grunting and groaning echoed through the structure mingling with my cries of pleasure.

“yes yes yes yess…” I heard myself urging him on, and pushing back into each thrust. He kept this pace for a good 2 minutes, before he pulled out and handily turned me over.

Now on my back on the hood of my car, I lifted my legs, giving him access to my still throbbing pussy, and watched him slide up to position his cock at the opening. I pushed forward, sliding roughly across my clit, and to my surprise, I exploded the first time in orgasm, as he repositioned, and began sliding into me.

“Ohgodohgodohogod…” was my mantra as this computer genius showed that software wasn’t his only talent. He fucked me that way, atop my car, elicited all manner of moans, groans, and begging for him not to stop. Apparently I slid too far on the hood, as he grabbed my hips and slid me down on to him again, anchoring me there as he continued to assault my grateful pussy with that magic wand of his.

I honestly don’t know how long we fucked this way, but we switched positions once more, with him turning me on my side as he continued to fuck me with all abandon.

“I’m gonna cum…” he said, after we returned to missionary, and when I felt him try to slide out, I wrapped my legs around him, and rode his explosion into my well fucked pussy. He growled with the force of his explosion and kissed me deeply as he pumped his load deep inside me.

We lay there in that strange position for a few more minutes, when the sound of a rumbling car snapped us from our ecstasy.

“Oh shit…” He said, and we untangled just as the car drove slowly past. I hope they enjoyed what they saw as much as I enjoyed putting on the show, but I don’t see how they possibly could.