0 comments/ 31476 views/ 2 favorites Strangers in the Night By: Purplelover It's another cold night in the Windy City as Sharon leaves her job as a dancer at the Titty Lounge. Tonight was a better than average night for the young ebony teen (having just turned nineteen the month before). In her backpack-like purse she has well over $300 dollars in profits. "Not bad for an eight hour shift,"she thinks as she waits in the plastic chairs of the Greyhound bus terminal for the bus that will take her to Gary, Indiana, a 30 to 45 minute trip. Though winter is firmly gripping the area (No ice or snow, though. Thankfully.), Sharon is only wearing a light microskirt and a yellow halter-top that shows off her double D's to maximum advantage. Normally she would change before heading for the terminal, but tonight some bitch had poured champagne in her duffel bag. Thinking of this, Sharon can only smile. It's not her fault that she regularly gets the high paying customers or the most ardent regulars. At only 5' 2", 115 pounds, with a coffee complexion and light green (not contacts) eyes, she is the most exotic woman in the club. It also doesn't hurt that she has a 48" bubble ass that is often clad in only a g-string. On one firm cheek is the tattoo of her stage name, Cherish. "The bus for Gary..." The announcement snaps Sharon out of her daydream. She hugs the purse to her overflowing bosom and walks through the door. Her nipples instantly firm up as the wind coldly caresses them and pushes her skirt up, giving the few people there a glimpse of her thong string disappearing between the twin globes of her ass. The bus driver, checking tickets as people board the bus, gives her a grin and cocks his head towards the bus. "Have a good night, Shar?" he asks as the dancer hands him the ticket. "Very good,"she purrs, lightly scratching his hand as she receives her ticket back. Sharon makes her way to the last seat next to the bathroom. Unfortunately someone is already there. Fortunately, he's not bad looking at all. Obviously of Native American ancestry, the man has long straight hair, sharp facial features, and a body that says outdoors, even under the winter wardrobe. As Sharon stands next to the seat, deciding whether to sit there or not, the man looks her up and down with deep brown eyes. Apparently he approves, as he lifts his bag to the overhead bin and motions for the young ebony to sit next to him. Sharon slips into the seat just as the engine tone changes and the bus lurches backwards, easing out of its parking spot. Soon, the interior lights are cut off and the occasional street light illuminates the bus. Sharon watches the window as late-night Chicago flashes by. Suddenly, she feels a strong arm drape across her shoulders. She doesn't move, as secretly she is digging the attention of this silent guy. His hand begins to knead her neck with light-to-firm pressure. She looks into his face, trying to see his eyes, but it's too dark. The hand now begins to trace down her spine with a feathery touch that sends electric arcs to both her nipples and her "kitten". Unconsciously she turns her back to him, giving his hand easier access. He responds by bringing up his other hand and massaging her sides, teasingly close to her breasts. Sharon is shocked as tension she never realized she had begins to ease away. She leans back into his chest, feeling his warmth through the light windbreaker she is wearing. The man now begins to stroke her chest above the now heaving breasts. His fingers trace the edge of the halter-top and begin to hook themselves in the fabric and slowly bring the top down over her large jugs. Sharon is barely clinging to sanity as this is happening. Her mind is wondering how this is happening; yet the feeling of the stretchy fabric sliding over her rock-hard chocolate nipples has disconnected her from the logic center of her mind. When her nipples finally pop out the top of the halter she has a small orgasm that instantly wets her waxed pussy lips with nectar. She feel his fingers slide over her breasts, lightly squeezing, closer and closer to her now exposed nipples. When he begins rolling them she reaches out and places her hand on his crotch, feeling his hard-on straining the sweatpants obscenely. Without thinking twice, she slips her hand into the waistband of the pants and comes in contact with his hot member. His hot long member. It has been a while since Sharon has been with anyone, since her old boyfriend knocked up his ex two years ago, and she is more than willing to give up the fast. "But here!" her mind scream. "On a bus?! With people just..." The thought is interrupted by first one, then two fingers stroking her wet lips through her dripping panties. She leans back, mouth open, as her slides the panties to one side and gently strokes her engorged lips directly. He skillfully teases her, coming close to penetrating her tightness, yet at the last second backing off to flick her clit. Sharon has to clench her teeth to keep from moaning aloud. Meanwhile, he hand has begun to stroke the stiff cock in her hand slowly, pausing now and then to slide a fingertip around the velvet head. Sticky pre-cum has begun to drip from the slit-hole. Suddenly and with surprising quickness, the stranger kneels down and literally french kisses Sharon's leaking pussy. The surprised gasp is barely drowned out by the rumbling diesel as the dancer goes through a series of orgasms from the talented tongue of the Indian. Uncontrolled, she grabs his smooth hair and smashes his face into her sex. Another quick motion and her wet pussy suddenly begin to stretch as he slowly eases into her. Her stomach and pussy clench like a pair of steel traps as an overpowering orgasm rips through her. The man can't believe how tight this pussy is, and yet so wet. Her juices are running down his thighs and he is squeezing, almost brutally, her high and firm breasts as he slides more and more into her wet sucking hole. Suddenly, the pitch of the engine changes and the bus lurches as the transmission upshifts. They both quickly disengage and straighten up as the bus comes to a well-lit tollbooth. Within minutes, the bus is accelerating and becoming darker again. This time, Sharon takes the lead. She rips his pants down and slowly slides her lips down his steel shaft until his pubic hairs tickle her cheeks, then comes back up, leaving a coat of spit on his tool. She straddles his lap and impales herself all the way down. The head kisses her cervix, setting off another orgasm. As the woman has another cum, the Indian squeezes the thick ass cheeks, marveling at the size and firmness of the pair. He keeps his hands there as she begins to ride his cock, her pussy squeezing his thick tool and coating the shaft and balls with a flood of womanly juices. Knowing that he can't last long, he begins to pull her off when she suddenly resists. "On the pill," she breathlessly whispers into his ear. "Cum in me...please...cum baby...cuuummm...cu-(gasp!)..." Her next orgasm sets him off. Holding her down fully on his spurting cock, he bathes her cervix with his thick sauce. For the next five minutes they stay this way, him buried to the hilt in her clasping pussy, she lost in his flowing, citrus smelling hair, until he slips out of her. She then slides back into her seat just as the bus reaches the Gary terminal. When the lights pop on, she looks deeply into the eyes of the stranger and smiles. When she steps from the bus and goes over to the left side to her car, she glances back at the bus in time to see the stranger, her stranger, place his hand on the window and watch her until the lights flicker off and the bus rumbles away. Strangers in the Night This is a story straight from my imagination. Any correlation between the players in this story and actual people is purely coincidence. This story may not be duplicated or re-posted on another website or in any medium without the written consent of the author Enjoy :) Picture this; you're walking through the woods one night. The full moon high and very bright, not a single cloud on this warm August night. A gentle breeze softly caresses your skin. Your walking along an overgrown path, you can tell it has not been used in some time, perhaps years even. You come across a small lake, the moonlight dancing upon the water like the diamonds dancing in the night sky. Millions of stars show high above the trees that cast dark, yet welcoming shadows along where you walk. Around the bend in the path ahead of you, you hear a splash in the water and see the wake created on the crest of the lake. You suddenly know now that you are not alone. A single swimmer comes into view. Unaware that you are there, he swims across the water with the skill and grace of a swan. You duck behind a tree to watch this man enjoy what he thinks to be a private swim. His long smooth strokes carry him from one end of the lake and back again. As he turns again, he stops mid stroke out and stands in the water. You can only see him from the waist up. Strong muscles ripple down his back as he stretches. You can see the strength in his arms as he flexes his biceps. His wet hair hangs in long waves just past his shoulders. The color of his hair is light and reflects the light of the moon. He turns, feeling he is being watched; you duck down hoping not to be seen. You watch him a moment longer and when he dips down under the water, you walk along the path to the other side of the lake, hoping to watch this Adonis from a better vantage point and not be seen. As you reach a point on the path giving you a better view, you can see this man has set up a campsite only a few hundred yards from your cabin in this haven of nature. The man you have been watching seems to have disappeared. The water is still and you don't see any sight of him in his camp. Just as you are about to turn to leave, is when he suddenly bursts through the water at the edge of the lake, like a demon from the depths of hell. He stands, unaware that he is being watched, and walks from the water. His naked body glistens from the water. You think to yourself that this must be some kind of sweet, almost erotic dream. No mortal man is made like this. He is tall you can see that clearly now. His long powerful strides carry him to a tree near the edge of the water, where he retrieves his towel. Just before he wraps himself in it, he turns and looks straight at you. Though he is unsure of the feelings, he presumes it is only the animals watching him. Your feeling somewhat bold, and risk a closer look at this god. You slowly and very quietly walk till you're within only a few feet of his camp, hidden behind the trees. There is no sign of him anywhere around. He must have gone for a walk before retiring for the night. You want to know more of this god that has entered your night. You step carefully into his campsite, careful not to disturb anything lest he know of your presence in his camp. You hear a sound directly behind. You turn so fast you loose your footing and nearly fall into the fire behind you. Grabbed just in time you look directly into the bluest eyes you have ever seen. A deep, piercing blue. They seem to look straight through you. Straight into your soul. "Can I help you?" he says. His voice soft and low. His lips just inches from your own. You can't resist, just one kiss, and then you will apologize and leave. You close your eyes and lean in, his lips are so soft and the kiss lingers longer than you had planned it to. Still captured in his embrace you look up and he graces you with a heart-melting smile "feel better?" he asks you. To embarrassed over your forwardness you try to break free of him and run from camp. He holds you fast and says, "You're not getting away that easily sweetie. You come into my camp, kiss me then expect to get away, with out so much as a 'hello' I think not" The smile never leaving his lips. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you. Just I saw you swimming, and well...Your very handsome" "Thank you my dear, would you care to stay a while and have some coffee with me? It's fresh, just made it before my swim." "Thanks, I'd like that," you say and he releases you only after gaining your promise not to bolt as soon as he lets you go. You smile and he offers you a folding chair from his tent. He is fully dressed this time. Wearing a white chambray shirt, open at the neck, jeans and kneel high leather moccasin boots. Introductions are made, "My name is Erik, what's yours?" "Arianna" You tell him. "That's a very lovely name, a name as lovely as you are" you smile and blush. Four cups of coffee, and lots of conversation later, you look at your watch and realize the hour has grown very late. You start to rise to leave and he asks you to stay just a while longer, that he is enjoying the sound of your sweet voice. He says it is like music to his ears and when you laugh it is as if angels are singing for him. "How about a walk instead? My legs grow stiff from sitting here so very long." you ask rather shyly. "Fine" he says, and graces you with that incredible smile of his. You walk and talk for a while and when you return to his camp, you sit yourself down on the ground near the fire, the night air gone slightly cool, and needing to take some of the chill off. He sits down next to you and softly puts his arm around your shoulders. You snuggle in close and think to yourself, "this is what heaven must be like". You turn to look up at Erik and he places his hand at your cheek and kisses you. A deep, breath-takingly passionate kiss. He gingerly lays you back on the blanket you're seated on, never breaking the kiss. Your fingers seem to have a mind of their own, winding themselves in his silky soft blond curls. His tongue lightly touches your bottom lip, tracing it, tasting its softness. You open you lips and let your own tongue meet his in an erotic dance. Stroking his passions while fuelling your own, he grows bold. Letting his hand caress a blazing trail across your shoulders, down your sides. Through you blouse he cups your breast, his thumb drawing small circles around the nipple. Coaxing it to a hard little bud under his expert touch. You arch you back and moan softly into his mouth. Your own desires fanning the flames inside you and you let your hands undo the buttons on his shirt and help him strip it off. Your fingers splay themselves across the smoothness of his chest. Only a small patch of crisp, blonde hair in the center. In turn he removes your blouse. Gently massaging you breasts, lifting them as if testing them for size and weight. He bends his head in and kisses each sweet mound in his hands. He reaches behind you with one hand and undoes your bra. Removes it then returns to kissing and sucking on your swollen points. You can feel his arousal as he grinds himself into your thigh. His lips burning a trail across your chest, up to your neck and over to your earlobe. The sensations he brings forth in you drive you to the brink of distraction. All you can think of this man and what he is doing to your body, and not wanting him to stop. Your hands move to his belt, he sucks in a breath as you release the buckle and undo the button. You unzip his jeans, and slide them over his lean hips. He proceeds to do the same to you. "You're a beautiful woman," he says and you blush deeply as he lowers his head and places a kiss at the juncture of your thighs. Letting his tongue part the folds of the sweet petals there. Pushing your legs apart, he finds the bud of your desire and sucks on it, nibbling just a bit. Your fingers digging into his shoulders. He kisses a hot wet trail back up to your mouth. His shaft lays heavy on your thigh. You grind against him. Driving him wild with desire. All you can do is moan his name softly as he enters you, filling you with his manhood. Slowly at first, you both begin to rock your hips in gentle unison. That ancient rhythm of lovers, instinctively growing faster. Bring each other to the brink of ecstasy. A million burst of light explode in your head and you scream his name as you reach that glorious height, and spiral into the sublime climax. Moments after he takes his own release. Driving himself deep into you fast and hard before he releases he seed deep with in you. Spent and weakened he collapses on top of you. Keeping most of his weight propped on his elbows. Panting and out of breath, he rolls to your side and holds you in his warm embrace. You drift off to sleep. Your nights dreams filled with this god among men, loving you in a way only he can, and your last thought before sleep captures you, "We've only just met, I don't know his name and....what will tomorrow be like?" You smile and drift to sweet slumber. *Hugs & kisses, Licks & Tickles* :) swtNcute2 Strangers In The Night This story is a work of fiction. Actually the first one I have tried to write so please be kind with the feedback. As he left for work he kissed me goodbye and said "today was a good day but wait until tonight." Sometimes I don't understand him. Why would he say something like that when he works until 6:00 A.M.? I spent the rest of the evening doing my wifely duties that we all hate so much. Then finally got the little ones to bed and drifted off to sleep alone again.. Something wakes you. What you don't know. You try to open your eyes and you realize there is something covering you're eyes. A chill runs down your spine as you become aware of the straps that are holding your arms and legs. You try to calm down thinking this must be something your husband has done. You call his name and the voice that answers is not his. A deep male voice says "Don't scream we are not here to hurt you, we are here to give amazing pleasure for just a little while then we will be gone." The severity of the situation begins to set in. You know you cannot see anything, your arms and legs are tied, and the voice you heard you do not recognize, and to make matters worse the man said "we" which means more than one. But how many? You begin to notice a tingling up your spine and between your legs. Your body is betraying you. Against your will you find yourself becoming aroused by this whole situation. Somebody is moving on the bed with you. The deep voice is very close to you, He says in a whisper "Relax and enjoy the pleasure you about to receive, it can be very good or very painful for you." His breath makes the hairs on your neck stand up and you try to pull away. At that moment you feel warm lips then a wet tongue on you left breast. At that same moment you feel another warm mouth on your right breast. Two men, now you know there are two men. A hand runs down your body past your naval slowly circling your shaved mound, continuing down your thigh then coming back up. The emotions you are feeling, fear, excitement, danger, are becoming overwhelming and you cannot stop what your body is feeling. The mouths on both breast, now two hands roaming your body you cannot help but let yourself go. The man that was on your right is kissing and licking his way down your body. The man on the left is kissing and licking his way up. His hot breath on your neck again sends chills down your spine. He moves away and you feel a moment a relief. Something rubs against your cheek then across you face to your lips, it only takes a second to realize that it is a cock, he expects you to suck his cock. At that very second the deep voiced man begins to suck lightly on your clit, you moan and involuntarily open your mouth. Before you can stop it the cock that was rubbing you lips slides into your mouth only an inch or to but it's in your mouth a strangers cock. Your back arches with the intense oral stimulation you are receiving. He is slowly licking up and down the length of your vagina circling your clit then sucking one of your pussy lips into to his mouth and biting down. How does he know this drives you crazy. The licking and sucking feels to good to fight. The cock that you have in you mouth is slowly pushing in and out, deeper with each stroke. You begin to suck the cock lightly at first then with more and more enthusiasm. You can here the moaning and the cock which must be 7 inches long begins to move even faster and deeper. The man that is sucking your mound is really working it over sucking hard on your clit, licking the length lightly, then biting the lips , first one then the other then both at the same time. You feel your orgasm growing closer and closer. With each stroke of the cock sliding into your mouth and the biting and licking of your pussy. You can feel your juices running down between your legs, it feels so good. Then he stops and you feel him move away. Then the cock that was in your mouth pulls away! What is going on? What is happening? There is a slight pause and you begin to wonder are they going to leave you like this? NO not now you are to close. You here the voice of the man who spoke earlier, He says we are going to untie you now, but only if you promise to not struggle, scream or try to remove your blind fold. IF you do we will tie you up and leave you like this for your husband to find. Do you understand me? The thought of being tied up and left for your husband to find was scary. The thought of not having the orgasm that has been building is even worse. You answer in a very low voice "YES." The straps first come off you arms then your legs and you feel two huge hands grab your waist turn you over and lift you to your hands and knees. You can feel the motion around you but are not sure what is going on. Two hands grab your waist and you feel it, the head of a cock is parting your lips but to slowly, your only thoughts are of that cock and getting it inside you before you go insane. A hand grabs the back of your hair and lifts your head and in a soft voice he says open your mouth. Wider he says. A cock is now all the way into you and you begin to rock back and forth. You feel the reason why he told you to open wider. The cock he is trying to put in your mouth is huge. It must be 5 inches around, very hard and very hot. HOW long could it be? You have to know so you reach up to feel it, at least 9 inches long. The realization of the cock you are trying to stuff in you mouth and the pounding you are taking from behind drives you over the edge your orgasm seems to continue on and on. When your orgasm begins to subside you try to concentrate on the cock that is in your mouth taking as much in as you can but its just to big. You begin to lick the length of it, up and down licking and sucking on the head and balls, trying to devour as much of it as you can. The cock that was in your pussy pulls away, then the one in your mouth also is taken away. What are they doing. You feel movement behind you and you know its him. The anticipation of feeling that huge cock inside you is driving you crazy, you begin to beg "please fuck me, please fuck me hard, I really need it" He comes up behind you and places his hands on you hips and says "relax, I'll be gentle at first then I will fuck you very hard but you must beg for it first." The head of his cock is rubbing against your pussy, making slow circles penetrating you very slowly. "you must beg" he said. "Please fuck me. Please, I need it so bad." It was slowly penetrating, it felt so BIG. "Deeper I need it deep and hard." As soon as you said that you felt it rammed into you as for as it would go. You feel like it is ripping you apart, but it still is not all the way in. He pulls it out until the just the massive head is still inside you. Then with tremendous force he plunges it back in, all the way in. So deep you feel his large balls slap against your clit. In and out faster and faster, it feels so big and SO good, you begin to scream "YES, YES, harder, faster PLEASE." There's movement in front of you and a cock is against you lips, you open your mouth and begin to suck it in, deep into your mouth. The cock that is pounding into you has you on the verge of orgasm again, then it happens the cock is slamming into you and you go over the edge, one wave of orgasm after another it doesn't stop it goes on and on. The cock in your mouth begins to swell and you know you must drink what comes out. The cock in you mouth begins to cum, shooting deep into your mouth you swallow as much as possible but it's to much. The man that is inside you begins to moan, your orgasm has stopped but the hard fucking has not.Is he going to pull out? He is fucking you harder and harder then you feel him push very deep and as he does you can feel his hot cum filling your pussy... When you wake you wonder was this a dream? Who were they? You are a little sore, the sheets are stained and you begin to panic because your husband is about to come home. You realize what has happened, you have been fucked and have sucked another mans cock, how can you explain that? You husband walks in the room with a very big smile and says "how was your night" you don't know what to say, then he hands you a videotape and walks out of the room. What is going on, you put the tape in and watch the whole nights events on tape. Your husband was the first one to fuck you, but who was the other man, you have seen him before but cannot tell who it is... Strangers in the Night When I was 21 and had just graduated from university I decided to take a month long holiday travelling across Europe. At the time you could get a train ticket that let you take almost any train in Europe for a month. Bargain! About three days into my journey I was taking a train from Brussels to Athens. It was late at night, hot, sweaty and the train was so crowded there were people standing and sitting in the walkway between the compartments. My compartment was full with a pair of Dutch lads, an old couple from Brussels, a middle-aged man and a Japanese girl who looked like she couldn't have been more than 18 years old. She was wearing her hair in two pig-tails, a small pink t-shirt and matching short pink skirt. Her tennis shoes were also pink and her white socks were edged in a delicate pink lace. I was sitting back in my seat, opposite the Japanese girl trying to get some sleep when I caught a flash of white. She had let her legs part as she dozed and I could see clear past her, slim athletic thighs to the white cotton knickers covering her mound. I moved in my seat as I began to think about what was between those legs and my dick started swelling. After a short while the girl got up, left the compartment and moved down the walkway towards the toilets. I sighed and resumed my dozing, listening to the rhythm of the train as we sped throught the night. I shuddered into consciousness some time later when the door to our compartment was opened and the Japanese girl returned. She re-took her seat and her skirt shifted up leaving me a very clear view of her knickers again. They still looked new and white, but now they also seemed slightly damp. She raised her head from her comic and eyed me, seeing where I was looking and smiled. She shifted again, her legs moved wider apart, her skirt moved further up her thighs, towards her waist. I was embaressed at having been caught looking between her legs. But I was also aware that she had smiled at me when she noticed where my eyes were. I started to blush, but then she winked at me and got up. As she moved towards the door she turned around and looked at me. This was my opportunity. My one chance! I got up and followed her. We had to step over people in the walkway as we moved towards the toilets. Her skirt was short and her legs were long. Everyone sitting down on the floor got an eyeful of her white cotton knickers. We went into the toilet together and she sat on the small ledge next to the washbasin, spread her legs and moved the gusset of her knickers to one side. As she did this I could see that her hairless pussy lips glistened. They weren't just damp they were sopping wet. She pushed my head down and I got to work straight away. I kissed her thighs and nibbled at her lips. Then I eased her knickers down and put them in my pocket for safekeeping :-) I moved back into action, pulled her lips apart and stuck my tongue in her pussy. As I licked and sucked I could taste something other than female juices. I could also feel that her young pussy was a little looser than you'd expect on a teenager. She hadn't (only) been peeing before. She'd been fucking, too! I was getting a gob full of man juice from whoever had got there first. Well, I knew I wasn't her first man - not even that evening - but that didn't put me off. I did what any self-respecting, horny, single, 21 year-old would do if he found himself between the lips of an 18 year-old Japanese slut. I sucked and licked and nibbled and kissed until I heard her gasp and felt her convulse into orgasm, squirting into my mouth. Then I stood up, position myself between her thighs and slipped my cock into her sopping wet tunnel. She was hot and wet and totally mine for the next few minutes. I moved with her and in her. I lifted her t-shirt and sucked on her bra-less tits. I kissed her face and sucked her tongue. And then I came inside her. As I came she gripped my cock hard and spasmed in her own island of pleasure. I hugged her tight as our orgasms faded and we returned to reality. We needed to get back to our compartment. We left the toilet and walked over various sleeping bodies as we walked up the train. This time people could see between her legs but not her knickers. I kept them in my pocket as a souvenir. When we resumed our seats she brought her legs up into a foetal position and I lay back in a slumber. In the morning we nodded at each other as we disembarked. At no time had we said a word to each other. I didn't even know her name. Comments and votes welcome. Strangers in the Night I have had a long stressful day and decide that an early night Is necessary, I go up to my bedroom and get undressed, putting on a CD I lay on the bed trying to relax a little. I fall asleep on top of my bed covers wearing only a lacey thong; it’s a hot sticky summer’s night. A few hours later I wake up I have been in such a deep sleep and having erotic dreams, or at least that is what I thought. However, when I wake up I feel something soft brushing against my exposed pussy, I turn my head and see the thong that I had been wearing when I fell asleep on the floor. This is when I look down and see you sitting at the end of my bed stroking my pussy so softly and so gently with what looks like a feather. When you see that I am awake you start to touch my wet pussy with your fingers. Exploring as I moan softly feeling your fingers inside me as you part them and push them back together, pushing them in deeper and pulling them out again my hips rising and falling pushing them in even further. You stop and push my legs open further as you push your face into my pussy. Taking my clit between your lips as you hum softly. The feeling is incredible and you have to reach up and put your hand over my mouth so that no one else in the house can hear my moans of pleasure. You suck and lick my clit, your fingers deep inside me until I cum all over your face and hands, you look up at me my juices glistening all over your face, you look me in the eyes as you suck my cum from your fingers. I sit up and tell you to lay down on the bed and close your eyes. You do and I undo your trousers and pull out your big cock already so hard. I stroke it softly my fingers gently tracing up and down as I flick my tongue over your tip teasing you. Then taking the head of your cock into my mouth I suck it hard as your hands reach out and play with my hard nipples while I suck and stroke your cock. This makes me moan softly, the head of your cock still inside my hot mouth my tongue flicking across the tip as I suck. Then without warning I take your whole cock into my mouth sucking hard as I move up and down you, your hips thrusting yourself further into my mouth as my nails run over your balls. Your whole cock is deep in my mouth being sucked and licked, my tongue flicks the tasty pre-cum from the tip. I realize that if we carry on like this you will cum soon and I need to feel your cock inside my tight wet pussy. I need to cum on it, have you cum inside me so I get onto all fours on the bed, my arse facing you inviting you to enter my pussy from behind, wanting you to fuck me, and fuck me hard. I press your cock to my pussy lips teasingly as u slowly put it just inside the entrance to my pussy. I push back against you hard, forcing more of your cock inside me as my pussy grips it instantly holding you tight and then letting you go over and over again. You slowly pull all the way out of me and then slam your whole length back in, the size of your cock thrusting fully into me makes me gasp loudly with a mixture of pleasure and pain. My hand slides down to my clit and strokes it gently while you fuck me hard. We are both moaning loudly no longer caring if anyone else can hear us. Your hands caressing my big tits, puling my nipples, pinching them as I start to cum on your cock the feeling spreading through my whole body this sets off your orgasm too as my pussy grips your cock so tightly inside me milking you of your cum. I feel it shoot inside me, so hot as it mixes with my cum. You keep your cock inside me for a little while feeling our cum all around it so hot and sticky. You get up and kiss me, the longest, slowest, deepest kiss I have ever had, before you leave the room. I fall back into a deep-contented sleep. In the morning I get up and go downstairs for breakfast, my dad introduces me to his friend from work that apparently had stayed the night. When you are asked if you had a good night you smile and say that you slept very well indeed, then wink at me. I giggle quietly, as my parents give us both a strange look. Strangers in the Night We talked as though we were old friends. I almost felt ashamed that I'd sat there, next to her, drinking vodka tonics, not really paying her any mind. But she had my full attention now. I gave John the obligatory "next-round nod" and turned back to the fascinating woman beside me. "So, how often do you come here?" she asked, while taking the first sip of her cosmo. "Is it a weekly thing or-" "Rarely", I cut her off. "Drowning my sorrows in alcohol isn't something I really do. I usually only come out to celebrate. In fact, that's why I'm here now" "What's the occasion?" she queried. I looked at her and knew she was searching for something more telling than what I was about to say. But the truth of the matter was that I had been promoted earlier that day and I was feeling a bit festive. I explained the events of the afternoon and how much they would mean to my career. She nodded her way through the conversation, not in a dismissive way, but in one that showed she was honestly interested. Most people don't really want to hear about the life and times of some random white bred accountant... much less a sistah. But she was different. She was not typical by any means. "Final, final " I told John. He poured our two drinks and turned back to the register to close out my tab. She held up her martini glass and we shared a congratulatory toast . Her smile was so sincere and beautiful... a little lopsided, but a beautiful smile. And even when her mouth wasn't smiling, it seemed her eyes were. I couldn't just let the night end without knowing more about her so I extended an invitation for a late dinner. "My treat", I added. She smiled in agreement and in ten minutes we were seated in a tall oak booth with a single tea light. We placed our orders and noticed that we were getting stares from a few of the other couples in the restaurant. Those gawking quickly turned their heads and blushed when I reached over and grabbed her hand, kissed it gently, and glared back. She excused herself and headed for the ladies room. I watched her as she walked away. What a walk. Her smooth brown legs strode easily even in four inch heels. And her ass seemed to beckon to any poor soul that set eyes upon it. I could tell she was a little heavier than her outfit portrayed and that turned me on. I like a lady with a little more to hold on to. As she disappeared behind the bathroom door, I realized that the sight of her legs and ass had prompted an intense erection. I shook my head and reminded myself that the thoughts I was having were to remain just that... thoughts. I could never sleep with a black woman. I could certainly never have a relationship with a black woman. My grandfather was probably turning over in his grave with me being on a semi-date with a "pickaninnie", as he called people of color. I'd never really thought anything negative about other races. It's just that where I come from, you don't mix them is all. But right now, at this moment, taboo or not I want this woman. Her walk back to the table was so strong and graceful it was almost as if she was dancing, the front of her blouse bobbing with each step. I tried to regain my senses as she settled back into her seat. The light from the miniature candle flickers on her skin and in her eyes and I notice for the first time how absolutely beautiful she is. High cheekbones and soft almond shaped eyes display her Native American roots. Her lips appear so perfect and pouty that any cover model would sell there soul to have them. She seemed innocent yet confident. I don't think she knows how beautiful she is. That is what makes her that much more desirable. After a dinner of fish and chips, upbeat conversation, and another spirit or two for good measure, she invited me back to her place. I declined originally, but was relieved when she insisted that I visit for awhile. As she fumbled for her keys, she informed me that she had a little secret. "You're not a man, are you?" I asked, half joking. "No", she laughed between breaths. " I just smoke a little pot sometimes to relax. If you're not comforta-" "It's fine. It's been awhile since I toked up. I could probably use the stress-relief. Just hope I don't have any random drug tests come my way." She opened the door into a dimly lit studio style apartment. It wasn't large but she sure knew how to maximize her space. It was well decorated and smelled like furniture polish and incense. I sat on her couch while she went to change. She shouted for me to make myself comfortable as she reappeared in a short pair of gym shorts and a tank top. She was more casual than I was hoping for, but she looked fabulous still. Even the lopsided ponytail she had thrown up added to her laid back charm. She sat cross-legged beside me and pulled out a wooden box. She lit an incense on the side table and opened the little box. A strong aroma filled the air as she took out her little glass piece and placed the greenery into the bowl. She lit it and inhaled deeply taking care not to let any smoke escape. She exhaled passing me the pipe. "So what made you strike up conversation with me tonight?" she asked. "You were there, for one thing. But you seemed so welcoming and pleasant... even without saying a word. I wanted to know you. The fact that you're gorgeous doesn't hurt, either." She lit up and inhaled again, a look of contemplation on her face. "So, is this just so you can have your first piece of black ass?" she shot. "No. I mean, you would be my first. But I don't know if that's even what I want." As I said it, she took the band out of her hair freeing a mane of tight curls. She moved closer to me. The scent of vanilla infused my nostrils calming me while I watched her remove her shirt. Her ample chest spilling over the lace of the white bra she wore. She passed me the bowl and looked at me with a question in her eyes. "What is it?" She looked down and smiled. Returning her gaze to me she replied "I just wonder what you're thinking." I held the smoke in my lungs and pondered a couth way to explain it to her. Unable to pretty up my thoughts I told her honestly. "Everything I've ever thought or not though doesn't matter right now. I see a beautiful woman in front of me. I want to touch you. I want to feel your hair and smell your scent. I want to study your body. Is that so wrong? To want to touch your heavenly brown skin?" I leaned over and placed my lips against hers. She was sweeter than I could have ever imagined. I greedily searched her mouth with my tongue wanting to taste more of her. She placed her left arm behind her back and gave me the answer I needed. "No. There's nothing wrong with it at all," she smirked. She unclasped her bra, her milk chocolate orbs bouncing in greeting as the lacy undergarment fell to the couch. I was transfixed. I immediately went to suckle one of the dark nickel-sized nipples but was stopped by a firm but gentle hand. She lifted my hands above my head and slid off my shirt. Rubbing my chest, she leaned back in kissing my lips, my neck, my ear. I heard her take a quick sharp breath as she reached for my zipper and found that I was throbbing in my boxers. At her suggestion, we moved into the bedroom. She removed her shorts as I removed my pants. She started to remove her white cotton panties but changed her mind. Instead, she climbed into bed, her bare breasts falling to the sides a bit. I placed one knee on the bed and leaned over bracing myself on one elbow. She pulled me to her and kissed me so feverishly that I would have thought her life depended on it. My fingers traced along her sides, up to her nipples, down the middle of her stomach, her love handles... and came to rest on the white cotton panties she'd left on. They were sopping wet and I could feel her clit even through the cotton fabric. I flicked it with my thumb and felt her body shiver beneath me. Heat radiated from her center getting more and more intense with each swipe of my finger. Her head flew back exposing her neck and chest. I trailed my tongue down her neck stopping to enjoy a few particularly delicious bites along the way. I wasn't ready to enter her yet. But I had to touch her pussy. I didn't have to taste yet. I didn't have to fuck. I just wanted to touch. Reaching into her panties, my fingers were immediately drenched in her essence and surrounded by delicate, velvety folds. That in itself could have made me explode. Her body arched up as I gently fingered her, teasing her pearl and slit. I removed my hand and slid my fingers in my mouth, savoring the flavor of my ebony goddess. She looked at me, eyes still smiling, and pulled me into another kiss... this one softer and with more care. Once our lips parted, I found my tongue wanting to learn every inch of her. I flipped her onto her stomach, brushed her wooly curls from her back and begin to lightly nibble the nape of her neck. Immediately, goosebumps sprang up all over her as she moaned in delight. I took my time traveling down her back and stopped completely at that ass. I bit my way down her left cheek... kissed my way back up the right... and licked it right down the middle continuing on to her inner thigh. I was so close to it... her womanly aroma tickled my nose. I didn't want to dive in quite yet so I asked her to lay on her back. I grabbed her right breast and scraped the nipple with my teeth as I palmed her left breast. She ran her fingers through my hair and clasped the back of my head trying to pull me away. This only made me want more of her. After treating the left breast with as much attention, I moved on to her stomach. She placed her arm over her midsection. I could tell it was something she was self-conscious about. To me, it was just another facet of her that I found endearing. A slight imperfection that I wanted to adore. I moved her arm and held it at her side while I kissed and licked her belly. I stopped at her belly button dipping my tongue into the tiny hole. Her body raised off the bed as the pleasure shot through her body. I took that as a cue to plant my face between legs. I slowly sucked on her lower lips, flicking my tongue against the hood of her clit. All of her seemed to come alive. Her hips bucked and writhed and throaty groans escaped her lips while I lapped at her sweet pussy. Turning my attention away from her reaction and to the task at hand, I lost momentum for a moment just looking at the perfect pussy she had. The soft peaks and valleys formed a rose... a beautiful brown rose with a tasty pink center. I could have feasted on that nectar all night. I looked back up to see her heavy breasts rising up and down in spurts. Her breathing was erratic and her eyes partially closed. I knew that I more than wanted her... I needed her. Unable to hold back anymore, I covered her body with mine once more. "Kendra. I need to be inside you." The sound of my voice shocked me. There was so much urgency and wanting in it. "Not yet", she said rolling over on top of me facing the opposite direction. She swiveled her hips and settled herself on my face. Her clit was swollen with excitement and she was so incredibly wet. I had barely begun to tongue her pussy when I felt her teeth along the underside of my dickhead. She found every vein on my cock with her tongue and I did my best to keep her creamy while she did. Suddenly, she drove her head all the way down on my cock and just held it there. I could feel the air coming from her nose on my balls and I nearly lost it. But she withdrew it slowly and began a more humane assault on it. Slurping and gurgling she pushed her cunt into my face. I rubbed it all over my face, bathing myself in her juices. She climbed off and laid between my legs. She ran her mouth along my cock. It twitched and strained as she wrapped her talented lips back around it. She swallowed me whole. She looked up at me with mischief in her face and commanded me to fuck her mouth. I laced my fingers in her curly naps and held her head while I impaled her throat over and over again. She brought me to the edge twice before getting up and licking her lips. She asked me how I wanted it. I asked her to lay down. I sat on my knees between her legs just looking at her. She was so, so lovely. I rubbed the tip of my cock agains the tiny opening. She stared at me. I stared down in amazement. Watching every inch of my waiting cock sink into her dark wonder had to be the most incredible thing I'd ever seen. It was erotic and forbidden. And her walls clasped and tugged on me with so much strength it sent waves through me. She was the perfect fit. She reached for me and I leaned over to shower her with kisses. I found her ear and nibbled on it before telling her, " I thought you were the most incredible girl I'd ever met. And now that I'm in you, filling you, there's no doubt in my mind." With that I plunged deeply into her pussy, holding it there, caressing her walls with my prick. She moaned and shook pushing at my chest. I wasn't ready to move yet. Looking into my eyes, she could tell. Hoping it would urge me to move, she grabbed her legs behind the knees and pinned them back, giving me a full view. It worked. Before I knew it she was howling while I pounded her little snatch. Her titties bounced while I fucked her only making me want to fuck her harder. I grabbed them and squeezed them gently at first. She moaned and threw her body back into mine with every thrust. "Squeeze them harder", she said, wrapping her legs around my waist. I obliged and within moments she screamed she was cumming. I felt her release as it covered my dick and ran down our legs. God, she was fucking hot. I flipped her over and began tonguing her cunt from behind. Her ass wiggled in my face, begging me to slip my tongue in it. I spread her cheeks and traced the crack avoiding the little opening in the middle. I blew on her asshole and watched the muscle contract before shoving my tongue in. She gasped and grabbed the other ass cheek to hold it open for me. I sat up and put my dick against the puckered skin surrounding that glorious hole. She gave me a look of uncertainty. I assured that I would be gentle. I slid the first inch in in an attempt to give her time to adjust. Her sphincter was so tight I almost couldn't gain entry. I reached around and rubbed her clit. She relaxed. I was in. I started out slowly, but by the time she was building up to the next orgasm she was pushing her ass back against my cock like she was a pro. I felt a tightening in my balls and knew that it was almost that time. I slowed down, reached around and grabbed her tit, and began to really work her out with my finger. I whispered, "I'm about to cum... where do you want me to cum for you?" She shook violently, her moans growing louder with every stroke. She panted for me to cum on her. "I want to watch your big white cock shoot cum all over me," she whined. More than happy to oblige I flipped her back over and pinned her arms above her head driving my dick into her full-force. My balls were aching and I wanted to burst so bad, but I had to see that beautiful face in the throws of orgasm... just one more time. I came into her, grinding against before I withdrew to do it again. She placed her finger against her clit and began to buck against my cock, faster, and faster.... and her moans grew louder... and finally she burst, flooding my dick and the sheets with her cum. I rocketed into her watching her face as she came over and over again screaming my name. The look on her face was somewhere between pleasure and pain... but she was happy. I felt the familiar pressure in my cock telling me it was time for me to let go. I pulled out and straddled her luscious brown body, jacking my hard cock in plain view for her to see. She opened her mouth and grabbed her tits. The first shot landed on her lip. She greedily licked it up and watched while I unloaded on her face and chest. She slid my spent cock between her breasts and licked at it, rubbing in the sticky gift I'd just given her. We spent the rest of the night in each other's arms talking about this and that. The next morning, I woke up to the smell of bacon and toast. I stepped out into the common room to find Kendra preparing breakfast. We discussed the night before over orange juice and fruit salad. "We fucked last night, Cameron.There was no love-making. No sex. Just pure fucking" "I know. I hope I wasn't too disappointing." "Not at all. Is there anything I could have done better?" she asked. "You were perfect... you are perfect. But I have to get home." "I figured as much. So, is this the last time we'll see each other? I mean, I know last night was just a sex thing but I would like to see you again." She excused herself from the table and came back with a piece of paper. "My number... call me." She walked me to the door where we shared one last passionate kiss. I thanked her for a lovely evening and turned to walk down the hall. "Cameron," she called out. "I hope to see you soon." "You will," I told her. She gave me one of her lopsided grins and closed the door slowly. As I descended the stairs, I thought to myself, "We did fuck last night... it was the best fuck I've had. She was so different from anyone I'd ever known and it wasn't her skin color. It was her heart." I knew it wouldn't be long before I made love to Kendra.