“Come see me when you have an extra ten minutes.” He told me while I was at work, and left.
I was intrigued…yet a bit scared. Sure, I’d thought about it. But that was it. Only thought about it. He was trying to put it in motion. Put me in motion. I went to the back of the shop to get some more work done, scenarios running through my head. I could always say no, of course. Would I? Would I want to? Do I ever want to? My female co worker asked if I was going to see him. The other girl raised her eyebrows, as if to say, ‘What is that about?’.
“Do you mind if I take a half hour break?” I asked her.
“Sure, we have it covered here.” she said.
“I won’t be gone too long.” I told her with a slight smile and left.
I arrived at his shop in five minutes and walked up to the counter. “Yes?” I asked.
“Come with me.” He said, and motioned for me to come into the back with him. Anyone else might think that he had something important to tell me. Unless of course, they knew him.
I walked with him to the back room. There was a bed there. I sat on it and he stood in front of me.
“Yes?” I asked again, leery of my surroundings.
“It’s Saturday.” He said.
“You have to wait till tonight.” I said, shyly.
“Ah, I can’t fuck you till tonight. Doesn’t mean I can’t do something else.” He said, matter-of-factly.
He pulled his cock out of his pants, no underwear as per usual. It was hard. I didn’t know how he contained it, other than his pants were a little baggy. He walked a half-step nearer to me. We were very close. Like a moth to a flame, I can’t resist a rock-hard cock. I guess it was true what they said about black men.
“This is very thick…” I said, trying to wrap my head around how I would fit it in my mouth.
“9 inches.” He said. I leaned forward, swirling my tongue around the tip, taking hold of the base with my hand. I made it wet all around, sliding the shaft into my mouth, inch by inch. I wanted to take it all the way down, but it was very difficult. He started petting the top of my head, and did what I’d been wishing he would. He grabbed my high ponytail firmly and moved my head up and down on his cock. He could tell I loved it by the way I moaned.
“Mmm…you really are a good little cockslut, aren’t you?” He growled.
Of course, I couldn’t answer him. My mouth was full. I pushed his cock down my throat as far as I could, working over the bottom vein, pushing and stroking my tongue hard against it. I was getting drool on his pants but I don’t think he cared. After a few minutes of sucking hard, he pulled his cock out of my mouth.
“Alright, I’m being lazy.” He sat down on the bed, and laid back. Grabbed my ponytail again and I was forced down on my knees. I could get a better view of his face and cock this way. It seemed to tower over me. I licked from base to head, reveling in the sight of his thick black cock wet with my slutty spit. I tried to take him deeper in this position, but because it was so thick, couldn’t fit into my throat, only the back of my jaw. I knew my throat was going to be sore the next day from getting my face pounded like this. He pulled my hair back again, keeping his cock out of reach of my mouth.
“Do you want that cock, you little whore?”
“Yes…please.” I breathlessly pleaded.
“Why don’t you add a ’sir’ on that?” He said.
“May I have your cock, please sir?” I begged.
“That’s much better.” He shoved it down my throat again, letting me use my tongue and mouth to pleasure him. Sucking deep and hard, my eyes were watering and my hair was going to be a mess the way he was pulling on it. I was glad I didn’t wear any makeup . I didn’t need running mascara to tell everyone else what I had been doing in the middle of the day. I really felt like a slut now.
“Do you want me to show you how to make me cum?” He asked.
“Yes, please sir.” I took my mouth off of his cock to speak and watch.
He moved his hand over the tip of the head, stroking just the base of his head with his fingers, tightly.
I mimicked his motion and knew I was doing it right when he threw his head back and groaned.
“Mmm…good girl. You are a fast learner.”
I alternated between stroking his head with my hand and using my tongue and mouth around his shaft. He grabbed his cock in his fist and stroked it hard.
“Are you ready for my cum?” He said.
I don’t think I replied, but watched in delight as the white cum poured out of the top of his black cock. The visual was delicious and I instantly sucked his cock, making sure to drain him dry. I came back up and looked at him, trying to catch my breath. I kissed his cock and said “Thank you, sir.”
“You needed that, didn’t you?” He said, slightly smiling.
“Oh yes.” He offered me his fingers, white cum in lines still lingered. I sucked every drop off, and licked my lips.
I fixed my hair and wiped my mouth and face. I only hoped that I wouldn’t look like a complete whore when I went back to work.
The first time with a guy, it was 4 days before my 17th birthday, and was pretty much the best first experience I could have had. I skipped class to hang out with this boy I was totally crazy about, who teased me relentlessly. I wanted him for months before I finally got his cock. He was only 15, and way too mature for his young age. It was a very hot experience, and was duplicated frequently after that. Kids, stay in class! Or look what will happen to you! Haha
Miss Snow got me those cute gold sandals. I love them! I mean, wouldn’t you just adore to feed me grapes and wine in this outfit? Mmm and olives too!
Maybe I could be a foster parent for rescue ferrets. But then I’d still need to be home most of the time.