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One Friday evening when I was twenty-six, I was walking home late from work and passed the hotel next to the small convention center in our little city. It had been a long week and the neon light of the bar next to the lobby suddenly made my mouth water. I went inside and surveyed the scene. The bar was half-full, and the crowd there was clearly all out of town businessmen and businesswomen looking for fun. I ordered a shot of whiskey and went to a small table in the corner to unwind. A few minutes later a well-dressed blonde in her late thirties sat down and struck up a conversation, and within twenty minutes she had brought me back to her room, where we used each other’s bodies for every fantasy we could think up for three and a half hours. After we had thoroughly drained each other, she said she needed her sleep and chatted with me as I dressed. “Do you do this often?” I asked. “On business trips, oh yes. I get what I need and can’t get at home.” “Oh,” I said. “So this is it then.” “Of course. It was great though.” I smiled and said, “Yes, it really was.” “Do you hang out in the bar here?” “Um, no, this was my first time. —At the bar, I mean.” We laughed and she said, “I thought so.” “Is this common?” “Best pick-up joint in town, if you’re looking for a one-time fling with a better sort of woman.” “You are that.” She smiled, “Thank you.” “So, how do you know…” “What to do? Dress well, like you did tonight, and the woman will make it clear. The liquor’s shit, you know, cut all to water, so you don’t go there for just drinks. The woman will be looking for fun and nothing permanent, so if you’re reasonably presentable and smooth at all you’ll be in like Flynn.” I said good night and went home, happily aware of my new joint. Bars and clubs didn’t interest me much; I had long been interested in calmer, more serious women after a couple of relationships with younger women who were about as stable as a squirrel who had snuck into a meth lab. The next four months I made myself known at the bar as a regular; I stopped off two nights a week during the work week just to become friends with the staff and enjoy myself.Weekends were different, for I would show up Friday or Saturday (some weekends both) about eight and rarely have to stay more than half an hour. I would then stagger home about midnight, exhausted and fascinated by the sexual prowess, openness, and kinkiness of the average American businesswoman, or at least the subset of them that would take advantage of the hotel bar, and considered buying condoms by the crate load to get the wholesale discount. By that time I was a deft hand at the thing, and several of the staff members had become friends of mine who welcomed my business: I always tipped very well, rarely occupied prime real estate at the fastest hours, never caused trouble for them or the women customers, and above all never hit on the women on the staff. One Friday in September, four months after starting there, I went in about 8:15 and took my usual seat in the corner. A handful of other men were there, most of them businessmen staying in the hotel who were already occupied with women guests, and I sat there for a few minutes relaxing. Suddenly the door opened and I found it hard to breathe. She was dressed in a conservative business suit, gray jacket and knee-length skirt over a white silk blouse; her skin was very dark gaziantep escort brown, her eyes almost black in a round face, and her thick hair was done up in back. Her figure was well-rounded, with wide hips and swelling bust, and I watched her with naked interest as she looked around the bar. She noticed I was the only person paying any attention to her and smiled widely at me. When I smiled back, she came over and asked, “Is this seat taken?” “Only if you want it,” I smiled back at her, and she sat down. “May I buy you a drink?” I asked. She looked at my glass and said, “I’ll have what you’re having.” Jane, the bartender, was watching us with her usual ironic smile. I pointed at my glass and raised one finger. She nodded and poured a shot that the usual Friday waitress, Faye, brought over. I handed her the usual $20 bill and she smiled, and after my guest turned back to me winked and walked over to the bar. I vaguely noticed them shaking their heads and smiling as I turned my attention back to my new acquaintance and asked her name. “Gloria,” she said. “You?” “Jack.” “Pleased to meet you. Do you come here often?” “Yes, once a weekend, sometimes twice.” She nodded in satisfaction and we discussed our jobs for a few minutes, then we talked a bit about our hobbies. We quickly found we had a common interest in ska, or, as she said, “Ska? How wonderful! No one ever loves the classics anymore.” We laughed and I asked, “Would you like another drink?” She shook her head and said, “I have much better scotch in my room. Care to join me?” “I would be honored.” We left, Jane shoving her left index finger inside the ring of the index finger and thumb of her other hand low and in front of her so that only I could see, and as we left I saw her and Faye chuckling at the bar. As we took the elevator to her room, she leaned against me and said, “I love business trips.” “Quite the professional. Devoted to your job.” “You might say that,” and smiled up at me with a look that made most but not all of me go soft. When we got to her room, we sat on the little divan and she poured both of us a small glass of single malt Glenlivet. We toasted and she leaned in towards me, so I held her head in my hands and caressed her cheeks with my thumbs as I leaned in slowly and kissed her softly. She melted against me and sucked my tongue into her mouth as I slowly lowered my hands past her breasts to her waist. She rubbed my chest and neck as I pulled her to straddle me; she rubbed her crotch against mine as she pulled off her jacket. I held her hips as I thrust up against her, and she undid her blouse and slowly stripped it off, staring into my face as I stared at every square inch of black skin she uncovered. She whispered, “I’m on the pill. I’m clean. Are you?” I nodded and after staring into my eyes for several seconds she nodded in turn and smiled, “Good.” When she had finally removed the blouse, I pulled her to me and kissed her ear and neck as my hands ran over her body, shockingly pink against her deep and healthy brown, and she moaned as I reached back and undid her jet black bra. Her breasts tumbled out, large and soft with nipples darker than I believed possible. She raised herself on her knees so that I could suckle at them, and for the next ten minutes I squeezed her breasts and sucked on one nipple, then the other. Her hips soon began a gentle thrusting against my belly, and when it quickened she pulled my head to hold it between her breasts as she shuddered in a short, sharp orgasm. I looked up at her and said, “Your breasts are so beautiful.” “You like them big, I see.” “Yes.” “You know anything larger than a champagne glass is wasted, don’t you?” “Bullshit. You can’t fuck champagne glasses.” She laughed long and hard and gasped as my right hand reached between her thighs and up to her crotch. I reached up to pull off her panties, and she stood up and stripped off the rest of her clothes. She looked at me as if to invite me to strip for her, but instead I pushed her knees apart and knelt between her thighs. She breathed in with a hiss and raised her hips. Her bush was thick and her clit was erect, with her lips fully engorged. I had always gone down on every woman who picked me up in the bar with pleasure, but I had never wanted it as I did then. I licked on her lips and ran my fingers ticklingly over her inner thighs until she grabbed my head roughly and pushed it into her cunt. I licked up and down her crack as I worked two fingertips inside her, and soon I was licking her clit vigorously as I ran two fingers smoothly inside her. She soon came.I stood up long enough to strip for her, my cock fully erect and dripping, and knelt again before her and continued sucking her. She moaned, “Oh my God, don’t stop,” so I didn’t. She had two more quick orgasms, tightening almost painfully around my fingers; she pushed my mouth away each time, but I left my fingers working inside her as I kissed her thighs, and soon her pussy would start pulsating regularly and I would start sucking her again. After fifteen minutes I could tell she was building to a massive climax. She was at the point I had realized was the tensing up just before release, squeezing my head with her thighs as she arched her back, so I stood up and mounted her. She screamed, “God, yes!” as I pushed in her to the hilt on my first stroke, and I groaned as I felt as if I were plunged into a cauldron. She locked her thighs around my waist and thrust hard against me stroke for stroke as I pistoned hard into her. Her orgasm seized her in less than a minute. I somehow managed to ride out the storm without losing control; her cunt tightened around me as she battered me like a heavy surf, and as she groaned, I felt a flood of her juices spraying onto me. As I continued pumping smoothly into her after she had collapsed, she stared into my eyes as my eyes devoured her body underneath me. “You didn’t come?” “Not yet,” I said. “Do you like what you see?” “God yes.” She smiled. “You like black women then.” I tried to think coherently as I rocked back and forth inside her body. “I’ve never had a preference before,” I finally said. “But you do now?” she teased. I nodded. “Your body is so beautiful. All of you.” She said, “What do you like best?” “All of you.” She laughed and said, “I think so, yes.” As I continued pumping firmly inside her, she soon was excited again and said, “God, fuck me like that, don’t stop. Keep that rhythm. Fuck me hard.” As she pushed up against me she said, “God, yes, keep fucking me with that cock of yours.” I said, “Your cunt is so tight. It’s incredible.” “Do you like fucking my black cunt?” I nodded. “God, keep giving me that white cock of yours.” I had a pretty good idea then of what she wanted me to say to her, so I looked down at her and said, “Keep fucking my white cock with that black pussy of yours. Your body is so beautiful, your tight black body. I want to shove my hard white cock all the way inside you and I want to pump a gallon of my hot white cum inside your black cunt.” I continued in the same vein, on fire for her dark body and as excited as I was embarrassed at saying such things. She replied the same way until she screeched in pleasure and came so hard I was afraid she’d pass out. With a scream I came as her orgasm started and I shot a dozen streams of cum inside her. Even though it was one of the largest orgasms of my life, perhaps the largest, I remained half erect and full of a burning fever for her body. I collapsed on top of her and caught my breath as she rubbed my hair and asked, “Did you like fucking my black pussy?” I was amazed she still talked like that, though I remained in the same mood, and said, “It was heaven.” “What do you want to do to me now?” I looked down into her eyes and said, “I want to shove my white cock down your throat and pump your mouth full of my cum.” Her eyes widened and she pushed me off her. I was afraid I had finally crossed the line, but she knelt down and took me all the way inside her mouth and into her throat in just a few strokes. She looked me in the eye as she sucked until I began throbbing. She grabbed my hands and put them on her head and let me hold her mouth in place as I drained hard into her, staring into her eyes as my fever finally subsided. When I was empty, I pushed her onto the carpet on her back and sucked her off to another strong orgasm; as she had swallowed my seed, I had no objections to doing the same. After she collapsed and lay there limp, I curled up next to her and kissed her gently. “I suppose you’ll leave now,” she said. After several seconds I swallowed my disappointment and said, “If you want me to, I’ll leave.” “You don’t have to.” “Do you want me to stay?” She blinked in surprise and said, “If you want to, you can.” “I do.” “Then please stay,” she said and smiled as I lifted her up and led her to the bed. We curled up next to each other under the covers and looked shyly at each other. “I hope that…you’re not…” I said. “Embarrassed? A little. You?” “A lot.” “Don’t be embarrassed. It’s what I wanted.” “Do you like talking like that a lot?” “Sometimes. When I’m…away from home, out of my usual circles, I get in that mood. I usually find a man who’ll go along.” “A man…any man?” She laughed, “Of course not. I find a nice respectful white man like you in the hotel bar and work my magic on him.” “A lot?” “You’re number six.” “Do the men go along with that?” “After a little time, yeah. When they know it’s what I want. It’s not easy for them though. I like that too. I make them act out the same feelings I’m having and the sex is really hot. And then they’re ashamed of themselves and leave immediately, which is usually fine with me.” “Well yeah, it’s not what you’re supposed to say.” “Which is why it makes it so damn hot,” she grinned. “In fact, you’re the first one who stayed.” She looked at me quizzically and I blushed. “You’re very beautiful,” I said, “and I like talking to you.” She smiled and we talked quietly about various things like two people on a first date. Although the color of her skin no longer put me in the mood to devour her, her face and figure remained intoxicating, and after half an hour I was hard again.
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