picked up by a black guy

[Frenchgirl]

I stood next to the dancefloor. I didn't want to dance. I just stood there with a cocktail in my hand. I was dressed in a mini skirt and a top. A black man of middle age came next to me.

"Hi there, goodlooking, what's up." he said.
"Oh, nothing,just chilling out; talking it easy." I said.

"You're on a holiday, then." he asked.

"Yeah, I am." I replied.

"Alone, or with somebody special." he asked.

"Well, I have this boyfriend or better I a lover, but he is always busy. He's a businessman, you see." I said;

"Oh, and is this business men here." He asked.
"No, he is back in the hotel. He didn't feel to go and join a beachparty." I said;

 

[pita1978]

"at the hotel, eh?" He grinned. "Wanna dance?"
"Well, I..."
The black man didn't waited an answer. He grabbed her arm and pulled her among the other dancers. He was tall and muscled, wearing old shorts and a dirty T-shirt. He smelled of sweat, tobacco... and sex.
He gripped her tight, his strong hands on her ass, involving her in a sensual, frantic dance. She could feel his hardness against her tummy. Her head turned, because of the drinks, the music, the heat of that body pressed against hers.

 

[Frenchgirl]

Martina

The black man took me by the arm and pulled me on the dance floor. I didn’t feel to object since he was tall and muscled and I had drunk to many cocktails. He immediately grabbed me tight and laid his hands on my bottom. As we danced I could smell his sweat. But I didn’t care because there was something animal like about him that I liked. This was no sophisticated man, the kind of men I’m used to date. His hands groped my bottom.
“You could a nice ass, lady. What’s your name?” he asked.
“I’m Martina.” I said.

He pushed his body close to mine and I felt his hardness. Normally the men I date would try to hide their lust, but this man not. He didn’t try to hide he wanted to have sex with me.
I was quite surprise to feel his manhood pressed against his trousers against my tummy. It was big and I mean, real big. He had an enormous cock. His hands on my bum made some circular movements, opening my ass crack.
“So, what is your name?” I asked him. By this time I was quite impressed by him.
“That doesn’t matter.” He said and then kissed me on my face.
“Are you always that fast with girls?” I asked him I hesitated to kiss him.
“Always.” He replied.
My resistance fell off me and I couldn’t but kiss him. Meanwhile he had me led away from the dance floor.
He turned me around and pressed his body to my back. We walked away from the party.
“where are you talking me?” I asked him

 

[pita1978]

The black man

The black man led her along the sea shore. He passed an arm around her shoulders, and started to fondle her small, firm breast with his hand. He felt her nipples hardening under his touch. This girl was different from the white girls he used to know, arrogant bitches who llooked at him with disdain, like he wasn't worthy of licking their feet. She seemed to like his rough advances. How far would she go? Would she not only lick his feet, but even his dick? He was curious to discover it.

Every now and then he stopped and kissed her, filling her small, soft mouth with his tongue. When they reached an isolated cove, he undressed himself without a word. Naked in front of her, his huge cock fully erect, he said: "C'mon, let go to swim!"