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Welcome! I see now that your mind is just as dirty as mine, and you want my
stories just as much as I want to write them for you. I hope my newest
adventure meets your needs and exceeds your expectations… May I present to you
Enjoy!
Super was a rapper I met at a
fashion event a few years ago. I'm no groupie, but when he walked up behind me
slipped his hands around my waist and whispered in my ear, "let your boy
squeeze through I'm performing next," all I could think about was going
for a ride on that tour bus. And to my surprise it wasn't hard to make that
happen.
My sister, the amazing Ms. Falon
designer extraordinaire, gives me V.I.P passes when I attend her events so I am
able to get around all of the security check points with ease. I usually used
my credentials to get back stage and sneak a peek at the male models
changing. Aht aht aht no judging! We all have our temptations and our secrets.
You know what I would find if I dug around in your mind's closet so quiet down
and read on! This time I used my pass to get something else I so desperately
needed.
I met him in the hall after his
performance. I brushed past his entourage and grabbed his hand as he rushed
through the crowd. He was startled for a second but when he looked at me he
slowed all the way down. He leaned his ear to my lips, and I bit it.
Just a little! I wanted to get his full attention you know make an
impression. And then I asked "so what was that you said about squeezing
through?"
He smiled. Not just any old smile,
one of those "girl you bout to get it" smiles that let me know
he understood what I was there for. He inner laced his thick chestnut fingers
between mine and pulled me down the hall with him. We were headed toward his
dressing room I could see it in the distance but I decided to stop by the
ladies room first. He let me go expecting to wait outside for me and I motioned
for him to follow me in. That got another one of those smiles out of him!
I locked the door behind us,
and backed him into a stall. He sat down and looked up at me all wide eyed and
excited like a kid in a candy store. He didn't know what to expect! I unbuckled
his pants and there it was, long and strong! I was impressed. When he
pushed up on me earlier that night I didn't feel much. I was expecting small,
medium at best. I had plans for smedium! Tricks up my sleeve! Now here I
am locked in a stall with Super and XXL with no plan of action!
I stared at it for a long while
trying to decide what I wanted to do. I mean I wasn't afraid of it. I just
planned a big performance you know. He performed for me up on stage and I just
wanted to return the favor. I was an acrobat on the little ones. I could make
my ass clap when it was medium. But big boys like that had to be handled with
care.
I laughed to myself thinking
of the Lil O song Super had just sampled on stage,
"Bet She Can't Do It On
The Dick." I laughed because dammit bitch I couldn't! Not my proudest
moment.
I couldn't just stand there I had
to do something, so I pulled up my dress and let him get a peek at the kitty.
Don't start with that "so you're just running around with no panties
again" foolery. You should be used to this by now! I don't wear panties I
don't wear panties I don't wear panties! Now Focus! I hadn't shaved in a couple
of days so I was a little furry, and he liked that furry free Kitty under my dress.
He reached up and stroked that little cutie like she was a real cat!
Girl! His touch brought me back to
myself. When he touched me I felt all of his pent up energy. I was in for a
treat, and I was ready.
I climbed up on top of him. He did not
protest. I rode him like I was an original black cowgirl, like I had something
to prove. I never rode like that before. I haven’t ridden like that since. I don’t
expect to ride like that again.
The way Super looked at me as I
slid up to the tip and tightened my grip on that back stroke had me about to
tap out.
I'm not the type of bitch to get
mine and go, oh no I aim to please! After much debating with myself on whether
I wanted to cum now or later I climbed down off XXL turned around and gave him a little bit of
that reverse cowgirl action! No anal you freaks get your mind out my ass hole!
It was still all tight wet pussy! I just had to focus. I wasn't going to let
his eyes get the best of me.
I backed into Super and took as
much of him as I could. It wasn't long before I felt his body tighten up.
I felt good! I did that!
I jumped off grabbed XXL with both hands and braced
myself for the eruption. Messy Messy Messy! There was so much sticky creamy cum
all over the place I wanted to leave a tip for the person who would have to
come behind us and clean up our mess.
Super pet my kitty like she had
been a good girl. She had performed like a star! I was proud to call her my
own!
We stayed like that in the stall
for a long while. Quiet and satisfied! When I finally gathered myself I was
prepared to fix my dress, tighten up my bun and go on with my life. I mean I
did just fuck this man I didn't know in a bathroom stall after his
performance at a fashion show! No way he was wifing me. I smiled at him and
headed toward the door but before I could get it open he snapped out of the
trans my pussy had him in and said "so that's it? no kiss, no hug? No call
me tomorrow? No thank you Mr. Super for that incredible bathroom dick? I
suppose my money’s on the dresser or in this case the sink I guess?”
I started to get a little
embarrassed. All the shit I had already done and this part was embarrassing
me! "Oh so you that type of bitch," he said as he buttoned his
pants and adjusted his belt.
"Bit.." I started, taken
aback by his use of the word bitch. He continued to talk right over me.
“Okay. Well if you change your mind
and want to be a better bitch, you know, the type that’ll at least takes a
nigga out to eat to make him feel like less of a hoe I'm in town all weekend.
Let me put my number in your phone." I still a bit confused by his
reaction found myself slightly interest in seeing where this could go. I handed
him my phone and he called himself from it.
I thought for sure he was just
being nice, like any good dude would be after delightful bathroom sex with a
random person. I was shocked when he text later that night. I was even more
shocked when he text me the next night and even more so when he called me
before he left, and asked if he could fly me out to his house in Memphis.
We ended up going on several dates
taking a few trips and even attempted monogamy for almost a year. Now we just
have really good sex every time he's in town. He took a hoe moment and made it
worth remembering. Super is a star in my book of exes. And my pussy was Super's
Star!
That's all for tonight my friends. Don't
forget to get your copy of That One Time
Capri's Diary, My debut book, available NOW on Amazon, and come back
tomorrow for another sexy story time with yours truly
PM Alford (Unleashed)