2 comments/ 119772 views/ 14 favorites Tabby Makes New Black Friends By: Tabby18lover Tabby Makes New Black Friends The time had come Tabby thought. She couldn't stand another night alone, listening to her roommate and her boyfriend through the wall. It had been about a month since she had broken up with Todd and she had seen no action since, except at her own hand when the sounds of Tori and Mark filled her ears. It was when Tori had left after dinner to meet Mark that Tabby had decided. Tori had left with the comment that her and Mark would be back later and that Tabby should really try to get out more. Well if that was what Tori was saying that was what Tabby would do. She was all worked up. It wasn't a steady relationship she was going after, just something (or someone) to satisfy her lust. Even thinking about it had got her wet. It had been too long. But she happened to know where there was a good party going down that night. It was across town at the flat of one of the College football players. Like a lot of those parties if you knew about it you were invited and if you were a 20-year-old shapely brunette then invitations never mattered. If she was going to get her way tonight she would have to dress for the part. This was a mission she was going on. So her little tight fitting black dress came out, as did the black lace top stockings and thong, and the black lace bra. Very nice! Then the brand new spike heeled ankle boots with little silver chains. With the right make-up Tabby was transformed into the slut for the night. Now she was ready for the drive across town. It was just two hours since Tori had left and the drive would take another 40 minutes. But Tori and Mark weren't going to be there, they were going to a civilised wine and cheese evening at the theatre. But when they got home they wouldn't be as civilised, that was why she wanted to be out. Maybe she would have a stud to bring home for a change. She set out in high spirits, the car radio playing some good party music. The cab of the car filled with her perfume. Next to her on the passenger seat was her purse with all the essentials; a small spray of perfume, a travelling powder kit, lipstick, some cash (not much), a credit card, her cell phone and a packet of condoms. There was some lose change and painkillers floating around as well. This was the dark part of town, the part none ventured out in much. The buildings were old and dingy, mainly industrial. There were a few streets of run down housing and some seedy bars and restaurants. But most people go elsewhere for their entertainment. The street lighting isn't that great and the walls of some buildings have fallen victim to the graffiti artists. It was not the place for Tabby to have a breakdown. But it happened. Her car started to cough and splutter. The power began to fluctuate and soon the tall brunette new it would stop. She would have to park it up and call a cab. Fortunately a large empty dark car park appeared to her right just as she thought the car was going to give up. Carefully she nosed it into the shadows of the car park. "Damn!" She cursed. "Now I will have to get a cab." She grabbed her bag off the seat and flicked it open. The cell phone was easy to find. A shiny slightly blue light illuminated the face when she switched it on. As she started to dial a little icon flashed at her. "Oh, shit, I forgot to charge it! This is turning into a disaster." She looked around. Just her, a broken car and a dead phone in a big dark empty car park. She tried to start the car. No luck. With a sigh she got out. There must be a phone box near by. Once she was on the street she could see a little Grill House on the other side of the road. It looked like the guy was closing up. He was standing on the sidewalk at a sandwich board sign. Tabby quickly crossed the road and ran as best she could in the little spike heels towards him. "Hey mister, hey, can I use your phone?" She panted as she stopped next to the man. He was a fat middle aged man, typical of the type of operators of these greasy grill joints. As soon as Tabby arrived he had stopped picking up the sign to check her out. "Why?" Was his simple reply. "My car has broken down and I want to call a cab," she said. "You must be late for your client eh? Dressed like that. You look too sharp for the street girls around here," he laughed. "I'm not a hooker," Tabby responded most indignantly. "I just want to use the phone." "Last slut I let use the phone after I'd closed whacked me and emptied the till. Come back when we're open." He started to walk toward the shop with his sign. "Please mister I'm stranded out here. Look you call the cab and I will wait here," she pleaded. "Sorry. Unless you are going to offer me a freebie no way," he gave a slimy smile as he stepped into the doorway. "No way!" Tabby said. "I'll find somewhere else." She started to walk away. "You could try the club over there. At least they might pay for your services." His finger pointed at the dim lights on the third floor of a building not far up the street. She was about to retaliate at his comments when the diner door closed. "Up yours to," the defiant Tabby said as she walked toward the other lit building. There was a light on the side of the building above a doorway but no signs. Tabby guessed this was the club entrance. A cctv camera was mounted further up the wall and there was an intercom fitted to the edge of the door. Tabby rang the buzzer on the door. "Yes," came a crackly male voice. "Hi, my car has broken down up the road and I was wondering if you would let me call a cab or something..." Tabby asked politely. The cctv camera whirred above her head. She could see it turning and zooming. She tried to smile nicely into the lense. "This is a private club. Why don't you try Gus' Grill over the road," the disembodied voice asked. "He's closed," she replied, deciding not to go into the recent argument. She wondered if the man was called Gus, he looked like a Gus she thought. "Just a minute," the voice said. A silence followed. At least it was a hot night. Tabby was anxious more than concerned at this point. She would still make the party. It would be better if she was a little late as that gave the others time to get into the mood. "Ok, come up to the third floor," the voice said. There was a mechanical clunk behind the door. She lent against it and t swung open. It was pitch black inside and she had to feel her way along to the stairs. Then she climbed the three floors. A faint light at the top gave enough for her to find her footing on the old carpet. At the top of the stairs was a plain door. Tabby knocked and waited. It opened and a large young black man stood there. "I just want to use the phone if that's ok," Tabby said cautiously. "Follow me," he said in a straight plain voice, his face remained expressionless. She stepped into the room. Her spike heels clicked on the polished wood floor. It was a small foyer area. Two worn chairs rested against one wall, a closed up ticket booth opening was in the wall above them. Other than a faded poster of Whitney Houston there was no other decoration. The man pushed open the next door and they stepped into a room full of light. Along one wall was a bar with a few barstools. An older black man was behind the bar, cleaning some glasses. The young man who had answered the door peeled away to return to his friends. These were another two Negro's who were standing at a wall table with glasses of beer. Another two men played pool on a large table in the middle of the room. It was hot and sticky in the small room. There were two tables near the pool table with half a dozen chairs between them. A door on one wall was simply marked toilet and another on the opposite wall, beside the bar, had no label and frosted glass window. A similar door was in the wall directly behind the bar. It all looked very old and well worn. A few posters for beer brands and pop stars (from a variety of ages) adorned the walls. Tabby walked straight to the bar, her heels announcing her arrival. She felt the eyes stare at her in the heat. Then there was a silence followed by a resumption of order. "Hi," she said at the barman, rather than to him, as he was not facing her. "I wondered if I could use your phone to call a cab?" "Sorry, no you can't," the barman said, slowly turning. Tabby thought things happened fairly slowly in this shut away world. His statement at first stunned her. A thought raced through her mind that they had tricked her into coming up. The thought of bolting for the door struck her just as the barman said: "But I could make a call for you from the phone out back." "Oh, thanks," tabby relaxed. "That would be great." "Sit there and don't move," the barman said gruffly. He turned and walked through a door at the back of the bar. Tabby looked and saw the tall barstool he was talking about. She put her bag on the counter and hoisted herself onto the simple wooden stool. All the men were dressed similarly with jeans and either t-shirts or vests. They were obviously working men. Tabby surveyed them carefully. Their sweaty bodies glowed in the light. They were all very muscular. Tabby imagined them working on the railroads or streets. They didn't look like the gang types she often associated with this area. As she looked at the array of shiny black bodies she felt herself getting a little hot. She didn't even realise that her tongue was licking her deep red lips, making them moist. She did feel uncomfortable sitting on the high stool. She wriggled and tried to straighten the short tight black dress, crossing and uncrossing her legs. The men playing pool suddenly took more interest in lining up their shots from the far end of the table, which afforded them a view up her dress each time she shifted. The sweat began to grow on all parties. The conversation between the other three men soon grew less as they too watched the slim white beauty at the bar. "Hey." The voice snapped Tabby back to some kind of reality. She spun around on the stool to face the bar. "The cab companies are all pretty busy with that big convention downtown and some other function. Looks like it will be a couple of hours wait for a cab." "What!" Tabby exclaimed. "A couple of hours. Did you try all the companies?" "I tried a few but they all said the same thing. Black and White Cabs will send one in two hours, that was the best I could do." He shrugged. "Well can I call a friend to pick me up or something?" Tabby asked. "Sure, follow me," the barman seemed to have relaxed a little. He lifted the section of bar that gave entrance to the back. "Be careful with him ma'am," quipped one of the customers. "God knows what he will do once he's got you alone out there." The thought added to Tabby's fever as she followed the older Negro through to the office, she just smiled at the comment. The office was a mess of paper and boxes. The desk was almost invisible under the weight of half completed business. A black telephone sat on the edge of the desk. The receiver was still damp with the sweat of the barman. Tabby picked it up and started to dial. "Tori here, I'm sorry but I can't take your call right now, please leave a message and I'll call right back." Yeah, right Tabby thought. She's probably already back at the house banging away with Mark. Who else? "You have reached..." The next three calls all went to switched off cell phones. Then two answering machines and a no answer. "Damn! Is no one home tonight," Tabby cursed to herself. "Can I try again in a little while?" She asked the barman as she emerged into the bar. "Well...I don't know," he started. "It's ok with us," one of the men called out. "Go on buy the little lady a drink while she waits." Not wanting to be rude Tabby smiled at the man. She walked back through to the barstool. She deposited her bag on the counter to find some cash. There wasn't much in there she knew that, maybe $50.00. If the cab turned up it would cost about half that to get back home; it would be too late to go to the party in two hours time. "Can I have an orange juice?" She asked politely, still trying to find her cash. The barman slowly poured out an orange juice. He looked across at her and smiled. "Any ice with that ma'am?" "Ah, yeah, might cool me down," she smiled back finding a $5.00 note. He passed the drink and took the note. Some change passed across the bar that she scooped into her purse. One of the men approached the bar. He stood right up next to her on the stool. He dropped his glass on the counter with a bang and slid it to the barman. Tabby glanced at him and smiled. He returned the smile. "It's going to take a little more than ice to cool you down lady," he whispered. Tabby blushed. He probably didn't notice through her makeup, but he did notice her squirm on the chair. She uncrossed her legs and crossed them back again. There was nothing she could think of to reply. Up close he looked every bit as strong and masterful as he did at a distance. All of these men were like crafted statues that glistened. Tabby had never slept with a Blackman, but being here in the presence of six wonderful bodies was making her question her judgement. The barman slid the drink back and he picked it up. He gave Tabby a cheeky wink as returned to his place in the conversation. "So what kind of club is this?" Tabby asked the barman, trying to engage in a conversation. Behind her she could hear the mutters coming from the three men standing at the wall table and the odd clink of pool balls cracking together. "A private one," the barman responded dryly. "Where the guys can shoot some pool, watch a game on the TV and not be nagged by the women-folk" Tabby nodded, wondering if this last comment didn't sum up his resentment at her presence. "Sounds cool," she said. "Many members?" "Nope, just enough really," he replied, wiping a cloth across the already clean bar top. Another of the men walked up to get a drink. He put the glass down and gave Tabby a long stare. "Hi," she said. "My name is Tabby." "Hi," came the straight reply. "Man, why do you white chicks look so good?" Again Tabby was stunned with the comment. This time she wasn't going to be stunned into silence though. "Hey, us white girls have plenty of charms and we like to show them off," she said and rubbed a hand up her stockinged leg. Her smile was both light and seductive as the barman returned the glass full to the man. Tabby emptied her orange juice as another man approached the bar. "Same again please," she said before the man could put his glass down. "I'll pay," the man said. "But put a little vodka in this one, can't have the lady thinking we are cheap niggers or something." "Um...thank you," Tabby acknowledged, closing her purse. "That was very nice of you." "Hey babe, thank you. You sure have made my night if you know what I mean," he gestured to the bulge in his pants. Tabby's eyes followed his movement and she gulped. The rough denim was bulging in an arch, stretching out the brass zipper like an obscene snake across the dark blue material. Her throat went dry. She rubbed her thighs together on the stool and felt her own dampness squeeze through the flimsy lace thong. She took a second look and then put a hand on the bar to stop herself diving for the incredible bulge she saw. A hot flush spread through her whole body. She even thought a bead of perspiration had sprung up on her forehead. She took a long sip of the vodka and orange. "Um...is there a ladies I can use?" She asked the barman as the smiling man walked back to the table. "Like I said lady, this is a man's club," the barman smiled. "But you can use the toilet over there if you like, I'll make sure you're not disturbed." She picked up the purse and walked across to the toilet. Six pairs of eyes followed her, surveying every inch of the 22-year-old brunette. She let out a deep breath as the door closed behind her. The toilet was a little grubby, but not filthy. Gus' toilet would be far worse she thought to herself. She laid the purse on the edge of the only hand basin. Above it a dirty mirror hung on the wall. Stuck in one corner was a card advertising an escort agency. She turned and went into the only cubicle. Pulling the black dress up she tugged the thong down and squatted over the toilet. She let out a large sigh. The thong was so damp and her pussy was so slippery all she wanted to do was play with herself until she was writhing in ecstasy. Another large sigh and she did her business. After carefully wiping up some splashes with a tissue she walked back through to the basin. The water from the tap was very cold as she washed her hands. Then she scooped up a little in one hand and applied it to her forehead. Oh, that felt better. Then the usual, a touch up with the lipstick, a quick check of the powder and a spray of perfume. The men's toilet would have a feminine smell tonight. Back to the bar. She had decided to ask for the phone again. Surely someone would be home. This time when she entered two of the men were leaning at the bar and the third had taken a seat at one of the tables. There were still two playing pool. One of the two men retreated to the table as Tabby approached. He smiled at her as they passed. She took another sip of her drink as she sat on the stool again. Her dress rode up a little as it caught on the edge of the tall stool. She put her hand down to smooth it out. "Leave it babe," the man at the counter said without moving an inch. "Like you said if you've got it why not flaunt it?" His big white teeth flashed a smile as he spoke. "Umm..." Tabby had no adequate reply. Another hot flush struck her body just as she blushed again. The skirt was almost at the point where the lace top of her stockings would be revealed. "I would feel more comfortable if...," she said nervously, turning to face the room. The dress bunched a little more. "If what?" He spoke quietly and placed a big black hand on her dark stockinged thigh. Her eyes darted to the hand and she moved to grab it. "No, no." He warned quietly, pulling a stool in front of her to sit at. He was now sitting blocking the view of the other men. "You need to just relax babe," he continued. His voice was soft and sensual. "We all know you are hot...real hot." The hand slid a little further up her thigh. The dress bunched up a little more, revealing the lace at the top of her stockings. "Please...," Tabby tried to protest, even though her mouth had gone dry and her legs parted a little. "The way you have been looking at us...you are just as turned on as us babe," he whispered, his hand edging to the top of her thigh under the dress. "Take a look if you like." She cleared her throat and looked down. The blue jeans were bulging, what ever lay beneath was huge. Tabby gulped. His hand moved again. Her leg twitched. Tabby felt another wave of heat flow over her body. His finger touched the delicate black lace covering her pussy. "Let me see if I'm right," he smiled again. He ran the finger the length of her slit, pressing the lace between her pussy lips, feeling her dampness. "See I was right wasn't I?" Tabby looked into his eyes. Her face was expressionless. There was nothing she could say. Slowly he pulled his hand back. The big black finger had a glistening tinge to it. Tabby looked at it in wonder. He wiped it on the bottom of the dress and lent forward to the bar. "You're fucking hot babe, I think you want a big black cock," he hissed in her ear as he picked up her drink. "Here take a cool drink." He said this in a louder voice. "If you want it I'm going to be sitting just over there." He jerked a thumb over his shoulder. "Before I go tell me babe...have you ever had a big black cock?" Tabby Makes New Black Friends "My name is Tabby...not babe," Tabby said nervously, her body was shaking and she was close to cumming right there. "We don't mention names here at the club, it's one of the rules," he replied with a smile. "Remember I will be over there. You can answer my question over there if you like." With that he stood and walked back to the table carrying his own glass. Tabby took another swig of her vodka and orange. The dress was at an angle across her thighs. The whole top of her right stocking was showing and about half the lace top on the left. Her legs remained parted. She was sure they could all see her red blush now. "Hey girl," the barman lent across and whispered as the men resumed a conversation, their eyes darting over at the beautiful girl sitting a few yards away. "You are lucky. You could be out there on the street...believe me some of the animals around here wouldn't ask. These boys are pretty good really." He turned and walked to the office. One of the pool players came to the bar. The barman returned to fill his glass. Tabby hadn't moved since the other man had left. She was almost too scared move. It was all she could do to stop herself from reaching beneath the black dress to touch her aching pussy. "You look distracted," the pool player commented, looking down at the girl. His eyes fell on her crotch, the legs slightly spread and those lace top stockings. "Mighty fine legs." "Umm...thanks," Tabby finally responded. She took another sip from her drink. It was almost empty now. "Want another drink?" He asked. "I don't think I should...." She stuttered. "Get the lady another...I'll pay," he interrupted. The barman put the glass up on the counter. Tabby at last turned and put her now empty one down. She didn't pick up the new glass but remained facing the bar. The act of turning had enabled her to smooth the skirt down. Now that the spell was broken she was able to concentrate more. "Pity you ordered that cab," the pool player said and walked away with his fresh drink. "Thanks for the drink," she remembered as he turned. Before Tabby could ask to try the phone again the man who had got the first drink was back at the counter. This time he pulled his stool close to the young girl and put his glass on the counter. "Before you ask, no I haven't had a black cock," Tabby said. "I wasn't going to ask you that," he said indignantly. "I just wondered why you wanted to wait here by yourself. Why not come over and join in with us?" "I better see if I can call someone," she said to the barman, but he wasn't to be seen. "Pick up your drink and come with me," the big man said. Tabby looked as he moved the drink toward her. A gold band on his finger signifying his marriage. "You're a married man," Tabby exclaimed. "We all are," the man laughed. "But we're hot blooded men as well. Our wives understand that." "Yeah, I bet," Tabby laughed. "Come on, come with me," his voice remained gentle and seducing. "Join your friends? I just want to ring mine to pick me up," she said it despite feeling hot again. "No...just me...I mean I love your smell." He lent forward to sniff her hair. "Very sweet." Tabby smiled at him. She squirmed on the stool and tried to act cool, like she was above all this. "No point resisting your feelings babe," he whispered. "You and I know you're hot for it. My cock is aching for it. It's a hot night and we both need some relief. Why not...?" "But you're a married man...I mean your wife should...," Tabby stammered. "Hey, my need is here and now...so is yours. You ain't ever had a black cock. Come on babe, you live once, you're young you need to live a bit." He was almost begging her. "That big old cock is just aching for your sweet little..." "Look I don't want to be rude," Tabby said. "But...." "But what?" His hand was back on her thigh, edging up her dress again. That feeling came over her. "Just pick up the drink." His hand touched her crotch having pushed the dress all the way to her waist. Tabby twitched as his big fingers touched the crotch of her thong. It was still lodged between her lips. "Well," she started to shake a little. "If you will carry the drink for me. But I won't promise I will go further than a cuddle ok? Is that clear." "Sure babe, what ever you say," he said, a wide smile beaming on his face. The stool slid back as he stood holding both glasses. The barman came to the door of the office as Tabby stood up. She straightened the dress before she turned to face the other men. The barman winked at her as she picked up her purse. Tabby wondered if he could see her flushed cheeks. The man had walked over toward the toilet door, then turned right toward the other nameless door. Tabby took a breath and hoped her legs would last that far. The spike heels clicked on the boards as she walked past the table of men and the pool table. It must have been obvious what was going to happen as the men all had broad grins. One whistled causing Tabby to shoot a stern look in that direction. "You enjoy it honey," someone said. "Help relax you." He laughed. The man was holding open the door. Tabby passed through into a corridor. There were doors going off on either side. He passed the first on the right. She guessed that it was a second entry to the office. The next on the right he stopped at and pushed open. Tabby gulped and waited in the hall until a light flicked on. "Come on babe," his voice drifted out into the hall. Tabby felt very dry in the throat, her heart was racing and her breath was short. She stepped past him into the room and veered away from the door to one side. He slipped in and closed it with his heel. It was a squalid looking room. Very plain with yellowing faded wallpaper. There was a simple double bed against the wall with a plain wooden bed-head. Two pillows lay at the head with yellow faded floral patterned covers. A yellowing stained sheet covered the mattress. Bedside cabinets were placed on either side of the bed. A single raw light hung from the ceiling. The atmosphere was very stuffy in the heat. The lone chair was the same as those in the bar. There was no other decoration, other than a row of half a dozen A4 pictures along the wall. They depicted a naked black woman being fucked by three men, two black and one white. Tabby chose to ignore them. The man moved quickly taking the two drinks to the bedside table on the far side. He moved back to the end of the bed and proceeded to kick his dirty trainers off. One skated under the bed, the other fell to one side. He grabbed the bottom of his t-shirt and tugged it up over his head, dropping it to the floor. "Hey I said a kiss and a cuddle," Tabby said as she walked along the wall decorated with the pictures to put her purse on the other cabinet. "Sorry," he said coming around behind her. She felt his hands on her shoulders as she stood back up. Once more she gasped. "But I'm sure you are really in the mood for more." His lips kissed her neck gently. One of his big hands slipped down her arm, his fingers interlocking with hers. The other hand brushed her long dark hair to one side. His lips closed on her ear, flicking the silver earring, then sucking in her earlobe. Tabby let out a low moan. "But I don't mind starting with a kiss," he whispered as he released the ear. "You see babe, I know that you need something much more than a kiss and a cuddle, don't I? You need to give up the high ground girl, give in to your feelings, discover the little slut inside." He pulled her hand back to cup his crotch as he spoke. Another moan as her hand rested on the huge bulge. He let it go and she didn't move it. Now he moved his freed hand to the hem of her dress again. Tabby tensed as he edged up under the dress, touching her stockings. He could feel the dampness. She shuffled her legs a little further apart. This time he tried to worm his finger up under the thong. It brushed across her well trimmed tuft of hair. But he was at the wrong angle to be able to penetrate her. It touched her pussy lip and she shivered as he pulled the finger back. "Feel that?" He whispered in her ear. "Feel that big cock? It is all yours...your play thing." Tabby curled her fingers around the stiff member hidden in his jeans. The hand that had just tried to enter her now moved to her waist. The other slipped from her shoulder to cup her small young breast. Then it too fell to her waist. "Sit," he commended as he guided her around to the edge of the bed. She did. As she sunk to the bed he opened his belt, then unzipped the denims. It was too much for her and Tabby gave a little shake as she came in her thong. There wasn't much room between the bed and the wall so he stepped sideways to slip the pants off, removing his socks at the same time. "Ohhh...," Tabby gasped as his shorts ballooned in front of her, a large purple cock head peering over the top of his waistband. With a finger in each side of the white cotton shorts he tugged them to the floor in one swift action. The huge black rod sprung out at Tabby making her gasp a second time. It was enormous, not in length, although its nine inches was very respectable, but in girth it was enormous. The man stood, his dark skin shimmering with perspiration, as he held his cock out for her. Timidly Tabby reached for it, letting her long slim fingers curl around the hard shaft. Every rigid vein seemed to be standing out on its surface. She stroked it up and down, feeling how big and round it was, how it throbbed in her hand. "Umm...can I..?" She started to ask. "Babe you can do what you like," he put in. With that she started to screw her hand around it more vigorously, pulling him closer to the bed as she did it. He hummed as he moved forward, his cock inches from her face. Tabby lent forward and kissed the tip of his shiny black cock. Then she stuck her tongue out, licking along the bottom ridge as she held it up with her red painted nails. He placed a big black hand against the back of head, holding it to him as she opened her mouth. She could barely get it wide enough to take his huge cock. Slowly she worked it into her mouth. He cooed as she sucked on it, her tongue running all over it. It was so big she couldn't take it all in her mouth. She just bobbed up and down on the first three inches. Tabby had only got started making passes up and down the throbbing shaft with her soft deep red lips when he halted her head. She brought her hands up to his smooth round butt in an attempt to keep him in place, but his strength had halted her. She stared up at his face. "You know there is something wrong here," he said. "Here I am buck naked letting you play with your toy and your still hiding that body from me. Shouldn't you do something about that?" "You can strip me if you want?" Tabby offered. "I'm not too good with all those clasps and buttons," he said. "You get yourself ready babe." Tabby smiled letting his cock slip from her mouth. She didn't speak, just stood and squeezed past him to the end of the bed. His cock bounced off her butt as she passed. A smile spread on his face as he climbed onto the bed, resting his head on the pillow and staring at the 20-year-old. Tabby flicked him a seductive smile as she released the long side zipper on the dress. She peeled it back and stepped out of the dress, flinging it over the chair. Then she stretched the damp thong to slip it down over her stockings and ankle boots. It joined the dress. As she was bent forward she started to undo the boots. "No, no, leave those babe," he said. "They add something for me." Tabby looked up and smiled. "You are a kinky devil." "Hardly babe," he laughed. His hand was stroking the huge cock, keeping it rock hard. Finally Tabby reached back to release the bra. Her little 34b breasts came into view and he whistled. "I like white woman's little tits," he smiled. She paused for a moment so he could take in her body. His eyes scanned up and down her, looking at her well trimmed bush and the pouting pussy lips that he could just make out. Tabby crawled onto the end of the bed, her breasts hanging from her chest. She lay next to him, her head on the other pillow. "Now where were we?" She said lowering her lips to his. The kiss was long and passionate. Her hand reached out for his cock again, stroking it slowly and deliberately. This time his hand could wander up the stockinged thigh to her waiting pussy with ease. He rubbed through the trimmed hair again before touching her clit. Tabby squirmed, parting her legs a little. He rubbed the hard, damp clit with his thumb as he hooked a big black finger into her pussy. Tabby grunted through the kiss as the finger slipped into her hot wet hole. He broke the kiss, moving his lips to her nipples, sucking and teasing them. Tabby was soon moaning again. His fingers were slipping in and out of her easily. Then he rolled toward her, slipping his fingers out of her warm snatch. Tabby's hand fell away from his hard cock as he turned. "Now I am going to have you babe," he smiled. "That sexy white pussy is mine." Using his hand he gently parted her legs a little more, rolling between her thighs. The big cock bounced on her thigh as he lay on top of her body. She groaned under the weight. Then he pushed himself up and started to guide his hard shaft toward her. "Ohhh...," Tabby groaned as the huge cock started to enter her body. The big cock was only just past her entrance when she orgasmed again. He felt her body twitch and for a moment her pussy clamped shut. One last big thrust pushed him right into her sopping wet pussy. "Argh!" Tabby cried out loudly. "Ohhh...shit!" "Fuck you're tight bitch," he said as he rested. "But I'm home now." He started sliding in and out of her tight pussy, stretching it wide with his monster cock. The big slippery wet black cock sliding almost right out before being thrust back in. His movements were slow at first, getting her use to the enormous thing filling her pussy. Then he started to gain speed, the thrust became harder and faster. Tabby groaned and moaned as he sucked on a breast, taking almost her entire breast in his mouth in one mouthful, then releasing it slowly, tweaking the nipple as he slipped off it. "This is what you really wanted isn't it?" He whispered in her ear, brushing her dark hair back and kissing the lobe and her neck as he started to give some short hard thrusts deep into her, making her body twitch. "The slut is awake." "Ohhh...please yes, yes," she responded. "Please fuck me...please." She pulled both black stockinged legs up around his waist, resting the ankle boots on his butt as it moved in and out of her hips. "That's it white slut," he said. "Take my big black meat. Let me fill your little sweet cunt with my big cock." Once more she started to twitch as he went deeper and deeper. His hard cock was bringing her to a third orgasm. He thrust up into her harder now. His own balls were starting to tighten as he pushed into this wonderful wet pussy. "Oh babe, yes. My little slut...ohhh, yes," he started to groan. He knew he was close. Still he pushed in, sweat dripping onto the girl below him. "Yes take it you little slut, take it all." He forced his cock hard into her causing Tabby to scream out again as gob after gob of hot cum spurted up into her body. Tabby grabbed the crumpled sheet in both hands as she felt him unloading his hot cum. Her pussy clamped down on the huge cock, squeezing it hard. He held his cock there for an age. "Fuck yes, fuck, fuck," he called out. "Oh, you are good." Then it was over. He leaned forward kissing her lips and stroking her long dark hair. "I told you that you were a slut wanting freedom didn't I? Did you enjoy being my slut?" "Yes," Tabby answered. "I did. You are so big." "That's right, my cock is your focus. A true slut," he laughed. "I loved fucking your cunt too." With that he slid out of her, leaving a trail of sticky white cum on the sheet. More dribbled from her stretched pussy to pool under her. He climbed off the end of the bed and took another look at the young girl spread eagle on the bed in her stockings and spike heeled ankle boots. He picked up his shorts and jeans, pulling them on his sweaty body followed by the t-shirt. "Is that it?" Tabby asked, propping herself upon one elbow and closing her legs. "You're just going to walk out?" "Yeah, you got any other suggestions? You want some more fucking? I can call one of the others in. Remember babe, I'm a married man. I enjoyed fucking you but that is where it ends. And anyway, you enjoyed fucking me too, remember that." He picked up his drink and took a sip. Then he sat at the end of the bed to put his shoes and socks on. "No hard feelings babe, I didn't say you were a slut for nothing. You were begging for it, I was just lucky enough to give it to you. If you're still around later I might feel like fucking you again. Let's keep our options open." Tabby sat up. It was true what he said. This wasn't about romance or love, it was about fucking. She smiled to herself. She thought about Tori and Mark. Tori would never do this she thought. Another smile spread on her face as she clipped the bra back on. He got up and went to the bedside table. He pulled a folded sheet out of the draw and threw it on the end of the bed. "When you've finished getting dressed change the sheet. Just toss the used one in the corner." "Where can I get cleaned up a bit?" Tabby asked getting off the bed, cum dripping from her in long sticky strings. Some hit her stockings staining them. "Top draw of your cabinet. You'll find some baby wipes. Take the used ones out with you. It's a rule," he smiled and opened the door. Tabby finished getting cleaned up and dressed alone. She took several sips from her drink as she put the new sheet on the bed. It was just as yellowed and stained as the last one. Then she walked back to the bar, her heels clicking on the floor. As she stepped into the bar there were shouts and hoots and whistles. Then all went silent. Tabby flashed them a smile as she took up her place on the barstool. On the way she dropped the little pile of used baby wipes in a bin that was against the wall. She flashed another smile at the audience. The barman was smiling broadly. "Can I try that phone again please?" Tabby asked. "Sure come through." He seemed a little friendlier now. Once more she followed him through to the office. The eyes of the other men followed her shapely butt as she closed the door after them. Once in the office she turned to the barman. "Which cab firm did you say you rang?" She asked. "Black and White," he replied. "Could you call them back and see when they will be getting here?" she smiled. In the meantime..." She pushed the papers off his desk onto the floor. "What are you doing?" He asked looking at the mess of paper on the floor. "Just making some room. I think your filing system can stand it, don't you?" She sat herself on the empty wooden desk. It had a highly polished surface, with only some patches of dust where papers hadn't lain. As she sat she hiked her dress up revealing the top of her stockings and the little black 'v' of the lace thong. The barman swallowed as he looked at the 22-year-old sitting next to the black phone. "Lady, if you want to do that you go to the room out back," he stuttered, a bulge growing in his pants. "You have been so kind to me, making calls, letting me use the phone and pouring my drinks I thought I should repay you," Tabby said softly. "Come on you don't need any old bed do you?" She licked her finger seductively and then pulled the crotch of her thong to one side and inserted the wet finger into her still swollen pussy. He needed no second invitation. He stepped forward unzipping his pants to reveal a much thinner blacker cock, but at least the same length as the last one. Tabby Makes New Black Friends "Take my thong off," she commanded as he stepped forward. It wasn't hard for the barman to obey this request. The black lace fluttered to the ground as he expertly pulled the thong the length of her long legs, stretching it to make sure it didn't catch on the spike heeled boots. Tabby laid back on the desk as he started to insert it. She moaned as he rubbed the long hard cock on her pussy first, making sure that it rubbed down hard on her clit. Once more the girl was wet. Then he put it at her entrance. There was no preliminary here, one thrust pushed it in. "Argh!" Tabby yelped as it buried deep in her. His face looked contorted as he slammed into her. The cock pushed up into her womb, sliding easily in the stretched tunnel. His hand felt her breast through the dress as he started to pump in and out of her hot body. Other than a few grunts he didn't say a word. Soon a steady slurping noise could be heard as he moved in and out of her pussy. Tabby could feel another orgasm building as he insisted on playing with her nipples through her clothes. The rough lace rubbed against her now sensitive nipples making them hard against his touch. "Ohhh...ohhh," Tabby groaned noisily as she passed the point of no return. Then there was a loud moanful groan as she clamped down hard on the long cock. She felt him shudder under his body. Another two strokes and he grabbed her hips and pulled her into him. His cock was buried deep in the girl as he shot wad after wad of hot cum deep into her. She moaned softly now as he held her. His body had gone tense as his balls shot the sticky cum into her. He stood with his cock still inside her for a good while. Then he pulled back. Some semen oozed out onto the desk and then onto the back of Tabby's dress. Suddenly she realised it was pooling under her body. "Urgh! Quick let me up," she pushed him back and clambered off the table. A quick hand on her own butt revealed she was too late, an ugly wet patch of cum was soaking through her black dress. She glanced around but there was nothing to stop the cum now dribbling down her leg. Quickly she picked up the little thong and stepped into it. "Fuck, you must have been saving that load." "Thank you, I think," the barman laughed. "Now I better tidy up in here." Tabby gave him a weak smile as she looked at the small puddle on the shiny desk. "Don't forget my call." Then she walked back out into the bar, trying to ignore the stickiness. The men were all standing as she entered the room. It appeared as if they had all walked up to bar to listen and had only just made it back to their seats. She smiled seductively at them as she returned to her side of the bar. Suddenly she felt a little embarrassment, she didn't want to stand there staring at them, but nor could she turn around with the damp spot on her dress so prominent. Her pussy was aching now and the thong was wet through and very uncomfortable. A trip to the bathroom was inn order she thought, there was a towel dispenser in there and she could use that to clean herself up a bit. Tabby started to walk to the toilet, making sure that she kept up her sexy walk for the men. As she drew parallel with them she licked her lips and smiled. At that very point one of the men stepped up to her. "Well lady, I think it must be my turn to sample your sweet pussy," he said, grabbing her arm. "Hey! Hang on!" Tabby protested. "I want to get cleaned up...I mean I need a rest...I..." Her protests were in vain as he tugged her toward the other door. Once more Tabby found herself standing in the passage with a big black man. A tingle went through her even though her pussy was so sore from the last two. He half pulled her to the bedroom pushing her in ahead of him. She stumbled and sat on the end of the bed. "Well bitch, let's get on with it," he said unbuttoning his jeans. "Get your dress off." "Wait a minute," Tabby said. "I meant it...I just can't take another cock yet. I need a break to freshen up." "Come on bitch, let's just get on with the show. I can fill the cunt of yours with or without your dress." He was now standing buck-naked stroking a ten-inch cock. Tabby gasped at the size of his huge cock. There was no way she was going to take that. "Oh, please...I...would...love...but..." Tabby stuttered as she watched the huge rod moving toward her. "Shut up bitch, you liked everyone else's cock so why not mine?" He grabbed her ankle, just above her boot and twisted her leg, forcing her onto her tummy. He pulled her back toward his stiff shaft as he knelt between her spread legs. Pushing the sticky wet dress up he tugged the thin thong strap to one side over her milky white buttock. "If I can't have your cunt, then I will take your ass." With that, and before Tabby could protest, he lined the big bulging head up at her puckered ass-hole and pushed. Tabby let out a scream as it entered. Only an inch penetrated her virgin butt. A second shove got more of it in the dry hole. Then a third buried nearly the whole shaft, expanding her small butt as it forced itself in. "Ohhh...you are tight bitch," he said as he tried to fuck her. "Please, I'm a virgin there, please be gentle with me," Tabby begged. "I will," he said, trying to get his big cock to move in her butt. The more he tried the more tabby felt a stab of electricity floe through her. The experience was hard, but she was getting turned on. Her pussy was damp as he started to fuck her butt more vigorously as she relaxed. His hands crept up onto her breasts, playing with them through her dress. As Tabby grew close to her orgasm she reached up and unzipped the dress letting it fall loosely around her body. This gave him access to her breasts. He tugged the bra cups down under the little 34b's and started to feel them and squeeze them in his hands. "Ohhh..." Tabby groaned as his big hard cock pumped in and out of her ass. She had two orgasms during his long fuck. It seemed to go on forever as he fondled her breasts. Then she felt his cock tighten. His breathing became shallow and he held her butt still against her with one hand while squeezing hard on her breast with the other. His cum pumped up into her butt methodically as if being injected in wad at a time. "Man you are a sweet fuck bitch," he aid as he slid away from her, letting his cum seep out. "I wish my old lady fucked that good." Tabby fell forward on the bed exhausted. The yellowing sheet was all crunched up under her body and she could feel more cum staining the dress. The smell of sex was strong in the heated atmosphere of the small room. The man was pulling on his jeans when the door opened. Tabby spun over to look up. It was the other two black men. They were standing there grinning. "Looks like it's our turn now," one of them said. "What? I've got to rest," Tabby protested. "Come on babe," the man said sitting beside her. "You are one hot little girl. You can take on more than just us six." "I..." Tabby started. "You know you want to feel a big cock inside you," the other man whispered seductively in her ear. "A big cock like mine." His hand started to unzip his pants. "I know you need us babe, want us," the other man hissed in her other ear, his hand resting on her breast, inside her dress. Then he nibbled her ear. "Come on babe, let's help you out of that dress." Tabby smiled as he peeled a shoulder strap off. There was no resistance as the second strap came down. Meanwhile the other man was on his knees between her legs, licking up the black stocking. Tabby twitched a little as he got to her dirty thong. He pulled it to one side. The drying semen from the other men didn't seem to concern him as his tongue dipped into her pussy, finding wet once more. "Ohhh...god," Tabby groaned as he started licking and plucking at her clit, flicking it with her tongue. Once again her orgasm grew. Her hips were bouncing as the other man kissed her deeply, his hands touching her nipples. The man licking her started to ease her thong down, pulling it clear of her boots to fall at the end of the bed. He then tugged the dress off. The other man kept up his kissing and touching while the man between her legs stripped his own clothes off. Tabby reached for the man's cock as he kissed her. She started stroking it up and down. Then there was a cock at her entrance again. It was the man who had licked her to orgasm. She parted her legs, lifting her knees to plant the little spike heels firmly on the bed. He spread her pussy as he entered her. The cock was big and hard. She could feel it throbbing deep in her as he stroked it in and out of her. Above her she could see the other big black cock dangling over her face. It was clear what was expected. The 20-year-old took the big thick cock into her mouth, sucking on the head a little before encasing the whole nine inches of throbbing stiff meat. Soon they were all rocking, fucking and licking. Tabby could feel drips of sweat hitting her unprotected breasts and torso as they pumped her body. In and out of her juicy pussy the man pushed. The other let her work her mouth on his hot cock. As they moaned and pushed and licked and sucked and stroked Tabby became aware of another man in the room. It was the man who had first seduced her. He was standing naked next to the bed tugging on his huge thick cock, a wide white smile on his dark face. The other bar patron, who had taken her anal virginity, stood nearby also stroking his cock. The little room soon became unbearably hot and sticky. Tabby could feel her own sweat flowing down her cheeks as the fucking got harder and harder. All of a sudden the man between her legs let out a yell and shot his cum into her already impregnated pussy. He pulled back letting more of his hot cum hit her trimmed bush and the top of her thigh. As the man stood back the man with the huge wide cock took his place. He pushed in easily, giving Tabby another orgasm as he did. Then he started again. She groaned at his huge size. Just as this started the man at her head couldn't hold back. He fired his load into her mouth. She gulped and swallowed, nearly choking at the long sticky shots of cum that invaded her mouth. He pulled back, wiping his still hard cock on her chin and cheek. Some cum bubbled on her lips as the man beside her shot his load up over her breasts, face and hair. Finally the man who started it all finished with a hard push and loud grunt. More cum filled her sore pussy. One by one the men dressed and walked back out of the room. Tabby was slow to get up. She felt a little stiff and sore. Cum soaked her hair and breasts. She was sitting in a pool of it. This time at least her dress was safe. "Come on babe, get yourself dressed your taxi has arrived," it was the man who first took her to the room. "Thanks," she said, not sure what to say really. "Hey, you were one fine white cum-slut," the big black man said. "I told you that all you wanted was cock. Do you think you got enough?" "Ah...yeah...thanks...I think...I..."she stammered as she pulled the thong on and felt the dampness ooze through it. She repositioned the bra cups, more cum oozed through the fine black lace. "No need to thank us, we all got what we wanted," he smiled. "You better get going, that taxi won't wait forever. I'll tidy up here." "Um...ok...thanks," Tabby smiled back as she zipped up the little black dress with the cum-stain on the back. She walked and part staggered for the door. The passage seemed very long. Then there were the stares from the bar. "Hey thanks." "Call again." "Hope you enjoyed it as much as I did." Were some of the comments she had to endure as she picked up the purse from the bar and walked down the stairs. It was only after the door slammed shut behind her that she realised what she must look like with streaks of cum in her hair and on her face and the smell of it everywhere. The cab driver ignored her state as she climbed in the back seat. He had picked up the whores from this club before. If he played his cards right he might get an interesting tip. He drove off with a grin on his big black face.