0 comments/ 16094 views/ 3 favorites Liz and James By: chasingDan While I was strolling through the grocery store, I noticed him checking me out while we were both in the soup isle. I had seen him on the other side of the store, and thought he was cute while he was reading a box of cereal, but I didn't give it much more thought. But when I caught him staring at me, I just returned the look with a smile, pretending that I hadn't busted him staring at my ass. I kept on shopping, moving slowly enough that he could follow, when I finally found what I needed. There were no other shoppers in the aisle, so in my usual devious and flirtatious fashion, I bent over straight legged to grab a can from the bottom shelf. I knew that he was not far behind me, and that I was sure he was watching my every move and that little stunt would have him definitely salivating. I'm told that I have "killer legs" by men, so I always try to wear something to show them off. I'm 5 ft 8, most of which is leg. That day I was rushed for whatever reason, so I threw on one of my curve fitting Nike sport tops and a pair of black leggings that were practically painted on. They were so tight fitting that a quick glance in the mirror revealed that they gave me the famed 'camel toe' that guys loved to gossip about. Yup, anyone could certainly see the entire outline of my labia all right. My butt generally showed my complete wedgie as the only types of panties I wear, if I wear, are thongs. So, my ass was displayed quite nicely too, I must say. I was sure that this guy following me in the store was instantly drawn to me because of my asset. I wasn't prowling for men at the grocery store, but when I had the opportunity, why not play around a little; I loved teasing guys. After I stood back up with the can in my hand, he pulled his cart next to mine. "Oh yeah, that's really good." He said of the soup I'd picked. "I get that one a lot. The Cajun rice is really good too, but only if you like spicy." "I love spicy." I answered. "Thank you for the suggestion." "Anytime. My name is James . You are....?" James replied. "Liz. I'm Liz. Nice to meet you James." I said as we shook hands. "Do you usually shop here?" I asked. "No, not usually. But I was headed this way and I needed a few things anyway. Do you?" "Yes. I live close by." I said. We continued our chit chat for a while before saying goodbye. I thought he was really nice. He seemed fairly quiet. Not that quiet, after all, I hadn't forgotten that he was staring at my ass just before we met. But I still liked him. I wished that we would have gotten each other's numbers, but neither of us made the effort. I picked up a few more things and headed for the checkout. As the bag boy just placed the last item into my cart, and started to ask if I needed help carrying the stuff out, James walked up to me and said he almost forgot and gave me his business card with his phone number on it. I was all smiles when he did that. He told the kid that we wouldn't need any help, and then we strolled out together. I just loved a take-charge kind of guy. We talked some more outside on the way to my car and I wrote down my number for him. He just seemed trustworthy, so I didn't mind that he helped me to my car. Besides, I was excited that he obviously saw something he liked. He was tall and handsome with a very short afro haircut, and had a great looking ass in his jeans. We had all of my stuff packed into my car and we stood face to face with the car door between us. We said a few more words and finally—thankfully--James asked me out for a date. I accepted. I got into the car and left happy and giddy and feeling feminine. James phoned just when he said he would. I had been two days since we met, and I was anxious to see him again, this time under more personal circumstances. He asked where I'd like to go and what I'd like to do and I replied that maybe a bite to eat and perhaps some dancing would be nice. He agreed. I got myself all dolled up and ready for James to pick me up at 7. Just before 7, he rang the bell. I was done getting ready, but I played the usual game of sit and wait with my date. I opened my door and there was this hot guy in a suit standing there smiling. He looked better than I remembered which was great anyway. We both said hello. "Hi James. Come on in." "Thanks. You look incredible Liz, wow!" "Oh thanks! You're looking really good too. Well, why don't you have a seat for a few moments while I finish getting ready." I said. "Great and take your time. There's no rush." He replied. I always take my time, I thought. Maybe it was a bit childish, but I liked making my dates wait for me. It was kind of like the price if admission. No guy ever complained. I went into my bedroom and closed my door. I actually did finish a little extra touches on my makeup, but I was pretty much just teasing this poor guy in the next room. He was very patient. All of the black guys I've dated were the same way. They were always polite and accommodating. Some other men were not quite as easy going. They would say little things like "you know, we really have to get going" ect... Black guys just waited for you and didn't say a word. After about ten minutes, I got tired of my little game and went back to the living room where James was sitting patiently waiting for me. He was so cute just sitting with his hands folded in his lap. "All set!" I announced. James eyes followed me across the room as I made my way into the kitchen to grab my keys. I knew he'd like how I looked. From experience, I happen to know what black guys like women to wear. I wasn't this guy's girlfriend, I hardly knew him, but I thought I'd wear just the right combination of items to really get his attention. I have long brunette hair, so I tied it up into a bun. I wore a tight blue minidress that had a hem that was just past my butt. The front showed a fair amount of cleavage, but not slutty. I have a naturally large bust that makes any dress look small anyway. And I wore a pair of five inch platform heels to match. I thought he'd be more than satisfied, and I guessed right. James got up from his seat as I moved to the sofa, and without making a fuss, or embarrassing my new friend, I'm pretty sure that the lump in his slacks was a hard on. A guy probably wouldn't understand it, but I'm flattered about those small details. I grabbed my handbag and we went to his car. He had a nice, new BMW that was black, with black leather. It was awesome. I'm not a superficial kind of girl, but it was beautiful. James opened the door for me, very politely. I started to have a good feeling about him. I even had a tiny bit if nervous butterflies in my stomach. The seat was big and comfortable, so I took off my shoes and curled my legs under me. I had never been in such a nice car like that, and I was sure that James must be doing alright to afford a ride that nice. Well, that was double good for me, because he was really handsome too. We talked some more during the ride to the restaurant. "So what do you feel like eating?" He asked. "I haven't made up my mind yet, but I'm thinking pasta." I answered. "Pasta sounds good. Maybe I'll have that too." "Are you ready to dance afterwards?" "Oh yeah. I love to dance. I hope you can keep up with me!" I said jokingly. He was in good shape; of course he could keep up. I was beginning to wonder how well he would keep up in bed also. Having been with quite a few black guys, I already knew the answer to that was yes! I thought to myself, perhaps I'd find out tonight. We arrived at the restaurant and were seated. We both had pasta dishes, sampling each other's dinner. It was very comfortable there with him. He was confident, attractive, and made me laugh. I assumed that he had money; this was getting better by the minute. I decided not to have any drinks at dinner. I was waiting until we went clubbing to drink. Dinner was great. We grabbed the car and headed for a club that I knew of and had been to before. James told me that he went there frequently, but he never saw me there. I had been there twice before, both times with black guys. There may have been one black guy with a black girl, other than that, the club was exclusively black men and white women. People had sex off to the side in the darker spots, in the bathrooms, and I noticed many tables with a guy with his head back, and the girl's purse on the chair, because she was under the table blowing him. I never did that, but I did get a little fresh on the dance floor. James looked a little nervous after suggesting we go there. He had no idea if I was ok with the whole relationship thing, or that I merely found him attractive, regardless of his race. Lucky him, it was both for me. I thought he was a very handsome guy, whatever color he was. Of course, I also really liked the whole black and white thing too. I knew black guys were great lovers, and I got chills whenever I thought about a black man taking me sexually. We got a table between a gorgeous blonde woman and her date, and another table with a girl under it. It couldn't be helped. It was the only one available that moment. I only planned to dance and have a good time. James seemed to want the same thing too. We ordered drinks and tried to have a conversation, but it was just too loud, so I put my bag down and told James to wait there as I strolled out onto the dance floor. One of my favorite songs was playing and I wanted to give him a little show; to show him what I've got. I performed a little for him, touching myself and all for maybe five minutes before signaling him to come to me with my finger. James practically jumped out of the chair to meet me. We danced until the song finished. Perhaps the evening was moving too fast, but the next song was a real get down and dirty tune that I'm sure strippers enjoyed. I had my back against his chest and gyrated up and down, rubbing my body into his. James held onto my waist, grinding his hips against my ass as hard as he could. As we moved and rotated our hips together, his grip on me changed to my belly. I had my arms in the air with my head leaning back onto his shoulder. It was a very sexy position and we were both expressing our obvious attraction to each other without words. The DJ ended the song by mixing it into another. That song was even dirtier, where most of the couples on the floor were more or less fucking on the dance floor with their clothes on. One couple in the center of the crowded floor, I was certain was having sex. The girl had on a short skirt, and was being held with her ass tightly against the guy's hips. It was dark except for the colored lights flashing, but I think he had his cock in her the whole time. Not like anyone cared; a bunch of couples were having sex in different places there. It got me hot just thinking about it. One part of the song, all of the girls, including myself, were bent over with the guys holding onto their asses, and bumping into them mocking doggie style. James was pounding himself into me, while I was holding onto my ankles. For the first time that night, I actually felt his hard cock against my body. I knew that it was just dancing, but all of the girls there knew why they were there. James and I left the floor after that song, sweaty and heavy breathing. "That was so much fun!" I said. "Me too. You sure can move out there." James replied. "What about you? You're a great dance partner." I said. "You're a really sexy woman. That was great." James got the waiter's attention, and ordered more drinks. We sat at our table and people watched while we rested. I wanted to dance more, so when we finished, James led me back onto the dance floor. The club was packed with people. There were a lot of gorgeous women there, some of which looked like models. It was evident that more and more girls were falling for black men. I was one I them and I knew why, of course. It was just really fun and different and erotic. We danced to a bunch if songs before they played a slow song. James held me tightly as we moved slowly across the floor. My cheek rested against his cheek, despite him being about five or six inches taller, with my heels on. He kept his hands around me, while other guys were kissing their girls deeply, and fondling their breasts. He kept it clean, and that's kind of how I wanted it, at least at that time. When the song ended, we left the floor again. It was past midnight and James had caught me yawning a few times already. He paid our bill and I grabbed my bag, and he led me out of the place. We stood outside for a moment before getting his car. There were people waiting in line to get in. "My ears are ringing!" I shouted to him. "Me too, but it was great." He replied. "Oh I had a great time. Let's definitely do that again." I said. We got in his car and he took me home. The entire ride, I thought should I invite him in, or not. I wanted him badly. I looked over at him and I didn't get the feeling that he was expecting anything. He was just taking a date out for a good time and that was it. At least I thought that. When we got to my place, James parked at the curb. We chatted at little before he asked if he could kiss me. Instead, I got out of my seat and went to him. We made out for a long time in the car, before I stopped and asked him to if he wanted to come inside with me. He smiled and moved his car to a spot. We both got out and when he walked around to my side, we resumed our kissing against the car. While I was leaning against James, I felt his hard dick pressed against my tummy. He held hands with me, and pulled himself away for a moment. "Are you ready for what that means?" He asked looking me in the eye with a faintly detectable grin. "Uh huh." I answered. "I know exactly what it means." I grabbed his hand and pulled him away from the car, and led him to my apartment. When I opened the door and went it, I dropped my purse on the sofa. I asked James if he wanted a drink or anything. He said no as he followed me to the kitchen. I grabbed a glass and got some water. "That was quite a workout, whew!" I said. James didn't waste a lot of time. He removed his jacket, threw it over the chair, and came up behind me and started to kiss the back of my neck. I felt his hot breath blowing down my back as he slid his big hands around to my tummy. I guided his hands up to my tits and let out a quiet sigh. James squeezed and caressed my tits, and I threw my head back to meet his lips. We kissed like that for a moment before he turned me around and embraced me completely. I had my arms around his neck while James' wandering hands slid from my lower back down to my ass. That's when he joined the rest of the men I'd been with and told me how perfect my ass was. I knew it, and loved to hear it from guys. "Thank you," I said just before I whispered "I want you" into his ear. Once again, I grabbed his hand and led him to the sofa. James and I kissed again next to the sofa and then he gently pushed me onto the cushion, so that my butt was on the edge and my feet were still on the carpet. He got down on his knees between my legs and shoved his face between my tits. He kissed me starting from there, down my belly, and stopping to kiss my mound through my dress. I had my eyes closed as he reached up under my dress and proceeded to pull my panties down and off over my shoes. I thought he was the kind of guy who liked them on during sex, so I left them alone. James began pulling my dress up when I decided to help him by lifting my ass up and pull the dress up with him. There I was, wide open legs with another black man between them and so turned on, my pussy was sloppily dripping juices down across my asshole. James dove right into my pussy with his face, burying his lips and tongue into my hole. His hot tongue lapped up my juices and finding his way up to my clit. I could no longer be silent and started to moan. "Oh that feels soooo good!" "Keep going baby! Gentle baby! Gentle!" "Yes, that's it! Right there, right there!" I'm always very verbal during sex. I can't help it. When a man finds the right spot, I tell him. James was no different. He had my tiny clit between his lips and was gently sucking on it, driving me to my limit. Right when I was sure I was going to cum, James thrust his fingers inside of me, resulting in an orgasmic explosion for me. "Ooohhhh..........uhhhhhhhh!" I squealed out loud from my engorged dark red lips, shivering from the complete nervous overload. James kept working on me by circling my clitoris with his tongue. I finally had to pull him off of me, as I could barely breathe after a blackout type orgasm. He took his fingers out of me and layed his face on my thigh looking up at me. "That was a big one!" He said. "Oh my god! It was incredible. Can you do that again?" I responded. "As many times as you like baby!" That was the right answer. As I lay there with my eyes closed, a total mess after that one, James had just removed his shirt and stood up to take off his slacks. I waited for his clothes to hit the floor before sitting back up on the edge of the couch. He stepped forward between my legs, his cock standing straight out for me. It was huge and a really dark. I reached up grabbing his balls and pulled his big cock into my mouth. Almost immediately, I needed to swallow his precum that had poured out into a puddle on my tongue. I looked up at him and we met eyes; he was enjoying the show. His penis continued growing. He was huge, almost scary for a girl. I always wonder how it was going to fit inside my little frame, but I managed. I popped his cock out of my mouth so I could suck on his big, loose, hairless balls. I sucked both of them all the way into my mouth, sealing my lips against his skin. James certainly liked it and made him moan out loud. After I popped his balls from my lips, James pushed me back down onto my back on the sofa. I knew he was ready to stuff his big cock in me any moment. He parted my legs and pushed forward against me. The instant he worked his cock into my pussy, I clamped my legs around him. At first, he gently began fucking me and I felt his dangling balls resting against my ass whenever he pressed forward. He filled my body up with his cock, leaving no empty spaces at all. When I looked down at myself, I could only see my pussy lips spread wide apart, squashed up against his pubic area as his giant cock was buried as far in me as it could possibly go. When I saw that, I let go and came again. My little pussy's contractions desperately trying to clamp down on his cock, an impossibility as it was stretched beyond its limits. I've learned that the more I'm stretched during an orgasm, the harder and longer lasting my contractions are. So far, black guys are the only ones that really push me over the edge the way I need it. And the fact is that their sexy dark skin contacting my pale white skin is far past simply being taboo. It's very true. Once you've had a black man take you, you'll never want to go back. James continued fucking me in that position for hours it seemed. I came many times before he was ready. "It's comin baby! It's comin!" He shouted. My ankles were high in the air with the straps on my heels dangling about. He was crashing into me forcefully as he built up for his orgasm. My entire body shook, and my skin on my front moved in waves from each impact of his pelvis thrusting against my body. I never really regained my senses. I was in a state of continuous orgasm while James violently pummeled my helpless body. "That's it baby! I'm comin now!" He hollered. James held onto my legs tightly, sealing himself to my body. I wrapped my arms around his neck while he flooded my vagina with his sperm. With each spurt of semen, he sounded out with a loud "uh!" He did that a dozen times, so I knew that he'd cum a whole bunch. I lay there motionless, unable to respond; I was a mess. Liz and James I recall waking up with James sitting next to me, gently caressing my belly, and my breasts, rubbing my skin with his hand. He had fucked me into unconsciousness. I was comfortably still laying on the sofa when I opened my eyes to see him looking over me. I smiled at him signaling my satisfaction without having uttered a word. When I finally decided to sit back up, I looked down at my poor little abused pussy, and the large white puddle of his cum on the cushion, the floor, and a bunch still trapped inside of me. I was sore and messy, but I was in heaven. We spent the night together and we had sex again in the morning. After a shower, he left and we talked on the phone later that day, making plans to see each other again. We saw each other every day for the next week, going to lunch, dinner, walking in the mall, lots of things. I really liked him a lot despite our conversations being kind of superficial. When Friday night came, we decided to go to that dance club again. I couldn't wait. We had such a fun time the last time we were there. I wore my sequined halter top showing a bare midriff with a short skirt, and had my hair up in a bun again. I knew that would get James' attention and probably every other male in the place. This time, we had to wait in the line outside, as it was super crowded again. We chatted about things and held hands while we moved through the line. He had to sense that I really liked him; it must have been pretty obvious. My eyes were glazed over whenever he looked into them, like a love sick school girl. I felt that he liked me too. James was learning the details of me every time we would talk. He knew that I was a slightly lazy and I could be somewhat airheaded at times, but that didn't stop him from seeing me. I think he liked that part of me the most. I knew that he was looking for a serious relationship, and that he loved kids. We had only been seeing each other for a week, but we were definitely becoming closer. Finally, we got in. James led me around the busy club until he found a table off to the side, away from the dance floor. I think he really enjoyed parading me around the club anyway, and I certainly turned a few heads. A girl took our drink order, and I leaned over to James and began kissing him. He looked hotter to me that night. Maybe it was my possessive instinct having been surrounded by many other good looking women and unescorted black men in that place. Our drinks arrived, and I gulped down half of mine quickly. It was so yummy. I got a buzz right away, as I happen to know that the bartenders make the girls' drinks stronger to get better tips from the guys. That was a great plan, because loading the club up with tipsy women was exactly what all the men wanted. I was already horny and my strong cocktail made it worse, while it was good for James, because the whole time we were sitting there, I kept picturing that woman in my mind from our last visit, going down on her date at one of the tables. It got me excited thinking about doing that to James. What would he think of me if I did it? I was in a very aggressive mood, and now would be as good a time as ever, I reasoned to myself. I put my lips to his ear and whispered to him. "You look so delicious that I could eat you." "I'm so hot right now baby. I need it now." "Mind if I suck your cock?" He just nodded and didn't make a sound. A little to my surprise, James slid his chair back, giving me room to get down on him. I took a cursory look around us to see if it'd be all right and could get away with this. Although there were people next to us on both sides, they were pretty busy themselves, and it was so dark anyway, so I knew it was going to work. I got out of my chair, stood between James and the table, and quietly slipped down to the floor on my knees between his legs. He quickly undid his pants and slipped them down with his boxers, just enough that I was able to get full access to his cock. I felt so dirty. I became that woman; that black cock slut who did such stunts. I was sort of hidden under the small table with the black tablecloth obscuring most of me, except of course, my head. I was committed to this, and the alcohol subdued my better judgment at the time; thank goodness for alcohol. So I grabbed his cock, and went to work. I was pulling on him using my usual "candy cane" style while I thrust my mouth down onto his penis as far as I could. I didn't need to worry about all of those nasty slurping sounds, because it was pretty loud from the music. At first, James was trying to sit and act like nothing was unusual to remain unnoticed, but each pull on his cockhead with my cheeks and tongue ended that right away. He had his head back in the chair and was slumping down. When someone walked by and happened to look at our table, they'd notice what I was doing; a head bobbing up and down in a guy's lap. I had forgotten about being self conscious long ago, and I had my eyes closed concentrating on making James cum. I switched hands on his cock, and reached under him pulling an overflowing handful of balls up with my palm. I wanted to provide as much stimulation for him as I could to take him over the edge and it happened. Without any warning, James started spurting his load into my mouth. I kept my lips sealed around him, while slowly pulling on his cock. I kept swallowing the whole time. He pumped such an enormous amount of sperm in my mouth I was fighting for air. I swallowed until nothing was left. I didn't want to leave a mess on his slacks when there was a way to avoid it. I finally pulled away from his dick and looked up to him as I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. I'll never forget that look of amazement he had from what had just taken place. I don't think that any other girls had done that to him, at least not in public. I slowly crawled to my chair and got back in it, then took a sip of my drink like nothing just happened. James pulled his pants back up. He didn't even have a hard on any longer. I think I sucked that out of him as well. I wasn't a mess at all, since his cock never left my lips. I had a little of his jizz on my chin that escaped, but I wiped it off with my drink napkin. I was proud of the work I'd done. I was all business, and did the deed quite well. James reached over and held my hand. "Liz, I....." "What..." "James, it's alright. You're welcome." I said to him smiling sarcastically. I blew his mind too apparently. I don't know. I now had this devilish feeling inside of me. I know that people saw me. They didn't see my face, but it wouldn't be too hard to figure out it was me when anyone saw me with James when we got up from there. While James collected himself, I finished my drink and got up to use the bathroom. While I walked towards the back of the club, I passed a girl giving someone a blowjob right against a wall. I could never do that I thought to myself. She had a lot more guts than I did. The club was set up pretty nicely with two ladies rooms so that the girls didn't have to wait in a line as usual. I went inside and found a stall. After I finished, I made my way to the very crowded sink area where a dozen girls were fixing their hair, their makeup, etc.... I just wanted to fix my lipstick and make sure I didn't have any cum on my face. How embarrassing would that be? "...Hello Miss, you know you have a long streak of sperm on your cheek?" Yeah, that's all I needed. I was all set; brand new again. I headed back to our table and James had a new drink waiting for me. "Ooh! Yummy!" "Thank you baby!" I said and while still feeling quite naughty, I added "this is exactly what I needed to wash down your big load." James started laughing, as it was pretty funny. I took another sip of the drink and got up, grabbed his hand, and pulled him to the dance floor. We danced for a while, rested, danced some more over and over for hours. I was getting tired by that time and I asked James if we could go. He said he just needed to use the restroom before we left, so I went with him, not wanting to get separated in there. While I waited, a guy came out of the men's room holding hands with a young, pretty blonde girl. She was in there with him having sex, no doubt. It didn't seem to faze anyone, so I was sure it was happening all night. Right after that, another beautiful blonde came up to me and said into my ear "he's really cute. I saw you earlier. Good work" and then she disappeared. Well, one person saw me under the table. I wasn't really embarrassed, but she just caught me off guard. James came out of the bathroom and saw me standing by the wall. "Are you ready?" He asked. "Aren't you going to take me in there with you?" I asked to his disbelief. "You want to go in there? Are you sure?" "Uh huh." I softly answered. He took my hand and walked me into the men's room. Once we made it around the corner, I saw a bunch of guys facing the wall using the urinals. A few turned their heads to look at me, but not one made any sort of negative expressions, or comments, or anything; this was going on all the time. James dragged me into a stall and immediately we began making out. There were guys on both sides of us, but I didn't care, and neither did they. James placed his hand between my thighs and found his way under my skirt, up to my bare pussy; it was no-panty night. He started finger fucking me, and I began moaning. "Yeah baby. Do it to me. Fuck me right now." I said not caring who heard me. James unbuttoned his pants, and dropped them to the floor. I grabbed his cock and stroked him until he was rock hard. He pressed me against the stall door, holding one of my legs up behind the knee. I guided his cock right into my pussy, sliding it in easily from my wetness. He started fucking me standing up, thrusting himself deeply inside of me. I felt incredible. There was no extra room, so we just fucked in that position and while I was hollering out "fuck me! Oh yeah, oh god, fuck meeee!" I could feel my orgasm building up, but James was too far ahead of me, and said that he was getting ready. I grabbed his balls, and followed his thrusts inside of me, until he said he was cumming. I pushed him away quickly, and got down onto the floor on my knees in front of him. He started jerking his cock in my face, so I replaced his hand with mine, and shoved his ready to explode cock into my mouth. I held the base of him, while he started blasting his sperm into my mouth for the second time that night. I made him finish completely before he was able to pull his cock from my lips. Giggling to myself, I could taste my margherita mixed with his semen. "Mmm." I uttered, licking my cum glazed lips. "Thanks again." I stood back up, and pulled my skirt back down. I grabbed some toilet tissue and cleaned up the mixture of our body fluids spattered all over my thighs. James pulled his pants back up, and opened the door to let us out. I had already wiped my face clean, so I didn't bother to wash up at the sink. We had already made a spectacle in there; no need to attract additional attention. James held my hand and led me out of the bathroom. A few ladies were by the wall waiting for their guys, and stared at me, not in disgust, but with envy like "I wish that were me."Déjà vous. I never thought I'd be the slut fucking in the men's room at a club, but now I was. James was really starting to enjoy our relationship. He had a girlfriend willing to do anything for him. Difficult to do better. We left and he drove me home. He spent the night, and we had sex before bed, and in the morning. We saw each other like that for months. I always needed his cock in me before we slept and wouldn't stop teasing him until he gave it to me. We were fairly serious, and neither one of us was seeing other people. We'd go out with friends and have great times. Two of my girlfriends have kids, and James loved seeing them. He played with the kids like they were his own, and I knew he wanted a family. We talked about it a couple of times, but I wasn't really ready at the time. I knew that if I got pregnant with his baby, he'd be very happy. I did mess up on my birth control pills every now and then, usually after my period, but it wasn't intentional. I just spaced out and forgot to start again. One night James stayed over, and as always, we fucked for hours. Whenever we'd fuck in the missionary position, which was my favorite, I made sure that James came inside of me. I just loved the feeling of a man getting off while holding onto me tightly. I held him there with my legs coiled around his back until he would get hard and fuck me again. I don't mind the feeling of a guy's cum leaking out of me all night, because I think it's perfectly natural. So after a good fucking, I usually just roll over and sleep and try to avoid the puddle the next morning. James really liked the idea of my "storing his boys" after he'd make his deposit anyway, because I think deep down he wanted to get me pregnant. We didn't discuss pregnancy, as we didn't talk about much to begin with. Most of our time together was spent clubbing and between the sheets. Of course, I continued taking birth control, but I frequently forgot doses, or I ran out, or was just too lazy and way too careless; it could happen at any time. James was very good looking, so if I was to have his baby, it would be adorable.