0 comments/ 12042 views/ 1 favorites Liz and Michael By: chasingDan I met Michael at a popular breakfast restaurant in the city while there with my friend Marnie. On a trip to the ladies room, he said hello as I was headed back to the table. He was talking on his cell phone outside of the restrooms and paused his call when he saw me coming. "Eh, hi there!" he said with his charming smile. "Hi!" I replied, noticing how handsome he looked in his business suit. "How's your day going so far?" he asked. "Oh, you know, just getting started. I'm here with a friend this morning. You?" At that point, Michael told whoever was on the phone that he'd call them back later, devoting all of his attention to me. I was flattered. "Well, I'm hoping you met two friends here today!" He confidently replied. "Maybe" I giggled. I had not gone there to get picked up, but meeting this guy was just perfect. He was really nice, and we chatted for a few minutes before I invited him back to my table. He said he really had to get going, but that we should continue our conversation at dinner. I accepted. When I sat back down at the table, Michael waved to me as he went out the door. Marnie said "who was that?" I said "that was Michael, my new friend." I told her when I came out of the bathroom, we just started talking. "Liz, you are too easy!" Marnie said shaking her head. "Do you speak to every guy you see?" She asked jokingly. "No, just the hotties!" I answered. "Yeah, hot black guys you mean!" She blurted jokingly. "You have a serious black problem!" We both laughed knowing she was right. I hadn't dated anyone but black men for a few years, ever since my breakup with Steve. I couldn't help myself. I found the differences between us so erotic, so inviting, that it's all I desired. Those feelings that I got while with someone new, didn't ever fade while I was with black men. It was exciting every time we were together, so why give that up? The sex was awesome. I never experienced as many orgasms that I got while I was with other kinds of guys. Maybe it was the color contrast of our skin, or the way that I was treated in the bed. It wasn't just the size of their cocks, because many white guys I had been with were pretty big too. All I knew is that my "black problem" wasn't a problem for me. I loved black men. We had exchanged cell phone numbers before he left the restaurant, so I assumed he was the unknown call I missed while I was at the gym. The minute I was able to call him back, I did. "Hello this is Michael." He answered. "Hi, Michael? It's Liz, from this morning." "Hi!" He replied enthusiastically. "What's happening? How're ya doing?" "Oh, just got done working out. I got your message, and dinner would be great!" I said. "That's great! What time can I pick you up?" He asked. "Well, how 'bout seven?" "Seven it is!" Michael replied. I gave him my address and the directions, and then we hung up. I was pretty excited about meeting him that night. We were going to a nice steakhouse that I knew was quiet and dark inside, so we would certainly get to know one another. Michael had only seen me once, and I was just kind of average looking, wearing nothing special, just to have breakfast. But this time, I was going to show myself off, and make sure he got the full effect of all my laboring in the gym. It was nightfall, and I anxiously awaited my date with Michael. I always take a long, hot bubble bath before my dates, so I would be squeaky clean and delicious. I made sure my skin was smooth, soft, and completely hairless (wink wink) so I was sure he would be pleased. When I put on the new black dress that I had in the closet, with really cute matching pumps, I knew exactly what I was doing. I was definitely going to get his attention. There was only one small problem: I had just started my period. Michael arrived and phoned from the lobby, and I buzzed him up. I was just finishing a glass of pinot noir, when he knocked on my door. "Well hey there!" I greeted him. "Hi, wow! You look beautiful!" He said, looking me over. "Thanks. Come in." "Michael, you look terrific. I love your suit." He had on another black suit with tiny blue stripes. He was gorgeous and I could have jumped him right there, but not that night I guess. I asked him to sit down and offered him a glass of what I was drinking. "Sure, that would be nice." he answered. I could "feel" him looking me over as I went to get his glass of wine. I could tell he liked what he saw. His facial gestures confirmed it. I liked him too. I imagined that this good looking guy probably had more than one girl that he was seeing. It was on my mind, except it didn't bother me too much since it was just the two of us right then, and he had been giving me his full attention so far. A thousand thoughts were running through my mind. I thought about my inviting a total stranger into my apartment whom I met just hours earlier. I thought about if Michael was a very successful businessman, and if he had a lot of money. I thought about my family going bonkers once more, because I was getting involved with another black guy. I speculated about what was under all of that black wool he was wearing. I bet he had a very athletic body, and a big dick; everything a single girl needed. My head was full of ideas when my daydreaming ended abruptly. "Oh, thanks Liz," Michael said as I handed him his glass. "Huh? Uh, yes. Here ya go. You're welcome," I awkwardly replied, coming out of my daydream. "So I thought we would go to Riverfront, and have dinner there. What do you think?" He asked. "That sounds great. I love it down there. A girlfriend of mine is there somewhere tonight. Maybe we'll run into her." I said. "The woman you were with at breakfast this morning?" He asked. "No, another friend, Danielle. She's there with her boyfriend Randy." "Ok. It'll be nice to meet them." He said sincerely. We chatted about this and that for a little while, each of us having another glass of wine. I was certainly buzzed, but he seemed not. That usually spelled trouble for me, as I tend to get pretty uninhibited when I'm tipsy. It was a good thing for him, however, although he didn't know that yet. I had hoped that we would be able to catch Danielle and Randy at dinner. I thought she'd love to meet Michael, him being black and all, but especially because he was so dark skinned. Danielle separated from her husband to live with Randy, also black, and had a few kids with him. I had been with a few black guys since my breakup, but Michael was really dark, and the thought of us together in the sack was a complete turn on. Danielle had mentioned that the darker her guys were, the better the sex. I thought she was kidding, but I was starting to realize what she meant. I knew either way, I'd find out soon. We left my apartment, took the elevator down, and walked to his car. Michael was a gentleman, opening and holding the door for me. I loved it when men pampered me, whenever possible, so I appreciated his gestures. In the car, on the way to the restaurant, Michael didn't try to hold my hand, or put his arm around me, or anything suggestive. He was trying to be polite, and quite the charmer he was. When we arrived, we valeted the car, and he jogged around to my side to open my door again. What a gentleman. As I stepped out of the car, the valet kids, and a few guys waiting for their cars were staring at me. I looked pretty hot in my tight little dress; I can't blame them for looking. In their gawking, they were focused on my figure, and not yet noticing that I was being escorted by a black man. Once Michael reached for my hand to help me out of the car, all of them knew I was with him. I could see the jealousy, shock, and anger in their eyes as we walked towards the building holding hands. I thought it was kind of funny actually. They should have just minded their business and not concern themselves with other people. Screw them I thought. The whole walkway was loud and crowded with people drinking and having fun. We casually walked from bar to bar looking for Danielle, but finally gave up as our reservation was coming up. After we were seated, I ordered another glass of wine, and Michael ordered a scotch. We talked about who we were and what we did until the waitress came back with the drinks. We ordered dinner and took our time eating, drinking, and getting to know each other. Michael was really nice, and I really started feeling very comfortable with him. We didn't actually have all that much in common, but maybe that's what created our attraction to one another. That and the fact that he really liked blondes as it turned out, and that I was attracted to black men, I mentioned to him. I was very attracted to him, but I'm sure the alcohol was helping things along. Dinner was great. Michael paid the bill, and we decided to go and look one more time for my girlfriend. Actually, I didn't care if we found her or not. It was just nice being with him, and strolling around and holding hands. We went up and down the walkway again to no avail, so we walked to the valet circle and got our car. When Michael closed my door for me, I decided that I would kiss him when he got into the car. After all, he had been a good boy all night, a complete gentleman, and it was about time for me to return the favor. Michael sat in the driver's seat and just got situated when I got out of mine, and leaned over to him, planting a big French kiss on his lips. We held a deep, passionate kiss for a few moments before pausing to move the car out of the lot. Michael drove the car a ways down the street before pulling over to the side so we could resume our kissing. I guess the wine got the best of me, so as I leaned over again to kiss him, I accidentally slipped my hand off of Michael's leg down to his crotch. I felt his hard on through his slacks, and just for a second I stopped and said "oops," before continuing our kiss. Of course, since my hand had already been introduced to his cock, I began rubbing it from the outside. Michael had his arms around me, and moved his hands from my back to my breasts. He was caressing them as our kiss got even deeper causing my breaths to become deeper. Without much thought, I slid my hand up from his crotch, to unbuckle his belt and open his slacks. I found the zipper and pulled it down, and his hard penis popped right out for me. He was wearing boxer shorts and his cock was poking right against the fabric. I then liberated it from his boxers by pulling and tugging until Michael finally helped by lifting up his butt and pulling his slacks down to his ankles. I had him all to myself then. We were still embraced in our kiss while I started stroking his long, thick cock. My suspicions were correct; it was huge. I slid my small hand up and down his shaft, moving down to cradle his balls occasionally. It was a good thing Michael's car had tinted windows! Neither one of us was ready to stop, despite being parked on the side of the road. I wanted to say thank you for a wonderful evening by giving him a little present before taking me home. Since I was on my period, I decided to give him a blowjob he'd remember. I pulled away from our kiss and shoved his cock into my mouth. The head took up most of my mouth. His cock was ten inches long, if not longer and very wide. I bobbed my head up and down on him, grabbing a handful of his balls and I mean a handful. This guy could probably impregnate a dozen girls with one load. I kept sucking him, stopping only to swallow the mouthful of saliva mixed with his precum, and then continuing. Michael had moved his hands to my head, helping it along. He weaved his fingers in my hair, keeping it away for me and allowing him full view of what I was doing to him. I felt the base of his shaft twitch a few times before Michael told me he was going to cum. "Liz, watch it. I'm getting close. I'm gonna cum soon." He announced as a warning for me to get ready to get outta there. He even tried lifting my head off of him, but I fought back. I wanted it badly. I wasn't able to have sex with him that night, so I decided to give him something to make up for it. Michael sank back into the seat as I continued shoving his cock as deep as I could in and out of my mouth. He let out a big moan as I squeezed his balls in one hand, and jerked his shaft with the other. His cock started pumping hard, and the cum erupted from the head filling my mouth. He pumped it out for a long time until the contractions stopped. I made sure that I got all of it out by sliding up his cock with my fist, and sucking the head. I know guys love it when we totally clean their cocks leaving no trace of their jizz. When I was satisfied that I had gotten all of it out, I released him from my lips. I held onto him around the base of his cock as I got off of him, and moved back into my seat. Michael was still paralyzed from my efforts, and I still had his huge load of sperm in my mouth, which by that time had already numbed my tongue. His sweet, salty taste was sloshing around my mouth. I was thoroughly satisfied with the job I had done, and there was only one thing left to do: swallow. So I did. It only took one big gulp to swish it all down. Michael regained his senses and looked over at me as I fixed myself in the sun visor mirror. "Liz, that was just unbelievable." He said. "I don't remember ever having a blowjob that good before! You were amazing!" I just turned my head and looked at him, licked my lips, and smiled without saying anything for a moment. Then I explained to him that I was on my period, so I didn't want to disappoint him. "I really want you Michael, but it'll just have to wait. I hope you're not too disappointed with me." I asked rhetorically. "Disappointed? Oh no! That was incredible. That's the reason I prefer dating white women over black women. You really get into it all the way. Like you know just how I like it!" He told me black women don't like going down on a man like white women do. That they don't pamper their guys the same way. Well, I suppose I was flattered. I loved oral sex. I certainly wanted more than that with Michael, but it would be a few days. We arrived at my building, and Michael was ready to jump out and open my door again, but I stopped him. "No, it's fine. I'll get it. I just want you to know that I had a really good time and I look forward to seeing you again soon." I told him. I reached over to him for a kiss on the cheek, but Michael kissed me on my lips. Most guys are repulsed by kissing us after we've gone down on them, but he just pecked my lips, we hugged, and he said he wanted to see me again too. I got out of the car, and walked into my building, Michael staring at me the whole way. I waved and then went in. As I was going up the elevator, I got a text from him. It read that he had a great time and that he couldn't wait to see me again. Pretty funny I thought. I already knew he had a great time, as the evidence was dried up around the corners of my mouth. I had fun with him too. I was quite the slut sucking him off on the side of the road like that, but I just had that urge. And besides that, once I got a few drinks down, common sense always went out the window. I loved his cock. It was big and thick and black as night. It almost looked like my vibrator, which was also black. Michael was a great guy so far, and I texted him back that I was free the next day. He replied that he couldn't see me for a few days, as he was headed out of town again. I replied ok, and I had a great time with him, and I would miss him. I got undressed, put on my pj's, and then brushed Michael's semen from my mouth. Then I jumped into bed, got out my vibrator, and masturbated. I was still so horny from my date, and unsatisfied. Not his fault. He probably would have fucked me, period or not, given the chance, but I wouldn't put him through that on the first date. After I had an orgasm, I dropped the vibrator, and passed out, thinking of Michael whole time. The next day, I couldn't wait to call Marnie and tell her about my evening. She asked me how it went. "So? What'd you guys wind up doing?" "Michael picked me up and we drove to Riverfront. It was really nice." I replied. "He opened doors for me, we held hands, you know, the whole works. She told me she'd be there, but I didn't see Danielle." "Yeah, I haven't seen her for a while either. Did she say she was there? Why didn't you just call her?" She asked. "You know, at the time I didn't even think about that. I was excited and having a great time just being with Michael that it didn't matter." I said. "So what about after? You slept with him didn't you!" she said. "Nope, I didn't. I'm on my period." I replied. "Oh yuck. Well that sucks!" She said. "Yeah it does." I hesitated for a moment. "But I did blow him in his car though!" I blurted out. "Oh my god! You're so funny! Did he know you were on your period?" "Yeah, I told him. He was just so nice to me and of course, I had some wine, so..." "So you blew him in the car? You are such a slut Liz!" "I am! God Marnie, he has a really big dick. I got myself off last night thinking about it!" "You're too funny. So when are you gonna see him again?" She asked. "He's going away again for a few days for his company, but we're supposed to get together after." "Wow. I guess I have to meet him. Maybe you can ask if he has a friend?" Marnie asked half kidding. "Ohhh. So I'm the one with the black problem huh!" I responded. We both giggled about that. Marnie dates all kinds of men, and she likes black guys too. We both dated the same guy once. She was with him for a few months before it ended, and then he and I started to go out. Marcel was a real smooth talking black guy. That's how he got Marnie, and that's how he got into my pants too. He was really tall and thin, and knew exactly what to say to a girl. He could never hold a job, and sure didn't have any money. I had to pay every time we went out. Pathetically, I lent him money for gas too. I guess he was a total asshole, and I only wanted to be with him for the sex. Marcel was great in bed, actually the floor, the couch....anything besides the bed. He was the kind of guy who would stop by the side of the road, and make you get out of the car, and suck him off. We must have fucked three times a day, every day. When Marcel would cum, he would squirt a quart of his semen on me. It was like being hit with a sprinkler, literally coating my entire body from my pussy, all the way to my face with cum. He didn't really care about me besides fucking me, and he did that for hours. That's the one thing I actually enjoyed. But after a few months, giving him money for everything got old, and I felt like I was just paying him for sex, so I broke it off and dumped him. I recently saw him at a bank with a girl. She was a cute blonde, but just as naïve and clueless as I was, there to get money for him no doubt. Marcel saw me and just motioned with his head. I ignored him and kept on going. A few days later, I called my friend Danielle and told her I looked for her at the restaurant the other night. She asked why I didn't call her, because she was there all night. "Liz, why didn't you just call me or text me?" "Well, you know. I was so happy just walking around with my date. I really wanted you to meet him though." I said. "What's he like? He's black, isn't he?" Danielle asked. "Yeah, he is. He's really good looking, and so dark skinned." I told her, knowing that really black guys are her favorite. "Sounds good already! So how was your date?" She asked. "We had dinner, and walked around down there. We drank a few glasses of wine." "Yeah, I know what that means Liz. You had sex with him, didn't you!" Liz and Michael "Not really." I answered. "What do you mean?" She said. "Well, I sort of put my hand on his cock accidentally while we were making out in the car, and then things just got started from there." "You didn't fuck him? So, what? You gave him head in the car? He must be an awesome guy, 'cause I don't remember you ever doing that before!" "I know, I know. I didn't intend to start that, at least not there, but his dick was hard inside his pants, and I was pretty horny already from the kissing so....Oh yeah, and the drinks kind of got me going anyway." "You slutty little bitch!" she said. Both of us laughed about it, and I promised that I'd introduce her to him soon. Danielle and I talked sex all of the time. She pretty much trained me in oral skills, since that was her best move on men. I think I gave pretty good head, since we've been friends, thanks to her coaching. Danielle was very experienced with sex in all sorts of ways. She had sex in public when she was younger, on airplanes, in taxis, you name it. She was gang banged by a group of guys more than once. One time with all black guys her boyfriend worked with. She told me it was incredible, and that she'd do it again if Randy wanted her to. Danielle hadn't been with any white guys or any other guys since she met him. She started fucking black guys long before him, but now she's totally in love with Randy. She and her ex- were into swinging and on many occasions, she had sex with black guys while they were married, but she's been devoted to Randy since they met and then had kids. Danielle even got a tattoo of Africa on her lower back, to show her devotion to black men. I hadn't been with anyone other than blacks guys for a while either, but I was still kind of open. However, I really liked Michael and hoped that everything was going to progress, and then we'd be together. Days passed and Michael finally got back into town. We had been chatting and texting while he was gone, so we arranged a get together that same evening. I thought about him the entire day while I was a work, counting the hours until we'd be together. My period was finished, so I planned on that night being the night we'd get to do the nasty. My panties were wet from anticipation, looking forward to later on that day. "Hi sweetie. Whatcha doin'?" Michael asked over the phone. "Oh, just getting out of the bath." I said. "Oh boy, does that sound nice! Maybe we could try that some time." "Maybe we should." I answered seductively. "You're up for dinner, right? "Yes, but I think I'd like something simple, like pizza, or some kind of takeout." "Yeah, that sounds great. Why don't I pick up something on my way over to you." "Ok. See you around 7?" "You got it. Can't wait to see you." "Me neither!" "Bye Liz!" "Bye." I was certain that he got my hints. I was really making it easy for him, because I wanted him so badly. I tried not to overdo it, but I wanted to have sex. I got so horny whenever I was around my period, that I'd get off with my vibrator twice a day sometimes. He was positively going to get some. The buzzer rang, and I let Michael up. He knocked on the door and I opened it wearing a T-shirt and skin tight workout shorts. I jumped right on him and kissed him. "Oh I missed you Michael!" I said with a big hug squeezing him tightly. "I really missed you too baby." He replied wrapping his strong arms around my back, and kissing my neck. Michael stepped in, and put a pizza box down on the living room coffee table. He brought a six pack of beer too. The second he let go of the box, I grabbed his hand and pulled him onto the sofa on top of me. "I think we should just get this over with right now." I announced while Michael was lying on top of me. "That way, we won't be thinking about it while we eat!" "Ok, anything you want." He answered gently. We had our arms around each other, passionately kissing, when his lips left mine, and moved down to my breast, while caressing it with his hand. He kissed my nipple through my thin T-shirt, until I pulled it up, over both breasts giving him full access. I wasn't wearing a bra, so the moment he placed my hard nipple between his teeth, I could feel my juices start flowing out. I had on a skimpy thong, which wouldn't be on for very long I thought. I let out a loud sigh when he began sucking my breast. "Oh yeah baby! I love that!" I could feel Michael's hot breath on my stomach as he kissed his way down to my belly button. I lifted myself up, and he pulled my shorts down exposing my little thong. He gave my little mound a gentle kiss, and then yanked the thong down too. Michael pulled them over and off my feet, tossing them on the floor. He just stared down at my almost naked body before getting back down, and wrapping his arms around my middle with his face buried in my crotch. He kissed my pussy a few times, before parting my legs, and then kissing my clitoris. He ran his tongue up and down over it, teasing me until I began moaning his name out loud. I felt his tongue flicking my lips back and forth, and sucking my whole pussy into his mouth. He shoved his tongue inside, tongue-fucking me into ecstasy. God, he was really good down there I thought. My pussy was soaked from his work, and I was certainly ready for him. But I wanted to be reintroduced to his cock, so I pulled his head from between my legs, and slid down off of the sofa onto my knees. Michael instinctively stood up, and undid his jeans. Using both hands, I grabbed a hold of the fabric, and pulled them all the way down to his ankles. I gave his dick a quick kiss through them before yanking his boxers down to the floor exposing his very hard cock. I smiled and didn't waste any time at all, grabbing his giant, loose balls with both hands, and pulling him towards my face, ramming his cock into my salivating mouth. I used his balls as a handle for a few moments, and then moved my grip to his shaft, jerking it as I moved it in and out of my mouth. I had my eyes closed for a little while as I devoured his dick, but opened them to watch myself in the mirror to my left. It was really sexy seeing myself blowing this big black guy, down on my knees. My spit was running all over, running down my chin, and dripping to my chest. Michaels cock glistened from the wetness, making it look even blacker; it was so very hot. I couldn't wait it any longer, so I released him from my lips and lay back into the sofa, spreading my legs wide for him for easy access. I was on the pill, and I knew guessed he was clean, so a condom never entered my mind. Michael gripped my calves, pulling me closer to him. He held his cockhead against my pussy, and then wiped it up and down just before pushing forward and into me. Michael slowly pressed himself inside of me slowly, and steadily. His cock was stretching me, using every ounce of my wetness to glide himself deep inside of my pussy. It felt so good. I hadn't had sex in two months. He managed to sink himself all the way inside, until resting his pubic hair against my pussy. As he started moving in and out of me, I followed his rhythm. It didn't take long, which is normal for me, to orgasm. I practically cum when I look down my front as that black penis thrusts all the way inside of my body. I mean, who wouldn't? It is so damned erotic watching that black pole penetrate my little milky white body. I really was crazy for black men. It's just so different with them, compared to other guys. It would be hard to give it up. I held onto Michaels forearms tightly, and came hard. He never stopped fucking me, even as my body writhed and twisted in orgasm. When I yelled out and hollered, my body convulsing with pleasure, I think I fell in love. We did it in that position for a while before he pulled out, and rolled me over onto my hands and knees. I buried my head into the cushion, and reached back with both hands, pulling my ass apart as wide as I could. He shoved his cock into me again, and started to pound my pussy harder and harder, driving towards his orgasm and giving me another one. His cock pumped in and out of me, making loud snapping sounds from the air being pumped out of me. I was ready for him to cum. I felt Michaels cock get harder; he slowed down his fucking, and then let out a yell when he came. He left himself buried deep inside of my pussy, pumping me full of his cum. Michael collapsed on top of my back, plugging my hole with his cock. I suppose he assumed I was on birth control, because he never even tried to take his cock out of me. Nevertheless, I felt so satisfied, finally giving him pleasure. He finally pulled out of my pussy, his cum overflowing and running out onto the sofa cushion. I put my hand over my pussy to cover the hole, and then got up and went to the bathroom. "Good job baby! I'll be right back, don't move!" I said jokingly. I ran to the toilet, standing over it when I moved my hand away. A handful of spunk poured from my pussy into the bowl. I couldn't believe how much he had cum. I figured he hadn't cum since I blew him days ago, so it must have been stored up inside. I thought for a moment he's another Marcel, at least in the sperm department. I cleaned myself up a little, and went back to Michael. He was sitting up on the sofa and I jumped on him again, straddling his waist. His cock wasn't hard any longer, but I could still feel his shaft pressed up against my lips. "That was soooo awesome!" I said to him. "Oh baby, it was! You're amazing." He replied. I leaned forward and made out with him again, his hands holding onto my waist. We continued kissing for a while before I climbed off of him, and sat on the edge of the sofa, reaching for the pizza box. "God, I'm so hungry now!" "I told you it was a good idea to get that little thing out of the way!" I said giggling. "Yeah, we got it out of the way all right! My cum leaked out of you and all over my belly!" He said. "Here, I'll fix that!" I said jumping up to grab a towel from the bathroom. I returned with it, and before wiping it off and cleaning him, I lowered my head down and licked a small sample of his jizz into my mouth, and swallowed for him. "Mmm. Yummy!" I said, returning my attention to the pizza on the table. "Wow Liz, you're a crazy kind of girl, aren't you!" He told me. "I just like you a lot Michael, that's all," I replied. I still had my shirt on so I pulled it down to cover myself as we ate the pie and drank the beers. We talked a little about different things, but I was thinking the entire time that there was no way I was letting this guy leave without doing that again. Michael had his hand on my lower back, casually rubbing my bare ass, so I knew sooner or later, he would go at it again. Michael finished the last bite of his slice and then lunged at me, knocking me to the carpet. His weight crushed me into the floor. While we kissed, he slid his hand up to my still soaked pussy, running his finger in and out of me until my breaths became erratic once again. I reached down and began stroking his cock which was already nicely hard and erect and ready for me. He flipped me over on top of him, and I reached down, and guided his hard cock to my pussy once again. I gyrated and rocked back and forth on his cock for a long time and God did it feel great. My well stretched pussy swallowed his entire cock. I turned my torso so that I could follow his dick gliding in and out of my pussy with my fingertips, which I had resting across my asshole just able to touch him. On his inward thrusts, his tightened balls and my pussy sandwiched my fingers. I was taking him all, balls deep. Michael was breathing hard, and his grip on my waist tightening. I pulled my shirt off, allowing my boobs to bounce freely, bumping his chest when I lay forward. As I pounced up and down on his big cock, thrusting him deeper and deeper inside of me, he was lifting himself off of the floor slamming our bodies together. "Oh baby, fuck meeeee!" "Oh God yeah! Just like that!" I didn't need to move anymore. Michael took over completely, slamming his cock into me harder and faster, driving towards his orgasm and mine. The thought of him cumming again brought me closer to my own again. Everything was right. Our closeness, our shared warmth, his huge penis deeply penetrating my body, his pelvis rubbing against mine; the heat of the moment always resulted in cataclysmic orgasms for me. The longer he continued to fuck me, the harder I came. "Oohhhh!" "I'm cumming, I'm cum-ming, I'm cu-uh-uh-m-m-m-ing!" "Oh god, oh god!" I came again, and Michael kept on fucking me, my body flopping around haplessly like a rag doll, unable to connect two thoughts while the pure waves of pleasure coursed up my spine, throughout my whole body. When my brain began to regain function, I knew that it was his turn. I climbed off of him, and lay my head on his stomach turned towards his crotch. Staring with amazement at his big cock as I held it up in my hand, and marveling at its beauty for just a moment, I went to work on him. Encircling his manhood at the base, I started stroking him with the head aiming towards my face, just inches away. His precum was oozing down onto my fingers. I extended my tongue out to taste the sweet liquid, and a dollop coaxed out by my stroking, poured onto the tip. Mmm, it was sweet and yummy again, and I pulled it back into my mouth and swallowed. Michael's cock pulsed, whenever my fist would reach the head, my signal that he was close to cumming. He was moving around more, sliding his feet up, raising his legs off of the carpet. That gave me the perfect opportunity to slide my hand under his ass, moving my hand to the spot just above his asshole, and below his balls. I love that little spot, because I can give some attention to those big sperm-filled balls, and especially, I can feel his muscles pumping in response to my every move. I moved my mouth to his cock, giving it a gentle kiss, and then devouring him between my lips. As I sucked his head, pulling more precum out, I could feel the spasms with my hand under his balls. I began gently massaging the area, pressing into him slightly with my fingertips. Danielle said that rubbing that spot resulted in stronger orgasms for a guy, so I did the best I could. I pulled my mouth away from his cock for a moment, again observing his size and dark color and verbally demanded that he cum. "Cum for me baby! Oh I want to taste you again." I told him before shoving his cock back into my mouth. While clenching my hand around his balls, I was brushing his asshole with my pinky nail, slightly dragging it across as part of my motions. I put Michael over the edge with one of those brushes. His abs tightened, and he let out a grunt. Keeping my hand flat against that spot, and feeling the contractions of his orgasmic muscles, I quickly moved him to my lips again. I pulled his cock into my mouth, resting the head about the middle of my tongue. I felt his throbbing warmth pressing down onto it when the first spurt of semen shot into the back of my mouth without any warning. After that, his cum just sort of spurted out, mostly just pooling onto my tongue, as I fashioned a kind of cup shape with it to contain his load. I felt each pump with my hand, then immediately after, his warm sperm filling my tongue. Michael pumped out quite a bit of cum for me again. Ya know, sometimes a girl gets what she asks for! When he was finished, I released his cock from my lips, and turned my head towards his face. Gazing upwards to him I noticed his big smile, piqued in anticipation of what I would do next. If I waited and thought about it and how totally gross semen is to swallow, the bitter taste and all, I probably could never do it. But in this sort of moment, mysteriously, all of that goes out the window. I don't notice the taste one bit, and the egg white texture doesn't bother me at all. So couple that with the extreme satisfaction I feel having pleased my fella, a few beers, and the residual giddiness after a few big O's, I gulped it down without hesitation. I wanted him to stay over, but he needed to get back to his place, and head out to a client first thing in the morning. After he got dressed, I escorted him to the door, still completely naked. He kissed me on the cheek and promised we see each other again the next day. I held the door open, so he could watch me as he got on the elevator. I could care less if anyone saw me; I did it for Michael. *** We continued dating for close to two years, until I couldn't mentally take the fact that Michael was fucking other women whenever he was out of town. I needed him all to myself, and I knew that I had to share him. I knew it, because frequently, he'd get calls from the same numbers and not answer them. I called one of them once, and a woman answered and I hung up. Once I found an earring on the floor mat in his car, and another time, a red lipstick smudge on the back seat cushion that wasn't mine. I tried to ignore all of it, because I really loved fucking Michael. He was a very unselfish lover and a kind person. We got to see each other a lot, except when he travelled for his company business, but he always kept quiet about himself. I found out that he was married. She was black, and they had children. I do wish I could have had him all to myself, but I suppose it didn't matter. If he were around more, we'd never make it out of the house. He was handsome and completely charming, definitely able to get into any girl's panties he set out to. Despite everything, I would have had his baby if he wanted me to. A final note: On the topic of babies, Michael does not and will not wear condoms, and you won't want to pull him out while your eyes are rolling to the back of your head. It would be wise to keep your bc in order, if you decide to date him.