How I became a black cock slut III - Sex Stories

How I became a black cock slut III

... or my text hadn't come through yet-or he couldn't hear the "ding" of it arriving. Just as I was thinking this, I heard a ding. "Trace?" he called out my name instead of checking his phone. This was going to be a long fucking night. I stuck a shoe out under the door-which wasn't easy considering. I heard Glenn walking this way and it was just only a moment before the stall door opened. He was supposed to see Michelle, but instead he saw me sitting on the toilet sideways using two hands to jerk Brian's big black cock off-while my mouth was doing its best to guide what I could of him down my throat. Then I did what Brian had told me would do the trick. I slid my mouth down to take his balls into my mouth as I kept jerking with both hands. From my new position I could see Glenn clearly. I'm sure he expected that he would be the one getting head (which is what we had discussed); and he should have been getting an eye full of Michelle; but here I was :-). And for what I had planned for later, I was thinking that the way it was turning out might even work out better than the original scheme. I felt Brian tensing, gave his balls one last mouthing, and then leaned back a bit and opened my mouth. He didn't cum as much as I had thought he would-but he still came more than twice as much as Glenn would have. I got most of it in my mouth. When it was done I used my thumb to milk the under side of his cock to get every last drop. Then I got up, turned and grabbed the back of Glenn's head ...

... and kissed him full on the mouth. We frenched and I swapped over to him the generous amount of cum that I had saved. This all happen very quick for him-maybe 30 seconds from the time he opened to door. He still seemed stunned as I grabbed his hand and lead him out of the stall. "Damn-would you look at that bitch" "Shit, I got some here for you too baby-where you going?" "At least leave us your bitch-where you taking him?" were the gist some of the comments I remember the mostly black audience voiced as we made our way through and out the restroom. Before we left I glanced in the mirror and saw that there were several streams of cum where on my chin and a splash or two on my face. As we re-entered the bar the music drowned out any comments, but as my bouncing tits grabbed everyone's attention (I was walking pretty fast-which added to the motion); I saw that people's gazes went from tits to face to mouth to widening eyes and dropping mouths to nudging and pointing (more than a few clapped and shot thumbs ups to Glenn; whose cum they naturally thought it was. But the mind fuck for me (and you know I love my mind fucks!) was that Glenn was receiving all of this praise while the taste of cum from a big black cock-a huge black cock actually (and the blackest I have ever seen) was overpowering his taste buds into submission while fuelling his desires towards the scenarios I had planned for later (if they ever happened, not much was going right so far!). I lead Glenn out the side door ...