How I became a black cock slut III - Sex Stories

How I became a black cock slut III

... place. I told Glenn that I was still too sore but was happy just to go out and have a few drinks. I told him that I could go to the bar ahead of him and then he could come in a few minutes later and “pick me up”. We could finish with me giving him head in the toilet. He was fine with that because he would have been fine with anything. When Glenn walked into the bar, I was on the floor dancing with Brian. I had a short pink skirt on with a black blouse and white big buckle belt. It was our second dance by the time Glenn arrived and Brian was all over me. I just love the way black guys dance: so much smoother, sexier and more loose than almost any white guy. In fact, most of the guys on the floor dancing were black-and most of the women they were dancing with were white. In truth, most of the guys in the whole bar were black. Darn! Hehehe. After the dance ended my heels clicked their way to the bar with Brian in hot pursuit. I was shaking my fine ass and my rack was swaying, bouncing and turning every head in the place. My nipples were hard and punching their way through my bra (they could punch their way through anything though-I swear!). Damn! Things weren't going according to plan! I looked past Brian and winked at Glenn. He feigned a "who-me?" reaction and started to swing into full playacting mode following my lead. Then Brian looked over his shoulder, stood up off his stool, turned and faced Glenn, and smirked as he grabbed the amazingly formidable outline of the "trouser ...

... snake" that was running down the inside of his left leg. Glenn couldn't help but look down at Brian's pipe-like cock that dominated his thigh - even from beneath his pants (and our sexy dancing had definitely helped to take his shlong to its full-but-not-yet-fully-hard glory). I watched him carefully for a reaction but he was a blank. I scribbled the adjustment to my plan (that I had already whispered to Brian) onto a napkin and sauntered over to Glenn. The barkeep was especially captivated by the seductive movement and size of my killer rack, and I could feel Brian's eyes on my swaying ass as I walked away from him (which made me think of the special treat I had promised him-and me-to help get him here). I set the napkin in front of Glenn as I walked by him towards the toilet. On it were printed just 4 words: "five minutes. First stall". But when I got to the men’s toilet, I was to find out that this didn't work out either as the first, second and third stalls were taken! Well fuck me again. All the guys in the restroom where staring. There were a couple other girls in here with guy (one had just come out of the last stall); so I knew it was my rack that was drawing all the attention. My heels clicked walked over to, and then entered, the fourth stall. The first thing I did was to shoot a text to Glenn letting him know which stall I was in. A few minutes later I heard someone say from the location of the first stall, "Hey, fuck you man!" Guess Glenn hadn't checked his phone ...