“You could put it that way.”
She had large, liquid brown eyes in a smooth, oval face, her hair dark and straight and long. Her tits hung plump and ripe off her chest, two-inch-wide areolas black as the night. Her waist was hands-spanningly narrow and her legs were shapely and shining, her pussy highlighted by a strip of fine, black fur.
It was too much too close for this sex-starved salesman. I grabbed the noir doll in my arms and mashed my hungry lips into hers, squeezing her big breasts against my chest, clutching her soft, hot, erotic body close. The nights of torment had turned me animal.
She sensed it, and welcomed it. Her lithe arms coiled around my neck and her lips moved against mine, body fitting mine like a heated glove. We only came up for air when some drunken bum staggered up the stairs and burped at us. Then I pushed the ebony goddess inside and kicked the door shut, my hands and mouth all over her.
Wildly kissing, I dove my paws down her silky, curved back and filled them full with the heavy, rounded meat of her butt, gripping and squeezing her bloated cheeks. She moaned into my mouth. The moan was followed by her tongue, spearing inside and wrapping around my tongue. Her hot, humid breath and body made my head spin, my heart pound.
I was way overdressed. I released her ass and tore my shirt open and off, kicked my shoes away, and shoved my pants and underwear down. She didn’t let go of me for a second, clinging to my neck and snaking her tongue all around my lips and under my chin, squirming her body to the beat of my cock.
I pressed my erection into her belly, pumping skin-on-skin, gathering up her butt mounds again and lifting her right off the floor. I stuck my tongue out as far as it would go and let her suck on it, her pouty lips pulling hard.
She eased her head back, sliding her mouth off my tongue. “Where you seen me perform?”
I grinned, grinding my cock against her stomach. “Right across the alley. Through the shade.”
She turned her head and looked at the window. “No shit? You can see through that?”
I didn’t know who was shitting who, and didn’t care. “Not like now,” I said, moving my hands up between us and grabbing on to her luscious tits.
“Oooh!” she moaned. “Let’s put on a real show—for anyone else watching.”
It sounded like a plan—for getting into her pussy. There was probably more than one pervert peeping the late-night show, like I’d been doing. Now, they could see what happened when a man had the balls to act on his basic instincts.
We moved over next to the shaded window, in profile.
“I’m Monique, by the way.”
I hefted her tits and dipped my head and painted her incredible areolas with my tongue. She shuddered, mambas jumping in my hands. They overflowed my mitts, huge and soft and hot, baby-smooth except for the aroused bumps on her areolas, where my tongue was spinning.
I swirled all around her engorged, licorice nipples, then spanked the jutters with my tongue, staring up into the woman’s hooded eyes.
“Fuck, mama likes!” Monique groaned, her dragon nails biting into my bare shoulders.
I roughly massaged her breasts out to the tips and urgently sucked on her nipples, mouthing and tugging first one, then the other. The tangy-sweet scent of the vixen-in-heat filled my head, the taste and texture of her tits swelling my cock to the point of vibration.
Her turn.
She slid down out of my hands, landing on her knees on the carpet, dick-high. She stared at my twitching rod, her eyes and tits shining. Then she laced her coal-black fingers around the pulsing tan organ, making me jump.
“Fuck!” I grunted, feeling the babe’s warm, soft touch all through me.
She cupped my balls and stroked my cock, while looking up at me with her big brown eyes, her parted lips an inch away from my pearled cap.
Her mouth opened wider, engulfing my hood, wrapping me in wet, wicked warmth. I jerked, watching and feeling the woman slide her lips down my pulsating length, swallow my cock. I bucked when she hit the three-quarters mark, almost blasted when she kissed up against my balls.
What a show those pervs next door were getting, watching Monique fully inhale the rigid length of my dong. I was packed tight in her mouth and throat, cushioned in velvety wetness. The black bombshell gripped my trembling thighs and bobbed her head back and forth, sucking on my cock.
She absolutely wet-vacced my prick, lips sealed tight and tongue flowing, up and down, mouth and throat sensuously stretching to accommodate and envelop. She sucked fast, sucked slow, pulling me longer and harder, her cauldron of a mouth boiling my balls to the blow-off point.
My turn again. She smelled so wonderful, looked and felt and tasted so juicy, I just had to get the ultimate mouthful—in between her legs.
I picked her up by the waist, dropped down to my own knees on the carpet, pussy-level. She was sodden, dripping with moisture, lips swollen black and slick on the outside, pink and gleaming on the inside. I stuck out my tongue and touched her flaps with the tip.
“Jesus, yeah!” she gasped, jerking.
I slid my hands around her thighs and onto the twin, fleshy swells of her butt cheeks, digging my fingernails into the smooth, stretched skin. Then I licked up her slit from deep in between her legs to the top of her trimmed black fur, dragging her pussy in one long, hard, wet stroke.