by Rumple Foreskin
* I was, hauling ass across town, dodging drunks and running red lights, while this sexy blonde nurse gobbled on my Johnson like it was the last dark meat on earth and she hadn’t eating in a month. In-fucking-credible.
What made the whole scene even wilder was her being the evening supervisor where I worked, in other words, the chick, Donna Faircloth, was my boss, and married, and I’d just hit on her a few hours ago. Talk about unreal.
I’d been thinking, make that damn near obsessing, about nailing her since my first day on the job. I’m a senior pre-med student and work part-time as an orderly, usually on her ward.
Now a lot of dudes get off on hustling white chicks. Not me. I’ve made it with a couple of them and, to tell you the truth, they were lousy lays. So Donna being white wasn’t that big a deal—just a nice bonus.
The weird thing is, I’d have liked her even if she wasn’t white or an instant hard-on. I’m not bullshitting when I say she’s even nicer than she looks-and that’s saying a helluva a lot. I mean, she’s smart but easy to talk to, friendly as hell, never seemed hung up about my being black, and unlike a lot of the RN’s I’ve known, doesn’t sit on her ass and dump on the rest of the staff.
The thing is, you’d have to be dead or nuts or gay not to want her. She’s cute as hell with short blonde hair, nice legs, and a cuddly body that looks custom-made for serious fucking.
I’d been waiting for the right time to make a move on her, although I didn’t have much hope. She always seemed the happily married type. And while she didn’t mind flirting, you could tell she wasn’t into fooling around. Besides, even if she did agree, Brenda, my old lady, is jealous as hell and always watches me like a hawk.
Now don’t get me wrong, Brenda’s a classy looking fox in her own right. She’s tall, with these great long legs but, well, she’s on the skinny side, like a fashion model. In fact, she’s done a little modeling.
The problem is she’s not really that interested in sex, at least not since we’ve been married. About once a month would be just fine with her. So maybe now you understand why I may like, even respect, Donna, but can’t help being totally turned on by her.
Anyway, having old “hawk-eye” out of town this week visiting relatives, I knew it was now or never. Yesterday I kinda chickened out though ‘cause we were busy as hell and Donna seemed moody and distracted. In fact, she’d been acting a little strange for a week or so. But today one of the aides said Donna and her old man were fighting. That explained her bad mood and gave me the perfect opening.
We’d often talked about sex and I’d told her all about Brenda’s super-low sex drive. So when we were alone, getting ready to hand out the evening medications, I used her familiarity with my situation to take my shot.
“Lady, you’re acting all tense and nervous, like I do when Brenda’s been playing real hard-to-get. You and old Clay having problems?”
She sighed and nodded. “Clay hasn’t been what you’d call overly affectionate since I became supervisor. Last week, we got into a big fight—our first. That’s made things even worse.”
I adopted my “shuck & jive” teasing voice, “Man, I can’t imagine any self-respecting dude not wanting to get it on all night long with a fine lady like you.”
“You’re sweet to say that, Malcolm, even if it’s not true. It’s funny, but that’s just how I really feel about you and Brenda. Of course, it’s not funny--not for either of us. Believe me, I’ve learned just how much it hurts.” She looked across the meds cart and gave me an empathetic smile.
This was the time and place. I tried to smile and act casual. “Well, you know, maybe the two of us should look into easing each other’s pain. Like, maybe after work.”
She hesitated for what seemed like forever. You could almost see her mind working, trying to sort things out. “Malcolm, are you suggesting what I think you’re suggesting?”
Something told me not to make a smart-ass remark, so I just keep my gaze locked onto her big eyes and made this super-small nod. At first she didn’t say a thing, just stared right back. After what seemed forever, she gave me this little half-smile, whispered, “Well, okay,” and my heart started beating again.
After that, the damn shift seemed to last forever. I kept worrying she might change her mind. But she didn't back out. Back out, hell. I’m here to testify that fine, white leg was ready to party.
To throw off any suspicion, we agreed she’d leave work first and meet me in the parking lot of an all-night café over on the other side of town. She was out of her car and into mine the moment I pulled up beside her.
The first thing I did was lean over and kiss her. I wanted to find out if her lips were as warm and soft and sweet as they looked. And I’m here to tell you, they were.
I moved back behind the wheel, but she kept looking at me. Those big blue eyes were half-closed Her moist lips were slightly parted. What I’m trying to say is she looked so damn fine, so sexy, so inviting, I didn’t know if I could wait until we got to the alley.
That sweet face and luscious body were enough to raise the dead. Knowing all those goodies were about to be mine for the taking was an incredible rush. My stomach was all knotted up with excitement and I could feel old Roscoe twitching in anticipation. I’d gotten so hot for that smooth, creamy flesh, it almost made me cross-eyed. For just a second, I thought about jumping her right there. But I didn’t want any interruptions, so I just stroked one of her knees, then I made myself shift gears and get the hell out of there.
I hadn’t hit the first red light before she started taking her shoes off. The next thing you know, she’s hiking up the short skirt to her white, nurse’s uniform and pulling off her panty hose and panties. I couldn’t help looking, of course, and got a great view of some fine thighs plus a glimpse of her silky little bush. It was all such a dick-straining vision, we nearly wrecked.
After saying something about my driving, she handed me her panties. A moment later, her lips were against my ear. While working it over, she asked where we were going. I told her, then just as I noticed the crotch to her panties was soaked, she began unzipping my fly.
I was so stiff and long by that time, she had to unbuckle my belt and unsnap my pants. If old Roscoe had only known what was coming, he’d been fighting to get out. For right there in the front seat, while I was trying to negotiate the late night traffic, she started giving him a blowjob.
You better believe it’s one out-of-this-fucking-world experience to be driving down the street weaving between cars and trying to avoid the winos while a foxy, blonde chick is going down on you. And let me tell you, she was making like a Hoover, keeping me right on the edge of losing my load.
Now I’ve never really been into oral sex, but when she slowly slid her tongue up and down the shaft, I thought I’d fucking died and gone to heaven. It got even better when she circled the tip of her tongue around my swollen knob, then slowly sucked it back in past her lips and teeth until she had my entire cock head back inside her mouth. After swirling her tongue around it for a minute, she started sucking again.
Man, you can’t imagine how glad I was when we finally turned into that alley. While I eased the car toward the back, where we wouldn’t be seen from the road, she stopped sucking, raised her head and looked around. “Are we there, yet daddy?” she asked, giving me this sexy, shit-eating grin. When I said yes, she gave Roscoe a final kiss, then hauled her sweet young ass into the back.
Now in my opinion, it’s real important for a dude to always maintain his cool, especially around a chick. That’s not easy though when your rock-hard boner is still damp from her mouth. So after parking, I took a deep breath to settle my nerves, turned off the motor and lights, turned down the radio, which was just playing disco shit anyway, and pushed in the lighter. We'd have a cigarette first, I figured, then get down to business.
But when I asked if she wanted a smoke, she replied in a low, absolutely un-fucking-believably sexy voice, "What do you think, Malcolm?"
Naturally, I turned around. What I saw, even in that dim light, damn near turned me to stone. Stretched out on the back seat of my old car was the sexiest sight I’d ever seen. This drop-dead gorgeous chick was lying buck-naked on her back and looking up at me with those soft, blue, bedroom eyes of hers while giving me a come hither smile that was an open invitation to fuck. What's more, she was slowly stroking a fine looking boob with one hand while casually running the fingertips of the other hand through her tiny, blonde bush.
Believe me, I checked out every inch of her righteous bod. But after seeing her trim little snatch, I couldn’t look away, at least not until I heard her say something like, "So tell me Malcolm, is a cigarette what you really want the most right now? I mean, if it is, well, that's okay with…."
Now don’t ask me if that’s exactly what she said, because the truth is my brain had gone numb. The only thing I knew was that I’d landed in the middle of a real-life fantasy and was about to fuck the hottest looking chick I'd ever known. Well, to be honest, I also knew I sure as hell didn’t want any cigarette.
I remember shouting something about, "No fucking way!" then scrambling into the back seat and landing right between those beautiful, wide-open legs. After briefly grinding my mouth against hers, I slid down and got a double lip-lock on one of her hard pink nipples. All this time I’m struggling to get my uniform off. Once that was done, I moved back up until old Roscoe nosed into the juncture of those smooth, perfect thighs.
Like I’ve said, it’s important for a dude to maintain his cool, so I kept kissing her until I couldn’t wait any longer. Breaking the kiss, I rose up slightly, and slapped on my best smile. I wanted to watch her reaction when my big, black Johnson sliced fast and deep into that blonde-haired pussy.
To make sure I had a clear shot, I gently lifted and spread her legs. She didn’t object, just scooted around a little to get comfortable. We stayed in that position for a minute, body-on-body, hip-to-hip, motionless and expectant. I could see the lust in her eyes, smell the aroma of need mixed with her perfume, and feel her warm, pale skin shivering with excitement. This chick wanted it bad.
But so did I. And being a real gent, I didn’t want to keep her waiting. The moment old Roscoe plunged into her body I saw her face scrunch up and heard her gasp. When he hit the inner most recesses of her pussy, she shuddered, her head jerked back, her lips formed a small "O" and she moaned, “Oh, yes.” I’d been right about her body. There might not be much of it, but what she did have was prime and able to handle every inch I could give.
I paused while her pussy clutched around the entire length of my hard, dark meat. There was no rush and I wanted to savor it all: The sensation of her tight pussy squeezing my Johnson, The feel of her warm, agile little body under me, and maybe most of all, the sounds of her soft moans and quick breaths as she waited for me to start pounding into that smooth, creamy flesh.
But it was impossible to stay still so I didn’t keep her waiting for long. I began pumping old Roscoe in and out of that juicy, blonde snatch, listening as she let out a cry of pure passion. Wrapping her arms and legs around my body, she began matching my downward plunges with equally urgent, upward thrusts of her own. Within seconds, I could tell she was having a mind-blowing orgasm.
I didn't slow down to let her savor the afterglow, just kept pounding my hammer into her. Before I knew what was happening, she started coming again. The feel of that dynamite little bod twisting and shaking under me was fucking fantastic. I never wanted to stop, just keep nailing her hard and fast until she either begged for mercy or I died in the saddle with a big grin on my face.
By now I could tell she’d lost track of everything but the feel of old Roscoe making like a jackhammer in and out of her silky snatch. I lifted my upper body off her and watched in amazement as she began having one quick orgasm after another. I’d never known any chick, black or white, who did that.
During one climax, she was moaning and tossing her head from side to side while her fingers dug at my back. The moment after that one peaked, she gasped and her body jerked hard. I couldn’t believe it. This chick was having another one. This time her pussy squeezed so hard, it nearly forced me out of that slippery little hole.
The feeling was so great it started me building toward my own orgasm. But this was such an incredible fuck, I wanted to enjoy it a little longer. So I changed my position, then began using long, slow strokes.
Maybe it was the new position, maybe the new pace, but suddenly her arms were wrapped around my neck and she was hugging me close, moaning, “Oh, yes. Oh, Malcolm-yes!” while thrusting her hips up to met my every stroke.
Hearing her say my name like that was too much. It triggered a humongous surge of passion that made a joke out of my trying to keep from coming. For the first time ever, I could appreciate the old line about, "cracking your nuts." Mine seemed to explode and I felt my load surging down my shaft, then erupt deep inside her marvelous, clutching cunt.
Meanwhile, she must have been having her own mother of an orgasm. The pressure inside her pussy became unbelievable. When she shouted, “Oh, yes!” it sounded like she’d just won the lottery. Her hips sprang off the car seat as her body became a stiff bow. I grabbed her hips and with one final lunge, drilled old Roscoe in deep and hard as the last of my cum poured into her hot, churning pussy.
I’ve got no idea how long we stayed locked together like that. But finally she sighed and slumped back onto the car seat. A moment later, I lost all control over my body and collapsed on top of her. Like I said before, I’m a whole lot bigger but she didn’t complain. Instead, she slowly stroked my sweaty back while we both tried to recover.
It turned out to be a super fast recovery time. We never changed positions. Instead, we stayed wrapped in each other’s arms, kissing and talking while she gently coaxed old Roscoe back to life.
That second session lasted a lot longer which made it even better. Afterward, I felt totally satisfied for the first time in months, but I also felt completely exhausted. It made me wonder whether I’d nailed her or she’d nailed me. But it didn’t matter.
Donna Faircloth might be married, white, and my boss but she was also sexy as hell, fun to be with, and one of the finest pieces of ass I’d ever had. So it didn’t matter who was the hammer and who the nail. I had to have her again, and real damn soon.
Unfortunately, soon took a lot longer coming than I’d wanted to wait. Our schedules were so screwed up; it was over two weeks before we could hook up again. And by then, I’d lived to see a miracle.
Brenda came back from visiting her folks all lovey-dovey and with a positive attitude toward sex. Apparently, someone back home, my guess is it was her feisty old Grandma, must have gotten wind of what wasn’t happening in our bedroom and given her a real attitude adjustment.
You better believe, I was enjoying every minute of Brenda’s new sexuality. And you know, if she’d always been that way, I doubt if I’d ever risked making a move on Donna. But I did, and when we did, her loving was absolutely addictive. So no matter what Brenda was like now, I couldn’t kick my need for Donna’s loving.