Coffe, Tea, or Me!

Lately it just gets easier and easier for me to get into compromising positions when I was least expecting to with black men I meet in different public places. Tuesday morning was just typical of how it goes now for me, and it’s like I am not trying, it just happens. Like it’s out of my hands, or control anymore to prevent it, so I just flow with it. At Starbucks Tuesday, before 8:30 A.M. it happened again, and I’m so thrilled it did. I stop in there every day pretty much lust a little after 8 and a couple of weeks ago I saw a younger -30ish- black man inside, wearing his black and red uniform, driving a gas truck for a company in the area. He was gorgeous! Maybe a hair under six foot tall, very fit, like an athlete, muscular and beautiful. My pussy became soaked upon seeing him. I flirted with him in a very direct way, but he went outside and drove off before I could see him out there. I was sad over not asking for his number or email or something. When I saw him Tuesday last week again, I smiled at him when he spotted me in line coming in. I could tell by his reaction he was happy, very happy to see me. I completed my business and moved slowly as possible towards the door, while staring at him, as he stared at me. Last second I pushed my lips tight to make a kiss to him. I got in my car and waited for him to come out. I watched him walk to his truck and get in, that was my cue. Pulling out, I drove immediately in front of his truck and waved to him to come out and talk for a second. He stepped out onto the ground, and slowly walked like a tightly wound coil to my passenger side front window. “Do you know much about cars, anything at all?” He didn’t answer real quick, he took his time and checked my cars interior, or something in my car, out carefully, before he shrugged his thick shoulders. “Maybe a little, not much.” We were both smiling so wide and I was almost giddy with delight being so close to him, but I managed to maintain and say, “do you have a minute to listen to the engine and tell me if you hear anything weird?” He stood straight, then bent back over. “Sure, rev the motor.” He stood and took a step from the window. “Well get in then, you can’t hear it unless it’s moving.” He got in and I introduced myself, then so did he. I drove directly towards the rear of the complex as he listened for phantom noises. “I don’t hear anything,” he said as I slipped around back. “Let me park and see if you can hear it outside,” and I pulled into the most secluded spot I could find, popped the hood and got out as he did. He raised the hood and I inched toward him and made contact “Accidentally” with my butt and bent forward as if to listen, then I acted as if I heard something and pointed to a spot on the opposite side of me, urging him to lean in and try to hear it, all while I lean my ass into him and grind up against him. When I turned to face him, he took hold of me, spun me and kissed me, and it was on. “You know where you can really hear the noise rom,” I said while he bit and kissed my neck, “in the back seat.” He laughed and looked at me, while I stroked his cock through his jeans. “Is that right?” I shook my head yes and we moved into the back seat. I immediately got his pants undone and pulled them down and he sat next to me on the back seat. I jumped onto my knees on the seat alongside him and got in prime cock sucking position. I sucked his cock with eagerness and fury, deep throating his huge cock only a couple times before he cried out in a half growl, half moan, put a hand on the back of my head to force me down and he exploded cum into my throat and mouth. I swallowed as fast as I could to get it all and then just kept sucking until he convulsed and pulled me from his cock, though I kept stroking him. “I told myself if I ever saw you again I wasn’t gonna let you slip away from me again, and I was going to make up for the first time.” “How you gonna make up for it more than that girl?” His cock was still rock hard in my hand and I stared mesmerized by its perfect proportion and enormity. I started to smile lewdly, I could feel the lust for him taking me over. “Can I meet you here tomorrow again,” I appeared as if I was talking to his cock. He explained his route takes him by here only the one day per week. “I wanted to let you have me today, I told myself if I got lucky and saw you again I was going to let you do whatever you wanted with me.” He started removing my clothes as if to test me and in a minute I was fully undressed, naked in the backseat in broad daylight with this beautiful young black stud who seemed to know exactly what he wanted to do with me. He talked to me constantly which I love. I love being told how hard someone intends to fuck me for some reason. He positioned me so I was kneeling alongside him again, this time he held me by my hair and he held the bottom base of his cock with his other hand. He guided me on and off of his huge cock, stuffing my mouth and throat when he visited me. “You like this cock?” It’s only my favorite question in the whole world. Because I have an answer. “I love this cock.” “Spit on it.” And I do so, immediately. Then he lets his cock go and grabs hold of my nose so I can’t breathe and shoves me down, forcefully pushing his cock into the deepest regions of my throat. Breathing would cause me to choke. So he fucks my throat furiously then lets me up and lets my nose go. “Ever had a cock that deep before.” All I say is “Uh uh”, and he grabs my nose and does it again, now saliva is everywhere. “Lick it up and put it on my dick,” and I try to, but I am breathing so hard. Soon he is fucking my throat again, and maybe another ten times before he pulls me onto the floor and kneels me bent over the seat, and gets behind me. “Hold your pussy open for me,” again I do as I am told, and feel the massive head rubbing around getting wet. Then he backs away, before he lunges his whole body forward into me, his cock diving full length into my pussy and the wind rushing out of me from the impact. Before I can catch my breath he has me by the small of the waist and is just jackhammering me as fast and as hard as he can. I was in a dream world that only the sound of his voice could snap me out of. “I just knew you were gonna be the kinda girl likes that pussy pounded, and you are.” I arched my back more in response to give him a better target. I couldn’t speak. He got the message and turned up the intensity. “Next week you gonna be at the same place, same time?” I managed to tell him yes and he told me what he wanted me to wear, to which I agreed, “OK.” He kept asking me if this was what I wanted as he thrust his cock up as deep as he could and held it there. He knew the answer to all his questions before asking, except maybe “Where do you want me to cum?” Because I surprised him a little I think. “On my face, please, cum all over my face.” Which he did very soon, firing thick streams across my face. Then he took a picture of me with his phone which I was only too happy to pose for. He left me there, naked and messy and satisfied and with the promise of doing it all and more in a week again.
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