Doing the White Boy (3 page)

“
That’s it. Give me what I
want. Come for me, Evy.”

She bites down on her lower lip, then
captures it with her teeth as she whimpers, shivers still pouring
through her while she moves to the motion of my hand. I could do
this for hours—watch her amazing facial expressions as she finds
release after release.

Her pleasure seems to have reached its
peak, body freezing as her mouth drops open. I imagine the breath
stilling in her lungs just as she arches her back, tilting her face
toward the ceiling with a silent scream in her throat. Damn, she’s
beautiful, fucking gorgeous… Hell, I don’t even think there’s a
word to describe how she looks right now.

Evy remains frozen in her pose for a
moment then collapses toward me, burying her face against the crook
of my neck. She seems to dancing in my arms, breathing heavy and
shaking as she comes down from her high.

“
Ohgod, ohgod,
ohgod…”

I wait for her tremors to ease, give
her a big grin as she finds her calm. Yeah, I’m a cocky fucker.
When I think she’s finally got her body under control, I slide my
hand free of her pussy and bring it to my lips to stare at the
glistening evidence of what we just shared. It’s then that she
raises her head, watching me as I slip a finger into my mouth,
letting the flavor of her cream explode over my taste buds. I can
only imagine how heavenly it’ll be when I can eat directly from her
cunt.

“
You’re delicious, Evy. I
want to lick your pussy until you cream all over my
tongue.”

She whimpers, then turns her attention
away from me. I follow her gaze to see our waiter approaching with
our dinner on a tray. The moment the waiter’s in range, Evy
addresses him. “Check, please. We’d like everything boxed up to
go.”

Thankfully, it’s not long before we’re
outside, with Evy cuddled against me, her hand sneaking under my
shirt to glide over my skin. Fuck, I wanna feel her touch me in all
the right places. Her mouth, her lips, her tongue, her hands, her
pussy…whatever will make me feel good.

I mean, the shit that just went down
in Tonio’s was hot, and I can’t wait for more. Right now, I should
be dragging her big ass home, fucking her into the wall, and making
her scream my name.

Instead…

Instead, I’m going to act like a
fucking girl and pussy out, ‘cause I really like her, and I want
more than a just quick fuck from her.

So, common sense aside, I stop at the
edge of the sidewalk, look down at those whiskey-hued eyes, and end
the night before I come in my pants. “Can we go out again
sometime?”

I can practically hear her brain
switching from “fuck me, Danny” to “fuck you, Danny” as I wimp the
fuck out.

“
Excuse
me?
” she asks, a puzzled look marring her
face.

I lick my lips. I seriously need to
get over this dry mouth shit. Then, I tug her close, until her
front is pressed along mine, so she can feel how interested in her
I really am, regardless of the fact that what I’m about to say is
going to sound like a brushoff. Guys don’t finger a chick in a
restaurant and make her come without wanting more. Like,
immediately.

“
I want to see you again,
and I just don’t want this to be a onetime thing. It probably
doesn’t make sense, shit, it barely makes sense to me, but…can we
do this another time?” I rock my hips against hers, dick still hard
like a fucking champ.

“
You serious?
I’m a sure thing right now, Danny.” She smirks, a
small hitch of the left side of her mouth. “We don’t have to wait…
I promise to respect you in the morning…even if I do pound your ass
with your new toy.” Evy leans close, lips against my ear, hot
breath fanning my skin. “I brought it with me. Makes me wet when I
think about you fucking me while you’ve got a toy in your hole,
rubbing against your hot button. Don’t you want that?”

Fucking-hot-as-shit-bitch. “You’re
evil.” I turn my head, capture her lips and force my tongue into
her mouth. She tastes so damn good, food and sex all mixing with
her natural flavor. “As hard as this is for me to do, I’m going to
walk you to your car and send you on your way.”

She smacks my chest. “You
suck.”

“
Your tits? Why yes, I
would love to suck them.”

“
Just not now,
right?”

“
No, I do, but…”

Dude. I’m such a girl. How in the fuck
did I just pass up on that?

Letting Evy go was probably the
hardest, and maybe the dumbest thing I’ve ever done. Mostly because
my dick wanted to follow her home, like a little lost
puppy.

So, she left with the promise of
another day, another time. And I simply adjusted my hard-on, and
then got in my SUV and started driving home.

I sure hope I didn’t put her off, or
fucked things up with her.

As I pull into my parking spot, I
notice my dick is still standing tall. With a sigh, I climb from my
vehicle and head inside, strip my clothes as I pad toward my
bedroom, straining cock leading the way.

Throwing my cell onto the mattress I
flop onto the bed, and after some digging through the bedside
table, I snag my bottle of lube and settle in for a quick jerk-off
session. I squirt a bit of lubricant into the middle of my palm and
start stroking my dick, a gentle, steady slide over hot skin. I tug
my meat, mind squarely focused on the chocolaty goodness I turned
down.

I imagine sucking her tits, nibbling
her nipples, slipping my hand down her body until I’m massaging her
wet pussy. Her creamy snatch is scorching, swallowing up my fingers
like a hungry little cunt.

What made it so hot tonight were all
the little sounds she made, whimpers and moans while I got her off,
making her come all over my hand.

God, I want to taste her, fuck her
with my tongue for a bit before I slam my dick home, then bury my
cock deep inside her tight fucking pussy.

Damn, this feels good, hand pumping my
cock, pleasure racing down my spine while I imagine filling her,
stretching her cunt wide as she begs me to make her come. Me, her
white-boy with a big dick, and after I’m done pleasing her…she’ll
always want cream in her coffee. Over and over again.

I rub my fingers against the area just
beneath the head, nice and slow, which sends a shudder right
through me, pushing me that much closer to coming.

I’d bust my nut so hard, stuffing her
pussy while she milks my cock of my load. That is, I would be, if I
hadn’t tried so hard to be a fucking gentleman.

“
Fuck yeah, take that
cock.” I raise my hips and fuck the enclosed circle of my fingers
while I use my other hand to play with my balls.

She’d scream my name, beg me to fuck
her harder, faster, tell me she’s my dirty little slut who wants it
all.

The fap, fap, fap sound of my stroking
hand is nearly drowned out by the harsh sound of my ragged
breathing, while I jerk myself off. I slide my hand from my balls
and travel south, until I reach my asshole. Fuck yes.

I’d bang the shit out of her, fuck her
senseless. I imagine her returning the favor, helping me find that
hot button in my ass that’s sure to make me see stars.

I continue my one-way dialogue,
envisioning she’s right here with me. “Raunchy whore, aren’t you?
Beg for my dick. Want it harder? I’ll fuck you stupid.”

Yes, yes, god, yes… My hand feels
good, but I know her pussy would feel so much better.

I’d fuck her so hard and fast she
wouldn’t be able to think straight.

I bring a finger up to collect a bit
of lube from my dick before I return it to the entrance of my
asshole, then circle round and round before I push it inside.
Gently, slowly.

It’s weird, different… Not bad, it
actually feels pretty good, but fuck, straight men don’t go around
putting things in their asses now, do they? And they certainly
don’t fantasize about a hot, thick, black woman pounding into them
with a strap-on for chrissakes.

But fuck me if I don’t want
that.

I slip my finger in and out of my
butthole in time with the tugs on my aching cock. Hells yeah. So
fucking good.

In my head Evy’s riding me, the dildo
in my ass. Her tits are bouncing in front of my face and I suck and
bite ‘em, make her cry and scream for me to fuck her
hard.

She swivels her hips, teases me, but I
use my free hand to hold her steady while I fuck her from below.
Pounding into her juicy pussy, I listen to her moan and groan as
she palms her breasts, pinching her nipples while she rides my
dick.

Hell yes, she’s such a sweet, hot
piece. Making my cock burn as it yearns to climax.

“
Damn, damn…gonna
come.”

I imagine her telling me to come in
her pussy, to fill her up until my cum drips out of her
cunt.

Dirty little slut.

It’s there, so close, and I increase
the speed of my moving hand, envision her pleading with me to give
her what she needs. I press my finger deeper into my ass with each
hard tug, spreading my legs wide to get better access, slipping it
in and out while I jerk my cock.

Pure pleasure gathers and centers on
my balls, sack drawing up tight while a flash of lightening seems
to fill me, taking over my entire body, urging my movements on.
Harder. Faster.

“
Fuck yeah…” I gasp,
finding it hard to breathe, panting while I work toward finding my
nut. I squeeze my dick, milk and yank my meat, just like her pretty
little pussy will be doing to me when I finally get the chance to
fuck her.

I feel my building orgasm gathering
along my spine, slithering and surrounding my balls until I think
I’m ready to blow.

Eyes shut, I see Evy’s face tighten
after each upstroke, sweat covering us both while she tells me to
fuck her, to fill her full of cock. And then…she says she’ll ream
my lily-white ass with the strap-on.

And that’s all it takes.

I come, back arched and mouth hanging
open while spurt after spurt of warm jizz erupts from my dick,
coating me with my own spunk as I continue to finger fuck my
slippery asshole.

I take my time enjoying this, and I
don’t immediately stop. I slow the pace of my stroking hand, but
keep up the tugging, milking my dick of the last remnants of my
blissful orgasm. My magic finger is still sliding in and out of my
asshole as the remaining shudders continue to course through my
body, causing my muscles to tighten.

Damn. Just, damn.

Eventually, my heart slows to normal,
breathing evens out, and I snag a shirt from the floor to clean up.
I’ll do laundry tomorrow. Really.

For now, I don’t think I could move if
my life depended on it. The erotic thoughts of Evy and my heavenly
climax has me in fucking knots.

Fuckity. Fuck. I close my eyes and
curse myself for not dragging Evy home and living out my fantasy
with her. But she’s not a quick, one-time fuck, regardless of how
ready and willing she seemed. No siree.

I stretch out to pull my pillow
closer, but my hand collides with my cell phone. I wonder how much
of a perv I’d be if I text her now? Right after I’ve stroked one
out to the thought of her fucking me?

Fuck it.

I scroll through my address book and
find Evy’s contact info, then quickly begin to type a text to her
before I lose my nerve.

Stroked 1 out 2 d thout of
u. I’m an idiot. C me 2morrow? Dinner? Pretty please?

I sit and wait, eyes closed as I cup
my spent dick, stroking my soft meat while I curse myself for
acting like a lovesick chick.

It’s not long before I get a
reply.

Perv. Pick me up @ 7. 378
N 81st.

Will do.

Now leave me alone. I have
a date with your dildo, since someone wouldn’t fuck me.

My dick grows in my hand, and I’m
amazed it’s showing interest so soon after my last jerk-off
session. With a groan I close my eyes, rub my fingertips over my
sensitive ballsack, then immediately moan at the shiver that lights
up my spine.

This time I imagine…

I’m between her thighs, her sweet
chocolate pussy inches from my face, tempting me. Oh, she’s so
swollen and ready for me, her little clit hard and just begging for
my tongue to play with it. I flick my tongue between her nether
lips…her cunt tasting so sweetly salty…and simply
delicious.

My cock’s really interested now, so
hard it could pound nails into a piece of wood. All while I lap up
her cream…

My phone ringing literally makes me
jump, breaking my train of thought enough for me to release my
dick. I scramble to see who the stupid cock-blocker is, before the
call goes to voicemail.

I glance at the name on the screen
before I answer it. “Evy?”

All I get is a muffled “Mm” in
response. There’s a shuffle, some static coming through the line,
and I just sit there and eavesdrop. I wonder if she dialed me on
accident. Or...was it on purpose?