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Well, I have to admit I had been fantasising about it all day, and in a way I did go looking for it. Some of the young black guys in London look so tough, mean and hot that I couldn’t help imagining what it would be like to be on the floor with one of them pounding his big hard cock into me. All the same, I couldn’t believe I actually put myself in that position - I as good as asked for it. Despite those fantasies, when it comes down to it I’ve always been a bit shy, and never been considered a slutty girl.
I was down in London looking at flats, cos I’d just got a job working for a travel agent in London and was preparing to move down there. I remember when I came to London before for the interview, some black guys eyeing me up and shouting to me on the street – I was so nervous I just looked away and walked past as quick as I could, but I couldn’t help being a bit turned on. I mean, I’d never had a black guy, but most of them were really well built, and (I’d seen pictures) well endowed! Plus I guess there’s a part of me that likes a man to be aggressive and dominate me. I thought about it all the way back up to Nottingham on the train, and I had to go into the toilet at one point for a bit of privacy, I was getting so horny.
So this time I’d just finished looking at a flat in north London, and was walking back to the bus stop. It turned out not to be a very nice flat, but I had another 3 to look at the next day, and was heading back to the hostel where I was staying in central London. It was a nice summer evening, and I was dressed in jeans and a sleeveless white tank top with white and pink trainers.
I saw this really big black guy with very short dreadlocks coming towards me but on the opposite side of the street. He was wearing baggy jeans and a black vest, and he looked absolutely ripped. I don’t know what came over me, and I still can’t quite believe it, but I actually crossed the street so we would pass directly. I remember my heart pounding as he came closer, but I even made myself walk closer to him than necessary on that pavement. I could feel him looking at me, and somehow as he passed me I felt a weird kind of relief, and the thought that he was looking back at my fit arse in my tight jeans made me feel all tingly.
Not for long though, as a couple of seconds later I heard him call “Yo!”, and I almost tripped up with the shock. He came back towards me, as I stood frozen by the side of the road.
“Was you lookin’ at me?” he demanded. I just stood there, I must have been shaking with excitement, my heart pounding like crazy.
“H-hi” I stammered, avoiding eye contact. Hi? Hi?!? That’s not how you respond to a 6’3 stranger who accosts you aggressively on the street! I should be walking on, ready to run, right? But I’m just stood there sheepishly, and actually say hi to him.
“Where you think you going, dressed like that an givin’ me little looks?” Now he had an arm against the wall beside me, blocking me from walking in the direction I had been going. Not that I wanted to, not really. My heart was pounding, I was too nervous to make any eye contact, but I’m only 5’2 and the view I had of his muscly chest and arms wasn’t bad anyway. I lowered my eyes more, till they were on his crotch area, and I couldn’t help searching for a bulge there.
“Then you think you just gonna walk on eh?”, he said. I could feel him looking at my 33C boobs under my tanktop, and I knew my nipples were hard and sticking out.
“N-no”, I answered. What??? I felt like some stranger was answering him, like it wasn’t me at all.
He couldn’t seem to believe it either. But only for a second. Next thing I knew his powerful arm was round my shoulders, and we were walking back the direction I’d come from. “Dat’s right, girl. You know what’s good for you”, he said. I think I stammered an um and an er, but was too shocked to form any proper response. Where was he taking me??
He pulled out a phone and called someone, all the time with one big arm firmly squeezing me, almost crushing me against his side, marching down the street. “Yo.
We turned into a block of flats, and he led me into a stairwell. It was pretty grotty, but my anticipation was growing at the thought of him doing what he wanted to me in some dirty flat. I guess I must like a bit of rough. He pushed me ahead as we went up the stairs, and I felt his big hand slapping my little bum.
“That’s a little taster for you” he said, before pushing me, startled and totally flustered, up the stairs again.
Eventually we reached the 4th floor, where he pulled me along to one of the doorways, his arm now just round my neck. He was breathing a bit heavily too now, clearly excited at the prospect of fucking me. Little me! I knew a lot of guys fancied me, that I was considered cute, perky and petite, but the idea of this massive, muscle-bound black guy wanting me so much, refusing to let go of me for a second, that was just so hot.
He rang the doorbell, and I heard a dog barking.
He laughed as he looked at me. “Easy Kev. Where’dya find this one?”
“Near the bus stop, innit” Kev replied.
I felt him look at me and he laughed again. “Mate, you got a talent! Well enjoy. I’ll be back in an hour”.
As he led the dog past us, he reached down and grabbed my ass and I jumped with surprise. “Nice!” he called back at us.
Then Kev pushed me in the door, followed me in and kicked it closed behind. Immediately he had me up against the wall of the narrow hallway, pawing at at my body, hands running up my thighs. Then suddenly he grabbed my head and pushed me down on my knees. He pulled his vest off to reveal a seriously toned torso, but I didn’t have much time to focus on that. Next thing I knew, his jeans were down and so were his boxers, and he was pushing the biggest, hardest dick I’d ever seen right in my face. It was both longer and thicker than my boyfriend at the time’s one, and I just couldn’t believe what was happening.
But for some reason I decided at that moment to play hard to get. As he pushed it against my lips I turned my face away.
He pulled back, and started relatively gently pushing his dick back and forth, in and out of my mouth. I was stunned how deep he pushed it, I’d never had a boy’s dick that far in my mouth before, but it was pretty sexy.
He fucked my mouth for a couple of minutes, leaving me gagging several times. I was red faced and panting for breath by the time he pulled me to my feet and dragged me into the living room.
He pulled my tight tanktop up over my boobs, then impatiently rolled me onto my front to undo my bra strap. As he did so I rolled off the couch and onto the floor, and he followed, rolling me over onto my back again and pulling my bra off. He started licking and caressing my tits with his big hands and tongue. Everything about him was big! He kicked off his trainers and pulled off his jeans and boxers, and then seemed to decide he wanted more bj, as he straddled my face and pushed it back in my mouth. This time I did my best to keep up and did more actual sucking than before, but he still pushed his big black cock in and out quite rough and deep.
Suddenly he pulled out and was undoing my jeans. He tugged them roughly down to just below my knees, along with my tight white and pink panties, rolling me on my front again. Instantly I felt his fingers rubbing against the wet opening to my pussy.
He didn’t waste much more time with foreplay. He pulled me to my knees there in the middle of the living room floor, with my top just pushed up over my breasts, my Nikes still on and my jeans and knickers down round my ankles. I felt the big head of his cock pressing up against my pussy lips, and I was surprised to find I had the presence of mind to pant “Condom” as loud as my timidity would allow. He laughed out loud, then said “Alright girl, fair enough”. He grabbed a condom from his jeans pocket and pulled it on, then lined his dick up to my pussy again. Then it was pushed inside. I was grateful that he went a little slow at first, pushing gradually deeper into me. It really did feel big compared to those I’d had before.
As he started to thrust harder and harder, my body position slipped lower and lower. It was hard to balance on my knees with my jeans and pants round my ankles. Within a minute I was almost flat on my front, with him straddling my firm butt. He was grunting and growling, and pumping me so hard I was being pushed across the room. It was so hot, this massive, strong, aggressive guy, just doing what he wanted to me. Within a couple of minutes my head was pushed up against the base of the couch. I turned my head to the side and put my arm between it and the couch as a kind of cushion. His big hand was pressing my head down into the floor, and then he grabbed me by the back of the neck, growling angrily, pumping harder, and I came hard there and then. I let out little whimpers, but kept them as quiet as I could.
But Kev wasn’t finished yet, and he pulled out of me and pulled my trainers, jeans and panties off. He pushed my legs apart and climbed on top of me, pushing his dick deep into me. He grabbed my legs and pushed them up over his shoulders as he ploughed hard into me. I guess those years of ballet training did have some use, as I was flexible enough to let him get his cock pretty deep.
“Yeah, you little slut”, he growled as he pounded me harder & harder, again pushing me across the living room floor with each thrust. It was fucking hot, but I have to admit I was struggling to take it that hard. It was a relief when I sensed him tense up and start to power his last few thrusts into me, ramming me up against the sideboard pulling my hair and grunting loudly and aggressively.
As his thrusts slowed, I felt drops of his sweat landing on my face. He laughed in my face too. “Hahaha! You liked it, didn’t you, you little slut?” I just looked away, red-faced and pouting, but yeah, I certainly did like it. And I guess I had behaved like a little slut by coming there with a total stranger and letting him do that to me.
He pulled out of me and went and threw away the condom. He pulled his clothes back on and told me to do the same. Then he turned on the TV, physically picked me up and sat me on the couch, and walked to the door. “Stay there till my mate Jason gets back. I think he wants a word with you” he said, and with that he walked out and closed the door behind him.
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