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AStarting a new job was always fun for me. Since I'm a waiter, the women at my place of business usually were outgoing and social. That makes everything so much easier when you’re trying to get into something juicy. At the time I started, most women there were white, and being a black male, I tend to my own. Not stuck up, but a little intimidated.

She was the only woman of color, and had a great ass. I’m tall so a short woman is great for my ego. I can flip, turn and just throw up against the wall whenever I want. It didn’t take long. Maybe about a week of flirting and finally she invited me to her house for drinks with her roommate. Her roommate was cool and everything was going great. It was kind of flattering for her to try to get me drunk. When she gave me a tall glass of 90% vodka and 10% juice. I’m not stupid, so from the first sip, I knew it was on.

The night grew long, and finally the roommate called it a night. And the second she left the room, ms. phat booty gave me the look of desire.

We tore off each other’s clothes, and in that kind of confusion, condoms rarely come up. I kissed every aspect of this goddess's body. Her curves excited me, her breasts make me hard, and her kisses almost put me over the top. As I licked across the lips that speak no words, her taste was better than any sweet juices. The darker the berry the sweeter the juice is what they say. This berry was juicy and she had to remind me that I needed to come back to her.

As I moved back up to her lovely lips, I centered my head on her opening. I could feel her river on the hardest log I have ever produced. As we kissed I felt her legs rise around my thighs and rest on my hips. Her feet slowly pushed my back. I didn’t need convincing, but at the same time I wanted to enjoy this momentous occasion, so I allowed my head to marinate in the flow. As the shaft slowly entered I looked in her eyes a realized that she was in the same world of pleasure I was residing in.

As the shaft entered, I realized something. This was the tightest, wettest woman I ever had the pleasure of being in. The resistance I felt made me proud to go inch after inch past the folds. As I reached the end of my journey, we became one body. That’s when the craziness started.

It was slow at first but I couldn’t stop myself from being a glutton for those wet sounds I heard as I moved faster and faster. Her lip was about to bleed from her chewing at it. Her eyes stayed shut until I took my member and retracted till the tip of mine flirted with the lips of hers. Then as I pushed with all my might back into her and hit her lips just right, her eyes opened and looked into mine. Her hands grabbed my head and as she kissed me deep and long, her hands tore into the skin of my back.

This is when her being small and me being tall had the most benefit. I leaned into her body, wrapped my arms around her, and flipped her over so she could fall deeper onto my extravagance. Her body wasn’t quite ready for such depth and when I felt the bump at the back of her entrance, I knew she heard the G-Spot sing. She tried to ride, but the ride was too much for her. Hard to ride when you feel something poke your stomach. So I told her to just lie on me and put those beautiful breasts on my chest. I placed my hands on both halves of the globes she called an ass and I directed her hips up and down on me.

At this point, as you can imagine, I couldn’t take too much longer. I was almost ashamed that it took only a half-hour. But as the guided tour continued, the sprits of good sex over took her and she sat strait up. Her hands were grabbing sheets for stability as she grinded on and on and on. When she stopped and I felt the insides of her thighs shake, I rolled my eyes in the back of my head and felt every single drop of my children leave me and enter her. She felt it too because as she cussed up a storm, she looked at me with a sly smile, and said, "You mother fucker." And she shook her head, threw it back and went back to her orgasm.

We woke up and went at it again. It’s a miracle that she didn’t get pregnant, being that she wasn’t on the pill, and I dropped gallons into her. I miss her now. She said that a relationship was what she needed, but hey I couldn’t give her all that she wanted. I still can feel her on me, even after other women come and go.

Till this day, I wished she would have kept around a little longer, but our sunsets and sunrises may have been limited, but I play them in my mind as many times as I can.