Blog : Mandingo

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12/8/2016 7:06 pm

Mandingo

I drink him in. He is gorgeous, 6 feet even 300 plus pounds -- mostly muscle. I love the soft parts as much as i love his well developed arms and thighs. His firm but soft squeezable ass and round stomach equally turn me on. He is peanut butter brown with a thick bushel of scratchy beard hair. Tonight he wears a crisp white, hard starched, dress shirt and simple dark jeans with wheat color timberlands.
I have been waiting for him for at least an hour and a half. Waiting irritates the hell out of me, he knows this but still he has commanded me to stay until he arrives. He is here now, normally that would be all that matters but i am three long islands in and I turn my nose up remembering he is he has kept me waiting.
The bar is pretty packed, the crowd stands and sits shoulder to shoulder. The room seems to make way for him He steps behind me placing a heavily muscle arm on each side of me. His chest lightly resting on my back. His scent is the thing wet dreams are made of -- so divine. He orders me another drink and water for himself.
“Princess straighten your face.”
Plastering a “Fuck you” smile on my face before excusing myself to the ladies rooms. I check my makeup, and freshen up, hide in the stalls. Ladies on shaky heels with wide hips tip in and out. I listen to the benign conversations. The quick excited chatter of over zealous young women. I hear them speak of him at the bar buying ladies drinks and kisses hands. I wait for them to leave. My feelings hurt i will just sneak out the back door. Snatching the stall door open he is there leaning against the sink waiting on me.
“Are you done?”
Taking me into his arms crushing me against chest. His hands rubbing up and down my back, cupping my ass. He feels so good and i curl into him sticking my ass more. I feel the sting fire hot, lightning quick with a open palm he paddles me in rapid succession. Pulling my dress up spanking my bare ass until i am writhing wiggling and trying to pull away but he holds me effortlessly. My ass throbs and burns. Turning me around he walks into the stall. His fingers somehow already inside me. Bending me over, my hands on the back wall i feel the nasty glob of spit sliding down my ass crack and i tense. I can not believe he would fuck my ass here and now. His girth and length too much take in a public place. There is no way i could be quiet. I am frantic and begging; trying to wrench away.
“Please don't”
“Please don't”
“Please don't
These words are whispered repeated like a mantra. While one hand flails behind me trying to stop him. He captures my hand. Thrusting inside my sex leaning backwards to dig inside me. He strokes hard and rapid. The slapping of his balls banging against me ringing through room. His hand releases mine. His grip changes often from my hips to my shoulders pulling me into him. He is rough. He is touching my cervix on purpose knowing it hurts me. I am not silence though i try to be -- biting my lip and holding my breath. Tricks he knows well so he grabs my throat and impales me like a samurai. Running me through repeatedly until i scream and cum. Stepping forward over the commode pulling myself off his sword to release. Squatting releasing what has to be part of my core unabashed to be seen in such a garish position. He has seen worse made me do worse.
With coarse one ply tissue i clean myself up. He waits letting me take my time and be thorough. Giving myself a once over, i am satisfied my legs are sturdy again. I squat balancing on my dusty rose colored wedges. My mouth finds his member. I let it fill my mouth. I taste me on him and we are sweet. I move slowly nursing the tip sipping from it. He is impatient and thrust into my mouth. Choking me with his dick stroking my mouth pulling my braids. Spurting his thick seed into my mouth. Holding my head to his groin until drop has drain from it.
He helps me up smoothing over the fabric of my dress pulling and tugging until it is its original fitted form and i tuck him back into his jeans. With both his hands around my neck he kisses me passionately. His tongue invading my mouth possessing it. He is delicious.
We step outside to an audience. Bemuses faces, slack hung jaws, twisted lips of approval and sneers of disgust. We wash our hands and head back to the bar.
He drags me right out to the floor and we dance all night. Occasionally slapping my ass or groping it hard to remind me that will be more.

DesertGoddessaz 68F