Dalliance

“OH GOD!” Her expletive had been delivered through clenched teeth. Her head went down, but her eyes were still looking out into the coffee shop crowd.

“What?” Her blond friend was, as usual, confused by her sudden actions.

“Over there!” She pointed slightly with her chin, trying not to move conspicuously.

“WHERE!!!?? I don’t know what you are LOOKing at, Claire!”

This time Claire tossed her head in the relative direction. “Over there in the blue shorts. You can see the head of his cock!!!!!”

That stirred up her friend’s interest! Head up and wide eyed, she openly was seeking what her friend had seen. To actually see a man’s naked cock in a public place! Oh my god! This was exciting! The blond craned her neck looking for the object Claire was so excited about.

“OH MY GOD!!!!! I see it!!! I see his cock head! OH SHIT! Claire, he saw me looking! What do we do now?” The second she was caught staring, the blond instantly joined her friend in a heads-down posture, both of them staring through their bangs at what held their fascination.

It really seemed to be a gorgeous meaty thing! Both women were breathing hard as their eyes furtively caressed the dark shadowy cock. It looked long, and it certainly looked thick.

And it seemed to be hardening and lengthening as they watched it.

Then, at exactly the same time, both women looked up just slightly and realized the man was deliberately staring directly at them. He spread his legs wider as his shorts rode a bit higher. His cock head was suddenly exposed to the harsh light of the coffee house.

God what a cock! Black as night, thick, and the head of it was perfectly formed. Something was suddenly glistening on the very tip of its blackness. The head seemed to begin to move on its own, pulsing slightly and bobbing suddenly now and then.

“OH GOD OH SHIT, HE IS WATCHING US!!!!!!” The blonde’s voice was a forced whisper, slightly reverent, but tremulous with excitement.

“I know, I know! God what do we do? I can’t stop looking at it!” Claire could feel her panties beginning to steam.

“Me neither!” The blonde’s hand was caressing her own leg as she furtively stared at the magnificent dark pulsing creature across the room.

“How in the hell would you get that thing inside you? Claire? My god, it must be ten inches thick!”

That made Claire giggle out loud. The man chuckled when she saw her giggle.

The man moved his hand slowly down and ran one finger along his shaft and cock head. He touched the glistening point with his finger tip, then slowly, deliberately brought his finger to his mouth, sucking on it as he stared at them. He smiled invitingly as he watched their nervous movements.

The blonde’s hand was now softly caressing her inner knee as she stared, wide eyed.

Claire could not believe how wet she suddenly was. Did she really find black men this interesting? Or was it just the fact that a cock was staring at her, inviting her to experience it? She had been without sex for over a year, ever since she broke up with that son-of-a-bitch what’s-his-name, oh god I don’t care, his-cock-was-too-tiny-anyway! Claire stared at the black hand torturing her as it touched what she realized she wanted.

Another glistening drop appeared on his helmet of lust. Claire’s mouth began to water.

The man motioned for the women to move together on the bench seat that faced one edge of the table they were seated at.

The blond immediately moved to sit beside Claire. Both women were now looking directly at the man as he began to run two fingers, one on each side of his cock, up and down his ebony shaft.

The two women simply stared at his erotic motions, forgetting where they were. It was as though there was a tunnel of privacy between the man and their table.

The man motioned for them to spread their thighs open for him.

Claire felt the blonde’s leg touch hers, as if she were under the control of their puppet master, sitting there with his black cock pulsing and dripping as they watched.

The man’s eyes gobbled up the blonde’s panty clad crotch as though it were manna from heaven. He mouthed “Touch yourself!” to the blonde.

Like a puppet, her hand moved to her pussy, her fingers caressing her sexy lips though the gauzy thin strip of sodden, nearly transparent cloth.

The man mouthed “Push your finger inside you.” to them. Claire looked down at her friends lap and watched as the blonde’s finger shoved her panties inside her womanly opening. Her hips pressed forward, displaying her actions succinctly to the man watching her.

The blond was too far gone to stop now. She put her other hand in her lap and pulled her panties aside, her eyes riveted on his black stiff cock as he began to stroke it. The blond matched his strokes, timing her own penetration into her pussy with each topping movement of his black hand.

The man looked at Claire and motioned for her to touch her friend’s wet exposed pussy.

Claire could not believe her own arousal. She had never even fantasized about doing this kind of thing with a woman before. But her hand seemed to suddenly have a mind of its own. What was it about this man, this succulent cock, that made her want to obey him, provide him the thrill he obviously wanted?

She saw him motion to her to spread her own thighs. And even as she reached for the blond pussy of her friend, she felt her own thighs part.

He blew her a kiss.

The blond was staring straight at his cock, glistening now in its own wetness. His hand was stroking himself, his whole cock hard and magnificent in its gleaming importance. The blond suddenly felt the hand of her friend touch her on her inner thigh. She looked up at the man and seemed to seek his permission for her friend to touch her there.

The man nodded his approval and the blond moved over closer to her friend, parting her thighs even further in preparation for the erotic caressing that she knew she would receive.

Claire’s fingers moved down the blonde’s thigh to her panties, then across the sodden fabric to her exposed and throbbing cunt. The blond heard her own mewl of happiness when her friend’s fingers found her clittie, already wet with her own juices, and hard, exposed to the view of their black voyeur. Her eyelids began to flutter in ecstasy.

Claire had never believed she would find such pleasure in the soft skin and wetness of another woman’s pussy. But here she was, stimulating another woman, her best friend, in public, for a black man to watch.

The man mouthed “Open her up for me to see inside!”

Claire dutifully opened her friends randy pussy to the prurient view of the man watching, enjoying, them.

The man pointed at, then tapped his silverware and mouthed “Put them inside her!”

Claire, now mesmerized by her own subservience, inserted the handle of the dinner knife that lay beside her plate. The blond lurched when the cold metal touched her heated cunt. But she spread her thighs even further to provide a clean entrance for her own impalement.

The man pointed at the fork and spoon.

Claire filled her friend’s pussy with silverware, adding them utensil by utensil until she had two knives, two forks, and two spoons inside the blonde’s runny cunt.

The man mouthed “Fuck her with them all!” He made fucking motions with his hand, then looked directly at the blonde’s cunt.

Claire wrapped her fist around the exposed business-end of the silverware, then began to fuck her friend’s cunt with them. Together they seemed as large as that man’s cock.

Lost in her erotic adventure, Claire wished it was his black thick cock in her hand as she guided him into her friend.

The blonde reached over and touched Claire’s cunt. Claire heard a deep grunt as the blonde’s hand touched her. She looked back over at the man and saw his hand hammering his penis.

Suddenly it exploded in white jets of coffee creamer, spurt after spurt landing on the carpet half way between them.

As the man exploded and was shooting creamer for them to enjoy, the blond went over the edge as well. Her loud squeals of delight caused every head in the coffee shop to turn toward them. Claire was suddenly aware that everyone could see what the two women were doing to each other. All activity stopped other than the orgasm that the blond was experiencing.

Claire jerked her hand away from her friends exposed spasming cunt. The silverware clattered to the floor in a wet clattering of punctuation. Claire’s thighs clamped together, trapping the blonde’s hand in her crotch, her fingers still locked in Claire’s cunt.

Claire sat there, breathing out of control, resenting that she was within a millimeter of cumming herself, and now she had to stuff it.

Blushing furiously, Claire grabbed her coat and fled the coffee shop. The blond was out cold on the bench they were seated on, her thighs widely spread, her panties pulled to the side of her gaping cunt, wetness glistening all over her thighs.

Claire fled to her car, fumbling with her keys, dropping them twice, but finally gaining access to some measure of privacy within the car as she pulled the door shut behind herself.

She put her head down on the steering wheel, fighting the urge to go back and talk to the man that had her so worked up. GOD! Had she really done that? Had she really frigged her friend in a coffee shop while she watched a black man masturbate and cum?

God what a cock he had! Her pussy throbbed in need as she visualized his cock in her head.

Claire’s hand stole toward her wetness as she thought about that magnificent piece of masculinity she had seen. She could not stop herself! She HAD to cum. It had been too long. She was way passed being turned on, she was in the center of the spiraling vortex headed into a black hole of orgasm.

She spread her thighs and her hand found her throbbing opening, her fingers plunging deep within her wet maw as she visualized that black fuck cock entering her randy needy wet cunt. HER CUNT! YES! She had a cunt! Not a pussy or a kitty or a vagina! SHE HAD A FUCK CUNT! A CUNT MADE TO BE FUCKED!

Her eyes closed in nearing ecstasy, she heard a tap on the window glass of her car. There was the blond, in the arms of the black man. She looked immediately at his crotch, but he had re-covered himself. Claire was shocked to realize that she was disappointed by that turn of events.

Claire rolled down her window and just stared at him.

“Hey, I couldn’t just leave her in there at the mercy of all those men!”

Claire knew he was right. And she appreciated his gallantry. But she needed to cum, and her long deprived body was now in control.

As if in a dream, she heard her voice say “Would you please fuck me?”

She opened the door to her car, raised her skirt, and right there in the Starbuck’s back parking lot, leaned over the hood of her car and waited to be deeply and completely serviced.

The black man put her friend in the passenger seat, then pulled down the front of his shorts, struggled for a minute to get his long, already stiff cock out of his pants, then plunged into her wet randy fuck cunt with a long sigh of gratitude.

Claire looked down and watched the blackness of the skin of his hands as they gripped her white hips. She saw his black legs standing between her own wide spread white legs. She could see the black swishing softness of his testicles as the cock fucked her white cunt.

And her cunt, her fuck cunt, her white randy wet, gaping open and needy fuck cunt was being gloriously filled and emptied by the most satisfying prick she had ever felt. She spiraled into ecstasy, screaming her fulfillment for all the world to hear, then collapsed lifeless onto the hood of her car, sperm oozing from her pleasured opening, squeezing out around the black impaling prick that was still cumming deep inside her womb.

Eons later she stood and smoothed her dress. Embarrassed, but contrite, a new woman, she turned to face the man that had just sent her over the edge like no man ever had before.

In deep humility, she simply said “Please, baby, take us home with you, and use our bodies with that incredible black cock of yours, again, and again, and again?”