Skip to the line-break if your not prone to enjoying the long “build-up”.
This story is a bit different than my last post about a long, drawn out unaddressed, mutual attraction with a college friend resulting in some of the most passionate sex I’ve ever had well after college. This story is very different and is about crossing off a lustful fantasy from the bucket list. A story about raw and carnal fucking where both parties use one another’s bodies to get off, unwavering in their concern of the other’s pleasure.
This takes a place a couple years ago, and starts over a nice sake-fuled sushi dinner with a friend who was in town for the weekend.
This particular friend, we’ll call him Leo, is a party to one of the most enduring friendships I have. We have lots of great stories together, and this ranks up there as one of the best. We met doing MMA, and are both still very fit, and very social guys. He is 6’2, 230lbs, and is also a pretty boy; the kind of guy who can walk up to nearly any girl and seal the deal very promptly. I am 6ft, 200lbs, white, dark hair, blue eyes, and do well for myself, but not nearly as easily as he does. In fact, admittedly, I can be a bit shy though you’d never guess that by talking to me (fake it till ya make it ammiright?). I have a tendency to blow it with girls with whom I may have had a decent shot. Over this particular dinner, we are reminiscing and get on the topic of girls, like most testosterone driven, horny guys do on a Friday night. We address a fantasy we both have had: to fuck a “hood” girl like you’d find in a hip-hop music video in the 90s.
Now before people get upset that I’m stereotyping, because I shameslessy am, or my use of the word “ghetto”, I’d like to justify my feelings as having never been a part of the hip-hop culture I adored growing up in the 90s. I loved the flashiness, the music and most of all, the women. Their confidence, their “thug life” demeanor. I always wondered what that type of freak that girl might be behind closed doors (or open). I loved it all, but wasn’t able to delve into, 1) because I am the complete opposite of that, and 2) I grew up in a rural town where everything was lifted trucks and country music. Hell I grew up on a ranch. My friends had no interest in that and the local women were equally “country”. I do have some great stories about them though and I shall share. Regardless, I loved the music, the expression, the politically charged messages – I loved it all. if you don’t agree, I won’t blame you, but please, just appreciate my story or go on your way. But I digress. Back to the story. Our mission that night was clear: find a set of ghetto-bootied, hood-rat, girls to retro-satisfy our teenage selves.
We headed back to my apartment and threw down some liquid courage before journeying to a club notorious for its “scene”. I’m talking sideshows, people posting up next to open car doors drinking 40s and smoking blunts. Damn right we stood out, but we were here to have a good time like everyone else, and I live a block away from this glorious establishment.
We head inside and amidst the blaring hip hop, shitty AXE smell, and dudes posted up around the club, is a plethora of ghetto-bootied, hood-rat girls doing what they do best: shaking those thick asses. We chill for a bit by the bar, swallow down some more liquid courage and head into the sweat laden crowd to find our ladies of the evening. After a slew of failed introductions (hey, it’s a numbers game) we decide to chill by the rotating fan elegantly cornered by the bar, cooling the vivacious, dancing crowd.
My friend starts twirling a girl and I’m left hanging out enjoying the music, awkwardly checking my phone for no reason at all. I suddenly am bumped into and am greeted by a gorgeous, dark skinned Latina with intense green eyes. Her white dress hugged her body as if it were her own skin a her tits were exploding out of her dress, screaming to get some fresh air. A light film of sweat glazed her chest, commanding my attention. She had the the tightest little waist, which caused her massive tits and ass to pop with significantly more dimension; she was so perfectly unproportionate. Her hair was the thickest, blackest hair I’d ever seen, and it draped down to the middle of her open-back dress. She was exactly what young me fantasized growing up. I briefly thought she was out of my league and that this was an accident till I saw her friend muster out ” talk to him” through a giggle. It clicked at that moment and I realized her friend was helping her make the intro she desired. So I hoped anyway.
I don’t remember her name, so we’ll call her Ale, short for Alejandra. We made small talk. She was from a city across the bridge, and her brother was an uber driver and dropped her and the friend off for a night of fun while he made his rounds for the evening. I quickly grabbed Leo and introduced him to her friend.
We stood at the bar making the usual playful banter, sipping our adult beverages till she offered me a shot. Tequila, of course. I obliged, but she didn’t take one with me. “I’m not much of a drinker”, she said. She later explained that she had gotten a DUI, and that it had turned her off from drinking heavily, which I admired. That didn’t stop her from having a good time, however and we headed to the dance floor. She commented on my “white boy” dancing and told me she wasn’t used to guys not being aggressive with her. I admit I wanted to carnally tear her dress off and force my dick in her right there. I was already hard just holding her firm waist from the back. She was apparently an avid runner, and her calves should have given that away, but I hadn’t noticed till she pointed them out. I took her to a wall and leaned back against it. She instinctively pressed her ass on me and guided my hands from her stomach to her lower hips and continued pressing hard against me, clearly aware of what mess she’s made of me down yonder. I let my hands explore her body, testing her limits nearly wherever I pleased and she didn’t seem to mind. She turned towards me and ran her hands down my chest and over my stomach. “Oh, nice”, she commented. At that point, I grabbed her neck lightly, then her thick jet-black her and pulled her ear to my lips. Her giant hoops grazed my chin, and she smelled like a Macy’s perfume catalog, which was somehow intoxicating. “You’re killing me” I whispered. She laughed and backed off of me. “Shit” I thought. She took my hand and led me over to her friend, still accompanied by my buddy. We danced together a bit, much more PG-13 to my dismay, and then the lights came on.
Closing time. At that point, I thought I had ruined my chances in attempting to make my current horny state, and following intentions clear. We stood there, a bit awkwardly, and it dawned on me. I had the luck at my place of employment at that time to have access to an office that had a full bar for entertaining talent and guests. I exclaimed that I’m in no rush to end the party and asked if they’d be open to check out my office bar. They willfully agreed, clearly a bit perplexed as well. As we left the club and walked a few blocks to my work, ale’s friend asked if she had shown “them” to me. She said she hadn’t and I asked what she was referring to. Apparently, Ale had applied to be in playboy, and had a kind of “trial shoot”. Without hesitation, she pulled out her phone and showed me some pictures of her wearing little-to-nothing bikini and laying near a pool. The photos looked professional, but it could have also been whatever she sent them for consideration. I didn’t care, nor did I question the authenticity of her story. Her body was just how I imagined it. Firm, toned, but busty and voluptuous everywhere a boy could hope for. She was built to fuck. Boldly, I said “I thought playboy was nude?”. She laughed dismissively and told me that she’d share those some other time. Her friend was an ace-wingwoman, though I was still uncertain of the potential for adult activities later that evening.
I took my key-card and unlocked the doors. We walked past the desolate greeters booth, and I quickly glanced at the monitor displaying the state of all the rooms with cameras, bar included. Luckily for me the cameras only focus on the entry points, and not the actual rooms themselves. Yes, it’s a huge risk, and yes, it’s stupid, but what’s a life without risk? What stories make the best stories? The theme of the night was “thug-life”, so you know what? Thug-life. We made way to the bar about two floors up, and again, I key-carded in. I for the life of me, have never been able to find the lights in this damn place, and in this moment, I was fine with that due to the paranoia that there might be cameras I do not know about despite my length tenure at the place. We cracked open a few beers, sat at one of the benches and made small talk. I placed my arm on Ale’s lower back, and she placed her hand on my thigh. The smell of her perfume continued throwing me into a euphoric state, feeding the horny animal in me. I wanted to get close to her again, to envelop myself with her. Hope was not lost. She looked at me and asked where the restrooms were, and if there was also some water around. I playfully told her that upstairs in the office, we could satisfy all her needs, and I took her by the hand. We made our way up the elevator leaving our friends. She excused herself to the ladies room.
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I sat down at one of the tables in the office’s dining area and waited for her, sipping my beer. She came out, smiled, still bursting out of that white dress that cloaked her naked body to my eyes by mere millimeters. She walked towards the fridge and helped herself to some water while I watched every step she took, eyeing her like a starved predator, fantasizing about having my mouth anywhere on her. The way her ass moved in that dress started getting me hard again. I wondered what she might have looked like, naked on the table at which I sat, legs open with her soaked pussy swallowing my dick. She sat down with me and we chatted a bit about work, and the office which followed with her asking where I sat. I gave a brief tour, becoming a bit annoyed that my night was reduced to giving a tour of my office while Leo was surely fucking her friend on the floor of the bar. I took her to my work area, near the offices. She pointed at one of the offices and asked “Whose is that?”. “That’s my bosses”, I replied as she stepped inside. I followed behind her and as she looked around. I admired her back, and followed her spine down to the edge of her dress just above her ass. I couldn’t prolong this anymore and I owed it to young me to try. To be this close to satisfying a lifelong, festering fantasy, and not take the chance seemed like sin.
I grabbed her familiar waist and neared myself to her. She bent over slightly, somewhat receptive to my approach, placing her hands on the desk and giggled a bit. “What are you doing?” she asked, to which I replied, “I enjoyed having your body against mine tonight”. “I think you’re tryna fuck” she said as she backed into me, causing me to sit on the office chair behind me. She sat on my lap and leaned back on me, throwing her head back, and turned her lips toward my ear. She licked my ear lobe and at this point, I found my hands over her tits, squeezing them, wishing I had more hand to grab all of it. Grinding on my cock, she leaned forward and told me to help her out of her dress. We stood again, and she leaned over the desk. I unzipped what littler zipper there was, and ran my hands up her back, while pushing the dress off her shoulders. As her dress began to fall, exposing more and more skin, I again drew her in, taking in her smell, grazing my hands across her soft tits, and playing with her delicate nipples. She let out a low pitched moan; she was satisfying to every one of my five senses. She stepped out of her dress and had already kicked her shoes off. She didn’t have on any panties, or a bra that night – almost like she planned for a rapid succession of clothing removal and hasty progression to fucking. She turned around and looked at me, and asked if I liked her tits which I emphatically nodded yes with a smile. I sat her down on the desk and without hesitation dove into her pussy. I lapped up every bit of cum I could. She was soaked, completely shaven, and tasted amazing. I played with her tits, her nipples, as she writhed with pleasure, moaning loudly. I stood up, and placed my fingers on her pussy, then slid two in. I finger fucked her, and cum soaked my hand. I grabbed her head and put my fingers in her mouth, she sucked off juices, and I followed by violently forced my tongue into her mouth. She sucked my tongue, and I imagined that she could suck a dick equally well. She rubbed the bulge protruding to my slacks with her palm, then grabbing, while trying to undo my belt eager to get free my dick. The sexual tension was becoming aggressive, and animalistic.
Somehow, we made it around to my bosses chair, and I promptly stripped down and sat. She commented on my girth, “You’re pretty big for a white boy”. Whether she says that to all the guys she fucks or not, I didn’t care. That kind of assurance goes along way when you’re fucking and it turned me on that much more. She again sat on my lap, but this time taking my dick with ease inside her pussy. She began to raise up, and hammer down, painfully at times, but it was worth watching that enormous Latina ass shake with every decent. “Have you ever been with a Mexican girl before?” She asked. “We can be sluts. We’re crazy”. I grabbed her thick black hair, thinking to myself that it felt like heavy rope, and pulled her in. I sucked her neck enjoying her taste, how salty and sweaty she was, while simultaneously reaching around and playing with her clit as she writhed on my cock, circling around and around. She got off and asked me to fucker her from behind. She got on the floor on all fours and again, I admired her ass, her back, how she looked from behind inviting me to enter her and ruthlessly fuck her. “I want you to suck my dick” I said. As I knelt down, she turned around and laid flat and wrapped her manicured fingers around my dick. She began to stroke it before attacking it with her mouth. The gulping, sucking, and her moaning had me feeling like I should be cumming soon, but I had drank fairly heavily that night, and was feeling like I could go until I felt like making myself cum. “you look so fucking hot with a dick in your mouth, like a porn star..I wish I could record this”, I said. “Do it” she replied. As fast as I fucking could, I grabbed for my pants which was followed with “no…not your phone..”. She grabbed hers and navigated to the camera. My heart sank as much as it could while your dick is in a gorgeous girl’s mouth. She told me to tell her when I was recording. “you’re on” I said. She proceeded to suck my dick with fervor, like it was the last dick she’d ever suck. She paid close attention to my balls, my shaft, the head, and I watched her in real life, and on screen. Her tongue swirled around my head, only to disappear in her mouth moments later. “Do you like sucking dick? You’re so good at this” I asked. “No”, she hastily replied, “But you told me to do it”. With that, I closed off the camera and told her to lay back.
There she was, my conquest of the evening. Legs open, pussy gaping, dripping on the floor of my bosses office. She looked up at me and begged me to fucker which I rapidly obliged. I wanted to high-five my younger self. My knees were hurting from the carpet, but I powered through it, surely mutilating myself for the sake of fucking this ghetto, self-proclaimed slut. Her phone started to go off. “You need to cum!” She moaned. I thrusted as hard and as fast as I could, using her body to bring me to orgasm. She screamed “fuck, fuck, FUCK”, and started to squirt all over my thighs. The intensity brought me closer and I ripped my dick from her pussy. The orgasm felt like one of the first I’d ever had, and nearly had me collapsing beside her. I shot the first rope on her tits, and then she opened her mouth. Then two, three, more ropes pulsing from my cock and lacing her mouth and chin. I fell back, covered in sweat, and she laid there, cleaning her chin with her mouth, and licking the cum of her fingers. Her phone rang again”
“I’m upstairs! I’m cleaning cum of my tits!” She said to her friend which was followed by an audible “ARE YOU SERIOUS!?”. We got dressed and headed back down, disheveled as all hell. As I opened the bar door, the familiar smell of pussy wafted over us both. My buddy had clearly also had a good time. She called her brother and he came around to grab them. I gave her my number and told her not to be a stranger. Not two minutes after they left we hear a “BONK”, followed by another “BONK”. Startled, we looked out the window that Ale was for whatever reason throwing her shoe at. “What the fuck kind of crazy did I just get myself into I thought”. I thought about the potential scene she’d make for whatever reason, and the repercussions that would entail. My phone starts ringing. It’s her so I pickup. “I forgot my rings”. “What rings?!”, I asked. “just let me in”. We went back up to the office, and on the desk were two rings, one that looked like a wedding ring and another, an engagement ring. “YOU’RE MARRIED?!”…
“They’re my sisters…I wear them so guys don’t hit on me when I go out”.
Well Reddit, I caved in and hit her up again after that, but she never returned my text. I don’t know if she was married and feeding me a line of shit, or not. I don’t know at what point, she took the rings off, or if she was wearing them at all because I had not noticed them in my drunken stupor. And I’ll likely never know, but that made for one of the best nights, and one of my best fuck stories to date. Hope you enjoyed. More to come.