Since English is not my native language, please bear with me - thanks.
The story depicted below is a real memory - of course that names and locations might have been changed.
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The taxi is running in the night.
It's been raining all day and now, since it's already dark outside, the lights seem as they aren't enough...
Helen has been working late and we are about two hours late to the small party thrown by her good and crazy friend Mireille.
Mireille is a real something! She has an obsession for black cock - actually, I've never seen her with anybody else but black dudes...
She's the one who has told me that there is no difference in size between the black dicks and the white ones, excepting the color and, to many of them, the circumcision...
"You cannot imagine how good I can feel when our hands bond together, and I can see the contrast between my skin and his skin! I get instantly wet, and, sometimes, I can even have an orgasm!"...
In a few minutes we arrive at our destination.
Mireille is together with three women, all friends of hers, and a black guy who looks sincerely happy seeing that finally, that apartment is populated with another man...
We introduce ourselves and he confesses to me that the bitches have had nothing to do but to tease him, mentioning some things about slavery, and so on...
Actually, he confessed that he was looking for a "reasonable reason" to leave, without pissing off Mireille, since she is such a good fuck...
I put on the table the two bottles of Champagne and open them, pour into the glasses brought by Mireille, then toast and drink...
The bitches are clearly upset, and it doesn't take me too long to find out why...
Mireille has asked her friends to come without any men.
It seems that she wanted to only have Joe, the black man and me, since, as she knows quite well, Helen would have not accepted to come at her party without me...
Looking around I realize that there isn't so much booze, so I just excuse myself and go to buy a few bottles...
Mireille follows me on my exit way: "Please don't buy too much booze, since I want these bitches out of here in an hour, or so"...
I buy two bottles of Russian vodka and get back.
Seeing the bottles, the girls seem really pleased, and start speaking about the fantasy of having two men - a black one and a white one, to do to them whatever they might request, sexually speaking...
Now is the moment when Helen explodes - she may be a whore, a slut, or whatever, but, when it comes to her man, even if only a boy toy, as I am to her, nobody, but nobody is aloud to try anything...
Her final comment is: "Now, girls, since I am really tired, I shall take my man with me in the other room, blow him and give him a fuck, then sleep... So, good nite!"
This being said, she takes me by the hand and drags me to another room of the apartment, opposed to Mireille's bedroom.
The bad thing here is that there is no bed, just a rather small coach, completely not fit for a tall guy like me, to sleep in...
We've stayed over night once before, and all that I know is that we've just made love all night, since there were no conditions for a decent sleep...
Another bad thing is the fact that the door has no locking system.
Unlike the usual way, Helen asks me to start fucking her cunt - no blow job first, explaining that she's been horny all day and that she needs to be scratched inside there.
Saying that, Helen raises her skirt, takes off her panties, then kneels on the couch, with her ass towards my dick...
I take off my trousers and underwear, and start unbuttoning my shirt, but Helen stops me: "You can do that later - now just stick your dick in me and fuck me!"
I do as I'm told - she is wet already - real wet! She clearly wasn't lying when she's told me that she'd been horny all day...
I stick it deep, pressing, and she doesn't even get tense as she usually does at the beginning, before I stretch her a little.
I can feel her belly muscles tensing and somehow trembling, making my dick feel really happy...
Then she mumbles something, her hands clenching to the coach:
"Ohhhh! Baby! Ohhhh! Baby! Ohhh! How bad I needed it! Yessssss! That's it! Hold on! Like that! Yesssss!..."
The same moment I sense the door opening and, when I turn my head, I'm blinded by the flash of a camera - Mireille has just taken us a picture.
I get pissed, I stick out my dick from Helen and turn to go to Mireille...
She just takes another picture, laughing like crazy and crying: "Yes! Now I've seen your dick! I've seen your dick! And I also have it on camera!"...
"Yes! But not for so long!" I tell her, while I forcibly grab the camera and open the back cap - the film is compromised!
As I've told you, Mireille is really crazy, so, from laughter and happiness she bursts into tears.
I let her have her camera, useless by now, until a new film is inserted, and grab my undies and trousers, getting dressed.
I grab from the pocket some money: "Here! The money for a new film!" And I put the money in her hand...
"Mireille, it's been nice seeing you, but now, Helen and I are leaving"...
In spite of her usual attitude, this time Helen doesn't say a word - she only stands behind me, with her purse in her hand, ready to go - she's probably as pissed as I am...
Suddenly, Mireille puts the camera on a cabinet, than falls on her knees and grabs my legs:
"No! Please! NOOOOOO!" She's really yelling, as if someone is raping or beating her, or something...
Luckily, I know that her neighbors know about her condition and are used with noises like this...
I can only hope that they won't call, again, the Militia...
"Please don't go! Please! Please! Pleeeeease!"
Then, she jumps back on her feet, grabs the camera and says: "This has upset you! Very well! I'll smash it! I'll throw it away, out of the the window with it!"
I know that Mireille isn't joking, so I grab, again, the camera, this time to protect it from her fury...
"No, Mireille, I'll just keep the camera until tomorrow, than I'll give it back to you with a brand new film inside"...
She suddenly stops, makes a face like a crying puppy, looking at me with pleading eyes...
"Why are you so good with it?!? It has upset you soooooo much!"...
I grab her by her shoulders and embrace her, holding her tight...
It's clear that Helen is still pissed, since I hear her lighting a cigarette...
She still doesn't say a word...
