*Ding*
My phone buzzed in my pocket, I'm sure another fucking photo of Darius clutching his big bulge in his fitted suit pants. Jesus, this is only Day 2 of the training, but it felt like Year 35. My mind has spent all morning and afternoon drifting back to the memory of his big black cock buried in my throat and those aggressive, but passionate kisses we shared in the shower that morning.
I slowly slid my phone out of my pocket and opened it under the table I was at and...yep big bulge, barely squeezed into his pants with his hand gripping his base and emphasizing the outline. He probably wasn't even wearing underwear since I could see his cock head so clearly. I quickly typed back, "you better not just be teasing me..."
I felt my face burn red as I shut the phone and slid it into my pocket and tried to refocus and give attention to whatever the hell the trainer was talking about. 3pm. The day that wouldn't finish so I could have another chance to get him alone again. I'm just glad we were in different rooms and groups; otherwise, I would probably get caught staring more than a few times!
Finally, at around 5pm, we broke for the day. We all headed out to the nearby restaurant/bar to get food and decompress. Darius and his group came in while we were still in the appetizers, and we all said hi before they sat at a different table. We made eye contact, and he flashed me a smile that I returned. I swear he was smiling at everyone, but that felt reserved for me.
After a couple of hours of everyone having drinks and food, I said I would head back to my room a little early after the drinking I had done the night before! Everyone understood and stayed behind as the two groups co-mingled at the bar. I kept it casual as I slid past Darius and wished his group better luck with drinking and a hangover than I had last night.
He looked at me very smoothly, bit his lip just a little before I turned and walked away. I headed straight to my room and poured a glass of bourbon on ice before slipping into the shower and freshened myself up. I got out around 8pm and slid on a pair of lace dark purple panties and checked myself out in the mirror...damn I look good! I thought to myself as I grabbed my phone and snapped an ass pic.
I sent it to Darius and just casually wrote that I was looking forward to seeing him again. Then I slipped under the covers and sipped my bourbon and browsed my phone. The warm, soft sheets felt terrific on my skin after the shower, and the lace panties were so comfy.
About 10 minutes later, I heard a knock on the door and smiling to myself, I hopped out of bed and slipped on the fluffy white robe hanging off the bathroom door. I went over to the door and took a deep breath before opening it.
Darius was there in the hallway, and when he saw me, he flashed a big, beaming white smile. "I hope you don't mind me barging over here. I seem to have misplaced my room key. Did I drop it in here?" He asked me with a little smirk.
"I mean, I haven't seen it, but I'd be happy to help you look..." I told him, trailing off and smiling at him as I let him into the room.
He walked past me, and I caught the scent of his woodsy body wash and cologne and the trail of probably a couple of whiskey shots down at the bar. I shut the door behind him and turned around to him as he was pushing my back against the door and kissing me deeply.
His short beard was tickling my cheeks as his full lips pressed eagerly against mine. His wet, warm tongue pushing deep into my mouth as I flicked mine against his. I moaned into his mouth as his strong arms held my hips and his body pushed me into the door behind me.
He broke the kiss for a second and looked into my eyes, "Jesus, this day just wouldn't fucking end, huh?"
"I've been thinking about you and that cock all day..." I said back to him before he kissed me again.
I slipped my arms around his neck as he broke the kiss again, "And I've been thinking about those lips. Been getting hard every fucking minute today." He said as he pressed his hips against me, and through the soft robe, I could feel his cock already rock hard and fucking huge.
I kissed him lightly on the lips, "Sounds like a job for a white slut..." I whispered before walking around him into the room.
I could feel his eyes following me, and I undid the belt on my robe and let it slip from my shoulders as I slowly walked and swayed my hips until it fell down around my hips. I let it hang there for a second before dropping it to the floor. I could feel his eyes staring at my ass, and I couldn't help but smile.
I bit my lower lip and turned around to face him, "Aren't you going to come in?" I asked as sultry as I could, and he smiled and walked up to me and took me in his arms, and we kissed again. His tongue pressed into my mouth, his hands now gripping and squeezing my ass as I felt up his arms and chest through his dress shirt and sport coat.
"Sit down." I moaned to him through our kiss and directed him to the armchair in the corner of the room between the window and bed. He went and took a seat as I poured him a glass of bourbon on ice and handed it to him.
"Enjoy." Was all I said as I slipped down to my knees between his muscular legs. I looked up just enough to see him smile and take a sip of his drink as I rubbed his thighs.
I pressed my face against his bulge and heard him release a deep, guttural moan above me. I moaned back in my best white slut voice and then lifted my head a little, so I could undo his belt and zipper. He lifted his hips as I gripped his waistband and tugged his pants down to his ankles, his big black cock springing free. God, it was fucking beautiful. Long, thick, dark, full of thick veins, and so heavy, it drooped down and laid on his big thighs.
"God, your cock is fucking beautiful," I told him as I lifted it in my hands and slowly stroked him while playing with his tip with my tongue.
"If I had a dollar for every white slut who told me that..." He said before I cut him off by diving down and sucking his cock about halfway into my mouth from the start. "Oh fuck..." he moaned.
I kept him buried in my mouth, pressing against the back of my throat for a while before coming up for air and letting my saliva drip down his shaft, coating his black cock and making it gleam in the soft light.
"This white bitch knows how to suck a black cock proper now, huh?" He asked me as he kept sipping his bourbon, and I kept pushing his cock deeper into my mouth and throat. Sucking him deep for a few seconds, then coming all the way back to the tip. I just moaned back an "uh-huh" since you know, my lips were wrapped around his shaft.
I was in no position to take my time after dreaming of his cock all day and quickly starting jerking his cock off as soon as I lifted my lips from his base. I would suck him deep until my nose pressed against his abs, then lifting up, I'd jerk him off with both of my hands. And on and on, faster and faster. I could feel my face turning red, and my cock was rock hard and pointing out in my panties.
He was still sipping his bourbon and telling me I was a good white slut, that black cock belonged in my throat, and that if I was good, maybe he'd fuck my ass later. That last one got me really going, and I moaned back in approval to him and sucked him even more passionately. I could feel his thighs start to clench, his abs flexing, and his breathing getting more pronounced, and I knew it was...
"Fuck I'm gonna cum!" He moaned above me and set the glass down, wrapped both of his hands around my head, and held me there as he drained his big cum shot into my belly. I grabbed his hips and held on for dear life, swallowing as fast as I could but even then, my mouth filled up and spilled out down his shaft a little.
