Friday the 2nd
There were long brown marks where the paint had been chipped by Amanda's headboard. The wooden headboard scraped along the painted white walls as her bed rocked back and forth as Brandon fucked her for the second time that week.
She lay on her back, leaning up while he knelt between her legs ramming her. She loved the way he fucked her. He was athletic and had a strong body, and she loved watching his big black dick pound her. Amanda tossed her red hair back and moaned as Brandon thrust deep inside of her.
They had started fucking almost six months ago. No strings. No questions. She just called him up and he came over, hard as a rock, ready to do what she needed him to do.
"Fuck yes, right there. Right there. Fuck," Amanda breathed heavily as her orgasm began to build.
Brandon rocked her harder. She watched as the muscles on his stomach flexed when he contracted his hips when he was fully inside of her. The 'V' on his waist pressed firmly against the skin of her nethers as he did.
Brandon grabbed at the underside of her leg, pulling it into the air and dragging Amanda a few inches closer so that he could fuck her even deeper. His pace was at its fastest now, plowing deep into her pussy while she turned pink in the cheeks and her fingers began to clutch at the sheets of the bed.
He saw her bite her lip and suddenly a burst of heat and moisture escaped her pussy. Knowing she had gotten off, Brandon no longer resisted his own orgasm. He twitched and jerked in and out of Amanda moaning loudly as he came inside of her.
"Shit," Brandon said, looking down at his hard cock hanging out of Amanda's soaked pussy.
Amanda pulled back, retracting herself and letting Brandon's cock flop out and hang in the air. Amanda smiled at him with her piercing green eyes as her milky body rolled off the bed and began searching for her bra.
Brandon watched the young, college aged white girl slip back into her bra and panties effortlessly. Amanda was stunning. Gorgeous red hair, milky colored skin, dazzling green eyes. Her body was perfect, exactly what every girl would aspire too. She had big but not huge breasts. She had a flat, sexy toned stomach, but wasn't skeletal thin. She had curves and was smooth from top to bottom.
The way she walked was tantalizing. Her hips had the perfect sway it entranced him.
"Want to help me get dressed for my date?" Amanda said, looking back from her closet door to her friend with benefits.
"Another finance dude or some shit?" Brandon asked, beginning his own search for his scattered clothing.
"I think he is studying accounting, actually," Amanda said, pulling out a couple different shirts to try on.
Brandon pulled his boxers back over his body, his member still half erect as Amanda turned around with four outfits to present to him. He watched her pull the first shirt over herself. It was a V-neck that showed off her cleavage well and loosely clung to her skin. She put on a simple pair of skinny jeans with small slits in the thighs.
"Too conservative?" she asked, shrugging.
"If I had that body I'd show it off all the time," Brandon said, pulling his plain white t-shirt over himself.
"Oh, brother," Amanda said with a laugh and turned back, taking her shirt back off, letting Brandon see her gorgeous body in full view once more.
She turned, now dawning a tighter, more body revealing blue top with the same pair of skinny jeans. About two inches of her pale white stomach was exposed at the bottom of the tank top like shirt, although it corralled her cleavage better than the last shirt. The very bottom of her dangling belly button piercing could be seen peeking out.
The blue contrasted with her hair and was accentuated by her eyes, making Amanda look like a goddess.
"You look fucking fine, Amanda," Brandon said, doing an up down of her with a cocky smile.
Amanda unsnapped her skinny jeans and pulled herself out of them, now changing into tight black yoga pants that made her ass look like a squeezable plush toy. It firmed her ass up into perfect circles that made Brandon want to pinch her.
She pulled her blue shirt back off and now put on a casual white button down blouse, buttoning all but the bottom two buttons. She then knotted the ends of her shirt and tied it off on her hips, exposing all of her belly button to the viewing public.
"Too slutty?" she asked, looking down at her own perfect body as if unconcerned.
"If you're going to the club, you're alright," Brandon laughed.
Amanda unbuttoned the shirt and threw it at him in a playful manner before she grabbed the final shirt. She pulled it down over her breasts. It was tight, like the second shirt, only it had pink and white horizontal stripes and shockingly covered all of her stomach.
"Now, you look like a basic white bitch about to go on a date," Brandon said with a sarcastic look and a boyish giggle.
"Shut up," Amanda said, smacking him on the head as she walked past him, "Come on, I'm gonna be late."
"Good luck," Brandon said as he passed by Amanda and into the hallway outside her apartment.
"Thank you," Amanda said, smiling at her lover as she closed the door to put on her makeup and head out on another date.
Sunday the 4th
"I'm actually going to see him again," Amanda was shirtless with a glass of white wine in Brandon's apartment with her hair tied back in tight pony tail, "He was a lot of fun and a really nice guy."
Brandon was shirtless too, holding a bottled beer and taking a long sip as he stood next to the gorgeous girl. Amanda finished the last of her wine, placing the empty glass on the kitchen counter before she fell to her knees in front of Brandon. She undid his pants, unfurling his cock from within and happily and greedily took it in her mouth.
Brandon watched the red hair on top of her head bob slightly as her mouth worked up and down the length of his shaft expertly. He took a long, final sip of his own beer and placed it down beside Amanda's empty glass on the counter.
He ran his fingers through her glowing fiery hair as she serviced him. The sound of her lips sucking against the skin of his cock filling the quiet apartment along with his measured moans of pleasure.
Amanda's hands wrapped around the base of his black cock, jerking him slightly as her mouth gulped down the first half in rapid succession.
Her mouth worked up and down, coating his dark shaft with saliva as he grew longer and wider thanks to her foreplay. Her shimmering emerald eyes flicked up towards him, looking him eye to eye as his black cock was gulped down by her pink lips.
Brandon watched as Amanda removed her hand from the base of his shaft and opened her mouth as wide as she could, choking down all over his cock until her lips kissed off his waist. The feeling was immeasurably good, the warm feeling of her mouth covering all of his cock incalculable.
Amanda made a few more deep throats on Brandon before stopping and resuming standing to her full height. Brandon grabbed her by the waist, pulled her in and gave her one rough kiss before turning her around.
She grabbed the edges of the kitchen counter as Brandon pulled her sweatpants off of her body exposing her panty-less body. Amanda spread her legs as she felt Brandon touch the edge of his cock to her pussy.
Inch by inch she felt him slide into her wet, waiting body until Brandon's hips kissed off of her butt cheeks.
Brandon's hands slid over her hips and his fingers grabbed her 'love handles' as he began to thrust into her deeply. He smashed her from behind, the kitchen filling with the intense passionate smacking of his ebony shaft into her ivory tower.
Amanda watched as the beer bottle on the counter rocked, trembling on the counter as it felt the Earthquake of their fucking. Brandon was an aggressive lover. He was forceful and strong, much like his appearance. It wasn't uncommon for Amanda to wake up sore the next morning but having loved every second and inch of him.
The sound of glass smashing echoed through the kitchen as the beer bottle finally fell over, breaking at the neck. Amanda didn't even stop to catch the rolling glass as it tumbled off the back end of the counter and broke entirely on the floor.
Brandon didn't address it either, instead intensifying his hard pace. He no longer had long, punishing thrusts letting Amanda feel every inch of his black cock, but instead short, violent busts.
The slapping of their bodies was so rapid in almost seemed like one continuous noise. Brandon pummeled Amanda from behind. His constant pounding against her butt turning the parts of milky, pale skin that touched him deep red.
Amanda tried to hide her screams but they escaped through her teeth as the intense fuck began to stir the dragon inside of her. Brandon just watched the ripples in her perfect ass each time his hips violently crashed against her. He watched the base of his shaft appear only for a second before it vanished in the 'V' between her ass cheeks.
Amanda was shaking the kitchen counter. Another smash as the wine glass toppled over and joined the broken glass of the beer bottle neck. The table shook, the legs squeaked against the floor as Amanda hung on for dear life.
Eventually she squirmed and yelped, her feet momentarily coming fully off the ground as she finally orgasmed. Brandon relented, slap, slap, slap, followed by a deep, visceral moan that came from inside of him.
His cock exploded inside of her. The slapping of her butt against him slowing until finally it rested completely flat against his hips. His dick still fully inside her.
Amanda pulled her ass slowly off his cock. The base of her booty nearly purple. Inch by inch she pulled away from him until she reached the head and his cock fell out of her dripping in cum.
"Fuck that was unreal," Amanda huffed, trying to catch her breath, "You're like the Busta Rhymes of fucking."
Amanda grabbed a second wine glass from the cabinet and poured herself another drink as Brandon stood naked in the kitchen.
"You're going to clean that up right?" she gestured towards the pile of broken glass on the table and on the floor beside it.
