Hi, my name is Amelia. I'm Asian, nice tan skin and I am 19 years old. I have a great body, I guess I'm still tight although my boobs is not of a big proportion, but I guess I make it up in the waist and ass department. I played lots of sports since I was young, I played basketball. But now since I take up lots of gigs I kind of give it up. By the way, I am a full time jazz singer. I sing in clubs and I do sometimes do gigs in pubs or clubs. I have a boyfriend, he is white, he is kind of shortish, his name is Michael. We have been going out over a year and always told him that I want to keep it special and not have sex until we get married. It was not something he wants to hear but he respected that. Occasionally, when nature calls I would give him oral sex. He is about 4.5 inch, not something you'd want to brag about anyway.
A little about me is that I have always been wild in nature, as opposed to my sister or brother. Luckily, I am quite active in our local church that I strongly believe take a major contribution to stop me doing something I'm not supposed to. In general I have more guy friends than girls, I have a bad habit of flirting with men, I'm available but I'm not kinda thing. Basically I like the attention and more often than not, I would have the guys eating off my hand. My boyfriend is pretty jealous sometimes when the habit kicks in. especially being in the entertainment industry, that doesn't help either.
Anyway, my story starts one night in this jazz club I had a gig in. I was wearing a black, above the knee high dress with white pearls around my neck. I always go for the elegant classic look. I had a 3 hours session with intermission at one and a half hour. Halfway through my first session I had this big huge black guy sitting on the corner of the room smiling at me the whole time. Apparently he left a message to one of the floor staff that he would buy me a drink when I'm on my break. I cannot see him properly as the room was a bit gloomy. I scanned the room for Michael but as always he is late.
My break starts and I came down the stage and following my nature I approached the guy. He is about 50 odd years old, white grey hair with almost bald head, like wearing a grey crown around his head. He is well built and he looks scruffy and rough with beards and mustache. As I was approaching him I gave him a smile and said "Hi, you asked for me?". He nodded and said "you have a beautiful voice, sit down next to me, I'll buy you a drink".
He introduced himself, his name is Amos. He was telling me how beautiful my voice was and how hot I look that night. I can't seem to figure him out, he's not handsome or cute, he is ugly even and I am aware that all the guys in the room were giving me the funny what-is-she doing-with-that-guy look. His confidence made me stayed.
"you know, I live not too far away from here, why don't you come by after you finish and let me show you a good time." he said.
"well Amos, it depends what your idea is of a good time" I replied, flirting with him.
And he said "my idea of a good time is get you on all fours and fuck you real hard and stretch your tight pussy"
I was so shocked when I heard that. No one has ever been so straight forward with me. And he sounded very confident that I will sleep with him. I have always had a fantasy about black men, I think they are sexy in their own way, especially much older men.
"well Amos, I have a boyfriend" replying to him with gentle smile, politely refusing his offer to have a good time.
"come on girl, no strings attached, I'll give you so much pleasure I'll promise you, you'd be spreading your legs every time I tell you to"
There is something about this situation that makes me so horny, it is his ownership and confidence that seduced me.
As soon after he said that I felt his hand was up my thighs. I tried to fend it off but he kept going.
"Amos, keep your hands to yourself" I giggled.
He kept going and got his finger to touch my underwear. He rubbed my clit softly, I moaned while holding his hand. He placed my hand on his crotch and I swear, I thought it was a python living under those trousers. It was so hard and thick. My God, I thought, can a man be this big. He kept going rubbing my clit until I was about to cum and he realized that and he stopped.
He said"if you want more of that, come by this apartment" while handing me a piece of paper with the address written on it.
I smiled at him "what are you going to do to me when I'm there? Teasing him.
"I'll tie you up in bed and fuck the shit out of you." he replied
"Are you going to fuck me real hard?"
"oooh yes baby I will" he said
"how hard?" I teased him again.
"so hard until your pussy stretch to a point it will never come back to the way it was before" he said
Just by hearing him saying that, almost made me cum then and there. After that my minute was up, I had to go back to the stage again. At 11:00pm I finished my gig and came down the stairs, I saw Michael walked in to the room 8 minutes before 11, which means he missed my show. I was pretty pissed off at him. I but I can't be bothered arguing over it. So I walked towards him, gave him a kiss and asked him how I was tonight. He said I was great. Liar, I thought. Suddenly, I heard someone with a deep voice behind me.
"hello, you must be Michael?" that guy said.
I turned around, it was Amos.
Michael said "hi, have we met before?"
"no, but I saw you talking to my girl so I thought I introduced myself, I'm her man" he said. He wrapped his arms around my waist. I felt so owned and felt his aura of manliness.
Michael's expression was priceless, he did not know what to say, I know he was really upset, and said "what do you mean?, I'm her boyfriend"
