"Unhhhh hunnhhh!" Kim groaned deep in her throat. You know how singers are taught to sing from their diaphragms? That's where she was groaning from. She was tossing her head from side to side. The exquisite agony she was voicing was because of what I was doing between her legs. I was using my tongue to probe her tangy asshole while using my thumb and forefinger to manipulate her clit.
At first blush, it sounded like she was in pain. But this wasn't pain. This was ecstasy. Her pussy leaked fluid while I manipulated her clit and licked her asshole. Every time she had a cum, her pussy would spray girl juice all over my face. By now, my face was drenched from my hairline down to my chin. Her sweet tasting juice was like nectar to a bee.
Suddenly, she stiffened. "Oh God!" she exclaimed. "I'm cumming, I'm cumming," she shrieked.
I was wondering what had gone on before. I could've sworn that she had cum before. Apparently, this one was going to be a gusher.
"Oh shit," she groaned. "Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" she was almost chanting now.
My tongue stabbed her asshole as my fingers manipulated her clit. Then, I moved up and stuck my tongue into her pussy. I sucked and licked her clit. Suddenly, a gush of liquid exploded from her pussy. My face was drenched with her fluid. Her body was moving as though a current of electricity was flowing through it. She jumped and twitched and cried out all at the same time.
I grabbed her hips and pulled her harder to my mouth. She had grabbed my ears and was trying to use her pussy as a helmet. Her strong thighs gripped my head even as her hands pulled my ears. I could hear her muffled groans and shrieks of pleasure even though my ears were covered.
Her almost flattened titties were wobbling on her chest as her body writhed, twisted and turned.
"Another one, another one, another cum!" She cried out. More fluid gushed, that's the word, gushed from her pussy. I wasn't sure but if she kept this up, I would need scuba gear.
Suddenly, she stiffened, groaned once more and then collapsed onto herself. Her twisted features smoothed out and she got quiet. Her chest rose and fell rapidly as her cums subsided. Her eyes blinked open and she smiled at me as I lay between her legs.
"Damn!" she said. "Damn, that was beyond belief."
"Glad to be of service," I said, smiling at her as I put my cum drenched face on her pubic area. She pulled me up and started kissing my face, cleaning her fluid from it.
As we lay there, I was thinking of how we met. I had decided to live dangerously with my little game of too-tight sweats. There is a very exclusive mall in my city. Very, very exclusive. A few years ago, they achieved a bit of embarrassing publicity by arresting a black man who was meandering around the mall. It turned out that he was a noted university professor and he was waiting for his wife who was attending a meeting in the mall.
After that, they were less inclined to stop any black man they saw. That didn't mean that they weren't watching though. It was a joke among my black friends that white shoplifters hired black people to go to that mall so that security would watch the blacks and the white shoplifters could steal with almost complete impunity.
I really didn't have a plan other than not getting arrested. It was still against the law to be black out there. At least, it was an unwritten law. I parked in the far reaches of the parking lot and strolled nonchalantly to the main entrance. The first person I saw was a security guard.
"Shit," I said to myself. But although he glanced at me, he made no move or said anything. I impudently nodded to him. I could almost hear his thoughts. "Uppity nigger," his look said. I grinned to myself as I strolled through the atrium. I had a fanny pak that held my wallet and some money so I wouldn't be accused of vagrancy. I had it fastened so that the pak was in my back and the belt pulled my sweats even tighter.
Just being among all these rich white women was a turn on. My dick twitched and it was with great effort that I was able to hold back on getting a hard on. As I browsed through the mall, I was getting looks. Some very sneaky ones and some very bold ones. I saw older women, middle-aged women and young women looking.
One older woman smiled at me and spoke. I smiled a return greeting but I didn't say anything. I kept strolling slowly along waiting for that one that I knew would want to fuck. She would want to violate that taboo that said moneyed white women didn't fuck black men. I knew that wasn't true but I loved that generalization anyway.
As I entered one of the aisles off the main hallway, I saw a woman from the rear. "That's the one," I told myself. She had on a leather miniskirt whose hem was about an inch and a half below her asscheeks. She had tennis player legs; smooth and long and strong looking. Her hips flared above her legs. Her ass cheeks jiggled as she walked. Then, her hips narrowed into her waist and from there, the v-shape went up to her shoulders. Her dark hair hung below her neck and swished as she walked.
I followed her into the department store to get a look at her front. If it was anything like her rear, I knew I had to make a move, even if it meant rejection. Have you ever heard the phrase, the face that launched a thousand ships? Her face could've launched four hundred, maybe four-fifty tops. But below her face was not a b-o-d-y but, a B-O-D-E-E-E, maybe two more E's. E for excellence!
After a look at that body, her face became very unimportant. I almost drooled as I gazed at her. She stopped at the perfume counter. She was looking at some very expensive scents. I stopped across from her where they had some men's cologne. As I gazed at her rapturous body, her eyes caught mine. I couldn't even look away. "Busted," I thought.
She nodded to me and then went back to her examination of the scents. I edged around the counter so that I could look at her body some more. As she bent over the counter, the hem of her miniskirt rode up enough so that I could see the nylon covered cheeks of her fabulous ass. The next time she looked at me, I was looking at the men's cologne. I heard a little intake of breath as she looked at my attire. I turned to her and saw her looking at my crotch. My dick was outlined nicely. The circumcised ridge stood out prominently at the tip of the shaft. My fat balls held my dick up, making it look larger than it actually was.
"Nice perfumes, aren't they?" I asked her. "I don't know which one you are wearing but whatever you have on, smells great."
"Thank you," she said, still gazing at my crotch. "Do you wear cologne?" She asked. "I bet you are a sweet smelling man."
"Well, I like to smell good, not sweet," I said. "I like good smelling women too." I looked directly at her.
"What kind of scents do you like on a woman?" She asked.
