I'd been talking with a black work colleague named Steven at work, who always seemed to wear trendy gear and he mentioned shopping at Brixton market.
Although I'd never been, I recalled that kids at school talked about Brixton market being a good place to find bargain branded goods so when Steven said he was going on Saturday and did I want to meet, get something to eat and walk through, I took up the offer.
He knew quite a lot of people who he would 'high five' or hand clasp and hug.
He introduced me to some colourful characters, both old and young.
We went to a cafe and had an all-day breakfast deal. As we were eating, a couple of blokes Steve knew walked in and after the customary greetings, they started chatting They only had a coffee but picked at food on our plates.
They were different characters to Steve and when a couple of good looking black women were spotted a few tables across, they made suggestive comments and signals.
The girls gave as good banter as they got. On their way out, they stuck up a middle finger, one also nudged me and whispered, "White pussy with black trash." then kissed her teeth as they
Leaving the cafe a few minutes later, they went their separate ways to Steve and I to my relief.
"Don't worry about them; it's taken for granted to be brash around here to survive. They lived in the council estate in the neighbourhood where I was raised.
Back in the market, we bought a crisp white classic Adidas T-shirt each. I'd seen it for twice the price in a sports shop.
Steve said he was going left and pointed right to where I needed to head, regrettably I didn't ask for specific directions.
We parted and I was walking along Coldharbour Lane, hoping to find my way to Brixton station.
As I continued to walk, clutching the plastic bag with my purchase, I realised I'd lost my bearings after taking a few turns.
Being unfamiliar with the area, and as the light faded, I felt uneasy knowing the reputation of the area.
I kept my head down and avoided eye contact. When I saw a group of youths ahead, I panicked and took the next bend then another.
Now hopelessly lost, I was hoping I'd either stumble back on track or encounter somebody non-aggressive to ask for directions.
It was now dark and with few street lights, was dimly lit. I had to ask directions soon I thought. On I walked until I heard loud black female voices.
"Sorry, I appear to have got lost, would you be able to direct me to Brixton station please?" I asked smiling.
"What's in the bag, milky bar kid, let's have a look?" one of them asked, with reference to my spectacles and skin colour. She was wearing a Levis jean jacket and leather skin tight trousers and looked about 19.
Looking past her, I saw that there were at least 5 of them dressed in a variety of street clothes. A couple well into their 20s.
That distinct coconut aroma associated with black women combined with other perfume scents filled the air.
I didn't answer as a taller girl with straight jet black hair, leather jacket and denim skirt darted behind me. Despite me being a bloke, I was intimidated and wary.
Then, a further blow when the third girl stepped forward. "Remember me. No mates with you now, white boy." It was the threatening girl from the cafe and I was now feeling vulnerable. She'd changed into a leather mini skirt since earlier when she was in jeans.
"I didn't say anything or agree with what the two rude black blokes were saying until today, they were old friends of my work colleague, Steven. I respect girls and hope I never see them again" I said defensively.
"All girls, or do you see our colour and think we're trash and beneath you?" She asked.
"I I'm n-not racist. I have lots of b-black f-friends." I stuttered..
"You respect our black bodies, you like black pussy?" One of the others asked.
"Who of us do you like, prove it and kiss me." Challenged a lighter skinned black girl, who I guessed was in her early 20s.
"You're n-nice looking, r-really but there's more to it than looks, In the right circumstances I could hit it off with any of your friends as well." I said.
"Dat good to hear, go on then." She urged.
I don't know how true that was but had no prejudices and kissed her on the side of the mouth. She responded by french kissing me full on.
"Any of you want some too girls?" She asked.
"He can eat my pussy." The girl from the cafe laughed.
"Mine too." Said the taller girl.
"He can tongue me. I'd like that now." said a new voice. She had remained quiet until that point and seemed older than the others, perhaps late 20s.
"How 'bout it, wanna get on your knees and eat Sharon's dirty black pussy?" The tall girl asked.
I'd often had thoughts of performing cunnilingus and wasn't going to aggravate matters if it would get me out of this threatening situation.
"If sh-she w-wants me t-to." I answered, thinking if it was going to happen.
"Go on then." She said as she hitched up her short beige mini skirt, revealing yellow knickers and sturdy black thighs.
"You can do us all, do a good job and you'll be free to go. I'll be next." Said the girl from the cafe.
I had an incentive and it could be a lot worse, I thought.
I knelt and pulled her knickers aside to see a quite pronounced piss hole. Leaning forward, I suckled on it and licked, then stuck my tongue deep into Sharon's cunt.
"Take my knickers off and service me properly." She ordered.
Pulling them down, she stepped out and I handed them to her before diving in and filling my nostrils with her scent, licking at her pussy lips. Teasing and flicking at her clit, Sharon started to respond and held the back of my head whilst pushing her hips forward.
"That's the way to do it, mmm, oh yes. Lick my clit, eat my pussy. Enjoy that dirty cunt taste. Fuck yeah." She encouraged.
Cackling and whooping, the girls tension had dissipated and the mood lightened.
Sharon's moaning was louder now as she ground her cunt to meet my tongue.
"Look at that Diane, Sharon's face fucking him real good. Look at the sweat on her face." It was the light skinned girl who spoke.
Diane was the girl in the cafe and was more jovial now. "He'll be eating so much pussy, our scent will be unmistakable as he travels home Stephanie." She responded.
I felt Sharon's juices mixed with my saliva running my chin as I licked her to orgasm. "Oh yes. Aaah, aah, she screamed then let out a louder Ah ah ah and breathed heavily. I looked up to witness her final throes seeing her eyes marble up.
Diane stepped forward. "Sit on your backside. I want you licking me from below as I slide my cunt over your snaking tongue and pleasure myself." She instructed.
She wasn't wearing anything under her skirt, and I saw her hairy cunt glistening with pussy juice.
I licked at the moist cunt and swallowed, not wanting to want to upset her despite the rancid flavour.
