My name is Kirsten. I'm twenty-five years old and unattached. I'm a redhead, not flaming red, but still a real redhead. I stand about 5'3", weigh about 133 pounds, and I have a generally athletic build. 32C. Firm and nice. As I might have mentioned in the past, I have been spending the past year and a half exploring the boundaries of my sexually after finding my long time boyfriend fucking a friend doggie style. Bitch.
I met Derek through an ad on Craigslist while out of town for work. My schedule brought me back to his stomping ground every few weeks, and on the last trip, I had spent an evening getting drunk and high with Derek and a couple of his friends. Which of course led to other activities. Sometimes, I just can't help myself.
Following the night with Derek and his friends, I found myself thinking frequently about black dick. Solo session fantasies revolved around servicing groups of men, more and more often groups of black men. While I had managed at times to engage in group fun, Derek and his friends were the only black guys I had been with so far.
About a five weeks after my last visit, I found myself again in Derek's town. I had meetings in the morning as soon as I hit town, so it late afternoon before I was even able to check into my room. I had been distracted all day thinking about Derek, and several times I found myself daydreaming about the last time I was in town. By the time my meetings were wrapped up, I was a wreck. Distracted, horny, and needing relief. As soon as I threw my travel bag on the hotel bed I was whipping out my phone to text Derek.
I was actually trembling as I sent the text: Hey! In town. You around?
The reply was almost instant: Hey baby! What's up?
I sat on the bed, my thumbs flying: Tough day, could use some fun. Any ideas?
Waiting was almost painful. Then the reply: Pick u up around 9? Hitting the club if u're n 2 it!
I simply replied: I'm in c u at 9.
I tossed the phone on the bed. Rummaging in my bag, I pulled out my short black skirt that I had packed just in case along with a white crop top with spaghetti straps. With just a bit of hesitation, I also pulled out a black leather choker collar. I also put on what Melissa called my "fuck me heels". So.
I showered, shave down below so that I was silky smooth, and got dressed. With my pale skin, my darker eye makeup, and my red hair, my outfit was devastating.
"No doubt what YOU are looking for tonight." I told myself as I looked in the mirror.
I was waiting in front of the hotel at 9:00 pm sharp. At about 9:10, a black Ford Escalade pulled up. The passenger window eased down, and rap music blared from the car. Derek leaned across the seat, "Hey Kirsten! Looking hot! Get in baby!"
He pushed open the door, and I climbed into the front seat.
The music blared, blocking any real attempt at conversation, so I just sat back as Derek's hand rubbed my thigh. We headed downtown, eventually finding a parking spot on a side street. Derek took my hand, and led me down the street past gritty bars, closed retail shops, and small neighbor restaurants.
"This is it!" Derek announced as we turned down an alley.
I hesitated, but he just pulled me along behind him. We walked almost the length of the alley before stopping before a flight of steps leading down.
"Come on." Derek skipped down the steps and opened the door. Music filled the night along with snippets of loud conversation. Derek was paying the cover when I stepped down next to him. I peered into the bar. It was smoky and loud, with the lighting system from the dance floor throwing crazy colors around the room.
He took my hand, leading me into the crowded space. As we wound our way through the room, it appeared that I was the only white person in the bar. I held my head down, not making eye contact with anyone, but I could tell that the guys were checking me out. More than once as we squeezed through groups of people I felt hands on my ass.
We stopped at a table in the back of the bar.
Derek bumped fists with several of the guys as their eyes swept from my face to my chest, and down to my legs. I blushed and looked down feeling nervous and embarrassed.
"This is Kirsten." He had to speak loudly to be heard over the music. Derek bent down to say something to the guy closest to him. His friend's eyes got real big staring at me as he listened to Derek. An empty chair was pulled into the space next to Derek's friend, and he motioned for me to sit down. I had to squeeze between the table and the friend to get to my chair. As I was passing in front of him, hands slipped up under my skirt and briefly caressed my ass. I sat down, my cheeks bright red. Derek had disappeared.
I sat down between two nice looking african american men as I looked around for Derek. The guy that Derek had spoken to put his mouth closer to my ear so that he could be heard. "Derek went to get drinks."
I smiled nervously and nodded. The dance floor was crowded almost beyond capacity. The music was so loud that I had trouble hearing what anyone was saying. However, I did note that the other guys crowded around the table were checking me out. The guy on my right leaned over again, "Derek said you like to have fun."
My face flushed crimson, and my nipples started to get hard. Biting my lip, my eyes dropped to the table as I nodded. As usual, my body was racing ahead of my mind. My pussy was getting wet, and the guys had noticed my rock hard nipples pressing against the thick fabric of my top. My body tensed as I felt a hand on my knee. I looked over at the guy to my right, and we locked eyes as his hand slowly crept up my thigh. His eyes bore into mine as his hand moved under my skirt. I gasped as fingers slid along the front of my panties.
I looked around the table, and at least half of the guys were watching my reaction. My arms were on the table until the guy on my other took my left hand and moved it under the table to rest on his crotch. My eyes widened at the size of the cock trapped behind his pants. Without thinking much, I started to rub my hand over his bulge. I jumped when fingers slipped past the top of my panties.
As my pussy was being explored, the guy to my left reached down, unzipped his pants, and his cock sprang free. I immediately wrapped my hand around his shaft and began to stroke his shaft.
The fingers between my legs were driving me crazy. I ran my hand over the sensitive head of the cock on my left, caressing the tip of the huge head.
The drinks hitting the table startled me, and I jerked my hand back. Derek was standing at the table grinning down at me. I could read his lips more than I could hear the words, "You good?"
I blushed again and nodded. He held out his hand to me, and he pulled me away from the horny guys at the table. "Dance?"
I was flushed, hot, and getting very, very horny. "Yeah..."
We pushed our way into the crowd on the dance floor, finding a small bit of space close to the back wall. Derek turned me around so that he was behind me, and he started grinding up against my ass. I began to move slowly in time to the beat, grinding my hips back against him, trying to avoid bumping too much into the people in front of me which was almost impossible. My pale white skin stood out like a beacon among the sweaty black bodies all around me. I closed my eyes letting my body move to the rhythm.
Derek had one hand on my hips, the other slipping up under my skirt. My moan was lost in the blare of the music as I let my hand reach up to rub my painfully stiff nipples. A guy dancing in front of me looked past my shoulder to catch Derek's eye. He smiled, and his hand was soon caressing the smoothness of my flat belly just under the edge of my crop top. I danced between the two guys, my hands now on the hips of the guy before me.
I felt my skirt lifted higher, and my panties were pulled down over my hips. Lips kissed my bare ass as Derek slid my panties down my legs and then completely off. I looked back at him as he crammed my underwear into his pocket. When he stood up, he pulled my skirt up completely over my hips. In the darkness, the flashing lights, and the crush of the crowd, it was hard to tell, but I was totally exposed front and back.
Fingers trailed down my belly to flicker over my clit. I gasped and clung to the stranger in front of me as Derek's finger worked its way into my dripping cunt from behind. With one guy rubbing my clit, and Derek finger fucking me, an orgasm slammed through me without warning. I groaned as I shuddered and tried to remain standing, my legs turning into jelly as I came hard.
My whole body trembled. My chest was heaving as I tried to catch my breath. The guy in front of me pulled my head back by my hair, and put the fingers that had seconds before been stoking my pussy against my lips. I licked his fingers, and then sucked them clean. He grinned as he moved away into the crowd.
Derek's removed his fingers letting my skirt fall back down to cover my ass. My pussy ached. I was incredibly horny, and I needed to get fucked. We continued dancing face to face, and he ran his hands up under my shirt to grope my sensitive tits. I felt hands feeling my ass, then hands under my skirt, then moving away, only to be followed a minute later by more hands touching me. I was going insane with pure lust.
We finally left the dance floor and headed back toward our table. My head was spinning, and my whole body was a quivering mess. I pulled Derek closer so he could hear me, "Bathroom?"
We headed off in another direction, and he pointed me to a hallway. I nodded, and pressed my way through more people to the bathroom. I tried to ignore the looks of the other women in the bathroom, but I could tell that they were not very friendly and welcoming. I stumbled to an empty stall, finished peeing, and began to stroke my neglected pussy. I felt my climax building, but I didn't want to cum without a cock buried in my cunt. I groaned and reluctantly pulled my hand away, straightened up, and headed back to the table.
My nipples were rock hard and very noticeable as I pushed by a group of guys hanging out at the end of the bar. I didn't catch their comments over the music, but I did feel a hand under my skirt touching my bare ass. I turned and smiled at the group as I continued on my way back to my table.
I made it back to the table and sat down between Derek and his friend. Derek leaned into my ear, "Stand up a little."
Puzzled, I lifted my ass off the chair. He quickly lifted my skirt up, and motioned for me to sit down.
I was sitting on my bare ass, my skirt pushed up over my hips. Derek pressed on my legs to spread them apart under the table. His buddy's fingers caressed my thigh, and then moved higher, slowly circled my pussy lightly brushing against my clit. My head was swimming from the pulsating music, the continuous drinks put in front of me, and the sensations burning through my body. I bit my lip as the fingers continued to tease my clit.
