The Nigerian Prince

"I'm sorry Lucia. I just – Well, we just need to take a break."

I stared at the phone as the busy tone rang in my ear. This had to be a joke. Six years. SIX WHOLE FREAKING YEARS! Wasted, just like that?'

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One of the worst things about being with the same man for that long: getting over the comfortable, typical routines.

The second worst thing about it: trying to place yourself back onto the market as a single person.

My girlfriends and I planned a night out, girls only, to this prestigious club in Manhattan. The Insider was known to be hot and hip. The local events newspaper claimed it to be "the place to be."

I stood in my closet and dug my way through hanger upon hanger of various "basic" clothing I had to wear around Rob (my ex). He didn't like me to go out in public looking "sexy". I finally got to the very back slew of hanging ensembles and pulled out my favorite shirt I used to wear to clubs and a pair of tight fitting, boot-cut leather pants. Hell, if I was going out, I was going to go out going all out.

To my surprise, the pants and the blouse still fit. The blouse had a very deep plunging "V" neckline that almost went to my pierced belly button; the back was just strands of fabric that draped around the curves of my back and shoulder blades. The blouse really didn't leave much to imagination. It was fiery red and I looked damn good in it. My 36D's barely were covered in the front, but hey, I was going all out, right?

I pulled on a pair of red stilettos that matched the shirt perfectly. I pinned my hair up in a sexy, messy up-do and my makeup was to the nines. When I jumped in my Escalade, I was feeling very, very sexy.

I picked up my 3 friends who were extremely shocked at the outfit I had on. They hardly saw me with makeup on. My friend, Julia, made it aware that I looked "hot as hell".

When we finally found a parking spot, we waltzed right up to the door, passing nearly 300 people who were already standing in line. The guy at the door licked his lips as he saw us walking up. Thankfully, Mitchie, one of my "prowling partners" had already paid over the phone for our admissions and access to the VIP. We heard a few muffled grumbles as we walked right into the club.

The DJ was already pumping loud hip hop music and there were already quite a bit of people on the clubs main dance floor. Mitchie walked us to our VIP station and we all orders drinks with the attending waitress.

As we were waiting on drinks, I scanned the club for my victim. I wasn't looking for anything more than someone to take home, take pressure out and send home.

One of my girlfriends pointed out this tall, dark man sitting on a couch a few VIP stations over. His complexion was dark chocolate, his eyes (from what I could tell) were deep brown and he had luscious, full lips. He had on a wife-beater tank and some nice fitting jeans. He almost looked like a rapper without the gold teeth. That was him. That was going to be my "victim".

I let out a heavy sigh, grabbed my drink and slowly made my way over to his table. He quickly noticed me coming and a smile was on his face as big as a kid's on Christmas. When I got closer to him, I could tell he had a beautiful radiant smile that seemed to illuminate the section he was in.

I extended my hand to him. "I'm Lucia, and you are?"

He grabbed my hand and kissed the top of it. "Teren," he said in a heavy accent. He was Nigerian.

"I don't normally do this," I said as I took a seat next to him. "But, I couldn't help but notice you from were I was sitting. You're very attractive, if I can say so."

He smiled again. "I thought I was the only one noticing you," he winked, "but it seems like you just broke quite a few men's hearts."

We talked for about thirty minutes, even grinded against each other as we danced a little in his little section. I could feel his thick, hard cock against my back every once in a while. He also slipped in a few kisses on my neck now and again. He was making me hotter by the second.

I finally got the nerve up to straddle him as we were sitting down talking. His eyes widened with surprise and approval. His hands found way to my ass and he grabbed both cheeks tightly. His big hands almost took in my entire ass. My lips plunged into his and I could feel his hands groping my ass as our tongues danced in each others mouths. He found my tongue ring quickly, and then played with it with his tongue. I hadn't noticed, but his hands were now inside the back of my pants and he was grabbing and pulling on my ass cheeks harder.

After we broke our kiss, he leaned in and whispered into my ear that he wanted to take me home. I obliged.

I ran over to the girls and told them I was out. They understood completely, as they had been watching my white ass make out with the hottest black man in the club. I smirked as I ran back towards Teren, laughing at the obvious jealousy they were radiating.

We jumped in my Escalade, which I let him drive, because I was just a little over tipsy. He pulled into his immaculate home which sat about 30 minutes outside of the main city. It was surrounded by a high privacy cast iron fence. This damn man was packing more than his junk!

When I jumped out of the car, he made his way over to me and our lips found each other again. His big hands were rubbing up my stomach into the bottom of my shirt and a moan escaped my lips as his hands found my breasts and grabbed them gently.

He pushed me down onto the third step up onto his porch and leaned me back as he pulled my shirt up. I glanced around the property to make sure no one was standing around watching us get hot and heavy on his steps, but there was not a soul in sight.

He raised my shirt up, completely over my head, and his lips quickly kissed from my cheek, down my neck, to my erect nipple. He took my nipple into his mouth and began sucking gently, but as my moans got a little louder, he sucked a little harder. While he was sucking, his other hand was tweaking and pulling on my other nipple.

He finally slid that hand down my toned belly and the button on my pants just seamlessly departed from its cradle, then the zipper just gallantly slid down. My pants gave him no fuss. His fingers worked underneath the tight leather material and underneath my skimpy thong underwear and found my wet, waiting pussy. He began rubbing my clit in slow, circular motions while his mouth still worked on my nipples.

My moans were becoming more consistent, which obviously pleased him because with each moan, his fingers would rub just a bit faster. He suddenly slid his big hand down from my clit into my dripping hole. He slid two fingers up into my waiting pussy. I wrapped my arms around his neck, forcing him to stop sucking on my nipple, and took his full lips in again. I was grinding against his hand, thrusting his fingers in my sex abyss deeper. Just as he felt I was about to cum, he removed his fingers and his hand completely from my pants, grabbed both my legs and wrapped them around his waist, and he picked my entire body up off the concrete steps.

He fumbled with his keys and unlocked the door, all while holding me. I was still shaking a little under the pleasure I had just experienced. Once inside, he threw me down on a chaise lounge and ripped my pants and thong off me, exposing my entire body to him. His eyes took in my body. He licked his lips and took off his tank and his jeans quickly. He stood there in front of me with his cock hanging out. My eyes widened. He was huger than I had felt while we dancing. He slowly climbed on top of me and in one slow, swift motion, his thick, 9 inch cock was deep inside my aching pussy.

He started off by thrusting gently, burying himself deep into my body. I swore I could feel his cock in my chest. He gently kissed on my neck as the pace picked up. He was suddenly pounding my pussy, beating it with his thickness. I moaned under pure pleasure. I came hard against his tool which prompted him to go faster and harder. He grabbed up under me and stood up holding me, then I felt my hot back against the coolness of the wall. He was thrusting up even more now, bouncing me on his cock. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he pushed in deeper.

I then pushed back on his shoulders hard, and much to our surprise, his knees buckled and we went down to the floor. We both let out a slight giggle, then I positioned myself on top of him and slid my wet pussy down on his throbbing cock. His eyes slanted and his hips began thrusting up against me as I rode this Nigerian cowboy. His hands would grab my hips, then my ass, and then my breasts. He groaned under the pleasure. Just as I came again, I could feel his cock growing even thicker. He was about to cum. I was going to make this sexy, Nigerian prince cum. I was boasting inside my head as my hips gyrated faster. I believe, with my wetness, and the speed my hips were going, I could've hydroplaned right off his cock. Suddenly, I felt his grip on my hips tighten and I felt his thick hot cum burst into my pussy. I moaned loudly and came again, and then my body convulsed and collapsed on top of him.

We laid there on the floor for a few minutes, him rubbing my back slowly and me maneuvering my fingers around his rock hard abs.

"So, are you sure you only want to make this a one-night stand?" he whispered.

I looked up at him, a little shocked and a little confused.

My face made him smile as he continued. "I know how girls are when they go clubbing with a group of their female friends. You only want a one-night fuck. When we talked though, I could tell we had a lot in common and, if you're willing, I'd like to take you out on a date."

I smiled as his request, then kissed his adorable lips, all while nodding my head yes.