Next time I saw her she looked so mad I almost burst out laughing. It was just getting dark and she pulled up outside my place in a cab, got out with her arms swinging by her sides and literally marched right up to me with this you-fucking-bastard pout on her face. "Hey!" I called, real cool.
"He's thrown me out," she spat the words at me as soon as the cab drove away. I looked her up and down. She'd changed into fawn pants and she was wearing this suede jacket which hid those lush titties, her sweet blonde hair was tied back and she had an expensive looking hold-all slung over one shoulder. I thought back to last time I'd seen her: naked on her knees with my cum all over her face. I couldn't help but smile.
"What the fuck are you smiling about?" It looked like she was going to cry.
"Sorry baby, I'm just pleased to see you is all."
"You're pleased to see me? You just made my boyfriend throw me out of my house and now I've got nowhere to go."
"I didn't get him to throw you out," I leaned back on my car and watched her closely out of half-closed eyes. "It's not my fault he took exception to you sucking on my cock now is it?"
"You forced me."
"I forced you?"
"You know what happened," she choked back tears. "I would have done it. I would have sucked your cock anyway but you made me do it when you knew there was a chance I'd get caught."
"You're here to tell me off then, honey? Is that it? I've been a big bad nigger and the little white girl is gonna put me straight about a few things?"
"You know why I've come here?" she tried to get angry again but she just sounded pathetic. "I've come here cos I need to get high cos there's fuck all else going on in my life right now," for just a second she couldn't look directly at me. She stared at the ground and then straightened up and looked me in the eye. "I deserve to fucking get high. You can give me some fucking blow. That's the least you can fucking do."
"You got a potty mouth, girl."
"Don't patronise me. Have you got anything or not?"
"Sure," I nodded. I walked round to the other side of the car and her eyes followed me hungrily ever step of the way. It took a matter of seconds to load up the pipe but she got so impatient you'd think it was hours. She followed me, I sat down on the driver's seat and she stood in front of me and almost snatched the pipe out of my hands as soon as I'd lit it. She took it down deep into her lungs and her whole body relaxed. I gently put my hands behind her shoulders and pulled her on to my lap.
"Ohhh," she sighed, her head rolling back.
"You OK sweetie?"
"I got nowhere to go."
"I'm sorry. I guess it was kind of my fault that prick threw you out."
Her voice was sleepy and kind of raspy. "I would've sucked your big cock any time. I loved sucking your cock."
"I know you did. Come on, you can stay with me tonight."
"I can't do that. You'll fuck me up. You're a bastard."
"I won't fuck you up baby," I chuckled. "I'm gonna fuck you but I'm not gonna fuck you up." I picked her up easily and carried her inside to my apartment with her head on my shoulder and her arms loosely round my neck. "Oh baby your blow is good," she sighed again.
Effect didn't last long, though. We got inside my place and almost as soon as I laid her down on the couch she started waking up and I saw a glint in her eye that was getting mighty familiar.
"Take your clothes off," I ordered.
"OK," she smiled her sweetest, most coy smile and took off her jacket. I couldn't wait so I reached over and pulled her pants down revealing tight white panties. She was hurrying too. She was wearing a strappy blue top and she pulled that off and then undid her white bra practically in one movement. I looked her up and down. She looked so good. Her peaches and cream titties practically sat up and begged and her legs were long and smooth as candy. I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her towards me. She kissed me hard, more desperately than she had before. I lowered her gently on to the floor in between my feet and kicked her legs apart.
"Take off those panties and stroke that pussy, bitch," I demanded.
She agreed without question. She wriggled out of her panties, leaving them carefully to one side on the floor and then her right hand went to her mouth, wetting her forefinger before snaking down to her clit. I watched her, thighs spread, back arched her left hand gently playing with both big tits. "You stroke me," she panted.
"What?"
