So here we are in a hotel room in Amsterdam, about to have a "fuckoff" with some guys from Germany that we met on the flight over, well, actually, I knew one of them fairly well.
We've shared a flight and more on more than one occasion. Hi, I'm Yasmine, and before I get into the "fuckoff" and what it means. Let me tell you all about how this started.
I'm an international flight attendant for a major airlines, and I fly out of New York across the pond. Well, this particular time, me and some of my best girls we're taking a "girls trip."
So the five of us decided to fly to Amsterdam. It was myself, my best friend Jasmine 42, who was a defense contractor in North Carolina, she's around 4'11 with a nice plump rump(no im not bi, but I'm jealous!) red boned with black hair that she keeps a real cute cut on, and she's absolutely gorgeous!
Next is Tracy, she's 30, she has a sort of light honey complexion, she's a counselor in Maryland, she's 5'9, slender build, and she too has a nice fat ass. She used to live in Atlanta, but she moved because finding a man in Atlanta is a nearly impossible task. She wears her hair cut close, and dyed blond.
Evelyn is our head flight attendant, she is a Texas native from the Dallas area, she has a pretty hot story that she may share later! She's 57, with a deeply Ebony hue on her skin, and aside from having a little bit of a pouch, she could easily pass for 35. She goes from weave to wearing her hair very low like Tracy, only it is the color of her skin nearly. She's 5'8 and just exudes sex appeal, she's like the black widow, she will lure her prey in, and have them "dying" all night!
Then there is Karen, she's from Jamaica, she is in her mid forties, and dreadlocked, she is beginning to grey a little bit at the roots, she is around 5'7 and very pretty, she's sort of light skinned, maybe almost bronze in tone. And she's extremely big boned, but she has no stomach at all!
And me, well, I'm 5'5, 48, I have a fairly dark complexion. I have these huge boobs, but not a lot of ass. I recently underwent the "big chop" to go natural, and my repaired hair is really starting to take shape.
The flight over wasn't full at all, I recognized "Olaf" after we boarded, I knew that he played for a semi pro soccer team somewhere in Europe, but I couldn't began to tell you for which team.
Well, it just so happened that he too, had four of his teammates with him, and while I won't bore you with all of their vitals, all four looked like George Michael during his "Wham" days, all extremely "pretty" men.
After a few hours into the flight, Olaf and the others came out of first class, and found seats where we were. Evelyn squared it with her fellow head attendant, and we all got acquainted and laughed and drank and talked.
Olaf was the only white man I had ever been with and he had dick for days! He had the kind of lovemaking that would have you questioning your allegiance to the brothers.
Anytime we've ever went at it, I'm always good for at least one "crygasm", yes, he will have your mascara running like you were a televangelists wife asking for money through the tv camera!
As luck would have it, the flight time passed very quickly, but we found out that Olaf and friends were staying in the hotel across the street from ours so we agreed to meet later for more drinks.
Of us all, Tracy was the only one not currently married or in a relationship, so while we had no intentions other than a few drinks, I knew that anything was possible.
The ladies quizzed me a bit about Olaf, I played coy with them for a bit. Then I spilled the beans. "Guuurl my leg wouldn't stop quivering! I aftershocked most of the night! That big dick mother fucker knows how to work it!" We all laughed.
As time to meet the guys drew near, I noticed that, just to say that we were going for a few drinks, everyone was dressing rather sexy, even myself?
"What about the other ones?" Karen asked, they look too good to be straight."
"Yeah, they also look too good to have big dicks!" Tracy added. Ugh! Damn peewee dicked whiteboys! My kingdom for a SSSBM!" "SSSBM?" I asked. "Yes, A Single, Straight, Stable, Black Man!" We all laughed again.
When we get to the pub, Olaf and Crew are already there sitting at the bar watching a rugby match, we instead decide to find a table, and then at that point, the liquor and the weed start flowing.
The other four men are all around 25, Kristoff, Victor, Rudolf, and Sven. You can tell that they all have the soccer bodies, because not an ounce of fat can be found on any of them.
So we then picked back up the conversation that we were having on the plane. "White dick cannot be tamed! Black pussy is not up to the task!" Kristoff said.
"How much black pussy have you had that you're able to make such a bold claim?" Evenlyn asked him. Her deep sultry voice can be as intimidating as it can be comforting.
"Pussy is pussy! White, black Asian, Indian, its all the same! But dick come in many sizes!" Sven said.
We went back and forth for awhile till finally I said, "there's only one way to solve this. Let's have a fuckoff!"
Victor was the youngest and a real hottie, he also hadn't said anything the entire night until he asked, "what is a fuckoff?"
"Well, its when you make a contest out of fucking. We'll start with a low seed against a high seed and work our way down the line until the last two, or if at any point one side has 3 wins, then that side wins and proves superiority. We determine the winner by being the last to cum, or not cumming at all. I say that we seed everyone by oldest to youngest, youngest being the low seed, on each team. So, do we want to play?"
A resounding "yes" went around the table, so one of the guys quickly paid the tab and we left the bar. We made a quick stop to the gift shop and of course, since we are in Amsterdam, they had both condoms and 5 minute STD test kits for sale, we opted for the kits over the condoms and started toward the elevators, their rooms were on the 30th floor, and as we were getting into the elevator, we noticed a group of African soccer players getting on the adjacent elevator.
I also recognized one of them as well. They shot us some icy glares as if they knew what these white boys were bringing us to their rooms to do.
"Are all of you on the same floor? I mean all of the soccer players?" I asked Olaf. "Yes, everyone in the tournament is on the 30th floor."
So I decided to have a little fun with my Nigerian friend in the other elevator. Me and the other ladies all stripped down to nothing but the heels that we were wearing, we walked out of the elevator arm in arm each, with one of the white German guys that we were with.
