This story is a tribute to my friend victoriap, a glorious black cock lover. Victoria, thank you for your help editing it!
"Look what just came in," said Morgan, leaving his lower jaw in a slight droop with wonder.
Darren turned around to see. A slim woman of slightly above medium height was moving towards the far end of the tavern. She seemed to be making sure her passage didn't go unnoticed – her hips and perfectly rounded ass swayed provocatively as she placed her feet one in front of the other as she walked. She could be in her early forties, but something in her face, something intangible, yet unmistakably there, told Morgan she was older and didn't bother to hide it. Her platinum white, wavy hair reached her shoulders. It was pushed back behind her ears revealing delicate earlobes. The woman's face was oval and slim with a straight, delicate nose and a rounded chin. Her pale blue eyes seemed both sharp and dreamy. The glossy, bright red lips were full and wide, with the lower lip slightly bigger – perfect allure, but at the same time showed strong will. She had a shapely figure and displayed it with the confidence of one who took her looks and sexuality for granted. She was wearing a dark metallic jacket tastefully embroidered with pewter colored roses on top of a shiny beige silk top with square neck exposing her alluringly smooth, white skin. Her skirt was a mid-thigh gray pencil one that did more towards exposing her thighs, ass and hips than cover them from view. She wasn't wearing any jewelry apart from a sexy four-stranded pearl bracelet on her left wrist.
It was especially her long, perfectly shaped legs that attracted attention across the room. Men turned their heads; some only cast their eyes secretively so their women companions wouldn't see. Encased in tanned, ultra shine Gio stockings with a pale ideally straight backseam, her legs were exposed to mid-thigh. Her patent black, two-inch platform, open toe Louboutin pumps on forbidding six-inch Titanium stiletto heels, the red soles flashing as she walked, adorned her feet. The metallic click of her heels against the stone floor added an element of sexuality to her passage – one by one conversations were stopped and heads were turned, but the woman seemed perfectly indifferent to the impression she was making. Morgan looked with admiration mixed with foreboding. He trusted his instinct and it was telling him he might have a future with that woman. She looked both forbidding and irresistibly inviting: there was something whorish about her.
The two young, coal-black students were seated by the bar in a chic downtown tavern. Morgan was new here, as he had just arrived two days earlier.
"Seems to me she's looking for adventure," Morgan said. He had a reputation of a playboy and an expert on women and was intent on proving this reputation was well deserved.
Darren chuckled. He knew that face, figure and style. That bitch had a reputation too.
"Well, try your luck, man."
"You bet I will. Looks like the kind of girl who would play with men."
The woman reached a back table and ordered a drink. She looked around lazily studying the young black men that were present. She often came to the place when in need of a new cock. Black cocks were constantly on her mind. That day she was starved – she had only had one black stud feed her his dick and his nut cream during the lunch break. She was therefore pleasantly surprised when the tall, handsome, coal black man whom she noticed the moment she entered, stood in front of her table and brazenly asked if he could join her. She looked at the smiling face thoughtfully. He was a sports type. He was her type. She smacked her lips thinking what his cock could be like and felt an urge to find out.
Morgan was standing there awaiting her answer. Suddenly he felt his courage fail him. He was wondering how to apologize and retreat when the woman's alluring lips curved in what looked like a lustful smile and she said:
"Since you've already joined me why don't you sit with me?"
He sat down and the woman asked:
"Are you always that quick to pick up a woman?"
"When I see a beautiful woman I can't resist the temptation to enjoy her company. Besides, you seemed so lonely in this busy place."
"What's your name, darling?"
"Morgan," he said pleased with the directness of this remark.
"Glad to meet you Morgan. I'm Victoria."
"It's a pleasure, Victoria." He squeezed her hand, smooth and cool to the touch, feeling some thrill as he did so.
"So, what's your game, Morgan?"
"I'm sorry?"
"What's your game?" Victoria decided to toy with the young man who thought a lot about himself and who could easily be old enough to be her son. She was 49 and he didn't look more than 22.
"I thought it was a shame a woman like you should be sitting all alone," he said.
"If you really want to keep me company, how about taking me to a quieter place. There's a nice hotel near here," she answered and gave him a look that shattered him with a sudden realization that the woman he was talking to was a whore looking for a young stud like him! "You could enjoy my company better there," she added.
As they stood up to go, she stepped close to him and said:
"Kiss me. You've got your reputation to keep and your pal's looking."
This excited Morgan even more. He brought his mouth to hers and she welcomed him pushing her tongue into his mouth. Morgan shook again. She was more than just a willing whore. She was a TOTAL, SHAMELESS SLUT! And a beautiful one at that! He didn't wince, but welcomed her tongue with his and there they stood, their tongues toying with each other, his hand on her buttocks in a possessive manner. As they turned to go Victoria brazenly returned the gaze of a white woman looking at her with evident disgust. She turned to Morgan and said making sure the woman and the other people heard her:
"Don't you think it would be more fun if your friend joined us? You don't want to leave a friend alone, do you?"