Wanda stepped out of the shower and began to mentally pick out her outfit for the evening while toweling herself dry. She was looking forward to her weekly night out with the girls, mostly because it was her night to get laid. After working all week for the advertising agency, Wanda needed her Friday nights out with her friends. They got together every Friday night to go to one of the many clubs in town. They drank and gossiped and danced till they couldn't go anymore and if they were lucky, they would meet a man that would provide them an outlet for all the pent up stress of a week of working long hours. Wanda smiled to herself, she didn't need luck, she had what the men wanted.
She was young, only 22, fresh out of college and working for one of the biggest advertising agency on the West Coast. She never had any trouble getting a date, she was what she liked to call the total package. Wanda stood in front of the full-length mirror and studied her body. She had a pretty face, big round eyes with long, thick lashes, high cheekbones, a pert little nose and her full lips were the kind men liked to see wrapped around their dicks. Her brown skin was smooth and silky, not dark and ashy the way some black women's skin got. She especially liked how it contrasted against the light skin of white men when she took them to her bed.
Her hair was long and straight. It may be a weave, but it was the only thing about her that was fake, and as long as it didn't come out when some man tugged on it while she sucked his dick…it was all good. Her neck was long and her shoulders nice and rounded, not bony like some skinny women. She had a small waist that caved inward and provided a nice contrast to her rounded hips and ample breasts. Ah, her breasts…Wanda cupped her breasts as she stood there admiring herself. She has good tits, everyone said so. They were large and round, yet they didn't sag, they were nice and firm and the only reason she even wore a bra to work was to control the jiggling. Her nipples were big, almost the size of a dime and surrounded by large dark areolas. When she was turned on her nipples turned into little rocks. She pinched them as she looked into the mirror. She was becoming aroused, but she continued her appraisal of her body. She turned and gave herself a side view of her ass, it was nice and round and high. She loved her ass. She turned again and looked at her legs, they were long and slim. At 5'10, Wanda knew her legs drew just as much attention as her tits and ass. She placed her foot on the edge of her bed and ran her hand along her thigh until she reached what she liked to call home base…her pussy. One man had told her she had the perfect pussy. She touched the folds of skin and shivered, she was becoming more aroused by the minuet. She noted how the hair where her legs met was neatly trimmed. She didn't want to be shaved, but she liked to keep it neat. She ran her fingers between her pussy lips, they were nice and pink and fleshy. She separated them and found her clit. She was lucky, her clit seemed to be bigger than average. It stood out almost like a little dick when aroused as she was now.
Wanda rolled her clit with her fingers and moaned. She lay down on bed and rubbed herself till she thought she would scream. Without even realizing it, she stuck two fingers in her hole and began to pump them in and out. It felt so good, she added a third finger and really gave herself a good finger fucking. She felt the orgasm building and used her free hand to rub her clit. That was all she needed, she let out a low moan as she came. Afterward she lay there till she had her breathing under control then got up to get dressed. She could make herself cum but it wasn't the same as having a man do it to her. She smiled as went to her closet because she knew she would be with a man tonight.
She decided on her red outfit. She started with her red sheer, thigh high nylons, she was reaching into her panty drawer when she stopped. She wouldn't wear panties, they would just get torn later anyway. Next she pulled on her red leather skirt, it was short and showed off her legs to perfection. For a top, she chose a red silk peasant style shirt that left her midriff bare. It had elastic at the bottom and the top. She wouldn't be wearing a bra tonight, she wanted to wear the top off her shoulders. Finally she stepped into a pair of three-inch red spike heels. She checked herself in the mirror. She liked what she seen. Checking her watch, she grabbed her keys and headed for the club to meet her friends.
Wanda met her friends and they had a great night of dancing, drinking and just letting off some steam. One of the guys she danced with asked her to come out to his car for a while. She went thinking she would get a little action. Once at the car, the guy demanded a blowjob. Normally she'd have kicked him in the balls and told him no one demands anything from Wanda Jackson. But tonight she was in the mood for some action and sucking dick in a public parking lot sounded exciting. Wanda sat on the passenger seat and the guy got his dick out. She wasn't impressed, it was only about five inches and it was already hard. Wanda liked the big ones, just looking at a big black dick could get her pussy dripping wet. Nevertheless, she took the little white dick into her mouth and began giving him a mind-blowing blowjob. She started by just taking the head into her mouth and working her tongue over and around it. The guy moaned and started to push more of himself into her mouth. Wanda had no trouble taking all of him, she was a pro at deepthroating much bigger dicks than this one. She let him face fuck her for a while, she was bored. She wanted some real dick, not this little white boys pencil stub. She decided to speed him along and began squeezing his balls and moaning like she was about to come. Wanda knew that men liked that, it made them think they were doing good and most always made them come quicker than if she just kept quiet. Just as she thought it would…it worked. The guy started to grunt and told her he wanted her to swallow it. He pushed into her mouth one last time and let out a loud grunt as she felt his cum shoot down her throat. He pulled out of her mouth and tucked his now limp dick back into his pants. The man helped her out of the car and said, "You are one great cocksucker baby, thanks." Wanda took a tissue from the pack on his dashboard and wiped her mouth. "Well, thank you for the compliment honey, you just think about me sucking on you the next time you jerk off." With that she sauntered back into the club.
When Wanda returned to the table and the girls ask where she was, "I was outside sucking a tiny little white dick. Now I got to find me a big black one, all that did was make me even more horny than I was before." Her friends all echoed her statement. They drank and danced some more and by the time the placed closed at 2 am, all her friends had gone. They picked up a man and took them home to bang their stress away. But Wanda hadn't been so lucky. She didn't understand it, she always had to turn down men, tonight after the blowjob in the parking lot, no one seemed to want her.
She got up to leave and two big men approached her, "I'm sorry ma'am, we have to ask you to come with us." Wanda ask why, they said, "The owner of this establishment wants to see you, and if you're smart, you'll come along quietly." Wanda was nervous, she didn't know what was going on and she hated not being in control of a situation. The men escorted her into the office marked private, they told her to wait there and Mr. Davis would be with her shortly. She was really nervous now, what had she done? Why did this Mr. Davis want to see her? Maybe he found out she was giving a blowjob in the lot outside and thought she was a hooker. She'd just have to explain to him that she was no hooker, just a horny woman looking for satisfaction.
Ten minutes past and Wanda was getting more nervous, then the door to the office opened. She looked up and seen him, he was huge. She stood up and he walked over and held out his hand, "I'm Walter Davis, I own this place. Sorry you had to wait, I had to lock up."
"What do you want? I don't know you do I?" she said, trying to keep the nervousness out of her voice. At 5'10 and the extra 3 inches her heels gave her, she was no little woman and the man standing before her was at least four inches taller than she was.
"No I doubt you would know me Miss Jackson. Yes, I know your name. I make it a habit to check out anyone that comes to my club that draws the amount of attention you do. I'm sure you never even noticed me, I'm not your usual type."
Wanda looked at him and thought "no you're not, I like tall dark and handsome." Walter Davis was tall but that was where it ended. He was big man, with a beer belly and damn, all she could think about was how ugly he was. He had a pockmarked face and a scar on one cheek, his nose was wide and big and he had a shiney gold tooth right up front where you couldn't miss it.
"Look, just tell me what you want and I'll be on my way." She told him.
Walter told her to sit down, his voice had changed, he was no longer sounding polite and pleasant. Now he sounded angry but Wanda had no idea why. "I bet you are wondering why none of the men you threw yourself at wanted to take you home aren't you? You are probably wondering why none of them wanted to take you home and fuck your brains out. I mean look at you, you're sexy as hell, a gay man would probably give up men for a night with you. But I bet you never even considered taking someone like me to your bed did you?"
