Well, I have to admit I had been fantasising about it all day, and in a way I did go looking for it. Some of the young black guys in London look so tough, mean and hot that I couldn't help imagining what it would be like to be on the floor with one of them pounding his big hard cock into me. All the same, I couldn't believe I actually put myself in that position - I as good as asked for it. Despite those fantasies, when it comes down to it I've always been a bit shy, and never been considered a slutty girl.
I was down in London looking at flats, as I'd just got a job working for a travel agent in London and was preparing to move down there. I remember when I came to London previously for the interview, some black guys were eyeing me up and shouting to me on the street - I was so nervous I just looked away and walked past as quick as I could, but I couldn't help being a bit turned on. I mean, I'd never had a black guy, but most of them were really well built, and (I'd seen pictures) well endowed! Plus I guess there's a part of me that likes a man to be aggressive and dominate me. I thought about it all the way back up to Nottingham on the train, and I had to go into the toilet at one point for a bit of privacy, I was getting so horny.
So this time I'd just finished looking at a flat in north London, and was walking back to the bus stop. It turned out not to be a very nice flat, but I had another 3 to look at the next day, and was heading back to the hostel where I was staying in central London. It was a nice summer evening, and I was dressed in jeans and a sleeveless white tank top with white and pink trainers.
I saw this really big black guy with very short dreadlocks coming towards me but on the opposite side of the street. He was wearing baggy jeans and a black vest, and he looked absolutely ripped. I don't know what came over me, and I still can't quite believe it, but I actually crossed the street so we would pass directly. I remember my heart pounding as he came closer, but I even made myself walk closer to him than necessary on that pavement. I could feel him looking at me, and somehow as he passed me I felt a weird kind of relief, and the thought that he was looking back at my bum in my tight jeans made me feel all tingly.
Not for long though, as a couple of seconds later I heard him call, "Yo!" I almost tripped up with the shock. He came back towards me, as I stood frozen by the side of the road.
"Was you lookin' at me?" he demanded. I just stood there. I must have been shaking with excitement, my heart pounding like crazy.
"H-hi," I stammered, avoiding eye contact. Hi? Hi?!? That's not how you respond to a 6'3 stranger who accosts you aggressively on the street! I should be walking on, ready to run, right? But I'm just stood there sheepishly, and actually say hi to him.
"Where you think you going, dressed like that an givin' me little looks?" Now he had an arm against the wall beside me, blocking me from walking in the direction I had been going. Not that I wanted to keep walking, not really. My heart was pounding, I was too nervous to make any eye contact, but I'm only 5'2 and the view I had of his muscly chest and arms wasn't bad. I lowered my eyes more, till they were on his crotch area, and I couldn't help searching for a bulge there.
"Then you think you just gonna walk on, eh?" he said. I could feel him looking at my 33C boobs under my tanktop, and I knew my nipples were hard and sticking out.
"N-no," I answered. What??? I felt like some stranger was answering him, like it wasn't me at all.
He couldn't seem to believe it either. But only for a second. Next thing I knew his powerful arm was round my shoulders, and we were walking back in the direction I'd come from. "Dat's right, girl. You know what's good for you", he said. I think I stammered an um and an er, but was too shocked to form any proper response. Where was he taking me??
He pulled out a phone and called someone, all the time with one big arm firmly squeezing my petite frame, almost crushing me against his side, marching down the street.
"Yo," he said into the phone. I need to use your place for a bit. Yeah. Don't worry about dat, just let me in an' gimme some privacy. YES. Of course I will, bruv. Nice one. Safe, safe". Well obviously I knew what he had in mind, but he wasn't discussing it with me and I didn't feel able to offer an opinion of my own, so I just kept on walking the way he pulled me. But I have to admit, I think I was getting damp even at that stage.
We turned into a block of flats, and he led me into a stairwell. It was pretty grotty, but my anticipation was growing at the thought of him doing what he wanted to me in some dirty flat. I guess I must like a bit of rough. He pushed me ahead as we went up the stairs, and I felt his big hand slapping my little bum.
Suddenly, as we were on the landing between two floors, he grabbed me and pushed me against the wall, bending down to kiss me roughly on the mouth. His big hands roamed from my arse to my boobs, roughly feeling me up over my shirt. Then his right hand reached down and started rubbing my crotch hard through my jeans, as his left gripped onto my shoulder length blonde hair. I could feel what felt like a MASSIVE erection pressing into my midriff. OMG! This was hotter than the fantasies I'd been having on the train!
"That's a little taster for you," he said, before pushing me, startled and totally flustered, up the stairs again.
Eventually we reached the 4th floor, where he pulled me along to one of the doorways, his arm now just round my neck. He was breathing a bit heavily too now, clearly excited at the prospect of fucking me. Little me! I knew a lot of guys fancied me, that I was considered cute, perky and petite, but the idea of this massive, muscle-bound black guy wanting me so much, refusing to let go of me for a second, that was just so hot.
He rang the doorbell, and I heard a dog barking.
It seemed like ages till the door opened, and another black guy, maybe slightly older and not as tall but still big, opened it, holding the dog on a leash. He looked me up and down as I stood there red-faced, not looking him in the eye but unable to stop myself looking at his body, which was also pretty fit.