I was leaving work when I decided to hit the bar on my way home. The game was on, and I didn't feel like watching it alone in my apartment. My roommate was gone for the weekend.
I waltzed into the bar and hit the bathroom first. Checking the mirror, I looked fine, just a little tired. Sometimes I come home with dirt on my face or my clothes. Working full time in a warehouse will do that to you, but it'll also help keep you toned up. My muscles were medium sized, not crazy bodybuilder or anything. But they looked good under my dark skin.
I made my way out to the front again and took a seat. I didn't pay attention to who I sat next to and just ordered my drink. A Jack and Coke to start, to get the relaxation process started.
"I'll have one of those too," pipes in the voice of someone next to me. I turn to look at the someone, who is actually a very pretty white fork with dark blonde hair. And she's got the blue eyes to match. With the way she was sitting, I could tell she had a phat, juicy ass.
I smile at her. "My treat," I say. She smiles back. "I'm Deshaun." I put my hand out to her.
"Alyssa," she says, gingerly shaking my hand back. "Are you here just to watch the game?"
"Mostly, yeah. My roommate is out of town for the weekend, and it's kind of boring watching a game by myself. Plus, if I stayed home, I wouldn't be looking at such a pretty face." I'm hoping that's not too forward, but I also don't care. Honestly, I could use some pussy.
It's been about six months since I broke up with my ex, and I haven't seen anyone else since. Sad, I know. Just wasn't a priority I guess. But now that I'm here, why miss an opportunity?
Alyssa smiles. "I'm only here because I was supposed to meet somebody, but it's looking like he bailed." She sighs. The bartender sets out drinks in front of us.
"Sorry to hear that," I add. I take a sip.
"I'm not bent out of shape over it. This was supposed to be the first date, so it's more like a bullet dodged," she says. She picks up her drink.
"Well, maybe you can still have a first date," I say. She raises an eyebrow at me. "Well, you know, since we're both here already and, well, I did buy you that drink already." I smile at her so she knows it's lighthearted and there's no pressure. But I hope she agrees.
Alyssa nods and takes a long sip. Then she shrugs. "Why not? Like you said, we're both here already."
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We go on chatting throughout the game, and make it through two more Jack and cokes. I figure if this is the last one, I'll be fine to drive us back to my place...
"Hey, the game is almost over," I say.
"Oh." Alyssa looks disappointed. "Guess that means this date is almost over?"
"It doesn't have to be. I'm heading home, but you're welcome to join me. No pressure, I'll call you a cab if you'd like instead." I'm hoping she comes home with me so I can pound that little pawg pussy.
"I'd love to come over," she says. I smile and my cock twitches, knowing that I'm about to let it out to play.
"Great, let's go then." I pay the tab at the bar, and walk her out by the waist, her midriff showing slightly so that her belly skin is warm against my arm.
We get home, and we get inside my apartment.
"Which one is the bathroom?" she asks.
"First door on the left."
While she goes to the bathroom, I go to my room to search for some condoms, but no luck. It seems my box of magnums had disappeared. Shit.
The door opens and Alyssa walks into my room. She takes a seat on the edge of the bed.
"So," she says. "Your room is nice." She sounds kind of awkward, maybe a little nervous. Like she wants something but is too afraid to ask.
"Thanks," I reply. "Do you need anything? Water, a snack, anything?"
"Can I have...no, can I ask a question?"
"Okay."
"How big is your dick?" Alyssa blurts.
I chuckle. I'm a bit shocked by her question, but I find it rather amusing. "Would you like to see it?" I ask. Before she answers, I start slowly unbuckling my belt and opening up my jeans. I pull them off and leave myself in my boxers.
Alyssa looks a little more nervous, but she's staring straight at my member. It's eye level while she sits on my bed, with me stading across from her. I take two steps forward so it's closer.
"Yes," she whispers. I pull my boxers down and let my now growing cock out of hiding. I wish she could've seen it fully grown first, but she'll see it soon enough.
"Oh wow," she said. "I've never been with a black man that actually lived up to the bbc stereotype before."
"But you have slept with a black man?"
"Yes."
"So you know how to suck a cock, right?"
"Yes."
"So prove it," I say. I step forward twice more so the tip is right in front of her lips. My full, 8" cock, thicker than average too.
