Back at the bar

It was Saturday and now I didn’t need to sneak around Tyler or worry about work. I had the freedom to explore, though when I went to the bar I only ordered a water as I had an extra passenger to worry about. I looked around, almost hoping to recognize the man who had impregnated me but then I realized I had no idea what he really looked like. Sure he was black and in good shape but that described half the guys in the bar. The only thing I really remembered was feeling of his cock in my mouth, I could perfectly recall the length, the girth, his veins, and his roughness.

I wandered hoping something would make me visualize that night more, so I exited the bar and went again to the alley. When I stood there I felt again how slutty and degrading that experience was, but somehow those feelings only made me horny. I was a normal professional woman, but I was also a slut that was bred in an alley gangbang.

“Hey you lost?” A voice called out with genuine concern, I turned and I saw a black man standing with me in the alley. Just then an idea popped in my head. I lifted my dress and threw it on the ground “actually I am looking for something” I said getting on my knees. “What the fuck?!” the man said but still he approached and the moment he was in reach I was clawing at his pants. The second his cock was in front of me I knew he wasn’t the father, but he still had a beautiful big dick. So I couldn’t let him leave without giving him what he wanted and what I needed.

I sucked him until he blew a load in my mouth and thankfully he was still hard enough to keep going and fucked me against the wall. As soon as he was in me I experienced a rolling orgasm that only ended when I felt another load in my pussy and his cock slip out.

I dressed and told him I would be here most weekends, and that I was a slut who simply wanted to fuck as many black guys as possible and that he should tell every guy he knows about me. Thus, began my search for the father of the baby in me.