The Irish Bar

Aaron tossed the dart, aiming with an exaggerated confidence, fueled by Guinness. Tasha smirked as he landed on a one, yet again.

"You gotta do better than that, cracker," she said, smirking as she lined up, hitting three 20s in a row.

Joe's was an Irish bar it turned out. Tasha had picked the place, just on the outskirts of the white parts of Memphis, so as not to overwhelm Aaron. And since then, she'd had Aaron buying them both a steady string of beer.

"I'm ... I'm okay," Aaron slurred.

"C'mere, baby, let Tasha help you," she said, smirking. She grabbed the white boys hand, dragging him out to the woman's bathroom. It was a weekday, and the bar wasn't that busy. She pushed him into a stall.

"You know," she said, kissing him hungrily, her thick, plush lips on his, hot and hungry. "I'm not picking you because I think you're some stud. I think you're weak. I think you'll do whatever I ask. And I want you to prove it."

"H-h-how?" Aaron stammered. She unzipped her baseball pants, peeling them down, exposing a thick, luscious ass.

"Get in there, white boy," she commanded. She cooed, feeling his soft, wet tongue sloppily gliding up and down her dark ebony cheeks. "In between."

Aaron lapped at her asscheeks, but feasted on the sweaty crack, burrowing his tongue deep into her thick ass, until his tongue was tickling the chocolate star buried within.

"Fuck yes, cracker," Tasha said, pushing back, Aaron's head trapped against the stall as she pushed her ass back against his face. "Bring your hand around. Play with my pussy."

Aaron tentatively brought his pussy around. She had an unshaven pussy, and his fingers gingerly explored her musky sex, finding her thick clit. She moaned loudly. He brought his other hand around, dipping two fingers into your wet slit, playing with her clit, his tongue bathing her taint in saliva.

"Fuck," she growled. "Fuck yes, cumming!" she whined, pushing back hard against the white boy's head, her cunt clenching tight on his fingers.

Aaron sat there for a minute as she recovered. She finally tugged her pants on, and beckoned him to go out with her, but this time crawling behind her.