The black guy

“That black guy looks interesting,” Holly said.

“Go talk to 'im,” Bridget said.

She got up, and walked over to where he was sitting – he had hair in sort of corn-rows, appeared to be around six feet tall, and just slightly muscular, with shorts that obviously hid a large cock. “Hey,” She said with a smile, immediately catching his attention – she held out her hand, and said: “I'm Holly.”

He sat up, and shook her hand, saying: “Tyrone.”

“Mind if I sit down? ,” She asked.

“No I don't mind,” He said – he seemed somewhat nice, and not at all like the stereotypical black guy.

They talked for a little bit – he seemed somewhat nice and polite and whatnot, making Holly a bit less nervous about the whole situation. “Wanna come back to my hotel room for a drink or somethin'? ,” He asked after a bit of talking.

“Sure,” She said.

The two of them went inside, and went in the elevator. Holly couldn't think of a way to break the ice as the elevator went up to his room level. “You like um – white women like me? ,” She asked.

“Yeah,” He said.

“You think I'm pretty? ,” She asked.

“Yes infact I do,” He said.

“That's nice,” She said, walking over closer to him. She put an arm around his waist, and said: “You don't look half-bad yerself.”

“Thanks,” He said.

He seemed to not want to come on to her first or anything, so she ran her hand down his toned stomach, until she reached the leg of his shorts, where she felt a large, hard cock. “I've never been with anyone so big,” She said, “Can I see just how big it is?”

He pulled his shorts down a bit, and Holly gasped – his cock was possibly a foot long, and quite thick and throbbing. “You like it? ,” He asked, putting it back in his shorts. Holly had never seen anything so big except online or in hardcore porn magazines.

“Definately! ,” Holly exclaimed.

Her mind was sort of racing – the next thing she knew, she was naked, on her knees in his hotel room, staring at a huge, throbbing cock. She grabbed the shaft of his cock, and started to suck on the 'head', which was similar in diameter to her mouth, sort of.

She managed to fit the first few inches into her mouth – her mouth was wide open as she moved her lips up and down along Tyrone's manly black cock. She took his cock out of her mouth, and started to massage it with both hands – he put his hands under her arms, and got her back up on her feet. He turned her around, and put his hands on her breasts as he slowly slid the head of his cock into Holly's tight, hairless pussy. She moaned as Tyrone stretched the muscles of her tight vagina as he slid further into her.

He put his hands on her hips, and started to thrust a little bit. He seemed to get a bit horny, lightly slapping Holly's big sexy ass, making her moan a bit. He pulled out after a minute or two, and they changed position – she was flat on her back, with Tyrone on top of her. Her legs were around his waist as he thrusted in and out of her.

Eventually he pulled out, and sort of straddled her waist – he started masturbating a bit, and she licked his cock – she wasn't naïve, she knew what he was doing. Eventually the head of his cock erupted, spewing his semen all over her chest, with some of his load ending up on her chin and stomach.

She got up, and said: “I'm gonna take a shower – that was very hot.”

She walked over to the bathroom, and went inside – she turned on the showerhead, and got in. She washed the semen off of her body – she fantasized about being Tyrone's girlfriend – odd fantasies about being tossed around by a bunch of well hung black guys filled her mind. Suddenly though, she thought of Morgan, how sad he might be that his beautiful girlfriend left him for a well-hung black guy. She wasn't for sure, but she loved Morgan – he might not have been the sexiest guy but he was still very sweet and kind.