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David and the Bitch
by Bela (gi_janet@hotmail.com)
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A new friend solves a large problem. (MF, rom, oral,
intr)
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After reading a few of these stories, I bet that you
guys and gals will like what I have to write. If you
do, let me know, and I'll keep writing until I am board
of it.
I wish that I could say that I am a lawyer or a doctor,
but the truth is that I work in a dining hall at an Ivy
League college. Not very romantic, eh? One weekend a
month I take these skills and use them in my role as a
'combat cook'. (Let's hope they don't activate my
unit!)
A little more honesty? I'm not beautiful. But I have
learned one thing – that doesn't matter. And I think
that pisses some women off, but I don't care. I am
blonde, 5 foot 8, and weigh about 135 pounds. I have
breasts and hips, and I flirt, and I wear 'too much'
make-up. No, I'm not beautiful, but I do get a lot of
attention.
Here is something else that might piss off the females
reading this. I like the attention. And I think I
understand guys. A lot of girls think that guys believe
that sex and love are two different things. They might,
I'm not sure. But guys also think (at least sometimes)
that sex is love, at least for the few sweaty moments
that they are involved. I like that. I like that love.
I like it a lot.
More about me? I've got a boyfriend. I think he'll ask
me to marry him one day, which would be okay. I have
also cheated on him. You decide for yourself if that
makes me a bitch. I'm not judging myself.
My story is about a bitch, though, at least a little.
The dining hall that I work in sees a lot of kids come
and go. Most are okay. All are too smart. Some just
piss you off. There is a group of kids that have just
had it too easy all of there lives and don't know how
to behave right. Most of the time that doesn't bother
me either. So, if kids treat me like I am not there, I
can deal with that. It is when they treat me like a
servant that gets me mad. I mean, put your fucking
dishes away. Know what I mean? It's not like they are
heavy.
The boys are okay, mostly. The girls are the ones that
can give you trouble – or at least tick you off. Mary
pissed me off a few times. Too lazy to clear her tray.
Too lazy to pick up anything she dropped. That sort. A
little black princess that wouldn't give you the time
of day unless she needed more in return. But I'm not
nasty, so I probably never spit in her food. (Of course
I didn't.)
Actually, I wouldn't be writing this if she was just a
bitch. That wouldn't be worth my time. I am writing
this because of something she said to her friends when
they were collectively ignoring the help (me!). Mary
said, and I quote, "No way, girlfriend, he is too big.
I told him he'd have to wait."
Okay, now that got my attention. She must have been
speaking about David, the boy I see her with. David is
a sweetheart. He always smiles, always says hello, and
is always polite. I had never thought of him as big. He
is only 5 foot 9 or 10, and he is a pretty lean guy.
Imagine an African marathon runner, that's what David
looks like. I guess its Mary's fault that she made me
wonder about him. Shame.
She probably should have cleared her fucking table that
day also. Her loss. When I saw David later that day a
smiled a bit more than normal, touched his arm when we
spoke, and wished him a good afternoon. Know what that
did? It made it impossible for him not to look for me
at dinner. Guys are so easy!
David was looking for me that night, like I knew he
would be. We chatted again. Then I dropped the
bombshell. I said, "I heard a rumor about you. A big
rumor – one that has caused you some frustration." He
really didn't know how to respond to that, so I just
said, "for the record, it doesn't sound like there is a
problem with you at all."
He smiled – a big smile. Before he could say anything I
asked if he could keep a secret. He said yes, so I
asked him if he would meet me out back after the
kitchen closed and walk me to my car. Anyone out there
think he said no?
I had about 10 minutes after the kitchen closed to get
ready, and only about 45 minutes before my boyfriend
would expect me home. That ruled out any clothing
change, that's for sure. But that was okay, some guys
seem to dig the polyester outfit they make us wear. If
you stretch your imagination you can almost make it
sexy. (If you get rid of the apron, that is.) Guys like
skirts no matter what, and any top that has a zipper
instead of buttons is sure to win approval. So I only
did two things to get ready for David, I took off my
underwear and fixed my make-up.
David was waiting for me. He looked good! He was
wearing a running outfit – just shorts and a tank top.
He was a little more muscular than I originally
thought, and the whole package just looked nice. He
wanted to hear more about the rumor, and why I was
keeping secrets. I just told him to walk me to my car.
I had parked next to the small elementary school across
the street from the dining hall. The school is
surrounded by bushes and small shrubs and during the
day you can watch the kids play hide and seek in them.
No kids were there now.
"David," I said, "I have a boyfriend that I love very
much, and the secret is that he doesn't have your
problem, but I wish that he did." He was quiet so I
said, "maybe we can solve each others problems." He got
that … fast! "You're lookin' to make new secrets,
right," he said. "Yes, big man, and I only have about
20 minutes to make one."
I pulled David behind one of the bushes and kissed him
deeply. He pushed me back against the wall and ran his
hands up and down the sides of my body while we kissed.
I pushed him off, kneeled in front of him, and let him
out of his shorts. That bitch Mary was telling the
truth!
David was rock hard. I couldn't wrap my fingers all the
way around him, and I would have needed a third hand to
cover the length shaft. I took him in my mouth while
stroking him. I worked him hard and fast, all the while
trying to make eye contact. I could tell that I was
getting to him, and he began rocking back and forth
more quickly.
I stopped kissing him and while stroking him I asked if
he could cum twice because I needed him inside me. He
told me not to stop, and I took that as a yes. Not that
it would really matter. By this time David had grabbed
my head and had started really forcing himself into me.
He didn't last long like this and he shot a gloriously
large load strait down my throat.
There was no break in David. He pulled me up off my
knees, pressed me up against the wall, and started
squeezing my breasts. There was a lot of power to the
boy, and I was totally into him. I was soaking wet and
running out of time, so I guided him into position.
This was the only time that I was a bit afraid.
He must have figured that out because he took pity on
me. He entered me very slowly, inch by glorious inch,
and let my body get used to his. I cannot really
describe the combination of pain and pleasure. I must
have been making noise because he covered my mouth with
his hand.
I had never been this excited in my whole life. Here I
was, a white woman, pushed up against a wall by a black
man, his hand across my mouth and his penis halfway
into me. He must have seen it in my eyes because he
(almost) violently pushed the rest of his cock into me.
I came so hard I drew blood from his hand, and I knew
that he was only beginning.
He took me with deep, long strokes. Over and over I
felt him pounding into me, over and over I responded
with orgasms. Finally, thankfully and sadly, I felt him
push deeper into me and cum. I couldn't take any more,
I slumped into his arms, he kissed me, but continued to
pump until he was through.
This was not the last time David and I made secrets.
END
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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