The club would have to be a biggie, no simple night-stick or tonfa. I needed a massive weapon, that held authority and was wielded with skill.
In short, I wanted a weapon of mass distraction, to distract me from Black's massive weapon.
My pussy throbbed as I looked at myself in the mirror. If there is one thing on this earth that I can sell, it's sex, and the way I was looking there would be a bull market rush for my tits.
They were just popping out of this little blue number I have with sequins, and slits that go higher then is legal in this state.
I accept that there is a natural order to sex. I hold dominance over most men and women because of my rack. Its size denotes power, and I wield that power to get what I want, when I want.
Black's cock showed me where the power chain ends, and now I want only one thing and I get it never.
Damn him from his tasty testicles to his delectable dick.
So I bounced from club to club, (literally, thanks to the elasticity of my bra strap) and watched crotches.
I had just about given up for the night, seeing nothing more then a light snack in anyone's pants, and found myself dancing to burn off steam. At one point, I danced into someone tall, dark, and handsome.
"May I buy you a drink?" He asked after the song had ended.
"May I drink what you buy me?" I shot back.
He smiled, and led me gently by an elbow over to the bar. As I sipped my Slow Screw Against The Wall, I made small talk that I hoped would lead to something big?
"Is it true what they say about black people?" I asked.
He looked stung.
"And what is it they say about black people?" His voice held tension.
"That your skin has slightly darker pigment then that of white people." I said calmly with a sip.
He let out a relieved laugh.
"Oh thank god, I thought you were gonna be some racist bitch, erm, no offense."
"None taken. I'm an equal opportunity kind of girl. If you're packing a serious enough rod, I'm serious about you, and I don't care about the color."
He raised an eyebrow.
"Really?" There was something hiding behind that smile, and I had my guesses as to what.
"Wanna go back to my place?" He asked. I just let the hunger in my eyes speak for me.
***
His place was a little apartment on the east side. The second we were in the door I had him by the collar and we were kissing. My lips devoured his, firmly nibbling and sucking all over his mouth. His tongue was a treat.
My hands groped down to his pants, and I was not disappointed at what I felt.
His jumbo junk was heavy and seriously taxing the fabric of his jeans.
I began to unbutton his fly, but his hands on my shoulders steadied me.
"You don't get a thing till I get some pussy in my face." He pushed me back against his bed.
He unceremoniously pulled up my dress and pushed me back; I fell prone on the sheets.
Then his face was gone between my thighs, and I mewed in ecstasy at the feel of his tight dark curls grazing the insides of them.
He lapped at my clit slowly, dragging his hot tongue across my little button to let me feel every moment of pleasure, then began to speed up.
Thick fingers jammed into my dripping snatch, curling to work my G-spot slowly while his tongue worked my clitty quickly.
This was a man who clearly liked the taste of cunt, and he made it abundantly clear by lapping up my juices with his hot tongue.
I writhed and moaned on the bed, thrashing beneath his lapping lash. My tits bounced so much that the left one popped from my bra and dress and jiggled with abandon.
Then his lips were on my clit, sucking on it hard, pulling the hard little nub of flesh into his magnificent maw.
I came hard, suddenly flooding his face with sweet succulence, letting him taste the definition with a woman as I moaned and cried.
It had been so long since I'd been serviced by a man, eaten out even(!), that I'd forgotten what it was like. I felt in control as I clamped my thighs around his head, coming hard and enjoying the sensation of his tight dark curls on the insides of my thighs.
I pushed him up and gasped, kissing briefly at his glazed face before turning my attention to his bulging jeans. Something was in there. Something big, manly, and ready to ravage.
I could have cum from looking.
I opened my package like a little girl at Christmas, only this girl had received a giant present from a sinful Santa.
It flopped out with supreme indifference to gravity and reason. If cocks came in single and double-barreled sizes, then this was easily a cannon that dwarfed them all.
Drool poured from my mouth so fast that it looked more like I had been eating cunt than him.
"Holy shit!" I swore with religious reverence.
Then I added, "Can...I...Measure?" I wasn't making the Brit mistake again!
And those balls! I had finally found Black's match in the testicle department, black mangos dangled down, clearly coursing with thick virile spunk, just waiting to be tasted.
"You're getting a blowjob!" I proclaimed, grabbing him by the shoulders and spinning him onto the bed, taking my rightful place on my knees before his obelisk.
For a rare change, I started with the head, puckering up and making out with his flared fuck-stick. My huge lips engulfed half his head, the red contrasting with the dark plumb color to make a beautiful combination. A steady stream of precum poured into me, so much so that I found myself making an occasional hearty gulp to empty my mouth.
His sperm, incidentally was sweet.
I took pulls on his prong like a desperate whore, admiring the shine I was giving his glans and head. I nibbled around the flared head, watching his facial expression change with each part. Circumnavigating his glans was quite an effort, and his thickness puffed out to spread my fingertips from meeting as he hardened.
To give my horse-hung date a special treat, I let some jizz dribble from my mouth, pooling in my lower lip, and finally cascading water-fall like into the expanse of my cleavage. Smiling wickedly I licked my lips, and lifted the vast expanses of titflesh to my face, cleaning his cum from my own tits, until both were shining from my efforts.
"Your huge balls are heavy." I helpfully informed my stud as I hefted his weighty sac.
"But I can make them heavier..." With a grin I took a massive, long slurp off of his massive long dong.
I put my head low and brought myself before his smooth dangling balls, puckering my lips and reversing suction to blow a huge wad of hot precum all over his balls.