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Damn Good Fuckin' Man
by Fox (Fox8354@yahoo.com)

***

My first time was with tall black woman named LaShani.
(MF, 1st, mast, oral, anal, intr, prost)

***

I was 25 at the time, and was heavy-set (300 lbs, on a 5'9" 
frame). My cock was a little over 5 inches - smaller than 
average, admittedly - and maybe an inch thick. I was 
working as an accounting assistant in my hometown. I was 
nervous as all hell, due to my inexperience and my looks, 
and to the fact that I felt like I needed to do it before I 
was 30. (Why 30? I had just seen the movie 'The Forty-Year-
Old Virgin', and I didn't want to end up like Steve 
Carrel's character.)

A friend of mine owned a comic/card/head shop, and would 
occasionally give me old merchandise, when he needed to 
clear some room for new stock. Some of it I sold on EBay, 
some I sold at conventions, and the rest just piled up. On 
this night, I had $300 in my pocket, a bag full of toys, 
and a hotel room (I had recently moved out of my parents 
home, into an apartment, but the place needed some repairs 
and a new paintjob before I could move in). I was set. All 
I needed was a woman. I set out to find a prostitute.

Why the toys, you ask? I read too many stories (thanks 
Literotica, Kristen's, and ASSTR!), seen too many movies 
and magazines, and looked at too much porn on the internet. 
I wanted an _unique_ first time. Besides, there's something 
to be said about watching a beautiful woman writhing with 
pleasure, her hand pumping a faux cock into her glistening 
pussy.

... That, and I was nervous. I knew most first times end 
too soon (say what you want, guys, it happens to many of 
us. If it doesn't happen/has never happened to you, 
congrats), and I wanted to enjoy myself. I had spoken to 
several people who told the same story: once you negotiate 
the deal (making sure to pay only _after_ you play), you 
got in, did your thing, got out. Wham bam thank you ma'am. 
I wanted to *feel*, to *taste*, to get the most enjoyment 
out of it I could. Maybe I expected too much, was setting 
myself up for disappointment, but I didn't care. It was my 
money, my time, and I had nothing better to do.

I went to the neighboring town one night, after spending 2 
hours preparing (45 minutes washing, cleaning, etc; and 
over an hour psyching myself up). It was the middle of 
August, nearing my birthday, and I felt like buying myself 
a present.

After driving around for an hour, and looking at several 
girls on the street (only some of them struck me as whores, 
but considering how young women dress today, who knew?) I 
found 3 that I liked, and was certain were prostitutes. One 
was a white chick, about my age, with dirty blond hair. She 
wore a tiny bikini top and blue hot pants, with go-go 
boots. Her tits were small, though, her ass boney, and her 
legs kinda scrawny. I put her in my 'possible' list.

The next was a Latino woman. Her tits were a high-B, low-C 
cup, hidden in a halter-top with an open back. She had 
large thighs, a fatter ass, and a small paunch. That could 
have been overlooked, but her face couldn't. She looked 
like she was in her fifties physically, but her face looked 
70. She had her black hair tied back from her face, and it 
really didn't help. Her face was *lined*; the effects of a 
hard life.

I put her at the bottom of my list.

The last woman was LaShani. She stood over six feet tall 
(she later told me she was 6'4" on her own; 6'7" in heels); 
her skin was like good coffee with just a touch of cream. 
She had on a low-cut white top with spagetti straps, with 
her stomach showing (with just a touch of fat, like a 
child) and denim mini-skirt. She had stockings and knee-
high boots with 2-inch heels. (Much to my delight, she had 
chosen to wear a garter belt with her stockings, though I 
didn't know that at the time.) Her tits were large, double 
D's at least (she later told me they were G cups). Her ass 
was large; not fat, just big. Her hair was let loose down 
her back, and tied with a ribbon, just above her waist.

Her face, though; was the kicker: she looked like an older 
version of Tyra Banks, except with poutier lips and eyes 
that were a touch more upturned. I knew at first glance, 
that she was to be the one. I drove past her and turned 
around. I drove to the curb, about ten feet away from her. 
When she looked at me, I waved her over. She smiled and 
walked to my car.

"How's it goin', baby?" she asked in a smooth purr. Her 
voice was a little rough, low, like she spent a fair amount 
of time looking for the bottom of a whiskey bottle. 
Damnation, but it got me hot! Many girls have high, light 
voices - or try to, anyway - and while that's nice every 
once in awhile, it grates on my nerves something fierce 
after time. There was just the faintest trace of an accent 
- like a woman from California, after months spent down 
South - like it had crept into her throat and taken root. I 
fell in love with that voice...

"Just fine, darlin'," I told her, smiling a small smile.

"Looking for some ... company, tonight?" she asked, leaning 
forward and showing me some cleavage. "'Cause I'm free 
tonight ... well not free, but ya' know what I mean." She 
let loose a small laugh, deep and throaty. God, what a 
voice!

"Actually, I am," I said, gripping my steering wheel 
tightly, then forcing myself to relax. "I was looking for 
an honest woman for an hour's work. Happen to know one?" I 
shot her a wink.

"Depends on the work," she replied, smiling back at me. Her 
teeth were so *white*, they stood out in her face. I 
couldn't help but notice her nipples; they were hard 
against her shirt. Judging from the shadows they cast, they 
were large too. "But I gotta tell ya' babe, an hour's gonna 
cost. And I don't know if you can afford it. 'Specially if 
you want something ... _kinky_." She said it in a drawl: 
'king~kee'.

"Well, not too kinky. Just something special."

"Well now, what kind of 'special' are we talking about?"

I told her: my hotel room, the toys, her masturbating with 
them, me watching, me touching, us fucking. No cameras, no 
bondage, just something to remember.

She was silent for 1-2 minutes after I finished. "Something 
special *indeed*," she said quietly, under her breath, her 
head turned away from me, looking down the street. When she 
looked back at me, her eyes were shrewd. "You a cop? 
Because I don't fuck cops. Nothing personal, but I don't 
need the trouble."

"I ain't no cop," I told her, laughing. I waved a hand at 
my gut. "Do I look like I could pass the physical necessary 
for the job?"

"You look like you enjoy a good meal ... and that you spend 
too much time sittin' on your ass." She said it good-
naturedly, but her eyes remained shrewd, and her shoulders 
were stiff.

"Ma'am. I am not a cop, I promise you that. I ain't here to 
cause you trouble, I just want a woman to show me a good 
time." I raised my hand to the sky. "Swear to God."

She looked at me for a few more minutes, then grinned 
suddenly. "That's good to know. You said you gotta hotel 
room?" I nodded. "Where?" I told her the name of my hotel, 
near the town limits. "All right then," she said, opening 
the door to my car and getting in, "let's go."

"Not so fast," I told her, "let's talk about price. And 
since you mentioned it, how do I know _you're_ not a cop, 
undercover?"

She laughed again. "This is how." And then she grabbed my 
right hand and put it between her legs, right up next to 
her cloth-covered cunt. The left she took and placed on her 
tit. "Go ahead baby," she told me, "feel what you're 
buying."

I did. I grabbed her tit, feeling her nipple harden under 
my palm. It was so soft, yet so firm. My right hand was 
pushing up against her lower lips, feeling the warmth from 
her pussy coming through the material. My dick got hard in 
my pants almost immeadiatly. Then she grabbed my wrists and 
pulled my hands away. "That's enough of that for now," she 
said, when I made a noise of disappointment in the back of 
my throat, "you can touch me all you want when we get 
started."

"Okay." And then we fell to negotiations. We agreed on $250 
for the hour, and $50 for each additional half-hour. 
Negotiations done, we headed for the hotel.

***

When we walked into the room, she asked to use the head. I 
pointed to the door, and proceeded to remove my outer 
clothes. She closed the door, but not all the way. I could 
see her in the mirror, raising the lid and pulling her 
panties down so she could piss. She rummaged through her 
purse as she did so, pulling out a tube of lipstick and 
redoing her lips. I watched to make sure she wasn't going 
to pull out a weapon and try to rob/kill me, or try to 
apply some sort of drug to her nipples to knock me out and 
roll me. (I watch too much tv, especially "CSI".)

Instead, she finished what she had to do, then proceeded to 
clean up. After she washed her hands, she grabbed the hand 
towel and wet down with soap and water, then proceeded to 
wash herself. When her pussy was done, she bent over and 
proceeded to wash her ass.

By the time she came out of the bathroom, I had taken my 
shirt and shoes off, leaving my undershirt, pants, and 
socks on. My room had a bed, a comforter, a tv, and a small 
table. She immeadiatly asked me when I wanted to start; my 
reply was: "No time like the present."

She immediately started a strip dance, throwing sultry 
looks at me. First she took off her mini-skirt, throwing it 
to the side of the bed. Then, she turned around and bent 
over - giving me a good look at her ass - and undid the 
straps on the side of her boots. Taking them off, she 
chucked them towards her skirt. Then, with her back still 
towards me, she reached up to slowly bring the straps of 
her shirt down.

She turned to face me, the straps now at the top of her 
cleavage. Inch by maddening inch, she lowered the cloth 
till her breasts came into view. Talk about magnificent! 
They were just as large as I thought, shaped like 
watermelons - long and oval-shaped. Her areolas were the 
size of silver dollars, and her nipples had to be half an 
inch long. She stopped with the shirt halfway down her 
body, moving closer to me. She bent over from the waist, 
letting her tits dangle in front of my face. "Go on baby, 
touch them. Fondle them. Lick and suckle them. I know you 
want to." I did.

I reached for them, letting my hands roam over them like I 
had wanted to since I first saw her. I carressed them, 
rubbed them, pinched her nipples. I brought them up to my 
mouth and suckled them like a newborn babe. They were so 
large, I half-expected to get milk from them. After a few 
minutes, she pulled away.

"Now now, there will be plenty of time for that," she said 
softly, backing away. Her tits gleamed with my spit. "Lets 
continue."

She pulled her shirt up further and then removed it 
entirely, tossing it aside. Then she pushed her panties 
(black French-cut) down, exposing the begining of her pubic 
hair. She turned around again, hands loosening her 
garterbelt to push her panties through and then down her 
thighs. She undid the clasps on her stockings, then pushed 
them all the way off, again bending at the waist. She kept 
her legs together tightly, keeping me from seeing her cunt. 
Then she slowly spread her legs outward, just enough to 
keep her balance as she lifted one leg, then the other, 
removing the panties completely. The quick glimpse of her 
pussylips I received was both great and not enough.

Then she did something that shocked me: she spread her legs 
even further, and bent nearly double. She brought her arms 
up and around the back of her thighs, her hair against the 
floor. Her pussy was on full display, and her grin was in 
full effect as she looked up at me. "What do you think, 
honeybunch? Cool, huh?" All I could do was nod. She tilted 
her head up (down?) to look at her pussy. "Nice lookin' 
cunt, huh? Trust me, nice as it looks, it tastes and feels 
even better."

"I..." I had to stop and swallow; my throat was suddenly 
dry. "I bet."

"Now baby," she said, letting go of her legs and standing, 
before turning to face me, "where's the toys you 
mentioned?"

I got out of the chair and headed for the desk, where the 
bag of toys I brought was set. I grabbed them and brought 
them to her. She took them and walked to the bed, before 
sitting down and going through them. She looked up at me. 
"Is there anything in particular you want me to use? 
Anything special you want me to do?"

I shook my head. "Use anything you want. But I would like 
to see you fuck your pussy and ass with them. Maybe both at 
the same time. Beyond that ... do what you want."

"Both at the same time, huh?" She looked at me. "I hope you 
got some lube in here."

"At the bottom."

She found it. "Ah. Good. Now baby," she looked at me once 
more, smiling, "the fun begins."

She pulled out a silver dildo (still in the never-opened 
box - I had the toys, but I never used them) and proceeded 
to play with it. First she brought it up to her face, stuck 
out her tounge and licked it; her eyes never left mine. 
Then she put it in her mouth and sucked, pulling it out and 
then pushing it back in, going deeper each time. Then she 
stuck it between her tits; it was a good 8 inches long, but 
it was nearly lost in her cleavage.

Then she moved it down to her pussy. It was the first time 
I had to check the whole area out. She had very little 
pubic hair; what was there had been trimmed into a small 
'V'. She teased the dildo around the top of her slit, then 
rubbed the tip of it up and down the slit proper before 
pushing the tip in. She did the same thing she did with the 
oral demostration: she pushed and pulled the dildo in, a 
little deeper with each push until it was all the way in. 
She slowly masturbated with it, letting herself get good 
and wet. The bed began to develop a wet spot.

When it was nice and soaked, she pushed herself back on the 
bed and lifted her legs into the air, bringing them down by 
her shoulders so she could bring them under her arms. Then 
she called to me.

"Honeybunch, come on over her for a sec, will ya'? I need 
you to do something for me."

I got out of my chair and walked over, taking just enough 
time to reach down and adjust myself. I couldn't take my 
eyes off her cunt. The way it had opened, like a flower. 
The way the inner lips started to protrude. The contrast 
between the pink insides and the dark outsides.

God, even the smell was fascinating! I know the jokes and 
the rumors, but she smelled nice. It was a heady smell, 
with just a hint of musk. I was almost in a trance.

When I got to the foot of the bed, she looked at me and 
said: "I know you wanted to see me fuck both my pussy and 
my ass at the same time, but I can't do it without a bit of 
help. Besides," she winked at me, "participation is much 
more fun than simply watching, don't you think?" I could 
only nod. "Why don't you take the dildo from my pussy and 
try sticking it up my ass?" She reached down and grabbed 
her asschecks, pulling them apart to expose her asshole. 
"Put the tip against my rectum," she told me, "and we'll go 
from there."

I removed the dildo and kneeled down, putting my face level 
with her pussy. Then I gave into temptation and leaned 
forward, planting a kiss on her pussy. She shook, 
surprised. "Oh, that's nice of you," she said, "but we can 
get to that later. Back to my ass." 

"Okay," I said, but before I put the dildo there, I leaned 
forward and licked her rosebud a few times. This made her 
squeal. Then, while she was distracted, I put the tip of 
the dildo against her asshole and pushed. I managed to get 
the tip into her before she told me to stop.

"From now on, we go slow, okay? I don't want to tear 
anything," she said. "Pull it out and get some lube on it. 
Then put some lube on my hole." I did as she instructed. 
Then I slowly re-inserted the dildo into her ass. Once it 
was all the way in, I slowly started fucking her with it. 
She then had me stop and hand her the bag of toys. She 
selected a 12-inch long, 2 inch thick rubber cock from the 
bag and started playing with it. Then she started sucking 
on the head, getting it wet before she started pushing it 
into her cunt.

"Hmmm," she bit out, as the dildo stretched her pussy, 
"like that? Like fucking my ass with that dildo? Like 
watching me push this rubber cock into my pussy? Did I 
taste good? Did you like kissing my pussy? How about my 
ass? Did you like rimming my ass, white boy?"

"Oh yeah!" I told her. "Although I only got a little taste
..."

"Well then," she told me, "we'll have to change that." And 
with that, she removed the cock from her pussy. "Go ahead, 
white boy," she pulled her lips apart with her fingers, 
"get a *real* taste of black pussy."

I pushed the dildo as far into her ass as it would go, and 
let go. Then I leaned forward and started to lick. I licked 
the outside at first, then pushed my tongue in as far as it 
would go. The taste wasn't as bad as I had been led to 
believe; like I said, it had a musky, heady smell and 
taste. She moaned, shook her hips, and gave me tips on 
where to lick and how hard. I was rewarded with a rush of 
girl-cum. When the discharge stopped, my lips and chin were 
covered in pussy juice.

"Oh, white boy," she sighed, "you made this ole girl come 
*hard*!" I blushed. "But you still got something to do. Get 
those pants off."

I stood and did as she said. My dick, already hard, sprang 
free when I removed my undershorts. She sat up, leaving the 
dildo in her ass, and looked at my cock. "Hmmm ..." she 
purred, "what do we have here? Looks like a white boy 
cock." She looked up at my face. "Does that white boy cock 
need some lovin'? Does it need to get sucked?" She reached 
out and grasped it. It took all my willpower no to unload 
right there and then. "Oh yes," I told her, "It definitely 
needs to get sucked."

She smiled, a sly little smile, and said, "Well then. Let's 
give it what it needs." And with that, she took my cock in 
her mouth.

Now, I would like to say that I lasted a good 10 minutes 
before I even felt the begining of my orgasm build up. That 
would be a lie.

I lasted a minute and a half before I said "Cumming!" and 
unloaded in her mouth. She was cool about it; she just 
swallowed my load and kept one hand on my cock, milking it 
for everything she could get, while the other was stroking 
her pussy, keeping it ready for me. When I was done, she 
made a show of looking me in the eyes, opening her mouth to 
show me my cum on her tongue, then swallowing it. Then she 
licked her lips clean. "How was that?" she asked, stroking 
my still erect cock. "Absolutly brilliant," I told her.

"Well then," she said, "how about we see about keeping the 
momentum going? Stick that dick of yours in my pussy and 
we'll get down to business." With that, she got up and 
pushed me down on the bed, then proceeded to straddle me. 
She reached down and guided me in.

"Oh yeah," she breathed, "that feels nice. Nice white boy 
cock, slipping into my tight black pussy." She started to 
ride me, as I reached up and grabbed her tits as they 
rocked from side to side. I hadn't forgotten about the 
dildo in her ass; at one point she leaned forward, letting 
her tits fall against my chest, and I reached down and 
grabbed the dildo, twisting it, eliciting a gasp from her. 
"Baby, what you doing?" she asked, laying still as I 
continued to play with the dildo.

"Fucking you," was my answer. I let go of the dildo and 
grabbed her hips, making her start fucking me again. I let 
my hand wander down to her cunt, and started rubbing her 
slit, hoping to find her clit. When she realized what I was 
trying to do, she guided my hand to her clit and got me to 
rub the way she liked it. The effect was perfect: she 
started shaking with the force of her orgasm. Finally, she 
stopped and collapsed, her breasts in my face.

I was still hard, so after a few minutes, I rolled her off 
me and stood up. I reached into the bag for the tube of 
lube that was in there, and proceeded to lube up by cock. 
She was on her side, so I grabbed her legs and rolled her 
onto her knees.

"Whatcha doing, honeybunch?" she asked me as I pushed/
pulled the dildo in and out of her ass. Finally, I just 
removed the dildo and let it drop to the floor.

"I'm not done," I told her, alligning my dick with her 
asshole. "I still have -" I checked my watch "- 15 minutes 
left, so I'm going to do something I have thought about 
since I first saw you: I'm going to fuck your ass and cum 
on your face." With that, I eased my cock into her ass - it 
was easy, since the dildo had left it stretched out - and 
proceeded to fuck her.

"Oh, really? You thought about fucking my ass? You thought 
about sticking that white boy cock up my big black ass? And 
then you want to cum on my face, huh? You like that 
thought, don't you? Seeing my face covered in streaks of 
your white cum, knowing that you made me your whore? That 
you got to claim me?"

"Oh yeah baby, that's it exactly! I want to see the streaks 
of cum lie across your face! I want to make you my whore! 
My beautiful black whore! Knowing your big ass and 
magnificent tits belong to me!"

"Then do it, white boy! Fuck that ass! Come on my face! 
Make me belong to you!"

And with that, I felt my second orgasm of the night start 
to arrive. Quickly, I pulled out; she rolled over onto her 
back and sat up, then slid of the bed to land on her knees 
before me. She reached up and grabbed my cock, stroking it, 
and looking at my face said: "That's it, come on baby, cum 
on me, cum on my face, cum on my pretty black face -"

Then I came. Right on her face. The first shot hit the left 
side of the bridge of her nose; the second hit her just 
above the right eye. Some got on her cheeks, some on her 
chin, and the rest landed on her tits. All in all, it was a 
beautiful sight to see. It was one of the biggest loads I 
have ever let loose, and her body was covered in it.

When I was done, I fell flat on my ass on the floor, 
breathing heavily. She wiped her fingers through the cum on 
her face, then spread it around. She did the same with the 
cum on her tits. Only she made sure to spread it onto her 
nipples, then, keeping her eyes locked on mine, she grabbed 
the tit, lifted it up, and licked the nipple clean. Then 
she did the same for the other one.

If I could have gotten hard again, I would have just from 
the sight.

***

Afterwards, she excused herself to use the shower. She took 
her purse with her (she kept a travel kit in there, which 
had a douche, some mouthwash, a toothbrush and toothpaste) 
and cleaned up. I, meanwhile, grabbed my undershirt and 
used it to wipe myself down. Then I got dressed. I walked 
over to the cooler I kept on the desk and grabbed a bottle 
of water for the both of us. By the time she came out, I 
was fully dressed and had my breath back. The hour was up.

"That's the hour; time for payment, baby," she told me. I 
nodded and pulled out my wallet. I counted out the money 
and gave it to her, as well as a $20 bonus. "What's this 
for?" she asked, after she had made sure I hadn't short-
changed her.

"For making my first time a truly memberable experience," I 
told her.

She looked at me, slightly surprised. But only slightly. 
"That was your first time?" When I nodded, she grinned. 
"Well! Glad I could be of service." Then she walked over to 
me and did something I never thought she would do: she 
kissed me. Only on the cheek, but from what I understand, 
most whores won't kiss their customers _at all_. "What was 
that for?" I asked, surprised and happy at the same time.

"For being nice enough to treat me with respect before, 
during and after the whole thing. And because a newly made 
man should always get a kiss to celebrate." She winked at 
me. "If you ever want a second round, look me up. Name's 
LaShani." And with that, she walked out the door.

***

I had a few more visits with LaShani, but nothing like that 
first time. And she never kissed me again. Eight months 
after that first time, she was hit by a drunk driver and 
killed. I only found out because it was in the paper. Her 
name was LaShani James, and she was 46 years old at the 
time of her death. I went to the graveside service, but 
stayed at the back. I met her children, both in their 20's. 
Her son Jamal died a year after his mother. Her daughter 
Lisa ... became my girlfriend. But that's another story for 
another day.

THE END

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