Down With The Swirl (Part 1)
Down With The Swirl
by jzzr
I'd been doing office temp work at this place in the city for a few months. Finally it was my last day. I wasn't so much excited because it was a bad place, but because of the promise I'd made myself. See, I don't think it's a good idea to hit on or date girls you work with. But there was this one black girl who kept smiling at me whenever I brought the mail around, or whatever other reason I had for passing by.
Her skin was a rich deep brown with reddish undertones. She always dressed pretty casually (it was that kind of office), and her t-shirts and pants weren't obscene, but certainly tight enough to show that she had a pretty killer body. I was guessing on sight she was a DD-cup, and there was no missing her high, tight ass. But she also had quite a pretty face, and her lips broke wide into a lovely smile when she saw me coming.
"It's been so great having you here," she smiled and looked sad at the same time on my last day. "Why do you have to go?" I shrugged, "Temp agency wants to send me somewhere else. The other place is paying more, so it works out better for them and me." She frowned a little. "It won't be as cool as this place I bet, for one reason." I said. She looked up. "What's that?"
"You won't be there." I smiled. She returned the smile, broader than before. "Maybe there's some way...I could see you outside of work?" I asked. She darted her eyes down and around the desk in excitement and embarrassment, then grabbed a business card from her tray and flipped it over to write on. "I'll be out of town this weekend, and next week's supposed to be crazy busy here. But call my cell."
The week seemed to drag as I worked at the new place. But we texted each other a lot. Just small talk at first, but they were the bright spots of the days, I could tell. It was like we were forming a secret bond, deeper than our casual flirtation. Though it wasn't a lot, I probably learned more about her in those texts than I had working with her for months. At night we talked for about an hour or so each night, just catching up on the usual background stuff about each other. This was cool, so our "date", which was Saturday night, wasn't going to be wasted with that kind of talk.
Though the week was torture waiting to see her, I was kind of adding to it. I'm a believer in pheremones, so building up sexual energy just puts them right out there. So I hadn't cum since my last day at the old job, which was just about a week. I did masturbate though, very slowly, and thinking about her each time. Her smooth skin, her soft body, her lips on my cock. I usually had to stop after that last image though, or I was in danger of losing it.
Maybe it's because I'd never been with a black girl before. It's like something about her was unknown. She's not a total stereotype or anything. But you can't help getting certain things about African physique embedded in your brain in a sexual way. The thickness, the slight athletic quality, the myths about sexual prowess, the lips. Listen, I know this may sound a little fucked up, but it's just a different world to me. Anyway, it's not like I picked some girl randomly because of her skin color; this happened totally naturally. But I'm sure it affected my excitement.
When we finally met up, her outfit did not disappoint. What her work clothes only hinted at, she put right out there. Her sleeveless top looked like it was maybe one or two pieces of cloth wrapped around her tightly in an "X" shape. It clung to her body like a second skin, describing the supple slopes of her breasts and torso. She didn't appear to be wearing a bra, but wasn't drooping much at all. Her black jeans looked like they were laced with gold, making her ass and thighs seem like they were stretching her seams, but in a good way. Her smile was bigger and brighter than ever as I opened the door to the restaurant from her.
I'd like to talk about how well we hit it off, how much we had in common, how easily the conversation flowed...but I can't. After the initial high of meeting up we were still as awkward as if we were at work. Even worse, we couldn't seem to find much in the way of mutual interests. There were lots of polite smiles and silences as we fumbled with fairly empty words. My heart sank as I started to get that "bad date" feeling. After the meal and check, we left. I offered to see her home.
"To tell you the truth, I live just down the street...but you can walk me if you'd like." I was even more down. It's like her restaurant choice was part of a quick getaway, figuring it wouldn't work out. I shrugged to myself, chalking it up to experience. When we got to her building, she said, "Can you come in for a minute? There's something I want to say." I was puzzled, but went along with it to catch more glimpses of her, figuring it was the last I'd see of her.
When we got inside her apartment, we both sat on her couch. "I just wanted to say, I did have a really nice time. But I think we both had high hopes for this, maybe too high, like everything was just going to...click or something. I guess we found out that's not the case. It's like opposites attract. But they don't really make sense together, you know?" I nodded my head.
"Except in one way..." she trailed off.
"Chemistry?" I ventured hopefully. She smiled and rolled her eyes as if swooning. "God yes. I feel crazy around you. I can't even tell you the things going through my head when you stopped by my desk all those times. Things I'd never think myself usually about anyone. But I feel I want to act on these...feelings. Even if this is all we have. I know you're a sweet guy and all, but...I mean I hope you don't think I just jump on any old guy! I just...want you, but we don't connect...but I gotta have you anyway. Does that make sense?"
"Like you're reading my mind," I said as I gave her a look of burning lust. Shortly after that, we both dove for each other's mouths. We kissed like we were starving and the only sustenance was the other's lips. It was beyond passion, it was frenzied.
She pulled away from me after a few minutes, just enough to start pulling at my clothes, trying to unbutton or yank away anything in her way. I took over, and she sat back with a wide, wet, lustful smile on her face, watching me. Meanwhile, she reached around and undid whatever secret means her top was held together by. It seemed to slide off her all at once, and i was left starting at her gorgeous, full breasts and dark brown nipples. I was enraptured by the newness of her body, its rich color and strong but supple skin. She started undoing her own jeans, but when I got my own top off she seemed distracted. She leaned forward and began kissing my neck and chest, but only to keep her lips busy while her hands were working on my jeans. I wore a pretty tight pair to make sure she got an eyeful on the date. It must have worked, because she seemed almost desperate to get them off me.
I stood up and pushed her arms away, then moved in close and kissed her deeply. She was a bit thrown off balance, which is what I wanted. I hooked my thumbs inside her waistband and pulled her jeans off her. I didn't realize it right away, but I'd also grabbed her thong. I'd ended up kneeling in front of her, face to face with a gorgeous triangular mound of soft flesh, tightly-curled pubic hair shaved into a neat, thin letter "V". I almost laughed. See, her name was Vanessa.
I kissed those big fleshy pillows while gently squeezing them, licking her smooth but slightly textured skin and pausing at times to suck on her nipples. She grabbed my head when I did this, so I took it a step further and gave them a little bite, which made her go wild. She kept grabbing and stroking the back of my neck and messing up my hair as i licked and kissed down the center of her body to that V shape. She seemed like she was torn between letting me go down on her and pulling me up to do something else. But ever since I'd seen her in her jeans at work I'd been dying to get my tongue into what made those deep creases.
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Down With The Swirl (Part 2)
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I licked and sucked like a starving man stuck in front of a plate of food. I kept changing my technique at random, I was so consumed with lust and enjoying her taste. She was flailing around, grabbing at the couch, the pillows, my shoulders, clawing at anything she could grab. She wasn't exactly silent either. I'm sure her neighbors got an earful of her moaning and crying out.
"Oh my God! Stop!" She yelled, and I was a little dazed from the intense job i'd been doing. "What's wrong?" I asked. "Nothing," she breathed shakily, almost laughing. "It's just...you made me cum three times already. I can't take any more!"
"Really? Wow, I just thought you were really enjoying yourself."
"I was...but now I'm...oh my God. That was amazing. But I want you to feel just as good as you made me feel. Tell me what you want."
The first thing that came to mind was being able to see my white cum all over her black skin, especially her face and tits. But I didn't think I should bring that up just yet, so I hesitated.
"Uh oh, that bad huh?" She said nervously. "Let me guess...you want to fuck my ass."
I couldn't help but laugh this time. "Ah, no. I don't do anal on the first date. Actually not on any date."
She looked relieved but a little puzzled. "But you do want me from behind right? I mean, all guys want that, especially from me." She slid a hand up her creamy brown thigh to her ass, which she cocked sideways.
"Damn, that does look good. But you want me to be honest, that's not what I was thinking just then." She looked a bit like she was losing patience. "OK, I hope this doesn't sound too weird but...I think you're beautiful and I, ah...I want to cum all over you."
"Really? That's it?" She asked. "So that's not a problem?" I asked. "Hell no, that's old school stuff. Pull out and cum on my ass, that's hot." I stiffened as I heard her talk dirty.
"Um, yeah but what about on your face?"
She stared for a few seconds. "Damn, that's a new one on me."
"Seriously, you've never heard of that?" I said. "Well, yeah I guess, but not the way you put it. You make it sound kinda sweet...and hot. And no one's ever asked me before. Like I said, most guys are all about my ass."
"Then they're missing out on the rest of your beauty." I said, and stroked her cheek. She smiled broadly. "Sweet talker." She leaned forward and kissed me deeply. When I pulled away, she gave me an expectant look and said, "Let's see if you cum as sweet as you talk."
I stood up and was rock hard all over again from her kiss and her words. My erection pointed straight at her face, and she eyed it, licking her lips. "Mmm. You took care of me, now I get to take care of you." Her white eyes widened as they looked up at me, her mouth opening to engulf my cock. She kept moving forward until half my hardon was suspended in her mouth, untouched. Then she softly closed her lips on my shaft, and i felt her warm tongue pulsating underneath it. She pulled back slowly, but with a strong suction that felt smooth as silk. She let the head pop out of her mouth before opening wide and repeating the motion. Gradually she began to drool a bit as she reached the tip, and she started sucking the saliva back up. It was the most sensual blowjob I'd ever had.
Her hands had been caressing my stomach, upper thighs, and sometimes grabbing my butt to pull me in her mouth more. Sometimes she gave it a squeeze while she was at it. But as she began to suck faster, her left hand started to stroke and pull at the base of my cock, almost as though she were milking it. Then she slid the other hand underneath my balls and massaged the bump behind them while giving them a very gentle squeeze.
"Holy shit, I'm gonna cum soon if you keep doing that!" She stopped sucking but kept her hands moving. "I thought that was the idea," she grinned. "Yeah but I don't want to get it in your eye or the floor. Let me do the last few strokes, OK?"
"Deal," she said as she leaned back on her hands abruptly, sticking her chest out. Her tits gave a little bounce and wobble as she did this. If that didn't set me off enough, she started talking dirty. "Come on, you gonna shoot that sweet cream on me?"
"Fuck!" I hissed between clenched teeth as I gripped my rock-hard cock and jerked it at her. Everything was finally getting to me. The fantasizing, the masturbating without cumming, the week since I last came, her gorgeous body and face, and now her actually asking for what I wanted to give her so badly for months. I couldn't hold back if I tried, although I did try in order to control it a little. I was determined to see every drop of my cum on her skin.
I felt the first blast of cum force its way up my shaft as I gripped it and clenched my muscles. Despite these efforts it still rocketed out and hit her forehead above her right eyebrow with a splat. She jolted a bit in surprise as my second shot was already on its way, landing on the bridge of her nose. The next spurt was bigger and thicker than the first two and jumped over her nose onto her left cheek, collecting in a thick puddle as it fell. I pulled back a little just in time for my fourth shot to decorate her left upper lip and the side of her nose. I kept jerking my cock slowly as I felt my orgasm rush through me, intensified by the incredible sight. More cum pumped out onto her lovely lips, and she parted them causing two thick strings to stretch across her slightly open mouth. I moved my cock up as another lump flew out and landed on her left cheek, then another dollop connecting back to her nostril. My last few convulsions squeezed out gooey whiteness onto her chin.
After her initial jolt, she'd barely moved her head. From the look on her cum-covered face I could se it was because she was in a bit of shock. "Oh," she said pointedly, "my god. What did you do to me?" I surveyed the damage. She looked stunning, with ropes and pools of nearly solid white cum standing out all over her dark skin. It wasn't even moving, except the slightly thinner cum on her chin starting to make its way down her neck. The contrast and the thickness made it look like someone had squirted elmer's glue on parts of her face. Fortunately my attempts at control meant none got in her eyes, which snapped open when she realized this. "You look incredible," I breathed. "Are you okay?"
She paused for a minute, then grinned through her cum-mask and laughed out loud. "That was amazing! Oh my god, I've never felt anything like that! There must be so much cum on me! I've never felt this much when guys have pulled out on my ass. Maybe they shot farther, up my back and all, but...damn!" She stretched out that last word. "Wait, where's my purse?" I found it for her on the other side of the couch and handed it to her. She pulled out a little makeup mirror, the cum still stuck to her face, some of it starting to jiggle slightly as it began to liquefy. She popped it open and looking in it, let out a squeal. "Ohhhh my god, there is so. Much. Cum. On my face. You must have been pretty damn turned on."
"Well I've been dreaming about this for awhile." I smiled at her, glad she ended up being cool with the experience. "So was it everything you'd hoped for?" She asked, cocking her head to the side to look up at me. That motion caused the cum to shake a little off her chin. "I couldn't hope for anything this good. You're even sitting there with it still on you and talking to me. That's such a turn-on too."
She looked at my still-raging hardon. "I can see that. So let me get this straight. You like seeing cum on a girl's face. But you just came on my face. Now what?" "I'm not sure..." I trailed off. "But you are more turned on now you see this cum on my face?" "Hell yeah, you're fucking beautiful and the cum is like icing on the cake, excuse the expression. So fucking hot."
"You got any more in there?" My cock instantly stiffened back up again. "Maybe. It did kind of feel like I didn't get all of it out." I was talking calmly but inside I was going nuts. This girl had never had a facial before, I'd just given here a giant load, and she was sitting there talking to me still wearing it and asking for more. "Then I think you better get it out of there. You want to fuck me now?"
I didn't have to wait for a second. I grabbed my cock, knelt down and guided it into her warm wet pussy. Good thing for me, we'd talked about her being on the pill and our mutual STD-free status. This was no slut, but a girl who was really open to sex when the time was right. And the time was clearly right, since her pussy was warm and wet as her drooling mouth had been. I looked at her face, still covered in my cum and couldn't control myself. I was so turned on I started pumping her faster and faster in no time at all. She reached a hand to her clit as I pounded into her and started circling it with her fingers. Soon she was rearing her dripping, cummy face back in ecstasy and yelling out "Oh godddd!" That was enough to set me off a second time, as I felt the rest of my last load shifting around in my balls. "I'm gonna cum too!" I said, and as I reached down to pull out, she breathed "On my face! I want more on my face!"
My cock left her pussy with a loud squelching sound as I pulled back, and she slid forward and down off the couch so I was right over her head again. I leaned forward and aimed my cock downwards just in time for four hot white spurts to shoot onto her forehead. The new cum mingled with the old, creating layers of different textured cum. Her face was truly a mess now, but still lovely.
"See, I knew you had more," She smiled, as I collapsed next to her. We lay there propped up against the couch in each other's arms, the cum making its way down her face and onto her big brown tits in swirls of white.
