Michael has a beautiful cock and I was all over it, sliding my tight brown lips up and down the long white shaft while he stroked my hair, keeping it out of my face so he could see my eyes. I was moaning softly and making loud wet sucking sounds, slurping and swallowing all his precum and I knew the others could hear us, even see us, since we were all watching a movie in that little living room. I didn't care though, that was part of the fun for me, knowing those friends of his were watching Michael's brand new girlfriend, a black girl, sucking him off.
Michael liked it too, I think, well he must have since he wasn't shy about it and his thick cock was rock hard under my small black hands. I could hear some faint whispers and giggles from the girls, a couple white girls I didn't know at all, sitting with their boyfriends and I wondered if they'd go down too, but probably not. I was the only slut in that room, a fact that Michael liked to remind us of.
"Suck it, Kylie. God, you're such a slut," he laughed softly.
"Mmphh..." I shrugged and worked my tongue around the swollen head, getting off on his voice. I have a very real thing for dirty talk during sex. A thing for humiliation, you might say. I like it a lot.
I pulled his heavy balls out of his trousers gently, running my mouth down the shaft with a long wet sucking kiss until I could muzzle his hairy scrotum and take his nuts into my mouth one at a time. I was jerking his cock off against my pretty, heart shaped face while I washed them. Michael's prick was leaking all over my high cheeks and narrow upturned nose, the wetness of his precum and my saliva spreading like a warm stain over my hot skin.
"Yeah, suck my balls too, you little whore." He pulled my face against him. "Get them all warmed up with your nigger mouth."
"Oh!" I heard one of the girls gasp and then laugh at the word.
"She likes it," one of the guys was saying, "Don't worry about it."
"Why don't you give me some of that?" I heard another guy saying, talking to his girlfriend.
"Yeah right!" She laughed sarcastically. "Do I look black to you?"
"Get back on my dick, Kylie," Michael was urging me, "Let me cum in your mouth."
"That's so gross," a girl said and Michael laughed.
"Ummphh ... Mmphhh..." I just made happy muffled sounds, really working his cock hard now, bobbing my head up and down as Michael lifted his hips, holding my face tight so he could just fuck me. He was close, ready to cum and I wanted it. I was hot and needing to taste his creamy orgasm filling my mouth, warming my tummy.
He pushed my body back and down, not removing his cock from my mouth, but just moving us together so that I was on my back, leaning against the padded arm of the sofa with my hips turned, my feet on the floor and Michael over me, pushing his cock between my lips as I looked up at him. He loved fucking my mouth and I didn't mind it, being used by a white boy, that tripped my trigger hard. Especially in front of an audience and I wasn't doing anything but accepting it gratefully.
"Oh fuck, Kylie ... Eat it, whore. Eat my cum, you cocksucking bitch..." Michael pushed his cock into my mouth hard, making me gag and cough even as his cock erupted violently over my wriggling tongue, the head very nearly jammed into my throat.
He was cumming quickly, shooting a lot of sperm way too fast and I was choking, spilling it around my wide stretched lips as I worked to control the gagging, coughing spasms his cockhead brought me as it was lodged in the back of my mouth. Hot thick sperm ran over my black skin and I was pushing at the man until he pulled his cock out, jerking himself off now and painting my face with his semen. It was messy, deliberately crude and obscene, and I knew he was showing off for his friends. He was like that and he knew I didn't mind, having a guy cum all over my face while people watched. It covered me in long whitish streak and sticky pools and drops and once I caught my breath I let him back into my mouth, sucking hard and swallowing finally as he fucked his prick between my lips slowly.
"Now you look like a real slut, Kylie," Michael said, pulling himself away, breathing hard and smiling.
He looked so cute when he was happy like that, pink faced with his blue eyes shining. His blonde hair was dark and matted with sweat. I'd sucked him good and we both knew it. I adored giving head, it was my thing, one of many, and I looked around seeing those two white girls staring at me with mixed looks of shock and embarrassment. They'd never dream of doing what I'd just done and I seriously doubted anyone had ever cum on their faces. The guys were all smiles, rubbing their bulges and doubtless wishing they had a slutty girlfriend like me, at least for the moment. Very few guys can really handle a full-time slut, believe me.
I wasn't a full-time slut anyway, not really. I'm nineteen and in college and sex is a great adventure, that's all. Finding out how much I liked things like that, being watched, being mouth fucked by a white guy in front of four total strangers, what can I say? I found myself liking it a lot, but most of the time, I wasn't a slut at all. I was just me, going to college, being the good girl, the good daughter and student. This stuff, this sex, was just once in awhile. Just when I could get away with it.
"Let's go to the bedroom..." Michael was saying, rubbing my pussy with his hand under my skirt, playing with my panties and I was hot like the sun down there, wet and trembling inside.
"Michael..." I sighed, licking my lips and tasting cum.
"I want to fuck you so bad. Don't clean your face..." he shook his head as I was scooping sperm off my cheeks with my fingers, " ... You're sexy as hell all painted up like that."
"Stop," I said, reaching for his arm and pulling his hand away from my steaming sex.
"Kylie, we've been together a month. Come on." Michael was desperate to fuck me and having this conversation in front of his friends was weird.
"I told you, I'm not going to do it until I get married," I said seriously.
"Why?" Michael laughed. "Come on! I'll make it good for you. The first time is always the best."
"You're a virgin?" One of the girls stared at me and I smiled at her.
"Shit," her boyfriend grinned.
"Oral contraceptive, huh?" the other girl giggled.
"I know you want it. All you black girls just want to fuck," Michael said, ignoring them.
"What?" I laughed. "All black girls want sex? Yeah right."
"I'm serious! That's why I date black chicks. They all fuck on the first date." Michael grinned at his buddies and then looked back at me.
"No, they don't," I said, feeling sperm running down my neck and I wiped at it with my fingers. "I didn't."
"You're just a tease, that's all. You're dying to give it up," Michael said and he was still rubbing my cunt, but through my skirt now, and it still felt good, enough so I was lifting my hips against his fingers.
"All black girls are sluts, huh?" one of the guys asked, watching me lick the cum from my hand.
"Fuck yeah," Michael agreed. "There isn't a black woman in the world that won't bend over in ten minutes. At the most!"
"What?" I gasped and giggled. "You're so full of it!"
"What?" He stared down at me. "You were sucking my cock before you even knew my name, admit it."
"Yeah ... Well ... I wasn't bending over," I said reluctantly.
"Same thing," Michael said and looked at his friends. "Right? A girl that will go down on you that quick? It was like I said hello and Kylie said, shluuurrp!"
They were all laughing and I was wiping that cum up before it dried on my face, licking my fingers clean.
"Yeah, I heard that about black girls," one of the white girls said and she was full of crap too.
"All black girls are not sluts," I said definitively.
"Yeah right!" the other girl giggled. "No wonder you niggers have like ten kids."
"What?" I stared at her and I thought maybe it was time to bring some affirmative action to her racist ass. Being called nigger by my boyfriend during sex was one thing, it was a whole other word then, but hearing a white girl say it to my face? She didn't know me.
"Whoa..." Michael pushed me back down gently. "She's a fucking idiot, Kylie. Don't worry about her."
"What?" The girl stared at Michael indignantly and then looked at her boyfriend, but he wasn't going to defend her. "I thought she liked it?"
"My mom has two kids, all right? Not ten." I stared at the girl and then looked at Michael. "And my mom is not a slut. You think all black women are whores? My mom isn't, believe me. She wouldn't bend over for anyone, not even my dad."
That seemed like a strange thing to be saying, even as the words left my lips, but it was true and of all the black women I knew, my mom was the most conservative. If it weren't for me and my sister, I'd have a hard time believing my mom even had sex, although she was certainly attractive enough for it. My dad was hot for her body, I knew that, and more than a little frustrated because my mom's sex drive, so far as I could tell, was nonexistent. Not that I paid a lot of attention, but I was old enough to understand the little looks and frowns my dad would give her in the mornings sometimes. He wanted it and my mom hadn't given it to him. Mostly I really tried not to think about that. I mean, they're my parents, you know?
"Oh yeah?" Michael grinned at me.
"What?" I laughed at him, forgetting the girl. "You have no idea what my mom is like."
"She's black, right?" Michael asked and I nodded.
"A hundred and ten percent," I agreed.
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