Confessions of a West Palm Slut Chapter 5
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Sunfest had arrived.
Every year, West Palm held a music and arts festival which attracted a ton of people. While music played throughout the week, the best concerts were Thursday through Sunday. I typically had to work those four days but had been granted off Thursday at my request.
The unfortunate part of working in the service industry is that nearly all of your friends end up being from the service industry. After calling around, I was unable to find anyone who was free to go to the Nelly concert that Thursday night. When I woke up that morning I decided I’d just go myself.
I looked through my wardrobe, but I couldn’t make up my mind on what to wear. I was debating just crawling into bed and catching up on some sleep. After much deliberation, I called my best friend Courtney.
“It’s Sunfest. You can never go wrong with a tank top,” she advised.
Jeans and a tank top it was.
I laid around lazily most of the day, unmotivated to do much of anything except eat and lounge around in my pajamas. Eventually, I pulled myself together and hopped in the shower. As I shampooed my hair, my thoughts drifted back to four days ago when Courtney had joined me in this same shower and we shared our first kiss. I hadn’t seen her since but decided I would stop by her work before heading to the concert.
I finished my shower and threw on a black thong. I admired my 5’6” frame in the mirror. I had been working out a lot lately, sans trainer, and results were starting to really show. My stomach had tightened up and I was starting to see muscles in my legs. My 36C breast remained unchanged - thank goodness.
I wiggled myself into some tight jeans and a blank tank top. After blow-drying my platinum blond hair, I set out to visit Court.
I arrived at her bar and it was packed! I waded slowly through the crowd and up to the bar where she was.
“Kel!” Court yelled. “You big slut! I’ve missed you!”
I missed her too. More than she knew.
“Shawn, get up and let Kelly have your seat.”
Courtney’s ex, Shawn, stood up and let me sit on the barstool he had been occupying. He was handsome and sweet. Definitely not the type who would like someone like me. I seemed to only attract assholes - but to be honest, most men in West Palm were assholes and the guy-to-girl ratio in their favor let them get away with it.
I took a few shots and drank a few beers - chatting with Shawn about life and Court and a variety of other things. He was there by himself as well despite most of the police force working that day.
“Hey, why don’t you two go to the concert together,” Court yelled.
It was too loud to argue back and she had walked away anyway. I looked at Shawn.
“I’m game if you’re game,” I said, faking some confidence.
“I think I’m going to stay here,” he returned.
I gave him a nod and then grabbed Court’s attention to say goodbye.
“He’s not going with you?!” she said in response to my telling her I was leaving... alone. “Hold on.”
Court motioned Shawn over and whispered into his ear.
“Shawn will be happy to escort you to the concert,” Courtney said, although from the look on Shawn’s face I wasn’t sure it was true.
He grabbed my hand and began to lead me through the crowd. I glanced back and looked at Court who gave me a wink and then laughed.
Shawn and I walked a short distance to the concert which had already begun. The shots were hitting me just right and I was more than buzzed. I danced to the music, letting my body move to the rhythm while my hands waved in the air. Shawn just watched, seemingly protective. I tried to pull him over to dance with me, but he declined. Frustrated, I whispered to him I was using the restroom and would be back shortly.
After using the restroom, I returned to the spot we had previously been but Shawn was nowhere to be found. I walked around a bit but was unable to find him. He had left me here, all alone. “Fuck it,” I thought to myself, “I’ll have fun anyway.”
As fate would have it my favorite song came on. I was that drunk dancing girl and I loved it. My body shaking, my hands in the air... and then rubbing down my body. I closed my eyes and let the music take me away.
I felt Shawn rubbing up against me. He had apparently decided to re-join me. His body pressed against my back, his pelvis pushing into my ass. I turned around to see where he had been... except it wasn’t Shawn. Instead, my eyes rested on the dark chocolate skin of my unknown dance partner. He had a freshly shaved head, chestnut eyes, and stood about four inches taller than me. His white wife-beater showed off a physique that screamed either athlete or gym rat. Either way, he had the body of a god.
He shot me a smile, which I returned before turning back around to continue my dance performance. As my hands waved in the air, his hands rubbed along the sides of my body. I noticed him trying to feel some side boob but it wasn’t blatant enough for me to stop him. Besides, his hands were HUGE - they almost had no choice but to extend that far while running along my sides.
We danced for a while until I decided I had enough. I stepped away, smiled at him, and then left. I was drunk and it was time to head home after one more potty break.
I exited the port-a-pot and began my walk home.
“Hey, baby-girl! Where you off to?”
I turned around and saw my dance partner.
“I never introduced myself. I’m Duke.”
“Hi. I’m Kelly. Nice to meet you. I had fun. Maybe we’ll see each other again sometime,” I said unconvincingly, eager to head home.
“A few of my boys are having a party at their hotel room. You down?”
“No thank you.”
“Well then, let me buy you a drink before I head back there. You owe me that much for the dance,” he cockily shot back.
I was offended. I was the once dancing. He just spent the concert grinding up against me.
“Sure, just one.”
We walked to a lounge nearby. It wasn’t my type of spot. It had loud hip-hop music and it was dark inside. We stood at one corner of the bar, his muscular body shielding the patrons away from us. One drink became three and a shot.
I decided it was time to go - despite his objections.
“Let me pay for your cab at least,” he offered.
“I’m walking,” I shot back as I walked out of the lounge.
“Well then, let me walk you home.”
After declining his offer three times I finally relented. This man was persistent. We talked on the walk home, getting to know each other - a step most women take prior to letting a man rub up against them. He was from Atlanta and had come down to West Palm for a few days to attend Sunfest. He was thirty years old and worked as a personal trainer. I was not surprised.
We arrived at my apartment and I turned to say goodnight. As I did he leaned in and kissed me. His big lips softly yet firmly devouring mine. It was a sexy, experienced kiss that made me even warier of him.
I pushed away, ending the kiss, and said good night.
“You aren’t going to invite me up?”
“No, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“I think it’s a great idea. The night is still young and we’re both still sober.”
I was glad I had hidden my drunkenness from him. He gave me another kiss and then a sly smile.
“Okay,” I muttered. “Come up for a drink.”
I opened the door to my apartment went to the kitchen. I poured myself a glass of wine, took a swig of it, refilled it, and grabbed him a beer.
I nervously finished my wine and poured another. Although you wouldn’t know it from my antics so far in West Palm, I was nervous around people I didn’t know well and alcohol was my crutch. Duke slid over next to me on the sofa and took the glass from me as finished my first gulp.
“We don’t need any more of that,” he said and placed it on the table.
He kissed me again, more firm this time, and his large black hands found their way inside my tank top. It felt like he could grab and molest my whole tit. He reached down and pulled the bottom of my tank top over my head. His two hands massaged my breasts while we kissed. I reached down and began to unbutton his pants.
“Not here, baby girl.”
I stood up, topless, and grabbed his hand. I led him to the bedroom and he immediately sat on my bed. I walked over to him. His large hands reaching around my back and pulling me into him. His mouth found my left tit, then right. I pushed his mouth away and reached down, pulling off his wife-beater.
His chest was ripped and he had just enough of a six-pack to show he was serious about his body. I instinctively rubbed my hands across his chest, admiring his pecs. He stood up and I kissed him while unbuttoning his pants. I knelt down, my face at waist level, and pulled his pants off. A beautiful black cock greeted me. I had never seen one in real life before. It wasn’t huge, only about seven inches long, but it was thicker than any dick I had seen. It was cartoonishly thick. The first five or so inches were dark black - darker than the rest of the skin on his body. The rest of his dick was a lighter tan, which included the head. His balls were tucked right up against his body.
I licked the head, licking and sucking only the head for a while as I was hesitant to try and fit his wideness in my mouth. I looked up at him, the head of his dick in my mouth, wondering what my next move was. I decided to go for it.
His dick stretched my mouth to the point it was hard to suck him properly. His dick was just too thick. This was the first time a blow job actually seemed like a job. I sucked him for a minute and then pulled him out of my mouth, licking his balls to give my jaw a rest. His skin and dick had a different smell than that of the white men I had been with. I found myself liking it.
He pulled me up to my feet and placed his large hands under my arms. He easily lifted me up off the floor and laid me on my back on the bed. He undid my jeans and pulled them off. I laid there in my thong, worried that his thick cock wouldn’t fit in me. He had positioned me so that my legs were against his chest, my waist slightly off the edge of the bed. He pulled my thong to the side and pressed his hardness against my pussy. I looked down, slightly scared of being penetrated, though I found the contrast of skin color was such a turn on.
I braced myself as he pushed himself inside me. His black skin disappeared half-inch by half-inch inside my white and pink vagina. My vagina had become wet and open and he had fully entered me much faster than I thought he would be able to. It seemed my pussy was assimilating to West Palm life. I wasn’t sure I should be proud of that.
It still hurt quite a bit. My pussy had never had anything this thick inside of it, spreading it. He pumped... and pumped... and pumped. His hands took turns spreading my legs wide, pulling them together, pushing them back toward my chest. His large fingers reached down and played simultaneously with my clitoris. The first orgasm came and hit me hard. My body shuddered and I pushed his cock out of me.
Duke joined me on the bed, laying his body parallel with mine. He reached down and pulled my thong down and then off, before returning to his laying position. His big black fingers slid down my stomach, over my mound, tracing my labia, and inserting themselves inside of me. He made circular motions with his fingers and I could feel how open his dick had already left me.
He rolled over onto his back and pulled me on top of him. I straddled him, grabbing his thick cock and reintroducing it to my now stretched hole. I slowly lowered myself onto him until my pussy had devoured his entire length and girth. I rocked my hips back and forth keeping him fully inside me. My hands rubbed my breasts while I glanced down at him, his hands behind his head enjoying the show.
My riding became more aggressive. I was a cowgirl riding her stallion. I was bouncing hard on top of him as he laid there, unbothered by my weight crashing down on him repeatedly.
I hopped off of him and got on all fours. He had different ideas though. He stood up and pulled me to my feet as well. He turned me around and bent me over. My tits hung and waved as I was now bent forward ninety degrees. My hands reached out, barely able to land on the mattress for stability.
He slipped his dick in me once again, this time showing no mercy. His hands grabbed my waist as he pounded me powerfully. I was moaning so loud at this point that there was no doubt the neighbors knew exactly what was going down. His hands spread my ass but he made no effort to move his dick there, nor would I have let him. My boobs were swaying so uncontrollably that I felt they may fly off my chest.
Eventually, his power was too much and his thrusts pushed me, with him still inside, to the bed. My top half collapsed on the mattress while he continued to thoroughly fuck my white pussy. My legs were barely touching the ground as I came again.
A short bit later I felt his dick pulse inside of me. It throbbed over and over and I cringed at the thought of all of that cum dripping out of me. As he pulled out I could feel a steady stream of cum gushing out of me. I stood up and felt even more cum drip out of my understandably loose vagina as I ran into the bathroom to deposit the rest of his cum in the toilet.
Now I knew what all the fuss was about. I had experienced my first black cock and it was quite an experience. “Maybe I’ll do this again sometime,” I thought to myself as I began the task of wiping all his cum off my legs.
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