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Chez Amore.

The name shined in framed cursive lights over the new small restaurant in the Business District of San Francisco. A small walkway of lights led right up to the doorway. Inside had a sleek modern look with round booth tables, low dim lighting and a black, white and red aesthetic. It was a Friday evening around 7:30 pm. Usually, the restaurant would be packed with businessmen and women but thanks to the extreme cold weather this evening, the restaurant was mostly empty.

The only people in the restaurant were a couple sitting by the bar and a man sliding into a smaller round booth near the back. The hostess placed down the menus and hung up the man’s jacket on the rack attached to the booth.

The hostess was a thin woman with long dirty blonde hair that reached down to the middle of her back. Her lips were glossed in a light pink colour that accentuated the plumpness of her lips, while her greenish-blue eyes and long black lashes made her face hard to look away from.

Her white button-down cupped her C-cup tits nicely, with one button undone to show a slight amount of cleavage. The black pencil skirt that it was tucked into framed her slender hourglass figure in a delicious way. Her long legs were also shown off by the skirt and heels, which looked quite nice. Before the waitress left, she placed a sliver of paper down onto the table in front of him.

The man looked up at her curiously and, as they shared a glance, a wicked smile crossed her face. Biting the bottom of her lip, she let her eyes travel down his body.

“Your waitress should be here shortly.” Her body leaned over the table, her perky C-cup tits hung down in their push-up bra and dangled on display for his eyes. The man sent a flirtatious smile back at her and, with that, she stood back up and sashayed away. Her hips swaying side to side and her firm shapely ass that made watching her walk away very enticing.

Bringing his attention back to the table, he picked up the paper. He opened it and chuckled to himself as he saw her cell phone number along with her name written in cursive. Cameron. She was gorgeous. Someone that could easily be on Victoria’s Secret catwalk and had the ass of a trained dancer but sadly...not his type.

"So, what can I get you?" A woman’s voice rang out smoothly. From the corner of his eye, he noticed the notepad and pencil in her pink, sparkly and freshly manicured fingertips.

He shifted his gaze up from her hands and glanced over her entire body. She wore a white, short-sleeve button-up. It showed off her deep cleavage. Her large breasts were pressed firmly together over the two unfastened buttons at the top as if they were gasping for air. Clearly, she was sitting around an E-cup minimum.

Her long black lashes and slight-winged liner complemented her deep chocolate brown skin. She glistened under the dimly lit fluorescent light, an after-effect of the golden highlight on her cheek, the slight outline of sweat and glittered cleavage. When she flashed a smile, her pearly white teeth were captivating and those lips... were painted in a Rouge Matte lipstick. It outlined those plum and succulent lips to perfection.

Her hair was pulled into a high ponytail. Her tight ringlets puffed at the top and drew her look together. Derrick sat at the table, his cock twitching with every second he stared at her. Everything seemed to be in slow motion. The way she moved. The way she spoke. Subconsciously, his left hand already had made it to under the table, taking a hold of his cock.

"For now... just a water. I'm waiting for someone."

"Coming right up." She smiled. "By the way, my name is Jhené and I'll be your server for the night."

Turning on her heels, she headed towards the kitchen. Derrick’s eyes glued to her as he watched her walk away.

Her white shirt was tucked into a high-waisted, black pencil skirt that hugged her curves. Her legs were thick and were showcased extremely well by her black, platform ankle-heels.

And that ass...

The curvature. The size. It was big but not overwhelming. It looked soft enough to nap on but if it were smacked, it would make the perfect sound. He just wanted to know what it felt like. To press his bare cock against it in bed on a Sunday morning. He was solid as a rock from this point on. Throbbing under the table, he thought about Jhené and everything he wanted to do to her.

That’s more like it.

He thought, entranced by the waitress.

As Jhené came back from the kitchen with the water, she looked over at Derrick, who was staring down at his phone. On her way to him, she let her eyes wander.

He was a handsome man with mysterious dark brown eyes and a golden-brown complexion. His chiselled jawline showed strength and definition. He smiled down at his phone and it nearly blew her away. A smile that was beautiful and bright but there was a twinge of danger. A powerful alluring factor that began to dampen her panties as she got closer.

The jacket for his suit was off and hung over the side of the round booth, allowing for the exposure of his navy blue button-up dress shirt. The tight dress shirt perfectly showcased his gold cufflinks and muscular, athletic build. His dark brown hair was shaved short and he wore rectangular framed glasses. But those sat on the table instead of on his face.

His posture was relaxed as he sat back, with one arm over the backrest and the other holding his phone. He seemed powerful, hot and actually quite familiar.

“Here you go. One glass of water,” she said as she placed the cup down in front of him. He gazed up at her once again and he shot her with an easy, devilish half-smile.

“Thank you, Jhené.” Placing his phone down, he took up the cup and sipped on the water. His eyes pinned hers, not letting her look away. “Mmmm... that hit the spot.” Placing the cup down, he picked up his menu.

“Do you know what you would like to order?” She asked.

“Yes.” He quickly glanced at her hungrily before biting his bottom lip and looking back to his menu. “However, I'm still waiting for someone and I don't want to order without them. It would be rude.”

“Fair enough.” She sighed. The gaze she felt over her, shook her to her core.

And… her panties were soaked.

She was beginning to become more than just hot and bothered.

“Well, if you need anything. Just let me know-”

“Actually, Jhené. Would you mind sitting here and keeping me company for a bit? You see, my partner is running late, and seeing that this place is empty, I assume you might be a little bored right about now.”

Taking a look around, Jhené contemplated the offer. The only other people in there, besides them, were the hostess who was on her phone and the couple that were viciously making out with each other. Seeing that he was right, she conceded to his offer and smiled.

“Sure. Why not?” She headed to the other side of the booth.

“Why so far away?” He teased. “Come over here, I don’t bite.”

Derrick’s voice was smooth and intentionally hid a layer of playful seduction. As Jhené slid towards Derrick in the booth, Derrick moved closer as well. Enough to be comfortable but still far enough that she had to come to him.

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” she said, covering her mouth. “I haven’t even gotten your name.”

“It’s cool.” His arm went over the armrest behind her back. “Derrick. Derrick Williams.”

“Oh shit!” She yelped before covering her mouth again. “Sorry… it’s just I knew you looked familiar, but I didn’t know. You’re like Derrick Williams. Like The Derrick Williams.”

Taking a deep breath, she collected herself and continued.

“You’re on the 30 under 30 list.”

“Yeah. That’s me.” Dropping his hand from the armrest, his arm curled around her waist. He felt his cock throbbing in his pants again, intensely. He was so close to this beautiful woman and, though he could have anyone he wanted, he wanted her.

His dominant power overwhelmed her and now that she knew who he was, she couldn’t keep her eyes off of him.

“So what brings you here?”

“Business. But you know, my partner’s not here

“Ooh, interesting. I’m actually in school for Business Management. It’s my last year,” she said with a smile. “Dean’s list. Three years in a row.”

“Nice.” He smirked. “Let me know when you graduate and maybe I can help you with a job...”

“Seriously?” Jhené nearly jumped out of her seat and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Thank you!” Her tits pressed against his side as his hand pulled her waist closer to him. As their eyes met, their lips were only centimetres away from each other. Noticing what was happening, she took her arm from around her neck and drew an unsettled, horny breath.

“I-I-I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright.” He smiled. Taking a moment to glance over her again, he sighed and brought his lips close to her ear. “I’m gonna be very honest with you. You’re fine as hell. And I would love to fuck the shit out of you… right now.”

Her eyes opened wide as she looked at him again. She could not believe he had just said that to her. So bold and upfront. The idea he wanted to fuck her...turned her on immensely.

“I'm still working… we can't.”

“Fair enough,” Derrick said as he moved his hand from her waist. Sliding a little closer, he took his hand and ran it down her leg. “Might not be able to do that but we could do a little of something else.”

“What could we-” She moaned softly as she laid her head back onto the headrest. Derrick's fingers stroked against her clit before inching his way into her already soaked pussy.

“Someone was waiting for this,” he whispered into her ear playfully. His fingers began working their way in and out of her pussy. The deeper and deeper he went, the more moans escaped her. She tried her best to make no noise but she had to grip the table to keep the moans from pouring out of her.

Derrick's lips found their way to her neck, grazing against it. Her nipples began to harden as she shifted her hips side to side on his fingers and into the seat cushions. Bringing his free hand around, he held the crick of her neck and bit down on her neck harder. Meanwhile, his other hand finger-fucked her until she couldn't hold back anymore. She let out a moan that tore through the silence, louder than any before. So much that it actually got Cameron to glance up from her phone and look around.

Her body jolted as she gripped the table and came onto his fingers. Her pussy contracted and he kept on fingering her through her orgasm until she was left breathless. Laying her head back, Derrick pulled his fingers out of her sopping wet pussy and licked them while Jhené sat there exhausted with her eyes slinking over him.

“You taste delicious,” he said with a devious smirk. “I wonder what more we can get done back here.”

“I’m wondering about that too.” The two of them looked up at the statuesque dark-skinned black man in a navy blue suit. He stood at 5'11" and had a brilliant smile that was framed by a short but full beard that suited his chiselled jawline. He was slightly bulkier than his partner, with a more muscular body.

“The prodigal partner has returned,” Derrick joked as he gave Miles a handshake.

“Oh my God.” Jhené snapped out of it, pulling her skirt down and sliding out of the booth and standing up to straighten herself out. “I am so sorry.”

“It's no problem, mi amour. Je suis Miles Parker.” Taking Jhené's hand in his, he brought it up to his lips and kissed it. “Et tu?”

“Oh… ah… I don't speak French,” she fumbled nervously. “But...uh, my name is Jhené.”

“Nice to meet you,” he said with a wicked smile, showing off his pearly white teeth.

“Nice to meet you too,” she said as she tried to keep calm. “You two might want to get food so um… I'll be back when you know what you want.”

“I know what I want.” Derrick raised his eyebrows and gestured to her to return to the seat next to him as Miles slid into the booth “But if you must talk about food, give us a minute.”

“N-n-no problem, take your time.” Taking a deep breath, she centred herself. “I’ll be back.” With a wink, she turned on her heels and sauntered away towards Cameron, the hostess at her station.

“That right there is a fine piece of ass,” Miles said as he watched her sway away.

“I know, right,” he chuckled as he eyed her from over the booth. “By the way, you might have more use for this than me.” Derrick slid the piece of paper he got earlier over to Miles. Miles took up the piece of paper and opened it up to see the number and name.

“Cameron, huh?”

“The hostess that you passed on your way in here.”

“Mmm... gotchya. The white girl with perky tits and the very smackable ass.” Miles looked back over and watched as the two girls talked and giggled with each other. “Chocolate and vanilla. I could go for a twist cone right now.”

“I think the hostess likes herself chocolate.”

“Well, they do say dark chocolate is better for you.” Jhené quickly walked back over to the table with Cameron following behind.

“Are you two ready to order?” Jhené asked as she pulled her pen from out of her bun and flipped her notebook open.

“Yeah,” Derrick chimed. “Can I get a 4505 Burger with fries and a shake…”

“What type of shake?” Jhené asked as she jotted it down.

“Chocolate, and really thick. Just like my women.”

Jhené swallowed the lump in her throat as those words rang through her ears. Her heart began to beat faster and faster as her panties began to dampen once again.

“A-as for you?” she asked, turning to Miles, who was clearly occupied by Cameron. He was laying on extreme amounts of charm as her hand stroked his shoulder. Her eyelashes fluttered and drew the most attention to her plump, pink lips.

“Can I get a well-done steak, a baked potato and a vanilla shake?”

“Vanilla, huh?” Cameron smirked. “Is that your preference?”

“Depends on the day,” he shot back at her with a smile.

Jhené took the orders and headed to the kitchen to speak to the chef. While she was gone, Cameron decided to stay with the men to keep them company.

“Excusez-moi.” With no hesitation, Cameron slid across Miles’ lap, her ass rubbing against his half-mast cock through his slacks as she fell in between the two men.

“You know I could have gotten up,” Miles chuckled.

“Yeah, but we both know you didn’t want me to.” Derrick’s eyebrows raised as he watched the two of them flirt as he eased into the seat with his legs spread out slightly. Cameron’s eyes peeked from the corner, taking in the sight of his bulge before shifting her body towards Derrick.

“Do you want me to slide across your lap too?”

Miles' eyes met Derrick’s and he shot him a grin before easing back into his seat as well.

“No,” Derrick laughed. “But…”

“We’ve got something else in mind,” Miles finished. Both of the men unbuckled their pants, on cue as if it was rehearsed, and pulled their cocks out. Cameron looked over at both of them, gasping at their size and lengths. Miles was about seven inches and that was with only half an erection while Derrick was already at a solid eight and a half inches, standing tall and thick as a fucking Coke can. The thing looked malicious and delicious. Basically salivating at the look, her panties dampened as she stared in wonder.

“C-c-can I?”

“Go for it.”

Quickly shifting fully over, her head bent down and her ass perched up as her slender frame peeked out from under the table. She admired his giant black cock in her hands. Without another second to think, her tongue was already pressing against the slit of his dick and working its way around the head. As one hand held her up from falling off the chair, her free hand was playing with his large, heavy balls. Cum was accumulating fast and all she wanted to do was drink it.

She wanted to touch herself but her hands were too busy already. Derrick pushed her head down lower on his cock, and she took it as a suggestion to deepthroat his cock. A rough groan left Derrick’s lips as Cameron played with his cock in her mouth. She pulled her mouth off of his shaft briefly to take a breath. It was followed by a sharp and quick twinge of pain and pleasure. She tried to control herself as much as possible. She was still unable to stop a rather loud moan from escaping her.

Miles has slowly shoved his cock inside of her. Nine inches of cock. Pure. Black. Cock. She struggled to take it, tears rolling down her cheeks while her pussy ached for more. Getting familiar with his length and girth. Taking him inch by inch. Her nipples tightened and hardened as she whimpered and whined.

“Fuck…” they groaned simultaneously.

“Fuck me,” she moaned under her breath before clasping her lips around Derrick’s cock again.

Derrick looked up at Miles. Both were intrigued and curious about how far this poor white girl was going to last with being filled from both ends. Derrick secured his hands on her waist, in this awkward sideways position, while he began to thrust into her. Her pussy tightened around his cock and it encouraged him to go further. He began to thrust harder and fuck her until she choked on Derrick’s cock.

Derrick thrust his hips up and down as Cameron rode his cock with her mouth, sucking vigorously as sensations shot through her body. She felt the tingles running down her spine as she felt Derrick forcing himself down her throat while Miles rearranged her organs. Her nipples were completely hard and erect like she was standing in the middle of a snowstorm naked. Her pussy was as wet as a waterslide, expanding and ready to explode with an orgasm while the taste of Derrick’s precum made her feel warm and sensual.

Miles pulled onto her hair as he was getting ready to climax. His balls tightened under him as his cock throbbed inside her wet pussy. Her pussy hugged him tight, the wet walls gripping every inch. This encouraged him to indulge in every thrust. He fucked her senseless, his cock pounding against the walls of her pussy. He made sure that he had gotten completely inside of her, filling her to the brim before releasing his load. Thick white liquid filled her slick cunt, pouring into her as he groaned and yanked her hair harder.

His orgasm caused a domino effect because, in seconds, Cameron was orgasming as well. Her pussy throbbed and contracted as she felt him cumming inside of her. The warmth of his cum turned her on as she pressed her ass further back against his dick. She gripped Derrick’s cock and began jerking him off voraciously. Since she had cum, all she wanted was for him to blow his load into her mouth.

“Do it,” she moaned.

Derrick’s cock twitched as he felt her hands grip tightly around it while her tongue danced on the slit and head of his dick. Unable to hold it any longer, he shot spurts of thick cum straight down her throat as he grabbed onto the side of the chair and grunted.

She was quick and guzzled it like water, her mouth sucking it down like a vacuum. Derrick and Miles sat there, mildly exhausted and amazed as they watched Cameron swallow everything, cleaning Derrick meticulously with her tongue. From there, she pulled one of the napkins from off the table and put it under her before slowly pulling Miles out of her. Cum poured out of her and onto the napkin on the chair.

“Resourceful,” Derrick laughed as he put his cock back into his pants.

“Agreed,” Miles replied.

Cameron pulled her skirt down and tossed the napkin under the table before turning towards Miles.

“You’re next,” she stated flatly as she gripped Miles’ dick and licked him from the base to the tip in a circular motion, cleaning up the cum and other juices from his cock. Pulling from the head, she slowly raised herself and pulled the hem of his pants and buttoned his pants back for him.

“I guess tonight was one of those vanilla nights, huh?”

“Fuck,” he growled, his vocal tone dominant and dangerous. “You got that right."

Jhené came around with saucers in her hands. On the saucers were the orders for the two men and their drinks. Her eyes glazed over all three of them at the table, as she placed a plate down in front of Miles and Derrick.

“Thank you, beautiful,” Derrick said slyly.

“Very much appreciated,” Miles rang.

Jhené smiled at the two men before she noticed Cameron, who was now sitting in the booth by the aisle. Her eyes met Cameron’s and right away she knew.

“Seriously? Again?”

“I...umm…” Cameron stuttered as she looked away from Jhené. “Yeah.”

“Which?” Jhené asked under her breath. She watched as Cameron looked shyly at the two of them and down at the table.

Jhené’s eyes widened as she took in the realization of what Cameron had done.

“Excuse me, boys. I have to speak to my co-worker. But, call my name when you need me.”

“No problem,” Miles said with a smile.

Jhené quickly grabbed Cameron by the ear and yanked her out of the booth to the hostess stand. Furious, she spun her around and gently pushed her into the chair.

“You fucked both of them?!”

“Yes…” Cameron said with her head down.

“Jesus Christ, Cameron. I know you’re a hoe. But goddamn!”

“I know I know… I’m sorry, I-”

“Should have waited!” Jhené snapped. “You ruined the plan.”

“I know, I-”

“Hope you enjoyed your night,” the girls said in sync as the couple walked out of the restaurant, with the man's hand down the woman’s back pocket. Once the couple walked out, Jhené went back to giving Cameron her signature death stare while Cameron stood there in silence.

“Okay… But like… How was it?” Jhené mumbled as her glare eased into curiosity.

Cameron’s eyes lit up as she heard those words come out of Jhené’s mouth. As her mild shame melted away, a devious smile slowly curled onto her lips as she got ready to tell her everything from start to finish. As Cameron spoke, Jhené’s face softened up. The story began to turn her on. Almost as much as she was earlier with Derrick’s fingers massaging her clit. She bit her bottom lip as she began to get excited about what happened to her best friend just minutes ago.

“So… what’s next?” Cameron asked, “I’m sorry for fucking up the plan but now I gotta know how you plan on getting in this, cuz like I’m so ready.”

Sliding behind the hostess perch, Jhené ripped a piece of paper off of a kid’s paper menu and began to write.

“Lock up.”

“Won’t we get in trouble?” Cameron asked as she went to turn the sign around and turn the lock on the door.

“Dude, are you forgetting who owns this place?” Jhené asked. “Besides, we aren’t busy with the blizzard outside. The crowd can wait an hour or so.”

Cameron shook her head as she let that second of idiocy slip by her. Jhené and Cameron’s fathers owned the place together while their brothers and girlfriends ran the kitchen. Besides that, there was no one coming in tonight for at least another two hours for the bar anyways.

“Fair enough,” Cameron laughed. “Alright, girl, let’s go get some dick.”

“Nuh uh.” Jhené held her hand out, stopping Cameron from venturing out further. “First-”

Jhené took the black hair tie off her wrist and snatched the piece of paper she was writing on. Handing both to Cameron, she then pushed her huge boobs up and fixed them to make them look higher and more even.

“Thanks for lookin’ out.” Pulling her hair up into a high ponytail, it now sat near the middle of her back. As Jhené turned away from her to walk away, Cameron read the note and smirked. On Jhené’s heels, she smacked Jhené’s fat ass and watched it jiggle.

“Ouch,” she snapped back at Cameron. “Knock it off.”

“Maybe,” Cameron joked as she walked next to Jhené. “At least if this doesn’t work out, we’ve still got plans for later.”

She grabbed a large handful of Jhené’s ass, laughing before quickly breaking off to the bar.

“Aye!” Jhené snapped at her again.

“Twenty minutes,” Cameron snapped back.

Unleashing her curls from her ponytail, her hair fell just over the middle of her arm. Her hips swayed in a sensual rhythmic way and her tits bounced up and down ravenously. As if they were about to start popping buttons on her blouse.

“Look who’s back.” Miles smiled. “Hello there, beautiful.”

“Hello, Miles.” She smiled. Derrick watched her carefully with every motion, reading her body language. He licked his lips and savoured every second. He devoured her with his eyes, ripping her clothes off in his mind. Shoving her against the wall, fucking her raw and senseless, as she screamed his name until she lost her voice. His cock just began to throb again, fully erect and twitching as it waited to be buried between her thighs. “Do you guys want anything else?”

“Yes,” Derrick let slip.

“What can I get you then?” The words sounded like music to his ears. Her voice sounded so sultry. And just watching her lips as she spoke made him want to fuck her more.

“To go to the washroom,” he stated. The bass overpowered his voice and nearly knocked her down. Derrick then stood up and looked her directly in the eyes. His dominant presence lingered, pulling her in, hard. With no words between them, he slid out of the booth and headed to the washroom.

“Alrighty,” she said softly. “Miles, would you like anything?”

“Yeah,” he said as he eyed her over. “But I can wait. Just wave the hostess over here.”

“Gotchya.” Looking up and over at the bar where Cameron sat, drinking a martini, Jhené caught her attention from the distance and waved her over. “Well, if that’s all… If you need anything else, speak to Cameron and she’ll have you covered.”

“Or she’ll be covered...” Miles mumbled with a chuckle. Jhené tried to hold her laughter back as she walked over to the washroom, her hips still swaying, her body relaxing as she walked. She was excited, giddy even. All night she had been staring at his man, wanting him to do something as she stood in front of the men’s washroom door. She had no idea what awaited her on the other side, but fuck… she was ready.

Pushing open the door, she walked in and before she could even look, she was grabbed by the waist and slammed against the cool, tiled wall. Derrick’s dark brown eyes bored into hers, dampening her panties and hardening her nipples. His free hand was pressed against the wall by her head as the other hand tightened against her ass. It cupped her asscheek roughly.

“Oh… Hi,” she said shyly.

“I’m glad you got the hint.”

“I’m glad you left one.”

With one swift movement, Derrick spun Jhené around and pressed her tits against the wall. Her hands now spread against the tile while her back and ass faced him. Derrick’s hands ran down the sides of her body like she was being searched for narcotics by a police officer who was trying to do more than his job.

His hands grabbed the sides of her tits through her shirt and squeezed them before running his hand under them and bouncing them in his hands. As a soft moan escaped her lips, Derrick took it as his seal of approval to continue travelling down her body. His hands moved from her tits, down to the curvature of her sides, caressing her silhouette as his fingers traced down to her hips. Getting a firm hold on them, he thrust against her harshly. Her phat ass pressed against his long hard cock as her back arched, only a mere layer of fabric away from each other.

Jhené was slowly being driven crazy, wanting to drop her panties right then and there. Just so she could be impaled on his shaft. However, patience was key here... as he was preparing to fuck her. Every second counted. Derrick continued. His hands roamed to the front of her body, grabbing the top of her skirt before pulling it down in one swift movement.

Looking down, he saw it. Her ass in all of its beautiful glory. A red thong string between her ass crack and two perfectly rounded fat, fuckable cheeks sticking out right there for him. He held back the urge to pull the thong to the side and fuck her against the wall right there. His hands moved back behind her body, his palms against her thick round ass.

The skirt had outlined its unbelievably smackable shape. But without it, he nearly lost his goddamn mind.

He slid one hand up her back under her shirt while he took his other hand and rubbed her ass gently before winding up and smacking it. He watched as her asscheeks rippled. Jhené let out a light moan in response, her nipples hardening and just wanting to break free from this stupid shirt.

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath. Unable to control himself, he pulled her thong down and had her step out of it. “Spread ‘em.”

Spreading her legs apart, he looked at the work of art in front of him. The sight of her curly hair and white shirt. Her slightly arched back, hands pressed against the wall and legs spread like a cavity search. Her thick thighs and shapely legs were showcased by her heels and that ass… Derrick quickly unbuttoned his shirt, showing off his impeccable shape and a glistening six-pack. The man looked like a Greek god, for Christ’s sake, and now he was about to use the powers of one. Taking his right hand, he reached between her thighs and reached for her clit, stroking it softly. Jhené began to moan. Louder and louder as her pussy began to quiver and beg to be fucked. She wanted it so badly at this point that she was nearly desperate.

“Derrick…” she moaned. “Please…”

As she trailed off, Derrick’s fingers danced their way to her slit. Two fingers played with it in circular motions. Jhené was so horny at this point that she nearly came for the first time and she hadn’t even been actually fingered yet. Suppressing the urge to cum, Derrick took the next step, pressing his crotch against her ass and shoving his fingers deep into her pussy. She could feel his cock throbbing beneath the fabric of his pants. It ached with every movement that wasn’t inside of her.

“Please what?”

“Please, sir… fuck me.”

A devilish smile crossed Derrick’s face and, with a quick movement, he slid his pants down and grabbed the base of his cock. Stroking his long, thick, black erection, he slid his hand up to his cock and stroked the head against her slit. Her pussy was soaking wet and the lips of her pussy were ready to consume him whole. His cock was solid and excited by the touch of her slit; it was wet and wanting and so was he.

Pre-cum pouring out of his cock, Derrick was ready to fuck her until she needed a wheelchair and an oxygen tank for the week.

His hands ran down her sides, gripping her body tightly. Trailing kisses down her back. Caressing her curves and taking the time to worship her body. Derrick slowly ran his hands up her body and pulled her back against his chest. His hands wrapped around her body, groping her tits, as his lips grazed her neck.

“I want to,” he whispered into her ear. “I really want-”

Before Derrick could finish his sentence, the door to the washroom opened.

“Jhené, we gotta… Oh.” Cameron’s face stared in awe with a delicious smile on her lips as she watched her best friend being groped and held by one of the hottest men she’d ever seen in her life. Jhené looked like a total slut, considering she was mostly stripped from her work uniform and submitting to this man she just met, looking helpless and desperate with her legs spread and his hands all over her. “Can I join?”

“Cameron!” Jhené shouted. Derrick just smirked over at her as he was ready to wave her over to join them. “I’m kinda busy…?”

“I know. I’m sorry. There was a line starting outside so I opened the doors. Most people went to the bar but we got work to do. I only have three minutes to let you know.” Jhené took a deep sigh as she pulled away from Derrick with a pouty expression on her face.

“Okay,” she said, dropping her shoulders. “Head back, I’ll be around in a few minutes to pick up.” 

Cameron mouthed the word 'sorry' before rushing out of the washroom.

Turning to Derrick, she shrugged as she got ready. Derrick pulled his pants up and began to fix himself. Watching Jhené bend over to pull her skirt down, he smacked her ass and took a nice handful.

“Derrick...”

“I know, sweetie.” Jhené got herself back together and quickly got out of the bathroom. As she stepped out, Derrick grabbed her by the waist and pulled her by his side.

“I’m sorry that we couldn’t finish what we started,” brushing his cheek against her cheek and kissing it. “Give me your phone.”

“What?”

“If you give me your phone, you’ll have no choice but to find me after work.”

With a smile, she kissed him on the lips. Hard.

His hands quickly snaked around her waist and pulled her against his chest. Her tits in the white button-up pressed against his tight, well-dressed chest.

“After work?” She said as she pulled her phone out of the pocket of her skirt and handed it to him.

“After work.”

With that, he watched as Jhené walked away from him, her ass swaying side to side as her thighs moved through the crowd. She turned him on immensely. And now all he had to do was wait a few more hours, then he could have her for the rest of the night.

Chez Amore.

Where everything is on the menu.