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Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: Just_me Posted on: 31 Dec 2005 1 comments
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True Story.A Southern Whorehouse Experience.I had almost forgotten about this experience until a video reminded me of my first time with a black woman.It was about 1992. I was in the Air Force and was on one of my last TDY's (Temporary Duty) with the "line" (active) squadron before I transferred to be a teacher in the schoolhouse. We had flown out of Oklahoma to pull about 6 hours of station time before landing for the night (and the next) in South Carolina. We had enough time the first night to determine that there was a bar within walking distance of our hotel, but didn't get to party much as we had an early showtime for a 10-hour mission on Day Two.After we got down and got ourselves together the second evening, about 10 of us made our way over to the bar. There were some young troops with us who were looking for a good time. We had a lot to drink, and played some pool, but the "action" was nonexistent. Some of the younger guys did strike up conversation with one of the locals though. As the older crewdogs left, I found myself riding herd on 4 of the 'young puppies' as the senior man present.The young puppies were howling for pussy, and at some point the local they had been talking to mentioned knowing some ladies they could get lucky with -- for a price. We were all drunk as Hell, and we another early showtime in the morning. I was tired and ready to call it a night and stagger back to my room for some rest, but that darn NCO responsibility thing made me stay to keep an eye on the youngsters.I was skeptical, but the youngsters were insistent, so we all wound up piling into this guy's Suburban. He showed me his Deputy Sheriff badge, and offered to show me his weapon in the back of the truck. There was an official-looking radio set in the cab.This was not long after the Gulf War, and friendly sentiment towards the Military was prevalent. While I was a veteran of the War, the youngsters were not, but friendliness from the locals was pleasant.Our guide stopped once about 20 minutes down the road at a Huddle House restaurant to make a phone call (no cell phones back then). I grabbed a cup of coffee, and all of us took advantage of the restrooms.Finally, after a long drive, we arrived at a roadside stop not far from the interstate. Our guide took us inside and we were waved in by the doorman, who went to go wake "the girls".They weren't a particularly impressive bunch of ladies, stirred from their beds at sometime after midnight. Suddenly the young puppies enthusiasm dampened, but I was still quite drunk and felt an obligation. After all, our guide had gone to the trouble to take us here, and the ladies were roused from their beds. While the youngsters quailed and quibbled, I took the lead and grabbed the nearest girl's hand."Let's go."She was a plump black woman, probably in her mid-thirties, but she had been nice to me when we came in and had fondled my cock though my pants. I could tell that the youngsters were put off and scared, and well, I felt I had to make good on the hospitality offered to us. The kids had started this adventure, but in order to save face it look as though I was going to have to finish it.She took me back beyond the swinging door and into her room. She offered me my choice of 'services'. I declined the half and half (BJ plus penetration) and she looked at me skeptically, expecting, I'm sure, for my alcohol-laden cock to fail me. But she proceeded to undress me and lead me to the bathroom. I still remember the faded green tiles on the floor, but what was more exciting was her washing my 'equipment' with a hot washcloth.To her surprise and my pleasure, my cock responded very positively to her ministrations.I was as hard as a rock and ready to go. We moved from the bathroom towards the bed, which was rumpled from her earlier sleep. I was on my best behavior as a client, pulling on the offered condom and slipping into the bed with my erection standing tall. I had the honor of the squadron to uphold at this point.She lowered herself onto me, spreading her thick, dark lips with one hand and guiding me with the other. Her full breasts fell into my face as her pussy engulfed me. She began to bounce upon me as I took her nipples into my mouth. I forgot about the young puppies waiting in the lounge outside and concentrated on my cock sliding in and out of her pussy.I could feel her curly pubic hair rubbing against me, and I arched my back as she rode my erection towards pleasure. Her breasts swinging in my face, I was becoming more excited by the minute, but there was something missing. I pulled out of her cunt and swung her over, placing her on her back and my cock at the gaping opening of her pussy. She clasped my back and ass and pulled me in. She was all business, but it felt damn good to me.As she slid herself along my shaft, she was swinging her ample tits in my face, and I enjoyed the distraction of her dark nipples brushing across my face. Then I looked down at our joined crotches and it was all over; I was shooting my load and it didn't matter that I was earlier than I would have liked -- she was a whore, after all.I pumped my load into her willing orifice, and as the spasms subsided she pulled herself off of me. Retreating to the bathroom, she brought out another hot washcloth, and cleaned my still throbbing cock.I relaxed in her bed for a few minutes, and then gathered myself and got dressed. The honor of the squadron was maintained, and our visit was vindicated. Fortunately the young puppies kept their mouths shut, and nobody but us was the wiser to our little excursion.___________________[sig]any man who claims he does not masturbate is a liar-JM[/sig]