White TV + Black Gangsta - 1st Date

Jesse sat back in his seat and grinned slyly. He had kissed away my ruby red lipstick (which matched my fingernails and toenails of course). I pulled over to the curb, as much to catch my breath as to touch up my lipstick.

"That's like an appetizer, baby" He took a couple deep pulls on the Colt-45.

"God Jesse, what if some of those white guys had said something?"

"I'da kicked their asses and then fucked you on the hood of this car while they watched. I told ya bitch that I don't ask for shit - i take what I want when I want! No get going, and don't stop for your makeup again without asking for permission first."

"Ah, yes Jesse...OK."

I drove as fast as I could to my apartment. He finished his can of beer and tossed it to the curb as we drove. He sat there with his legs obscenely spread. His package was straining at the denim and I was to soon find out why. I pulled into my designated parking sspace and got out. I walked towards the door but didn't see Jesse. I turned back and saw him still sitting in the car. He signaled me over.

"Open my door for me."

I was stunned. No man had talked to me this way before. But the memory of his kiss propelled me forward to obey. I opened his door and he stood up - tall and proud. His hand reached around my back, and he pulled me to him. I had to stand on my toes to reach his thick soft lips. This kiss was kinder, but equally passionate. He drew me closer and I felt his hardening manhood press against me. I swear to god by tiny clit almost erupted right then and there!

"Let's go home." he said. I swooned in his arms and he had to help me to the door.

I barely got inside when I heard him close and lock the door.

"Where's the head?" I found out later he had been in the Navy.

"Ummm the bathroom is over there." I said.

While he was doing his business, I adjusted my dress, touched up my makeup, and sat down on the sofa. I discreetly crossed my legs and tried to breathe normally.