The guy looked at us one
after the other and said:
"Sure I do. You know I do. You can
feel I do. But before I do, I want you to make
me come right here!"
The evening was drawing to an end but there were
still people sitting around our booths and not only
was I sure they would see us, but I knew some of them
must have heard him.
My girlfriend replied:
"You mean, you want us to make you come here?
In the restaurant?"
and he said:
"You make me come right here and I'll fuck you
all night if you can take it?"
He was laying down a challenge I knew my girlfriend
would not let pass, so I was not surprised when she
nudged me so that I would get up and let him sit between
us.
So there we were, two pretty blonds on either side
of a big beautiful Jamaican man, and I could smell
the musk of sex already.
Not sooner had he sat down, that my girlfriend went
down on him! I mean, she had had unzipped in
no time and out popped the biggest blackest and smoothest
cock I had ever seen.
She motioned so that her head would be in a position
to suck him but he stopped her. He said no.
You can only look. I want your girlfriend to
stroke me until I come.
He was referring to me.
My girlfriend looked at me with anger and frustration
and kinda sat back whilst he took my hand and laid
in on is dick.
"Go ahead make me come"
Like in a dream, aware that other people around us
would see what was happening if they stood up and
looked in our direction, I started to quickly wank
him, hoping to make him come as soon as possible so
that we might leave this place and never come back.
But our waiter had different ideas.
He made me wank him as slow as possible, up and down
along his length for what seemed ages.
And this man could control himself. Every time
I would feel is dick pulsating in the fashion that
all dicks do when they are about to ejaculate, he
would slow down his breathing and his passion would
recede until the next one.
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