A deep, booming voice said, "Hey Jules, how're you doing?"
"Oh, Ibrahim. It's you. How are you?" Julie smiled. Ibrahim was a friend she had met through someone but they had rarely met except at parties. He always called her Jules for some reason, but she didn't really mind.
"You doing anything special tonight?" he asked her, his voice brimming with confidence. "I wondered if you want to chill and watch some Netflix at my place. David is out of town so I could use some company. I am bored." David lived with Ibrahim, she knew. He was visiting Ibrahim from Lagos but she had never met him. Ibrahim was his cousin.
"I was in the middle of cleaning my apartment, Ibrahim. It is really messy," she said. "Perhaps another time."
"Oh come on Jules, it's only one night. You can clean up any time!"
Julie had known him for about a year and he was nice enough to chat with at boring parties. He was a tall and his skin was like chocolate. She also liked his smile as he had very white teeth and he was always smiling. When he laughed his voice was deep and happy. She felt he was someone she could talk to.
"Well, OK," she said. "Just this once. What time is good for you?"
"Come around six o'clock as there is a movie on at seven and we should drink some beer and eat food before it starts."
"I will be there at six, then," she said and ended the call. Looking around the room she sighed and went to take a shower.
The doorbell rang in Ibrahim's flat and he got up from the cream colored sofa, a can of Guinness in his hand. He sipped it as he opened the door. When he saw Julie he gave her a big smile and his eyes took her in with a swig of beer. He moved politely to one side like a matador, beer raised like it was a gesture of "come into my parlor" and pointing further into the room. She was carrying a white, plastic shopping bag. He was a very tall man and stood over, her looking down with a smile. Julie smiled up at him and walked into the room.
"So what are we watching?" she looked back at Ibrahim, who was closing the door.
"A Nigerian film. Lots of laughter, music and dancing."
"Sounds good. Where is David?" she asked.
"He went out of town with some of his friends. He will be back tomorrow." Ibrahim didn't sound happy that David went without inviting him.
"I see," Julie said, "so where is the food and drink? Here, take this." She handed over the bag, which contained a six-pack of Guinness. She knew what he liked to drink.
"Thanks, Julie. Please sit down on the sofa. Sorry it isn't much but it is comfortable. I will bring food from the kitchen." Ibrahim was one of the most polite people that Julie knew. Always a gentleman.
They ate fried chicken on the cosy sofa. The room didn't have much furniture except the sofa, a coffee table and the TV. The movie started and, she felt, it was quite good. She laughed at the jokes. Some women in the film were dancing in a village. They were wearing colorful tops and their breasts bounced up and down bra-less as they danced while men watched.
Jules felt a little drunk and said to Ibrahim that the dancing was good but not as good as her dancing. She wiped her hands with some tissue and said she was going to the toilet. Ibrahim's eyes watched her get up and walk to the toilet and then he went back to the television. When she returned, she had taken off her blouse and was only wearing a lacy black bra and her short skirt.
"Watch this, Ibrahim, and see if I can't do better than those women." Julie started dancing like the women in the film and Ibrahim stared at her, looking rather surprise and a little shocked. After a minute he started to tap a spoon on his beer can to join her. Julie's skirt bounced up and down as she danced and her skin started to shine with sweat.
Suddenly, she stopped dead. Ibrahim looked at her, puzzled. "Why did you stop? We were making a good team," he said. He did not look comfortable.
"What's that?" she said, pointing at his trousers.
"Ah, what do you mean? Did I spill beer?" he looked down.
"That lump in your trousers. At the front."
"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean anything." he said, feeling embarrassed. Julie walked up to him and put her hand on the lump in his trousers, feeling his hard cock inside.
"That must be uncomfortable," Julie said, squeezing it. She knelt on the floor in front of Ibrahim. "Let Doctor Julie see what she can do about it."
"You're a doctor?" he asked, puzzled.
"Well, not for everything. I can be a consulting specialist in these cases though," she winked and carried on with what she was doing.
"It is no problem, really. I didn't mean for it to happen," Ibrahim said in a panic as she knelt on the floor in front of him. He tried to hide the lump with his hands but she pushed them away like nuisance flies and undid the button on the top of his jeans, tugging the zip down. Even though Ibrahim was a tall, muscled black man he could be quite shy.
Pulling his cock out from his underwear Julie said, "Wow, that is hard. And big."
His cock was about eight inches long, very shiny and black and hard as stone. Julie looked up at Ibrahim and smiled. She leaned forward and started to lick the head and pulled his foreskin back so she could see its big deep-red head. The cock was very hard but his skin was soft like silk. It was thick but not too thick that she couldn't get her hand around it. She licked it again and the head started to be become darker and a started to turn a little purple. Julie tried to get as much as she could into her mouth and Ibrahim started to make noises deep in his throat.
Julie's head was sliding up and down the black cock, now glistening with her saliva, and licking it while she sucked. She held the big, dark cock in her hand and moved it up and down while she licked the head and made it shine. Ibrahim placed his right hand on her head, as if blessing her. "Oh, that tastes so good," said Julie. "How about I find out if it feels good too?"
She sat on the sofa next to Ibrahim and held his cock tight in her small hand, moving it gently up and down. Her white hand against the black cock was very exciting for both of them. Slowly, she lay back on the sofa and he slid her panties down and tossed them on the floor. He knelt between her legs. She knew what he was about to do and her pussy dripped with juice at the thought of being penetrated.
"Do whatever you want to me, I don't mind. Use me to satisfy yourself," she whispered as he got on his knees above her. He moved down and his thick, black cock head touched her pussy. She grasped hold of it with her left hand and pulled it into her. She was already so wet it slid into her smoothly in one go. She was so wet in fact that his thick cock bumped against her cervix and could go no further.
He was making a sound like a cross between a groan and a roar, the sound a wild animal makes when it is in torment, and he commenced to shove it in and out fast but firmly, accompanied by grunts and those tortured groans. She heard him mutter under his breath "one, two, three, four", which made her almost giggle. He was not that experienced it seemed, so he was counting the beats of his rhythm. However, he was so hard she could feel his excitement and smiled as he started to pump her harder, slamming into her mons with his smooth, long, cock as he shifted to kiss her lips and insert his wet, pink, tongue into her mouth. His right hand reached for her round tit and squeezed it hard as he fucked her. He bent down and took the nipple in his mouth, licking and sucking.
In and out, in and out. He couldn't help himself pumping her pussy like a black piston as she took his big dick deep inside of herself. Her knees were spread and rose up to get the angle she wanted.
After a few minutes he pulled his dick out of her and told her roughly, "Turn over and get on your knees."
She obeyed and did as she was told without question, her brown hair falling on both sides of her face.
He knelt behind her, one hand holding his dick as he rubbed it up and down her pink slit and then he shoved it hard and fast into her wet pussy. Her breath exploded out of her lungs in a whoosh. He started to bang her really hard again as if he couldn't stop himself. He held her hips in both hands and fucked her without mercy, using her body to please his lust. She could feel every inch inside her.
He grabbed her hair in his right hand and jerked her head backwards. Her mouth was open and she gasped at the pain, but also in the knowledge this is what she craved. She liked his dominance over her and let herself be used in whatever way he wanted. Her back formed a lovely curve as her ass went up and he banged cruelly, her ass compressed with each thrust. Now he was frantically moving inside her like an uncontrollable animal rutting in heat. She lost count of the orgasms he gave her.
"I am gonna cum baby," he said as his fucking became frenetic.
"I want to taste your cum, I wanna know what it tastes like," Julie gasped. "Cum on my face and in my mouth."
Like a wild animal he pulled his dick out of her wet pussy and held it in his hand. Julie turned around quickly, feet on the floor, and moved forward to put her face in front of his thick, shiny black dick, opening her mouth for him while staring coolly into his wild eyes to enjoy the expressions on his face of utter joy and lusty satisfaction.
He started to shoot ropes of thick white cum onto her face and into her mouth. After about five long thick spurts his cum started to subside and she started to suck his dick strongly to get all of the sperm out, pumping her fist around it. Finally, exhausted, she collapsed back on the sofa with him lying on her body, his sperm covering her face so that it glistened thick, white and creamy. Ibrahim picked up a spoon from the coffee table started to use it to scoop up globules of his cum to feed the sperm into her mouth. She swallowed up the thick salty food and felt it slide down her throat. He was pushing all the cum into her mouth so she could eat it all when the door suddenly burst open.
"Hey brother, I am back!" said David, walking up to the sofa. "Oh hey, you got someone to take care of you while I was out. Move over brother and let David in!"
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