Toni pushed James away, and straightened down the front of her dress.
For a moment, she was tempted to offer the limo driver another hundred to just keep driving – there was nothing that got her hotter than making out in the back of a luxury car. But then she looked up at James’ handsome face and thought: I wanna do this right.
“Come on,” James said, reaching for her hand. “Let’s get out.”
The door opened and the cool evening air rushed in. Goosebumps appeared on Toni’s bare legs, as James helped her out of the cab. She tottered hand-in-hand with him across the concrete, her 6” high heels going ‘clip-clip, clip-clop.’
A moment later they were in the lobby. Then waiting for the elevator. Finally, alone, the doors went ‘ding’ and the lift started carrying them upwards.
Thump!
Forcefully, James pinned Toni against the mirrored walls and kissed her like a man going off a hunger strike.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” he growled, hands around her waist. Toni just swooned, feeling so overwhelmed by this big, tall fighter.
For twelve floors, they made out, hot and heavy. Only when the lift went ‘ding’ and the doors rattled open did James pull his mouth away, and reluctantly pull her out into the corridor.
Toni giggled as she was dragged out after him.
“Oh, fuck me,” James scooped her up into his beefy arms. “I just want to have you right here, right now.”
Toni blushed. It wouldn’t be the first time she’d been fucked in a hotel corridor.
Practically carrying her, James led them to a door, and then reached into his sporran.
It wasn’t exactly in-keeping with the sexy mood, but Toni giggled as she watched, and asked: “Is that, like, your handbag?”
James pulled the keycard triumphantly from his sporran.
“Oh, it has other uses as well,” he promised, unlocking the door.
“Oh?”
James turned to the pretty black girl and grinned. Then, making sure her eyes were looking downward, he pulled the sporran aside, from where it lay in the center of his crotch.
Sproing! Like a flag being raised, the front of his heavy kilt lifted – his hard-on acting like a tent pole.
Toni’s eyes widened, watching the huge bulge.
“And that answers your earlier question,” James explained. “That’s what happens when you get an erection while wearing a kilt.”
Toni giggled, staring at the distended kilt, as James led her into his hotel room.
Chapter Twenty Three
Toni
Kicking the door shut behind him, James MacDonald threw Toni against the wall, and kissed her like a man possessed.
She moaned, lifting her arms to wrap them around James’ broad shoulders, as he moved his lips against hers.
Her heart raced. She felt so small compared to this big, strong, powerful man – a man who was kissing her like he hadn’t seen a woman in years.
“W-wait,” tearing her mouth away, Toni flopped against the wall, panting. She looked up into James’ fiery eyes, and demanded: “C-can I see it?”
James looked confused.
“Honey, I have been wondering what’s under that kilt since the moment I saw you tonight.”
A smile spread across James’ face.
“Be my guest,” he offered.
And so, giggling, Toni pushed the big man back into the center of the room.
He stood there, the huge lump distending the front of his kilt like a tent-pole. Toni felt her pussy quiver, as she yearned to know if what lay beneath that heavy plaid fabric was as impressive as the bulge suggested.
“N-now… How do I do this?”
She stood there, trying to figure out the kilt.
There were buckles on the side. With trembling fingers she undid them. Then she unclipped the sporran.
With the rustle of heavy material, it all slid down around James ankles, leaving him standing there in his crisp, white shirt and knee-high woolen socks.
And, rearing from between his muscular thighs, was his cock.
“Oh, my,” Toni’s eyes widened. “You really were naked under there.”
James grinned – but Toni was more focused on the beast she’d unleashed by unbuckling his kilt.
For the most part, Toni had only ever slept with black guys – so she wasn’t exactly unused to men who were well-endowed. Nevertheless, James’ big, thick, pale cock was strangely beautiful.
With trembling fingers, she reached out to touch it.
“Unnnngh,” James groaned, feeling this petite black girl’s fingers curl around his shaft.
“Honey, you’re hung like a black guy,” Toni grinned, stroking James’ shaft. She stepped up closer, and he bent his head to kiss her again, wrapping the tiny girl in his big arms.
For a moment, they made out, all the while with Toni stroking James’ impressive cock. Then she lifted her hands, and started unbuttoning his shirt, pulling it open to reveal his broad, muscular, chest.
She tried to pull his shirt off. It got stuck around his wrists.
“It’s the cufflinks,” James laughed, helping her pop open some gleaming Union Jack cufflinks and free his wrists.
A moment later, his shirt fell to the floor too.
He stood there, in nothing but knee-high socks and black gillie shoes. He should have looked ridiculous, but Toni thought he looked majestic – like a towering Scottish pine. That tall, toned body. Those bulging biceps, and slab-like pecs.
Hannibal, she’d always thought, had a body like a bull – big, and black, and beefy. In comparison, James was a lion – lean, but no less deadly.
Her pussy throbbed.
“Help me with my shoes,” James ordered. “I’m not going to make love to you with my socks on.”
“Oh, you’re not going to make love to me at all,” Toni promised. “You’re gonna fuck my little brains out.” And with that, she dropped to her knees in front of him.
Her trembling fingers worked to untangle the long black laces, and loosen his gleaming leather gillie shoes. A moment later, she was pulling them off his feet – tossing them behind her, and peeling the socks down off his muscular calves.
And then he was naked. Gorgeously, deliciously naked.
She looked up, at the tall, powerful man looming over her. She felt tiny, and vulnerable, and more turned on than she ever had before in her life.
And inches above her face was James’ magnificent, throbbing cock.
Her mouth watering, she reached up to wrap her fingers around it.
Chapter Twenty Four
James
“Oh, my God!”
Throwing back his head, James felt the delicious sensation of Toni’s warm, wet mouth engulf his cock.
It was amazing.
With her fingers massaging his balls, and her mouth closing around his shaft, it was all James could do to keep standing the moment Toni started swirling her tongue around the head of his throbbing dick.
“Jesus, that’s sublime,” he groaned.
He felt like a king. Standing there, naked, while a heartbreakingly beautiful black girl knelt in front of him, worshipping his cock with her mouth.
And it just got better.
Smack! Pulling her mouth from his cock, Toni looked up at him with a wink, and then licked his balls.
“Oh, God,” James’ knees nearly buckled.
“Sit down on the bed,” Toni insisted, and she pushed him back until he flopped onto the king-sized bed in the center of the room, legs hanging off the edge.
Toni was kneeling between his legs in a heartbeat, opening her mouth to engulf his cock once again.
“Jesus,” James groaned, as she deep-throated him practically to the balls, and then lifted back to suckle the swollen head of his dick, while she used her own saliva to lube him up and stroke him up and down with her slender fingers.
She was, quite simply, fantastic at giving head. It was the most breathtakingly blissful experience of Jam
es’ life. It put every other blowjob he’d ever received to shame.
The west sound of suction echoed throughout the room, as Toni bobbed her head up and down in James’ lap. Saliva drooled down her chin, and dripped onto her boobs. James could feel it dribbling wetly down his balls.
Sloppy, and slick, and without any inhibition whatsoever.
If she kept that up, James groaned, he’d be spurting in Toni’s mouth within seconds.
But the beautiful black girl had other plans.
Pulling her mouth from James’ straining cock, she wiped her lips with the back of her hand. A moment later, she clambered to her feet, looking down at James as he lay there with a smile.
“Lay back, sugar,” Toni grinned.
And then she reached under the hem of her short dress, and yanked down a bubblegum pink thong. Wriggling out of her panties, she tossed them aside, and then clambered onto the bed.
Toni Rome straddled James’ muscular hips. Then she reached between them both, to grab his spit-slick cock in one of her slender hands.
She wrestled it into position, at the entrance to her pussy.
“Oh, fuuuck,” James groaned, as he felt the delicious sensation of his cock nuzzling between the lips of Toni’s eager pussy.
She giggled, and braced herself – lowering her curvy hips down onto James thick, straining cock.
“Oh, baby,” she groaned, feeling herself stretched and filled. “I’m gonna ride you like a rodeo pony.”
Chapter Twenty Five
Toni
“Huuuungh,” Toni groaned.
Oh, she’d taken some monster cocks in her time, but James wasn’t packing anything to be ashamed of. As she sunk onto his thick, hard cock, she felt herself stretched and filled in the most delicious way.
Within seconds, she was nestled flush in his lap – that pale, beautiful cock of his buried right to the hilt inside of her.
Looking down at the handsome fighter beneath her, she began to rock her hips.
“Oh, fuuuuck,” James groaned, as he felt his cock moving slickly inside of her.
“You like that, baby?” Toni groaned, riding his big dick. “You feel how tight and wet my little pussy is for you?”
And it was. She was practically gushing.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” James groaned, grabbing her hips to control the rhythm of her movements. “You’re fucking incredible.”
“Unnngh,” Toni bit her lip, and ground her hips just a little bit harder into his lap, to reward him for the sweet words. God, she loved the feeling of that big, hard dick moving inside of her.
With a needful growl, James reached up, and hooked his fingers into the neckline of Toni’s expensive Herve Leger bandage dress. With one tug, he wrenched it down; and her full, plump breasts popped out.
She gasped, as James’ big, rough hands each grabbed a tit and squeezed. The contrast of his pale skin and her chocolate brown breasts was delicious.
With James squeezing her tits, Toni rocked back and forth in his lap, until the bed creaked and she felt an inexorable pressure building between her legs. That just got more intense as James lifted his head, and buried his face between her breasts – licking and nibbling.
“Oh, yeah, baby,” Toni moaned, reaching around to slide her fingers through James’ reddish blond hair, and crush his face to her chest. “Suck my titties, baby.”
“Mmmph!” Was the mumbled response.
Toni closed her eyes. She was nearly there.
After years of dealing with selfish lovers – from gangbangers and pot dealers to million-dollar movie stars and rappers – she’d learned to be in control of her own pleasure; and knew exactly how to work a thick, hard cock to make her feel good.
“That’s it, baby,” Toni balled her hands into a fist, tightening her grip on James’ hair. “Oh, fuck, yes…”
And then she came.
Riding the British fighter’s hard cock, Toni ground herself over the edge into a shuddering climax, and groaned as pleasure rolled across her body like a peal of thunder.
“Fuuuuck,” James groaned, as he felt Toni’s pussy tighten, and gush with moisture. He nearly exploded inside her.
But James wasn’t done with the beautiful black girl yet – and as she flopped across his broad chest, gasping for breath, the big fighter rolled her off him onto her back.
She lay on the bed, dress around her belly, breasts exposed, and legs dangling in the air. James was on top of her in an instant, grabbing her ankles and lifting and separating her thighs.
He dropped to his knees beside the bed, and studied her now-exposed pussy – smooth, and hairless, and gleaming with arousal.
“W-what are you doing,” Toni moaned, as she felt James’ hot breath between her legs.
“I’m going to find out how you taste,” he explained – and then Toni cried out in pleasure as she felt his wet, warm mouth on her cunt.
Chapter Twenty Six
James
From the moment he’d first seen Toni, he’d wanted to know what she tasted like.
She was beautiful, and sassy, and had curves that wouldn’t quit. But she also had that beautiful, brown skin and an exotic look that was like candy to a kid from Britain who’d never so much as kissed anybody with skin darker than café au lait.
Throwing Toni’s feet up into the air, he feasted on her delicious, hairless cunt.
“Oh, fuuuuck,” Toni moaned, as she felt James’ thick, rough tongue slither between the lips of her pussy, and then swirl wetly around her clitoris. “Oh, damn.”
“Mmmph,” James growled, sucking gently on Toni’s clitoris, and then letting go of one of her ankles so he could press the tips of two of his fingers against the entrance to her upended, glistening pussy.
“Oh, God,” Toni groaned, as she felt James’ fingers stretch and fill her. “Oh, yeah, baby…”
Moments later, the room echoed with the sound of suction and slurping, as James finger-fucked Toni in rhythm to his agile tongue motions. Her pussy gushed into his mouth, and he gulped it down eagerly – devouring her as Toni crept closer and closer to the brink of orgasm.
“Oh, shit,” she clawed desperately at the bedclothes. “Oh, fuck!” And then she tossed her head back and wailed, as James used his swirling tongue and exploring fingers to tip her over the edge into orgasm.
Gasping and groaning, Toni flopped limply back onto the bed – opening her eyes to see James clambering up onto the mattress.
Hooking his elbows under her knees, he practically bent the tiny black girl in half. Then he wrangled his hard-on into position at the entrance to Toni’s quivering, eager pussy and thrust inside her.
“Oh, fuuuck,” she came again, shuddering in climax, and clawing at James’ beefy arms.
The big Brit crushed her to the bed, and fucked her deep and fast with powerful strokes. Toni’s pussy practically sang as he pistoned in and out of her, and the wet sounds of their thrusting bodies echoed through the room.
“Oh, Jesus, that’s so good, baby,” Toni groaned, looking up, directly into James’ face as his body hung over hers.
James smiled, looking down at her as he thrust.
Her eyes were so big, and beautiful. Her mouth hung open like an expectant kiss. Fuck, she was gorgeous.
“Oh, God, Toni,” he groaned, “I can’t hold out…”
“Don’t, baby,” Toni clung to the big fighter, pulling him in close to her. “Give it to me, baby. I want it.”
And so he did.
Thrusting as deeply inside Toni’s eager pussy as he could, James surrendered to a delicious, throbbing climax.
His cock swelled inside her, and spurted hotly. Toni moaned as she felt herself flooded; welcoming his load deep inside her.
They hung like that, connected wetly at the crotch, for what seemed like an eternity. And then, finally, James collapsed on top of Toni, and they lay in a sticky, near-naked pile on the bed.
Toni groaned, crushed by James’ delicious weight. She stared
up at the ceiling, stroking his reddish blonde hair.
“Now that,” she purred, “was a first round knockout.”
Chapter Twenty Seven
Toni
“I can’t breathe.”
“I’m so sorry.”
With a groan, James peeled himself off of Toni’s prone body; hauling himself up and off the bed.
As he did so, his softening cock slid from inside her, followed by a deluge of hot wetness that gushed down the crack of her ass.
Toni giggled.
“You better tip housekeeping when they come to change your sheets, honey.”
James stood there, magnificent in his nakedness. Turning to Toni, he grinned and said, “Well, we haven’t finished making a mess yet.”
Toni laughed – more deeply and honestly than she could remember laughing in a very, very long time.
It felt good.
Sitting up, she wriggled out of her dress – which was more resembling a belt at this point – and tossed it across the back of a bedside chair.
Then, deliciously naked, she sprawled out across the bed like a sleek brown pussycat.
James was watching, entranced. Barely taking his eyes off her, the handsome Brit opened up the mini bar and pulled out a bottle of Taittinger champagne.
“I had this chilled to celebrate my victory tonight,” he laughed bitterly. “Guess now is as good a time to open it as ever.”
Pop! With a spray of foam, the cork flew across the room.
“Wow,” Toni giggled, watching the white foam gush down James’ hand. “That’s like a flashback to five minutes ago.”
And then she giggled as she watched James’ cheeks turn pink.
Swallowing his embarrassment, the handsome Scotsman grabbed two glasses and sloshed champagne into them. A moment later he came and lay down on the bed next to the beautiful black girl.
They chinked glasses.
“Mmmm,” Toni’s eyes flashed as she sipped it. “This is good stuff. The crew I hang around with are more into Cristal.”
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