We left Barnie’s out the front door, going to his car a couple of blocks away, when Logan stopped at a break between two buildings. He turned me so that he had my back pressed against the wall, and he kissed me. His tongue and his hands made me feel possessed, owned. Owned by a black man. It was overwhelming; I’d wanted him when I first saw him, even before leaving, but this was different. He was older and well-built, like an Olympic swimmer. From the time I saw him at the bar, I imagined him taking me, fucking me.
I was standing together with Laney when he came in, and I raised my eyebrows at her and said, “Wow, hell, if I’m lucky, you’ll be going home without me.”
He sat next to me at the bar and asked, “Do I know you? You look familiar.”
“Um, maybe. I think I met you at Barnie’s today.” We started talking, and Laney excused herself.
“I’m Logan.”
“And I’m Virginia. My god, you look good enough to eat.” I winced when I said that. “My mouth speaks, and then my brain hears. Sorry.”
“Wow, I think I might like you.”
I’d come here looking for someone to replace Lee, my ex-boyfriend. I wanted to be treated like a living woman, not some spun-glass princess figurine. I think I was looking for someone like Logan.
We talked, and as usual, I over-explained myself. What I hadn’t liked about Lee.
Eventually, he stood and took my hand, saying, “I think I have what you’re looking for at my house. You’re not a fairy princess, and you need to let your slut out to play.”
“Slut, that’s what I meant, isn’t it? Logan, um, that’s what I want.”
I found Laney and waved at her, and she nodded, and we left. About a block away, that’s when he stopped me. When he kissed me, they weren’t Lee-style kisses; they reached all the way to my pussy, and I’d never felt that way before.
When his kisses moved to my neck, he bit me. The sharp pain was something I’d never felt before, either, but instead of turning me off, I wanted more. I pressed my tits against his chest, moaned, and said, “God, Logan…” My voice broke for a second. “Logan.” And he kissed me even harder. He was unbuttoning my top when he pulled it down, exposing my breasts. At the same time, he pushed me into the break in the wall.
His voice had lowered and sounded out of control, saying, “Damn it, I’m going to take you here, right now. I’m going to strip you and fuck you. That’s what you want, Virginia. Right?”
All I could do was moan, “Logan.” This was the first time I’d had a man this out of control, wanting to fuck me.
“Please, please, Logan.” I wanted him to do it. I would have let him take me in the open; I wanted to feel his cock so badly.
He had my blouse on the ground with my bra quickly following. I was kissing him back, my hands cupping his face. Then, I unbuckled his belt, undid his zipper, and dropped his trousers to the ground.
I let him undo my pants and panties and stepped out of them. He was standing there in front of me with his boxers still hiding his cock.
“Now for the great reveal, Logan.” When I saw it, I dropped to my knees in worship. I touched it and licked the drop of cum off the tip.
He wrenched me up and pushed me against the wall, saying, “NO, I’m going to fuck you. Then, when we get to my place, I’m going to do it again.”
He slammed his cock into me roughly, just what I wanted. This was what I had been missing. The sensation, feeling his cock pushing into me, filling me, was overwhelming. I had to close my eyes to absorb the way he was overpowering me.
“Feel it, Virginia, my cock taking you like this. Tell me.”
I squirmed against him, forcing his cock deeper into me. “God, yes, my tits, harder, Logan.” I was spiraling in my need to be FUCKED. “Take me the way you need to. This is for you, please.” His fingers tightened on my tits, hurting me. It was wonderful.
When I felt his cock pulsing inside me, it pushed me over the edge, and I screamed. He gave one last thrust, impaling me against the wall, before he made a guttural sound of satisfaction.
I was trying to stand, and Logan had to keep me from collapsing.
“That was wonderful, Logan.” I tried to smile, but failed. “Are we going to do better at your place? It seems hardly possible.”
Logan set me on my feet, grinned, and said, “I’m willing to try. I’m willing to try hard.” Then he pulled his pants up and handed me my pants and blouse.
He hesitated before letting go of them. “Virginia, what are you willing to do for me? How far?”
I could still feel the last pulses of my climax and hadn’t quite recovered my mind. “Logan, tell me, what do you want?”
“What I want is for you to give me your clothes, and we’ll walk back to the car.” He paused before saying, “Walk back to the car with you like this. You’re naked, walking beside me. Proud to show off beside me.”
My arousal was fading some, but not yet gone still…
This would be a memory when I’m old. I’ll never get a chance like this again.
Hesitantly, I asked, “You’re sure you know where it is? We won’t have to look for it?”
Logan stepped up, fondled my tits, and moved one hand to my clit. He kissed me and said, “Yes, I do.”
I gave him my clothes, and we were on the sidewalk.
Proud, confident, and tall, with Logan.
We passed a couple dressed as if they were headed for Barnie’s. I smiled at the woman and said, “Be careful there.”
When we passed the couple, I turned and kissed Logan. “That was fun.” I moved his hands to my tits. “I can’t wait till we get to your place,” I said, then we moved on.
We passed one lone man and were at his car. I loved the look he gave us as we passed. It was exhilarating.
In the car, I tried to imprint our short walk on my memory, playing it over and over. He’d promised some memorable hard fucking, and I wondered what was next.
