Being the NC

Chapter 7

Peter walked slowly, visualizing what just happened at home between him and his wife. He wasn’t one to boast, but he hadn’t had a fight with her for years now, at least, major ones. From the way things ended, his worst fear might come to pass, and boy, he didn’t want that happening any time soon. It was a lonely night in South Carolina, he was literally the only one walking in the streets, but he wasn’t bothered about that.

“Bourbon”

“Uh?”

“Serve me some Bourbon” Peter said moping around

“I’m sorry. We haven’t got any left” bartender replied softly

“What do you mean you haven’t got any left. Isn’t this Fatz Café”

“Yeah it is”

“Who’s your f*****g manager. I want to see him. What the f**k is wrong with this place. Everything about this country is messed up, along with everyone else in it. How can you not have Bourbon. Even my wife has bourbon. You might ask why I didn’t just ask my wife to give me a bottle. Well, that’s none of your goofy a*s business, lady. I need some Bourbon Whiskey now”

“Excuse me, did you just call me goofy”

“Yes. I did. Watcha gon’ do about it”

“Oh nothing. I’m just wondering why every drunk dude who comes here for the first time assumes I’m goofy”

Peter laughed loudly enough for everyone in Fatz Café to hear. Random stares from people came in, but Peter Johnson didn’t mind.

“So what’s your name?”

“I’m Peter. Peter Johnson. I see you are Kelly” Peter said, referring to her apron that had KELLY written on it.

“Yeah. What’s with the attitude. Having a rough night?”

“I guess I am. My wife thinks I’m cheating on her”

“Well are you?” she asked, moving her hands slightly to meet his.

Peter looked at her hands, and immediately at her eyes, and saw she was definitely a one of a kind bartender. Beautiful with short hair, black skin which sparkled in an amazing way, and lips which were calling out to him.

“I’m not cheating on her”

“Well I guess you have nothing to worry about”

Peter had no idea why he wanted to open up to this lady, but something in him kept budging him to speak.

“She also thinks I’m losing my man self”

“Well are you?” Kelly asked, smiling

“Are you serious? You being sarcastic isn’t helping”

“First you call me goofy, which I’m clearly not, and now Sarcastic. I should be the one asking if you’re serious”

“It’s not that. Its just, I haven’t had s*x for a long while, and I’m not sure I feel the urges to, and Jessica wants to do it, but I haven’t felt the urges to have s*x yet. I’m worried, okay. My manhood looks fine, it is fine, but why don’t I feel this god-forsaken urges”

“I could help you with that, only if you want”

Peter couldn’t explain it. His cells were awoken, he budged slightly, feeling aroused inside. His bad boy down there was feeling a rush. Peter Johnson was getting turned on.

“W—ha—t. Uhhhh?”

Kelly, the bartender had an amazing body, and thought Peter was a charming black man. She wanted to f**k him the instant he walked into the bar. She turned around, taking off her aprons, displaying her huge curves. She faced backwards and moved towards Peter. Her butt grazed Peter’s body, and he could feel how soft and natural it was. His d**k erected, got him up.

“Kelly, I think you can help me with my problem. Is there a private room you can attend to me in”

Kelly flashed a s**t-ish smirk, and led Peter into an unfamiliar place at the back of the bar.

Kelly kissed Peter passionately, Peter not letting this opportunity go by, caressed her whole body with his hands. He got his hands on her butt, fully grazing all parts, then went on to her n*****s. He pleasured her n*****s with his tongue, took her clothes off, and stuck one finger in her p***y. A soft moan came out of her. His hands and tongue were all over her body, l*****g, sucking, grazing, and doing whatever it took to get her on before he took his d**k out.

Kelly was waiting patiently for this moment, and it came finally. Kelly’s hands went all over his d**k, measuring its size, and feeling his hard on….

Her soft lips finally met with it. She sucked the hell outta his d**k, taking his size fully in and out, and this went on for a long while. Peter moaned like crazy, seeing this amazing hot young lady suck his d**k.

"Get on me. I have to f**k your tight p***y before I c*m"

"Alright fucklord"

Peter saw how extra her a*s was when she got on him. He couldn't explain the type of pleasure coursing through his veins and whole body seeing her a*s cheeks bounce up and down his d**k.

"Oh f**k. Yes kelly. f**k me like that. My wife Jessica isn't as good as you are in bed"

"ahhh arggh arg yes oh my god. how about this" kelly said increasing her speed up and down his d**k.

"f*****g f**k mama. My d**k is about to explode in pleasure. Yeah"

"Arggh. I think I'm cumming too"

Kelly got off him, and squatted, patiently waiting to get some loads of c*m in her mouth. Peter wanked his d**k, till the c*m came out. His c*m splashed all over Kelly's face, ruining her make up, but she didn't care of course.

***

"You didn't c*m?" peter asked

"Nah, I didn't" kelly said with a funny expression.

"But you c*m with other guys, don't you"

"Sure"

"s**t. I think I have a problem"

"But I just solved one didn't I. You just need a bit more practice, and I'm sure you would get back on your game"

"Is that an invite for another round?" Peter laughed

"Sure. Anytime. Hit me up whenever you want to practice. Beside, practice makes one perfect, doesn't it"

"Sure does kelly"

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