Chocolate Pudding.

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Chocolate Pudding.Her name was Meshawn. She was about the cutest thing I’d ever seen at my old job, and lusted after her for quite some time. Every guy there did, understandably. 5′ 3″ with medium-brown skin, shoulder-length curly hair, nicely padded figure, beaming smile and very amiable and pleasant to talk to. I’d seen some honeys in High School, at College, working different jobs afterwards of the African-American persuasion. Not like this one, she was sweet as could be and had a “casual” attitude that made it easy to flirt with her. She knew how adorable she was.At work, she was conscientious but not a hard worker. Women who look like Meshawn don’t have to work but so hard; men come running to do any heavy lifting for them (that’s the way it is, folks.) Some women don’t mind “rewarding” those men, either.I’d heard Meshawn was one such woman. Fooling around in the slow-moving freight elevator, letting guys cop feels off her while she just giggled and acted coy, stuff like that (I’d heard that from female co-workers, jealous of Meshawn getting attention I’d imagined.) She didn’t seem loose or to be messing around with any one particular guy (or several of them.) She just seemed like a typical young lady with the typical number of wolves sniffing around her. Hell, I sniffed in my own private way when she was around. We’d warmed up to each other over time. She saw I wasn’t trying like others to get into her blue jeans, and that made it easier for us to work together, and for me to butter her up with flattering comments (I gave her a stuffed, toy fox I’d won at the State Fair for her birthday…told her it was because she was the real fox, she laughed at that.) Anyway, a year after we’d worked in the same area we were given a very physical assignment. Product was arriving in large boxes that needed to be unpacked, then sorted, then repacked in different boxes, then the packing materials in the unpacked boxes had to be sorted to be packed up for re-use. It was tedious and tiresome, but it needed doing. I rolled my sleeves and got to work soon after the horn went off. Meshawn tentatively started working, but she wasn’t terribly interested in this boring task.Soon after, she took a break and for most the day she either sat down and watched me go at it while speaking to one of the many male co-workers who came around to chat, or she just sat. I really didn’t care, her fine self just being there was motivating me.What I didn’t know was, she was being watched. That day, and the next (she worked about the same the second day, that is to say, not much at all.) The assignment was finished, a bit ahead of schedule. My boss (and his boss) quizzically had asked me how much of the work had been done by Meshawn, and I alluded that she’d done as much as I’d accomplished. This seemed to satisfy them, and in truth although I’d done more than my fair share, I was happy to do it. I needed the exercise, working hard made the day go by faster, and Meshawn had helped clear up a lot of that packaging which bursa escort needed to be re-used or recycled. My “fib” had saved Meshawn’s job it seemed, or at the very least saved her from hot water and a demotion out of the area. This is what Meshawn had heard through the g****vine (no secrets in this place, you know how that goes)And this is what she told me, after finding me upstairs in a very “alone” part of that old, four-story brick building we used to work in, hauling away product in large bins to be sent off-plant for recycling. She thanked me, and hugged me (not the first time we’d hugged for any reason, but it was a long, lingering one.)Then she looked at me with those dark, brown eyes of hers and kissed me with those rich, full lips of hers. We hugged harder, kissed several more times. I flicked my tongue-tip out against her lips, teasing them. Looked into her eyes, wondering what she might have planned next, if anything in that barely-used, slightly warm (even in winter) part of the area.She asked me to follow her, and leading me by the hand we went to a corner where several bales of cut-up product was stored. Large, burlap-wrapped sacks full of cotton-ball soft material, stacked up on pallets. No idea what they had planned for this stuff, or how long it’d been there. Who cared, this was no time for 20 questions. She felt one, pushed it and another two or three on the oaken-wood planked floor, and made a comfy “bed.” Resting ourselves on them, we giggled and held hands, rolling against each other. Kissed some more, looked around from time to time to make sure we were truly on our own. Meshawn kicked her shoes away, shucked her jeans and shorts off, and rolled over on her stomach. Wiggled that sweet, firm ass of hers at me while grinning like the fox she was, inviting me in.Hell yeah, it’s on now. I yanked my chinos down, leapt up behind her on my knees for balance, and mounted Meshawn’s ass which she’d raised up in anticipation. There were no tubes in the fixtures above, but sunlight streamed in through large windows near the ceiling; this natural light and heat added to the excitement of the two of us literally “fucking in broad daylight.”I guided myself into Meshawn’s blue-red pussy and leaned forward to ease myself all the way in to my balls, my hands groping for Meshawn’s ripe tits through her loose cotton top, her back arching in such way her stomach went down as her behind went up and back towards me. Meshawn rested her head on her crossed wrists; turned her face towards me with her eyes closed and her mouth open as if preparing to make sounds of pleasure.Well, you know how the rest of this goes. I fucked and bucked her hot-ass snatch so hard at times my whole body came off the bale we were screwing on. My knees poking through them right into the floor, but I felt no pain. Nothing like the feel of hips and pelvis meeting firm ass and thigh muscles, my dick pushing into a slippery box that gripped me like a velvet vise. I liked and sucked at Meshawn’s ear as my head bursa escort bayan fell next to hers, my hands mashed between her breasts and stomach, and the material beneath us. I couldn’t wait to explode, and at that point I wasn’t sure I’d have the strength to lift myself off her, despite my rhythmic thrusts.Hoisting myself up using my worn-out elbows, I popped myself out from her folds after several more energetic pumps, and caught hold of my dick with my limp fingers just in time to aim several milky blasts of cum on Meshawn’s glistening ass. She wiggled that thang in appreciation, encouraging me to keep shooting my stuff, yeah baby cum on me. Man, I’d no idea this sweet and friendly young lady was such a freak. She laid flat on the now flattened bale under us, and I bounced my wet cock on her (now sticky) buns, spreading my juice over her cheeks and upper thighs like jelly on warm toast. Then I, too had to collapse and catch my breath. Wow, what a thrill-ride. Best of all, we hadn’t been disturbed by as much as a fly, and since she’d caught me in the last hour of the shift, it was nearly time to go home. What a day.I kind of figured this was a “one-off” deal, but Meshawn and myself remained friendly (as in “fuck-buddy friendly”) for quite some time afterward, even when we went to different jobs to different areas. She eventually married several years down the road, and left work to go live with her new beau in Utah. That was well over fifteen years ago, and those who knew her still miss her. The “Chocolate Pudding” tag goes back to the time we were alone in a break room on a quiet evening shift. It was late in the week, late in the shift, and for some reason everyone else had left early. Which left only about four people left in the area, save for the boss, and we couldn’t all break at the same time. Meshawn and me were talking and flirting in that rather private, out of the way break area when she noticed my pudding cups (two of them, I wasn’t in an “eating big” mood, I guess.)”I love chocolate pudding,” she said. “I love your chocolate pudding skin” I said. She snickered loudly at this, pushing at me with her nails. “I love your chocolate body, you hot thing, you” I volunteered. We weren’t a “regular thing” since that first encounter, but we’d shared more than a few intimate encounters afterwards at our places after hours. I was simply being honest.I scooted up closer to her, gave her thigh a gentle squeeze, kissed her neck. The break room door was locked, and there were windows looking out, but they were covered with large posters at the time. It was also quite dark just outside this room, as the area it was in wasn’t being used anymore. Hell, this was an opportunity unfolding. Being cautious, I slipped to the door and looked outside left and right and back again, before closing it and making sure it was locked. Walking back to the table, I stood right next to Meshawn and jerked my pants down to my knees. “Suck this dick, baby.” I’d pleased her with my mouth and fingers several escort bursa times before, just for the fun and delight of it. I’d honestly never thought to ask for her to return the favor, and she hadn’t suggested it, either. I was strongly hinting at it, now. She squealed, and said I was crazy. But after glancing behind me at the door, she looked up at me while her pink tongue poked out, jabbing at my penis-head like a boxer.Meshawn sucked on my cock-tip for a minute or two, gently scratching my nuts with her fingernails. I desired she take me further in, or lick me all up and down. That gave me an idea; reaching back for one of those pudding cups, I yanked the cover off and threw it aimlessly across the room.”I’ve got some chocolate for that hot mouth!” Rubbing my tip in that cold, creamy gel I scooped up a nice wad as Meshawn bit her lower-lip to keep a straight face. “Oh, my, god. You are crazy.” “Yeah, well I’m getting a blowjob from a hot-ass honey, who loves chocolate. Here, taste some.” She parted her lips, and I poked my pudding-covered head in that soft hole of hers. In and out, lips getting all smeared, pudding leaking out in small globs. I wasn’t going to last long like this.I pulled out and re-loaded, asked Meshawn to open up and show me that tongue. She obeyed me, and I smeared my cock over that coral-pink licker of hers, in side-to-side strokes. She playfully nibbled at me with her now chocolate-gooey pearly whites.”Mmm, aah! Oh yeah, I’m gonna cum. Taste my vanilla cream, you hot little mama!” Corny as hell, I know. “I’m gonna add vanilla hot sauce to your chocolate, ahhh here it comes!” I was cradling Meshawn’s head in my palm, holding it steady. My dick was half-way in that bright-smiling mouth of hers, and I wanted every drop to land in there, chocolate mess and all.My hips rolled and jizz spurted out of me, as Meshawn’s lips held me in place. To her horny credit, she didn’t pull back or let me go, accepting a half-dozen shots of hot semen, which I pictured flowing on her tongue and coating her inside cheeks. “Ahh, yes. Yes, yes, yes. Hot cream, taste my hot cream, baby. Mmm. Mmm. Taste my spunk.” Damn, I was spent. She let me go, and still horny as hell, I held her head back as I stroked her face and dark-ruby red lips with my softening dick, tapping it on those lips and that small gap between her two front teeth, Might be awhile before I do THIS again, I was thinking (but it wasn’t the last time Meshawn blew me, thank goodness.) I shook the last few dew drops onto her blouse like a nasty boy, then thanked her for what she’d done as I was genuinely grateful. “And next time, I’ll bring tapioca.” We didn’t do anything like that again at work, there were few opportunities to be quite so alone. Oh, well. Plenty of time to spend outside of work, and in any case Meshawn enjoyed how horny I got fondling her ass when no one else was around to see. I’d see her leave for work (on my day off, after we’d spent a night together) dressed fairly nice, lips and make-up carefully done, and I’d tell her how sexy she looked with chocolate on her face, and my hot sperm as well. She blushed and giggled, chiding me for my nastiness. “Me? You helped, sweet thing.” She was a chocolate Goddess, period.

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