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(MF, rom, oral, intr) *** After reading a few of these stories, I bet that you guys and gals will like what I have to write. If you do, let me know, and I'll keep writing until I am board of it. I wish that I could say that I am a lawyer or a doctor, but the truth is that I work in a dining hall at an Ivy League college. Not very romantic, eh? One weekend a month I take these skills and use them in my role as a 'combat cook'. (Let's hope they don't activate my unit!) A little more honesty? I'm not beautiful. But I have learned one thing – that doesn't matter. And I think that pisses some women off, but I don't care. I am blonde, 5 foot 8, and weigh about 135 pounds. I have breasts and hips, and I flirt, and I wear 'too much' make-up. No, I'm not beautiful, but I do get a lot of attention. Here is something else that might piss off the females reading this. I like the attention. And I think I understand guys. A lot of girls think that guys believe that sex and love are two different things. They might, I'm not sure. But guys also think (at least sometimes) that sex is love, at least for the few sweaty moments that they are involved. I like that. I like that love. I like it a lot. More about me? I've got a boyfriend. I think he'll ask me to marry him one day, which would be okay. I have also cheated on him. You decide for yourself if that makes me a bitch. I'm not judging myself. My story is about a bitch, though, at least a little. The dining hall that I work in sees a lot of kids come and go. Most are okay. All are too smart. Some just piss you off. There is a group of kids that have just had it too easy all of there lives and don't know how to behave right. Most of the time that doesn't bother me either. So, if kids treat me like I am not there, I can deal with that. It is when they treat me like a servant that gets me mad. I mean, put your fucking dishes away. Know what I mean? It's not like they are heavy. The boys are okay, mostly. The girls are the ones that can give you trouble – or at least tick you off. Mary pissed me off a few times. Too lazy to clear her tray. Too lazy to pick up anything she dropped. That sort. A little black princess that wouldn't give you the time of day unless she needed more in return. But I'm not nasty, so I probably never spit in her food. (Of course I didn't.) Actually, I wouldn't be writing this if she was just a bitch. That wouldn't be worth my time. I am writing this because of something she said to her friends when they were collectively ignoring the help (me!). Mary said, and I quote, "No way, girlfriend, he is too big. I told him he'd have to wait." Okay, now that got my attention. She must have been speaking about David, the boy I see her with. David is a sweetheart. He always smiles, always says hello, and is always polite. I had never thought of him as big. He is only 5 foot 9 or 10, and he is a pretty lean guy. Imagine an African marathon runner, that's what David looks like. I guess its Mary's fault that she made me wonder about him. Shame. She probably should have cleared her fucking table that day also. Her loss. When I saw David later that day a smiled a bit more than normal, touched his arm when we spoke, and wished him a good afternoon. Know what that did? It made it impossible for him not to look for me at dinner. Guys are so easy! David was looking for me that night, like I knew he would be. We chatted again. Then I dropped the bombshell. I said, "I heard a rumor about you. A big rumor – one that has caused you some frustration." He really didn't know how to respond to that, so I just said, "for the record, it doesn't sound like there is a problem with you at all." He smiled – a big smile. Before he could say anything I asked if he could keep a secret. He said yes, so I asked him if he would meet me out back after the kitchen closed and walk me to my car. Anyone out there think he said no? I had about 10 minutes after the kitchen closed to get ready, and only about 45 minutes before my boyfriend would expect me home. That ruled out any clothing change, that's for sure. But that was okay, some guys seem to dig the polyester outfit they make us wear. If you stretch your imagination you can almost make it sexy. (If you get rid of the apron, that is.) Guys like skirts no matter what, and any top that has a zipper instead of buttons is sure to win approval. So I only did two things to get ready for David, I took off my underwear and fixed my make-up. David was waiting for me. He looked good! He was wearing a running outfit – just shorts and a tank top. He was a little more muscular than I originally thought, and the whole package just looked nice. He wanted to hear more about the rumor, and why I was keeping secrets. I just told him to walk me to my car. I had parked next to the small elementary school across the street from the dining hall. The school is surrounded by bushes and small shrubs and during the day you can watch the kids play hide and seek in them. No kids were there now. "David," I said, "I have a boyfriend that I love very much, and the secret is that he doesn't have your problem, but I wish that he did." He was quiet so I said, "maybe we can solve each others problems." He got that … fast! "You're lookin' to make new secrets, right," he said. "Yes, big man, and I only have about 20 minutes to make one." I pulled David behind one of the bushes and kissed him deeply. He pushed me back against the wall and ran his hands up and down the sides of my body while we kissed. I pushed him off, kneeled in front of him, and let him out of his shorts. That bitch Mary was telling the truth! David was rock hard. I couldn't wrap my fingers all the way around him, and I would have needed a third hand to cover the length shaft. I took him in my mouth while stroking him. I worked him hard and fast, all the while trying to make eye contact. I could tell that I was getting to him, and he began rocking back and forth more quickly. I stopped kissing him and while stroking him I asked if he could cum twice because I needed him inside me. He told me not to stop, and I took that as a yes. Not that it would really matter. By this time David had grabbed my head and had started really forcing himself into me. He didn't last long like this and he shot a gloriously large load strait down my throat. There was no break in David. He pulled me up off my knees, pressed me up against the wall, and started squeezing my breasts. There was a lot of power to the boy, and I was totally into him. I was soaking wet and running out of time, so I guided him into position. This was the only time that I was a bit afraid. He must have figured that out because he took pity on me. He entered me very slowly, inch by glorious inch, and let my body get used to his. I cannot really describe the combination of pain and pleasure. I must have been making noise because he covered my mouth with his hand. I had never been this excited in my whole life. Here I was, a white woman, pushed up against a wall by a black man, his hand across my mouth and his penis halfway into me. He must have seen it in my eyes because he (almost) violently pushed the rest of his cock into me. I came so hard I drew blood from his hand, and I knew that he was only beginning. He took me with deep, long strokes. Over and over I felt him pounding into me, over and over I responded with orgasms. Finally, thankfully and sadly, I felt him push deeper into me and cum. I couldn't take any more, I slumped into his arms, he kissed me, but continued to pump until he was through. This was not the last time David and I made secrets. 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