My Tall African and My Little Friend
By: Byron George
Tags: Erotic Romance, Sex, Erotica, Women, Love

What A Woman

Taller than me by at least a foot, big hair and big boobs, and purple-black skin, my friend Amanda is the best of the fuck buddies from my time in Dubai. I asked her out for a bet with my pals when we were on a long weekend. In the nightclub above a well-known hotel, with live music and more hookers than I think I’ve ever seen in one place, my mates teased me to go with her, because they saw me chatting pleasantly with this Amazonian woman, who just stood out next to me. She was head and shoulders taller than me, well it appeared that way with that Afro style hair and high heeled boots, with her tight jeans tucked into them.

We swapped mobile phone numbers and have kept in touch for the past 20 plus years, meeting up on our travels in other countries such as Thailand, Malaysia, and Europe. We still have on-line calls to this day. I certainly won that bet for she has been the most honest friend and one of the best blowjobs in my long life. I have written about our meeting in Desert Loves my first erotic novel. Amanda has such a warm heart, she is welcome to visit me or call me anytime and I may even visit her in her home now she is living on her own land in Nigeria. She has bought a smallholding and is the lady of the manor with a few cows, worked by a local woman and happily living the relaxed life she deserves. She got married in Ghana a couple of years back but that didn’t last long. She is like me, a lover of the peripatetic life, she has lived here and there, travelled hither and thither, become self-confident and far too independent to be tied to one man or place for too long.

When I went to Kuala Lumpur she was still officially a design student, and her apartment was being paid for by an Austrian lover, who also paid her study fees, I was just a good shag that visited occasionally, but she could never get enough of my “little Friend” as she called my dick. On our first few meetings in Dubai previously I had never given her a moment’s peace over 3 days, so much so that she begged to go home to her own apartment for a day’s rest. Maybe it was her size, but I always wanted to give her the best of my experience and strength. She always did give in return also until she could give no more.

Back in Malaysia, I had made a surprise visit, and she had come to my hotel and had to re-arrange her guy with some story or another. I had been going through a phase where I could not cum whilst laying flat on the bed, I had to be on foot, up against a wall, and stretched out and tense, to let go. I don’t know what it was, it might have been psychological, but anyhow, Amanda changed all that in one fell swoop.

She had arrived by taxi and we had a couple of drinks in the lounge while catching up on things in general, then chilled, we went up to the room to make love before dinner later, as was our normal routine. This time though Amanda took control as soon as we got into the room. We stood at the end of the bed and kissed longingly. She had the most amazing tongue movement and while I was intent on enjoying that kiss, she struck and virtually ripped my polo shirt over my head and in what seemed like the same movement had unbuckled my belt and forced my chinos and underpants down. It was done so quickly that I was taken by surprise, I tried to fight back by releasing her bra strap and pushing her t-shirt and bra over her big hair braids. Maybe that was her plan, to get me to concentrate on those, exposing her huge, heavy breasts. We were still standing at the end of the bed as I unzipped her jeans and forced my hand inside to feel her wetness, boy she must have been horny because I’d never felt her panties so moist. She loved to wear silky panties with frills of lace or even feathery edging, and she would often have a nightie chemise top to match for when in bed later. We had both kicked our jeans and chinos off to one side, I was completely naked, Amanda still had her panties on but I could see how wet they were when I bent to take one nipple in my mouth, the humidity had made us both glisten with sweat and I just slipped back when she suddenly pushed me onto the bed. This was what she had wanted all along, I knew because she beamed a smile from ear to ear as she bent over me and took my throbbing hard erection fully into her mouth. She somehow positioned her heavy breasts there and put my penis in her cleavage for a few movements and I was in and out of her mouth like I’d been jumped by a beast of the forest. She ate me, she devoured me, that amazing tongue of hers coiled around and around my glans, the feeling was something I’d never had before or since, and there was no question that I would need to stand to let go, for she was in full control. She licked then sucked but somehow her tongue had a texture that pulled at my foreskin and rolled it up and down, until with a flick she took everything out of me, her hands pumped my balls and she stepped back with a smile of conquest, opened her lips slightly to show me then went to the washroom to rinse. I was still shaking and trembling and twitching on the bed when she came back and climbed up my body with those magnificent breasts, she worked our sweat-soaked bodies before positioning herself over her little friend, who was still erect in anticipation, and she rode me until reaching out for my hands to clench, she also clenched her lips, jaw and teeth before letting out a strange sound, rather like a zzzzinng, before her pussy muscles also clenched then released a slight stream of liquid onto my belly, and down my thighs, making my perineum feel like a riverbed.

I can surely say that Amanda fucked me that night in Kuala Lumpur, she is one hell of a lover. I think she must have saved that up since those times in Dubai, to get her own back for those 3-day sessions.