Insatiable Chronicles, Poker Face

**First installment of a collection of my thoughts, experiences and fantasies pertaining to my attempts at controlling, celebrating, and expressing the nasty slut that I am. Please enjoy**

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I am eating at a fast food joint, standing at the high counter top simply watching people when I see him; a smooth brotha, a hard body brown man, long silver specked dreads jumping back from his clean scalp and chocolate eyes dancing into mine from across the room.

Poker face. I am not available. He will not know of my attraction to him. He will be left without a clue that this young white woman knows exactly what he's thinking.

He registers my poker face; there's no play here, sorry, baby; the dancing is retracted from his gaze, but then his gorgeous eyes start to do that squint. He knew I had my eyes on his face and he let his eyes squint ever so slightly, and then he let them flicker down the contour of my body and settle on my ass. I keep my poker face on. I have a half a second to break this look at him before it is obvious that he is affecting me. Poker face.

I watch his face as he simply stares, eyes almost imperceptibly squinted. His round lips begin to tense and the lower lip pulls in just a bit, just a tiny bit, suggesting he is biting the very inside of his lip. Proof that he wants me. That makes my clit jump with excitement, blood rushes to my vulva and my jeans press tightly to my swelling and sweltering labia.

I look away and begin to stare, emotionless, at my meal. My mind is wandering and I want badly to feel him pressed up against my ass, fat long hard-on squeezed tight between our bodies, to feel that heart-throb in his dick catching rhythm with the one tormenting my pussy. To have his broad chest assaulting my petite arched back with its ragged intake of breath, his voice in my ear, teeth fucking my ear lobe as he growls out the nasty words I know are racing through his very blood vessels at this moment!

I pack up my leftovers and close my eyes for a millisecond, turned so he cannot see my face. My need is palpable, my want is engulfing; his hands roaming softly over every inch of my skin are all I crave.

I will not pursue him; I will not invite him to fuck me; I will not ask to taste that strong firm cock that I know begs to point down my throat and bring tears of gratitude to my eyes.

Oh the thankful song my body would sing for his relentless fucking! The gurgles my throat would forego if I could swallow his cum! The trembling spasms my entire being would surrender to if this man would just take me right now, right NOW!

I saw his smooth dark brown skin, struggling to contain those swollen muscles in his arms, I saw those thick thighs packed full of hard animal endurance. I KNOW his fine strong hips would cause my ass to dance for his sparkling eyes while he thrusts his strength into my pussy thru his hard fat long dick, up and back, up and back, up and back, up, up and UP! PLEASE! Oh please!

I can almost feel one of his large hands gripping onto my little tit too tight, too hard, while he gains balance against the fucking and the fucking and the fucking he could do to me. I need him! I need his chocolate body!

I need that gourmet delicious pain I know he can serve me. I need his finely tuned control to overpower my ability to reason through sweet pussy punishments. I need to cum. I NEED TO CUM.

I turn back toward him with my breath caught in my chest and his senses catch my movement. At the very moment our eyes would meet I succeed in averting my gaze nonchalantly and begin walking smoothly toward him. Hot wet friction in my panties melts my balance and I catch a woozy head as I close the gap between us. I am not looking at him; I am looking past him out the window over his shoulder, poker-faced.

In my side vision I can see him lean back in his chair and shift his pelvis slightly. I know he is uncomfortably hard, I know he is looking at me, I know he wants me.

I am next to him but moving fast through the front door as if I had somewhere to go, busy, busy, can't stop to make nice. Poker Face.