Nigga Luvvas Ch. 01

All characters are adults.

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Terrie was fucking a big Nigger when Liz unlocked the door and came in the motel room. Terrie had a mouth full of semen and couldn't talk, so after Liz got an eye full of the show she said, "I think I'll get a drink and be back later."

Terrie and Liz drove up to Capital City for a week of training, and shared a room at one of the better motels out near the interstate. They worked for Probation & Parole back home at Gulf Port, one of the large metropolitan cities in the state.

Liz went to the bar and nursed a couple of drinks for almost an hour. She called her husband twice but got no answer. "Disgusting cocksucker," she thought. The place was dead, about the time she started gathering her bag and coat to leave a student from her training class walked in the door, recognized her, and climbed aboard the stool beside Liz. "How yuh doin?" He asked. It was Tyrone.

"Killing time," Liz answered.

"Can I get you a drink?" He offered.

"I drank two already!" Liz protested. "I prolly should get back to my room while I can still walk!" She smiled.

"One more won't do yuh no harm, besides, don't abandon me here by myself! God only knows what could happen to me!"

"Okay," she said, but just one!"

Tyrone ordered the drinks. "Where's your roomie?" He asked.

"She has company."

"Oh! And you're being sensitive and considerate, I take it?"

"That would be me," Liz replied.

"Probably smart, too," he insinuated.

"Why do you say that?" She asked.

"Man! The training is a mutha! Excuse my French. I been in the book all evening, since we left, and I'm not getting any of it."

"What seems to be the problem?" She asked.

"I don't understand what I'm reading. I need to get a legal dictionary."

"Oh! It can be a problem if you have no legal background," she said.

"You do?" He asked.

"I was a paralegal for a few years, before I got my criminal justice degree. You shoulda got the legal terminology if you majored in criminal justice?" She suggested.

"No, I'm a social worker. We learn how to hold hands and feel your pain!" He took Liz's hand and laughed. She sensed his hands felt soft but strong.

"I'd be happy to help you with the vocabulary," she said.

"Like right now!" Tyrone suggested.

"What time is it, my eyes are a little blurry?" She said.

Tyrone looked at his watch, ten-fifteen," he said.

"Okay. But I gotta get home to shower pretty soon."

"Thank you! I appreciate it," he smiled.

Liz collected her bag and twisted her foot when he stepped off the barstool. "Owww!"

"Are you OK?" Tyrone asked.

Liz forced a smile and said, "Weebles wobble but they don't fall down!" She had a slight limp to Tyrone's room. Inside the room she sat on the edge of his bed, removed her shoe, and rubbed the hurt foot. Tyrone went to the bathroom and returned with a cup of water and a pill.

"What's this?" She examined the white pill.

"Vicodin," he said, " I keep a bottle of them for times like now. Takes the edge off burns and aches. Saves hours at the ER if the problem isn't serious."

Liz looked at Tyrone with some doubts but popped the pill in her mouth and took a sip of water. Tyrone uncovered a pillow, placed it against the headboard, and invited her to get comfortable. Then he fetched his book and got beside her on the bed. Liz went through all the legal terms they had covered in class, and found herself nodding off. "I think the pill is working!" She mumbled.

"Do you feel okay?" Tyrone asked.

"Yeah, kinda spacy but good," she said.

Tyrone put his hand on her leg. "Your hand feels warm," she smiled. "Feels good on the skin."

"Maybe you need a massage." Tyrone suggested.

"Yes, that would be nice," she smiled and turned over onto her stomach, and folded her arms beneath her head for her face to rest on. She closed her eyes.

Tyrone straddled her legs and slipped his hands and long fingers up her back beneath her sweater to the shoulders. Lis cooed, "Want me to take off the sweater?" Tyrone pulled the sweater up her back then pulled it over her head and off her arms. The tag was marked XL. Tyrone liked a girl with back. He kneaded her shoulders until the muscles became limber and soft. "Take my skirt off," Liz suggested. Tyrone pulled the zipper down, unsnapped the clasp, and the skirt came off when Liz hunched a little. The panties and bra were Hanes, from Wally World he guessed. "Don't forget my legs," she whispered.

After her Nigger left Terrie showered put on a nightie and climbed back in bed. Out of town training was a welcome respite from her old man, Mel. She liked turning on younger guys, and gals if the right one came along. Conquests were lots of fun, especially the women who had never strayed or had any idea they wanted to. At eleven-thirty she checked the time and wondered what happened to Liz.

At eleven-thirty-five Liz's pussy was full of black cock, pounding her ass hard. She felt like her pussy was gonna sneeze but wasn't quite ready to. She never felt this with Jeremy, her husband. And Jeremy never satisfied her need to be filled. He was big enough, maybe even bigger than Tyrone, but the need was never satiated. She often wondered if Jeremy wasn't queer. She thought a lot when Jeremy fucked her. Tyrone seemed to switch off her mind, like a nice soak in a hot tub. With Tyrone it was all feeling, and now she felt him growing and tensing, and spilling her cunt with liquid fire & ice. Her pussy didn't sneeze, but it came close.

After Tyrone came he pushed his long fingers into her gash, to push the semen back. "Feels good," she whispered. "The pussy like to drink the baby juice," he said. "You gonna help it get a baby?" She asked. "I don't know, maybe if I feed it some more baby juice." "Maybe," she said. Tyrone's dick was wet. "Let me clean you," Liz rose and offered her mouth to his dick. "I want a drink of your baby juice, too!" She smiled.

Terrie was awake when Liz opened the door at twelve-thirty. After Liz was in the bathroom Terrie opened the door and went in. Liz was naked. "You smelled like fresh cum when you came in." Liz said nothing as Terrie moved closer and touched her. "I wanna clean you up," Terrie said as she reached around Liz and put her hands on Liz's ass, pulling her forward. "You can shower in the morning."