I Am Awoke – Part 1 by Southern Boob Lover

PLEASE CUM TO MEWhen we woke up, the clock said it was 1 o’clock in the afternoon. Connie and I had slept like babies after that all of the graduation partying we had done. I was the last one to wake up.

“Time to get up, sexy.” Connie said to me.

I was still rubbing my eyes and stretching when there was a light knock at the door. Connie did not care who saw her, she was a true exhibitionist who loved her body and wanted everyone to see it.

When she opened the door, the family’s cook pushed in a cart full of food. I did not know about Connie but I was really hungry. I got out of the bed and headed into the bathroom to take care of my business and to wash my face and hands.

The cook set up the food on the table in the sitting room. She had made all of the items for a nice weekend brunch. There was even a bottle of champagne and a bottle of orange juice for us to make mimosas.

After the cook had left, we sat down at the table and ate and drank like we had been stranded on a desert island for a year. The food and the alcohol satisfied our appetites.

Connie and I took the rest of the champagne into the bathroom and hopped into the Jacuzzi tub. We drank straight from the bottle like winos and sat and enjoyed the soothing water.

We talked about what we were going to wear tonight when we went out with Katrina. First of all we agreed no panties and no bras. Connie made sure that I understood this by pinching my nipples several time. I laughed at her and even called her a bitch.

“I am going to wear a body hugging cocktail dress that is off of the shoulder and is slit up the side. Black Sistah is going to be the baddest looking bitch on the block tonight.”

Connie chimed in, “My Black Sistah is going to look fierce but when White Mama puts on her red ass hugging mini-dress that is strapless and is slit up the back to the ass. We shall see!!!”

Katrina had sent me a text letting me know to be ready at about six. I texted her back to ask where we were going and she said it was a surprise.

By six, Connie and I were looking like a couple of high priced escorts. There was little left to the imagination with the outfits that we had on. We did each others makeup and could surely pass for 21 if asked. (We also had fake college ID’s if needed.) Our pledge of no bra’s and panties was kept. We did put pasties on our nipples to help our nipples from poking too far out.

Even Katrina did a double take when she came to pick us up.

“What the fuck do you two have on?” She asked as we got into her car.

“Damn Kat, I have seen you wear less than this when you hang out with your girls.” I told her.

“That’s right and my black ass is over 21 and grown.” She shot back at me.

All of the seriousness broke after about 30 seconds of silence and we all broke down and started laughing.

“Katrina, where are we going to dinner at?” Connie questioned Katrina.

“We are on our way up to Baltimore to eat at Dalesio’s Restaurant in Little Italy. I know that you all love some pasta.” Katrina answered back.

Connie and I shook or heads in agreement at the idea of Italian food for dinner. On the 40 minute ride to Baltimore, we told Katrina in detail about the pool party from last night. Katrina did not seem too surprised at all that we told her. She did have us tell her more about our new slave/friend Gina. I could see that Katrina was a little more than interested about Gina, but I did not push her for reasons.

As we pulled up to the restaurant, Katrina commented, “I guess I will valet tonight because you two scanks look like hookers and I surely ain’t trying to take a charge tonight.”

As we got out of the car, Connie and I purposely gave the valet boys an eyeful. I uncrossed my legs and let him see my glory. Connie had hiked hers up even more and you could see all pussy and ass. Katrina saw what we had done and just shook her head and called us baby hoes.

The dinner was so delicious. Connie and I enjoyed our meals and all of the small talk that we were having with Katrina. Katrina noticed that we were getting a lot of attention from the male and female wait staff. The chef and the Maitre ‘D even came over to talk with us about the meal. We were brought Bellini’s that were sent over by three different gentlemen. Connie and I were getting pretty toasty.

The Maître d came back to the table and asked if we wanted to tour the kitchen and the wine cellar. Connie and I turned down the offer but Kat decided to take him up on his offer. He escorted her away from the table. Connie and I stayed to finish off our drinks.

Kat returned to the table about 25 minutes later. She looked a little different. Her hair was a little out of place as was her dress.

“Was the tour at all interesting?” Connie inquired.

“Hell yeah, the kitchen and the food that they were making was great. The wine cellar was even better. That place is an alcoholic’s nightmare and so much liquor from everywhere. Vincent the Maitre D was a great guide. He showed me everything and then some.” Katrina told us with a big smile.

We gave her a telling look that we know she did something.

“Bitches listen and listen well. Vincent walked me into the kitchen where all of these great looking Italian guys greeted me with kisses to my hands and the double cheek European kiss to each cheek. They were very friendly. I even was pinched on the ass several times. Vincent told me that Italians were very friendly like that and it was a sign of affection and not disrespect. I did not take anything negative from it. We continued on to the wine cellar where it was very tight between the aisles. Vincent was very close behind me and kept bumping me in the ass. I even dead stopped once or twice causing his junk to smack me on the ass several times. Vincent got the idea because he grabbed me by the waist and pulled me towards the front of his body. My ass was on his dick. Vincent did a slow grind on my ass and then reached up from my waist to grab a hold of my tittys. I put my head to his shoulder and let him do his thing. I could feel a good ten inches rubbing on my ass. Vincent then unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants. I pulled my dress up above my waist because jizz don’t look good on silk. When Vincent laid that man meat on my ass cheeks I was his. I moved forward to a chair that was at the end of the aisle and grabbed his dick. I went to work giving him a whore’s blowjob. He wanted me to deep throat it and was surprised that I was able to with hardly any gagging. I looked up at his face and saw that his eyes were closed. He kept calling me Bella, Bella, Bella. I had him going and when I rubbed him under his balls and in the area around his ass; he yelled that he was ready to cum. I let go of his dick and let him settle down. I let him sit in the chair and then I sat on his lap facing him. When I pulled my panties to the side and slowly put his dick in my pussy, his face lit up. We started a slow humping motion and he even reached back to pull my ass cheeks further open. He was hitting the right spot and my pussy was sucking it all in. He tried to get my tittys out but needed my help in getting the zipper on my dress down. When he got access to my tittys, he went to town on them. He bite on my nipples, he sucked on my nipples, he licked on my areolas and was squeezing and kneading on my tittys. Vincent who was about 50 was a sex machine who knew how to fuck. We kept up a steady pace and I could feel myself ready to cum. I let Vincent know and he said he was close too. He picked up the pace and was really banging me. The harder he banged, the harder he sucked on my nipples. Vincent knew he was coming and tried to pull out. I told him, hell no and to come in my pussy. I felt that 10 inch dick expand and start shooting in me. That set me off to and I came so hard that I had to grab a hold of him so that I did not fall off of his dick. We sat there just caressing each other when he got a call on the intercom to come to the kitchen. Vincent told me to take my time and clean myself up. He gave me a towel and showed me to the sink. He left as quickly as he had cum. I sat back in the chair and could feel the cum starting to leak from my pussy. I heard and saw someone entering the wine cellar and walking towards me. It was a female wine steward. She asked me if I needed any assistance. Before I could say no, she was on her knees, between my legs, with her head going towards my coochie. She took a quick look up at my face to see my expression. When I shook my head yes, she dove right in. This chick slurped and licked me clean. She was even able to get my panties off. When she tried to hand them to me, I said no and that she could keep them as my thank you. She took the towel from me, wet it and cleaned me up between my legs. She had me to stand up and she put my tittys back in my dress and zipped me up. This chick had a boyish hairstyle and could have been gay, was as soft as an angel with me. I wanted to return the favor but she said no and maybe another time. She gave me her phone and I gave her mines. We punched our names and numbers into each others phones. I had to give her a soul kiss because she was something interesting. I made my way back through the kitchen to hoots and hollers and finally back to our table.”

Connie and I were speechless. We just heard about her sex adventure and were wishing that we were invited.

Kat said, “Close your mouths bitches, you all are not the only hoes in town. Waiter, can we get the check.”

My sister is a true player and I loved it. The waiter brought the check and bag that looked like a fancy wine carrier. Katrina looked at the bill and then at us.

I asked Katrina, “What’s up? Is the bill too much? You do have money right because Little Sistah and her White Mama ain’t about to be in this place busting soap suds and looking like this.”