Trashy Black MILF

After months and months of asking, you finally gave up, and agreed to your girlfriend’s demands. She had never been to a bar or out in clubs in her life, and wanted to try the experience. On your end however, you had gone far too many times, pressured by your friends, and did not enjoy the whole experience at all. Music so loud you could barely hear each other talk, lights so dim you have to strain your eyes just to see a little bit, obnoxious creeps who just want to get laid by any means necessary, overpriced booze... No thank you. You could have a more private and much cheaper drinking experience just by drinking at home with friends, and that is what you had resolved on doing from now on. But still she kept on insisting, saying she just wanted to try, at least once. So, you decided that for her birthday you would go to a bar, like she asked. 

On the day of her birthday, when you announced that you were going to go out to a bar, she jumped in joy, hugging and kissing you excitedly. She really was a sweet thing, and you loved her with all your heart, and it kind of made you regret not agreeing to this sooner, seeing her this happy. At least now she was going to see why you were so reluctant, on how the experience was far from amazing. After over an hour of dressing up, she was finally ready, and you headed to the bar, a shady place in the bad part of town. As much as you loved her and wanted to make her happy, at the same time you didn’t want her enjoying this too much, or she would want to come back again, something you definitely wanted to avoid. 

The place was dimly lit, and had a stale beer stench throughout. You were already starting to regret your decision of coming here, until you saw your girlfriend’s enthusiasm was barely dampened by the look of the place, as she almost skipped to the nearest booth, sitting down with a smile. You headed to the bar, shaking your head and ordering two drinks, bringing them over to your table once they were ready.  
 
“See, I told you, you weren’t missing out on much... should we just go somewhere else after these? Now that you have seen what it actually is, we can celebrate your birthday somewhere a little more... respectable.” 

But she shook her head, still smiling in wonder, somehow. 

“No, I’d like to stay here, get the full bar experience! I know it isn’t much, but I really want to be able to say that I went to a bar in my youth, and I don’t think dropping by for a single drink really counts.” 

You sigh in exasperation, making your girlfriend chuckle. Looks like this was going to be a long night. That’s when you spotted him, sitting on a stool at the bar, alone. Some white trash looking guy, skinny with used clothing, eyeing the other patrons in a predatory way, scanning the room until his sight fell on your girlfriend, where it stopped. His mouth turned up in a twisted perverted smile, like he had just found his prey. People really had no shame, you thought as he kept eyeing her up and down, even with you sitting right in front of her, the obvious indication that she was taken. On her end she was oblivious to all this, still chatting with you, while you responded in mono-syllables, keeping an eye on the creep. 

Then, all of a sudden, you felt the sudden urge to pee. Confused, you looked at your glass which you had been slowly sipping, still more than half full. But before you had the time to question the fullness of your bladder, the urge surged, and you almost peed yourself right there. You excused yourself to your girlfriend, who was in the middle of a sentence, and rushed to the bathroom, relieving yourself. Washing your hands quickly, you headed out the bathroom to find your fears had been valid, and the creep was at your table, chatting up your girlfriend while you were gone. Furious, you stomped over to the table to confront him. 

“Excuse me? What do you think you're doing, coming over here and talking to my girlfriend while I am gone?” 

He turned to you, the same predatory smile and look on his face, eyeing you up and down. 

“Oh, I’m sorry Ms., it’s just that your daughter here looked so beautiful, I just had to come and talk to her. You don’t mind, do you?” 

As he talked, you felt reality shift around you, like a sudden jump accompanied with motion sickness. You felt off, like your whole body was different. Trying to regain a grip on your senses, you grabbed a hold of the table with your delicate, manicured hand. Wait... was that right? And those wrinkles... were they supposed to be there? You brought your other hand to your head, combing your long flowing hair back, trying to get rid of that pounding headache. What happened? Did you change somehow. Regaining some clarity, you looked down at yourself. You were wearing the same dress you had chosen when preparing yourself to go out for your daughter’s birthday... you had that same killer figure, a little used by age and giving birth, but you still looked damn good. Yes, everything was in order. 

Looking back up at the stranger and your daughter, you couldn’t help but frown. You had indeed brought your daughter out on her birthday so that maybe she could get lucky and meet a nice young man. But this trailer trash hick wasn’t who you had in mind. So, you stepped between them, clacking your heels, trying to muster a threatening face, which was hard with your soft feminine features. 

“Actually, I do mind mister. I am having a drink with my daughter and would rather you leave us alone.” 

His gaze turned to you, and you noticed him taking a good look at you, eyes lingering on your plentiful curves, large waist and respectable bosom. You recoiled in disgust. Who did this guy think he is? Still ogling you openly, he spoke up. 

“I think the reason you actually mind is because you would prefer that I be hitting on you rather than your gorgeous daughter. Face it, you do look like a Cougar.” 

You felt reality ripple again around you. You adjusted your tight tank top over your very large fake tits, scolding yourself for not having checked how your boobs were placed and the state of your heavy makeup while in the washroom. Sure, you lived for hot young pieces of ass like the guys standing before you. In fact, you would have gladly taken him home, if only your daughter was present to judge you, and for the fact that he looked like a dirty hick. But it had been a while since you had quality time with some young hunk, so despite his obvious shortcomings, you still found yourself fantasizing about this boy, and you teaching him the art of sweet lovemaking... or rough fucking. You kept yourself from biting your lower lip in excitement as horniness washed over you. After a few moments you realized you were staring directly at his bulging groin, and you redirected your gaze to his face, switching from the spaced out look you had back to your unappreciative frown. 

“Who are you calling Cougar, boy? And even if I did like to prey on young men, as this baseless stereotype entails, I wouldn’t be interested in trailer trash like you. We girls have class, you know?” 

You looked back at your daughter who was still sitting in the booth silently, tapping away on her cellphone, obviously ashamed of this whole conversation and wanting no part of this. You turned back to the man who started talking again. 

“Classy? I thought your daughter said you lived in this run-down part of town. And the way you look, that obviously seems more trashy than classy to me.” 

Again, with the nauseating headache. What was going on with that guy’s voice? You shook your head, cheap earrings dangling around you. When you regained your senses, you smiled back at the good-looking man you had been flirting with, bending slightly over to show as much cleavage as you could to him. 

“How about we get out of here? Mommy needs some dick in her now.” 

Behind you a sigh in exasperation, as your daughter stood up from her seat, rolling her eyes. She was obviously getting used to your antics, and didn’t expect anything more from you. Without much class she reached underneath her tight booty shorts and adjusted her thong, then started walking towards the door. 

“I’m going to wait in the car Mom, don’t fucking take too long, I wanna get home, this birthday sucks ass!” 

You didn’t even answer your daughter, still focused on the man in front of you. She could be such a needy bitch sometime, she needed to learn how to just relax and have a good time. And even if it was her birthday, it wasn’t all about her. It's not every day that you found a nice hunk like that to have fun with. He was smiling at you, seeming to think for a few seconds, before answering back. 

“Sure thing honey! This little white boy can’t wait to pound this huge black ass of yours!” 

One final shift happened as you felt his hands on your big butt. You had put on some weight over the years, most of it on your ass, but you found men, and more importantly boys, love that big ghetto booty. You smiled, pushing your butt back against his hand, putting your hand around his shoulder and walking with him outside to your old banged up car, where your daughter was already sitting. Once you arrived at your place, you couldn’t wait to tear his pants off and see what he was packing, much to the discontent of your daughter, who scoffed in disgust and ran to her room. 

Then you proceeded to show the man how a beautiful black MILF like yourself treated young inexperienced boys like him, giving him the best blowjob of his life, riding him like a professional and even letting him titty fuck you. You kept telling yourself that you would have to visit that bar more often if you were going to pick up some more boys in the near future, and you didn’t care that your worthless daughter did not approve and gave you shit. You were your own woman.