It was a night club just like any other city in the world, except this one far from home.

This happened to in Sydney, Australia. You may ask, what’s a brother doing up in Sydney? To soak up some sun and get some bit of ‘Down Under’ going on inside me. I wish I can think of any other answer that’ll be easy enough. I got myself a four-week holiday from work and I’m enjoying every moment of it. I would opted spending it in Europe except I can’t stand winter; ditto goes for the U.S., too. Australia just seemed like the next best thing. A month ago I watched a movie that starred Hugh Jackman and Nicole Kidman aptly titled ‘Australia’. I just knew I had to be there.

And so, here I am, a black man in the midst of white crowd, but I’m cool as I stroll into the club. I’d been bored cooped up with myself alone at the hotel all day. I’ve hit the beach, ogled the young honies walking around. I love young white sluts, don’t get me wrong, but sometimes they tend to want to mess with a brother’s mind, like they think I’ve nothing better to do than buy them drinks all night. Old women — Milfs, if you wanna call them that — are easy-going, relaxed, and know what they want and seldom play that boyfriend/girlfriend type of drama young dames are known for. I’ve in the country forty-eight hours and knew I had to get me some pussy before the night was over. Old pussy or young one, don’t care. When it comes down to scoring, I’m not usually the picky sort of fellow.

I absorb the loud music and excitement blasting inside — sounds like a cross between House and techno stuff. I struggle to get to the bar, pushing through the crowd till finally I hollered to a lad behind the counter to come over; he was busy mixing cocktails like crazy. While I surveyed the crowd while I waited, which was a good thing too because that was when I caught sight of the gorgeous red-head seated on a stool beside me.

She appeared alone with herself, shaking her head to the music. She had on a black t-shirt with Led Zeppelin emblazoned on it; her jeans looked all tight on her. My eyes found her wedding ring and I then wondered what a married dame like her was doing alone in a joint like this?

I tapped her arm and she turned to look at me with curious pair of eyes.

I tried to yell above the loud noise around. “I love your t-shirt,” I said, pointing at it.

She caught my meaning and smiled and leaned closer to yell into my ear, “Thanks. It was a birthday gift.”

My drink arrived and I asked if she’d care for one; she asked for a Black Russian. Her name was Marilyn, I soon found out. She got off the stool and took me to a corner where there was a free table away from the noise. I found out also that she was a regular at the club; she often came whenever she and her husband were keeping each other’s distance. She asked my name and I told her — Olu Shango. She genuinely liked the sound of it, especially when I told her I was from Nigeria.

Curiosity got the better of me and I asked where her hubby was. She told me he was home sulking with himself; she sounded like she couldn’t have cared wherever he was or what he was doing with himself at the moment. We talked and I ordered another round and that got her to loosen up more.

She touched my groin and felt me rock hard down there.

I made my move on her after and Marilyn responded in kind and slid closer on me till our faces was inches from each other. We laughed and before you knew it we were kissing like crazy. Her tongue danced and flicked against mine while touched and squeezed her body. My hand slipped under her t-shirt and felt her tits; she had no bra on. She touched my groin and felt me rock hard down there. It was a good thing our corner booth was sort of hidden from view so nobody caught what we were doing. Right away I knew what the bitch wanted.

“How about we go someplace else,” I said to her.

“Yes . . . yes, we should,” she replied.

I settled the bill then we split. Outside Marilyn hailed us a cab and told the driver where to go — her place. I would have preferred my hotel but at that moment I didn’t fucking care where she wanted us to go. As long as I got to tear that pussy of hers, I didn’t really mind. We continued our kissing frenzy in the backseat; the driver sniggered at us through his rear-view mirror but kept his attention to his driving.

We got to her place — some apartment building in the heart of the city. We went inside and rode an elevator and got off at the right floor and down a corridor till we got to a door and then she unlocked it with her key.

“Honey, I’m home!” she hollered as she locked the door behind me then led me inside, smiling while she did. “Honey, I brought a friend I’d like you to meet.”

Andrew, her husband, was drinking a beer in the living room and watching something on TV. He stood up and the wife introduced us and just like that, he welcomed me into his home. Marilyn sat me beside him then jumped on top of me. We kissed each other hard and my hands groped her butt while Andrew watched us. We got out of our clothes and then I had the bitch on her knees while her and her man gasped at my cock.

“Come taste this black cock!” I pushed her head towards me and jammed my cock down her throat. Right away she started gagging on my dick like a horny motherfucker. Her man switched off the TV and stroked his penis while watching us go at each other. She leaned across from me and I fingered her pussy and made her squirm while she kept choking down on my dick.

Afterwards it got to be my turn and I laid her on the sofa and ate her pussy. She squirmed even more, caressed my head all the while my face remained glued to her cunt. She called out for her hubby. Her came over and kissed her tits and lips while she jerked her hips against my tongue. I made her cum but I was just getting started. My cock was itching for that pussy.

I sat on the sofa and she straddled me. Andrew helped with inserting my cock inside her as she lowered her butt down on me. Marilyn rode me harder and harder, panting louder too. I sucked on her tits, smacked her ass hard and made her yelp aloud while bucking against me. I thrust my hips at her; she whimpered and groaned with hungry lust. We fell into a perfect rhythm rocking each other like a well-oiled machine.

Later I pushed Marilyn off me and pulled her over to suck me clean. When she was done, I gestured at her to turn around and hug the sofa, which she did. I got on top and shoved my prick into her velvet wet-hole. I held her down by her waist and just went on fucking her hard. Her husband was beating his cock and enjoying the show; now and then he told me to fuck the bitch harder, which I did. I was like a crazed horse; no one was going to tell me then to get off his wife. I reached a hand down between her legs and rubbed at her clit. Her body thrust back at me, wanting me to finish her off. She had herself another orgasm not long.

I still wasn’t done with the bitch. I lifted Marilyn up from the couch and rested her on the arm rest of the couch and went on tearing that pussy up. She kept screaming my name — “Ohhh Shango! Ohhhhh fuck me! Fuck me, you Nigerian bastard!”

Her words drove me crazy and I was growling while I went on slamming that pussy like I was stabbing her heart with my cock. I barely listened to the sound of her cries even as I felt myself roaring to a climax. The moment came and I drove my entire load deep inside her pussy. She held me on top of her, not wanting to let me go, not until I was done emptying every drop inside of her.

I turned to Andrew, “Where’s the bedroom?”

He pointed towards a corridor. “Down that way”, he said.

“Don’t come inside for another hour,” I told him and helped Marilyn to her feet and together we went towards the bedroom.