Free Best Black Women's Erotica by Blanche Richardson

tip and maybe trying to get George to share a little bit of his wealth? What was wrong with seeing how much I could get?
    And so I put my hand on his thigh, leaned in so that our lips almost touched. “I have an idea.”
    â€œWhat’s that?”
    â€œI’ll give you a kiss if you give me one of those bills in your wallet.”

    I figured all he had to do was say no. And to be honest, a large part of me expected him to say no.
    But he didn’t. He kept his face close to mine as he slowly reached for his wallet and pulled out a fifty-dollar bill. Just like that. Fifty dollars for a kiss.
    I smiled as I took the bill, waved it in the air. “Really?” He nodded yes.
    So I moved in and pressed my lips against his and then because, hell, he’d given me fifty dollars, I parted his lips with my tongue, sliding it into his mouth and wrapping it around his, letting it feel the tip then pressing it deep inside his mouth.
    We pulled apart after Doris Ann yelled out from the dance floor. The Ojays were playing again and she was sticking her finger in the air like John Travolta in Saturday Night Fever.
    I was staring down at the fifty when George touched the side of my bare arm with the tip of his fingers and brushed lightly back and forth. “Come home with me.” Now that we had kissed I noticed his lips were better than nice. They were beautiful, really. Full, almost pouty.
    I kissed the mole on his cheek. “You’re too old for me,” I teased.
    He leaned back and grinned. “What does age have to do with sharing a bottle of good wine and food?”
    But I wanted to keep playing kissing for dollars. The combination of easy money, alcohol, and a man who knew how to kiss was more of a thrill than I thought it would be. Something about getting that fifty made me feel better than I had in a while. Confident. Sexy. Besides, the first fifty was so easy, why stop now?
    I crossed my legs so that my skirt rose up across my brown thighs, then leaned over and traced his ear with my tongue, slowly following along the edge, letting it leave a wet trail. “Instead of dinner, how about another kiss?”

    George held my face between his hands and began covering me with soft, light kisses. When he moved toward my lips I pushed him away. “No, no. That’s not what I meant.” I rubbed my fingers in the air as a hint. “Like last time,” I said.
    His small brown eyes studied mine. When he saw that I was serious he went for his wallet and took out another fifty. He put it in my hand and held it there before bringing my hand to his lips and kissing it softly.
    â€œThank you.”
    â€œYes, but what about my kiss?”
    I smiled and put my arms around him. We kissed harder this time. Our tongues searching each other’s mouths. When I could feel his hands on my waist, gripping me as though, if he could, he’d pick me up and sit me on his lap, I pulled back and whispered against his ear. “I’ll tell you what. Give me a hundred and I’ll let you put your finger inside me.”
    He kept his hands on my waist and touched his forehead to mine. “I really want to have dinner with you. We don’t have to play these games.”
    â€œI know you want to.”
    He shook his head slightly.
    But the alcohol was helping me feel bold and brave. I took his hand and led him to the booth furthest away from the door. After we sat down, I looked around the bar to make sure no one was watching and then hiked my skirt up so he could see my black panties, so he could see me move my panties over and glide my finger deep inside my vagina. My finger glistened after I pulled it out. I gave it a wiggle then ran it from the top of his forehead to just under his nose until he closed his eyes and inhaled.
    He took out a bill and handed it to me before taking my finger and putting it in his mouth, sucking on it with closed eyes.
    I looked around the bar again. Heads stared