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In the heart of New Orleans, a bustling city known for its vibrant culture and sultry atmosphere, lived Victoria, a voluptuous and confident black woman in her late twenties. Victoria was known for her curves, her ebony skin, and her infectious laughter. She owned a popular jazz bar, "The Velvet Melody," where she could often be found serving drinks and charming her patrons with her warmth and wit.

One evening, as Victoria was closing up the bar, she noticed a tall, well-built white man sitting alone at the counter. He had sharp blue eyes and a head full of curly blond hair that cascaded down to his shoulders. He was dressed in a worn leather jacket and jeans, giving him an air of nonchalance that Victoria found intriguing.

"What'll it be, handsome?" Victoria asked, leaning against the counter.

The man looked up and flashed her a smile that could melt ice. "Bourbon, neat. And your name?"

"Victoria," she replied, extending her hand. "And you are?"

"Eric," he said, shaking her hand firmly. "New in town. Heard this was the best place to get a real taste of New Orleans."

Victoria poured him a glass of bourbon and slid it across the counter. "Welcome to New Orleans, Eric. You're in for a treat."

Over the next few weeks, Eric became a regular at The Velvet Melody. He would come in almost every night, and Victoria would pour him his bourbon while they chatted about everything from jazz music to the history of the city. Eric was charismatic and intelligent, and Victoria found his company increasingly enjoyable.

One night, after the bar had closed and they were the only ones left, Eric turned to Victoria and said, "You know, I've been thinking. I'd like to show you something. My place isn't far from here."

Victoria raised an eyebrow. "Oh, really? And what makes you think I'd want to see your place?"

Eric leaned in, his voice low and sexy. "Because I think you'd like what you see. And I'd like to show you."

Victoria felt a shiver run down her spine. She looked into Eric's blue eyes and saw the desire reflected in them. She grinned, making up her mind. "Alright, Eric. Let's see what you've got."

Eric's apartment was a cozy loft filled with an eclectic mix of vintage furniture and modern art. He poured them each a glass of wine and turned on a slow jazz album. Victoria walked around, admiring the artwork and the view of the French Quarter from the balcony.

Eric watched her, his eyes lingering on her curves. He walked up behind her and placed his hands on her hips. "You're beautiful, Victoria," he murmured, his breath warm on her neck.

Victoria leaned back into him, feeling the warmth of his body. "You're not so bad yourself, Eric."

He turned her around to face him and cupped her face in his hands. His lips found hers, and they kissed, soft and slow at first, then deeper and more passionate. Victoria could feel the heat building between them.

Eric's hands moved to her shoulders, slowly sliding the straps of her dress down. His fingers traced the edges of her bra, teasing her skin. Victoria shivered with anticipation.

"You're so perfect," Eric whispered, his mouth moving to her neck, kissing and nibbling gently.

Victoria moaned softly, arching her back to press against him. She could feel his arousal, hard against her. She reached down and rubbed him through his jeans. "You're not so bad yourself," she teased.

Eric groaned and grabbed her wrist, guiding her hand away. "Let's take this slow," he said, his voice ragged with desire.

He led her to the couch and eased her down, then knelt in front of her. He began to unbutton her dress, his fingers brushing against her skin, sending shivers through her. He pushed the dress off her shoulders, and it pooled at her waist. Victoria was left in her bra and panties, her voluptuous body on full display.

Eric looked at her, his eyes filled with hunger. "You're incredible," he said, his voice hoarse.

Victoria smiled, her eyes never leaving his. "Show me what you've got, Eric."

Eric leaned in and kissed her again, his hands exploring her body. He unhooked her bra and let it fall away, then took one of her breasts in his hand, massaging it gently. He leaned down and took her nipple into his mouth, sucking and licking until Victoria was moaning with pleasure.

His hand moved down to her panties, rubbing her through the fabric. Victoria could feel the heat building between her legs. She spread her legs wider, inviting him to touch her. Eric obliged, his fingers slipping inside her panties and finding her wet and ready.

"You're so wet," Eric said, his voice filled with satisfaction. "I love how ready you are for me."

Victoria moaned and arched her back, pressing against his hand. "I want you, Eric. I want to feel you inside me."

Eric kissed her again, his fingers continuing to work their magic. He slipped a finger inside her, then another, moving them slowly in and out. Victoria could feel the pleasure building, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

"Yes," she moaned. "Yes, right there."

Eric added a third finger, stretching her, preparing her for what was to come. Victoria could feel the sensation building, her body tensing as she neared the edge.

"Fuck, Eric," she gasped. "I'm close."

Eric pulled his fingers out and stood up, quickly shedding his clothes. Victoria watched as he stepped out of his jeans and boxers, revealing his hard, thick cock. She licked her lips, eager to taste him.

Eric came back to her and pulled her panties off, then positioned himself between her legs. He rubbed the head of his cock against her wet pussy, teasing her.

"You're so wet," he said, his voice filled with desire. "I can't wait to feel you come on my cock."

Victoria moaned and wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer. Eric slid his cock into her, filling her completely. They both moaned in pleasure as he began to move, slowly at first, then faster and harder.

"Yes," Victoria gasped. "Fuck me, Eric. Fuck me hard."

Eric complied, his hips moving in a steady rhythm as he pounded into her. Victoria could feel every inch of him, filling her completely. She met his thrusts with her own, their bodies moving in sync.

"Harder," she gasped. "Fuck me harder, Eric."

Eric obliged, his thrusts becoming even more forceful. Victoria could feel the pleasure building, her body tensing as she neared the edge. She looked into Eric's eyes, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

"I'm close," she moaned. "I'm so close."

Eric leaned down and captured her mouth in a fierce kiss, his tongue matching the rhythm of his hips. Victoria could feel the pleasure building, her body tensing as she neared the edge.

"Come for me, Victoria," Eric growled. "Come all over my cock."

With a cry, Victoria came, her body convulsing as waves of pleasure washed over her. Eric continued to move, his thrusts becoming even more forceful as he chased his own release.

"Fuck," he groaned. "Fuck, Victoria, you feel so good."

Victoria could feel him pulsing inside her, his cock throbbing as he came. They both collapsed, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths coming in ragged gasps.

Eric rolled off of her and pulled her into his arms. They lay there, their bodies entwined, as they caught their breath.

"That was incredible," Victoria said, her voice filled with satisfaction.

Eric smiled and kissed her forehead. "It was. And I have a feeling it's just the beginning."

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