She massaged her clit while stroking herself -- letting every bitter sweet juice flow and make its way out. A stream of warm juice slid between her thighs--soaking up her inner cheeks. She wanted to cum but she held back to build it up even more.
“Aagh… shi…shit,” She moaned loudly.
She began trembling and panting heavily as if she was having a seizer. Suddenly her body grew stiff, legs started to tremble, toes curled and she had NO control over her nerves that led her to an explosive orgasm. Her body floated on the bed lifeless as she laid there taking it all in and waiting for her pussy to calm down before she started again.
The next morning she woke up curled in a fetal position. She was running late for work so she rushed to take a quick shower, got dressed and caught a taxi into town. She rushed in the building and Davis was standing by the door.
“Good morning Spirit, how are you today?”
“Good morning, I am doing fine,” she said as she rushed by him.
Chynah had just got there moments ago and Lance was in his office on the computer with the door slightly closed.
“Hi Chynah!”
“Hey, what’s up?”
“Nothing much girl, just need to get some coffee in me so I can wake up.”
“Long night huh..?”
“I guess you could say that. I could hardly get to sleep last night. I guess I had a lot on my mind.”
After drinking a cup of coffee she was feeling very much awake and not to mention-- very energetic. She was ready to start her day.
She caught a glimpse of Lance peeking his head out the door. He nodded his head signaling for Spirit to come here. She walked into the office and he closed the door behind her. Before she could get in good, he grabs her hand, twirls her around and kissed her. She was stunned. He was being very daring and naughty.
“You're not nervous are you?” he said as he stands behind me and squeezes both of my boobs.
“No... No I’m not nervous.”
She didn’t want to admit she was a bit nervous but only because they were at work and their co-workers where on the other end of the door.
She loved the fact that he was aggressive and adventurous and was willing to try just about anything. Lance looked at her with lust flowing all through his eyes…immediately she grew even more nervous. She knew he was up to something. Lance bent her over his desk and raises her mid- length skirt just enough to show her thick beautiful ass that jiggled in his hands.
“What are you doing Lance,” she moaned as she squirmed in his desired position.
“What if someone’s hear us?”
“Shhh…No one will hear us.”
He kisses the arch of her back and motions for her to spread her legs apart, so she did just what he wanted. She leaned further on to the desk and he UN buckles his pants slowly so that no one could hear. He unzips his khakis, then releases his swollen bulge and she moaned before he could even slide it inside of her. As he grabs hold of her love handles, he guides his dick inside of her ready snatch.
“Aagh…yes, just what I wanted--some early morning pussy.” He moaned as he thrust deeper into her. She had to prevent herself from moaning too loud so she held her mouth with both hands. She began sweating and panting as he pumps and grinds his dick deep inside. She felt his dick throb and become harder as he came inside of her. Lance had the control she just didn’t have, he was able to cum without making any noises.
That was one hot moment of passion, “I can’t believe we just did that,” She thought to herself as she pulled up her panties. She smiled and kissed Lance.
“Thank you.”
He said while zipping up his pants.
“You are something else.”
She uttered. “Ha-ha… so are you.”
She had to get herself together before heading out the office. Lance played it off like they were discussing business as she walked out the door.
He said, “Oh and Spirit, can you organize these folders for me and I need you to fax a few forms for me as well.”
She giggled inside. He did that like he was a pro or something--like this wasn’t his first time.
Spirit felt a little paranoid walk out the front- thinking she would get stares. But she didn’t. Chynah was on the phone and Davis was still standing at the door and talking to one of their clients. She could feel Lance’s juices swimming all up inside her so while everyone was pre-occupied she made her way to the ladies room to freshen up a bit.
Several minutes later, Chynah walks into the ladies room and sees Spirit by the sink with her skirt raised and panties down washing up. “Oops… I am so sorry,” Chynah said with her hand covering her mouth as she closes the door.
Chynah was so embarrassed and so was she.
Spirit thought, “Oh-my-God!”
“What is she thinking?”
Spirit was afraid to go back out because it was obvious that Chynah knew something must’ve happened between me and Lance while we were in the office. She was in there for awhile. But she knew that if she didn’t come out the bathroom that would look obvious too. Either way eye brows would be raised. So after she freshened up she looked in the mirror and combed her hair with her fingers to look a little more presentable. When she came out Chynah looked at her, she could tell something was going on through her head. But she wasn’t sure what.
Chynah and Spirit ate lunch together; over small talk she found out that Chynah lived a couple of miles from where she did. She was relieved that Chynah hadn‘t said anything about earlier. But she was hoping secretly she wouldn’t tell Davis what she had suspected, since the two of them are pretty tight.
She was feeling stressed and thinking all sorts of things in her head. Should she tell Lance or shouldn’t she? She thought.
She decided not to say anything, she figured as long as Chynah wasn’t questioning or gossiping about it, then things was alright. It was almost time to leave and as usual Lance left early, he said that he had some business to take care of and that he may come by her house later tonight. Chynah and Spirit completed up the paper work they had accumulated earlier. They didn’t live that far from each other so Chynah gave Spirit a ride home. In the car they shared small talk. Spirit asked her how she likes working for the company so far. Chynah stated that she likes working there and that she especially like working with us. Spirit nodded her head.
“So how long have you been working there,” Chynah asked.
“About a year now,” she said.
Even though she was the one who initiated the conversation about work, Spirit kindly eased off the topic. She didn‘t want her to get curious and start asking questions. “I had no idea that we didn’t live far from each other,” said Spirit.
“Yeah…me neither. I like the neighborhood though, it’s pretty quiet.”
“Yeah and I like the fact that you don’t have to worry about hearing bullets in the middle of the night or seeing dudes hanging on the corners late night.” After Chynah dropped Spirit off she went in to her condo and sat her brief case down. “Whew…boy what a day,” She said as she flopped on to the sofa and kicked off her heels.
It’s 10pm and Spirit hasn’t heard from Lance, he didn’t call, text or anything. She wondered if he was coming over. With him not calling her, it began to bring on some insecurities. She didn’t where he was or who he’s with. She had to grab a hold of herself; she thought, “I am way too old to be going through this. Maybe if we weren’t being so secretive about our relationship then I wouldn’t feel this way.” She fell asleep sitting up waiting for Lance and she woke up to the sound of her alarm clock. She yawned and rubbed her eyes to focus. It was 3:00 AM. She picked up her cell and checked her house phone, still no call or text. She let out a sigh and got up off the sofa, went to her bedroom to put on her night clothes and climbed into bed. She must’ve been more tired than she thought because she fell right back asleep.
A month later, Spirit called out from work because she wasn’t feeling well. She thought that maybe she was coming down with the flu, so she made a doctor’s appointment for this coming Wednesday, which was in two days. Chynah called to see how she was feeling and Lance came by after work. He bought her roses, some soup and crackers. She thought that was really sweet of him. She was wrapped up in her robe with her comfy slippers on, she felt like shit! She couldn’t even keep something as light as soup down without throwing it up.
Finally the day of her appointment she called Lance at work to let him know that she was on her way to see the doctor.
“Do you want me to come with you?”
“No, you handle things there and I’ll let you know how it went when I get back.”
It seem like she was waiting for hours on the nurse to come out for her. She took her in the back, weighed her on the scale, and took her temperature and blood pressure. She noticed she gained a few pounds but that was normal for her. Her weight was always up and down.
“So what brings you here today,” asked the nurse.
“Well for the past few days I haven’t been feeling well…I’ve been getting headaches, feeling sluggish and have been unable to keep food down.”
“Ok what was the last thing you had to eat or drink?” “This morning I had crackers and tea.”
As the nurse jotted every detail in her medical folder she asked her when her last period was.
She didn’t really think about it but as she counted from today’s date back to early last month, she noticed that she have missed a cycle.
“How could that be,” she thought.
Lance was the only person I’ve been with and from our last conversation, he said he was sterile.” she thought.
“Do you think you could be pregnant,” the nurse asked as she continues to write.
“PREGNANT!”
“No…I don’t think so,” she nervously said
“Well we’ll give you a urine test to see.” The nurse reaches into the cabinet and grabbed a small cup and wrote my name on the top. “Take this into the bathroom and pee in the cup, after your done take it in the lab three doors down on your left.”
Spirit was nervous and confused. “I can’t be pregnant… that’s impossible. Unless Lance lied to me,” she thought. After she handled her business in the rest room, she took her urine specimen to the lab and went back to her room to wait on her test results. She waited anxiously, the doctor walked pass her room twice until he finally came in to see her.
“Hello, Ms. Moore. How are you today,” said Doctor Cartwright. “I’m okay I guess.”
He saw the nervousness her my body language when she spoke, so he didn’t waste any time letting her know that she was in fact pregnant…six weeks to be exact. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “Me pregnant!”
She thought, in all her adult years she’s never been pregnant until now. Part of her was happy. “Wow…PREGNANT!!”She said.
She kept saying in her head over and over again. It was like she had death ears when the doctor was telling her what she needed to do next as far as caring for her unborn baby.
After she left she went straight home and called Lance. She told him that she needed to talk to him. He tried to get me to tell him over the phone but she told him that she wanted to talk to him in person. So he came over that afternoon and as soon as she shut the door behind him, she blurted out to him that she was pregnant. It got quiet, all he did was stare with confusion, sort of like the look she had earlier.
“Well?” she said “But I… I thought you had the flu?”
“Yeah that’s what I thought too but the doctor confirmed to me after a urine sample, that I was pregnant. But I’m confused Lance, you told me that you were sterile.”
“I am sterile.”
She sucked her teeth. “How can you be if I’m pregnant, Lance?”
“I don’t know... Something’s off here.”
“I hope you don’t think I cheated on you.”
He shakes his head. “NO…no…I’m not thinking that!”
“Then what are you thinking?”
“I don’t know!!” he shouted!
“Why are you raising your voice? It seem like you don’t know much of anything right now!”
Lance puts his face into his hands and shakes his head.
“How far long are you,” he muffled.
“The doctor says I‘m six weeks.”
He mumbled under his breath. “What the fuck!”
He then takes a deep breath to calm down.
“So what are you gonna do,” he asked.
“What do you mean what am I gonna do? I want to keep our baby.”
“Huh….Okay.” He calmly said. She didn’t say anymore about him not being sterile because she has heard many guys say that before after trying to get their girlfriend or wife pregnant and was unsuccessful, but come to find out later, they weren’t sterile at all. Lance hugs her and said, “Everything is going to be alright.”
And she believed him. She was so in love with him, she believed anything he said.
They made love that night; it was extra special because they shared something so wonderful. He passionately caressed her from head to toe, kissing her inner thighs while grabbing hold to her hips. She reached down and pulls open her pussy lips and held it open for him. He slurped on her clit and he made it nice and wet. She was making humming noises as he continued to suck and lick. Within minutes she was creaming all in his mouth. She tried to push him off slowly but he still had her clit between his lips sucking on it gently while pinning her hands down on the bed and making it impossible for her to move.
After they made love, they laid there exhausted and sweaty. As she layed her head on to his fine hairy chest, his heart was beating to the rhythm of my own. Lance was staring at the ceiling and very pensive.
“Lance, do you love me?”
He didn’t respond.
“Lance,” she said, as she looked up at him to get his attention.
“What did you say,” he asked.
She him asked him again, “Do you love me?”
“Yes…yes I love you.”
By the way he responded he seemed unsure about how he felt. So again she ignored it.
Lance’s cell phone rang but he didn’t answer it, after the last ring he grabs it off the table that sat on the side of the bed and turns it on vibrate. Five minutes later the phone vibrates and he ignores it again. “Why don’t you just answer your phone, it could be something important.”
He finally decides to answer the call the last time. Spirit could hear someone yelling on the other end of the receiver and she assumed he didn’t respond back because she was laying right there. So he gets up and leaves the bedroom. All she could hear was Lance yelling back but in a soft tone, trying not to let her hear.
Only minutes later, he comes back in the room with his face frowned, he grabs his clothes off the floor and sits on the edge of the bed.
“Are you okay... Is anything wrong?”
Yeah… everything is okay.” “I have to leave right now because I have to take care of something, but I’ll call you later.”
Spirits’ face went blank. She had a gut feeling everything wasn’t okay like he said it was. Lance leans over and kisses her good bye and headed out the door. She lay there thinking, “Something is very wrong here. Because I love him so much it seems like I’m ignoring things, ignoring the things that are so obvious. But what could it be?” she thought. She started wondering. Is he cheating on me? Is he gay or some shit like that? She didn’t want to assume too much, however--- she was determined to find out what was actually going on.
The next day at work, Davis was looking at her strangely as he says good morning to her. Chynah was sitting at the breakfast bar eating. “Hey Spirit, how are you feeling today,” she asked.
“I’m much better thank you.” “Is Lance here?”
“No…he called in earlier and said he wasn’t coming in today.”
“Oh, alright,” said Spirit.
She immediately got suspicious. He has been acting very strange lately as a matter of fact, for awhile. And now he’s not coming in to work today, that’s not like him and not to mention she just saw him yesterday and he never said he wasn’t coming in today. Spirit went to pour a cup of coffee but the smell just made her nauseous, so she just made a cup of lemon tea instead. She wasn’t very much in a talkative mood so she sat at her desk, to do some work, while listening to some music. She was listening to one of John Legends’ songs that played, didn’t really know the lyrics so she just hummed along.
She heard another song playing faintly in the background but then she realized it was her cell phone going off, she had forgot to put it on vibrate. Since Lance wasn’t in today she answered it.
“Hello.”
“Hello” the voice on the other end said.
“Lance?”
“Yeah.”
“Why aren’t you coming to work today?”
“I have a lot on my mind right now and wasn’t in the mood to work.”
“What is going on?” She whispered into the phone.
“Don’t worry about it Spirit, its personal.”
“What can be so personal that you can’t share it with me?”
“Spirit, it’s family issues, that’s all.”
“I guess whenever you’re ready to discuss you’ll let me know.”
Lance skips the subject, “How are you feeling today, any morning sickness?”
“I’m okay,” she replied.
She didn’t want to mention about her feeling nauseous or mention how Davis looked at her funny, and to tell you the truth she felt some kind of way about it too.
“What is everyone doing?” “Duh…working,” she said sarcastically. “Ha ha”…that was the first laughter she got from him in awhile.
“Is Davis around?”
“Yeah I think he just came out of the break room. Do you want to speak to him?”
“Yeah…but I’ll call him on his cell.” “
“Okay”
“Listen I will call you later okay?”
“Alright, talk to you later.”
“Why didn’t I ask him the questions that I needed to ask him?” she thought as she hung up the phone. “Every time he’s in my face or in my ear I get like butter and just melt.” She had to question herself. “Do I just love him or do I love myself more?” She saw Davis reaching into his pocket for his cell phone. “Hey cuz what’s up?” he said as he walks to get a bottled water out the vendor machine. Davis talks loud so she didn’t have to break her neck to hear his conversation with Lance. All she could hear was, “No…I don’t think she knows anything and how’s he doing?”
But who was he referring too? “Well…talk to ya later cuz okay?” Davis hangs up his phone and puts it back into his pocket. Now Spirit is very suspicious even more than she was before.
She thought about how Lance never wanted to make their relationship public. How every time they got together it was either at her house or a hotel. “What does this nigga have to hide?” she thought.
Never once did they ever go to his place.
With him being so secretive – that’s a dead giveaway right there.
So that can only mean one thing …this nigga is definitely cheating!
They say follow your gut feeling and that a woman’s intuition is never wrong. That may be true.
She hurried out of the office and ran to the rest room. The thoughts of him cheating zoomed through her and head had her feeling very nauseous. Chynah’s eyes bugged out when she saw her running to the rest room. She rushed to the toilet and started vomiting and choking! Tears fell from her eyes as the thoughts continued to run through her head. Chynah stood outside the door until she thought it was okay to come in. She taps on the door twice.
“Yes… come on in,” said Spirit as she cleared her voice and wipes the tears from her eyes.
“Are you okay?”
Chynah was so concerned and so attentive. She ran some cool water to wet a towel for her to put on my face. She felt so vulnerable and hurt because she knew Lance was deceiving her… she knew it deep down inside.
Chynah strokes Spirits’ hair back waiting for her to tell her what was going on, so finally she opened up and told her everything about her and Lance--- she even told her that she was pregnant. She was surprised about the pregnancy and she told me that she was aware of what was going on a month ago in the office, but felt it wasn’t her place to say anything. Spirit thanked her for that. She was being such a good friend, the kind of friend that she never had in a man or anyone else.
“So are you going to bring this to his attention,” asked Chynah.
“Yes, I am. I have to say something because this is eating at me too much and I have to think about my baby.”
Chynah shook her head as she agreed with her.
“I will give you my number in case you’d like to talk later, okay?”
I felt my eyes starting to tear up again so I took a breath to stop the tears from falling.
“Okay, I will. Thanks Chynah.”
“No problem girl…we women have to stick together.”
Chynah smiled and Spirit smiled too as she walked back out of the rest room. Davis asked was she feeling okay. Chynah just told him that she got sick from something she had eaten. But she was pretty sure he knew what was going on, the only person that was in the dark about things, was her.
That afternoon, she left early from work because she still wasn’t feeling good so she stopped to the super market to get a few healthy things that the doctor suggested she start eating. She got a shopping cart and loaded it with fruits, vegetables and juices and she got a pack of cookies that she was craving for.
She walked toward checkout and heard someone that sound like Lance at the end of the aisle where she was.
“That couldn’t be him,” she thought.
She pushed her cart faster to see if it was him, but she had a glimpse of a little boy she guessed he was around 3 years old trying to push the shopping cart loaded with food. She didn’t see who he was with because of the crowd that was around.
“Honey, can you get a gallon of milk,” a voice says.
That’s when she saw him, Lance.
Spirit started to have a panic attack when he turned around and saw her standing there. He looked like he wanted to run far out of the store because of the awkward situation he was now in. The woman held on to the little boy who was pushing the cart. It was obvious that they were a family.
“Do you two know each other?” the lady asked.
Spirit stood waiting for him to answer but he didn’t say anything. So she blurted out--- “So, do we know each other…Lance,” she said as she bit down on her bottom lip and rolled her teary eyes.
“Yeah we know each other,” He said.
“Where do you two know each other from?” asked Charmaine. She turned around waiting for a response from Lance.
“She works for me,” he said.
Spirit squinted and raised her eye brows; she wanted to slap the shit out of him. He wasn’t telling her what he needed to tell her.
“I not only work for him, but I’m supposed to be his woman.”
Charmaine snapped and yells at Lance. “What does she mean she’s supposed to be your fucking woman, Lance…huh?”She said as she gets all in his face.
Before he could answer Spirit asked her who was she to him.
“I’m his wife and this is his son,” she said in an angry tone.
Spirit didn’t blame her for being angry because he betrayed them both. Lance tried to rush Spirit out of the aisle, but she shrugged his hands off of her because she wanted his wife to know everything.
Suddenly they drew attention with the hollering back and forth.
“So this is your wife?!” she asked.
“The one you told me about?!”
“The one you said you didn’t love or lived with?!”
“The one you said that you were divorcing?!”
“And the one you said you only married because she was pregnant but then your son died?! Apparently he’s alive and well because he’s standing right over there. I guess you didn’t tell her that we’re having a baby too huh, Lance?”
Charmaine was furious, her eyes were flaming red with tears; she couldn’t take anymore of the humiliation so she rushes out of the store with their son, leaving Lance there with Spirit.
Lance didn’t even try to stop her. He knew he was dead wrong.
“Why did you do this,” she asked.
“Did you actually think that the truth would never come out?”
“Yeah…yeah I was blinded for awhile, but now I see that you’re a piece of shit on the bottom of my shoe?”
She slapped him and walked away in tears.
Five months later, Spirit was now 6-½ months pregnant and showing. After all the drama in the super market with Lance and his wife she decided to quit her job. Lance signed over his parental rights to her and from what she heard; Lance is still at the insurance company but is no longer with his wife. Davis, his cousin, is still working there too. And Chynah, well let’s just say, her and Spirit couldn’t be happier!!
Velma’s Decision
Redsnapper
Looking in the mirror, Velma’s finds the face of a
beautiful young woman. Creamy brown skin, shiny black hair, hazel
eyes, a beautiful mouth, and high cheek- bones. Velma’s looks at
the pain and puzzlement in the women's face. Turning away from the
mirror, Velma’s starts getting dressed looking at her smooth skin,
her womanly curves, big beautiful heavy breasts, and big round
ass.
Getting ready for her morning classes, Velma’s thinks back to the
prior evening and her big date with star football player Garon
Jenkins. The night was full with numerous promises of hot love and
endless ecstasy. Garon had taken her to a nice restaurant, where
the waiters wore ties and suite jackets. Over dinner Garon
professes his love for her telling her of the after-college plans
that would come for the two of them if only they could make it
through these hard years. Velma’s looks into Garon's eyes with
complete adoration and faith.
After dinner they go to their special spot by the lake to look at
the dark, mysterious sky with its shining bits of gold.
“The sky looks beautiful tonight Garon!”
“Not as beautiful as
you,” Garon
responded.
Standing there so close was creating an eternal itching of love in them both. Looking into Velma’s eyes. Garon takes her chin in his hands, tilts her face heaven ward and kisses her passionately, sliding his tongue smoothly into her mouth searching and probing its sweetness. Kissing for what seems like a life time they break away.
“Let's stand here for a few more minutes
okay?”
Garon said, “Okay.”
After a little while they leave getting into the car sharing
another kiss. Thinking back to this night, Velma’s wonders what
went wrong between them in that short instant.
Finishing putting on
her clothes Velma’s leaves out of her apartment for her first
morning class. Least I’ll get to talk to LaDarius about what
happened last night maybe he can help me figure out what went
wrong. On her way to class a group of Velma’s friend great her with
the normal Hi’s and Hello’s.
Smiling she speaks to them all, and tells them she'll talk to them
later otherwise she'll be extremely late for her class. Walking
away from the group she continues to class as before, getting the
usual catcalls and whistles. Walking into class a few minutes late
she takes her usual spot next to LaDarius. Glancing over he
asks, “Why so
late?”
“I'll tell you after class.”
Taking longer than usual class finally lets, out still sitting she
looks over at LaDarius wondering if she should tell him the long
version or the short version. Opting for the short versions she
waits till everyone finally leaves the room. “Well I don't know where to start I
guess I'll just start by saying that you know that I had a date
with Garon. Well we went out but I don't know, it’s like one minute
we were cool you know, and then it seemed to all go sour from
there."
"What
do you mean it went sour?"
"Well were driving back to the
apartment you know thinking about what's at home waiting for us,
you know. And then he just goes crazy, I don't know questioning me
on our relationship…”
“Who’s relationship you two's or yours and
mine?”
“Yours and mine!”
So
I'm like what are you talking about were best friends you know,
he's been my best friend for like four years now. But he just kept
ranting and raving about there being more to it than what I'm
telling him, so I'm like whatever you say what you like I don't
even care anymore. I never told but he's done that before, accusing
me of having sex with other guys before, mainly you, and I kept
telling him you’re the only man I'm fucking so what's your problem
and he'd continue to act like an ass so I said then maybe I will
FUCK LaDarius since you keep accusing me of things I haven't
done."
“Wow
and that's how you too really left it?”
“Yeah, I couldn't defend myself
anymore so I just got out of the car when he dropped me off, and he
sped off.”
“Dang, I don't know what you want me to say, except maybe
we should!”
“Should what?”
“FUCK!”
Not knowing what to say Velma’s just looked at her best friend.
He's fine for a white guy, she thought.
Being 6’3” with blond
hair and eyes so gray it was like looking into a hidden cavern of
beauty, it was hard not being attracted to him. Besides the fact he
was also tan, muscular, kind, and had a dick the size of a luxury
car. She'd seen his dick a couple of times when they were at the
gym noticing it was about ten and a half inches long and thick as
her wrist. She could just imagine how much bigger it would get hard
made her wet despite the situation.
She thought fuck it why not. Looking into his eyes with a sea full
of lust she asks him, “Are you serious?”
“Why not, it’s not like we don't
know each other you know, and you know I love you and would never
hurt in anyway, and I have always thought that we would have made
the perfect couple so why not?”
“Are you sure it wouldn't hurt our
friendship?”
“Of
course not if anything it will make us stronger.”
Finishing his sentence
he leaned over and kissed Velma’s full on the lips in sheer
ecstasy, probing her mouth with his thick, long tongue.
Breaking from this kiss Velma’s looks into his eyes and
says, “I think
we should go back to my apartment and continue this!”
“Okay.”
They grab their books and get up to leave. Walking out the door into the fresh air, Velma’s hesitates thinking this might not be right, but looking into LaDarius' eyes and seeing the love and lust she takes back her hesitation. Reaching the apartment, five blocks from campus, she opens the door and walks in to be turned around and passionately kissed from LaDarius. Continuing his kiss, he starts to fondle Velma’s massive breast with both hands weighing their size, breaking the kiss he moves slowly down her neck with his tongue making her pussy wetter and wetter with these sensations.
Removing her blouse and bra he cups her beautiful round globes of perfection and starts placing kisses up and down them reaching the nipple he grasps it into his mouth making her moan with passion. She grabs his head with her long, slender hands and pushes his face into her breast, loving the sensations coursing through her body. She can feel the heat rising from her steaming wet pussy. Moving down her stomach he slowly unbuttons her jeans tonguing his way to her belly button playing with the small gold ring making her hotter and hotter.
Moaning she calls out his name saying,
“Please don’t stop, oh Gawd please don't stop!”
Continuing down her body he pulls of her jeans which had began to form a wet circle in the crotch. Loving her body he thrusts his tongue into her panty crotch sucking her sweet honey juices from the cloth, revealing in her sent and taste. Moaning she cries out as he finds her fully visible clit through the material and bits it. Standing up LaDarius carries his black beauty to the bedroom to make sweet love to her. Laying her gently down on the bed he slowly takes off his shirt driving her crazy with his eyes letting them roam over her body. Watching him take of his shirt Velma’s realizes this night would change her life for the better.
Slowly he unbuttons his pants letting them fall to the floor stepping out of them he moves over to the bed in one fluid motion with the grace of a true athlete. Climbing onto the bed he moves his body between her spread legs. Lying atop her he begins his passionate decent upon her mouth, loving her in every way possible. Sliding out from under him she positions her body on top of him kissing his neck touching every inch of his body, trailing her tongue down his chest to his nipples she pulls them into her mouth sucking and gently biting them, slowly making his dick rise to attention.
Moving down drawing her tongue across his perfect, muscular stomach and abs she pull the front of his boxers down below his balls releasing his straining dick from its confinement, she grabs it unable to get her hand fully around it and moves her beautiful full lips around its head and pulls it into her mouth licking the pre-cum off the head, she slowly licks down his shaft piece by piece, inch by glorious inch imagining it thrusting deep in her pussy inside her stomach.
Making her way back up his shaft she swallows the head and slowly descends pulling his powerful dick down her slippery throat making him moan writhe with each of her movements. She slowly starts moving her head up and down, building speed until he cries out for her to stop before he cums. Removing her mouth off of his dick with a popping sound she looks into his eyes with a smile and says, “My turn.”
He looks up at her with a grin on his face and lays her back down on to the bed with her legs splayed open ready for his attack on her boiling, juicy pussy. Looking down at her neatly trimmed pussy he licks his lips dives in licking her slit, sucking her honey out and swallowing her natural goodness. Loving the contrast of her pink inside to its soft brown outside he dives into to her pussy making her cry out with satisfaction. Running his thick, long, hot tongue up and down her slit missing her clit on each stroke upwards he drives her crazy thrusting his tongue into her love hole with every move downward.
After a few minutes of this assault he in circles her clit which is
the biggest he's ever seen and sucks it into his mouth pulling on
it with his teeth as slides it in and out of his mouth driving her
further and further to climax.
Screaming his name, “Oh Gawd LaDarius, FUCK me, FUCK, don't stop, don't stop, oh Gawd don't stop, uh uh uh Ohhhhhhhhh, uh...oh...Gawd,” falling back to the bed she looks up at him through her lashes and says, “Now put that big, fat, beautiful dick inside me you handsome bastard.”
Moving up he kisses her
mouth so she can taste her delicious honey on his tongue, moaning
she brings her knees up to her head, slowly he moistens his dick
running it up and down her drenched slit and slowly enters her FUCK
hole, crying out in passion Velma’s arches her back and meets his
slow attack on her tight, black, pussy. Slowly for what seemed like
an eternity LaDarius gets his full length deep inside of
her.
Crying out in love Velma’s begs for him to continue,
“Oh Gawd don't stop
FUCK me like the stallion that you are u bitch, FUCK me, FUCK me,
FUCK me,...oh God that feels so fucking good don't stop , don't
stop, please...”
Crying out from his
assault, LaDarius begins his slow pistoning inside of her driving
her wilder and wilder into an utter frenzy for his dick, close to
cumming he speeds up saying, “Are you ready...uh...are you
ready... to cum...huh...are you ready...get ready you FUCK
bitch...ohhhhhhhhhhhh...Gawd...cumming inside her pussy shooting his burning hot jizm
into her pussy she starts to quake as her orgasm hits, making her
pass out from its intensity.
Laying atop of Velma in sheer exhaustion, he rolls to the side
kissing her beautiful face with sloppy, wet kisses. She falls into
a deeply needed sleep of serenity and peace.
But is that all for Velma’s and LaDarius? I think not...
“Role Play”
Essence BlaQue
Vixen’s boyfriend, Brian and she were out taking care of some business early Wednesday morning. They were on the bus and sat in the back, there were three gentlemen that were back there as well. Brian sat on the middle back seat and she sat on the side. Spontaneously, she looked over at him and starred, then slowly looked away. She looked at him again - seductively! Two of the guys saw what she was doing and then started to stare, but she didn't care. She pretended that Brian was a stranger and proceeded to flirt with him.
(In a sexy tone) “Pssst… how you doing sexy, what's ya name?”
“Huh?”
She repeated, “What’s ya name?”
Before he could respond, she said, “I know you were wondering why I was starring at you - I was admiring your beautiful eyes and I think that you are such a handsome man.”
He blushed - showing all his pearly whites. The three guys that sat back there smiled… and one of them tried to hide his. She felt so bold that day and she was even starting to feel aroused, so she kept the role playing going.
Brian willingly followed her lead so she continued.
“Can I sit next to you,” she said.
He blushed and his face turned red as a plum when one of the guys looked over at him. She wasn't sure if he was embarrassed or not - but he kept it going anyway. “So what’s your name,” he asked.
“My name is Vixen.”
“Vixen aaahh…Okay, I can see why ya momma named you that.”
“No…that’s not my real name, that’s just what I call myself.”
“And why do you call yourself that?”
“Because I’m sly like a fox and I’m very daring,” She said.
He lowered his head slightly and snickered.
“So are you married - you got a woman?”
“Yes I am married,” he replied.
“I am married too… so how can we continue this,” she asked as she played in her hair, something that she does when she’s feeling frisky.
The guy that sat by the window snickered… Of course neither one of those guys didn’t know that they already knew one another.
“Can I call you…?” “I know you have a cell…because I see your blu tooth.”
“Wow... you’re an aggressive one… I like that!” “But my phone isn’t on - this is just for show.”
“Then how about I give you my number?” “As a matter of fact, let me do one better…why don’t you come home with me?” “I’ll make you lunch,” she said.
“I would love to sexy,” she blushed
“Let me call my husband and you can call your wife.”
He agreed to make the call. One of the guys that sat back there kept staring as he buzzed for the driver to stop at the upcoming bus stop. Vixen could tell that he didn’t want to get off - she guessed he wanted to see what was going to happen next.
She took Brian to her place and they continued the role playing. She did in fact make him lunch.
She asked, “Do you feel guilty about what we’re doing?”
He said, “No, not at all.”
“Me neither,” she said.
He then took her,
putting his strong defined muscular arms around her and backed her
up against her kitchen counter top. He pulled her denim mini skirt
up around her waist and pulled her thongs to the side.
She slowly spreads her legs apart as he parted her thick thighs to
get closer to her sweet smelling pussy. His tongue went straight to
it. She whimpered as she pressed the palms of her hands against the
counter and tilted her head back. She positioned herself as she
lowered her bottom so that he could take full advantage of her
pussy. Brian started to unbuckle his pants while he sucked and
plunged his tongue deep inside her wetness. It was only moments
before she nutted. She tried to run from his tongue but he pinned
her down still lapping on her now sensitive clit that throbbed and
throbbed. Her legs started to shake and almost gave out on
her.
“You are weakening me!” “I want that dick inside me.” “But first I want to taste you,” she moaned.
Brian held his throbbing hard dick in his hand as he waved the head of it in her face.
“Ummm...,” she said as she licked her full plumped lips to get them ready. While he was still holding it, she sticks her tongue out and follows the movement of his dick. She then grasp on to it and teases the head. She could feel his head swell even more as he moans. “Ooh shit…girl, what the fuck you doing to me?”
“Ummm…” she says as she deep throats and looks up at him to watch his reaction. He grabs the back of her hair and she goes deeper, down to his shaft.
“Oh my goodness, girl you keep sucking it like that, you’re gonna make me cum in your mouth.”
“That’s what I want you to do,” she replied with a mouth full of head.
So she sucks and licks, making his dick sloppy wet. Vixen grabs his ass cheeks and pulls him in. She could tell that he was about to cum any minute. She slightly stroked the fine hairs on his ball and licked and sucked on only the head of his dick.
“Ooohhhh, that’s where it’s sensitive the most baby,” he said as he makes sexual facial expression and grunts. “I’m about to cum baby, where do you want it?”
“Cum in my mouth baby,” she moans while sucking it faster and deeper.
Brian looks down at her while she catches his load and plays with it with her tongue.
“Whew baaaby,” that’s some explosive shit right there… you are such a fucking freak lady,” he said as he wipes the sweat from his forehead.
“You know what I want now?”
“What?”
“Some of that juicy sweet tasting pussy you got.”
Brian’s dick was semi hard, so she strokes it and tease it some more to get it just where she needed it to be. She then climbs on top of him and he rubs the head on her dripping pussy. She slides down on it and grinds on it slowly and her hips and booty shook with each movement. She leans forward giving him a mouth full of titty.
“Oooh, Aah…. That feels sooo good,” she grunts. “You like this pussy boy… you imagine your wife sucking your balls while I’m riding you, huh?”
“Oh shit…yessss…,” he pumped deeper and squeezed her pussy muscles so that he could feel the tightness of her wet pussy around him. “She bounces and moans while he’s cupping her perky breasts with his hand. Then takes the other hand and spanks her ass. “Oh- yesss... shit… how did you know I like that” she moans.
“I’m gonna cum baby.” So he grabs her ass cheeks and spreads her pussy apart from the back.
“Oooohhh…FUCK,” she pants harder as sweat poured between the crack of her ass and down between her breast. She collapses on top of him and rolled over to the side still out of breath.
“That was awesome baby.” said Brian. “So what got you so in the mood… I mean with the role playing and everything?”
“I don’t know... you were just looking so good sitting there on the bus, so I figured I’d do something out of the ordinary.”
“Yeah, I have to say… it was out of the ordinary especially because we never role played before.” “But it was fun though, right?” she said.
“Absolutely, I’ve never done that before…ever! And it definitely adds spice to our love life.”
“Yes it does,” she said.
She leans over to kiss Brian and they cuddled in each other’s arms.
“Cool Ice - Moist Heat!”
Redsnapper
Rochelle jerked awake in fear, struggling when she felt the ties holding her arms. Confused, she looked up to see silken cords binding her hands to the scrolled iron headboard. Looking down she realized her legs were bound as well, spread wide against the sheets. Her heart raced as she began to struggle to free herself. It was no use. She collapsed on the bed in frustration as she realized the futility of her struggle. As her breathing calmed she began to take stock of her surroundings. She was lying on an enormous bed, draped with silken curtains at its four posts. Narrow tables of various heights were scattered around the room, filled with flickering candles. Hearing the door open, she turned her head to see what fate awaited her. Her pulse quickened as she realized Quincy was in the room. He was completely unclothed, his chocolate skin glowing in the candlelight. The play of the light over his muscles was intoxicating as she found herself staring at him. He came to the foot of the bed to gaze upon her. She sighed as she became extremely aware of her nudity.
Quincy stared at Rochelle as she lay there, spread before him like an exotic present. Her creamy caramel skin looked sweet enough to eat, as her beauty sent a surge of heat through his loins. Her dark-tipped breasts were full and inviting. Her nipples hardened under his gaze, sending another wave of desire through him. Her narrow ribcage gave way to a trim waist. There, spread for his pleasure was her feminine center, completely smooth and soft. Her slender legs struggled against her bindings as she sought to cover herself. Her mixed fear and desire was a powerful aphrodisiac as he continued to watch her.
Walking to the side of the bed, Quincy sat down and looked at Rochelle patiently until she met his gaze.
“Trust me, Rochelle,” he said softly.
Her eyes filled with tears as she struggled to do as he asked. He bent and carefully kissed her lips, touching no other part of her body. As she parted her lips in reaction his tongue delved into her warm mouth, caressing her tongue. She moaned as he made love to her mouth with his own. Her body tightened in response, her nipples hardening further. He pulled away to stare at her again. The desire in his eyes calmed her fears as she tried to accept her silken bondage.
He reached behind her head and picked up a red silk scarf. Holding it carefully he drew its end down her body, watching her skin react to the gentle touch. He then gathered it in his hands and gently tied it over Rochelle's eyes, causing her chest to rise as her breath quickened in panic.
“Easy....” he murmured, entranced by her movements.
Reaching for a cup that
rested on the nearest table, he used his fingers to pull out a
glistening ice cube. He touched the cold cube to her swollen lips,
nearly groaning when she jumped and then timidly licked the ice. He
slid the cube down the column of her neck watching her skin react
to the cold. Sliding it further down, he slowly swirled it around
her right breast up to her taut nipple. He swirled it around the
rosy tip for several seconds as Rochelle began to writhe before
him. He slid the ice cube over to her left breast which was nearest
him, and pleasures that nipple the same way. Unable to resist
himself, he quickly placed his lips over the chilled tip and began
to lick it with his tongue. Rochelle whimpered with desire as the
heat of his mouth drew surges of pleasure from within her. He sat
back up and again applied the ice, aroused by her
response.
Shifting position he continued to slide the ice cube down her firm
stomach, and along the curve of her hip. Her body tensed in
anticipation and he did not disappoint. Climbing over her leg he
ever so gently started to slide the cube along her folds, drawing a
moaning sound from her throat. Using his other hand he carefully
spread her skin to reveal that rosy pearl of pleasure to his gaze.
Slowly he slid the cube around that point, drawing sounds of
pleasure from her. Her clit grew firmer as he aroused it
mercilessly with the melting ice. He could see the juices beginning
to flow from her glistening opening as he continued to stroke her
with the remnants of ice.
As the ice melted he
paused to grab another cube from the cup, watching Rochelle writhe
before him in frustration. Leaning forward he blew a gentle breath
across her inflamed flesh and nearly groaned at her frantic
reaction. Using the fresh cube he teased her clit again, driving
her over the edge into orgasm. Her body spasm and her juices
dampened the sheets. He used the ice to bring her again and again
as she moaned and panted before him.
Suddenly he leaned forward and slid the ice into her warm slit as
he took her clit into his mouth with a hot vengeance. She screamed
uncontrollably as she came under his mouth and around his fingers.
He thrust his fingers into her tight sheath as he suckled and
licked her pearl mercilessly. His body was inflamed by her
passionate response, and his member quivered against his thigh.
Unable to contain himself he pulled his mouth away and drove his
shaft into her tight sheath. She bucked beneath him, unable to
withstand the pleasure of him filling her at last. He growled with
desire as he felt her muscles clenching him tighter and tighter.
The combination of the cool ice and her moist heat undid him as he
spilled himself within her warmth. The force of his pleasure left
him trembling as her muscles continued to clutch him. Moments
passed as they both recovered from this incredible experience. His
head lay upon her chest, listening to its rapid beat. Sleep
overtook them as they enjoyed the glow of candles and
love.
Rochelle woke to broad hands on her back and buttocks, and lips nipping at her neck and ears. From the look of the shadow on the building across the street, the sun was well on its way to down; she estimated that they’ve gotten a couple hours of nap, but are still fuzzy on how long their previous games lasted.
“Hey baby …we need to get cleaned up before dinner.”
She felt his voice rumble through his chest, against her cheek, and sit up, languidly trailing a hand down his chest as she did so. He grinned up at her, and she can feel him stirring behind her, his erection brushing her buttocks. Lifting herself off of him is a little tricky, with legs that feel like spaghetti and the stickiness of dried fluids between her, but she managed to stand up and walk to the bathroom. A quick sit, then she climbed into the shower to clean off, the hot water running down her sexy body. She heard the door open, the toilet splash, and the lid close, but no flush. He then slid around the curtain; his grin plastered across his face as he looks over her wet, naked body. She flushed a bit, and not just from the heat of the water... it's the heat of his eyes as they roam across her from head to toe, then locking again in her eyes. He stepped forward, stooping a half-second to retrieve the soap, and wrapped his arms around her. She felt the heat of the water pound her back as his hands massaged the soap into her skin.
Her nipples pressed
into his skin as her breasts compressed against him. His erection
twitching against her; no longer tautly erect, it still struggles
to attention, hungry despite its earlier satiation. She looked up
to find him gazing down, then exchange kisses in the heat and pulse
of the shower, testing and teasing each other's tongues,
tantalizing tastes as they twine together.
He stepped slightly back, gripping the shower rail with one hand,
the other on her ass to steady himself as he lowers himself down to
his knees. With a gentle command, he parted her thighs, her feet
now braced against the side of the tub. He scrubbed her legs and
buttocks, the water that runs down her back taking away the suds as
soon as he makes them. He placed her hands on his shoulders and,
one at a time, cleaned and massaged her feet.
After he finished, he looked up at her, again crooking that grin. Her hands are still on his shoulders, her back clean, water now coursing over his shoulders to run in streams across his chest. The grin decides her, and she pulled him closer, his head burying in her thighs. She gasped, in spite of being ready for it, as his tongue snaked out and her clit. His hands clutched at her bootylicious ass as he threw himself into tasting her, smelling her, exploring her again and again, like a book that always provides new delights. It takes her time to rise to it, his earlier ministrations having been so thorough, but her breath comes quicker, her head lolled back, and her fingers twined in his hair, the other hand gripping tightly on the shower rail. Tongue and fingers and breath and teeth and water and fingers and heat and tongue and breath and moans of pleasure wind around her body until everything combines in a long, full-body shudder that has her grasping his head for balance, his arms holding her upright, lest she collapsed.
She rested against him,
almost sobbing, barely able to breathe, her legs unable to support
him. Carefully, she felt him stand, turning her to lean against
him, back to his belly, his erection now full and nestled against
her cheeks. His caresses run down the front of her body, outlining
breasts and nipples, stroking belly and ribs, ruffling her pubic
hair before tickling her thighs. Her body shuddered again as he
buried his face in the crook of her neck, kissing her hard as she
panted against him. She pulled her hips away, reaching behind her
to grasp him, thickly throbbing. She begin to stroke him, slowly,
firmly, his mouth now on hers, his fingertips dancing across the
skin of her belly, breasts, and thighs. She felt herself drawing
strength from his dick in her hand, her legs growing steadier, His
body thrumming like a tight-draw bow as she felt him breathing
harder and harder, until a ragged voice tells her to bend forward.
She smiled, knowing that she brought him to a point where he has
almost the barest fringe of control. She released him, pushing her
hips back against him before she slowly bend from the waist, her
heat rubbing against him the whole way down. She grasped the soap
dish handle in front of her, feeling his hands on her hips, his
legs shifted as he found the angle...
He sank his shaft into her passage in a single, passionate, lunge,
his hips pushing hard against hers. He pulled back and slammed
forward again, trusting her arms to take up the force, keeping her
from hitting the wall as he filled her again and again. The length,
the hunger, the needs of both of you almost overwhelms, as she felt
her knees giving way. His arm wrapped around her waist, keeping her
upright, as he slid out of her, turning her about to crash his
mouth into hers, lifting her up and bracing her against the wall
before plunging into her waiting punany again.
She looked over his shoulder as he supported her against the wall, slamming into her again and again, his fingers gripping her thighs as he withdrew and plunged into her pussy. Her orgasm crashed down around her as she grabbed onto him with all she had, fingernails digging into his back, heels into his buttocks, teeth into his shoulders hard enough to leave a salty, coppery taste in her mouth. His back arches as he makes a final, desperate thrust, spending himself so completely that she feared he'll fall, taking her with him.
Swaying unsteadily, he rests for a moment, pressing up against her. Then, with a reluctant sigh, he pulled back and out. They showered together, then, gently testing and teasing, but nothing more; there's barely energy for that much. Afterwards, they toweled each other off, a gentle massage with terrycloth, before dressing and, by mutual consent, going no farther than the bedroom. A warm, contented glow suffuses her body, and the two of them are seldom out of contact the entire evening; a gentle touch, a stroke of the cheek, a hand on a hand. Dinner ends late, as they wait in his room, simply enjoying the thought of an evening simply laying together, touching and talking, until they both of them fall asleep.