9 Forbidden Encounters Vol. 1

I swore to myself I would never fuck "Chauncey" again. How could he have not one, but two girls on the side? All that time I thought we had something special and it was all a lie. I never wanted to like him from the beginning, I mean he aint the cutest, but something about him pulled me to him. After that falling out I never heard from him. No apology, nothing. I was hurt, but it just made it easier to move the hell on. I was doing so well. A whole year later I was talking to Sean now. Really sweet guy, kinda chubby, but hey he treated me right.

 It was date night for us and we went out for a simple meal at Chili's. We chatted about nothing in particular over appetizers when I excused myself to the ladies room before the main course arrived. I freshened up and prepared to head back to my table, but when I stepped out of the bathroom who did I see? None other than that two-timing slimeball Chauncey. He grabbed me in his arms and greeted me like an old best friend he hadn't seen in awhile. Well I guess I had to be nice. He smelled so good, just like I remembered. He made a joke about the teddy bear back at my table. I was surprised because I had no idea he was there. He asked for my number and I hurriedly gave it to him and walked back to my table. Why did I just do that? I thought to myself. No good can come from him having my number.

Me and my boo finished our meal and ended our night at the movies. He had to get up early for work so he dropped me off and went on home. I got online and browsed through Facebook and YouTube. That got boring really quick so I decided to take a shower and call it a night. When I got out of the shower I noticed my phone had a red light flashing. I figured it was just Sean texting me goodnight, but to my surprise it was Chauncey. I could hear his deep, smooth voice as I read it. "What's up babygirl? What u gettin into?" I was setting myself up, my mind was telling me no, but my fingers were moving way faster. I responded with a simple "nothing, just bed". Chauncey replied "Is it still soft and warm like I remember?" I giggled because that could be taken two ways, but I just replied "of course".

His responses came immediately with the next one being "let me find out for myself unless you hugging on that teddy bear tonight". I told him "the teddy bear went home, has to work early". He said "I'll be there soon". All I could think was OMG! But for some reason I couldn't find a reason to tell him no. I just put on a nightgown and turned on the tv in the living room so I could pretend to watch it. Chauncey must not live too far away because he made it there in no time. As soon as I heard him knock my heart started to race. I ran my fingers through my hair and went to the door. "Hi" "Wassup sexy" We embraced then sat on the couch and watched an old episode of Martin. I was staring dead at the tv, you could feel the tension in the air. A commercial came on. "Come closer" he said as he guided my hips with his hand.

I obliged then nervously asked if he would like a drink. I was acting like I had never been alone with this man! I mean I did have a boyfriend, but obviously I wasn't thinking about him too much. His arm moved from my shoulder down by my waist and he grabbed a handful of my ass then he whispered in my ear "Yep, still soft". I just smiled as he started kissing my neck. I closed my eyes and melted away. There was no turning back. It was that easy. I turned towards him and his lips met mine. He was still soft too. He wasted no time pulling my right leg over his lap so that I was straddling him. The kisses got more intense as he glided his hands up and down my soft, but firm booty. His kisses moved from my lips, to my neck and then to my chest. He pulled the straps down on my nightgown and exposed all of me. He held my breasts in his hands and rubbed his thumbs over my nipples making them harden while he took turns licking and sucking each one.

He stopped then picked me up as he stood from the couch. He lowered me to my feet and I turned and headed to my bedroom. I slid out of it quickly and sat on the edge of the bed as he pulled his shirt over his head. I pulled him by the belt closer to me and unbuckled him. I slid his pants down and admired the bulge in his boxers as he stepped out of them. I kissed it as I looked into his eyes. He uncovered my prize and handed it to me. I knew just what to do. I licked the tip and he moaned instantly. I licked up, down, round and round. I took as much of it in my mouth and he was lovin it. He put his hand on the back of my head as I slurped faster and faster. I took his dick out of my mouth and licked the spot right below his head just where I knew he would like as I stroked him. I started to suck his head a little more, but he pulled it away from me and told me to lay back. I laid in the center of the bed, but he pulled me back to the edge and got on his knees. He placed each leg over his should and kissed the inside of my thighs. He got closer and closer to the center then I felt his tongue sliding up and down between my lower lips.

 It felt like heaven as he twirled his tongue over me. He sucked on my clit and tightened up my grip around his head with my legs. He started to fuck me with his long tongue til I couldn't take anymore. He lifted his head and asked me if I was ready. I nodded my head, but who knows if he actually saw me in the dark. He stood up and I positioned myself back in the center of the bed. He climbed up on top of me and started kissing my neck as he rubbed his dick up and down my wet pussy. I liked the tease, but not for too long. I grabbed him by the waist and pulled my legs closer signaling that I was ready for entry. He guided himself in and I could feel a tear roll out of one eye. I had a boyfriend, but his sex was nothing like this.

He eased himself in slowly letting my body adjust to his size. He started to get faster and faster and I grabbed onto his dark chocolate muscles. He started talkin shit "Teddy Bear don't fuck you like this do he?" I cried out a no. I pushed my legs down to the bed and started thrusting harder. I shouted making sure all the neighbors knew his name. He pulled out and ordered me to "turn that ass over" and I obliged happily. He placed himself inside, smacked me on the ass and told me to "work that thang" and I did. I locked my feet around his ankles and went to work. I knew it was his favorite position and it was also mine. I pounded myself back on him as hard as I could. He took things into his own hands when he held onto my hips and jackrabbited his way into my pussy. I bit into the sheets as tears rolled down my face. I let out a loud moan as I came on his dick, but it didn't phase him one bit.

He was focused. He pushed me down lower into froggy style. He never slowed down, then next thing I know he jumped out and let out his warm sticky fluid onto my ass cheeks. He fell to my side out of breath. We laid there both defeated. There was so much sweat between us you couldn't even tell we were right under the fan. He got up and got cleaned up then brought out the wash towel to clean me up. How sweet. lol He laid back down and said "Damn girl u still got it." I giggled as he cuddled up with me while we cooled off under the fan. He got up to get dressed and I got up to get a bottle of water out of the refrigerator. I giggled at myself as I passed a mirror and saw my hair all over my head. I didn't care. I stood in the living room as Chauncey walked out. He gave me another hug and a kiss on the forehead. "Aight babygirl, I'll see you later". I said goodbye as he walked out the door. I instantly thought "damn why did I do that?", but Sean would have no way of finding out so I forgot about it, hit the shower once again and finally got some sleep.

But that wouldn't' be the last time I backslid...

Written By: Sunshyne84

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2 Crowd Pleasers

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4 Circle of Friends: Nurse Lolli

Normally people wouldn’t glance twice at this part of town. With the ramshackle buildings, dilapidated cars and tribes of stray dogs- it’s the kind of place where only bad stories would fester.

The Olde Towne warehouse district. Scattered street lights color choice parts of the once bustling marketplace and it’d be dubbed a veritable ghost town if not for the meeting that take place in the restored meat packing house, right in the heart of things. The building itself still reeked of death and carnage, blood and guilt, all not too far from what its current patrons were used to. Nestled in the largest room was a set of chairs, loosely arranged in a hackneyed circle. In the middle was a small desk with a register of names, mostly veterans with the occasional cherry-faced visitor eager to hear of the tales of people’s past while slowly building the nerve to share what they felt necessary.

In the chairs sat blank faces, aged eyes, thumb-twiddlers and anxious legs. The air was rife with casual perfumes and boxed coffee, a slight volume of murmurs littered the circle as old friends greeted and new names meeted.

“Good night everyone”, bellowed a kind but authorative voice from the focal point of the circle, “I’d like to thank you all for coming and for the new folks, my name is Danson Hill, you can call me Danny of course, and we would like to get right into things. As you all know, we would all like to be friends here since we all share the same inflictions. We want to make you feel as comfortable as possible because although the world out there may frown on you, we are all addicts if the same kiln and that kiln is human sexuality.”
All attention was surrendered now.

“You all have name tags, so we won’t go through the lame introductions,” Danny joked to welcomed chuckles, “but if you are new, we would like to hear from you, so please, feel free to introduce yourself and share.”

As Danny sat down eyes darted about the room, hoping to pick up on who would take the helm. At the three o’clock spot stood an average height, moderately busty 20-something wearing a loose, conservative sun dress named, “Mayla, hello.” The crowd reverbed, “Hello Mayla, and welcome” in unison like a middle-school class.

“I’m a nurse, with pediatrics and I sing on occasion at The Barrier.” Her voice was easy with a sultry flair. She had thin lips and lightly curled hair that was bunched in a shroom-fro. Her skin was Cadbury, milk chocolate and she bore no makeup, except for some gloss to highlight her slightly darker lips.

“Some call me insatiable, capricious, slutty, and whatever else they can muster up. I’m 23 and, from what I recall, I’ve had about 64 partners, of which 3 were women. I can’t remember all the experiences, or the faces, or the names. I haven’t met anyone I can openly talk to about my urges and my desires, most of the friends I kept got disgusted with my habits and wanted little or nothing to do with me, that’s why I came here, I guess.”

“Well, you can relax,” chimed in Danny, “no one judges anyone here, feel free to share Mayla, get whatever off of your chest.”

“Thank you.” She replied relieved. “I think I realized I should get help when I crossed the line with the father of one of my clients, as he waited on results with his wife.”

The attention was surrendered once again. Breathing became anxious as the regulars awaited their weekly dose of carnal adventures and mishaps.

“The kid was brought in with a broken arm. Was routine shit, went too high in the tree and too fast to the ground, oddly enough he was quite the trooper. I had on my lilac scrubs with the improvised lower cut. His father was a sight… tall and evenly muscular with an Edward Norton goatee. The wife was alright too, she was more worried than focused though, I had her fill out the forms while ‘daddy’ brought the kid into the room. He asked the usual questions, ‘how serious is it?’, ‘will he be able to go to school’, and ‘what’s the heal-time like’ all while trying his best not to stare at my tits… I helped him out by putting junior in a low chair so I’d have to bend over to do the tests. It worked; he had to alter his posture to mask the stiffy. Married men are such teases. I told him to wait in the room while I took the kid to get scanned and casted, five minutes I said, ‘Ok, I’ll wait’.”

The crowd was tuned in like she was reading off future lotto numbers, the only sound was the cycles of the coffee maker bubbling.

“When I got back he was leaning on the counter all casual-like with a manly flair that made my nipples perk. ‘The doctor is checking him out now, do you have any other questions?’ a wry smile checkered his face and I could feel the sexual tension rising, ‘well there is one’ I raised an eyebrow to egg him on, ‘are you flirting with me? Because I feel like I’m picking up some weird air’, a brazen little soldier he was, he must be used to the come-ons and if so he should be used to exo-marital pussy. I smiled and looked away, ‘do you want me to flirt with you?’ I walked closer to him with a feline gait, his smile turned into a grin, ‘my wife’s right outside’ he said, trying to bridge caution. ‘Yeah, I know’ I assured, whilst reaching for the door and locking it, ‘and she’s nose-deep in a coffee and a Cosmo, quite the trusting lady’, he tried to hold back a chuckle and edged towards me, ‘you are one sexy fuckin’ nurse by the way’, I guessed the inhibitions were faded. He pulled me by the waist; his hands were big enough to almost touch my belly button and my spine. I had to tip-toe to kiss him, but it wasn’t much of that mushy shit. Belts and zippers were loose in seconds; I only had to slip down my scrub bottoms. As he wrestled his pants down I wondered how he wanted me… would he lift me on the counter? Spin me around and smash from behind? Put me up on the wall and let me leg wrap him? My pussy was jumping at the conclusions. His dick was finally free from the Hanes-chains and it matched my speculations wonderfully, long enough with a thickness that’d treat all my walls and stiff enough to hang a wet beach towel on. I tasted it and traced the midrib with my tongue, I was more than wet enough now and he was more than ready. He spun me around, just as I suspected and eased in slowly… I had to bite my lips to suppress the moans, he built up the speed like a decent pop song and I felt nothing but bliss. The moment, the dick, my wetness and his delight all bubbled into this scream-worthy thing and all we could do was breathe heavy. I felt him thickening as he was about to let the troops loose and he pulled out like a good Catholic. It was one of the best coffee breaks I’ve ever had, I came, he came… three minutes, easy. When we got dressed and cleaned up, I gave him a cherry blowpop for being such a good boy.
he asked me what my name was so he can have a bookmark to remember me by and I told him…”

“Nurse Lolli,” interrupted a mellow voice from the faint edge of the crowd, “and it was an apple blowpop.” By now the mystery guy littered the audience with surprise faces. “Hi, Mayla... my name is Ted.”

Mayla looked directly at him and relaxed her pose as the familiarity set in, “hello Ted, it’s a small world.”

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5 The Ride of a Lifetime

I still remember, I mean how could I forget.

One of my top five sexual experiences of all time, no question. It was a Sunday night in DC. We had just come from watching Steve Harvey perform at Constitution Hall. We head to this strip known as Adams Morgan, known for its jumbo slice pizzas and mixed nightclubs. Being that the female I was with was from Guyana, we decided to go to this Caribbean club, Timehris. Straight to the bar, double shot of patron for me, patron margarita for her. It seems like the drink and the DJ was on one accord, as the drink kicked in, the music got better.

It had to be the drinks for me because I didn't recognize any of those damn Jamaican/African songs that were playing, but she knew and FELT all of them. She backs me up the wall and began to whine heavily on me with the music. It didn't take long for me to get aroused, the way she worked it, I knew she wanted it and I guess me licking on her neck and ear from behind didn't help the situation at all. She then turns around, looks me in the eyes and says, "Let's go fuck." Now usually in a loud club, things need repeating, but at this moment I think my supernatural hearing sense kicked in because I understood every word as I nodded and led her out the club.

Soon as we get out the club and up the steps, she grabs me and we tongue kiss for a good minute, right there on the street, now its nothing wrong with pda but I'm thinking, "lets get to this vehicle before this "i wanna fuck" spell wears off!! So now we're in my truck and while we're on the way back, she lifts up her skirt and starts fingering herself. This is turning me on like shit!! I reach over and start playing with her titties at the same time. Then she COMPLETELY BLEW MY MIND when she took her hands out of her pussy and started to lick them herself. So after running a red light I asked her can I taste it? She nodded and reached her hand over to my mouth, where I slowly licked her fingers, tasting the thick gooeyness of her cum I wanted more.

So as we pulled up to another red light, I lowered my head in her direction and gave her a few licks on her clit. She moans and slides up in back in her seat. I look up for a second and see that the light is still red, I proceed to go back down, this time licking faster, nibbling on her clit while she moans again! So after the light turns green and being blown at by the cars behind, she looks at me and says, "Can I come over." Since she had done this before I said sure. I unzipped my pants and she slowly started giving me head while I was driving. While getting head, I reached around her body and started fingering her at the same time, which made her get more into it.

I must say, the head was the best ever. After about 2 minutes of head she starts tongue kissing me again and then she says, "I want you inside me." Now I'm realizing I'm not going to make it to the crib OR find a spot that's vacant to pull off and smash. I realize I didn't have a condom in the vehicle so I knew I had to stop. I pull off at the next 7-11, run in there damn near half dressed and scoop up a box of Magnums. Get back in the truck and she's still wanting the dick, so as I pull off I ask, "can u get it back up," and she does. She gives it a few quick strokes and licks and Wahlaaa, its back up and at it. I put on the condom while still driving and I tell her to come get on it. She didn't even hesitate. She climbs on top of me, at this time, my speed has dropped to about 25mph. She slowly goes down on the dick. It was something about this position which made HER and I feel EVERY THING!! She starts to go faster and she's loving it.

Cars flying by, street lights glowing as we come to intersections, we didn't care. She was fucking the pure shit out of me. After about 5 minutes of riding, stopping at red lights, and passing other vehicles, she says "I'm about to cum." I continued talking back to her by saying "Cum on that dick" and THAT she did. She let out this loud moan as her legs locked up and began to shake intensely, while I continued to give her "the dick." After that was done, she FALLS off top of me and back in the passenger seat, looking like she had just completed a NY Marathon. At this moment I notice I'm a few blocks from her house. After making a few loops and discussing what had just happen, we pull up to her house, she throws her panties and heels back on, gives me the kiss goodnight, and goes inside. I leave, still taking in what just happened, and LOVING IT! I mean, I didn't have to go home, or pull off on the side of the road, or bring her BACK home, I got everything I needed on the way there AND SHE WAS SATISFIED. What more could I ask for? We classified that moment as a "POTG" which means Pop On The Go and we continued to have more of those as the relationship went on. If you have not experienced that, you should.

Thank you for sharing this with me, well not really, but you know,

~Your favorite twitter pal!

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7 The Gym

I had went to work out at Bally's; after all, I had a lasagna and fast foods all week long and I felt fat and lathargic. Even though I didn't look it, with my long legs, small waist, flat stomach and perky breasts, I just felt out of shape and unhealthy.

I had worked out for a good hour and a half on the stairmaster, even toying with the "butt machine" and the "stomach cruncher". I felt the burn and I vowed never to eat fast foods like that ever again. I was wearing gym shorts that looked more like short shorts and a bra tank top. I felt all eyes on me because of my navel piercing and tattoos in all the right places.

I went to the locker room to change and almost screamed! There was a man in the women's locker room. Didn't he see the sign? Or did Bally's change locker rooms again like they always did?

I didn't say anything though, after all, he did look good. He didn't see or hear me come in, he was over in the changing room near the lockers. He had to be at least 6"3 and he was lean but muscular. I swore I saw his dick dangling and it was long. It wasn't even hard and it was down his thigh. I licked my lips and felt a dampness between my legs. He was the color of cafe latte and that was something I had to sample right away........

He finally saw me and I was busted. Instead of grabbing a towel to cover himself, he looked at me and licked his lips, those delicious lips. They looked so kissable and he looked like he knew how to kiss, how to suck.........he then started massaging his dick in front of me and I saw it grow to massive proportions.

Finally he spoke. "You like what you see?""Yes," I whispered. and I swear I was flooding the floor. I was soaking wet and I felt the juices practically running down my legs. I unconsciously inserted a finger in my shorts and started fingering myself in front of him, as he came closer to me. He smelled so good, he must have showered before I walked in. Well, we were both ready for another workout as I soon found out.

I took my fingers out of my shorts and he tasted my juices off of my fingertips. He then brought me closer to him and kissed me. He took my bra tank top off and my breasts felt so free, they felt so trapped in that bra. Moans were escaping from my lips as he massaged my breasts and pinched my nipples. He kissed my neck and bent down to lick my breasts, even chewing on my nipples lightly. I moaned so loud and I didn't care if there was anyone else in the locker room. I fingered myself once more and rubbed my juices all along my breasts and nipples.

"Mmmm, you taste so sweet baby," he said. "Give me that sweet pussy."
We did the next best thing and did a 69 on a bench. I tasted his beautiful dick, running the tip of my pierced tongue along the tip of his dick, then gliding along the shaft like an ice cream cone. He was licking the clit and sucking out all the juices out of my pussy, but what really did me in was when he was tongue fucking my pussy.

I played with his balls and caressed them, lightly squeezing them, then licking them. I heard him grunting and groaning as he was tonguing the hell out of my pussy. I was sucking him and jerking him at the same time and I didn't want to stop until he came. I felt myself cumming and it felt like I exploded in his mouth.

We ended up in the showers, water trickling all over our bodies as he entered me from behind with that long dick. I was so ready for him. He first started off with long slow strokes and then with deeper harder strokes. I swore I saw stars because I never had a dick so long in me before and he took me to another level. He was playing with my clit and I came hard. He kissed my neck and played with my nipples some more and I was going to cum again. What can I say? I love to cum........

We never spoke a word while we were sucking or fucking. We never spoke when he had me in doggy style, pulling my hair and smacking my ass. We never spoke when I rode him until we both came in unison. We never spoke when I sucked him hard again. Or when he had my legs up in the air pounding it to me.

He got dressed and my body just felt so worn out. I located my locker and got my things out to get dressed.

"See you next week?" he finally said.

I could only nod my head yes........

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4 Sharing Is Caring

Jenny had no idea what was happening to her. As she lied on her back, quivering, she tried her best to observe her surroundings once again. The blurred vision of a few dozen candles dimly lit the room. The strong aroma of burning Egyptian incense constantly surrounds her. The faint sound of a slow, bass-heavy beat pounding underneath the shouts of a jubilated party crowd. She could fell her right cheek was pressed flat. It gave her comfort to know her senses, for the most part, were in tact. She wondered if she had a seizure and lost consciousness. She wanted to move her body to assure control of her motor skills. Slowly, she rolled her head until it was resting on its back. She was gradually coming to. Jenny could feel the soft silk and satin bedspread she was laying on. Pillows were propping up her torso. She closed her eyes and gently rubbed her hands across the spread – it was something familiar. She loved that feeling. Her legs were resting on something solid -- both rigid and warm. It was something unfamiliar.

Also unfamiliar was the taste on her tongue. It had the tinge of alcohol, but Jenny, at 18, wasn't much of a drinker. Her tongue rolled around her mouth hopeless looking for a clue. Nothing. She took a deep breath through her nostrils for a smell perhaps. A possibility came to mind. "Is it?," she questioned. She slowly exhaled and rested her lungs for a deeper breath. Deep inhale. She recognized the scent. "Hugo Boss (?)," she affirmed. It was slowly coming back to her. She wanted to jump up immediately to ensure it was a dream she was experiencing. Then, it hit her ... again. An incomprehensible feeling of pleasure, like a jolt of lightning, coursed through her body. No more quivering. She grasped handfuls of the soft bedspread for balance. Her lower abdomen and hips contracted, pulling her up to a slight seated position -- straight as a board. She laid her head back and her mouth flew open for a throaty moan that evolved into a scream of ecstasy – and then silence. Her body clenched for what seemed like days. Her mouth remained opened with no ability to speak.

She opened her watery eyes to see the mirror on the ceiling. As she glanced, what she saw was all confirmation she needed. Her long, natural auburn hair hanging behind her. Her painted face accenting her beautiful features. Her perky C-cup breast. Her moderately muscular abs fully flexed. Goosebumps were all over her young caramel skin. It was all her, lying in nakedness, and she knew that everything to follow would be true. Her numb sprawled-out body started to regain feeling. She knew what she would see next. Her eyes moved down the mirror. Sure enough, there it was. The top of a bald head, chocolate head between her legs, connected to two broad shoulders where her long, lustful legs rested. She finally realized that she was in her sex partner’s bedroom and had climaxed ... again.

"I thought I lost you there for a second," the dark figure declared. Upon those words, the tension in her body released and she fell to the bed -- shaking.

"I think you did," she replied faintly. Her partner lifts his head and releases a slightly devilish laugh.

“You gotta stop.”

Looking up from between Jenny’s love-drenched legs was , with a face of sweat, confusion, and secretions mixed with salivation. After a wonderful night of mingling, margaritas, and musical enchantment, he didn’t know if he was coming or going. Sure, Malik’s a handsome young man with college degrees to impress any Yale yuppie and enough street sense to keep his money in a corner store game of craps. Nevertheless, he tends to be amazed at the situations that he finds himself in with the one thing complex enough to confuse males just to keep them coming back for more: women. Women, women, and more women. Malik, whose real first name is Asmodeus, by the way, didn’t understand whether his situations with the opposite sex were a calling from God or a devil-assisted plan of trickery. All he understood was this: at that very moment, the Gods of Cunnilingus granted him superhuman powers. That right there was too much for Jenny to understand.

“What’s wrong, Ma?” Malik sighs as if his marathon had ended abruptly.

“You know this isn’t right. I got a man at home.”

Jenny’s bodily position began to shift from a feminine framework of lustfulness to utter unease. As fast as her hormones rose, they were fading away. It all seemed so right yet so wrong. Jenny knew that she was actually cheating on her man from the get go. But she did not care at all. She wanted everything Malik had to offer at the time. Maybe it was short term fulfillment. Maybe it was karma’s sweet revenge. Whatever it was, the feeling of dissatisfaction for her relationship arose at the oddest time for her. She seemed so ready to reclaim what was rightfully hers. Now, she was nothing more than a confused girl within the confines of the big city. And the big city can swallow you whole if you let it.
“If you want to stop, then we can stop. It’s nothing.” Malik stated, rising to wipe the sweat from his brow, obviously frustrated.

“I’m lovin’ the feeling that you make me feel, but I’m still thinking about my man”
“That’s understandable. But, this life you live right now is a one shot deal. And the best way to live it is to experience as much as you can. I know you got a man. I don’t give a shit about that either. I’m here to please you. That’s my job and I plan on being goddamn good at it…at least for tonight.”
“You sure this is going to be worth it?”

“Good question. Have you ever touched the hand of Jesus?”

“Ha, ha! No.”
“Good….lay back and let me introduce you to his touch.”

Malik’s mature yet gentle touch slowly traced Jenny’s inner thigh as the Egyptian cotton sheets ruffled under her bare skin. His tongue retraced the path left by his caress that led up her thigh to “the promised land” that she always spoke about. Moans of bliss ensued after every kiss. Closer to the place where only a chosen few knew, Malik seemed poised and ready to take her to new heights. After tonight, he knew she would never be the same. Jenny’s rebirth began with the extension of Malik’s tongue between the saturated spot of effervescent that was before him. There was no turning back from here.

Licks of passion all of a sudden turned the rational illogical. Never in Jenny’s life has she felt something so wonderful. Even with her own man of 6 years, never has she sensed something so vivacious and yet so calm. The feel of his tongue was enlightening yet dumbfounding. Cocking her leg back didn’t help the situation since it threw off her concentration. Yes, Jenny had to concentrate on what was going on in her bedroom. She had been sexually bested at this very moment. Tremors of orgasmic measures moved through her torso and legs. Deep, entrenched sighs made Malik wonder if Jenny was in ecstasy or having trouble breathing. It was safe to say that, on this particular night, she was “turned out.”
“Oh, my God! That was…….incredible!” Jenny slightly shouted, rising up off of her back to pull Malik closer to her.

“Is that right?”
“Yeah….that’s right. I actually didn’t give you credit, Malik. You are a man of few words. But your actions speaks volumes. Quintessentially, you are of an august nature.”

“Girl…..” Malik sighed with perplexity, “can you speak in laymen’s terms?”
“English: you got the bomb head, boy. Now its time to settle the score….and make you beg.”
Jenny pushes Malik on his back with unseen ferocity. Licking on the middle of his chest while stroking his manhood, she looks up at him with eyes of lustful conquest. Malik gazes at her. He sees a zeal that he has never seen inside her.

“Damn, this girl is gonna fuck my brains out”, Malik thinks to himself.

“This boy doesn’t know what he got himself into” Jenny utters in her own mind.

Jenny thrusts upon Malik’s love spot orally. Half amazed, half passion engulfed, Malik strokes Jenny’s hair. When she uses her deep-throat technique, he grabs the back of her head to show that she’s doing the right thing. Jenny, spellbound by the size of his shaft, secretes it totally with saliva just to suck it all back up. Then, she spits on it to give full lubrication, using an up-and down motion with her mouth and right hand. Her left hand strokes his sack gently. Slurping sounds coupled with scrotum tickles and tongue lashes makes Malik’s toes curl.
Malik, with a look of wonder in his eye, croons “Oooooooooooooooooooo, girl…what are you trying to do?”

Happily, Jenny replied “I’m just trying to match you tit-for-tat. Or even best you.”

“For people having sex, we sure do conversate a lot.”

“That means you need to shut the hell up and put it in me. I want to feel you inside of me.”

Pulling a mint flavored condom from under her bed like it was a weapon of murder, Jenny flicks it with her fingers. She kisses Malik’s bare chest one more last time before opening the condom. She gently puts it on with her mouth, not minding the latex taste. It is mint flavored, so it wouldn’t taste too harsh. She slides it on his manhood and spreads her legs as wide as possible. Malik obliges her and begins to thrust between, making her moan loudly. Scratching his back until she scraped skin, Jenny kept begging for it each and every time. Malik’s brow kept beaming with sweat until he could no longer hold back.

With the howl of a lone, hungry, and horny wolf, Malik came so hard that his six pack tightened. He rammed himself into Jenny harder and harder as he came. She loved it so much that she came simultaneously. Rolling over, Malik picks up a Newport cigarette and lights it. He passes it to Jenny, sharing in the same cigarette satisfaction the same way they just shared an orgasm.

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6 I Fucked A Bad Boy

I was in Miami around this time last year, on a mini hiatus with a few of my girls..just tryna get away from a lot of things I had been dealing with. I don't really do the whole club thing but I wanted to get into something that night. And my girls suggested we hit up this strip club down there...I wanted to be optimistic but I figured this was my getaway so why the fuck not? Hell I'm all for a few drinks, some laughs and a little ass shaking...so I was DOWN! The nightlife was crazy....people were everywhere...We ended up at this cute little hole in the wall spot, and from the moment we stepped out of the car...dudes were tryna holla...

"Hey beautiful, where are you from?"

Out of nowhere this short little muscular asshole grabs my arm from behind...He had to be all of 5'3"....fool didn't even come close to being the height of my shoulders, then had the nerve to be smiling only to reveal a mouthful of dingy gold teeth. Needless to say I was instantly turned off...

"I'm from the town where niggas know not to put their hands on a woman who's uninterested" I said as I jerked my arm out of his grasp.

"Well FUCK YOU BITCH" he yelled.... "FUCK ALL YOU BITCHES"

My girls died laughing and I couldn't help but to smirk as I strutted away in my 5 inch stilettos. There was no way I was gonna let a lame like that phase me, shit we were some bad bitches and there was no denying that. I was wearing this jazzy little black Cavalli dress that hugged my body in just the right places...the squats I'd been doing in the gym must've paid off because I found myself readjusting that dress over my ass the entire night.

So we finally get inside and I'm scoping the scene as we order some food and a few drinks...My girls were just chillin' and acting a fool at our table but I wanted to mingle so I made my way to the front for a closer look... I noticed a group of dudes next to me drooling all over one of the strippers on stage...she was pretty...had a nice body...and all I could think was "hell I got more ass than her" lol...but you woulda thought she was handing out pussy on a platter the way these dudes were acting...I noticed one of the guys out of the group seemed more mellow than the rest and a bit withdrawn, we made eye contact for a moment and I smiled as I handed the chic on stage a twenty. I headed back over to my girls and there were hella drinks on the table... "who ordered all this shit?" I asked...they pointed over to this short brown skinned dude with braids that looked like they'd been in his head since Moses parted the sea... "damn he looks familiar" that's when my peeps told me he was Bryan from Day26 and I had been standing next to them when I was up front.

LMAO well I'll be damned I didn't even know it...but hell I wasn't a fan and I wasn't impressed. But I wasn't a damn fool either...I grabbed the bottle of goose and filled up my glass...sure did! Five drinks and 2 lap dances later I'm hella tipsy and dancing in my seat...Lil' Webbies "Bad Bitch" comes on and me and my girls get up dancing. So apparently Day26 is still in the building and I'm glancing back at dude I'd made an eye connect with earlier, it was Que. I'm almost sure it was my buzz that made me approach him but the next thing I know I'm grabbing his hand motioning him to come dance with me. He was kinda hesitant but after taking one glance at my titties...shit...he couldn't resist..lmao...so I got my ass all against his dick as I'm feeling the music and he starts to loosen up a bit cuz I feel his hands moving up & down my hips. I readjust his hands back to my waist as the song goes off...and reconnect with my girls...It's 2am and they're ready to leave..But shit I felt like I was just getting started so I told them to go ahead without me...

So I notice Que sitting by himself..but this time he motions for me to take a seat next to him. I obliged, he bought more drinks and we talked for the next hour or so..I don't know if it was the alcohol or the fact that I hadn't had any dick in weeks...but the next thing I know I had invited myself back to his hotel...and shit he wasn't declining. I waited as he paid his tab and noticed him getting into a heated argument with the bartender...

He was highly upset, His boys tried to calm him down but he wouldn't STFU...then he ripped his receipt and threw it on the floor as security escorted him out...I was a bit confused but the liquor wouldn't allow me to worry...So we head to get his car and had been waiting for damn near 20 minutes for them to bring it around...he storms off and gets into ANOTHER heated argument...this time with valet.

At that point I started to get a little concerned....because TWO arguments in a row with random people was a bit odd..As we waited for them to pull his car up I could tell he was a bit tense and agitated...so I whispered in his ear and told him to just relax...and tried to release some of his tension by massaging his shoulders...Finally valet comes with his car and even though it took them forever...Que was such the gentleman and tipped the guy anyway...Before he could put his money up this homeless guy came outta nowhere and asked if he had some change...He reached for a ten in his wallet and the homeless guy snatched a hundred dollar bill and took off...all I could do was was gasp...Que got instantly upset and started throwing punches in the air...

I managed to calm him down once AGAIN and we headed to his hotel.

So we get to the lobby and he realizes he's misplaced his room key and lets the guy at the front desk know. I'm waiting by the elevators and all I hear is Que yelling at the clerk....

"No I think you're jealous son....and I got the text messages to prove it"

I couldn't believe it..he was in ANOTHER argument..At that point my buzz was completely OVER and had quickly turned into a headache. I was almost ready to leave but it was just something about him....so I stayed...

Finally we make it to his room and he's tense as hell...he sits on the edge of the bed and I take a seat next to him...in an effort to get his mind off of everything, I poured him a glass of wine and we sipped and talked until he came around...he was taking FOREVER to initiate so I made the first move kissing him softly on his lips...mmmm...I'll never forget the way his pretty pink lips felt...smooth and soft as silk....He placed his lips playfully across my neck and gently pushed my body until my back was against the mattress, then climbed on top of me. He planted more sweet kisses from my neckline to my collar bone. mmmmm... from my collar bone to my breasts. He placed his hand between my thighs, brushed his fingertips across my pussy and slid my dress off slowly...still pressing his lips against my skin with every touch...

I watched him take his shirt off as I laid on the bed wearing nothing but my black laced panties. I remember prior thoughts of envisioning him to be lame and immature...but as I stared into his eyes I saw a misunderstood creature ready to give me his all. He climbed back on top of me and placed more wet kisses across my neck as he caressed my breasts. Then he trailed his tongue slowly down my skin until he reached my pantyline. He put his lips against my pussy and slid my panties off...My thighs trembled as he placed his fingers inside of me...He spread my thighs apart and drew himself in closer until his face was one with my warm pussy...I closed my eyes as he began to devour my sweetness through ecstasy. I moaned and clinched my thighs around his shoulders tightly as he suctioned those soft lips inside of me...sucking and slurping...more wet kisses...swaying my clit back & forth with his tongue. As my pussy throbbed and dripped I pierced my fingers into the sheets and my moans grew louder... which made him only indulge himself more...As I came, all I could think was if his head game is THIS good then his dick must not be worth a damn...lmao..can't have the cake AND the icing right?!

Well...

I unbuttoned his pants as he sat up over me and pulled his dick out from his boxers. He was average...nothing spectacular...I stroked my hands across it and he immediately got hard. He pushed himself inside of me and proceeded to take long slow strokes...I enjoyed the steady pace of his rhythm and pierced my fingers against his back. He was feeling so good inside of me at one point I bit down on my lip a little too hard. He picked up the tempo and I could feel my pelvis throbbing and I was almost near my peak. Just as I began to feel my heart rate climax he inhaled a deep breath and held on to it for a few seconds...mmmmmmm...then he released his breath and let out a long vibrated moan...and dug his head into my chest...he came....before ME...I don't know why exactly....but...I wasn't expecting that. I came shortly after as he held himself inside me but yet I still felt slightly deprived from what could've been...Although I was only with him for one night I felt like he was so vulnerable and he must've felt some sense of comfort because he burst into tears as I held him in my arms...I've experienced a lot...but shit I've NEVER had a grown ass man cry after busting a casual nut.... I guess the unexpected is to be expected when you fuck a Bad Boy....

I've only text him a few times since that night but often reminisce on the way he handled my body like a delicate flower...I'd definitely fuck him again, because shit he owes me one...

*This story is completely fiction..I have not had sex with Qwanell "Que" Mosley..nor would I like to*

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1 The Rainman

I looked out the window and sighed lighting a cigarette. Opening the door, I stepped out onto the wooden deck. I stood there while looking outside all around me. I looked down to my cigarette, it needed to be flicked but I just watched the ash until it fell to the floor. I sighed again and moved over to the edge of the porch and leaned up against the railing. The big back yard sprawled out in front of me. I inhaled deeply, the smoke filling my lungs and giving me a little tingly feeling throughout my body. I had just started smoking and the sensations were still there. I felt a small rain drop on my head. I looked up and sighed as it started raining slightly.

“What are you doing out here?” I flicked my cigarette and turned around. My boyfriend of four years stood there smiling at me.

“I don’t know, I’m bored.”

He walked over to me and kissed me roughly. I pulled away and smiled at him. His hand reached around to pull my skirt up over my ass. I wasn’t wearing any underwear and he smiled as he gripped my ass tightly. I knew the next-door neighbors couldn’t see us because of the tall trees that guarded us. I kissed him deeply and he pushed me into the railing. He broke the kiss and quickly turned me over. I moaned out. I didn’t realize that he had released himself until his thick cock rubbed against my sweet opening. He pulled me to him so he could enter me with ease. My hands held onto the wooden railing for balance as he teased my wet opening. I gasped as he pushed into me with all his might. I turned to see his pleasured face, I felt a thick raindrop fall onto my nose. I smiled to him as the sky opened up and rain dropped on us hard. He pulled out and then pushed back hard. Our rhythm started as I moaned out, loving the feeling that was gathering inside me. I reached down as he slammed into me to rub my nub quickly. I moaned louder, pushing back against him. He knew I was going to cum soon, but he didn’t want that. He pulled out of me, shoving me against the railing and turning me around. He slammed into me again and I watched his face, I loved how it expressed his pure ecstasy. I knew he had always wanted to have sex outside. I laid my head back and let the rain drop on my face. I moaned as his fingers played with me between his pounding. I felt his body tense – he was going to cum and he couldn’t hold himself any longer. I moaned as I watched his face.

As soon as he was done he dropped to his knees. I couldn’t catch up fast enough and gasped as his fingers went inside of me and his tongue licked me quickly, tasting himself on me. I moaned out loud as his finger fucked me and his tongue licked me vigorously. I lifted my leg to rest my foot on his shoulder so he could gain better access. I was getting close and I gripped his hair. His tongue flicked one last time and I screamed out. I pulled on his hair as I rocked against the railing, enjoying my high. He came up and pulled me close and held me tightly.

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4 For The Last Time

It's been 2 months now and I can't say that I miss him. I can't say that I don't. Even though we still talked regularly, the lack of his presence didn't go without notice. Just last night I touched myself as I showered. Reminiscing on the mornings we spent together in his shower, and the nights I spent fucking him in his bed. Funny how towards the end we weren't exclusive. Funny how content I was with that. Although we both had an equal amount of suspicion. I didn't question his whereabouts, he didn't question mine. In the areas where our relationship lacked, we made up for it through sex and back blowing sex it was. It didn't matter the argument or the cause because by the end of it I knew that he was gonna tap that ass too sleep.

I don't know what got into me last night but I was feeling some kind of way. It was hella humid too, the thick moisture in the air had my satin nightie clinging to my clammy body and sleeping half ass naked under the fan wasn't helping. Tried clinching the pillow between my thighs but that only made me want it more. I sat up in the dark, debating if I was gonna call him. It was 2am, either he was on the way home or just getting in, so I decided to text.

"hey, u up?"

"just got in...about 2 shower, wassup?"

"just checking on ya"

"why you up so late"

"can't sleep and thinking about you...ain't that some shit? lol"

"you always thinking about me. don't front"

"shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid...lol"

"lol...you good? want me to call you?"

"i'd rather come by".....

I had no problems inviting myself. Hell, there's never been a time he'd declined and tonight was no different. and just like that, I was headed across town in the middle of the night wearing nothing but his old college jersey with my nightie underneath. He was half an hour away and I didn't care because I knew I could get there in 15 minutes. I had an appointment with my dick dealer and the only thing on my mind was him tattooing his signature all across this ripe pussy.

Even though I still had my key, I tapped on the door to announce my presence. He stood in the threshold bare chested wearing nothing but gray jogging pants. He smirked as I walked inside, "Is that all you wore" he asked. "unh unh" I shook my head and lifted his jersey off my body, revealing the gold satin nightie. He offered me a glass of wine but I quickly declined. There was nothing needed to elevate my mood because I was already there. I didn't need him taking time to slide off my panties because; shit, I wasn't wearing any. And in one smooth motion he had my back against his living room wall, three of his fingertips inside my soaking wet pussy and his soft lips suctioned against my neck. "mmmmm" I was only 3 seconds in his ecstasy but could already feel my clit swelling against his fingers. The thought of WANTING him was no longer running rampant in my mind. I NEEDED HIM. He shoved those three fingers inside my mouth so I could savor on the taste of my own river. I sucked each of them one by one and he lifted my body upward until my thighs were clamped around his waist. He moved in closer until my back was firmly against the wall then plowed his dick firmly inside. He thrusted back & forth against my body and the dampness of my pussy allowed him to slide in deeper with each stroke. The harder he pushed inside the more my pelvis throbbed. My thighs began to weaken and shiver beyond my control. I was growing numb and had a slight dull pain in the small of my back from that position, but sweet pain it was. I'd been a bad girl and I deserved to be punished.

No doubt about it, I wanted it rough and he knew it. With my legs still interlocked around his waist he carried me to the sofa dropped me on the cushions and commanded me to turn around until I was positioned on my knees with my back facing him. He bent me over the armrest and entered my pussy from behind. Thrusting and slapping his body against mine in hard fast motions. In the height of my orgasm I tried to resist him as my pussy pulsated rapidly. But he grabbed my upper torso and forcefully drew me back in against his flesh. I moaned as I felt the creamy warmth of both our rivers drip down my thighs. He slid out and released his grip. He was still hard and I wasn't leaving until I got what I came for. I turned around and pushed his back against the sofa and slid my pussy down his rock rod as I sat face forward in his lap. I bounced on that dick until he squirmed and was damn near ready to explode.

I wanted all of him. I knew he was about to release so I hopped off his dick and sat on my knees in front of him, he glanced at me with a look of confusion because he knew although I didn't mind his juices against my skin I'd never been a fan of it anywhere near my face. Tonight was different. I had an eerie feeling this could very well be our last time."mmmm give it to me" I whimpered."I want all of it". I didn't have to ask twice. I tilted my neck back, closed my eyes and felt his warm sweet cum splash against my mouth and drip down my chin. "mmmmm" then I stroked my tongue across my lips and rolled all of it into my mouth. I wrapped my lips around the tip of his dick and swallowed every drop of his love.

It's been 2 months since the last time we talked, 2 months since we touched. It's been too long. I'm thinking about texting him. For the last LAST time.

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7 Restraints

We squeezed into an overflowing bar off a street that seemed entirely devoted to Friday-night stag parties. She seemed almost embarrassed on behalf of her hometown because as soon as we arrived, she could tell it wasn't really my cup of tea. "Usually this place is pretty good," she shouted into my ear as we pushed between the bodies packed into a dimly-lit space. The loud music made conversation almost impossible.

I started looking around for a dark corner to push her into, but I eventually gave up. I lead her to the exit, "This place is too crowded, maybe we should just get back to your place?" As I bumped against her from behind and rubbed the bulge of my erection against her ass.

When we got to her place, the first I asked was if she had any toys laying around. There was none, she said; but that turned out to be a misunderstanding. It's easy figuring something out, especially that I knew exactly what she liked. The average household is full of potential restraints, blindfolds, gags, even spanking-implements. You just have to know where to look. And I finally laid my eyes on a sleep mask next to her bed.

We stood right by the bed, kissing playfully. I took her top off and slid my hand down to her ass and grabbed the sleep mask on the way. I lead her to a chair next to her window and asked her to undress. As she was undressing, I took the sash off her silk Kimono, walked over behind her as she sat naked on that chair and tied her hands to the back. I placed the sleep mask over her eyes and immediately, I felt her shoulders tensing. I've always liked the idea of blindfolds, they give a feeling of closure, containment and possession.

"Relax" I said quietly, as I rubbed her tensed shoulders. "I've got an idea, but only if you trust me." She smiled and said she would never trust someone who asked that.

"If I open those curtains...." I said, "Anyone who walks by and looks up can pretty much see you.."

She stayed quiet for a while, and I waited along for a response.

"Don't do it." She whispered, in a tone that was more concerned than anything.

"I'm sitting in front of you; looking at you, and I don't see why the rest of the world can't see what I'm seeing.."

She continued to smile nervously.

I teased her for a while, then, in some detail, I began to describe her to herself:

Her voluptuous curves, the way her heavy breasts stuck out even further than usual with her arms restrained like that, the swell of her stomach, and the width of her hips.

I placed two fingers on her neck, and traced a long, curvy line down her collarbone and breast to the end of one hard, dark nipple. Goosebumps appeared on her arms when I circled the tips of her breasts.

She knew what was happening, but not when I led her by the arm to the sofa and bent her over, there was a hint of surprised resistance in her movements. "No, I'm..." she started, but I landed a loud slap on her ass as she moaned; not in pain, but not quite in pleasure either.

I rested two fingers on her pussy as I stroked the spot my hand had just landed on for a moment. I took it slowly, waiting for her body to respond. Rubbing on her warm skin, I reached over and swept my finger across her lips. She sucked on it, silent and greedy, unaware of what's coming next.

I kissed down her back and circled each side of her ass before I traced my tongue down her labia. I pulled her butt-cheeks apart and dove in with my tongue until she started grinding her ass against my face and biting on the couch fabric. I heard her squealing, I knew she wanted it, but I didn't see the point of giving it to her just yet. My fingers slid easily in between the lips of her pussy. Twisting around slowly, trying to avoid her usually very sensitive clit, suddenly she pushed back against my hand, grinding herself on my fingers and came with a loud prolonged moan that was unmistakable by anyone passing by her bedroom window.

"Let me go" She said, in what sounded to me like a fragile yet enraged voice.

It sounded unmistakably urgent. I smiled to myself and pulled the sleep mask off, released her wrists and pulled her up into my arms, holding her. She didn't meet my eye. We stood there for a while, her nose burrowing in between my arm and chest.

"Fuck..." she said finally, and looked up at me. "Look, I don't know... just right now I need you to make love to me." She held her lips up for a kiss. A slow, sweet, slightly hesitant teenage kiss; but behind it, on the tip of her tongue, an intensity that could only belong to a grown woman.

She pulled me into the bedroom and helped me undress before we fell onto her bed and she sat down on top of me, holding my dick gently with one hand, she smiled and teased, taking forever to lean down. She swiped her hair across the tip, and finally introduced her lips to the sides of my hard dick; kissing it daintily.

When she had finally guided my dick inside her, she didn't allow me to move for the rest of the night. She basically took over after being untied, from the second she started teasing until she lead our way to orgasm. But it felt different, it felt passionate; almost too passionate for a person I'm just fucking. And the morning after, I somehow thought we'd talk about it. But nothing. In the remaining month or so of our fling (what she called it) we never discussed it.

But.. a couple of months ago, I saw her for lunch.. But that is a talk for another day.

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4 Boyfriend No. 2

Most days me and my dude didn’t get along. If we weren’t arguing about him not calling me, we were arguing about him not texting. It was one thing after another. And to top it all off, we weren’t even having sex. Me, Im not a “nympho” per say but I do like to get down. And he just never seems to be in the mood when I am. Shit, as of today we havent fucked in like 2 months! One thing I’ve learned, you cant force a man to fuck. Well you can, but that’s too much work for me! So after having one of those nights of too much arguing I officially made up my mind. I need a side boo.

Me and my girls decide to hit up the local strip club. Strange I know but that’s where all the cuties hang. And everybody knows me, when I step out, watch out! I’m 5’9’’ of caramel delight and well known around my city. Most niggas try and usually fail. But this particular night something felt different.

While standing at the bar doing my best to keep my composure after my 5th gin and tonic, I feel somebody walk up behind me. “How you doin’ miss?” The most beautiful, sensual baritone voice cooed into my ear. Shivers ran up and down my body as I turned around to see the finest man I’d ever laid eyes on. He towered over me and I inhaled his sweet, manly scent. “I’m fine and u?” I try to whisper back in my sexiest voice but deep down I’m nervous as hell because this man had me feeling some type of way just off his voice. “I’m doing well. I could be doing better.” He said staring in my eyes so intently. “How could you be doing better,” I questioned as he moved in so close to me I could see the sex building in his eyes. He then grabbed my hand and led me out of the club. I was halfway nervous but fuck it. My man wasn’t acting right and I knew it was time to get this well manicured pussy tore down. As I walked behind him I thought to myself what am I doing, but as I admired his well toned muscular body I knew exactly what was going down.

We got into his car and sped down the highway. Not knowing where we were going kinda scared me but turned me on at the same time. The smooth sounds of Dwele hummed in the background as we pulled into his driveway. “Where are we?” I questioned as he turned off the ignition and slid out of the car. As he walked over to open my door, I knew he was gonna fuck the shit out of me and I could hardly wait. He opened my door and lifted me up into his massive arms and kissed me hard and deep. My pussy dripped at the thought of what was in store. We hardly made it into the door before we were tearing each others clothes off, kissing and breathing like we would die if we stopped. He laid me down on the couch and slid off my panties. “Ooh what’s that?” he asked, but before I could answer he slowly drug his tounge along my swollen lips as he made his way to the center of my being. I threw my head back in ecstacy as he played with my clit ring over and over. It felt like thunder was rolling up in my body because the next thing I knew I was screaming out! OMG!!!!!

Like a snake he slithered up my body and made his way to my awaiting mouth. But not before I caught a glimpse of what I was preparing myself for. And honey, he was at least 11’’ of solid, chocolate rod. My pussy began to throb at the thought of all that man inside me. He entered me slow and forcefully and I allowed myself to give into the feelings I was feeling. As he dug his manhood deeper and deeper into me, I floated farther and farther into another world as I began to feel that same rolling thunder building up in between my legs. He began to pound me harder and faster until I felt his body tense up over mine and he quickly pulled out his massive dick and shoved it into my mouth and laced my throat with some of the sweetest cum I’d ever tasted.

Needless to say, 5 months later, he is still taking me to ecstacy.

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