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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7 I'm A Sex Addict ( and I Love It )

We had known each other for over a year, We worked at the same place both married to respective spouses but there was this chemistry between us that we did not know what to do about it. Every time we'd see each other it was like there was no one around we were the only ones and the world belonged to us. We flirted a lot, a smile here, a touch a rub a flick of the lips here and there. We could not stay away from each other. One day we were keeping a party at work and I dressed in this tight black(come fuck me) dress, in my 5" stiletto heels and red lace underwear with matching bra, I told myself I wasn't going to bring my husband because he was getting on my nerves and I wanted to get away. I'm 5'9 dark chocolate brown skin, well toned, flat tummy, long black hair and with an ass to die for.

There he was in a corner looking like a god, 6’ 2 body built like a quarterback, muscles everywhere, wearing a nice Armani shirt, with pants and hair looking neat as ever. All the girls were all over him then I walked in the room he came right up to me and brushed against my tight round firm ass and kissed me on my neck and said "Can I take that off with my teeth tonight". I turned around and said" right here, right now" Mind you I wasn't shy about sex at all, I love sex and he knew I wouldn't back down at all.

He grabbed me by the hand and we made our way through the crowd to his car, while in his car we started kissing and with the force we were going at made his cock stand at attention, he started driving and I pulled that monster out it looked like about 10" and I went straight down on it. Deep throating that fucker and he started to push my head deeper down on his cock and I said "you like that don't you mother fucker, fuck my mouth harder" I was loving it and he was making a lot of noises that was turning me on even more, I lick the shaft of his dick all the way down, up and down.

I started finger fucking myself while deep throating him and I came all over my fingers. I pulled my fingers out and pushed it straight into his awaiting mouth and he licked every one of them off.

We finally reached home and we couldn't wait to reach inside, He lifted me up off the ground and brought me upstairs and threw me down on the bed, and just went straight for my pussy. I was dying with pain and pleasure. I kept screaming "fuck me, fuck me harder with your tongue" and the noise just keeps turning him on. We switched into the 69 position and I just went crazy on his dick, deep throating that cock, so hard and he pushing my head down giving me everything and i just loved the shit out of that.

He lifted me up and him standing with my ass in the air and his dick in my mouth I was in dreamland begging for more, "Please baby fuck my mouth".

He threw me on the bed and turned me around with my head down on the side of the bed and just started fucking my mouth so hard, I was choking but I loved the hell out of it. He couldn’t take it anymore and just came all down my throat and I swallowed every last drop. I turn around and started to suck him back to life again and then just started riding the hell out his dick, going up and down and turned cowgirl and he couldn’t take it anymore so he pushed me off and placed me in the doggie style position and was just fucking the shit out my pussy, I kept saying " yes daddy fuck me, fuck me harder, I want it all and he just went deeper and deeper and I felt my pussy just throbbing and my feet started shaking and I was just ready to explode. He started talking shit saying "this my pussy and I’m going to fuck you till it hurts" and he held onto my shoulders giving me the full hundred It was pain and pleasure but to hell if I die I would die happy. He started to moan loudly so i told him to fuck my ass and he entered it was awesome. He started slow then he got up to tempo i was in wonderland speaking all different types of language begging him " don't stop, just fuck me harder baby, I want more fuck my ass harder. He was sweating and saying " You like this dick don't you and I said "yes don't take it out just give me more daddy, I want you in my mouth" and he came out my ass and shot is load straight down my throat again and I came with a massive gush and he was just lapping up all the juices that was flowing out my pussy.

We laid there on the bed just smiling afterwards.

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7 If That's Your Husband, Well, He Wasn't Last Night

I knew it was wrong to look at him in such a way. After all, he was nowhere near my type, he was short, quite talkative and seemed like a nervous wreck whenever someone spoke to him. Plus he was my co-worker. He was also married. Wrong on so many levels. But I didn’t care. Whether he knew it or not, he belonged to me.

Rewind to a few months ago when the company hosted a party at a bowling alley. He had brought his wife with him. Right then and there, I already sized them up; she was the one wearing the pants in the marriage and he would do whatever she’d tell him to do. She’d given me side eyes all night long and even said nastily that she used to be my size and how she’d wish she could get back down to my size again. She resembled Mo’Nique and even had her attitude, that skinny women were evil. I made sure to stay away from his wife that night, even though he kept talking to me.

He was dark skinned, well dressed, slightly nerdy, wore dreads that hung slightly past his shoulders and was in the process of losing weight. He’d been with the company for 5 or 6 years, myself, 9 years. Like I said before, he was nowhere near my type, but something about him that night turned me on.

I didn’t know if he was checking me out at the party, but I knew for sure that he was very unhappy being with her. She’d dominate the conversations, ask him to get her some water or another beer, even made him walk with her to the bathroom! I’m surprised she didn’t ask him to come inside the ladies room and ask him to wipe her ass, but I digress.

After the party I opted to take a cab alone, rather than share it with them. They lived way uptown, almost close to the Bronx, while I was practically in the middle of Harlem. Even though he insisted on paying my way, I told him no.
"Well, get home safe," he said.
"Thanks," I said.
She said nothing. Bitch.

Fast forward to a few months later, my line rang at work.
"Hello?"
"Hey, it’s me," he said.
"Hi. What can I do for you?"
"Well, I was wondering if you’ve been to this new spot called Body?"
Body was an upscale lounge where all the A-list celebs and athletes came to be seen. You had to be dressed to impress or you weren’t getting in at all.
"Oh, yes, I’ve been there a few times."
"I wanted to know if you would like to go with me?"
I had to think about this one. Was his jealous, insecure, bossy wife going to be with him? If she was going, I wasn’t going.
"Well, I don’t know."
"She’s not going to come with me," he said.
"Huh?" How did he know I was going to ask him that?
"So are we going or not? I’m curious to see how you dance on the dance floor."
Yeah, he was curious, all right……..

Saturday night and I stood in line waiting patiently for him. I was wearing a dress that looked painted on with some 4-inch heels. The flyer called for upscale attire and I looked the part.
He showed up ten minutes later and I had to do a double take. He wasn’t wearing glasses, he had on a really nice suit and when I went to hug him, he smelled so good. What was that cologne, I thought? Was it "Unforgivable" by Sean John? Was it CK1? Well, whatever it was, it smelled good and was making my panties wet. Plus, the weight loss had paid off, he was looking slimmer in the face and body.

He offered to take off my coat at coat check and I felt his eyes on me. The way the dress was hugging me along with the peep toe "fuck me" heels, why wouldn’t he? Even security was checking me out as I paid the attendant and waited for my change.

"Umm, you look really good," he managed to say. I know his dick was getting hard at the sight of my slim body in the dress. No need to suck in my stomach or wear Spanx or anything like that.

We made our way to the bar and we both took it in. The lounge was a very sexy atmosphere, dim lights and the right music. Even the drinks were sexy. Drink names like Orgasm, Screaming Orgasm, Tie Me to the Bedpost, who wouldn’t get turned on?

Later on that night, we were tipsy and dancing up a storm in the VIP lounge and then it happened. His hands were all over my body. He was feeling my waist, my ass, my thighs. When I had my back turned, he felt my stomach and admired how flat it was. I felt his hard dick pressed up on my ass when I went to drop down low and sweep the floor with it. It felt big. Who knew a short guy was packing? I was starting to get curious. What would it be like to go to bed with him? But once again, he was a co-worker and married…….and I couldn’t think those thoughts about him.

We shared a cab and as the driver dropped me off at my house, he looked at me with those bedroom eyes.
"Are you gonna give me some sugar?" he said, his hand on my thigh.
I gave him a peck on the cheek.
"No, that’s not the sugar I want," he said and leaned in and kissed me on the lips, slipped me the tongue. He kissed me with such a passion I thought I would never feel and I was feeling this shit. Meanwhile, the cab meter was running.
The cab driver said, "Hello? Are you leaving?" He had the nerve to get impatient and rightfully so, because time was money.
"Yeah, I’m leaving," I said, realizing that I had to go. I put myself together and got ready to exit the cab.
"You can’t leave," the co-worker said, pulling me back in.
"Why not?" I said.
"Because the night is not over." Even though it was 4AM. He took my hand and placed it on his hard dick. "Aren’t you curious about me the way I am about you?"
You know the R. Kelly song, my mind was telling me no, but my body was screaming yes.

"But what about your wife?"

He told the cab driver to take us to Amsterdam Avenue and the shit was going to be on!

We ended up at a hotel and picked up where we left off. He kissed me again and undressed me. I was ready to get out of my "fuck me" heels, but he said, "leave them on."

He sat on the edge of the bed and enjoyed the view. The view being me, long legged, caramel complected, perky breasts, flat stomach and tight ass. Thank God I did a Brazilian wax earlier today, because my punanny was smooth to the touch.

I pushed him down on the bed and got his clothes off. Dayum, he was packing! He had to be at least 7 or 8 inches! The dick stood at full attention and I had to suck on him.
I sucked and jacked him off and I could hear him grunting and groaning. I licked his shaft up and down and teased the tip of his dick with the tip of my tongue. The precum was oozing out of the tip and I licked every single drop of him. I don’t know if he wasn’t getting any head at home or getting any at all or if her performance was lackluster, because when I looked up, his eyes rolled in the back of his head, as if he were possessed.
"Oooh shit, right there!" he moaned. "I’m about to cum!"
"No, you can’t cum yet," I said. "I want to take a ride on your pole."
"I need to cum NOW!"
"Fine, have it your way," I said. I jacked him off until I heard this animal noise coming from him that you wouldn’t believe. The cum shot out like hot lava from a volcano!
I tasted his cum and he tasted soooo yummy. He must have ate some pineapples, some protein or something, because that was the best cum I’ve ever tasted.
But I have yet to ride his pole, so I sucked on him again to get him hard.
"Oooh, girl, what are you doing to me?" he moaned.
I wouldn’t stop until he was hard. I grabbed the condom that was on the bed, put it on him. I slowly sat on his dick until it was so deep inside of me. He and I were both in heaven as I rode him slow, taking every inch of his dick inside of me.

"This my dick, right?" I whispered. He said nothing, so I raised up off of his dick.

"I said, is this my dick?"

"Yes," he whimpered.

"I can get it when I want it, right?"

"Yesssss," he hissed, and I rode him until we both came and passed out.

True to his word, his dick belonged to me for like a few months. He craved my tight pussy after that night. Even though we were in different departments, we had to be extra careful with the conversations, text messages and where we met for our "fuck sessions". The work week was always shitty, but the nights and sometimes the weekends were always interesting.

I got a phone call at my house late one night. Some woman screaming in my ear about someone screwing her husband.

"Bitch, I know you're fucking my husband!" It was her.

"Well, if that's your husband, he wasn't last night." Click.

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4 Hoes Are Your Friends

Ava was never the jealous type, but she envied her roommate and best friend’s relationship with her boyfriend. They always seemed so happy and in love and Dominic appeared to be the perfect boyfriend he also had a good job, drove a nice car and was sexy as hell. He was Puerto Rican and Black so he had that pretty mocha complexion and that soft curly hair. He and Ava were friends but they never hung out unless Traci was with them. But Ava could swear sometimes when Traci wasn’t looking, Dominic would be undressing her with his eyes. It could be her imagination playing tricks on her but she doubted it. She was a head-turner and a heartbreaker, long legs, smooth skin and an ass that needed its own zip code. It wasn’t long before Traci and Dominic moved in together and Ava kind of hated it. It meant less time seeing Dominic walk around shirtless, the man had a body that would make any NFL wide-receiver cry.

One night when Ava and her current dick dealer were having problems she decided to drive over to talk with Traci. She was pissed off and needed a release and since sex was out, talking with her good friend was the next best thing. She pulled into the driveway and knocked on the door.

“Oh hey Dom, Is Traci here? She asked.

“Uh nah, I guess she didn’t tell you? She had a business conference this week and won’t get back until Monday.”

Crap Ava thought. No sex and no male bashing with a girlfriend. She looked up at Dominic standing there without a shirt on. Hmm, maybe sex isn’t out of question, she did have on her sexy underwear and she was horny. But no! She can’t have sex with her best friend’s man, that’s against the rules. But now that thought had entered her mind she couldn’t get it out.

“Hey Ava, you okay?” He asked showing some concern. Snapping out of her moral dilemma she said “Oh yeah I’m fine, just needed to talk to her. You mind if I use your bathroom?” She made her way into the house and went straight to the bathroom, while she was in there she continued her internal conflict. Finally after 10 minutes she decided what the hell, you only live once. She stripped down to just her underwear and shoes, a purple lace butterfly thong with a matching purple bustier and gold pumps with a 4inch heel. She opened the door and heard Dominic laughing from the direction of the kitchen. She walked into the kitchen and stood in the entrance with her hands on her hips and a smirk on her face.

“Uh, um uh.. Hey man let me call you back” he didn’t take his eyes off of Ava as he hung up the phone. “Ava…..what in the hell are you doing? He asked sounding more turned on than surprised.



She walked over and stood directly in front of him and with the heels they were eye level. "I wanna fuck you" she said as she grabbed his dick with her right hand and gave it a squeeze. She leaned in to kiss him pausing to make sure he wouldn't stop her, and he didn't so she licked his lips with the tip of her tongue. She parted his lips with her tongue and they kissed like they were long time lovers. Both of his hands grabbed her ass cheeks and her hand was still holding his ever-growing dick. Her mouth started to move down to his neck as he threw his head back. Ava started to feel his dick grow larger and harder and it only turned her on more. She gave him one last kiss on the lips and squated down to see exactly what she was dealing with. She pulled down the basketball shorts he had on and she smiled as she looked up at him, his dick was a gift from the Penis Gods. Thick and juicy with just the right length and slighty crooked so that it would hit all the right spots. She licked the head of his dick and his body tensed, she licked all over his dick then came back to flick her tongue over the tip. He pulled down her bustier and proceeded to play with her nipples and breast, she let out soft moans and hum's on his dick. She took her left hand and started to play with herself through the opening in her thong. She bobbed her head over his dick sucking, licking and rubbing. She didn't want him to cum yet though so she didn't go all out. She looked up at him and told him "I NEED to feel you inside of me." He pulled her up and bent her over the kitchen island with some force, like he was angry at her and it turn her on even more. She slipped out of her thong and bustier and told him "I want you to fuck me hard!" as she looked behind and stared him the eyes. He entered her wet and throbbing pussy with one quick thrust. He was hitting it from the back with his left hand on her shoulder for support and the other hand playing with her clit. His strokes were unpredictable and passionate.

"Oh fuck me daddy, fuck me harder" Ava told him. He thrust's moved faster and quicker. She could feel her pussy contracting around his dick every time he went deeper inside of her. Dominic placed both hands on the side of Ava’s waist and pulled her back on his dick so that he can go even deeper inside of her. The crookedness of his dick hit a spot Ava didn’t even know she had, she let out a squeal of extreme pleasure and started to push back on him. The sensation was intoxicating, she was so high off of pleasure she couldn’t form complete thoughts. His erratic penetration and deep thrust drove her crazy, and Ava couldn’t take it anymore. Her knee’s locked and her back arched, her pussy held an even tighter grip on Dominic’s dick and when the eruption came she squirted her juices all over his dick and the floor. Her body trembled and she didn’t notice or even care if Dominic got his. She was in her very happy place at the moment and she didn’t want to leave just yet. Dominic eased his way out of her and leaned up against the wall just staring at her shaking his head. Ava gave him a wicked grin and picked up her underwear and sauntered to the bathroom to wash up and get dressed. As she left the bathroom she headed straight to the door to leave. She heard footstep’s approach behind her and she turned to see Dominic coming towards her with a hesitant smile on his face. Ava returned the smile and said

“Listen what we just did here doesn’t have to be a one time thing” as she put her hands on his sweaty chest. “I won’t tell Traci if you won’t”.

She gave him a kiss on the cheek and walked out the door without a backward glance.

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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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5 Tony Who? (Part 3)

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Tony Who? (Part 1)
Tony Who? (Part 2)

Before he could say a word, Bria stepped inside and pulled his head down to hers in a long kiss, running her hands over his muscled chest. Groaning he closed the door behind her. Pushing her against the door, his hands traveled leisurely over her breasts and down past her waist until his hand came to the tied bow at her dress. With a slight tug of his wrists the wrap dress fell open. Moaning his appreciation, Michael pushed it off of Bria’s shoulders to the floor. Taking a step back, he looked at Bria’s petite body covered only by the red lace boy shorts and bra. “Damn, good things do come in small packages. You are so sexy mami,” he whispered.

Bending down to nibble and bite at her stomach, Michael slipped his hands underneath her underwear to grab handfuls of her ass, slowly pulling her underwear down. On his knees, he first placed one of her legs over his shoulder, then the other leg on his other shoulder, leaving her heels on, until she was sitting with his face between her pussy.

“Hold on tight,” he grinned up at her.

“Michael…..”

Sliding her back against the wall, he slowly stood up until he was in a standing position. He began to eat and lick her pussy until her head fell back and she let out a high pitched scream. Grabbing his head, Bria did as she was told and hung on for dear life.

If possible, Bria became even wetter as Michael’s tongue gave her a slow, deep fuck. With his tongue inside, he continued to move it like he was searching for something of great value and wasn’t going to stop until he found it. Pulling back he gently sucked and massaged the inner lips of her pussy with soft suctioning motions, then moved his tongue around the base of her clit. He had found the spot last night, and it had driven her crazy.

By now Bria, was damn near trying to smother him the way she began pushing his face closer to her pussy. Wetting his finger, from the juices running out of her, Michael gently inserted his finger in her ass, while simultaneously flicking his tongue around her clit then firmly sucking on it. He kept this up until she began trembling from the force of her forthcoming orgasm.

“Oh Fuck!!!...” Bria screamed. Cum began to flow out of her like it was a faucet. Michael licked and swallowed until every drop. Damn, she tasted good.

Finally, he carefully put her down until her feet were touching the floor. Leaning down, he kissed her wetly, letting her taste how sweet was, which she did eagerly.

Moaning, Michael walked Bria back with him while still hungrily kissing her. Breaking the kiss, he turned her around and leaned her over the table by the wall and spread her legs

Unzipping his jeans, he pushed them down to his ankles and growled at her in a voice full of need, “You might want to hold on tight...again ”, right before he plunged his full length into her to the hilt. Throwing his head back he groaned his pleasure. Shit, this pussy is so tight.

Bria almost passed out from ecstasy as he began to fuck her deep and hard and fast. He wasn’t gentle, but then again, she didn’t want him to be right now. Squeezing the muscles in her pussy, she tightened up even more. Grabbing her hair, he continued to circle his hips back and forth as he fucked her, trying to get as deep as he could. With his other hand, he smacked her ass hard. Bria screamed from the slight sting, but it increased her pleasure even more, and before she knew it, she was cumming again. Feeling the contraction around his dick, Michael let out a loud series of grunts as he came.

They continued fucking for almost another hour in different positions before they ended up on the bed trying to catch their breath from the furious sex session.

Pulling Bria to him, Michael held her as she nodded off. Wherever this thing with them led, one thing he knew for sure; he wasn’t going to share her with anyone else. She was definitely going to have to get rid of her so called man. Now.

As she stirred almost half an hour later, Bria turned her head to find Michael staring at her.

“Whats wrong?” she asked.

“Nothing's wrong, baby. Just watching you sleep….and also thinking about how hungry I suddenly am,” he said with a grin. “What would you like to order from room service?”

“What time is it?” Looking out the window, she noticed that the sun was beginning to set.

“Almost 6. Why?”

“Shit.” Leaning over to give him a quick kiss, Bria jumped up. “I was intending to tell you when I first got here, but something distracted me,” she told him with a sexy smile as she hurriedly pulled on her clothes. “I forgot that I have to go to a birthday party, and believe me if I could get out of it I would.”

Just then her phone rang. Seeing that it was Tony she gestured to Michael to be quiet. “Yes, Tony?”

...to be continued...

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2 Tony Who? (Part 2)

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Stepping out of the shower and drying off, Bria threw on a pair of blue jean short shorts and baby tee so that she could spruce up the place.

The phone rang a couple of hours later, and after looking at the caller ID, Bria picked up the phone, frowning, when she saw it was Tony.

"Hello," she answered.

"What's up babe? Are you feeling better? I tried to call you last night, but the phone just rang."

Probably because Michael had unplugged it after about the 5th call, Bria thought to herself. "I told you I was going to take something for my stomach and then go to bed. I didn't even hear the phone." Damn, I'm getting a little bit too good at lying.

"Oh, ok. Well don't forget about Sharon’s surprise party tonight. Mark is about to go crazy thinking that something’s gonna go wrong...I’ll just be glad when the whole thing is over with so he can stop bugging the hell out of me and Ty. I guess I’ll pick you up around 6:30. Mark wants to make sure everyone is there well in advance before Sharon gets there."

Oh shit, I forgot about the damn party! "That’s right," Bria said with forced interest in her voice. "The party is tonight...ummm...yeah that’s fine."

"Ok babe, see ya then."

After she'd hung up the phone, Bria hurriedly found the number to the hotel that Michael had left for her, and called his room.

"Hello," he answered.

Bria's heart sped up at the sound of this voice. He had to have one of the sexiest voices she'd ever heard.

"Hi. It's me."

"Hello me." Michael's voice lowered into an even sexier tone. "How are you?"

"I'm fine," Bria squeaked out. Rolling her eyes and clearing her throat, she asked in a stronger voice, "How are you?"

"Oh I'm great." Pausing, he then asked, "Did you enjoy yourself last night?"

With her heart speeding up even more, Bria could feel her pussy getting moist thinking about last night. "Very much."

"Good. How fast can you come to my hotel?"

By the way he murmured those words, Bria knew that he was ready to continue where they left off last night. Looking at the clock, Bria saw that she’d have at least a good 3 or 4 hours to be with him before she’d have to come back home and get ready for the party. Her pussy downright wet now, Bria told him, "I'll be there in about 20 minutes."

Bria hurriedly rushed to the bathroom and took a quick shower. After rubbing her body with scented lotion, she slipped on a pair of red lace boy shorts with a matching lace bra, smiling to herself when she pictured what Michael’s reaction would be. After putting on a short wrap dress and heels, Bria left her house and headed to the hotel.

***********

Michael had just stepped out of the shower and pulled on a pair of jeans that he left unsnapped. When he heard the knock at the front door, he grabbed a long sleeved white shirt and threw it on as he headed towards the door.

Bria had raised her hand again, prepared to knock again when the door swung open. It literally took her breath away at how incredibly sexy he was. As her eyes traveled down his chest to his jeans, Bria’s eyes became large when she saw the outline of his erection through the material.......

...to be continued...

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3 Tony Who?

...not Tony

Saturday morning........

Bria stretched her naked body under the covers and purred a sigh of utter contentment. She had never felt more satisfied in her life. With eyes still closed, she savored the subtle soreness from parts of her body that let her know she had been thoroughly fucked... and fucked well.

Turning her head to look at the now empty space beside her, she picked up the folded piece of paper that was lying on the pillow.

'You were sleeping so peacefully that I didn't want to wake you. I called my car to take me back to the hotel to shower and change. I’ll call you in a couple of hours.'
PS If you're smiling right about now, that means I did what I needed to do..'

Baby, you did your job and then some, Bria thought to herself with another smile.

Finally working up the strength to get up and take a quick shower, Bria went to the bathroom to turn the water on. After she had adjusted it to a comfortable temperature, she stepped under the shower and let the water run over her body.

Closing her eyes, the marathon sex that she and Michael had experienced last night flashed through her mind. The pictures were so vivid that she could almost feel his dick as she slid down on him and rode him for all she was worth. She had squeezed and primed that dick with every twist and circle of her hips. He may have had her damn near speaking in tongue, but she held her own as well. By the time they'd finished, there was no question that she’d done the damn thing and given him the business. He was moaning and screaming and cursing about as loud as she by the time they fell asleep from pure exhaustion. The way he'd made her feel, Tony had never.....

Damn. What was she going to do about Tony? She was sure he was wondering what in the hell was going on the way she had rushed him out of the door last night. They had been together for a while, but lately… Coming out of her daze, Bria shook her head..... She'd deal with Tony later. Right now she was dick whipped and planned on getting a lot more of it before Michael left tomorrow.


*to be continued*

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2 Seduction on the 22nd

I'd seen him once or twice before, just in passing and the scent of his Armani cologne lingered in the back of my mind for what seemed like a multitude of seasons. A while had gone by and what once was a gratifying yearning for something that was possibly within my grasp suddenly became a distant & intangible memory. But my longing for him was only short lived.

I saw him again, on an elevator filled to its capacity, there he stood, in front of me. My five foot five frame vanished in the mirrored doors as I positioned my back against the wall and made room as the final occupant entered. The exterior lining of his suit brushed lightly against my hand as he eased backwards just a bit. I felt a brief pulsation in my chest as he turned in my direction and fashioned his mahogany lips to say "Excuse Me" I timidly smiled and replied “No Problem”. After a few weeks which turned into a few months, passed, I began to become accustomed to his routine. Not by choice but by circumstance. It was as if our alarms simultaneously echoed, as if our toast got crisp just past 7:15 because every morning we’d cross paths in that elevator. We’d say our cordial hellos, brief conversation, even became familiar by name. But the scent of his cologne never lingered past the 12th floor, not for me anyway. He had business to attend to and so did I. When the florescent numbers lit up & colored the number 12 in red, that was my cue, the soft chime forced my imagination to subside back to my reality as I reached my floor. He’d tell me to “Take Care” as I exited and I’d reply “Thanks, Have a Good Day”. I wondered if my sweet scent lingered as he stood alone on that elevator awaiting his destination, little did I know I’d soon have my answer.

It was late in the evening, and it had been a long and stressful day. The only thing on my mind was a steamy shower with my name on it. I couldn’t wait to get home and relax. Just as I locked the lobby doors I noticed that small brown box that I’d been procrastinating to deliver since the beginning of the week. I had an extended weekend ahead of me and figured there was no sense in ignoring it again. So I grabbed the package and headed to the 22nd floor. On my way up I glanced at myself through the elevators mirrored doors. "What a mess" I said aloud. I quickly gathered myself as everything seemed out of place. I swept my long black hair behind my shoulders and placed my hands on my hips. The black pencil skirt in which I hadn't worn in months seemed to be fitting just a little too right. Aside from the compliments & second glances I'd received all day I shook my head in disbelief at the few inches my thighs had grown since the last time I'd worn it. I turned to the side and examined the reflection of my silhouette. I couldn't help but to crack a smile as I thought back of how the delivery guy always turned around as I walked away, to get an eye full of my frame from behind. Just as the elevator chimed to the 22nd floor I readjusted my form fitting white collared blouse and headed to suite 2200.

Aside from the after hours cleanup crew, the place seemed very much vacant. As I walked past the lobby I inhaled the scent of Armani Code in the air. His door was slightly cracked but I proceeded to tap on it lightly as I'd done on many of occasions. He opened the door and silently motioned for me to come in as he stood near the window behind his desk. I quietly pulled the door closed and placed the package at the edge of the end table. I sat and watched him finish the long winded conversation he was having on his cell phone and at times he seemed to be growing a bit tense. While I awaited patiently I began to dissect his body from behind. He stood about 6 foot 4, his build was firm and his shoulders were broad. The lights beneath the tinted skies reflected from the window against his almond toned skin. His deep, rich, baritone solemnly said "Take Care" to the voice on the other end. Before turning in my direction he gazed at the skyline for a moment and took a deep breath, as if to disconnect his thoughts from the previously present.

"How was your day" he asked as he took a seat behind his desk.

"Long but Interesting" I replied.  He loosened up his tie and smirked "It took your ass long enough to get here". I walked towards him, placed my hands firmly on his shoulders as I stood behind his chair.

"Somebody's a little tense, can I make it better?"

"You always do" he replied.

I leaned in and stroked my tongue lightly across his ear. "Make me work for it" I whispered. Still standing from behind, I began to unbutton his shirt and tossed his tie to the floor. He rotated his chair to face my direction and positioned my body between his legs. As I stood he caressed my hips with his palms and pulled me closer until my breasts were one with his face. I placed my fingertips on his forehands and guided them from my hips to my ass. He slipped his hand inside the top of my blouse, beneath my black laced bra and pinched my nipples which immediately reached their peak. I slipped out of my blouse and closed my eyes as he planted soft wet kisses across my cleavage. I released a playful moan and the warmth from his lips ignited my temperature.

His kisses abruptly stopped and he reached for his cell phone that created vibrations across his desk. The look in his eyes made it obvious who was on the other end. I wanted him to ignore it but it wasn't my place to suggest. I knew my role and I knew what took weight of his heart and with that I couldn't compete. I also knew how to manipulate the one thing that did belong to me, his body. I sat across his lap and pressed my lips against his neck, that was his spot. He'd always grow so weak when I'd kiss him there. I wanted his full attention and demanded it with the way I nibbled on his neck. I sucked & planted more wet kisses and smiled as he grew more sensitive with every kiss. He finally released the phone from his hands and made the choice to ignore it. I smiled playfully because at that moment I knew I was in full control. I felt the bulge in his pants swell against my thighs and I placed his hand in mine. I slid off the silver band around his finger and carefully placed it in his briefcase underneath the desk. He took off his shirt and unzipped the back of my skirt as I knelt to his throne. I sat on my knees in between his legs & brushed my hand across his erection, he was so hard.

"Stand up" I commanded, he obliged and dropped his pants to the floor. I stroked the length of his dick with my hands and sucked just the tip into my mouth. I held that position for a few seconds until it intensified his erection. As he rested his hands on the back of my neck, my pussy got so wet from the sensation of his trophy against my tongue. The sound of his moans turned me on more as I sucked harder down to the shaft "you taste so good" I said so seductively. I drew his dick into my mouth in it's entirety then released it slowly & grazed my teeth against it lightly until the head was back at the tip of my mouth. His pelvic muscles contracted as I gave it one last kiss. He instructed me to stand up, slid my skirt off aggressively and pushed my body down until my back rested against his cherry wood desk. Chills ran down my spine as he kissed around my navel. He teased my pelvis with his tongue then slid off my lace panties using only his teeth. My hips trembled as his tongue devoured my pussy until I felt the creamy warmth run down my thighs. He pulled my back from against the desk & held me at my waist until my ass was just at the edge. He spread my thighs apart and pushed himself inside my dripping pussy.

"Mmmmmm" I moaned "give it to me baby" I liked talking shit and he loved talking more shit. He shoved himself in deeper and I jerked back as I felt the throbbing pressure against the base of my spine.

"Don't run from it, take this dick" he commanded as he grabbed my waist and reeled me in closer. I felt every inch of his dick throb between my pulsating pussy and could no longer control my silence. I whimpered and pierced my fingertips into the flesh on his back as he continued to thrust against my body. There was so much sweat between us he had to interlock his hands around my waist just to keep me from sliding. His grinding was getting faster and my pussy got more sensitive with every thrust. I knew he wanted to explode but he always held back until I came first. I felt my clit swell and the sensation in my pussy pounded like a drum. I closed my eyes and dug my face into his shoulder and moaned loudly as I came. My whole body trembled, then he grunted and released inside of me. He could've held my body in that position until morning if I hadn't whispered in his ear "you have to go".

He looked at the time as we cleaned up & pieced ourselves back together. I slipped back into my pumps,  handed him his brief case and watched him slide that silver band back around his finger. He kissed my cheek gently before letting me out of his office and told me to "Take Care". I only heard the echo of my heels click clack across the marbled floors as I walked alone out of suite 2200. Back at the mirrored doors I stood. Back to my reality my mind fashioned.

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