He was SO BIG.
I'm no stranger to a dick as I've had my fair share. Black ones, white ones, mexican ones, even an Asian one snuck in there one night. When a man goes bragging on his dick it don't move me.
But he was so big.
Our conversations got me to the point where I would have fucked him in public if he just said the word. The time had come to take the words to actions, and I was more than ready for him. I said fuck it to the formalities and met him at his place with nothing on. Literally nothing, not even a trench coat. I decided to delve into full tartdom and come Vanity 6 style: teddy, garter, thigh highs, heels, and a cape. If his street had been a well lit one I could have been picked up for indecent exposure.
As expected his jaw dropped as he opened the door, and I walked in his place as confident as can be. I whipped my cape around and looked him square in the eye. He was going down.
And then I looked down. The bulge in his pants was so unreal I started laughing. "What's in there, some socks and t-shirts?" I couldn't believe he had gone to such lengths to impress me. But then he reached in and began to unroll that mug. What? I had to force the lump that appeared in my throat to disappear. That mug was so AWESOME that every orifice on my body was screaming to get close to it, but my common sense was telling me I would never walk or talk again if I put mouth or cooch near that thing.
He stroked it and it had the nerve to get bigger. I had no choice but to submit. I dropped to my knees in front of it and told him to smack with it. He lightly tapped my face with it but I grabbed hold of it and told him harder. He swung it back and landed a solid one on my cheek. It felt so good I asked for more. And more. And more. When I could feel my face was starting to turn red, I opened my mouth as wide as I could to take that mug in. I could only get my mouth over the head and it had my shit stretched to maximum! This was not human...
I opted to lick that mug since no human being could possibly fit their mouth around it. I started at the base next to his balls and licked all the way to the tip and without lifting my tongue, ran it back down to the base. I kept this going until I had a rhythm on his dick and then added some hand movements to simulate giving him head. I kept my mouth wet so that we didn't miss a beat. I felt him stiffen in my hands and under my tongue. He reached around and started fingering my clit which was already soaking wet and then ran his other hand down the crack of my ass, which was also wet. He kept massaging both until I literally dripped juice on the floor. At that point I couldn't take it anymore. I laid back on his bed, grabbed both of my legs and placed them behind my head. I spread my pussy lips apart so he could get a full view. My eyes told him exactly what to do.
He came at me with that monster in hand and rubbed the head into my pussy and sucked up all of the juice there. I moaned at the pressure he was applying and knew I was in for a doozy once he entered. He got the head in with no issue but started trying to go deeper. I had to put my legs on his shoulders - half to help him in, and half to push him away a bit. It hurt like hell but felt good at the same time. He could tell I was trying to push him away but got the best of me. He picked me up by the thighs and rammed that mug all the way in. I thought I was going to die.
I was shocked when my pussy reacted by getting super wet and stretched enough to accommodate him. He pumped in and out and as soon as I got my bearings, my body responded in kind. I could feel him deep in my stomach, feeling like he was about to burst through to my chest. He was, by far, the best sex I'd ever had.
I came the first time within five minutes of him fully entering me, and again 10 minutes later when he didn't stop. I held on to his neck and back for dear life and let him knock the bottom out from under me. I knew I would be sore and swollen when he finished but I didn't care. I had never felt so wide open and so well fucked.
He turned me over for the doggystyle but stuck his tongue in my ass first. I could barely feel it since I was damn near numb down there. Then I felt him try to stick that big thing in my ass and I had to protest. My pussy would come back to normal with some ice. My ass was another story altogether. He put it in from behind doggystyle and my body bent to his will. I lay with my chest flat on the bed with my ass up for maximum penetration. I wasn't ready for what pleasure this experience was set to bring me. After five good strokes I started crying, my tears serving a dual purpose. He had taken me to new heights with the pleasure he was giving me but I knew he would not be a kept man. As bad as I wanted him all to myself, a man with a tool like that wasn't going to stay put.
In the moment of his climax, I released him too and unattached myself quickly. Every inch of my being wanted to wrap around him and pull him close, but for him that was ordinary. But getting up from the bed was not an option either - my body was spent. I heard him get in the shower and decided to let sleep take me away from this mess I'd walked into.
I'd dream of that monster for the next seven nights....
TO BE CONTINUED
Monday
Thursday
After The Podcast
"Words change meaning all the time. Gay doesn't mean happy anymore, it means homosexual. Bad doesn't mean bad - it means good. That's a bad chick. She's a bad chick." On that final line, he pointed across the table at her. She smiled, picking up on his meaning. It was their little secret, but she looked around the table cautiously to see if anyone else picked up on it. Only Pam caught her gaze and chuckled. She'd been the one to bring them together.
She BBM'd him. After this?
Him: Your place. Mine is too much of a construction zone.
Her: Ok.
She couldn't wait and neither could he. It was a surprise that the energy they were silently passing back and forth to each other couldn't be felt by others at the table. But the others were so wrapped up in the conversation with the clutter of mics and headphones in their midst, they didn't notice the glances they threw at one another - or the fact that he was rubbing his legs against hers underneath the table.
They couldn't leave at the same time and she'd brought a friend, so after the second session, she politely excused herself and left. Watching her walk away got his dick hard - he would have gladly followed her out the door, but he had to stay cool.
Two hours and four sessions later, the podcast had come to an end. He was anxious - too anxious really - and opted to roll a blunt and relax before he headed to her place. As bad as he wanted her, he wanted to bottle it; wait until he saw her naked body and then allow his lust to take over. He sat outside with Pam and a few other podcasters for a cipher and received another BBM. Where you at? I'm ready... He smiled - she was anxious too. It would be worth the wait.
Once he was in his car, he paused for a second and thought about sending Michelle a message. It had been hours since they argued and he had yet to hear from her. He was pissed. Her attitude tonight made him question why he ever got married in the first place. Seeing Reese across the table at the podcast hadn't helped. It had been awhile since they'd fucked but he still craved her body from time to time. It was so different from Michelle's. Her length matched his perfectly and their sex was more like a dance: fluid, in harmony, on beat.
He took the windy path by the coastline that led to her beachside apartment and found a parking space in front of her building. He called her number and she silently buzzed him in. He could see her figure blocking the doorway as he made his way down the hall. She had removed her outfit from earlier and stood there in a silk robe tied loosely around her waist. He couldn't hold it in anymore.
Without words he grabbed her waist and pulled her body close to his as he entered the apartment and closed the door behind him. He kissed her, tasting the blunt on her tongue, the flavor matching his. As their kisses grew deeper, he undid the robe to expose her naked body underneath. He pulled away from the kiss to take her body in and she undid his jeans while he admired what he saw. He stepped out of his jeans and underwear and removed his shirt, while she ran her hands across his chest, and pushed her breasts and body against his. At the site of his fully erect dick, she dropped to her knees and took him all in.
He wanted to be gentle but she sucked on him feverishly, and on instinct he grabbed the back of her head and pushed. He heard her gag quickly, then recover, and then let her finish. She was so good. He looked down and watched her lips slide up and down his shaft and it made him even harder. He wanted to taste her. She was startled when he pulled away from her, picked her up and flipped her upside down so that her pussy was to his face. He pried it open with his tongue causing her to moan in ecstasy and she picked up where she left off on his dick. The more he licked and sucked, the deeper she tried to take him in. Staying in that position he carried her to the bedroom and laid in bed, keeping her body on top of his. They locked in to each other, limbs wrapped around from arms to ankles, their bodies in one accord. From that position he could go deep inside her with his tongue, teasing places that had never been touched before. He licked between her ass cheeks and every other spot he could access, breaking her ability to concentrate on his dick. She held onto it with her hands, but moved her pussy on his face just so - when she found the spot she was looking for, she beared down wanting to cum on his face, but he wanted to save all that juice for his dick.
He moved her off of his face and flipped her on her back and got on top of her. Holding her legs and thighs, he teased himself by rubbing the head of his dick against her pussy. She was beyond wet and pushed her pussy back into his dick taking in the head. Feeling how wet she was made him shudder and he allowed himself to go all the way in. The feeling was pleasure at its best. He moaned and laid in her neck and shoulders kissing her, flicking his tongue across her nipples and eventually taking in the entire mound of each breast while his pelvis found a rhythm they both could appreciate. They danced, and try as she might to keep control of her body, she couldn't. She relaxed and let her body meet his with each thrust, and they both moaned and sighed with pleasure.
She came several times with her legs wrapped around his waist, on his shoulders, pushed back to her ears and wanted to exhaust him before he wore her out. She flipped him on his back and got on top. Stretching out her legs so they were over his shoulders, he grabbed on to her thighs and ass while she ground into his pelvis, his dick completely submerged inside of her. She showed him no mercy and swirled a figure 8 with her hips that caused him to catch his breath. He felt himself wanting to release and bucked into her until he was at the point of no return and pulled out, laying his dick against her pelvis and letting go. She let the warmth wash over her.
He didn't know how long they had been asleep, but the sound of his phone buzzing stirred him from his sleep. He walked into the living room and removed his phone from his jeans pocket. It was Michelle, of course. The time of the message said 3:15 am.
Where are you? I'm at the house.
The progression of her anger was revealed as he scrolled through each message. His body and mind still craved sleep and he carried the phone back with him into the bedroom and looked at Reese, peaceful with a slight smile in her sleep. He crawled back in bed and pulled her close to him, and waited for the morning.
She BBM'd him. After this?
Him: Your place. Mine is too much of a construction zone.
Her: Ok.
She couldn't wait and neither could he. It was a surprise that the energy they were silently passing back and forth to each other couldn't be felt by others at the table. But the others were so wrapped up in the conversation with the clutter of mics and headphones in their midst, they didn't notice the glances they threw at one another - or the fact that he was rubbing his legs against hers underneath the table.
They couldn't leave at the same time and she'd brought a friend, so after the second session, she politely excused herself and left. Watching her walk away got his dick hard - he would have gladly followed her out the door, but he had to stay cool.
Two hours and four sessions later, the podcast had come to an end. He was anxious - too anxious really - and opted to roll a blunt and relax before he headed to her place. As bad as he wanted her, he wanted to bottle it; wait until he saw her naked body and then allow his lust to take over. He sat outside with Pam and a few other podcasters for a cipher and received another BBM. Where you at? I'm ready... He smiled - she was anxious too. It would be worth the wait.
Once he was in his car, he paused for a second and thought about sending Michelle a message. It had been hours since they argued and he had yet to hear from her. He was pissed. Her attitude tonight made him question why he ever got married in the first place. Seeing Reese across the table at the podcast hadn't helped. It had been awhile since they'd fucked but he still craved her body from time to time. It was so different from Michelle's. Her length matched his perfectly and their sex was more like a dance: fluid, in harmony, on beat.
He took the windy path by the coastline that led to her beachside apartment and found a parking space in front of her building. He called her number and she silently buzzed him in. He could see her figure blocking the doorway as he made his way down the hall. She had removed her outfit from earlier and stood there in a silk robe tied loosely around her waist. He couldn't hold it in anymore.
Without words he grabbed her waist and pulled her body close to his as he entered the apartment and closed the door behind him. He kissed her, tasting the blunt on her tongue, the flavor matching his. As their kisses grew deeper, he undid the robe to expose her naked body underneath. He pulled away from the kiss to take her body in and she undid his jeans while he admired what he saw. He stepped out of his jeans and underwear and removed his shirt, while she ran her hands across his chest, and pushed her breasts and body against his. At the site of his fully erect dick, she dropped to her knees and took him all in.
He wanted to be gentle but she sucked on him feverishly, and on instinct he grabbed the back of her head and pushed. He heard her gag quickly, then recover, and then let her finish. She was so good. He looked down and watched her lips slide up and down his shaft and it made him even harder. He wanted to taste her. She was startled when he pulled away from her, picked her up and flipped her upside down so that her pussy was to his face. He pried it open with his tongue causing her to moan in ecstasy and she picked up where she left off on his dick. The more he licked and sucked, the deeper she tried to take him in. Staying in that position he carried her to the bedroom and laid in bed, keeping her body on top of his. They locked in to each other, limbs wrapped around from arms to ankles, their bodies in one accord. From that position he could go deep inside her with his tongue, teasing places that had never been touched before. He licked between her ass cheeks and every other spot he could access, breaking her ability to concentrate on his dick. She held onto it with her hands, but moved her pussy on his face just so - when she found the spot she was looking for, she beared down wanting to cum on his face, but he wanted to save all that juice for his dick.
He moved her off of his face and flipped her on her back and got on top of her. Holding her legs and thighs, he teased himself by rubbing the head of his dick against her pussy. She was beyond wet and pushed her pussy back into his dick taking in the head. Feeling how wet she was made him shudder and he allowed himself to go all the way in. The feeling was pleasure at its best. He moaned and laid in her neck and shoulders kissing her, flicking his tongue across her nipples and eventually taking in the entire mound of each breast while his pelvis found a rhythm they both could appreciate. They danced, and try as she might to keep control of her body, she couldn't. She relaxed and let her body meet his with each thrust, and they both moaned and sighed with pleasure.
She came several times with her legs wrapped around his waist, on his shoulders, pushed back to her ears and wanted to exhaust him before he wore her out. She flipped him on his back and got on top. Stretching out her legs so they were over his shoulders, he grabbed on to her thighs and ass while she ground into his pelvis, his dick completely submerged inside of her. She showed him no mercy and swirled a figure 8 with her hips that caused him to catch his breath. He felt himself wanting to release and bucked into her until he was at the point of no return and pulled out, laying his dick against her pelvis and letting go. She let the warmth wash over her.
He didn't know how long they had been asleep, but the sound of his phone buzzing stirred him from his sleep. He walked into the living room and removed his phone from his jeans pocket. It was Michelle, of course. The time of the message said 3:15 am.
Where are you? I'm at the house.
The progression of her anger was revealed as he scrolled through each message. His body and mind still craved sleep and he carried the phone back with him into the bedroom and looked at Reese, peaceful with a slight smile in her sleep. He crawled back in bed and pulled her close to him, and waited for the morning.
Monday
Social Networking
It was another Monday afternoon and I was bored at work until he logged on. The chat box popped up:
Him: How's it going?
Me: Cool. Another day, another dollar.
Him: I saw your FB status update. That's hilarious!
Me: It wasn't when it happened. Such is the life of a parent.
Him: I wouldn't know.
Me: You will know soon enough. When are y'all due?
Him: Two more months. Don't try to speed it up.
Me: Just get your sleep now cause it's a wrap when the little one shows up.
Him: That's what I keep hearing.
Me: Truth! Y'all start packing yet?
Him: Not yet - we are really procrastinating.
Me: Don't you move soon? Like a week?
Him: Two weeks and we will be moving on up to your high falutin neighborhood.
Me: Welcome to the hood! It will be nice to have somebody I know so close.
Him: Are you flirting with me?
Him: J/K
As much as I try to play slick I wondered if he would catch my double entendre. As always, he did. Lucky for him today I'm in the mood to play.
Me: You ain't kidding. You would like to be so close.
Him: You ain't ready.
Me: I stay ready...
Time passes and he says nothing. What a fucking tease! Or maybe I scared him....
Me: Crickets....
Sometimes I persist in these matters, but every dude is different. Some like my aggressive nature and others are intimidated. I wouldn't take him for the kind to be easily scared off, but you never know...
Him: Sorry, I'm swamped here. People keep coming up to my desk.
Me: No worries.
Him: I ain't worried about you. You're a good Christian girl.
Me: That's what people say...
Him: You're in church every Sunday...
Me: Yeah, ok.
Him: sitting in the front...
Me: Uh huh
Him: writing the biggest check to the passa...
Me: gtfohwtbs
Him: You all talk.
Me: How would you know?
Again, he hits me with the prolonged silence. I wondered how far I could take him, how far he would go with me on this chit-chat. Just wondering about the type of things he might say to me made my nipples hard.
Him: I wouldn't know. But you've been a freak since we were teenagers.
Me: Say what?
Him: You know how rumors get spread around the church. We use to talk about you....
Me: That's a joke! I didn't do anything when I was in church.
Him: Now that's a joke!
Me: What the fuck?!?! What have you heard?
Him: I'm just playing. Calm down.
Me: I'm calm.
Him: Over there all hot and bothered.
Damn. Total call out. Should I go there? Fuck it....
Me: I am and it's your fault. Come cool me off.
Him: Told you. I knew it! Superfreak....
Me: You're right, I won't deny it. So now what? Are you all talk?
Him: Never. You can't handle this.
Me: I'm not scared. Or intimidated. Come show and prove.
Another pause. I bet he's over there thinking about it, imagining what my lips look like wrapped around his dick. His imagination can't touch the real thing.
Me: Your imagination can't touch the real thing. Cum show and prove.
Him: When and where?
Me: After work. Meet me at my loft.
Him: Ha! Is that why you have that "income property"? Your den of sin?
Me: GTHFOH! I've never done this before.
Him: I don't believe that.
Me: Fuck it then. I'm not meeting you if you think I'm a slore...
Him: A what? How do I know this is your first time?
Me: A slore = slut + whore. You don't know but I'm telling you. I'm not a cheater.
Him: But you are about to cheat!
Me: So are you!
Him: I have an excuse! My wife's on bed rest. I can't get none!
Me: I get plenty. I just want more.
Fuck it. Dude got my panties wet and then dried them in a matter of minutes. How lame! Did he really try to call me out? Total fail.
Him: Greedy.
Me: I won't deny that.
Him: So what time?
Me: No time. I've lost total interest.
Him: Why?
Me: You talking too much shit. I'm wanted to play but you're not that type. I'm not trying to corrupt you.
Him: I was teasing you.
Me: Uh huh.
Him: I'll still meet if you want.
This time I pressed the pause button. Let him marinate for a minute. I wanted him - thoughts of climbing that tall, chocolate body, and wrapping my legs around his waist. I envisioned him laying me back with my legs on his shoulders and him going deep, making me gush and splash all over his dick. I imagined him turning me over on my tummy and long-stroking me from the back, rubbing the head of his dick in between my ass cheeks. I imagined putting him on his back and sitting on his dick, squeezing it until it hurt, bouncing on it until I made him cum, and slow riding him back to supreme erectness so I could cum. We could do all those things and so much more. But...
Me: Meet me in the bar downstairs in the building for a drink. Maybe you can butter me up.
Him: Without a doubt.
Me: We'll see.
And then he did as he always does and logged off abruptly. That entire tête à tête almost got me through the work day. I wondered if he would actually show up cause Lord knows he ain't ready...
TO BE CONTINUED....
Him: How's it going?
Me: Cool. Another day, another dollar.
Him: I saw your FB status update. That's hilarious!
Me: It wasn't when it happened. Such is the life of a parent.
Him: I wouldn't know.
Me: You will know soon enough. When are y'all due?
Him: Two more months. Don't try to speed it up.
Me: Just get your sleep now cause it's a wrap when the little one shows up.
Him: That's what I keep hearing.
Me: Truth! Y'all start packing yet?
Him: Not yet - we are really procrastinating.
Me: Don't you move soon? Like a week?
Him: Two weeks and we will be moving on up to your high falutin neighborhood.
Me: Welcome to the hood! It will be nice to have somebody I know so close.
Him: Are you flirting with me?
Him: J/K
As much as I try to play slick I wondered if he would catch my double entendre. As always, he did. Lucky for him today I'm in the mood to play.
Me: You ain't kidding. You would like to be so close.
Him: You ain't ready.
Me: I stay ready...
Time passes and he says nothing. What a fucking tease! Or maybe I scared him....
Me: Crickets....
Sometimes I persist in these matters, but every dude is different. Some like my aggressive nature and others are intimidated. I wouldn't take him for the kind to be easily scared off, but you never know...
Him: Sorry, I'm swamped here. People keep coming up to my desk.
Me: No worries.
Him: I ain't worried about you. You're a good Christian girl.
Me: That's what people say...
Him: You're in church every Sunday...
Me: Yeah, ok.
Him: sitting in the front...
Me: Uh huh
Him: writing the biggest check to the passa...
Me: gtfohwtbs
Him: You all talk.
Me: How would you know?
Again, he hits me with the prolonged silence. I wondered how far I could take him, how far he would go with me on this chit-chat. Just wondering about the type of things he might say to me made my nipples hard.
Him: I wouldn't know. But you've been a freak since we were teenagers.
Me: Say what?
Him: You know how rumors get spread around the church. We use to talk about you....
Me: That's a joke! I didn't do anything when I was in church.
Him: Now that's a joke!
Me: What the fuck?!?! What have you heard?
Him: I'm just playing. Calm down.
Me: I'm calm.
Him: Over there all hot and bothered.
Damn. Total call out. Should I go there? Fuck it....
Me: I am and it's your fault. Come cool me off.
Him: Told you. I knew it! Superfreak....
Me: You're right, I won't deny it. So now what? Are you all talk?
Him: Never. You can't handle this.
Me: I'm not scared. Or intimidated. Come show and prove.
Another pause. I bet he's over there thinking about it, imagining what my lips look like wrapped around his dick. His imagination can't touch the real thing.
Me: Your imagination can't touch the real thing. Cum show and prove.
Him: When and where?
Me: After work. Meet me at my loft.
Him: Ha! Is that why you have that "income property"? Your den of sin?
Me: GTHFOH! I've never done this before.
Him: I don't believe that.
Me: Fuck it then. I'm not meeting you if you think I'm a slore...
Him: A what? How do I know this is your first time?
Me: A slore = slut + whore. You don't know but I'm telling you. I'm not a cheater.
Him: But you are about to cheat!
Me: So are you!
Him: I have an excuse! My wife's on bed rest. I can't get none!
Me: I get plenty. I just want more.
Fuck it. Dude got my panties wet and then dried them in a matter of minutes. How lame! Did he really try to call me out? Total fail.
Him: Greedy.
Me: I won't deny that.
Him: So what time?
Me: No time. I've lost total interest.
Him: Why?
Me: You talking too much shit. I'm wanted to play but you're not that type. I'm not trying to corrupt you.
Him: I was teasing you.
Me: Uh huh.
Him: I'll still meet if you want.
This time I pressed the pause button. Let him marinate for a minute. I wanted him - thoughts of climbing that tall, chocolate body, and wrapping my legs around his waist. I envisioned him laying me back with my legs on his shoulders and him going deep, making me gush and splash all over his dick. I imagined him turning me over on my tummy and long-stroking me from the back, rubbing the head of his dick in between my ass cheeks. I imagined putting him on his back and sitting on his dick, squeezing it until it hurt, bouncing on it until I made him cum, and slow riding him back to supreme erectness so I could cum. We could do all those things and so much more. But...
Me: Meet me in the bar downstairs in the building for a drink. Maybe you can butter me up.
Him: Without a doubt.
Me: We'll see.
And then he did as he always does and logged off abruptly. That entire tête à tête almost got me through the work day. I wondered if he would actually show up cause Lord knows he ain't ready...
TO BE CONTINUED....
Friday
Sexual Harassment
She was a bad chick; I figured that out in no time from our first interaction.
I was new to the office and was introduced to her by a colleague. It didn't matter that she was my superior or that we were in front of someone else - she boldly undressed me with her eyes. I'm always up for a good flirt and couldn't keep a smile from spreading across my face.
"You see something you like?", I asked.
"Yes, indeed", she said, biting her bottom lip. "And you work with your hands, "she said eyeballing my coveralls. "I love that quality in a man." With that, she walked back into her office and closed the door.
"Man", my boy Paul said, standing next to me. I'd forgotten he was there for a second. "She looked at you like she saw a prime rib dinner. If she gave me that look, I'd have her bent over her desk."
"Yeah, man she's fine. But you know I'm a one-woman man nowadays."
"I know. How's that working out for you?" He hit me with a side eye.
"Dude...I'm steady. I miss my girl but school gets out in six weeks and then she'll be home."
"Uh huh. How long has it been?"
"150 years." We both cracked up at that. "I try not to think about it every minute of the day. After all the women I've been with? I'm just lucky to have found a good one."
"Yeah you do have a good girl. Just watch out for boss lady." He started moving back toward his office. "She seems like the type that gets what she wants."
I'm no stranger to that type, I thought to myself and started towards the basement where another system needed my brand of TLC. I laughed in the face of temptation.
The first few weeks went by without incident. I got acclimated to the job, and stayed busy most of the time. Whenever I would see her we'd exchange smiles and she'd always hit me with a wink, but kept it moving. I started to think she didn't flirt with me at all that first day, that I just saw what I wanted to see.
I was new to the office and was introduced to her by a colleague. It didn't matter that she was my superior or that we were in front of someone else - she boldly undressed me with her eyes. I'm always up for a good flirt and couldn't keep a smile from spreading across my face.
"You see something you like?", I asked.
"Yes, indeed", she said, biting her bottom lip. "And you work with your hands, "she said eyeballing my coveralls. "I love that quality in a man." With that, she walked back into her office and closed the door.
"Man", my boy Paul said, standing next to me. I'd forgotten he was there for a second. "She looked at you like she saw a prime rib dinner. If she gave me that look, I'd have her bent over her desk."
"Yeah, man she's fine. But you know I'm a one-woman man nowadays."
"I know. How's that working out for you?" He hit me with a side eye.
"Dude...I'm steady. I miss my girl but school gets out in six weeks and then she'll be home."
"Uh huh. How long has it been?"
"150 years." We both cracked up at that. "I try not to think about it every minute of the day. After all the women I've been with? I'm just lucky to have found a good one."
"Yeah you do have a good girl. Just watch out for boss lady." He started moving back toward his office. "She seems like the type that gets what she wants."
I'm no stranger to that type, I thought to myself and started towards the basement where another system needed my brand of TLC. I laughed in the face of temptation.
The first few weeks went by without incident. I got acclimated to the job, and stayed busy most of the time. Whenever I would see her we'd exchange smiles and she'd always hit me with a wink, but kept it moving. I started to think she didn't flirt with me at all that first day, that I just saw what I wanted to see.
Then one morning she caught me in the elevator, heading down to the basement. "I need you to meet me in my office at 1:30 sharp. I have some insurance paperwork for you to sign." I didn't question her directive seeing as handling my insurance was part of her job description.
I entered into her office at exactly 1:29 pm. Had she changed clothes or was her skirt that short that morning? She beckoned me to come to her side of her desk so she could point out where I needed to sign. "Just give me three signatures and initial here", she said, her finger pointing to where my signature should go and then trailing across the paper. I bent over and completed my first signature, but as I headed toward the second one, I felt her hand graze my dick. I thought I had accidentally brushed up against her, but quickly realized she was caressing it through my pants. I opened my mouth to protest, but she beat me to the punch. "Don't say a word. I set the door to automatically lock behind you and I don't have another appointment for 45 minutes. Let's play", and she grabbed my hand slipping it under that skirt and let me feel her panty-less, wet pussy, while she went to undo the buttons on my coveralls. I had a finger in that juicy shit when I caught myself and jumped back. Though my dick was hard as a fucking rock, I had to stop this.
"Stop! I can't do this here and now."
"You can't fight what the dick wants."
"Damn! You are dangerous! I cannot do this here and now."
"Let the dick out so it can breathe and relax."
I had to chuckle at that shit, and truth be told, my shit was so hard it was uncomfortable in my coveralls. I needed an adjustment and I could tell from the look on her face she wanted to see it. I decided to level with her.
"Look, I'll take it out cause I need to move it around. You can see it but you cannot be touching on it. Ok? We got a deal?"
"Sure", she said with a sly grin I did not trust.
I turned my back to her to undo my coveralls, which had about a million buttons, and finally pulled my dick out to exhale. Once it hit the air, it got even harder. In the back of my mind I knew once she saw it it was a wrap, but I had to give her that to get out of here unscathed. I grabbed my dick, took a deep breath, and swung around.
"See what you did!", I said with a smile on my face. Wrong move.
Before I could say anything else she had hemmed me up against the wall, dropped to her knees, and was my licking my dick like a hungry kitten before a bowl of milk. "You ain't say shit about me tasting it", she said and grabbed hold of it with her lips and took me all in. She was not new to this - her head game was on some next level shit. Every fiber in my body wanted to grab the back of her head and let her dome me up right then and there - but then I remembered where "there" was.
"Stop please! I mean it!", I said, while trying to release my dick from her mouth. She had unbuttoned her blouse while sucking me off to reveal a gorgeous set of titties. Like my man said, I wanted her bent over her fucking desk. Wet and ready pussy. Beautiful tits. Sick head game. What the hell was I gonna do?
"Look, we can hook up later if you want. It's not that I'm not interested, especially now. But I cannot afford to jeopardize my job over this. It just ain't that serious."
She stepped back when I said that, and licked her lips, letting the head of my dick rest on her chin. She stuck her tongue out and I watched it roll damn near halfway down my shaft. I needed to hold on to something. "Just let me finish", she said, and went on about her business. Fuck - she had me.
I leaned back against the wall and let her damn near suck my dry. My knees were buckling after about five minutes. Although it felt beyond good, the thought of my girl coming home in a matter of weeks brought me to my senses. I pushed her off of me with force. Then I pushed her up against a wall with her back to me, grabbed her titties and pushed my dick up against her as hard as possible. Her ass was soft. "Is this what you want?", I asked her. "Is this what you want?"
"Yes", she answered breathlessly.
"Well you can't get it, right here and right now", I said, giving her a final thrust. By now her ass was wet too. It took all my strength to pull away but I had to. Just then, somebody tried her door. When they found it locked, they knocked. I stuffed my dick in those coveralls and started buttoning with a quickness. Be still, she mouthed to me with a slight grin on her face. We heard her visitor try the lock again, give up and walk away.
We stayed quiet a full five minutes before we pulled ourselves together. I watched her slip into a work appropriate skirt - I knew she'd changed before I dropped by. She opened a desk drawer, pulled out a mirror, lipstick and perfume. "So", she said as she applied a fresh coat of color to her luscious lips, "I'll see you at happy hour?"
"Hell yeah."
"Cool. See you then." She went back to organizing the paperwork I'd signed and pulled out a fresh set for her next victim. I unlocked her office door and without giving her a second look, headed back to work.
What a happy hour it was going to be when I saw her later on since she had no clue who she was fucking with...
Wednesday
Flicks
I never fucked him but now I thought about it more than ever before. He had flashed his dick to me once in college - it was pretty, but I wasn't overly impressed. But now it and him were all I could think about.
"I brought the ones you asked me for although I have more I know you would like. You get that 'longevity' special, "he said and cracked that grin that always made me tingle inside. He laid out the case of bootleg movies and threw me a wink and a smile. He had always had a gorgeous fucking smile, and I wondered what his lips looked like when he was in the throes of ecstasy. I'd purposely worn my slightly sheer leggings so he could gaze at my thighs and a v-neck shirt that was just long enough to give a hint of cheek, seeing as I was rolling commando. I had my nerve - my beau was due home any minute. My ass was taking chances.
I moved closer to him and leaned over the case, knowing he would catch a whiff of my perfume and see my breasts falling over themselves to get out of that v-neck. He played right into my hands.
"You smell good."
"You think so?"
"Uh huh."
"Thank you." I grinned back at him, flashing my dimples. "You do have a great selection, but I want to see your other case."
"What other case?"
"The one with the grown folks' films."
He gave me the side eye with a grin. "I only bring those by special request."
"I just made one."
He chuckled. "Before I arrive to my destination."
"Ahh." I gave him my best sad face. "Oh well, I guess you made the trip over for here for nothing."
"It's not a total loss. Good conversation and eye candy."
"Is that enough? You live across town."
"The town ain't so big. It was partially business, partially to see a friend." He checked his watch. "What time ol' boy get home?"
"Ol' boy has a name. And why?"
"Trying to see if I have time to run home and get what you want."
"You don't need to run home to do that."
I saw his face attempt to register my meaning. "Excuse me?"
I couldn't tell if I had thrown him completely off so I played dumb. "I don't know when he'll arrive and I wouldn't ask you to drive all the way home just to come back." My cell phone rang - it was my beau.
I excused myself and took the call and watched him walk over to my audio visual system. My beau was working late again, and I let him know I'd have dinner ready when he made it home in an hour or so all the while watching my movie man. He picked up my flip camera and started fiddling with it. He had always been a gadget guy, and within seconds figured out how to use it. He came toward me with it on record and I had to stifle a giggle as ended my phone conversation. "What are you doing?"
"Recording."
"I see that."
"I had a thought. There's a film I have that I think you'd love," he said, still behind the camera and moving closer to me. "It's called What We Should Have Done starring you and me." He set the camera up strategically on the coffee table and stood back with pride. The look on his face and the line he'd just delivered was so corny, all I could do was laugh.
"I'll give you an 'E' for effort, but that unfortunately won't do the trick."
"What will?"
"If I have to tell you..." I couldn't complete the statement before he had covered his mouth with mine, kissing me passionately and groping for a titty through that v-neck. I pushed him away, aroused and pissed at the same time. "What the fuck was that?"
"Why you acting like you don't want it?"
"Who says I do?"
He kneeled in front of me, stroking my thighs. "Everything about you. Your outfit, your smile, the way your squeezing your thighs together right now says you want it. This hard ass dick I got for you says you want it. Come on, let me have it." He put that smile on me and let his fingers walk. I needed a napkin to wipe off my seat, I was so wet. Talking dirty always did the trick. I opened my legs.
"Come and get it then."
We didn't say anything but smiled at each other as he pulled my leggings down and spread my legs open. His stuck his fingers inside me and I heard him groan Damn as he my wetness coated his fingers. He grabbed my ass and pulled me toward him and nuzzled his face in my pussy.
All I could do was hold on to his head while he ate his fill. My juice dripped down my thighs, and though I should have cared about the wet spot it would leave, I didn't. I laid my head back in ecstasy - nobody had eaten my pussy like this. He licked me everywhere and then turned me over on my knees and starting licking my ass. I bucked my ass against his face and he responded by tickling my clit with one hand. With his other hand he undid his pants and pulled out that pretty dick. It was bigger than I remembered. I knew he wanted to do me doggie, but I had to see his face while we fucked. I turned him over and laid him down on the couch, and rubbed juicy pussy against his dick until the head leaked his own pre cum.
I rode his dick a good 10 strokes before he pushed me off to cum. I couldn't keep the what the fuck expression off my face as he came. He came so hard and so much I was almost concerned. "Is that it?", I asked knowing the look on my face would embarrass the shit out of him if that was his finale. He turned me over. "You always did like to be in control", he said, fingering me back to maximum wetness. "I see your game, trying to fuck me all extra hard, make a nigga feel extra small. I got you though." With that he entered me so deep from behind, I thought I might be sick. His dick felt like it had doubled from this position. All I could do was hold on to the back of the couch and let him fuck me until he'd had his fill. His dick damn near picked me up off the couch and his hands rubbed against every possible spot that could be aroused. I was spent after 10 minutes, but movie man was giving me a double feature. He started saying nasty shit to me and smacking my ass, but hard as hell. After the first smack I turned to give him my best, Nigga are you crazy? face but that seemed to just turn him on - and he smacked my ass harder. And harder. I screamed and he buried my face in the couch to muffle the sound while he finished fucking me. I came so many times on his dick, I lost count. He didn't seem to notice I had because he kept me steadily wet and got in a zone with what he was doing. He was still a selfish ass, but that aspect of personality ironically made him a good lover.
When he finally came, I wanted to pass out then and there but had to pull it together before my beau walked through the door. It fucking hurt to walk, but I started putting things back in their normal place. He helped me, and then gathered his things and made his way to the front door. We stood there for a minute and I couldn't fight the blush creeping in my cheeks as he stared at me. "Damn", he said. "Had I known..."
"Hindsight is 20/20", I said and pushed toward the door. "I'll be in touch."
"Good."
I closed the door behind him and listened to him get in his car and take off. No sooner than he had, I heard my beau pull up in the driveway. I'd have to play this shit off like I just worked out - there was no way he wouldn't notice my appearance. I quickly put on Exercise TV and pretended to be heavy into some cardio workout when he came in.
"Hey baby.
"Hi love."
"Working out huh?"
"Yeah, I had some time on my hands. Might as well make the best use of it." I went to give him a hug and a kiss. I saw him kind of wrinkle his nose and look past me. He walked toward the coffee table and I watched him, suddenly remembering the one item I forgot to clean up. He picked up the flip camera.
"Taping your workout huh? Was you doing squats or something?" He chuckled. "On those pants alone, I gotta see the playback...."
TO BE CONTINUED....
"I brought the ones you asked me for although I have more I know you would like. You get that 'longevity' special, "he said and cracked that grin that always made me tingle inside. He laid out the case of bootleg movies and threw me a wink and a smile. He had always had a gorgeous fucking smile, and I wondered what his lips looked like when he was in the throes of ecstasy. I'd purposely worn my slightly sheer leggings so he could gaze at my thighs and a v-neck shirt that was just long enough to give a hint of cheek, seeing as I was rolling commando. I had my nerve - my beau was due home any minute. My ass was taking chances.
I moved closer to him and leaned over the case, knowing he would catch a whiff of my perfume and see my breasts falling over themselves to get out of that v-neck. He played right into my hands.
"You smell good."
"You think so?"
"Uh huh."
"Thank you." I grinned back at him, flashing my dimples. "You do have a great selection, but I want to see your other case."
"What other case?"
"The one with the grown folks' films."
He gave me the side eye with a grin. "I only bring those by special request."
"I just made one."
He chuckled. "Before I arrive to my destination."
"Ahh." I gave him my best sad face. "Oh well, I guess you made the trip over for here for nothing."
"It's not a total loss. Good conversation and eye candy."
"Is that enough? You live across town."
"The town ain't so big. It was partially business, partially to see a friend." He checked his watch. "What time ol' boy get home?"
"Ol' boy has a name. And why?"
"Trying to see if I have time to run home and get what you want."
"You don't need to run home to do that."
I saw his face attempt to register my meaning. "Excuse me?"
I couldn't tell if I had thrown him completely off so I played dumb. "I don't know when he'll arrive and I wouldn't ask you to drive all the way home just to come back." My cell phone rang - it was my beau.
I excused myself and took the call and watched him walk over to my audio visual system. My beau was working late again, and I let him know I'd have dinner ready when he made it home in an hour or so all the while watching my movie man. He picked up my flip camera and started fiddling with it. He had always been a gadget guy, and within seconds figured out how to use it. He came toward me with it on record and I had to stifle a giggle as ended my phone conversation. "What are you doing?"
"Recording."
"I see that."
"I had a thought. There's a film I have that I think you'd love," he said, still behind the camera and moving closer to me. "It's called What We Should Have Done starring you and me." He set the camera up strategically on the coffee table and stood back with pride. The look on his face and the line he'd just delivered was so corny, all I could do was laugh.
"I'll give you an 'E' for effort, but that unfortunately won't do the trick."
"What will?"
"If I have to tell you..." I couldn't complete the statement before he had covered his mouth with mine, kissing me passionately and groping for a titty through that v-neck. I pushed him away, aroused and pissed at the same time. "What the fuck was that?"
"Why you acting like you don't want it?"
"Who says I do?"
He kneeled in front of me, stroking my thighs. "Everything about you. Your outfit, your smile, the way your squeezing your thighs together right now says you want it. This hard ass dick I got for you says you want it. Come on, let me have it." He put that smile on me and let his fingers walk. I needed a napkin to wipe off my seat, I was so wet. Talking dirty always did the trick. I opened my legs.
"Come and get it then."
We didn't say anything but smiled at each other as he pulled my leggings down and spread my legs open. His stuck his fingers inside me and I heard him groan Damn as he my wetness coated his fingers. He grabbed my ass and pulled me toward him and nuzzled his face in my pussy.
All I could do was hold on to his head while he ate his fill. My juice dripped down my thighs, and though I should have cared about the wet spot it would leave, I didn't. I laid my head back in ecstasy - nobody had eaten my pussy like this. He licked me everywhere and then turned me over on my knees and starting licking my ass. I bucked my ass against his face and he responded by tickling my clit with one hand. With his other hand he undid his pants and pulled out that pretty dick. It was bigger than I remembered. I knew he wanted to do me doggie, but I had to see his face while we fucked. I turned him over and laid him down on the couch, and rubbed juicy pussy against his dick until the head leaked his own pre cum.
I rode his dick a good 10 strokes before he pushed me off to cum. I couldn't keep the what the fuck expression off my face as he came. He came so hard and so much I was almost concerned. "Is that it?", I asked knowing the look on my face would embarrass the shit out of him if that was his finale. He turned me over. "You always did like to be in control", he said, fingering me back to maximum wetness. "I see your game, trying to fuck me all extra hard, make a nigga feel extra small. I got you though." With that he entered me so deep from behind, I thought I might be sick. His dick felt like it had doubled from this position. All I could do was hold on to the back of the couch and let him fuck me until he'd had his fill. His dick damn near picked me up off the couch and his hands rubbed against every possible spot that could be aroused. I was spent after 10 minutes, but movie man was giving me a double feature. He started saying nasty shit to me and smacking my ass, but hard as hell. After the first smack I turned to give him my best, Nigga are you crazy? face but that seemed to just turn him on - and he smacked my ass harder. And harder. I screamed and he buried my face in the couch to muffle the sound while he finished fucking me. I came so many times on his dick, I lost count. He didn't seem to notice I had because he kept me steadily wet and got in a zone with what he was doing. He was still a selfish ass, but that aspect of personality ironically made him a good lover.
When he finally came, I wanted to pass out then and there but had to pull it together before my beau walked through the door. It fucking hurt to walk, but I started putting things back in their normal place. He helped me, and then gathered his things and made his way to the front door. We stood there for a minute and I couldn't fight the blush creeping in my cheeks as he stared at me. "Damn", he said. "Had I known..."
"Hindsight is 20/20", I said and pushed toward the door. "I'll be in touch."
"Good."
I closed the door behind him and listened to him get in his car and take off. No sooner than he had, I heard my beau pull up in the driveway. I'd have to play this shit off like I just worked out - there was no way he wouldn't notice my appearance. I quickly put on Exercise TV and pretended to be heavy into some cardio workout when he came in.
"Hey baby.
"Hi love."
"Working out huh?"
"Yeah, I had some time on my hands. Might as well make the best use of it." I went to give him a hug and a kiss. I saw him kind of wrinkle his nose and look past me. He walked toward the coffee table and I watched him, suddenly remembering the one item I forgot to clean up. He picked up the flip camera.
"Taping your workout huh? Was you doing squats or something?" He chuckled. "On those pants alone, I gotta see the playback...."
TO BE CONTINUED....
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