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....