Michelle's Secret

Lingerie was her naughty little secret.  Michelle had always been shy.  A bookish girl, more interested in her schoolwork than her social life, she’d been a straight A student her whole life.  That had led to a scholarship at a great college, but she had always felt a little out of place.  In school, she’d never been particularly socialable.  While all of the pretty, popular girls were dating and partying, she had thought herself clumsy and socially awkward.  She’d never felt particularly pretty either.  In truth, Michelle didn’t like her body all that much.  Her hips were too skinny, and her breasts too small.  She rarely bothered with makeup, preferring to hide behind her glasses and bury her nose in a book.  But, for all that, there was one thing that made her feel glamorous and sexy.  Her little secret that gave her a warm feeling inside and put a little sway into her walk.  Michelle loved lingerie.  She loved to feel silk against her skin, and to know that underneath her practical college clothes were scandalously sexy scraps of lace. The lingerie shops in the mall where her weekend treat, and she always looked over her shoulder before she went inside, sneaking a quick, guilty glance around to make sure no-one she knew would see her going inside.  Not that she thought anyone would care, but that tiny twinge of guilt – the feeling that she was doing something naughty – made it all the more fun.  This particular store was her favorite, selling a wide range of high-end lingerie along with designer shoes and accessories.  Michelle was engrossed in a rack of things she really couldn’t afford when she heard a cultured male voice.  “Excuse me, Miss.  I’m very sorry to bother you, but could I possibly ask you something?”  The speaker was a tall man, impeccably dressed in an elegant suit and tie, He was considerably older than she was, but he could have been anywhere from late thirties to early fifties, for all Michelle could tell.  Michelle blushed when she realized he’d caught her staring, and hurriedly averted her eyes. 
Um. Yes, sure I guess.” “Well, it’s a little embarrassing. You see, I’m trying to buy some lingerie for…..someone special. To be honest, I’m not terribly good at this sort of thing, and I’m finding it rather hard to imagine how these things look.” He gestured at the racks, “They just seem to be scraps of cloth when they’re on the hangers, and I’m having a lot of trouble finding something she would like.  “Would you mind awfully just holding these up to yourself for a moment? She’s about your build, and it would really help me to choose.  “I would ask someone who works here, but…” He and Michelle shared a moment of understanding as they both looked over at the only person working in the store, a large, jolly lady who was about three times Michelle’s size.  “Yes, I can see why that might now work,” she replied with a smile.  “Sure, I don’t mind.” He seemed like a sweet guy, she thought, and he was obviously making an effort to do something nice for his girlfriend.  She had time to kill, so where was the harm? For the next half hour or so, Michelle chatted amiably with her new friend as the two of them roamed the store selecting item after item.  Michelle would hold the scraps of silk and lace in position while the man cocked his head to the side and looked her up and down.  They talked about the merits of underwire bras, and the pros and cons of thing panties as they discussed each selection.  Soon, the man had an armful of possible candidate items – lingerie, accessories  and pairs of shoes, just one to which Michelle would have to save for a month to buy – and she found that she was having a lot of fun.  It was almost like shopping with a girlfriend, except for his penetrating stare whenever she held something up for him to look at, his eyes traveling slowly up and down her body.  Knowing that he was imagining her wearing nothing but the lingerie as he did so brought a flush to Michelle’s cheeks.  She found herself wondering what it would be like to really be virtually naked under that searching gaze – to have him examining her body like that.  “You know, Miss, you’ve really been incredibly kind, and thank you so much for spending  the time to help me with this,” he said at last.  “It’s a lot better than looking at them on the racks.  “To be honesty though, they do seem a little silly when you hold them up against your clothes, and I guess I’m not very good at imagining how they’ll actually look in real life.  But, you’ve really helped me narrow things down quite a bit, so I think I’ll just pick a few of these things at random, and hopefully I’ll get something she’ll like.”  Michelle frowned a little disappointed.  She’d been having so much fun, and he really did seem like a nice guy – so distinguished and handsome, and obviously a real gentleman.  Quickly, before she managed to come up with all the reasons why it was a really bad idea, she found herself saying, “Well, if you’d like, I could try a few things on for you.” Blushing furiously, she continued, “I mean, so that you can see them properly. That is, I can see how hard this is for you, and you really should get the right thing for your friend.  So, if I can help with that….” There was a stunned pause as both of them realized what she had offered – to pose for this total stranger wearing nothing but sheer lingerie.  “You’d do that for me?” he replied, raising his eyebrows in surprise.  “Well, that would certainly be a huge help.  But I really wouldn’t want to impose or make you feel uncomfortable.  Are you sure?”  Michelle smiled, “It’s fine. I think it’s really sweet that you’re putting so much effort into getting something nice for your girlfriend, and I’m in no particular hurry.” “Well, as long as you’re sure.  Thank you so much, Miss.  You’re very kind.”  Michelle checked to see that the shop assistant was busy in another part of the store, before ducking into the changing booths, relieved to see that there was no-one else around.  “You’d better some into the booth with me.  Men aren’t supposed to be here.” What she didn’t notice, as she stepped inside, was the complicit look he shared with the shop assistant, who promptly hung a ‘Closed for lunch’ sign on the door.  The booths had actual doors, and were easily big enough for the two of them.  Michelle felt a frisson of excitement as he closed and bolted the door behind them.  Now that she was standing along with him, about to pose virtually nude for this total stranger, she found herself wondering just how she had managed to get herself into this situation.  He had been so charming and unthreatening outside, in public.  Now that the two of them were alone, Michelle realized just how tall and imposing he was.  She could have sworn he hadn’t been that big outside, in the store.  When she looked at his face, she imagined there was an almost predatory gleam in his eye which hadn’t been there before.  It was just nerves, she thought to herself.  She was just helping a really nice mad do something special for his girlfriend.  With that, she picked up the first of the items they had chosen earlier.  This one was a fairly modest set consisting of a corset with matching underwear in green silk.  “Just turn around and I’ll try this one on.” He turned around politely, putting his hands over his face as Michelle started to undress.  She tried to hide her nerves behind a stream of chatter about the designer, the weather – anything at all except the situation she had gotten herself into.  “OK. You can look, now.” He turned, and just as she had imagined earlier, Michelle found herself under that intense gaze.  There was no question now that there was a hunger in the depth of his eyes as he slowly examined her.  “Stunning. Simple, stunning.” Michelle blushed scarlet, unable to meet his eyes.   “Hardly. But thank you for saying so.” He shrugged, letting this pass.  “I think that’s a keeper. Let’s try the next set.”  The rustle and swish of silk against skin filled the silence as Michelle changed into a bra and panties of burgundy silk.  The fire in his eyes burned hotter this time when he turned to look at her, and Michelle felt very vulnerable under his scrutiny.  “Turn around for me.”  His voice held a note of command now, replacing his earlier charm and diffidence.  Michelle sensed a thrill of some feeling coursing through her. Fear? Excitement? Anticipation? Probably something of all of those.  He sounded very much like a man who was accustomed of being obeyed, and she found herself responding immediately.  Slowly, Michelle turned around, certain she could feel the heat of his gaze on her skin.  “Do you like it?” “I’m not sure about this one.  Put on the next set for me.” Michelle’s heart pounded as she considered the set of lingerie which was now at the top of the pile – a tiny, very sheer bra and thong set which would hide absolutely nothing.  It had seemed like a good choice when they were roaming the store earlier.  Now, the idea of modeling it for him was both thrilling and daunting, although far less daunting than the thought of refusing him.  “O…..OK.” All too quickly, Michelle was dressed – if that word could really be applied to a few small triangles of transparent material held together by thin strings.  Michelle caught sight of herself in the mirror.  As he had feared, the lingerie hid nothing at all.  Her traitorously-erect nipples were very visible through the sheer material of the bra, as were the small triangle of hair between her legs, and even the lips of her pussy.  She looked over her shoulder to check the view from behind.  If anything, it was even worse.  The thin string of the thong panties disappeared completely between the cheeks of her ass, leaving her totally exposed.  Michelle was mortified, her cheeks burning with humiliation.  As soon as she told him to turn around and look, she would be utterly exposed before this strange man, if anything, wearing this lingerie was even worse than if she were totally naked.  The bra and panties simply drew attention to her most intimate parts, as they were designed to do, she admitted to herself, while hiding nothing.  “I’m ready,” Michelle said.  This time, when he turned to look at her, there was no mistaking the gleam of hot lust in his eyes.  Slowly, his gaze traveled up and down her body, devouring her inch by slow inch.  The silence stretched unbearably, and Michelle found herself compelled to fill it.  “Do you like it?” She felt like a deer pinned in headlights as he said nothing, just continuing to burn her with his hot, penetrating stare.  “Shall I turn around for you?”  Without waiting for a reply, just wanting to be out from under that intense scrutiny, Michelle turned around to present her, in effect, naked ass to him.  She could almost swear she felt his eyes like laser on her skin, and imagining his expression was almost as embarrassing as facing it.  Turning back toward him, she smiled shyly as their eyes met for a moment.  She desperately wanted to cover herself with her hands, but she knew that would annoy him.  Or, even worse, disappoint him, and something inside of her recoiled from the thought.  Finally, he broke the silence, gesturing to the small wooden chair in the corner of the booth.  “Sit down.  I think we need to add a couple of things.”  Michelle sat, glad to be even just a little less blatantly on display.  He gathered a few items from the pile, and handed her a pair of sheer, black hold-up stockings.  “Put these one, my dear,” he said in a gentler tone, a small smile of approval on his lips.  A warm wave of contentment swept through Michelle at the thought that she had pleased him.  As she leaned forward to put on the first stocking, she could see more evidence of his approval, or at least arousal, presenting itself in the obvious bulge which was making a tent in his pants.  She smiled, pleased that she had this effect on such a powerful, dominant man.   Pulling on the second stocking, she mused to herself that this felt like such an intimate act – putting on underwear with him watching her so appreciatively.  She found herself enjoying the sensation, almost performing for him as she adjusted the tops of the stockings until they lined up perfectly.  The next item he handed her was a pair of Louboutin stilettos with higher heels than she had ever worn before.  Surprisingly, the shoes were exactly her size, and Michelle realized with a start that neither of them had mentioned that ‘friend’ of his for quite some time.  Slipping on the shoes, she rose unsteadily to her feet, reaching out to catch his arm for balance.  “Better.” He said, “One more thing, I think.” He picked up a large costume-jewelry necklace, standing directly in front of her as he reached behind her neck to fasten it.  His fingers felt very warm on her skin, and Michelle caught a whiff of his cologne – something warm and spicy, and very masculine.  It made her think of leather chairs in front of an open fire, in a room filled with rare books.  Nodding approvingly, he continued, “Now, let your hair down for me.” Although she usually kept it tied up in a sensible bun, even Michelle could find fault with her hair.  She knew it was one of her best features.  She shook her head as the glossy black waves cascaded down around her shoulders.    He kept his eyes locked to hers as she did this, and a moment of deep, wordless communication passed between them.  Michelle understood that whatever was happening here had nothing at all to do with a shopping trip.  He came to stand right behind her, putting a hand on her shoulder as he turned her towards the mirror.  She shivered at his touch, and then gasped as she saw her reflection in the mirror.  Instead of the usual studious-looking girl with a clean-scrubbed face wearing sensible college clothes, the mirror showed her a sultry vixen wearing heavy makeup, her long black hair falling past her shoulders as she posed, shockingly dressed in nothing but provocative lingerie.   “So my dear.  What do you think?” “That….that’s not me. I don’t look like that.” “On the contrary. This is exactly how I imagined you, the moment I first laid eyes on you.” “But…” “Take a good look, and tell me what you see.” Michelle took a deep breath, and then tried to look dispassionately at the mirror, as if she were a stranger looking at a picture.  “I see a man and a girl,” she began, hesitantly.  “Go on. Tell me about them.” Her voice gained a little strength as she continued, describing him first.  “He’s tall, and very well dressed.  He looks successful and powerful.  A little older, but still very handsome.  Distinguished.  He looks like the head of a big company, or something.”  He chuckled, “Flatterer.”  His breath was warm against her skin as he leaned down to murmur into her ear, “Tell me about her.” “She looks very nervous, a little frightened, maybe.  Compared to him, she seems so small.  Vulnerable.” “Continue.”  A lot of bitterness crept into Michelle’s voice as he gave her usual, critical assessment of herself, “She’s skinny, with long dark hair.  Not much in the way of hips or breasts, and her legs are too thin.” “Hmm. Well, that’s definitely now how I’d describe her,” he replied, his warm hand sill resting on her bare shoulder.  “I’d say she was slender, with a beautiful figure.”  He moved his hand down from her shoulder as he described her.  The feeling of his warm hand sliding over her skin made Michelle’s heart pound and her breath catch in her throat.  He continued, “I’d say her hips are just right, which is why she has such a wonderfully pert little ass.” His hand slid over her hip ad gently caressed her ass as he said this, softly cupping and squeezing.  Michelle’s mouth formed a small O and she sighed softly.  She had been touched before, of course.  She’d had a few rather unsatisfactory sexual encounters with boys her own age – mostly hurried fumbles that left her wondering why she had bothered.  This couldn’t have been more different.  His touch was slow and assured. No rushing, no nervousness.  Michelle felt she was being played like a musical instrument as his confident hand glided smoothly over her body, sliding around her waist and along the smooth, flat planes of her stomach.  “I would say her breast were just the right size, he said, cupping on in his hand.  Her hard nipple nestled into his palm, “perfectly formed, with beautiful nipples.” Gently gripping one in between his fingers, making her gasp.  “And, judging by how hard they look, I’d say she was quite aroused at the moment.  Wouldn’t you, me dear?”  She struggled to make her voice work, her throat suddenly dry, “Y…yes.” She could feel his body at her back, the pressure of his hard-on pushed against her as he stood behind her with her breast still cupped in that confident, virtuoso’s hand.  Michelle mind was awhirl. She couldn’t believe this was happening to her.  Just a few short hours ago, everything had been normal – just another day.  Now, everything was different.  Everything felt incredibly intense; the feeling of his warm hands on her skin, the smell of him, and the sensation of his strong body pressed against her.  She felt his teeth bite gently on the lobe of her ear, before he murmured, “And, what does she want?” “She wants…she wants to please him. To do whatever he tells her.”  “Put your hands behind your back,” he said.  As instructed, she placed her arms that way.  As instructed, she placed her arms behind her back, and watched in the mirror as he slid both hands over her body, caressing her smooth skin as he cupped her breasts, gently rubbing on her nipples through the sheer fabric of the bra.  She felt as if her nipples were connected directly to her pussy, electric jolts of pleasure coursing through her as she felt her lips swell.  Behind her back, her hands where pressing on the hard bulge in his pants, and she started slowly rubbing them up and down, stroking him through his clothes. He pinched both her nipples harder, sending a quick spike of pain through her body, making her gasp.  He started to slide a hand down her belly, fingertips slipping under the waistband of her thong.  Suddenly desperate to be touched there, she moaned, “Oh yes,” only to groan in frustration as his hand stopped.  “What do you want,” “I want…I want you to touch me.” “Then ask, and ask nicely.” “Please,” she moaned, “please touch me.” He chuckled, “But I am touching you.” “No,” she moaned, “touch me there. Touch my…my pussy, please.”  Michelle watched in the mirror, fascinated, as his hand slowly slid beneath the sheer thong.  The touch of his fingertips on the moist softness of her pussy brought a low moan from deep in her chest, and he began to slowly stroke up and down the length of her swollen lips.  Letting him take control made her feel safe and, at the same time, more sexually charged than she could ever remember being in her whole life.  His fingers brought her to the edge of orgasm and held her there, denying her release as she gasped and moaned.  Clutching the hard shaft of his dick, she begged for release, her mind lost in the images from the mirror.  “Now take off that pretty underwear.” Michelle hurried to comply, eager to do anything she was ordered to as she fell deeper and deeper into her role.  Soon, she was standing in nothing but stockings, high heels, and the necklace.  “Good Girl. Now, get down on your knees.”  As Michelle sank gracefully to the floor.  She reached for his cock, only to pull her hand back as he snapped, “No. Hands behind your back.” “Yes, sir.” She nodded.  One her knees, obediently keeping her hands clasped behind her back, Michelle surrendered control to him, letting him fuck her mouth.  The feeling of being used for his pleasure was a warm glow inside her.  His hard dick slid smoothly in and out of her mouth as she sucked him, the taste and the masculine smell of him feeling her senses.   Taking a chair from the corner of the room, he positioned it in from of the mirror.  They way he had positioned her, both of them had an excellent view in the mirror as he knelt behind her.  Michelle felt the tip of his dick brush against the lips of her pussy, and her eyes drifted closed as she sighed with pleasure. She wanted this so badly.  She felt his hands grip the cheeks of her ass, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he pulled her hips back, his dick suddenly stretching and filling her.  He penetrated her, burying his dick inside her in one long thrust.  “Oh my god. Oh yessss.” She watched in the mirror, spellbound at the sight of herself getting royally fucked.  His dick postponed in and out of her, his hands on her hips yanking her backwards, slamming her ass against his body as he drove himself into her, pounding her pussy.  Her body gleamed with sheen of sweat, and she looked up to meet his eyes in the mirror, rapt at the expression on his face as he relished the sensations of her tight young body squeezing his shaft.  She felt the pad of his thumb rubbing against her anus.  Such intimate contact, coming so unexpectedly, threw Michelle over the edge.  Her mind exploded in bright flashes of color as she screamed, wordlessly.  Her body shook and spasmed on the chair, wave after wave of pleasure obliterating all thought.  Never had she come so hard, or for so long, and the feeling of his dick still moving inside her kept her riding the crest of her orgasm until she thought she might actually pass out.  When she could think again, she head amusement in his voice, “I told you you would be allowed to cum, eventually.” “Mmm, yes sir, you did.” She said with a smile………..   To Be Continued………

Hide and Get….part 1

Nick struggled for months after calling it off with Jessica.  Letting her go cut him to the core, but he never once regretted the decision.  Nick wanted her to have a full life, not this.  She called so often those first few months that he ended up changing his number.  As much as he loved her, Nick couldn’t give in.  He had to make the break up final so Jessica had to move on.  Nick dived into his work full tilt and became a work-aholic.  It gave him something to do and his mind of Jessica.  Upper management was impressed with Nick’s output but wanted more out of him, so they hired an assistant at the beginning of the year.  Her name was Daniela Rovito.  She was a little Italian with just as untiring a work ethic as Nick.  With her on this team, the two made headway where before Nick was keeping his head above water.  Nick didn’t think Daniela as anything more than a workmate until the day of the budget meeting.  They’d arrived early (their normal mode of operation) and sat down near the head of the table.  Naturally, they were the first ones there.  Nick laid out his notes, preparing mentally for the ten-minute briefing he had to give.  Nick glanced up at Daniela and watched her slowly uncross her legs.  He saw her naked snatch before she crossed them again, every so gracefully.  Daniela looked at him and smiled. Before Nick could react, Edward entered the room.  Just that tiny peak at her pussy was enough to give Nick a raging hard-on.  Crap he thought, how the hell am I going to give my presentation now?  Nick tried to concentrate on the budget overview while the president spoke.  Then he made the mistake of looking at Daniela again.  She winked at him.  Nick closed his eyes.  He was back to square one with the hard-on.  “Mr. Flair, would you please update us on your project and the expenses projected for the year?”  Nick looked at him with a half-grin. To stand up now would expose to the entire staff just where his mind was at.  Trying to buy time, he shuffled his papers and pretended to edit which date he wanted to share first.  Daniela stood up and addressed the group.  “While Mr. Flair readies our data, let me go over what we were able to accomplish last year…” By the time Nick presented, his dick had settled down enough not to attract attention.  When he finished, he looked at Daniela.  Her lips curved into a mischievous smile and then she turned from him and pretended to listen to the speaker.  Nick hadn’t looked at Daniela carefully until today.  She had long brown hair with just a hint of a wave to it. She usually wore it up, but today it was flowing down her back.  Her eyes were chocolate brown and doe-like with those long dark lashes.  Nick snuck a glimpse at her chest and noticed her buttons were undone lower than normal, exposing just a hint of the black bra she wore underneath.  There was no doubt Daniela wanted Nick to notice her.  Although he was horny, Nick wasn’t about to start a relationship.  He had no time for that.  Hell, if he had time he would still be with Jessica.  He also couldn’t afford to ruin their work relationship.  He needed Daniela as his assistant and wasn’t willing to jeopardize that for a little pussy action.  Nick dreaded the end of the meeting.  Turning her down was not going to be easy at all, not when his dick wanted was to slip inside her dark snatch.  When the president adjourned the meeting.  Daniela helped Nick gather the materials.  She made sure to touch his hand in the process.  Yep, his dick responded immediately and he had to sit back down.  With all the higher-ups in the room there was no way he could walk out of there with a stiffy.  Daniela sat with him and started talking about the weather, waiting for the room to clear.  “I think we can go now,” she said.  Nick was relieved and a bit disappointed. So, this girl is just a tease.  He’d have to talk to her about her unprofessional behavior some other time – when his dick was uninvolved.  Nick followed her to the elevator and they stood together in silence.  After the doors closed, Daniela lifted her skirt, bent over and spread her legs apart.  It gave Nick a clear view of her wet pussy. “Please, Mr. Flair I need to feel your pisello inside me.”  Nick hesitated for a second, unsure of the consequences.  Daniela rubbed two fingers over her clit and then opened her wet lips invitingly. “We don’t have much time Mr. Flair.”  Nick instantly unzipped his pants and stuffed his dick into her willing snatch.  He grunted in satisfaction when he felt her moist warmth.  He started pounding her hard, hick cock needing release.  Daniela egged him on. “Come in my fighetta! Hurry, before we get caught.” Nick shuddered in ecstasy as a huge load shot into her eager pussy.  Nick felt the elevator slow and quickly stuffed his dick back into his pants, zipping them up just as the door opened.  Daniela stood beside him completely calm and collected as three men entered the elevator.  Both Nick and Daniela sported Cheshire cat grins the rest of the trip down.  They left the elevator and walked out of the building without speaking.  Nick stopped her in the parking lot.  “What was all that about?” “Flair, I have wanted to do that for months.” “I hate to break this to you, Daniela, especially after what just happened. But I am not interested in a relationship.” “Me either.” She made a cute little put with her sexy lips. “Relationships are a waste.  I only want your body.  It won’t affect our work.” “As tempting as that sounds, I don’t have time.” “I’m talking about cosine veloce.” Nick looked at her in confusion, shaking his head because he didn’t understand.  Daniela made a circle with two fingers and then poked her index finger through it rapidly. “Um, fast intercourse.” Nick raised an eyebrow. She wanted quickies? He wondered if this was a trap.  Was this really worth the risk.  Daniela was too valuable as a worker.  Daniela walked to her car with a seductive wiggle to her ass.  She threw a kiss before driving off.  The next morning, Daniela acted as if it never happened.  She was her professional self, with her hair up in a knot and conservative clothes buttoned up to her neck.  Maybe she had second thoughts Nick wondered.  It wasn’t until Friday that Nick understood her offer was still very much on the table.  Daniela came to work with her hair down and a glint in her brown eyes.  He wondered where they would screw this time.   When Daniela suggested they go out for lunch, Nick jumped at the chance.  “Take me to the Clock Tower. It’s only twenty minutes from here.” On the drive over, Daniela spread her legs and hiked up her skirt. Nick clearly saw her dark-haired pussy glistening with excitement. Having pounded her once, his dick was desperate to take it again.  Once they arrived at the destination, she leaned over and whispered. “Touch me. Feel the heat of my fica.” Even thought there were people walking past their car, Nick slid his finger into her pussy with relish.  He groaned when he felt how wet she was.  Nick started to stroke her, but she pulled away. “No, no.” Before they entered the tower, Daniela took a picture. “Something to remember this by.  Now come with me, Amor.” Nick willingly followed her, enjoying the view her short skirt provided as she climbed the spiral staircase.  Nick felt the sexual tension rise the closer they go to the top.  He knew in a few minutes that he would be deep inside that naughty pussy of hers.  Unfortunately, a talkative British couple at the top was intent on befriending them.  Daniela laughed and encouraged them to share stories knowing full well it was driving Nick crazy.  The couple finally let, but only after Daniela promised they’d meet for coffee later on.  She winked at Nick. “Are you ready, Amor?” Nick growled hungrily, “I have been since the car.” Daniela giggled, leaning over the railing suggestively. She arched her back, spread her legs and wiggled her ass.  Troy looked around before hiking her skirt up, exposing her moist cunt.  He unzipped his pants and pulled out his aching dick.  Nick thrust into her aggressively. Daniela gasped, but Nick could tell it pleased her.  “Yes, Amor.  Punish my fica for making you wait so long.” Nick held her down against the rail taking her deep, needing to hear her cry out.  She did not disappoint.  Daniela’s moans echoed through the campus square and attracted the attention of a student walking down below.  The young woman looked up and waved.  Nick continued to pump her deep, enjoying the idea of fucking Daniela in broad daylight while a stranger interacted with them – oblivious to what she was witnessing.  “I’m going to cum inside you, Daniela. Right now, while that woman waves at you,” Nick growled. “Oh, yes. Do it, do it!” Daniela waned back to the student as Nick rammed his dick into her.  He pressed her body against the railing as his cock repeatedly thrust hot cum into her warm depths.  Daniela managed to throw the woman a kiss as she took his onslaught. “Bello, bello…” she whispered to him.  To his surprise, Nick saw the young woman enter the bottom of the tower.  It appeared she was coming up to meet them.  He pulled out after his orgasm subsided and zipped his pants.  Daniela adjusted her skirt, laughing under her breath. “What are you going to say to her?” Nick asked. “That it was such a bella day I just had to share it.” Nick smiled. “Do you think she knows what we were doing?” “We shall find out soon enough, Amor.”  Daniela kissed his cheek and walked to the doorway to greet the woman.  It turned out people never realized they were copulating. Nick wasn’t sure if it was a case of it not registering because it was so unexpected or if people were simply that unobservant.  One of their outings took them to the zoo.  Daniela wanted to do it in front of the monkeys.  Before they left the car, Nick wanted to give Daniela a little pleasure before he took his.  She smiled and lifted her skirt. Nick stated playing with her clit, but Daniela protested. “What are you doing?” Nick whispered seductively, “I want to make you cum before I take you in the zoo.” Daniela slapped his face.  Nick pulled back completely shocked. “Let’s go,” she snapped. Nick rubbed his cheek. “What’s wrong?” She glared at him. “I told you, no relationship.” “I’m not talking relationship, Daniela.  You make me cum all the time. I just wanted to return the favor…let me please you.” Nick’s attempt to seduce her only made her angrier.  “No, Flair. I want nothing more from you.” Since that wasn’t going over well, Nick went with the original plan. “Forget it, let’s go fuck in front of the monkeys then.” “No! You’ve ruined today.  Take me home.”  It was a hit to Nick’s ego.  Not one to see rejection, Nick never tried to touch her again.  If quickies were all Daniela wanted, then quickies she would get…..

Night of Seduction

Tia arrived at my apartment at 9:42pm fresh off a long day of work.  Once she approached my door she saw a Blue note taped to the door with her name on it.  She took the note and began to read:

                Tia,

                I know you’ve been going hard with school and work, so I have a little surprise for you to ease                some your tension b/c I know you have been stressed.  Put your bags by your side and empty out all your pockets. Take the scarf from the door knob tie it around your eyes and knock 7 times on the door.  You will receive further instructions …

Not knowing what to expect Tia did just as the note said.  As soon as she knocked 7 times I opened the door eagerly.  “Hey there Queen!” “What have you got up your sleeve,” she said wondering.  “Don’t worry about that at all you will see soon enough, just let me take care of you tonight. Put your hand out.”  I grabbed her hand and lead her in.  “Stay right here for a second let me get your things.  I grabbed her bags and sat them inside.  I walked behind her slowly wrapping my arms around her.  Neo Soul played throughout the room, music and fumes from the oven filled the air.  I whispered in her ear “I could tell you were stressed so I had to do my part.” Kissing her on her neck then saying “These are the rules” “Rules what kind of rules, I’m not good with those” Tia said. “Trust me just follow these simples’ rules and tonight will be something you will never forget.”  Tia smiled as her mind only wondered what was in store for her tonight.  “There is only one rule so it won’t be hard at all.” “And what rule is that!” “You have to do everything I tell you to do tonight.  No ifs, ands or buts about it.  You understand. So I’m going to ask you this one question Do you trust me?” “Say what,” Tia said excitedly.  “Do you trust me, yes or no?” “I trust you but I don’t know about this RAY!” “Good, that’s all I wanted you to say.  Now you know where my kitchen table is right, we are going to move that way while I’m behind you and I’m going to sit you there ok?” I asked while I was nibbling on her ear lobe.  “Yes, I do.” She responded softly.  “So, let’s move now.” We walked to the next room our bodies moving as one.  I held her tightly in my arms and the bulge of my dick pressed against her ass.  I lead her to the dining room and sat her down.  “I hope you’re hungry, after working so hard today.” “I actually am starving what did you make Ray.”  “It’s a secret but I want you to taste something first.” “Taste what nigga!” “Just open your mouth stop asking questions, and do what you’re told!” I said in a forceful voice.  “Look at you Mr. Boss man.” “
Ssshhhhh, do what your told.”  Tia opened her mouth in waiting. I put a cold grape in her mouth slowly.  “Oooohhhh grapes I love those.”  I started feeding Tia a few grapes and after the last one I kissed her eagerly! “I want you to taste something else, open your mouth again.” Tia did as she was told opening her mouth again.  I put some hot melted chocolate on my finger and put it on her tongue.  Tia smiled, “Delicious!” I then took her finger and dipped it into the chocolate and proceeded to suck it off her finger.  “This isn’t the only thing I’m sucking tonight.” I said and Tia smiled “Boy you crazy.” “You right about that and this is just the beginning!”  I continued to fill Tia’s mouth with grapes, dipping her finger in the chocolate again licking it off every time.  While I was licking her finger a bell rung.  “What was that?” Tia asked.  “Dinner is served my dear, sit tight for me.” “Oh, I’m not going anywhere.”  I went into the kitchen and prepared her plate.  Steak, lobster tail and rice.  I sat her plate in front of her and said “Now take that blind fold off.” As soon as she did her eyes widened.  There were rose petals in the hallway; candles were lit throughout the place and on the kitchen table; her plate was fixed and I was wearing nothing but boxer briefs, white cuffs, and a bow tie.  “Now take your time eating, I’m going into the back room and setup for part 2 of tonight.”  I leaned over and kissed her deeply then proceeded into the back room.  When I came from the back room Tia was almost done eating.  “What you got going on in the back room” “Wouldn’t you like to know,” I said with a smile.  “Are you finished eating?” “Yes, I am thank you.  It was delicious.”  “Good, glad you enjoyed dinner.  Now put the blind fold back on.” “

Again!” “Yes, again.”  As soon as the blind fold was on I said “Stand up and take all your clothes off.” “Say, what boy.” “You heard me don’t say nothing else, take off your clothes.”  Tia stood up as told and I moved the chair away from you as she started to take off an article of clothing one by one.  When she was completely naked I walked up to her close enough to where she could feel me breathing.  I grabbed her hands and wrapped them around my neck.  “Hold on tight,” I said.  Tia grabbed the back of my head and I picked her up in my arms.  I lead her to the back where a hot bubble bath awaited her.  I gently put her legs into the steaming water and sat her on the edge of the tub.  “Take your time Queen and sit yourself into the water and NO, you may not take off the blind fold.”  As Tia sat in the tub and the hot water soothed her body, I gently washed her beautiful body.  “Just enjoy, Queen and let the worries of the day go.” After washing her body I said “Stay right here, I forgot to turn the music on in the room.”  I quickly turned on some smooth Jazz and went some more fruit from the other room.  “Open your mouth Queen” I said and dropped a cut peach into her mouth.  “Ray, I needed this so bad. I know I’ve been neglecting you lately as well too.  ” “I know babe but it’s quite all right.  I know how busy things are getting but I know it’s not going to last forever.  If I have to do more of this I’m going to get my time!”  “Ray, I’m ready to get you into the bed room with your half naked ass, where did you get them tight shorts from and bowie tie anyway.”  “I went to the mall and picked up a few items. I’ve been thinking about this for a while and finally got everything I wanted or needed.”  “Boy, you something else just don’t wear them things outside the house” I sat back and let out laugh.  “You don’t have to worry about that at all Queen.” I took the blind fold of her.  “Now your towel to dry off is over there on the sink.  Beside it you will be two bags for you.  I went to Victoria Secret and picked out a few items for you that I just would love to see you in.  As well as some MAC Make-up, so do your thing and I’ll be waiting for you in the bed ok?” Tia’s face lit up with joy! “Now don’t make me come in here after you, don’t take all night.  I’ve been horny for your ass ever since you walked into this apartment. “I walked out of the bath room, lay on the bed and awaited my queen to come out. 

When opened the bathroom door she looked sexy as hell.  I could feel my nature rising instantly.  I stared openly at her body, taking in the gentle slopes of her stomach, and then rising to adhere to her breasts in the yellow lace bra.  I loved her large breasts. D-cups, with brown nipples I could see tightening against the fabric.  The boy shorts accented her hips and ass perfectly.  Tia walked over to me slowly while I admired her body.  I stood to greet her with a kiss. Her lips were so soft and sweet. Our tongue wrestled with one another’s no one willing to give-into the other.  “Get naked for me,” I was not trying to wait any longer. I wanted her so bad by then.   Tia stood naked in front of me, and then I began to move, walking around her, having a look from all angles.  “Lie on the bed for me Queen and do exactly as I tell you.  Remember no questions asked tonight.” “Ok babe, what would you have me do?” “Sit there on the edge of the bed.” Tia did just as I asked, wondering where this was going.  “Okay, now I want you to run your index fingers over your nipples.  They’re already erect, and I want you to make this look and feel god.” Tia blushed and smiled partly from excitement.  Tia arched her back, lifting her breasts slightly and watched herself as she lightly rubbed just the very tip of both nipples.  I took the bullet from my bag and placed it on her pussy lips.  Tia immediately felt the Zaps from the quicksilver bullet warming and swelling the flesh there.  Unbidden, Tia pinched each tip, heightening the sensation as she looked up and me, and I said, ‘Very nice. Now I want you to lie back and spread your legs wide for me.  Continue working your nipples so you don’t loss the pulse rate.”  Tia was surprised at how liberating it felt to do this, to be in control of her body and her pleasure, and not be met with disapproval. “I love your body Tia, Supple and curvy and I love your confidence, SEXY!” Tia was bolstered and felt a bit more certain as she lay back and slowly raised her knees before parting them, slowly, then pushing her thighs back toward the bed, opening her sex wide while giving her nipples a sharp pinch.  So turned on Tia pinched and worked her nipples, feeling totally wanted, enjoying the desire that zipped from her breasts to her pussy, stimulating.  Swelling, exciting and making herself every wetter and slicker.  It didn’t surprise that Tia loved for me to just sit back and watch her.  She’d always told me fantasy’s about being watched.  She enjoyed the thought of me looking about her pleased and touched herself.  Once again, I approved. “Good, good. Now bring yourself to orgasm by rubbing your clitoris.  You may not close your legs either.  I want to see the muscle flexion. It would be better if I could feel it as well.  That is, if you don’t mind me feeling you orgasm.  More than a little breathless by now, Tia nodded. “Yes, please. I’d like that.” I breathed out a laugh that had an edge of appreciation to it.  I perched on the edge of the bed near Tia’s hip, facing her direction.  “Okay, go ahead whenever you’re ready.” Tia settled back onto the table, continuing to pinch her left nipple while reaching her right hand down to place her index finger on her clit.  Tia went slowly, gently, so I wouldn’t miss a thing.  Tia slipped the tip of my finger farther down, dipping into the slick heat of her cunt to wet the tip.   Masturbation had always felt better for her that way, her clit more sensitized when it was wet.  She rubbed now, slow circular motions, and a melting, scorching vortex soon began to form around her pussy.  A soft moan of warning escaped, telling me that orgasm wasn’t far away.  I responded quickly, painting two fingers along her slit to moisten them before slipping my fingers inside.  Tia stopped rubbing, wanting to prolong the deep, warm flare glowing inside.  A causal smile lifted the corner of my face as I made eye contact with her. “Yes, good idea. Let it build up for a big release.” With that, I withdrew my fingers slightly to add a third, opening Tia up a little wider, and applying more pressure as I thrust my fingers in deep this time, hard, straight into Tia’s G-spot.  The jolt cause an explosive burst of pleasure that swelled down her thighs and up through her torso, setting her nipples ablaze with hungry sensation.  I slowly pulled out and then thrust in again, Tia’s eyes lit up with challenge and intensity.  Tia, all thoughts of her performance lost now on a wave of desire, spread her legs as far as they would go, urging me to thrust hard again, and began to rub her clit in earnest.  The sensations were almost overwhelming, but Tia felt safe and sexy and never wanted to stop feeling this way.  “Rock your hips,” I instructed.  Tia coupled the order with another surprisingly strong thrust, and Tia obeyed.  Or tried to. As soon as she lifted her hips and pressed herself against the pressure of my hand, she felt the orgasm take root and contract muscles clear around into her buttocks, clenching them, gathering strength like a windup toy.  And with a pinch of her nipple, it all let go into a stuttering, prolonged climax that held her breathless in a whiteout of pleasure, holding her aloft for seconds before the pulsing began, slow and strong at first, then rapid and so satisfying she curled forward.  Just when Tia was about to attempt a breath, I pushed Tia’s hand away from her clit and pressed my thumb there firmly, then began to pump my fingers inside, hard and fast.  Instead of ebbing away, the orgasm roared back to life, spreading and spasming and making Tia cry out in alarmed ecstasy while her pussy pulsed and clenched at my fingers.  “How was that,” I asked but Tia could not hear let alone understand what I had said.  

Welcome to the Neighborhood

I had just accepted a new job as a Marketing Director At&T moving me from Mississippi to California.  I had been out there for a little over a month now living in a hotel and I finally had found a nice house in a nice little cul-de-sac and bought the last house in the neighborhood.  I t as a hot sunny day I could feel the sun rays on the back of my neck as I was unloading the UHAL truck getting my things together.  Out of nowhere I heard a voice “Hello. Welcome to the neighborhood.” I turned around to see a beautiful woman standing in my presence.  “Hi.” I responded with a smile.  She looked me in my eyes and said, “Today is a sizzler, isn’t it? I’m Morgan Smith.  I made you some sweet tea to help cool you off.” “Why thank you.  I appreciate the welcome and the tea.”  I responded with a deep and sultry voice.  I reached out and took the glass from her hand, then downed the tea in just a few huge gulps. Morgan watched and I wondered what was going on her in mind.  She smelled so good as I inhaled deeply, unable to get enough of her scent.  “Ahhh. That hit the spot. Sorry to be so rude.  I didn’t even introduce myself yet.” I put my hand out to shake hers, while slyly assessing her body from head to toe.  She probably could tell that I found her 100% appealing.  “Morgan, huh?  I’m Shyne Williams.” “You weren’t being rude at all, nice to meet you Shyne. Is there anything I can help you with that’s not too heavy.” She grinned and flexed her little biceps.  “You’ve already helped me with the tea.  How about I return the favor later? I was planning to throw some steaks on the grill to reward myself for all this hard work.  If you’re not too busy, maybe you could join me.” “That would be nice, Morgan responded, what can I bring?” I looked into her brown eyes and simple said “Just bring yourself. Is 7 o’clock good for you?” “Yes. I’ll see you then.”  Morgan took the glass from my hands, and nearly dropped it as our fingers touched for the second time.  I pretended not to notice the effect I had on her.  Morgan strolled across the lawn in cuffed white short shorts, low-back halter top, and 4 inch platform sandals, keenly aware of my eyes scanning her body.

Later at my place I tried to impress Morgan with my amazing culinary skills, and great choice of music.  Neo Soul and smooth Jazz played in the background and I had all of my furniture set up inside and out.  It was still hot outside, but two fans attached to the patio awning blew down on us from above, providing relief from the heat.  “You sure settled in fast.  I like how you’ve set things up,” Morgan said, as she sat down in the well-cushioned patio chair I’d pulled out for her.  “I just stored the rest of my boxes in the garage.  I’ll go through them every day until I have everything unpacked.” “Those steaks are making my mouth water.” The lid to the Weber grill was closed, but aromatic smoke poured out of the few vents that were open on top.  “Good, I said, I only use mesquite wood instead of charcoal.  It gives the meat this naturally smoky flavor.  I hope you brought your appetite, because I made some southern dishes to go with it.  There’s brown sugar baked beans, yams, cornbread, and collard greens.  Save room for the peach cobbler too” Morgan looked at me and said, “Where in the world did you find the time to make all that food?” I leaned back and laughed.  “I came over here yesterday and started setting up the kitchen.  Some of my friends already told me they plan to drop in on me while I’m off this week, so I took the opportunity to cook some things up in advance.  Anyway, the baked beans, yams, and collards taste better the day after they’re cooked.  Morgan said “It sounds like you know what you’re doing.” “Don’t tell me you’ve never met a man who likes to cook.” “Okay, I won’t tell you.” “You’re funny. Truth is, both my grandmothers loved to cook and taught me a lot. Now, seeing as I’ve not found a woman to share my kitchen with yet, I’m lucky I know how to cook for myself.” “Well, I don’t have any skills in that direction.” Morgan replied. “You’ve never learned how you to cook?” I looked incredulous.  “No, I mean, I know how to heat up frozen foods, boil water for pasta, and make a boxed Mac and cheese, but I don’t make anything from scratch.” “Woman, how do you eat that tasteless stuff? I know what it’s like, because I’ve had to eat it from time to time when it’s been served to me at friends place, but I’d never eat it by choice.” “Of course I prefer freshly prepared dishes, which is why I eat out a lot. There are plenty of restaurants here that serve fresh food that doesn’t come from a box or a freezer.” “Okay. I apologize if I’ve offended you. It’s just that, more and more I’ve been meeting women who don’t cook. And most of them aren’t from the south.” “I have other skills outside the kitchen.” “No doubt” as I grinned slyly.  I served Morgan a glass of Cabernet, and proceeded to tell her all about myself.  I was new to California, and had transferred here a year ago at my employer’s request.  Before buying this house, I was in a hotel for a while then a small condo.  With house prices at their lowest in a decade, I was finally able to own my own home.  I got a Business degree from Alabama A&M University and had a nice job with a big cell phone company.  “Tell me more about your family,” Morgan said “My parents still live in Mississippi where I was born and raised.  So does my brother and sister.  I’ve got cousins, uncles, aunts, and two grandparents still alive there, too.” “Mississippi?” I knew you were from the south with you southern accent. Sorry if I offended you.” “That’s okay. It’s just that, you’re not the first person here to tell me I sound country. So, what about your family? Do they live nearby?”  “My mother lives in Fresno and we talk and see each other often.  I was an only child in a single parent household.  I have other relatives in New York, but they disowned my mother when she was 16 and pregnant with me. She chose to keep me when they tried to force her to have an abortion.” “Wow. That’s a hard knock.” “Yes it is and I never want that kind of life for my own kids.” “Oh. You have kids?” Morgan laughed nervously. “No, but eventually I would like to. I’m only 27 so I don’t want to think about kids yet.” “Why not? I’m 28, and if I’d met the right woman I’d be ready to be a father.” “Well that’s your choice.  There’s a lot I want to accomplish in my career before I start a family.” “So it’s just you in that huge house? What are you, a dancer, or some type of entertainer?” “Why would you think I was a dancer?” I looked at Morgan embarrassed. “I couldn’t help noticing how fit you are, and the way you walked across the lawn in those high heels—so…gracefully.” “No, I’m not a dancer, but I’ve studied dance since I was in high school.  I didn’t see a future in it, thought. I work for Kirkrich.” “You mean the company that built our houses?” “Yes, that’s the one.” “So, you must do something pretty high powered over there, unless you come from money.” “I’m an architect. I designed all the homes in this community.” “You’re serious?” “You look like you aren’t buying it. Yes, I’m serious.” “Sorry, I just didn’t know it was possible to have such a high level position at such a young age.” “Well, it is possible; it’s just not the norm.  I graduated high school when I was just 16, then entered undergrad…” “Oh, you’re one of those child prodigy types. I’m really impressed.  You wanna go for a swim? Or are you one of those sisters that don’t get her hair wet?” “I’d have to go home and change into my suit.  Aren’t those steaks almost ready?” I knew I was right about her hair but she wasn’t going to tell me that.  “Right, I’ll serve’em up over here.  You just sit down and put your legs in.  We can swim later.” “Okay.” Morgan sat down with a second glass of wine and let her legs float on the water while I went about fixing our plates.  It was nice to have a woman to cater too. “Here you go sexy legs.” I handed her a plate full of food, then sat down next to her with my own plate.  Without warning, I leaned in and kissed her on her lips.  “Sorry. I had to see what if felt like to kiss your beautiful lips.” “How did it feel?” I put my plate down.  “As hungry as I am for this food, I could skip it and eat you all night.” I know I caught Morgan off guard but I could tell she was feeling me, her body language told me what was on her mind.  She sat her plate down, too, and leaned in to kiss me. I savored the feel of her thick lips against mine.  Morgan slipped her tongue into my mouth and I sucked on it.  Mmmmmmm.  She tasted like peaches and cinnamon.  Morgan reluctantly ended the kiss, and began feeding me food from my plate and I began feeding her food from hers.  Between bits, our lips met again and again.  “Ahem. Hey man. Sorry to crash the party,” a male voice interrupted our kissing and feeding fest.  I turned to see my best friend George! “What’s good, KING?” We shook hands. “This is my new neighbor, Morgan. She lives across the next door there.” We were both embarrassed as hell for being caught kissing someone we’d clearly known for a short time, and I knew I was low key pissed off for being interrupted.  I invited George in and told him to help himself to some food.  Morgan got up from the pool picked up her shoes and headed for the door.  I held her back for and minute and said “Where are you going, you don’t want any desert?” Licking me lips after.  She knew I meant the peach cobbler, but probably could tell from the big bulge in my pants that wasn’t the only dessert I was offering her.  “No, but thanks for feeding me. Everything was delicious,” as she walked toward the door.  I escorted Morgan, and when we got to my front porch, I tried to kiss her lips again, but. Morgan quickly turned and my lips just brushed her cheek.  Thereafter, my attitude changed.  I became cool towards her.  We never had any long discussions again, and whenever I’d see her outside all I’d give her was a simple, gruff, “Good Morning.” Or “Hello.”  I’d never ask her how she was doing, and if she would ask I would simple say, “I’m good, thanks.” That would be the end of it.

It was Halloween, after all the trick-or-treats in the neighborhood had long cease ringing my doorbell; I had some company come over.  While sitting outside talking and laughing I could see Morgan’s shadow coming from her bed room window.  I often wondered if she would look down at me while I was in my back yard.  I was dressed Hugh Hefner style with a smoking jacket and my company dressed as a Playboy Bunny.  She thrust her ass out toward my crotch and humped up and down against me while I embraced her from behind, kissing her neck.  As I had her laid out on a lounge chair by the pool with her legs wide open through the corner of my eye I saw movement in Morgan’s window.  I could feel her eyes watching me.  I started nibbling at my company’s inner thighs, working my way up to her pussy.  I helped her remove her strapless bunny suit.  Then, extending one long, shapely leg, she flung the outfit off of her stiletto-clad foot.  Even though I was with her I imagined Morgan touching herself.  My playboy bunny had no hair on her pussy and I dove right in.  Soon I could hear her moan in excitement, while she grabbed my head wanting more.  She draped her legs over my shoulders and flexed her feet so that her heels didn’t dig into my back.  “Ahhhh, uhhhhh, uhhhhh.  Oooooh, Shyne.  Ooooohh. Uhhhhhhh.”   I lifted her ass I my hands and messaged it between my fingers. I could see Morgan now and she was looking right as us.  I imagined her slipping her fingers into her panties and stroking her clit, never taking her eyes off the steamy action in my backyard.  I know she was pretending my playmate was her.  I stopped and stood up. My playmate whined, “Oh baby, come back, please come back.” “Oh I’m not through with you yet.” I flashed a smile at her.  Then stripped out of my costume.   Morgan was definitely watching now.  I started to feast on my playmate again.  I imagined Morgan stoking her clit faster, faster stroking her wet pussy—all while imagining how my tongue would feel all over and all up inside of her. Her clear, slimy juice coating her fingers and running down her inner thighs.  “Shynnnnne! Yeeeeeah! Mmmm. Yeeeeeass! Of Fuuuuuck! Shynnnnnne! Ooooohhhh…oooooooh…fuuuuuck!” My playmate was cumming. She was screaming my name.  Her pussy was feeling so good.  I could feel the intense spasms as her creamy cum surged forth.  I stood up and my playmate was taking my dick between her lips.  I imagined Morgan’s lips on my delicious looking work of art.  My long thick dick with just the hint of an upward curve in her mouth.  My playmate sucked me hard, deep into her throat, licked the ridge just underneath the head, and sucked the tip with her warm lips.  Soon I stopped her “Let’s take this inside, babe!”  When we stood up I saw Morgan duck down so she wouldn’t be seen but little did she know I had seen her from the beginning!

It had been a week or so after Halloween and I couldn’t get Morgan out of my mind.  It was something about her that just had me.  The thought of her consumed my mind.  I was coming home from work late one night and we pulled up to our respective homes at the same time.  Morgan didn’t even look my way. Damn I thought she didn’t even look my way.  I gathered all the courage I could and walked over to her front porch and without thinking my fingers and rung the door bell.  My heart threatened to jump right out of my chest.  Morgan answered the door with a robe on.  I figured she had gotten out of her work clothes to get comfortable.  As soon as Morgan opened the door, I took her in my arms and kissed her deeply, letting my tongue play with hers in succulent swirls.  Morgan pulled me inside and pushed the door closed.  Our hands were all over one another.  I backed her up to the living room sofa, and opened her robe.  I don’t even remember taking off my cloths but we both were in a frenzy of lust as I explored her beautiful body with my hands and mouth.  I was so hungry for her.  I went down on her with my tongue as I worked my way from her breasts to her clit.  My tongue moved up and down her clit, and my lips sucked at her labia, gently pulling them into my mouth where I softly bit at them.  I plunged my tongue deep inside her.  Gripping her ass in my hands and tilting her up off the couch, I rubbed one thumb in the juices that my mouth and her pussy had created, and then slipped it into her ass.  I fucked her pussy with my tongue as I wiggled my thumb inside her ass.  Suddenly Morgan came with a passion.  “Ooooooohhh. Shynnnnne! Uuuuuuhhhh! Uuuhhhhh! Uuuuuhhhhhhh! Sounds rushed from Morgan’s mouth like she was rushing down the biggest hill on a roller coaster.  She had lost all her cool and control and melted in my hands.  While she was still quivering with spasms, I flipped her over and slipped on a condom.  Morgan looked back at me in eager anticipation.  When I had on my condom, I looked into Morgan’s eyes, grabbed her meaty ass in my hands and buried my long thick dick deep inside her drenched pussy.  Morgan gripped the back of the couch and threw her ass back at me every time I thrust toward her.  Morgan knew then why she heard screams coming from my back yard.  I knew how to please a woman and I wanted to please her more than anyone I’d had been with.  I took her breasts in my hands and massaged them, pulling on her nipples until she moaned my name over and over again.  I held her breast close together in one hand, and stroked her clit with the fingers on my other hand.  Our bodies clapped together as my balls jumped up repeatedly and slapped against her pussy lips.  Morgan started to cum again! But this time, I was right there with her.  “Damn, Morgan! Oooooooh!”  Morgan looked back at me. I was biting my bottom lip in pleasure! I slowly pulled out of her and said, “Don’t go anywhere I’ll be right back.” Morgan looked at me and simply nodded her head. I went to the bathroom to clean up, taking the condom off and wiping her cum from me.  I came back to couch and saw her laying down with her robe on eyes so beautiful watching my every move.  Desire raged inside me.  I lifted her up and took her upstairs to her bed room.  Morgan watched me as I came out of my boxers.  As soon as I lowered them, my dick popped out and pointed straight at her.  Morgan took off her robe and knelt down to taste me.  I smelled like the Tahitian body was in her bathroom but not even that sweet smelling stuff could mask my heady, natural masculine scent.  Morgan slowly flicked her tongue over the thick head of my dick.  Then lifted it so she could like the underside from the base to tip and back again.  “Ooooh, Morgan.” She loved hearing me saying her name that way, like I could just burst at any given moment simply from the feel of her tongue on my cock.  I caressed her nipples, gently tweaking and pulling on them.  As she began to work my dick into the back of her throat, my hands became more insistent, massaging her breasts like I was trying to extract milk from them.  “Mmmmmmmmph.” Morgan moaned.   After a while Morgan stood up and I began to kiss her voraciously.  I backed her up to the bed and lay down on top of her.  I slowly slide my soaking wet dick over her pussy lips.  “I want to feel you, Morgan.” “I wanna feel you, too.” Staring into her eyes, I put on another condom and slowly worked myself inside her.  Every inch of me inside her was searing hot sexual healing. Her pussy wrapped tightly around me as I slowly moved deeper and deeper.  “Aaaaahhh,” we said at the same time.  Morgan wrapped her legs around my waits, and I looked down at them. “Your legs look even more beautiful wrapped around my body.” I started to stroke her pussy slowly.  Morgan could feel me as I stirred her up, making her gasp each time I pulled almost completely out and plunging back in.  Her pussy spoke to me in squishes and squeaks.  Still looking into her eyes, I lowered my head firmly bit her nipples as I drove myself deeper and deeper, slamming my balls against her ass.   Morgan put her legs up over my shoulders so I could go even deeper.  Cupping her ass in m hands, I pulled out and stroked the tip of my dick over her clit repeatedly, then slipped it back in deep.  “Uuuuh. Do it again, baby.” I did it again and again and again until my dick flexed with the power of my orgasm as it rose up.  Morgan’s clit tingled with pleasure from all the stimulation I continually applied.  Suddenly, she was ripping down the hill of that roller coaster again. “Nuuuuuuhhh. Uuuuuuuh.      Ooooooh!   Shynnnnnnne. You’re making me cuuuuuum.”  Her pussy grasps my dick like a clamp! Plunging it deep inside of her one final time, I moaned in ecstasy, as I filled her to overflowing.  Morgan took her legs off of my shoulders and let the length of my body rest atop of hers.  I stayed inside of her, and her body hummed with contentment.  I nibbled on her ear lobe and whispered her name, “Mmmmmmm. Morgan,” sending shivers up her spine.  “You’re all I’ve ever wanted and needed since the day you brought me that sweet tea.” “I want to fall in love with my neighbor.”

Meeting across Town

It had been a long day working at the gym; I was cutting off the lights and locking the doors.  All I was thinking about was a meal and a shower.  I went to “CookOut” for a quick bite to eat and headed to the house.  As soon as I arrived home I turned on some music sat down and ate.  The meal didn’t last long and I was up with the shower running brushing my teeth.  A nice long hot shower felt so great, as I washed the day away.  My girl Jessica had a night out with her girls so I wasn’t expecting to hear from her tonight.  It was her best friend’s birthday so I knew they were going to be out all night celebrating.  I had been lying in bed, wide awake for more than an hour.  I could feel Jessica’s touch and my body heated with the memory of her kiss.  The fan whirled slowly over my head and as I closed my eyes the memories of her invaded my mind, as if she were right there with me.  The first time we made love I had been so gentle, so loving, I cherished every inch of her body.  Sleep was not coming my way at all.  I turned over looked at the clock and it read 1:07.  I decided to cut on the TV and catch up on the football games that I had missed that Saturday afternoon.  As I was watching the highlights on ESPN, I heard my phone buzz and it was a text that read: If your still awake and want to make the drive Come hold me…. I looked at the clock and it read 1:41. I jumped up put on a shirt, found some clean jeans and was out the door.  As I was cruising down the highway I sent a text back: Leave the door unlocked…..It took me 22 minutes so it was just after 2 when I arrived to her house.  I walked up to the door and it was open.  I closed it, locked it and walked down the hallway to Jessica’s room.  “Babe”, I whispered as I got closer to her door. “Come on in” I heard as I walked thru her door.  Jessica was already in the bed covers wrapped around her.  I slide in the bed with her and wrapped her in my arms.  She felted so good so soft, so smooth and smelled so good.  “Why are you in so early?” I asked her.  “Morgan had way too much to drink, she could barely hold up her head.  She was right. We took her home made sure she was ok.  Got her in the bed and before we left she was sound asleep.”  “Oh ok, that’s what up.  I know you all had a great time out.” I responded.  I moved my body closer to her so it was as if our bodies were one.   The temptation was just too great.  Her body was lush and warm.  I whispered in her ear “I need to make love to you again.  I need it like I need to breathe.”  I slowly stripped her clothes off while kissing her softly.  Jessica gave me a wink and crawled across the bed, her ass presented perfectly to me, and she settled herself in the middle of the pillows, closing her eyes as I directed.  I stripped out of my cloths quickly moving across the room to locate the dresser drawer.   Jessica looking directly at my naked body said “Do you know what I was doing before you got here.” I stopped with my hand on the dresser drawer knob and turned to look at her.  Jessica ran her finger across the rigid peak of her nipple and I could see the chills that pebbled her flesh from where I stood.  “Tell me.”  My voice hoarse with desire and I finally found what I was looking for.  She tweaked her nipple once before sliding her hand down between her thighs. “I was thinking of you. Wishing it was your mouth on me instead of my fingers.” “Is that a fact, well show me then.” I said back.   I walked closer to the bed just as Jessica parted her folds.  They were wet with the dew of her arousal, and I watched as she circled the tight bud with her fingers.  My breathe came in shallow pants and I wanted nothing more than to join her on the bed.  The moon light filtered through the curtains and a soft glow fell across her body.  I loved to just watch her please herself it was a thing of beauty.  I waited until she was just on the edge of fulfillment before I joined her on the bed and crawled between her thighs.  My tongue took the place of her fingers, and I quickly brought her over the edge with a few flicks of the tongue.  She tasted so sweet, like ambrosia and sweet cream and I kissed my way up her body, paying special attention to each peak and valley.  “I want you to feel everything I do to you tonight,” I said, taking a stocking I found in the drawer and tying it over her eyes.  As I sat up Jessica used her hands along my body and took my dick into her hands.  Jessica’s fingers were her eyes, and she made sure there was no part of me that went undiscovered as she stoked my cock and massaged the taut sac beneath.  “Stop teasing me woman!” Her laughter told me she knew exactly who held all the power, and it sure wasn’t me.  My fingers grabbed the sheets when I felt the warm wetness of her mouth.  “You taste good,” she said licking from shaft to tip and then taking me down completely.  I felt her throat open as the subtle undulations of her tongue against the underside of my dick.  My balls tightened, and I knew if I didn’t stop her now there would be no turning back.  “Enough, baby come here!” I helped her move up my body and straddle my waist.  Jessica grabbed my cock and slowly lowered herself down on my shaft.  “Do you know how sexy it is to see you above me with that blind fold on?” When Jessica sat on me fully her head dropped back in a moan of pure sensation and pleasure.   Jessica caressed her breasts, holding them together so they sat plump in her hands, and the sight was nearly my undoing.  I grasp her hips together and thrusting in full strokes into her tight pussy.  To watch her above me with no inhibitions was one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen.  It was a dance to some unheard music that controlled her hips and hands, and I nearly spent myself too soon when I felt her reach around and cupped my balls.  I sat up so we were entwined together, as close as two lovers could possibly be and bit down on the offered nipple, causing her to gasp and her pussy tightened around my shaft.  “Mmm, you like that do you?” I soothed the nipple and then moved to the other, repeating the process.  Jessica clamped around me like a vise and threw her head back in surrender.  The pulses from her orgasm were almost enough to send me over the edge.  When Jessica layed limp in my arms, I slowly pulled out of her and let her slump back on the bed.  “I’m not finished with you yet.” I love hearing my name from your lips,” I said kissing her softly on the mouth.  Our tongues entwined and the lazy caress built swiftly into heat.  I pulled away and moved off the bed.  “Where are you going? I thought you weren’t done with me yet.” Jessica stated.  “Far from it.” I positioned Jessica so her feet were on the floor and her body was bent over the bed.  I placed her arms above her head and made her stand so her legs were together.  I tied another stocking around her thighs so she couldn’t spread her legs.  The sight of her ass in the air waiting for me and her body displayed like an erotic offering gave me the instincts of an animal.  I wanted nothing more than to claim her.  “Do you know what you look like?” I asked, running a finger down her spine… “Your skin so soft and smooth, your hair tousled around your shoulders, and your sweet ass is mine for the taking.” Jessica moaned at my words, and I watched her arousal coat the inside of her thighs.  Jessica lifted her ass to my roaming finger and I gave her what she wanted. I pushed my finger into her wet pussy and Jessica closed around my finger, tightening her muscles to take me in further.  Jessica tried to spread her legs and take more but the stocking tied around her thighs kept her from achieving her goal.  “Don’t be so greedy sweetheart.  I’ll give you what you want, eventually.” I dipped my fingers back into her wetness, coating my fingers and then I took my throbbing shaft in hand making sure it was lubricated enough.  I then took a pillow from the bed and shoved it under her hips so the angle was better and I groaned at the sight of her wet pussy lips, closed tight together, just waiting for my dick.  I eased into her slowly, the fit so tight in this position that sweat popped out of my brow, and my hands shook with antipation. It was such an erotic sight my dick disappearing between the tight folds that were wet only for me.  I took her blind fold off and said “Look at us.  Look how we fit together.”  Jessica’s dresser mirror sat in front of the bed, and I watched her eyes adjust in the reflection and take in the sight of us together.  Jessica tightened around me even more, and she couldn’t hold back the fine tremors that shook her body.  I began to move in and out of her, slowly at first to make the adjustment of such a tight fit easier.  But when she began pushing back against me, I couldn’t help but move faster.  Our eyes never wavered off one another.  My hands clamped around her waist as I felt her pussy grasp me tighter.  Jessica’s whole body shook with pleasure and she screamed out my name as she came to pieces around me.  Her pleasure was all I needed to let go. I bent over her and thrust deep.  One…two…three…times before I came deep inside her.  I collapsed over her back and nuzzled at her neck “I love you, Jessica. I always have.”  But my words went unheard.  Jessica was fast asleep… I pushed away from her and untied her legs.  My own limbs were unsteady as I lay down beside her and gathered her in my arms.

Homecoming

There were those who thought Blue would amount to great things just like his Father Neal Mackenzie Attorney at Law.  While others figured he would spend his days drifting aimlessly from one thing to the next.  There were even some who said he’d end up behind bars, or six feet underground.  He’d been closer to both more times then he cared to admit.  Blue had the body of a brawler and ready fists, but there were some folks- usually women – who claimed the smile that graced his sensuous lips would make any woman want to take a walk on the dark side.  Though he wasn’t as bad as he used to be, his reputation remained the same.  He was a man with appetites. The ladies could attest to that as well, for he’d left many broken hearts in his wake.  But no matter what the pleasure – whether it be brawls or seduction, violence or passion – he always put everything he had into what he wanted.

It had been 10 years since he had been home.  Sure he kept in touch with his family, they would always get together a few times a year at the beach house in Carolina.  But he hadn’t set foot in Adamsville since he packed his bags got in his truck and rove off 10 years ago As soon as he hit town there were so many memories.  Birthdays, fights, school, football, his first kiss. An uncomfortable feeling lodged in the pit of his stomach.  He didn’t even know why he’d come home. partly because he missed his family, more than he cared to admit, and partly because he was tired of traveling.  Tired of not having a place to call his own.  He needed adventure going wherever the wind would take him.  To prove that he could survive outside of Adamsville, with out his family being there to catch him if he fell.  But now he was here, HOME and Melissa wasn’t.  He’d lost his chance there.  It was his one regret for leaving.  The pain hadn’t lessoned over the years.  He remembered her as fresh-faced and beautiful.  Long black hair with bright beautiful eyes.  A sarcastic tongue and a laugh always ready on her full lips. A body just was beginning to become a woman’s.  She’d been 18 when he’d felt her beneath him for the first time and in 10 yeas since no woman had ever come close to making him feel the same way. Blue rubbed his chest just over his heart.  There was no point in digging up the memory of the girl he’d loved – the girl he walked away from because he hadn’t the courage to stay.  He was a kid when he ran away, and a stupid one at that because he hadn’t realized at the time what he had in her. 

Blue had been in town for a few days now and he was slowly adjusting being back in Adamsville.  He wasn’t quite sure of what he wanted to do and his mother suggested he go to the local college and take some classes to keep his mind busy.  He drove up to the college walked into the admissions her and to his surprise. “Melissa?” Blue whispered, afraid he was hallucinating. “Well, if it isn’t the prodigal son himself.  You worthless son of a bitch.” Melissa ignored shaking his hand.  What the hell was Blue doing back in Adamsville she wondered?  The last she’d heard he’d been traveling the world.  He was not supposed to be in Adamsville.  She’d only been back six months herself working at the local college and helping her mother take care of her father once he became ill.  She’d never gotten over him.  He’d destroyed every youthful dream of love she’d ever had.  Now he was in her office 5 feet away from her.  She walked towards the door to leave when she felt he heat of his hand around her upper arm and froze. “Get your hands off me!” Melissa said.  Blue dropped his hand but moved his body so he blocked her path.  “Are you really going to just leave?” Blue said. Melissa responded “Sure, why does that surprise you? Last time I checked you were an expert at it.  Besides I’ve got an appointment.” Blue turned to her and said, “We have some things to talk about. I’ve spent the last 10 years thinking about you, wondering where you were and what you were doing with your life.  I’d like to catch up.” Melissa burst out in laughter before she could control herself, and she watched Blue’s eyes narrow in anger.  “Save it, Blue I don’t need half-assed explanations.  The past is the past. Blue moved closer, so their breaths mingled and the touch of his hand against her neck raised chills over her heated flesh.  He dipped his head lower, as if to kiss her, and she put her hand against his chest to hold him back.  “You have the nerve to try to kiss me. You had me Blue, I’m not yours anymore” He crushed his mouth to hers anyway with a passion she never thought she’d feel again. 

His mouth was hot over hers; his tongue wild as it parted her lips and delved inside.  She put her hands on his shoulders to push him away but they went behind his neck instead.  Blue grabbed her ass pulling her close to him.  Moisture pooled between her thighs and moans of pleasure escaped her lips.  Blue hitched her up so her legs wrapped around his waist and carried her to her desk.  He pushed the papers aside and followed her down.  Blue’s hands were everywhere, caressing, arousing until she wasn’t sure she could hold all the pleasure inside any longer.  Blue started kissing his way down her neck nipping at the sensitive skin until she relaxed against him. He pulled her top off exposing her luscious breast.  Blue held her hands loosely above her head, “Your so beautiful.”  He leaned down slowly and took a rigid nipple in his mouth, nipping gently before laving it with the flat of his tongue.  “I haven’t been able to get your taste out of my memory.  So sweet like cream and something dark, Forbidden! “Blue,” she moaned, “I want to feel you,” she begged.  She slipped her hands beneath his shirt and raked her nails down his chest, causing him to shudder with her touch.  “Damn Melissa, you driving me crazy” “Good,” she purred.  He took control of the situation before she made him lose all his senses.  Melissa pushed Blue’s jeans past his hips until his throbbing erection stood proudly before her.  She wrapped her fingers around his length and cradled his sac in her hands, pumping her fist slowly until his head dropped back in surrender.  Moisture beaded on the tip of his cock and she licked her lips in anticipation.  The feel of him hot and heavy in her hands was so familiar.  “I want to taste you” she wanted to do everything to him, and have everything done to her in return.  “I won’t last if you put your mouth on me.  Its been too long” Blue then knelt in front of her and propped her legs over his shoulders splaying her open before him.  She tried to close her legs unused to the intimate attention. “Relax baby, let me please you” Blue said.  AS soon as Blue’s lips kissed her clit Melissa arched her back with pleasure.  “Oh, God Blue. I can’t … It’s too much” “No, its never too much” His finger slid inside of her, then he joined it.  Blue curved his fingers and pressed against her inner walls as his tongue flicked her clit rapidly.  Heat gathered in her belly and tingles formed across her scalp, fingers, and toes – all racing inward as her body bowed and her cries echoed off the walls.  Colors danced behind her closed lids as the orgasm ripped through her and left her limp against the cool wood of the desk, her body lightly damp with sweat and her juices dripping freely down her thighs.  “You taste just as I remembered” Melissa let out a moan as she felt the broad tip of his dick prod at her folds, and she wrapped her legs around his waist with anticipation.  He kissed her deeply the same moment he plunged into her, and they both groaned in tandem.  Blue started moving with her body and she only felt pleasure.  Her nails raked down his back and she arched her hips up to take more of him.  There could never be enough.  “More, More,” Melissa begged “Harder” Mindless words escaped her lips as Blue granted her every wish.  Sweet covered their bodies, and their moans were primal.  Blue’s lips devoured hers and swallowed her cry as she tightened around pussy muscles around his shaft.  Her body wracked with tremors, pulsing in ecstasy.  “Melissa,” he said thrusting one last time.  Blue wasn’t sure if he was still alive surely the fragile human body wasn’t meant to experience pleasure like that ……..      To Be Continued .........

Beautiful

It had been a long day for Whitney while she was at work she received a phone call from her roommate Arnessa informing her that their apartment had been broken into and that the place had been ransacked.  Whitney was instantly filled with anger.  While talking to her roommate, Blue could see Whitney’s demeanor change instantly. “What’s wrong my girl, that couldn’t have been a pleasant phone call,” Blue asked.  “My apartment got broken into.  I’m about to clock out go home and see the damage.”  “Damn, that’s crazy let me know if I can help in anyway.” Frustrated Whitney nodded her head, got her things together and went home. 

It was 7 o’clock Whitney and Arnessa had talked to the police, filled out a report, and now had begun cleaning up.  She looked at her phone and saw that she had 5 miss calls, while looking to see who called her the phone began to ring, it was Blue.  “Tell me something good my girl,” he said.  “I wish I could, I really do but looking at my apartment just makes me mad all over again.”  “Shit, I know it does.  I’ve been there before so I know exactly how you feel. Tell you what, my boys and I are going out tonight why don’t you and your roommate come stay at my house.”  “Wow, that’s very generous off you Blue, but we’ll be all right.  Arnessa probably going to go Danny’s anyway.”  “So, what you staying alone … hell naw, pack some things, lock up, and come my way.”   I’m not taking a no for an answer, so give me a slow “YES” instead of a fast “No.”  I got a fridge full of food and plenty of space.  The spare key is under the rock, which you already know.  So go in and make yourself at home.  I’ll be back late tonight.

Whitney finally agreed, she packed up a bag and proceed to the North side of town where Blue stayed.  Upon arriving at the house Whitney used the spare key to the house, entered to find herself all alone with a note on the counter top.  The note read:

Whitney --- Glad you came to your senses.  I fixed up both spare rooms upstairs so choose one and make yourself at home.  There is plenty food in the fridge and I put fresh towels and face cloths in the bathroom.  We’re at XTC call me if you need anything---- One Love Blue

After a long shower, Whitney put on her Victoria’s Secret pajamas, fitted pink cotton T-shirt and a pair of pink-and-white-stripped boy shorts.  Hungry, Whitney went down stairs for a snack.  She nearly jumped out her skin when she saw Blue sitting on the couch reading.  “I thought you were gone.” “Nah, I told the boys to go on without me,” he said, looking up from the book that he was reading.  He could not take his eyes off of her.  Blue had never seen her in anything other than baggy sweats that she wore everyday.  Now she was standing in front of him, her body tight, no stomach, and had a nice sized butt too.  It had a nice round shape, which the shorts were amplifying.  She stood 5’4, 110, caramel skin tone, beautiful eyes with a natural Afro on her head.  For the first time Blue really looked at Whitney.  He saw a strong female who could stand on her own two feet and would do whatever it took to provide for her and her family.  Whitney was so cool and laid back, Blue often thought of her as one of the boys, when she came around. 

Blue got up and went into the kitchen where Whitney stood in front of the open refrigerator.  The hem of her boy shorts barely covered the bottom of her protruding ass.  Should I cross this friendship line?  Blue asked himself, feeling his dick swell.  Nah, let me fall back.  Turning to walk away, he caught another glimpse of her ass.  Fuck that.  He walked right up on her, and as he reached over her to get a chilled bottle of water, he intentionally rubbed his dick against her so she could feel how hard it was.  Whitney attempted to move, but there was nowhere to go but in the fridge.  Slipping his hands into the waist of her shorts, he massaged her hips.  “What are you doing?” she questioned, feeling her nipples harden.  He pulled her closer to him, shut the door then backed her against the refrigerator.   Eyeing her luscious body, he noticed her hard nipples.  She attempted to walk away.  Pushing her back into position, in a low tone he said, “Don’t do that, ma. Do you know what I went through jus to walk over here?”  Doing her best to be strong, she asked again “Blue, what are you doing?”  I can’t front ma, your ass is beautiful, and I mean I knew you were cute.  I thought about getting at you, but I put that shit on hold because of our friendship.”  He took her arm and placed it around his waist.  “Blue, I don’t know --- “You don’t know about what? You don’t know if you’re feeling me?” She diverted her eyes from his.  No look at me.  “Tell me to leave you alone” He ran his tongue up and down her neck. “ Tell me to get off of you and I will.”  Blue slipped his hand in front of her shorts, running his fingers over her swollen clit.  “Tell me you don’t want me, and I’ll stop, that’s my word. I won’t come at you again.”  Taking the lead, he pulled her shirt off.  “No more talking, “ he said, pulling her shorts down.  Kissing her body gradually he eased onto his knees.  “Open your legs, let me show you something.”  Doing as she was told, she watched as he licked her clit with the tip of his tongue.  Ecstasy shot throughout her body.  Her knees buckled, and she had to grab the back of his head to keep from falling.  Licking her clit the more he feasted on her the wetter she became.  Blue grabbed her ass pushing her closer to him allowing his tongue to go deep into her.  Within minutes she came in his mouth.  Blue took off his wifebeater as Whitney unbuckled his pants.  Lying back on the oversized vanilla couch, she asked, “You sure this isn’t just a fuck?” “ I wouldn’t dare just fuck you.” He lay between her legs.  “I’ma take care of you.” He sucked on her lip and kissed her passionately.  Slowly penetrating her he closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation.  Whitney’s pussy felt like a hot, wet vice grip on his dick; he nearly nutted. Trying to be gentle, he started out stroking her slowly rolling his hips up and down.  While running his fingers through her hair, he looked into her slanted eyes “Stay here … let me take care of you.”  He ran all the way up in her and paused.  “Ahhh, Whitney screamed out, her eyes fluttering from the pleasure that Blue was pounding into her.  He lifted her legs up over his forearms, going right up the middle.  “oohh-oooohhh, oh Blue, wait, stop.  “Whitney’s body tensed up, her legs began to tremble, her pussy contracted in and out and creamy liquid flowed down, saturating his dick.  Blue pulled out and saw her cream covering his brown dick.  “Turn over,” he told her.  Holding her by the waist, he entered her from behind; she grabbed a throw pillow and bit down on it to keep from screaming aloud.  While sliding in and out of her he licked her neck then whispered in her ear.  “I want you to come on my dick.”  Blue ran the tip of his tongue up her spine.  Whitney responded by arching her back and poking her ass out exactly what he wanted her to do.  Beginning to climax, he squeezed her waist tighter pumping harder and faster.  Groaning in pleasure, he exploded inside of her with his dick still inside her, he asked, “Whose pussy is this?”  The way Blue was coming at her was controlling, arrogant and confident.  Whitney loved it.  Hesitantly, she answered, “It’s yours, Blue!”