If Loving You Is Wrong...(Just What the Doctor Ordered)

Man, where has the time gone?

Here I am, sitting here in the bed, and it's been about a week since I last saw Jandra--and I'm still feeling the effects of a weekend gone totally...

Totally...

Well all I can do is just shake my head. It was just that damn good.

It's one thing to live my life to serve my female clientele with the best I have to offer. But hardly do I ever get to be the one that gets served. I mean, at the end of the day, PU**Y is PU**Y. You get in...get off...get out...get paid. But this time, it was all about me.

So let me paint this picture for you...

On Friday, a package comes for me at the registration desk. I was on my way to work out, but the manager stopped me just before I hit the door. Inside the large executive envelope, there was what looked like a hotel room key, a brochure with a number written at the top, and an invitation.

A key to more than just a hotel room. 5 P.M.

That room...man, that sh*t was nice. I don't recall what looked better: The plush furnishing of the suite itself or the view of the city from the top floor.

But what I do recall--was how it turned me on more and more when Jan softly dug her nails into my back as she came over and over and over again.

From the time I got there to checkout that Sunday morning, we sexed...we fu***d...we lusted for each other's flesh.

The more I tasted her gifts, the more she wanted. Moan after moan. Scream after scream. Nut after nut. Normally, with any client I have, one is usually good enough, maybe two. After that, it's time to go. But I'm sure she spent a pretty penny on the accommodations (as well as my fee), so for the weekend, I was all hers.

Like, it was just crazy!!! If I actually sat down to write about all the times...the places...the positions...I probably could fill up an entire notebook. But what was really sexy...oh, man.

The skyline was lit only by stars and the flickering streetlights below. Jan and I had been on the balcony talking, making light conversation about how her career as a professor (now at Spelman) was going. We laughed at how some of the underclassmen she taught were a little shocked by her teaching methods, as I had been when I first stepped foot in her class some years ago.

We both sat on the balcony naked, enjoying the night air breeze across our bodies. Sure we had been going at it all day, but even making the slightest move, my d**k would jump up at attention and be ready to take whatever she wanted to give me.

Her ass playfully rolled as she stalked toward me and placed herself between my legs. Immediately, my rod stood at attention, forgetting that just some few hours ago we had a quick, sweaty session before going to a movie.

She kissed my lips first. Then, my chest. Then, my torso. I let out a sigh of relief as I felt her lips wrap around my shaft, tickling my skin just before her tongue swirled along the tip of my meat. It was so sexy watching her bob her head up and down on my pelvis. She didn't ravage the d**k like some kind of mad whore. Her mouth seemed to caress me, enjoying every inch of my being as it grew inside. I so, didn't want to compare how good the head Dyci/Tonia/Jan had given me, but it was hard--in more ways than one.

Jan only teased me with a light show before she let go. I suppose the smile I had on my face was the reason she had one on hers. Something in her eyes...it was like I could see something in her as she straddled me and her opening spread at the will of my penis.

The warm lust in the air was thick enough to cut with a knife. The grasp of her pu**y"s lips and the rhythm of her bucking spurned my loins to get back to producing what felt like it could be a very powerful shot of cum. A ni**a had been busting all day, but like I said: I was just something about her that kept me going.

For what seemed like forever, we bucked and banged on that balcony. Not once did we give a f**k about who was watching (even though we were closer to the sky than we were to the ground). It was just us two.

As we neared the edge, we rocked harder. A fast, hard nut was on the horizon. But what was so crazy about that was that in the heat of the moment, I had totally forgotten that I didn't have a condom on.

We had never fu***d without one, just out of respect for each other's situation. But I was too close and just jumping out may have caused me to cum quicker and really messed something up.

"Jan, I'm about to...oh, sh*t!!!"

Again our eyes locked. And for a brief moment she stopped.

"Braylon," she panted. "Do you think I'm beautiful?"

WTF?!?!? Where was all this coming from? At that moment, just that question alone was ruining the high. But I couldn't lie to her.

"Yes.."

Another smile...good sign.

I wiped a heavy patch of sweat from her brow. There looked like another question coming.

"Do you want me?"

"Yes."

Just then she went back to a vigorous style of bucking, getting me back to max capacity in just seconds. I was about to explode. Her ass crashed against as I could feel the warm rush of my sperm raging to the top.

Again, Jan smiled and looked into my eyes. The spasms within her let me know that she was coming as well.

"Braylon...could you love me?"

In that moment, time stood still although we clearly were still f**king. I was at a lost for words. And even a week later, I still am. But all I could muster was a silent smile.

And so could she, just as she bucked one last time...

One on One

Damn this water feels good...

You know when standing in the shower, or even a steamy jacuzzi bath, how the hot water feels when t starts to cover your body...

Ooooooohhhhh.

Sh*t is almost ultra serene.

Today was a long day.

Not that I had been "working" all day, as today I didn't have an appointments. But it was just a lot of ripping and running. Just errands here and there...and because of the stupid ass drivers in Atlanta, I almost got into a wreck. Thinking about how this soccer mom van carrying some Arab-looking lady, driving around a slew of bad ass kids, almost hit my Escalade on Northlake Pkwy...like I said...Damn.

Now this was my time, home from working out...no Colony...no clients...just Me...

My thoughts...

And...

My d**k...

I mean I naturally have to keep my crown jewel as clean as possible (oh, yes, I get it checked too...regularly). And when you're in a business where sex sells, in order to make my clients happy...make me happy..."daddy" has to be happy.

Corny???

Again, I ask...what pays for this high rise condo? So if I wanna give my d**k a name, I can call it whatever the f**k I want.

Thinking about all the fun we've had together makes him stiffen as the lathered towel washes base to shaft. Running the soft fabric of the cloth over his mushroom-tipped head sparks a pleasant jolt through my loins.

Copping a squirt (masturbation, for you regular folk) had always been one of my modes of release from stress I would endure through out the week for as long as I can remember. First time I had ever really bust a nut by my own hand, I must've been maybe 12 or 13. I used to sneak a porno from my cousin, Don, and watch it while my mama was sleep or at work. My legs felt like jello when that first shot blasted off. Hell, I almost fell over on the floor. S**t was like a weight had been lifted.

So now you thinking:

If he get paid to get all that pu**y, what he need to jack off for?

Pleasuring myself is more than just a quick fix to an overarching anxiety problem that I have had since I was a kid. It's a transfer of power from "him" back into my own hands...meaning that as I have conquered numerous women with blows of reckless passion, something that wonderful, yet so beastly, can be controlled by my hand. There was a twisted sense of self-intimacy, as it was by my own love, need to get off fueled my actions.

It gets happy like a dog when you rub it, back and forth. Over and over. Slow, gentle strokes. Thinking of how good "daddy" would feel if he were getting to work on some well-off piece of ass. Like the lips on a pu**y would tighten, the towel gained more of a vice grip by the admission of my own hand.

The steam from the shower ran over, fogging the windows like one of those lusty scenes from a good movie. If only...

I thought about this coming weekend. The getaway with Jandra. Making her pu**y spill over with delight as we buck back and forth, humping like animals in heat. Only to crash and burn in the flames of the reality that our affair isn't much as taboo as it would be like two old friends making memories.

The more I thought about her tight little ass, the hold I had on the shaft of my d**k got harder. The strokes got more rigid.

Steam getting hotter...Jan's pu**y. No, my hand, was getting tighter.

Faster...Faster...

Deeper I dig into her love as we both moan, breathing in small breaths of air as the heat is almost too much. Making love to myself feels just as good as I know it would feel as if she had been wrapped in my arms, one of her legs wrapped around my waist, pressed against the wall.

Faster...Stronger...Harder...

It's not blood that is rushing through the veins of my hammer. It's excitement. It's anticipation fulfilled. It's...

Over...It's over...

Panting from the pure rush. The water still splashing against my head. Hard to tell the difference between water and semen, but it all washes down the drain anyhow. My legs still feel like jello as if I was that kid again. The shot still rendered me helpless for a minute as I needed to brace my hands against the bathroom wall.

And then I, we...

EXHALE

Feels Like The First Time...

Dear Braylon,

I hope this email reaches you and finds you in great spirits. I know it's been some time since we last talked or even made contact; however, that doesn't mean that I haven't thought about you. Not a day passes that the thought of your warm, boyish smile doesn't cross my mind.

You're 29 now, right? Yeah, nice and ripe age. But I bet you have not aged a day.

I was sitting in my office after class the other day and a sudden jolt came over me. I remember that day, in the office...our first time...

Heaven knows how my body lusts for you. The way your d**k throbbed in my mouth while I pumped your "man well," pulling to get you harder. How your massive rod split my dripping womanhood, pounding my surface as the barriers of my heat came down.

It was only that one time, but, you definitely impressed me. And I have to have it...

I'm sure Colony has you well taken care of and that you are probably doing well for yourself. As well as I know her, your schedule should be full, as the first time I saw you, I knew you'd be a star. And now, there are others that know the same.

Trust, I have been keeping an eye on my favorite student. And just as sure as these words I am saying flow from my fingers to the computer screen, my pu**y is getting damp with excitement at the thought of seeing you again.

Don't be alarmed. Things are fine with me. I just need a little break from the norm. And it happens that, this weekend, I am free. Colony is only a preliminary obstacle, but I will make sure I contact her and fill up your schedule for the weekend.

And don't worry, I will make it worth your while. I still know how "the game" goes even though I have kind of faded away from that scene.

I have a few things to take care of before I leave work, but I will make sure you know the time and the place.

I'll be seeing you soon, Mr. Davis...my P.Y.B.

Sincerely,

Jan



Funny, huh?

I hadn't seen or heard from Dr. Rix....

Sh*t, you would think after I had f***ed her, I would be able to address her as Jan rather than Dr. Rix...

I hadn't seen Jan in about a year...last heard from her on my birthday some 6 months ago...and it surely wasn't talking about no weekend getaway.

Email definitely shocked the hell outta me. Jan...

Talking bout some sweet pu**y?!?!?! What!?!?!

I had only hit it one time but it was the rush of the moment...just how sh*t popped off...the forbidden truth in knowing that she was:

-the teacher
-the aggressor
-the...wife

The Wife...

Maybe she just wanted a hit of what she was used to. Running with a b**ch like Colony, Jan had to have put in some type of work at some point and time. But, I wasn't really interested in the dynamics of their relationship. For all I knew, Colony probably ate her pu**y too. Wouldn't shock me.

Maybe her husband was f***ing up. Slack @$$ nig. Often times, when they come to me and they are married, the hubby ain't putting that pu**y in orbit like they want it done.

Then again, who was I to pass judgement. Maybe I was the reason they deemed their man to be so slack.

HAHAHA...what can I say? It's a gift.

Silly hoes...

You know I'm gonna take that job, though. A nice getaway, some good...good sex, and best of all:

CHA CHING!!!! Paid, b**ch...

Feels just like...THE FIRST TIME.

Big Things Cum in(side) Small Packages...Part 3 (The Beginning and the End)

A combo of tongue and teeth tickled my skin as Colony's work from beneath pushed the performance from her small companion. A n***a had never had a birthday like this before. The b***h who was paying me to f**k chicks was double teaming a chick with me.

It was a mixture of sick and sexy as I watched Colony manhandle Tonia. Each time she flipped twisted and turned her pint size form, Colony seemed to control the flow of the session. If Tonia was lying on her back, I would be giving it to her missionary and Colony would be sucking on the titties. When Colony wanted her p***y ate, she positioned herself on her back while Tonia buried herself in between Colony's legs while I took her from behind.

As I enjoyed the pleasure I was getting from Tonia's slight yet ample rear, my adrenaline went wild as I watched Tonia's head bobble up and down on Colony's clit. Tonia's head game on men and women was probably good on both sides, but I could get the feeling based on her overall performance that she liked f***ing with chicks more than she liked dudes. Colony probably had her on call just in case for situations like this, probably got all up in this chick's head to do whatever she asked of her.

But back to Colony...as Tonia lapped up her juices, the look on Colony's face seemed as if she wanted more stimulation-like the attention she was already getting wasn't enough.

Poor Tonia...she was too occupied trying to satisfy the carnal greed of this power hungry bull of a woman, not noticing that despite her intentions to ultimately please Colony, she was only irritating her.

I watched Colony grab the sides of Tonia's head and buck her face as if she were a man trying to bang her in the mouth. Her eyes, deep as they were, blazed with lust, wanting more action...

The more Colony bucked, the harder I tried to attack Tonia from behind. I wanted to cum because the run around was getting tiring and I could've thought of better places to be at the time. With each bang, I could feel Tonia tense up from the inside. Colony continued to control Tonia's face from her position. As the swirl of milk spiraled up through my loins, the heat from the sex and just the room temperature itself caused me to close my eyes and just hope for the finish. Until the one time I re-opened them, and Colony's eyes met with mine.

"Tonia, get up..."

Tonia paused, her lips dripping with the spunk from Colony's treasure, looking at Colony like a deer in headlights. Colony's tone hadn't really suggested that Tonia had done anything wrong, but if she said stop, it had to be something.

"Go and wash up for Mama, and I'll come in there and take care of you in a sec..."

Tonia slowly got up from the bed and walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. That was some cold blooded sh*t. Colony lay there for a second, not saying anything. I guess she was just looking at the ceiling. Even with my d**k still hard, it was hard not to take my mind from my impending want to squirt; however, I just couldn't help but to think how gangster that sh*t was how Colony just pushed the girl to the wayside and told her to be on call when she was ready.

Colony sat up, looking me directly in my face, a Cheshire cat-like grin on her face.

"Didn't Mama tell you she was gonna take care of you..."

I still didn't like that "Mama C" sh*t. She definitely was my mama and I sure as hell wasn't comfortable calling her anything close or related to it.

"Thank you, Colony. That was nice of you."

I could see her body's creamy complexion, even in the darkness. Her plump breasts were inviting. Her hips, evenly proportioned, sat on perch like some proud, regal lioness. The way she acted, the power that exuded in her commands when she talked to people. She was a twisted whore, but in some sick way, it was a turn on.

Women with a sense of power had always been sexy to me. Colony...Dr. Rix....

Damn...Dr. Rix...

I hadn't heard from her in some months. Although, I knew she was leading her "life," it was odd that she hadn't reached out to me...even on my birthday...like she had done every year since we met...

"Well, Mama was glad she could put her Baby Boy at ease for his day," she said. "Can't never say I never gave you nothing."

She gave me some sub-par, threesome fun (although Tonia had some good head work)...but I still hadn't busted a nut yet.

"Mhmm...like I said, thanks."

I had half the mind to just splash on her dumb ass. Probably would've been a good idea.

Colony slinked a little closer to me, wrapping her arms around my neck. She stared into my eyes like a snake did who was about to hypnotize its prey. Considering I was a good bit taller than her, her stomach ran into my erection, providing space between us--maybe just enough, although I could still suspect a hint of pu**y on her breath.

"I don't make it a practice of mine to f**k someone that works for me, but tonight's got me thinking that I need to make an exception," she said as the stroked me gently with one hand as the other hand ran down my bare chest.

That felt so bomb. I wasn't ready to shoot as eagerly as I had been, but with a few more strokes of something I could have. The look in her eyes was evil, yet I knew she was seriously contemplating taking this employer-employee relationship further.

"Then don't...," I replied. "As long as you get paid...I get paid...all that matters, right?"

There was that grin again.

"Oh...my baby boy..."

This b**ch and this "Baby Boy" stuff...where does she get off...

"In my world, I make the rules...if I wanted you to keep all the money you make, I will let you keep it. If I wanted you to stop working the club, then I will order you to stop working..."

Damn, I knew where this was going. This broad was going to try to strong arm me like she do those others. Since the initial awkward meeting when I first started, Colony and I never really had any problems like that. And if she still wanted her money rolling in, she was going to keep letting me do MY THING...and leave me the hell alone.

"Colony...thank you...for the birthday gift," I said. "And I'm sure you'll thank Tonia for me, too..."

That wasn't what she wanted to hear. The mention of Tonia seemed to irk her nerves. No telling what she was going to do once I left the room.

"I don't think you understand what I'm saying, Baby Boy...I'm not offering myself to you..."

She turned around and placed her ass on my torso. My d**k lay on her backside, warily attentive at the impending proposition.

"You are willingly going to give me what I want..."

I stood there still for a minute. That minute seemed like forever. Neither one of us moved, but if I didn't do anything soon, she might have lost her damn mind and started acting stupid. Tonia was still in the bathroom, but probably done washing up. Maybe she was just too scared to come out, fearing Colony's wrath. If somebody would've come knocking on the door, it would've been right on time.

She turned her head back to look at me. That stare again...

Did that mean "f**k or get f**ked up?"

I had no clue what my head wanted, but my body wanted to get off. Colony edged further up the bed, making some kind of noises, but I couldn't make out what she was doing. That was until something hit me...in the d**k...

"That's five thousand...nothing to me...and I don't need to be wined and dined...," she said bending over again, this time spreading her cheeks to give me a look at a better entry. "No conversation need, Baby Boy."

Big Things Cum in(side) Small Packages...Part Deaux

The lights had gone out, so I could see very little. I couldn't make out who our visitor was but it seemed as if Tonia may have.

"Tonia..."

"Mhmmm..." she replied. It was like the whisper in Tonia's ear by our visitor struck a cord. There was like a sigh of lust coming from the couple. With little time wasted, I could hear a suckling sound. I don't know if it was titties or lips or whatever, but the sh*t sounded great. I thought the moment might have been ruined, but I was kinda turned on by it. Temptation pulled at my brain, beckoning me to turn on the lights.

Even the small lamp didn't pull Tonia's attention away from the love her pu**y was receiving. She squirmed like a fish out of water while the onslaught on her clit ensued. Her gum drop nipples, again, stood tall as she caressed her breasts back and forth. She pinched her nipples with a sexual vigor that only intensified her moaning...

This went on for what seemed like minutes, watching her "tiny" frame writhe with ecstasy, her slim, dark lips pursing together as if she was trying to keep from yelling. The only thing that could stop Tonia from yelling was if everything suddenly...STOPPED...

The familiar stranger arose from beneath the petite legs of "my present" and smiled at me.

"I can eat this b**ch all nite...but this is your gift...Right?"

It wasn't that I was in disbelief that Tonia was truly turned on by what was going on. It was just the situation just seemed too random. Colony was truly setting this chick out for me...right now!!!

"Tonia," she whispered. "Have you been taking care of my baby boy like I asked?"

Tonia sat up, almost looking as if she was like a small kid in trouble, ready to run to the corner from a whipping. She didn't gesture anything to Colony. Colony only starred at her, not making any sudden moves. The sh*t looked like one of those predator/prey moments where the predator lay in wait to see what the prey was going to do before they strike.

"Tonia..."

Still no word...

"Baby boy...tell Mama C the truth.."

Why does this b**ch think she can use some of that mind control sh*t on me like she do them other lackeys that she control? Like does she think that works on me???

I sat there looking at her like she had gone crazy. Colony knew not to pull that mess on me. I never said anything to her about how she treated the others that worked for her, but that just wasn't my thing. Silence must not have been the response she wanted...

Damn, she looked good though. Colony had on this black lace bra and panties set, boy shorts...hell, if Tonia wanted to just leave I'd f**ck the hell out of Colony for my birthday. She went both ways. But with a chick like her, it was almost like you had to catch her on the days she wanted d*ck...

"Come here, Tiny..."

Hesitantly, Tonia walked back over to the bed. Colony reached out to her and snatched her arm, dragging her to the bed. Colony lustily touched her body, running her fingers up and down the creases of her frame. She kissed Tonia sweetly along the cusp of her breasts. Sh*t was kinda like some bi/lesbian make up sex.

"Baby boy...come here..."

I ignored her call, just wanting to watch. I mean, if neither one wanted to f**k me, the least I could do was watch.

Colony signaled for me to come over to the bed again, but this time she flipped Tonia onto her belly. Down her back went more kisses....Tonia relaxed like she was in the sweetest place on Earth.

I walked over, hoping to sneak a better view (as if Colony really cared). Man, it was sexy watching Colony kiss her "woman" like that, eat that pu**y...grabbing Tonia from behind, pulling her up as if she was going to take her from behind...

But I didn't see no strap on....

"Take him," Colony demanded.

Nothing happened.

A swift slap on the ass shifted a jolt of fear through Tonia's body...

"Take him..."

Still nothing...

When Colony grabbed Tonia by the thighs and pulled her near, I thought she was about to just start beating on the girl. Sh*t was getting scary. I mean, I wanted a little pu**y for my birthday, but not like this. This was too much...

Her cheeks spread apart by Colony's left hand, while fingers from her right attacked the sweet hole of her hostage. Tonia's eyes rolled in her head as I could see her juices drip on the sheets at the onslaught on her aggressor.

"Now," Colony demanded, just before she rolled underneath Tonia and began sucking on her clit from beneath.

The more Colony sucked, the better Tonia's mouth felt, even better than the first time. I could feel her quiver as she tried to keep her composure while giving me head.

Hard...yeah, hard as my d**k was...

(to be continued)

Big Things Cum in(side) Small Packages...Part 1

Dirty game we, I...dirty game life plays...

In this life I chose to lead, everything is ruled by power, sex, and money.

Politicians, businessmen (and women), entertainment types need our services. A little convo here, some drinks and drugs there, then...

BAM!!!

If it f**ks, sucks, and busts a nut, you better believe you're gonna have to pay for it.

And with a cold hearted b**ch like Colony Sparks pulling the strings from behind the scene, you better believe that the train is rollin' non-stop.

Why?

Because I don't think anybody is big enough to stand up to her. Then again, if they were bold enough to even look at her sideways, Big Hootie and Firk had the muscle to make anyone think otherwise.

Just imagine two big ass, offensive linemen in slim black suits and shiny black shoes...now, they blend in every now and then, mingling in with patrons at Colony's discretion but never to far to where if something pops off, they can't jump in and rip a little bit of skin of a n*gga's ass. They were just at her beck and call like that. She probably was tossing them a lil piece of pu**y on the side...maybe a quick smash from the back, an old-time blow job...coupled on top of a nice paycheck...SPRUNG

She treated her people like sh*t though...but we all made money.

Lots of money...and maybe that was just enough to sell our souls

Maybe that was enough to lose sense of right and wrong...good and evil....

Damn, if my grandmother could hear me know, she'd probably laugh because I sound like one of those sermons she used to preach in her shack of a church down in Mississippi...

Tonia was her name...non-profit organizations, specifically dealing with children, were her business

So you're thinking, WTF is some wholesome type chick who wants to help kids doing getting in bed with snake b**ch like Colony?

I thought the same thing when i first met her...

Small in stature but she had a commanding voice. Her looks almost teetered the line as being boyish but she almost seemed to have a soft side...

I'll spare you the burden of hearing how Colony set things up or how I met her at some party:

Tonia was a gift to me

It was my 28th birthday. Not that I figured it to be something special, milestone birthday; however, a n*gga was alive and breathing so that was always something to celebrate.

She lie there still, chocolate drop nipples standing on end...smooth, oak colored skin

I wasn't even drunk, but i knew I wanted to f**k the hell out of her. This wasn't for pay. This was my pleasure.

Slithering tongues passed between our airspace; although I had not intending on kissing her. Sometime, you just gotta find a way to get the party rolling.

She sucked me just as good as Dyci although I had a feeling that she wasn't big on giving head. I was used to animalistic type attention when getting my wood polished, so that was obviously my cue to get to something else.

There was a hint of sensuality in her, but the chemistry just seemed all wrong. Maybe I did need a drink, but when it came to sexin' these hoes, it really hit the ego when the vibe wasn't up to the standards in which I was used to.

The b**ch wasn't even paying me!!! She need to be a bit more appreciative to the birthday boy!!!

Her p***y squeaked as I drove straight in. Tight...so much to where she had to turn her head so I couldn't see her grimace. Pump after pump...the more I pumped, the worse the vibe became. Almost like she was doing it out of obligation...

I had humped her relentlessly, really just caring about getting off my nut since this tomboy wasn't really making it exciting for me...and yet, I had not noticed that someone had walked in behind me...

"Let me show you what my Tiny Tonia likes..."

(to be continued)