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...