"Braylon, this is my cousin, Janelle," said Lucy. "She just moved here from South Carolina."
Now I knew Lucy wasn't a slouch, but I be damned if Janelle wasn't one of the baddest bi**hes I had seen in quite some time. She was cold. Not that Beyonce' type, but the classic, 'round the way type. Even if it was dark, her make-up gave off just enough glow to where her full cheeks arched and slipped into one of those smiles you see in a toothpaste commercial.
Baby girl wasn't as thick as Lucy was, but she definitely had the swagger. Kinda reminded me of Pam Grier in "Foxy Brown." I'd say she was a 34-C...slim, Coke bottle shape...
Legs...My heavens, she had beautiful legs. Even in those jeans, I could read that she had a mean walk...and I bet the pu$$y game was mean. I mean, a young tender piece of @$$ looking this good, she had to be...
"How do you do, Miss Janelle?"
She slyly smiled back at me. Her eyelashes batted down over dark eyes. "I'm fine, thanks. How are you?"
Janelle's city-slicker drawl was very distinct. She prolly wasn't from one of those middle-of-nowhere type cities. Prolly Columbia or somewhere within the Metro.
I could sense she had some kinda confidence in her, but I guess one could've attributed her lack of words. I didn't know if Lucy had told her what sort of club this was, but if she stuck around me, she would find out.
Her pu$$y tasted warm in my mouth. Her delighted waters rolled sweetly across my tongue as her fingers ran over my evenly cut head. That sh*t was turning me on. The suction on her clit seemed to be taking effect on her as she wiggled in lust across the service bar. Her stout caramel legs trembled as I delved into her space, enjoying her sweet meat. A light sigh reverberated from her fingertips to my ears as she seemed to want to guide my head more into her and dig out all the country goodness. Louder she got as I gratefully peeled her flower, sending more waves to our connecting lips. And all the while, Lucy just stood there...and...
"Braylon, I need to see Colony. Do you know where she is?"
My senses snapped back from Janelle's wet heat and into the real world again. Even if it was in my mind, I was going to try to get her...TONITE.
"In her office...I think..."
Lucy could see my eyes were focused on Janelle, yet Janelle continued to play the innocent role. All these sexy people...packed in one club...in Midtown Atlanta....and she didn't know what type of party this was??? Bullsh*t."
"Ok, I'm going to go and speak with her. Some things have come up. It'll only take a minute. Jan, you mind?"
Janelle snapped her head around when she heard Lucy say she was going to leave for a second. Not that I was gonna rape the girl or nothing, but I guess this was still all new and I was a stranger.
"No...I mean, you have to..."
Action...
"I'll take care of her, Lucy. She's in good hands."
Lucy gave me a staunch look, yet I knew it was playful underneath. "I know you better not be using those good hands on my cousin, Mr. Davis."
"Scout's honor..."
I slipped my hand into Janelle's. Reprehension set in and she tensed up despite what I considered to be a warm invite.
"Yeah...I hear ya," said Lucy as she gave a nod to Janelle that was supposed to assure her that everything would be ok. "Jan, I'll be back in a few minutes."
It wasn't horror. It wasn't delight. It was something in between that I sensed inside her.
"Miss Janelle, you have my word. The perfect gentleman is what you have at your SERVICE..."
Maxwell's "Bad Habits" slipped over the sound system. Her grip loosen and allowed my fingers to slip further into her hand. She exhaled.
Ahhhh....
To Be Continued)
Monday, February 15, 2010
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Dentro de su lugar suave...The End (Carrie Daniels-Rodriguez)
For some reason, during sex, I seemed to always try and calculate my next move. Sure, shit would come natural...I mean, I was good at what I did--or at least well enough to get paid handsomely for it.
The wetter her pu$$y got, the more she moaned her Spanish phrases, the less I wanted to stroke her like a woman. Something cerebral about words and sounds had always been buried within me. It was this animalistic nature pulling at my mind to screw her like just another piece of pu$$y, like some rabid dog in heat.
One thing I had learned in this life: Women wanted to be loved and respected like a lady...but they often yearned to be fu**ed like whores.
Now it wasn't a control thing, nor was it all about my ego. I just found it to be a simple fact that these women who look to employ my services prefer the wine and dine for a while, but a slutty-type romp tends to release more of that supposed tension she has built up--or, at least, that is the lie she told.
The longer strokes began to get shorter as each thrusting pound sent waves against her caramel colored a$$. The ripple effect was like looking at rocks skip along clear water, her cheeks returning to their original spot as I ransacked her space.
"Ay...," she moaned.
Her flailing auburn hair splashed against my face as my beast tore down her pink walls. The gorilla press against her ample, bare box got louder and so did her moans. Having fu**ked Spanish chicks before, I could make out some things but I could've sworn the b**ch was speaking in tongues while I tore it up.
A spark tingled my loins with each crash against her a$$. I could feel her legs tremble beneath me. Not that she told me that she was coming, but could've sworn a gushing stream of pleasure push forth upon the latex sheath of the Magnum I had on.
Her head began to spin in somewhat of a circle. The hot spunk deep within me boiled and rushed towards the head as I was in serious "rape" mode. I grabbed a hand full of her hair and gentle placed the other hand underneath her neck. Sensual asphyxiation...basically, a light choke, to fake a sense of cutting off the air to enhance her sense of an orgasm. Hard for her to talk, I could still hear her utter something...
"Jódame...Jódame!!!"
"What???"
"Jódame...Jódame," she began to yell.
I couldn't take it anymore. A swift grip of the hips and the rage had become a reality. Three more lust filled thrusts against her backside released the bum rush of semen against the latex barrier. A jungle growl followed. She lay there on the bed...face down...her a$$ slight spread with a sliver of that pink showing. It still looked tight but the wear around the protruding lips let me know that a ni**@ had done a good job. The b**ch was still breathing at least.
I walked to the bathroom to clean up, only to look back at my handiwork. Carrie looked up at me with a sly smile across her lips. Daddy must've done a good job.
It was already 11 am and I literally fu**ed the day off already.
All I do know...is that my money better be on the nightstand when I get back.
The wetter her pu$$y got, the more she moaned her Spanish phrases, the less I wanted to stroke her like a woman. Something cerebral about words and sounds had always been buried within me. It was this animalistic nature pulling at my mind to screw her like just another piece of pu$$y, like some rabid dog in heat.
One thing I had learned in this life: Women wanted to be loved and respected like a lady...but they often yearned to be fu**ed like whores.
Now it wasn't a control thing, nor was it all about my ego. I just found it to be a simple fact that these women who look to employ my services prefer the wine and dine for a while, but a slutty-type romp tends to release more of that supposed tension she has built up--or, at least, that is the lie she told.
The longer strokes began to get shorter as each thrusting pound sent waves against her caramel colored a$$. The ripple effect was like looking at rocks skip along clear water, her cheeks returning to their original spot as I ransacked her space.
"Ay...," she moaned.
Her flailing auburn hair splashed against my face as my beast tore down her pink walls. The gorilla press against her ample, bare box got louder and so did her moans. Having fu**ked Spanish chicks before, I could make out some things but I could've sworn the b**ch was speaking in tongues while I tore it up.
A spark tingled my loins with each crash against her a$$. I could feel her legs tremble beneath me. Not that she told me that she was coming, but could've sworn a gushing stream of pleasure push forth upon the latex sheath of the Magnum I had on.
Her head began to spin in somewhat of a circle. The hot spunk deep within me boiled and rushed towards the head as I was in serious "rape" mode. I grabbed a hand full of her hair and gentle placed the other hand underneath her neck. Sensual asphyxiation...basically, a light choke, to fake a sense of cutting off the air to enhance her sense of an orgasm. Hard for her to talk, I could still hear her utter something...
"Jódame...Jódame!!!"
"What???"
"Jódame...Jódame," she began to yell.
I couldn't take it anymore. A swift grip of the hips and the rage had become a reality. Three more lust filled thrusts against her backside released the bum rush of semen against the latex barrier. A jungle growl followed. She lay there on the bed...face down...her a$$ slight spread with a sliver of that pink showing. It still looked tight but the wear around the protruding lips let me know that a ni**@ had done a good job. The b**ch was still breathing at least.
I walked to the bathroom to clean up, only to look back at my handiwork. Carrie looked up at me with a sly smile across her lips. Daddy must've done a good job.
It was already 11 am and I literally fu**ed the day off already.
All I do know...is that my money better be on the nightstand when I get back.
Friday, February 12, 2010
Dentro de su lugar suave...Part Dos (Carrie Daniels-Rodriguez)
As each inch slid inside of her nest, her muscles retracted around the width of my shaft and snapped back like a Venus flytrap. It was almost as if we never fu**ed at all. Like her sh*t seemed to just snap back into place. I loved pu$$y like that.
You know when you slide off in some pu$$y that you just hit a few hours before? Almost like it loses its zeal, its snap. New pu$$y to me was like buying a new car. You savor that sh*t...
Her inside parts dripped with a slow, honey-like fervor, each stroke pulling at her lips.
But going back to the earlier though:
I had already made love to the pu$$y earlier the night before. What was the point of making all that nice sh*t when the bi**h wasn't gonna pay no more. Well...technically, she wasn't gonna pay because I just wanted another stab at it for the sake of argument. I had the right to decide that. The way I saw it was if I fu**ed her good the first time, make her cum like she hasn't in a while, I can f**k on my own accord with or without her permission.
I wanted to keep up a steady pace, a nice rhythm to where she can get her fix and I could just do my thing.
Last night, I had the sh*t set up perfect though. My sole purpose was to treat her like the woman she wanted to be treated like. I could tell in a conversation with her how she was teetering on the edge of being the passive-aggressive type. You know...the one who likes the control but simply prefers a man to just take the lead and f**k her like a real soldier would.
The friction between us sent a warm rage into my loins. I wasn't ready to cum yet, but I really didn't want to slow wind it like I did last night.
Her face squirmed as it should have, so I thought I would switch the game up on her. My slow, rhythmic groove would consistently be interrupted by a very strong, lusty thrust against her pelvis. With each bang, she would cringe in delight uttering something I couldn't quite make out. Whatever it was, the young cunt was turning me on.
(To Be Continued)
You know when you slide off in some pu$$y that you just hit a few hours before? Almost like it loses its zeal, its snap. New pu$$y to me was like buying a new car. You savor that sh*t...
Her inside parts dripped with a slow, honey-like fervor, each stroke pulling at her lips.
But going back to the earlier though:
I had already made love to the pu$$y earlier the night before. What was the point of making all that nice sh*t when the bi**h wasn't gonna pay no more. Well...technically, she wasn't gonna pay because I just wanted another stab at it for the sake of argument. I had the right to decide that. The way I saw it was if I fu**ed her good the first time, make her cum like she hasn't in a while, I can f**k on my own accord with or without her permission.
I wanted to keep up a steady pace, a nice rhythm to where she can get her fix and I could just do my thing.
Last night, I had the sh*t set up perfect though. My sole purpose was to treat her like the woman she wanted to be treated like. I could tell in a conversation with her how she was teetering on the edge of being the passive-aggressive type. You know...the one who likes the control but simply prefers a man to just take the lead and f**k her like a real soldier would.
The friction between us sent a warm rage into my loins. I wasn't ready to cum yet, but I really didn't want to slow wind it like I did last night.
Her face squirmed as it should have, so I thought I would switch the game up on her. My slow, rhythmic groove would consistently be interrupted by a very strong, lusty thrust against her pelvis. With each bang, she would cringe in delight uttering something I couldn't quite make out. Whatever it was, the young cunt was turning me on.
(To Be Continued)
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Un Rápido Molesta (Carrie Daniels-Rdoriguez)
Slender...that's what I would use to describe her. But not that small, skinny, model type. She had the proportions just right for her size. I'd say 5'6....120...flat stomach, slim waist and dynamite legs that held up her tight, stout ass.
She told me last nite that she was mixed. Black...some Dominican...No wonder her skin shone like she had be covered in the best finish. The chick was made as if she was to be bronzed and then devoured.
Short phrases she blurted when the suckle against her nipples would make her feel good.
"Ay, Papi...Hágame me siento bien"
Her lust grew inside my mouth as her body heat grew from my fingers parading up her legs. The pu$$y ran over with excitement as the opening of her lips was moist with pleasure and wanting. The first two fingers slowly pulled the outer lips back as her pink flesh seemed to greet us with little abandon.
I remember having so much fun with this pu$$y last nite. I wined her, attended to her wishes and fantasies...then I tapped that ass like a pimp was supposed to.
See the thing about it is that the "marks" think they are so hip to the game. When they make the agreement, they figure they are going to get exactly what they paid for. You know: Dinner, dancing, a good f**k, and call it a nite.
You know how I've been able to keep my sh*t wrapped so tight all this time???
Because I did more than what she expected or liked. I smashed her walls to the outer limits. I tuned my di*k to her mind and stroked it just as I had stroked her. It was all about the stroke.
She was just as inviting as she had been the night before. The head squeezed into her awaiting space as the girth of my rod stretched her with ecstasy. A sweet moan to brace for the ensuing onslaught, she kept her eyes closed until I reached the end and then she looked at me...and smiled:
"Usted es tan malo..."
"Si'...," I replied.
(To Be Continued)
She told me last nite that she was mixed. Black...some Dominican...No wonder her skin shone like she had be covered in the best finish. The chick was made as if she was to be bronzed and then devoured.
Short phrases she blurted when the suckle against her nipples would make her feel good.
"Ay, Papi...Hágame me siento bien"
Her lust grew inside my mouth as her body heat grew from my fingers parading up her legs. The pu$$y ran over with excitement as the opening of her lips was moist with pleasure and wanting. The first two fingers slowly pulled the outer lips back as her pink flesh seemed to greet us with little abandon.
I remember having so much fun with this pu$$y last nite. I wined her, attended to her wishes and fantasies...then I tapped that ass like a pimp was supposed to.
See the thing about it is that the "marks" think they are so hip to the game. When they make the agreement, they figure they are going to get exactly what they paid for. You know: Dinner, dancing, a good f**k, and call it a nite.
You know how I've been able to keep my sh*t wrapped so tight all this time???
Because I did more than what she expected or liked. I smashed her walls to the outer limits. I tuned my di*k to her mind and stroked it just as I had stroked her. It was all about the stroke.
She was just as inviting as she had been the night before. The head squeezed into her awaiting space as the girth of my rod stretched her with ecstasy. A sweet moan to brace for the ensuing onslaught, she kept her eyes closed until I reached the end and then she looked at me...and smiled:
"Usted es tan malo..."
"Si'...," I replied.
(To Be Continued)
Dentro de su lugar suave...Part Uno (Carrie Daniels-Rodriguez)
You don't even wanna know where I've been the past month. All you need to know is that I am alive and well. Because that kinda story...Damn...Gotta move along.
She'd never tell it. But I bet the b**ch was feeling like Lady Gaga...talking about how she wanted my love...
Well, trust me. The sh*t ain't free.
I had run into Carrie before. I just couldn't put my finger on it. The Twelve in Atlantic Station, maybe? Twist? Duggans???
Maybe my brain was going bad. Or maybe it was those black, liquid leggings that she had on as she stalked around the club some hours before. I normally didn't make it a habit of staying with a "mark," but she was the first piece of young pu$$y that Colony had set me up with since I got back in town...so...you know...
F**k it...Yes, I laid up with her. Damn...
You don't know what that s**t was like. Being ducked off like some kinda fugitive. Hiding out from place to place like some scared ass kid running away from home. Colony had me all over the middle of nowhere, peeking around corners and looking out for anyone suspicious who might have been looking for me.
See, here I go...telling you sh*t you don't need to know. Hell, I prolly shouldn't even be writing this down. Maybe it was the lure of the story. The danger. The intrigue. The money...
I will say this though, when you f**king with Colony, you better tighten that sh*t up. She doesn't play about her money....especially if you were messing with her golden goose--ME.
Carrie slinked back into the bed besides me. She had on these low-key specs, kinda like Mrs. Manning, my 10th grade business ed teacher had. Actually, Carrie was a teacher. Taught some language class to some Hispanic students...Korean...f**k, somebody's students. All I know is that when I slipped my hands around her little succulent C cups, sucking her mocha brown nipples like a hungry young lion cub, she moaned out some of the sexiest Spanish sh*t I had ever heard.
The b**ch could've been saying "Ni##@ I hate you;" but looking up at her slender face writhing in delight, her lusty pink lips pressed together...her squirming said "More...please..."
Her roaming hands slipped between my legs...jackpot!!!
A sudden sigh left her mouth. She wouldn't even have to pay this time. She knew what she was gonna get...where she wanted me...
Dentro de su lugar suave...
(To Be Continued)
She'd never tell it. But I bet the b**ch was feeling like Lady Gaga...talking about how she wanted my love...
Well, trust me. The sh*t ain't free.
I had run into Carrie before. I just couldn't put my finger on it. The Twelve in Atlantic Station, maybe? Twist? Duggans???
Maybe my brain was going bad. Or maybe it was those black, liquid leggings that she had on as she stalked around the club some hours before. I normally didn't make it a habit of staying with a "mark," but she was the first piece of young pu$$y that Colony had set me up with since I got back in town...so...you know...
F**k it...Yes, I laid up with her. Damn...
You don't know what that s**t was like. Being ducked off like some kinda fugitive. Hiding out from place to place like some scared ass kid running away from home. Colony had me all over the middle of nowhere, peeking around corners and looking out for anyone suspicious who might have been looking for me.
See, here I go...telling you sh*t you don't need to know. Hell, I prolly shouldn't even be writing this down. Maybe it was the lure of the story. The danger. The intrigue. The money...
I will say this though, when you f**king with Colony, you better tighten that sh*t up. She doesn't play about her money....especially if you were messing with her golden goose--ME.
Carrie slinked back into the bed besides me. She had on these low-key specs, kinda like Mrs. Manning, my 10th grade business ed teacher had. Actually, Carrie was a teacher. Taught some language class to some Hispanic students...Korean...f**k, somebody's students. All I know is that when I slipped my hands around her little succulent C cups, sucking her mocha brown nipples like a hungry young lion cub, she moaned out some of the sexiest Spanish sh*t I had ever heard.
The b**ch could've been saying "Ni##@ I hate you;" but looking up at her slender face writhing in delight, her lusty pink lips pressed together...her squirming said "More...please..."
Her roaming hands slipped between my legs...jackpot!!!
A sudden sigh left her mouth. She wouldn't even have to pay this time. She knew what she was gonna get...where she wanted me...
Dentro de su lugar suave...
(To Be Continued)
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Sex Therapy...Part 3, Open Wide (Adrian)
The deeper she looked into my eyes, the tighter her grip on my rod became. The blood in my system rushed to my shaft as the took her free hand and ran it down my sides and along my ass. An exhale followed a slow, long stroke of my manhood. She was pleased.
"Now, doctor, since you are so used to asking others questions, how about I ask a few of my own?"
A dear-in-headlights look must have been her way or saying that I was messing up her flow. But it was all a plan. Somehow, even my regulars still can't tell that when you f**k with Braylon Davis, there is always a plan...and I am always in control.
"I'd rather not be questioned," she replied. "I'd rather just have you."
Lusty trick...You'll have what I want you to have. And you will enjoy what I give you...
She grabbed me tighter, looking to invoke some type of control, yet with another flick of the tongue, her mind fell back into my trance. Her eyes rolled as we were now pressed upon the other and she began to kiss my chest.
Roaming finger dipped below the hem of her blouse to tug at the button holding her black skirt in black. Not that I cared much for bikini briefs, but she looked damn good enough in them. From what I was told, it was a comfort thing.
I cupped her sweet, firm ass with two hands. Not once had she tensed up, trying to stare me down again so to not lose control. Little did she even care to evaluate that I had already won the battle, and I was seeking to win the war of the flesh.
"Braylon," she stopped me in mid exploration. "I'm not some type of whore like the ones you met in the club. I have my own mind; and although what you do I find somewhat horrendously fascinating, you're not going to fu*k me like some whore that pays you because she's looking for the attention."
Smart girl...but not smart enough...
With a swift whip of the hands, I grabbed Adrian by the arms and stuck my writhing tongue down her throat. See, what the chicks with money fail to realize is that regardless of how independent you may want to be or are, your pu**y is a tool. The problem is if the ni**a wanting to use your tool is bold enough to take it...strong enough to control it...raw enough to master it to do his bidding. Any clownd*ck could fu*k and bust a nut, but if I didn't give this bi**h a good showing, the real problem she had would be worse than what it already was before I propositioned her.
"Now what you are going to do, Dr. Praylo," I said loosening my grip on her arms before hoisting her up to straddle my waist, "is whatever I want."
"See where you have me first fu*ked up at is that you think I'm going to make you pay for this d*ck. Wrong. You got money already and probably lots of it. So if I wanted your money, I could've fu*ked you like the whore you often want to be, knocked your ass out, and robbed you."
I had her attention now. Dropping her on the couch, I stood over her. My penis sat up at attention, strong enough to plow through a wall...preferably hers.
"Secondly, you're a freak. You have your degrees and your commendations and such. But you didn't study sex and theories about it for years just so you could tell people what's wrong with them."
I was hitting the nail on the head. With each spewing truth, her fire burned. I had now lay between her legs, basically stealing her essence. The noises her pu**y made were faint like that of a dog whistle: Only I could hear them.
Easily her panties came off as I broke down her psyche. She wasn't in tears like some of the sensitive hoes I had encountered, but she was concerned yet excited that someone could figure her out. She was probably tired of me talking and waiting on me to either feast on her steamy, hairless lust cave...or at least finish undressing her.
The waterfalls of her body splashed around as a finger probed her womanly channels. It was still daytime and much light to be had on the fourth floor office so I couldn't help but notice the odd, yet seemingly enticing mole that lie on her bubble gum-pink clit.
Mmmmmm...mmmmm...good.
"Now, doctor, since you are so used to asking others questions, how about I ask a few of my own?"
A dear-in-headlights look must have been her way or saying that I was messing up her flow. But it was all a plan. Somehow, even my regulars still can't tell that when you f**k with Braylon Davis, there is always a plan...and I am always in control.
"I'd rather not be questioned," she replied. "I'd rather just have you."
Lusty trick...You'll have what I want you to have. And you will enjoy what I give you...
She grabbed me tighter, looking to invoke some type of control, yet with another flick of the tongue, her mind fell back into my trance. Her eyes rolled as we were now pressed upon the other and she began to kiss my chest.
Roaming finger dipped below the hem of her blouse to tug at the button holding her black skirt in black. Not that I cared much for bikini briefs, but she looked damn good enough in them. From what I was told, it was a comfort thing.
I cupped her sweet, firm ass with two hands. Not once had she tensed up, trying to stare me down again so to not lose control. Little did she even care to evaluate that I had already won the battle, and I was seeking to win the war of the flesh.
"Braylon," she stopped me in mid exploration. "I'm not some type of whore like the ones you met in the club. I have my own mind; and although what you do I find somewhat horrendously fascinating, you're not going to fu*k me like some whore that pays you because she's looking for the attention."
Smart girl...but not smart enough...
With a swift whip of the hands, I grabbed Adrian by the arms and stuck my writhing tongue down her throat. See, what the chicks with money fail to realize is that regardless of how independent you may want to be or are, your pu**y is a tool. The problem is if the ni**a wanting to use your tool is bold enough to take it...strong enough to control it...raw enough to master it to do his bidding. Any clownd*ck could fu*k and bust a nut, but if I didn't give this bi**h a good showing, the real problem she had would be worse than what it already was before I propositioned her.
"Now what you are going to do, Dr. Praylo," I said loosening my grip on her arms before hoisting her up to straddle my waist, "is whatever I want."
"See where you have me first fu*ked up at is that you think I'm going to make you pay for this d*ck. Wrong. You got money already and probably lots of it. So if I wanted your money, I could've fu*ked you like the whore you often want to be, knocked your ass out, and robbed you."
I had her attention now. Dropping her on the couch, I stood over her. My penis sat up at attention, strong enough to plow through a wall...preferably hers.
"Secondly, you're a freak. You have your degrees and your commendations and such. But you didn't study sex and theories about it for years just so you could tell people what's wrong with them."
I was hitting the nail on the head. With each spewing truth, her fire burned. I had now lay between her legs, basically stealing her essence. The noises her pu**y made were faint like that of a dog whistle: Only I could hear them.
Easily her panties came off as I broke down her psyche. She wasn't in tears like some of the sensitive hoes I had encountered, but she was concerned yet excited that someone could figure her out. She was probably tired of me talking and waiting on me to either feast on her steamy, hairless lust cave...or at least finish undressing her.
The waterfalls of her body splashed around as a finger probed her womanly channels. It was still daytime and much light to be had on the fourth floor office so I couldn't help but notice the odd, yet seemingly enticing mole that lie on her bubble gum-pink clit.
Mmmmmm...mmmmm...good.
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Sex Therapy...Part 2 Continued (Adrian)
Adrian's eyes grew wide as she wasn't sure to stay in the office or wait outside for the guards.
"You can't expect me to believe that you've never seen a man naked in your office before...For heaven's sake, you're a sex therapist."
Ashamed I was not to be in her presence, stark naked with only a smile to greet the good doctor Praylo upon her return.
"I have," she replied. "I'm just not sure why you are."
Who the f**k does this chick take me for???
"Well, Adrian, you have a problem..."
Another frown. I must've insulted her.
"Excuse me??? A problem with what???"
Second mistake: Facial expressions tell more than what most folks want others to know. If you can read someone's face, you can basically diagnose the real issue.
"You have a problem," I replied. "The way I see it, you help people who want to work on their sex lives...people who either want to try to find ways to have better sex or ways to curb their urges to have more sex when it becomes a problem that effects their progress in becoming functioning members of society, right?"
She tried hard not to stare. She was probably taught by a man, maybe a father or an older brother, a teacher even, to always look a person in their eyes. That she shouldn't stare no matter what. That staring was a sign of disrespect. Yet, I could feel her stalking ever inch of my body in her mind.
Yes, b***ch, I came to your office strictly for the purposes to sex you. These abs aren't going anywhere. And the d**k is no imitation. I was built to please pu**y. Look all you want because you're either going to thank me or hate me later.
A buzz came from the phone's intercom system. "Dr. Praylo..."
That must've been the cue that the guards had arrived. Time was ticking as if she could get to the door...
"Just a second, Paula."
Adrian moved closer. Watching her approach, I instantly flashed back to the club when I approached her at the bar. She was upfront about the basis of her intentions of being in a place like that, knowing that sex was more of a leisure activity that could be bought for the right price. She said she wanted to use her experience for a book that she was writing. As cool as she tried to play off my offer to be apart of her research, it was no coincidence that she had left her card at the bar for me once I had left to tend to some business that Colony had summoned me for.
"So, Mr. Davis, you seem to have me all figured out."
F**kin' right. There was that aggression I was looking for. Chicks like her, who want to be the best at their profession, always tend to have issues with control. And when a man who is of equal mind capacity calls their bluff, the more a certain pseudo-male bravado comes out...just to see if the person doing the calling out is capable of making good on his threats/bets.
Not yet fully aroused, but very much excited, I pressed closer to Adrian. Her sweet breath floated near my nose as she looked up and positioned herself to have direct access to my lips...
"Dr. Praylo," Paula interrupted again. "You have a package at the desk."
She didn't have no damn package at the desk. The old woman was just trying to get her out to take care of this issue with the guards. Can't get mad though. She was just doing her job.
"Paula, please sign for it for me. I'll get it in a second. Disregard what I said earlier."
Ever seen one of those cartoons where the snake is trying to hypnotize it's prey and their eyes start to swirl? I could feel her heart beat. I could hear her pu**y get wet just by listening to her breathe. Now that was some pimp sh*t...
"So doctor, while you're diagnosing all these addicts and self-deprived lust buckets, who diagnoses you???"
She leaned up to kiss me. I never gave her my rules on kissing, so she should have gotten a pass, right? F**k no...
"What do you mean," she said. "I don't need anyone to diagnose me..."
How's about I try this again. Seductively, I traced her lips in a teasing manner. Her anticipation for me to fully engage her gave her some indication that I was going to dive into her opening lips and take her.
Wrong again...
"Adrian, I think you should be a patient...that you should see someone to help you..."
She liked my game. Her petite hands loomed near the shaft of my rod, not yet grabbing me but anticipating that she would be able to grab and take it at a moment's notice. She needed that sense of some type of control as the more I probed her mind for answers, the more anxious she got.
"And I take it that you would be the one to diagnose me, Mr. Davis..."
If she didn't know by now what a sly smile and a hard di*k meant, she must really have been hurting for a squirt.
Easily, her hands slipped over my hardness. Her soft skin brushed against the tight skin of my shaft, caressing the beast I was set to unleash on her.
"Yes ma'am," I replied before teasing her lips again only to gently bite her soft bottom lip. "But no more, Mr. Davis..."
Just call me B.A.D.
(To be continued)
"You can't expect me to believe that you've never seen a man naked in your office before...For heaven's sake, you're a sex therapist."
Ashamed I was not to be in her presence, stark naked with only a smile to greet the good doctor Praylo upon her return.
"I have," she replied. "I'm just not sure why you are."
Who the f**k does this chick take me for???
"Well, Adrian, you have a problem..."
Another frown. I must've insulted her.
"Excuse me??? A problem with what???"
Second mistake: Facial expressions tell more than what most folks want others to know. If you can read someone's face, you can basically diagnose the real issue.
"You have a problem," I replied. "The way I see it, you help people who want to work on their sex lives...people who either want to try to find ways to have better sex or ways to curb their urges to have more sex when it becomes a problem that effects their progress in becoming functioning members of society, right?"
She tried hard not to stare. She was probably taught by a man, maybe a father or an older brother, a teacher even, to always look a person in their eyes. That she shouldn't stare no matter what. That staring was a sign of disrespect. Yet, I could feel her stalking ever inch of my body in her mind.
Yes, b***ch, I came to your office strictly for the purposes to sex you. These abs aren't going anywhere. And the d**k is no imitation. I was built to please pu**y. Look all you want because you're either going to thank me or hate me later.
A buzz came from the phone's intercom system. "Dr. Praylo..."
That must've been the cue that the guards had arrived. Time was ticking as if she could get to the door...
"Just a second, Paula."
Adrian moved closer. Watching her approach, I instantly flashed back to the club when I approached her at the bar. She was upfront about the basis of her intentions of being in a place like that, knowing that sex was more of a leisure activity that could be bought for the right price. She said she wanted to use her experience for a book that she was writing. As cool as she tried to play off my offer to be apart of her research, it was no coincidence that she had left her card at the bar for me once I had left to tend to some business that Colony had summoned me for.
"So, Mr. Davis, you seem to have me all figured out."
F**kin' right. There was that aggression I was looking for. Chicks like her, who want to be the best at their profession, always tend to have issues with control. And when a man who is of equal mind capacity calls their bluff, the more a certain pseudo-male bravado comes out...just to see if the person doing the calling out is capable of making good on his threats/bets.
Not yet fully aroused, but very much excited, I pressed closer to Adrian. Her sweet breath floated near my nose as she looked up and positioned herself to have direct access to my lips...
"Dr. Praylo," Paula interrupted again. "You have a package at the desk."
She didn't have no damn package at the desk. The old woman was just trying to get her out to take care of this issue with the guards. Can't get mad though. She was just doing her job.
"Paula, please sign for it for me. I'll get it in a second. Disregard what I said earlier."
Ever seen one of those cartoons where the snake is trying to hypnotize it's prey and their eyes start to swirl? I could feel her heart beat. I could hear her pu**y get wet just by listening to her breathe. Now that was some pimp sh*t...
"So doctor, while you're diagnosing all these addicts and self-deprived lust buckets, who diagnoses you???"
She leaned up to kiss me. I never gave her my rules on kissing, so she should have gotten a pass, right? F**k no...
"What do you mean," she said. "I don't need anyone to diagnose me..."
How's about I try this again. Seductively, I traced her lips in a teasing manner. Her anticipation for me to fully engage her gave her some indication that I was going to dive into her opening lips and take her.
Wrong again...
"Adrian, I think you should be a patient...that you should see someone to help you..."
She liked my game. Her petite hands loomed near the shaft of my rod, not yet grabbing me but anticipating that she would be able to grab and take it at a moment's notice. She needed that sense of some type of control as the more I probed her mind for answers, the more anxious she got.
"And I take it that you would be the one to diagnose me, Mr. Davis..."
If she didn't know by now what a sly smile and a hard di*k meant, she must really have been hurting for a squirt.
Easily, her hands slipped over my hardness. Her soft skin brushed against the tight skin of my shaft, caressing the beast I was set to unleash on her.
"Yes ma'am," I replied before teasing her lips again only to gently bite her soft bottom lip. "But no more, Mr. Davis..."
Just call me B.A.D.
(To be continued)
Sex Therapy...Part 1 (Adrian)
The middle aged white woman sitting at the desk looked me up and down before attempting to even ask what I was doing in the office. Part of me wanted to check her and tell her something very ugly; but then again, no telling what type of people she encountered on a daily basis, so I figured it was just force of habit.
"I'm here to see Dr. Praylo. She should be expecting me."
As the woman fumbled around her desk to find the appointment book and inform the good doctor that I was here to see her, I quickly studied her mannerisms...the things around her...things that would likely attempt to lighten her mood.
PAULA ERNST
45..maybe 50. Ring in the middle finger so she was married. The wrinkles on her face meant only that she may just be one of those badly aging white people, she smokes, or stress from family life.
"And you name is what again, sir," Paula rechecked.
"Davis...Braylon Davis."
A slip of her face might have been a concern as the doctor's reaction may have tipped her off that I had come in without an appointment.
"She'll be right with you."
Sweetly, I winked at Paula. "Thank you, ma'am."
I hadn't even sit down yet to wait when she peeked her head out the door to see me.
The look of shock on her face was subtle enough as to not alarm Paula that I was unannounced, nor was I hear to really have an appointment with the doctor...at least the kind she normally conducted.
"Mr. Davis..."
From what I could remember at the club, she had calming, dark brown eyes, but the closer I got to her, I got the sense of one of those "what the hell are you doing here" moments.
"Good afternoon, Doctor," I said as she closed the door behind us.
Now the real stuff...
"Um...Braylon, Mr. Davis, or whatever your name is..." she said. "I'm not sure how you found me, but I'm not sure how appropriate this is with you coming by my place of business and interrupting. "
I was barging in. And I truthfully knew exactly what I was doing when I walked in the door of her practice and told the receptionist to call her and announce that I was here. Now I understood her concern, but I was here on a pleasure call. Might take a second since she's one of those intellectuals and she'd probably be trying to dissect me in her head as we spoke, but little did she know.
"First off, Adrian..."
She must have not liked to be referred to by her first name when supposedly on business. Maybe she didn't notice the slight frown when I called her first name, but I was well aware of it.
First mistake...a complex that is ushered in by a fear of not having enough authority in her role as a professional.
"Dr. Praylo, it is..." she replied.
"Yes, ma'am..."
For a few minutes I engaged her about her work, slyly playing off the fact that she really didn't want me to be in her office or that she may have just been uncomfortable at the fact that I may have been assessing her as well.
It was more so small talk. About her life...her practice...her book she mentioned to me a few nights before at the club. It must've been aggravating as she gave some pretty short answers. Maybe the reason she came to the club was to experience the culture, the "life" I live. The sins that get me paid...
"Mr. Davis, I'm sorry could you excuse me for a second?"
"Sure."
Her leaving was just my cue. If I guessed right, she was probably going to tell her receptionist to get the building's security to come and escort me out. Yet, and again, if I guessed right...and my plan works...Adrian A. Praylo would be most compelled to take me on as a patient.
"I'm here to see Dr. Praylo. She should be expecting me."
As the woman fumbled around her desk to find the appointment book and inform the good doctor that I was here to see her, I quickly studied her mannerisms...the things around her...things that would likely attempt to lighten her mood.
PAULA ERNST
45..maybe 50. Ring in the middle finger so she was married. The wrinkles on her face meant only that she may just be one of those badly aging white people, she smokes, or stress from family life.
"And you name is what again, sir," Paula rechecked.
"Davis...Braylon Davis."
A slip of her face might have been a concern as the doctor's reaction may have tipped her off that I had come in without an appointment.
"She'll be right with you."
Sweetly, I winked at Paula. "Thank you, ma'am."
I hadn't even sit down yet to wait when she peeked her head out the door to see me.
The look of shock on her face was subtle enough as to not alarm Paula that I was unannounced, nor was I hear to really have an appointment with the doctor...at least the kind she normally conducted.
"Mr. Davis..."
From what I could remember at the club, she had calming, dark brown eyes, but the closer I got to her, I got the sense of one of those "what the hell are you doing here" moments.
"Good afternoon, Doctor," I said as she closed the door behind us.
Now the real stuff...
"Um...Braylon, Mr. Davis, or whatever your name is..." she said. "I'm not sure how you found me, but I'm not sure how appropriate this is with you coming by my place of business and interrupting. "
I was barging in. And I truthfully knew exactly what I was doing when I walked in the door of her practice and told the receptionist to call her and announce that I was here. Now I understood her concern, but I was here on a pleasure call. Might take a second since she's one of those intellectuals and she'd probably be trying to dissect me in her head as we spoke, but little did she know.
"First off, Adrian..."
She must have not liked to be referred to by her first name when supposedly on business. Maybe she didn't notice the slight frown when I called her first name, but I was well aware of it.
First mistake...a complex that is ushered in by a fear of not having enough authority in her role as a professional.
"Dr. Praylo, it is..." she replied.
"Yes, ma'am..."
For a few minutes I engaged her about her work, slyly playing off the fact that she really didn't want me to be in her office or that she may have just been uncomfortable at the fact that I may have been assessing her as well.
It was more so small talk. About her life...her practice...her book she mentioned to me a few nights before at the club. It must've been aggravating as she gave some pretty short answers. Maybe the reason she came to the club was to experience the culture, the "life" I live. The sins that get me paid...
"Mr. Davis, I'm sorry could you excuse me for a second?"
"Sure."
Her leaving was just my cue. If I guessed right, she was probably going to tell her receptionist to get the building's security to come and escort me out. Yet, and again, if I guessed right...and my plan works...Adrian A. Praylo would be most compelled to take me on as a patient.
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
The Pleasure Principles Rule #1: Conversation
Any man can pull out his d**k and stick it in a woman. Hell, my 13 year old cousin, Chris, can do that. You wanna be a major player in the "skins" game (and I ain't talking about golf), you got to bring more to the table than what you got in your pants. Say the average man can really hold himself maybe 30 or 40 minutes, right? Cool. But in my experience with women, and the business of profiting off their pleasure, you f**k a lady that long. You stiff a bi**h or a ho with a hard batch of d**k, 10-15 minutes tops, and you send her on her merry way. That's just the way of the world.
Yet, where does the money come into play?
Hold on, my friend...I will get there.
Haste will obviously be your biggest problem.
When you f**king with a LADY, especially one in a metropolitan city like Atlanta, you have to realize that d**k comes a dime a dozen. She can toss a quarter in the street and hit a ni**a that wants to f**k within the first 5 minutes (if that long). He could be a pizza delivery guy...a dope boy...a CEO of a Fortune 500 company...or another bum ass ni**a.
You...you're just ordinary. A 9-5 job...a $25,000 car...barely enough $$$ to get into a decent club, let alone VIP.
And yet, how does she choose?
Conversation.
It's what separates all men. The type of women I serve as clients to my business automatically know they can use their money, power, and pu**y to get anything they want. They stalk the grounds like a confident man does when he enters a boardroom knowing he is about to seal a big deal. They laugh at meager attempts to buy their affection or time by offering to buy rounds of drinks for her and her girls. And when they go home to their empty condo or to their limp-natured husbands, the one thing they forgot to ask was:
How was your day?
The power of engaging a woman in a decent conversation is almost like a lost art; however, when you are able to hold your own on topics ranging from politics to religion to sports to the Wall Street Journal, a woman will gladly pay for that. She is intrigued by a man that does more than peer into her blouse to get a peek at her breasts even though they are clearly showing. She checks your intentions before you even walk over to her, yet mix a tantalizing convo with a bit of charm, and the fire is already lit within her inner walls.
She rides your d**k like there is no tomorrow. She sucks, f**ks, and bucks you like she hasn't had a man in years.
It's not that she can't have it. It's not that she can't get it. It's about a man who is pleasing to the mind. Not that physical aesthetics aren't just as pleasing, but with d**k being so easily available, being able to ease her mind with meaningful banter rather than barbaric advances of lust is worth it's weight in gold.
And I do mean GOLD....
Ask about me.
B.A.D.
Yet, where does the money come into play?
Hold on, my friend...I will get there.
Haste will obviously be your biggest problem.
When you f**king with a LADY, especially one in a metropolitan city like Atlanta, you have to realize that d**k comes a dime a dozen. She can toss a quarter in the street and hit a ni**a that wants to f**k within the first 5 minutes (if that long). He could be a pizza delivery guy...a dope boy...a CEO of a Fortune 500 company...or another bum ass ni**a.
You...you're just ordinary. A 9-5 job...a $25,000 car...barely enough $$$ to get into a decent club, let alone VIP.
And yet, how does she choose?
Conversation.
It's what separates all men. The type of women I serve as clients to my business automatically know they can use their money, power, and pu**y to get anything they want. They stalk the grounds like a confident man does when he enters a boardroom knowing he is about to seal a big deal. They laugh at meager attempts to buy their affection or time by offering to buy rounds of drinks for her and her girls. And when they go home to their empty condo or to their limp-natured husbands, the one thing they forgot to ask was:
How was your day?
The power of engaging a woman in a decent conversation is almost like a lost art; however, when you are able to hold your own on topics ranging from politics to religion to sports to the Wall Street Journal, a woman will gladly pay for that. She is intrigued by a man that does more than peer into her blouse to get a peek at her breasts even though they are clearly showing. She checks your intentions before you even walk over to her, yet mix a tantalizing convo with a bit of charm, and the fire is already lit within her inner walls.
She rides your d**k like there is no tomorrow. She sucks, f**ks, and bucks you like she hasn't had a man in years.
It's not that she can't have it. It's not that she can't get it. It's about a man who is pleasing to the mind. Not that physical aesthetics aren't just as pleasing, but with d**k being so easily available, being able to ease her mind with meaningful banter rather than barbaric advances of lust is worth it's weight in gold.
And I do mean GOLD....
Ask about me.
B.A.D.
Monday, October 26, 2009
Rolling Like a Big Dog: Pays to Be Me...
Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as her flowing mane bounced around at each buck against her waist Thunderous beatings against her backside echoed the living room. Dyci bucked like an animal trashing around in a cage that didn't want to be in. It was like the more I pounded her, the more punishment she wanted to receive. It wasn't as if I didn't normally f**k her for the top dollar piece of ass that she was, but when she was "rolling" on the "E," Colony's baby girl and number one money trap was a beast on that D.
I had popped a few pills when I was in college. Hell, even now, I tossed a few back in recent years, but it wasn't something that I just had a regular habit to get on it. This bi**h that met in college...one of those black girls who grew up with a bunch of white people, doing white people sh*t like dating redneck white boys with mud tires on their pickups or play club soccer in high school. But she was a young, freak b**ch and she liked to bang, especially when she was on "E," so why not try it.
"F**kitf**kitf**it," mumbled Dyci as her back sweat ferociously from the onslaught. When you pop pills, the high gets so intense that you can f**k for hours and not bust. Nigs hear stories like that all the time, but they truly don't know until they've been there.
It may have only been thirty minutes or so but it seemed like we had been going for hours. My pelvis was so raw from the constant banging that I just wanted to...
STOP.
A deranged and confused Dyci gave me a blank stare as I had abruptly whipped my d**k out and walked over to the refrigerator to grab a bottled water without so much giving her any kind of warning.
"What...what's wrong?"
"D, I'm tired...sh*t, I'm hot."
Dyci seemed to float as she pulled up next to my side and grabbed my penis.
"Oooooh, baby, I gotta finish," she pleaded. "Just a lil more. Get me off."
Druggie b**ch.
You know those scenes in those ghetto ass movies like New Jack City where the addict really pours it on thick for a hit of the dope...well, that's how Dyci was acting.
Now I would always be proud that my di*k is probably like none of the tricks she took for their money, but then again, that ecstasy gives you this adrenaline rush ten times faster than anything because it was one of those 2 in 1 type drugs - speed and the lowest grade of coke.
All the signs where there, and while I preferred to just come crashing down from my high, Dyci continued to jack me standing up, hoping that I would give in and just continue to smash her.
"Dyci, chill, baby girl..."
She wouldn't be denied even with another resounding decline of her wares, dropping to her knees on the marble floor and polishing my knob like some kind of slutty maid. Her lips rippled across the length of my wand, bobbing back and forth as if her face had the energizer bunny built inside. Dying from the pleasure, I wanted so bad to let go in her mouth. Probably would've choked her with all that damn build-up. Again, I had to stop...
"No..."
I had seized her face in mid slide and held her head at waist's length, just enough that she couldn't do any more damage or even worse, clamp her teeth down on my d**k and hurt me.
Sad puppy dog eyes...B**ch, that game works on a nigga paying you for pu**y.
An evil twinge groped my loins as I attempted to ease away from her mouth. She knew that I was stubborn so as i slowly slid out, her lips complied with my demand. 3/4 of me was out when suddenly I rammed back into her orals and pounded my torso against her face. You could imagine the delectable horror in her eyes as she looked up at me and wondered where this had come from.
"You like when Daddy does that, don't you..."
A moment of "what the f**k" had seriously struck Dyci. She must have been thinking "I may be high, but this nigga must be out of his f**king mind..."
But her pu**y tingled as I didn't give her to much more time to think, pounding her mouth again as I had banged her before.
Silence...
Another bang...then more silence...
"You like???"
Lust braced a smile against her filled jaws, hoping that I would just continue and stop teasing her...
"Mhmm," she moaned.
While I toyed with her, Dyci, feverishly rubbed hit clit, trying to figure out which was the more feasible of the two if both needs weren't getting served simultaneously.
Jokingly, I laughed in her face and took another sip of my water. "I should get paid for some sh*t like this."
As if I already wasn't from my other clients.
There was that stare again. And this time it was harder.
Dyci quickly caught her bearings, got up, walked over to her jacket, and fumbled around for a few seconds.
"D...come on. I'm just messing with you."
She stalked back over to kitchen counter, slamming her hand against the granite counter top.
500 dollars...
Dyci? Offering me money? Was it the drugs? Was she fed up with...
Watching her brace her leg against a bar stool, the pink lips of her womaness looked as inviting as it always have. Her drug-induced rage had her groping her own breasts like a horny man would...
My mind raced with the beat of my heart as a rush of blood kept my manhood at attention. The only time I ever heard that "all money wasn't good money" was when I used to play dominoes with my drunk ass uncles.
So B.A.D.
I had popped a few pills when I was in college. Hell, even now, I tossed a few back in recent years, but it wasn't something that I just had a regular habit to get on it. This bi**h that met in college...one of those black girls who grew up with a bunch of white people, doing white people sh*t like dating redneck white boys with mud tires on their pickups or play club soccer in high school. But she was a young, freak b**ch and she liked to bang, especially when she was on "E," so why not try it.
"F**kitf**kitf**it," mumbled Dyci as her back sweat ferociously from the onslaught. When you pop pills, the high gets so intense that you can f**k for hours and not bust. Nigs hear stories like that all the time, but they truly don't know until they've been there.
It may have only been thirty minutes or so but it seemed like we had been going for hours. My pelvis was so raw from the constant banging that I just wanted to...
STOP.
A deranged and confused Dyci gave me a blank stare as I had abruptly whipped my d**k out and walked over to the refrigerator to grab a bottled water without so much giving her any kind of warning.
"What...what's wrong?"
"D, I'm tired...sh*t, I'm hot."
Dyci seemed to float as she pulled up next to my side and grabbed my penis.
"Oooooh, baby, I gotta finish," she pleaded. "Just a lil more. Get me off."
Druggie b**ch.
You know those scenes in those ghetto ass movies like New Jack City where the addict really pours it on thick for a hit of the dope...well, that's how Dyci was acting.
Now I would always be proud that my di*k is probably like none of the tricks she took for their money, but then again, that ecstasy gives you this adrenaline rush ten times faster than anything because it was one of those 2 in 1 type drugs - speed and the lowest grade of coke.
All the signs where there, and while I preferred to just come crashing down from my high, Dyci continued to jack me standing up, hoping that I would give in and just continue to smash her.
"Dyci, chill, baby girl..."
She wouldn't be denied even with another resounding decline of her wares, dropping to her knees on the marble floor and polishing my knob like some kind of slutty maid. Her lips rippled across the length of my wand, bobbing back and forth as if her face had the energizer bunny built inside. Dying from the pleasure, I wanted so bad to let go in her mouth. Probably would've choked her with all that damn build-up. Again, I had to stop...
"No..."
I had seized her face in mid slide and held her head at waist's length, just enough that she couldn't do any more damage or even worse, clamp her teeth down on my d**k and hurt me.
Sad puppy dog eyes...B**ch, that game works on a nigga paying you for pu**y.
An evil twinge groped my loins as I attempted to ease away from her mouth. She knew that I was stubborn so as i slowly slid out, her lips complied with my demand. 3/4 of me was out when suddenly I rammed back into her orals and pounded my torso against her face. You could imagine the delectable horror in her eyes as she looked up at me and wondered where this had come from.
"You like when Daddy does that, don't you..."
A moment of "what the f**k" had seriously struck Dyci. She must have been thinking "I may be high, but this nigga must be out of his f**king mind..."
But her pu**y tingled as I didn't give her to much more time to think, pounding her mouth again as I had banged her before.
Silence...
Another bang...then more silence...
"You like???"
Lust braced a smile against her filled jaws, hoping that I would just continue and stop teasing her...
"Mhmm," she moaned.
While I toyed with her, Dyci, feverishly rubbed hit clit, trying to figure out which was the more feasible of the two if both needs weren't getting served simultaneously.
Jokingly, I laughed in her face and took another sip of my water. "I should get paid for some sh*t like this."
As if I already wasn't from my other clients.
There was that stare again. And this time it was harder.
Dyci quickly caught her bearings, got up, walked over to her jacket, and fumbled around for a few seconds.
"D...come on. I'm just messing with you."
She stalked back over to kitchen counter, slamming her hand against the granite counter top.
500 dollars...
Dyci? Offering me money? Was it the drugs? Was she fed up with...
Watching her brace her leg against a bar stool, the pink lips of her womaness looked as inviting as it always have. Her drug-induced rage had her groping her own breasts like a horny man would...
My mind raced with the beat of my heart as a rush of blood kept my manhood at attention. The only time I ever heard that "all money wasn't good money" was when I used to play dominoes with my drunk ass uncles.
So B.A.D.
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
BAD, BAD, and more BAD (BAD BAD Man..the ending)
A playa hadn’t even stuck a finger down there, but I could tell by her breathing that the pu**y was wet with anticipation. I could literally breathe on her and she would’ve been likely to bust a nut. S**t was getting exciting as hell. A rush of adrenaline was filtering from my heart down to my manhood.
“Braylon…”
Fuck!!!! What the fuck is it!?!?!
“Karima…what is it, lady?”
She stopped to catch her breath for a moment. Kinda sounded like she had been running a marathon or something.
“I’m…oh damn, boy…It’s just that we’re here. Alone. And I’m…I’m scared.”
Scared??? Scared of what?
“Have I ever given you a reason to be scared of me?”
“No…”
Slowly, I circled Karima until she could feel me from behind. My shaft lay between the creases of her cheeks. Her back tightened at the touch while he legs seemed to loch and her ass went firm. Jitters, nerves of the unknown pleasures I was sure to provide…pleasure that she had handsomely paid for.
“And do you think after all this time that I would hurt you?”
“No,” she sighed. “But it’s just this thing. We hadn’t seen each other in so long. I had no idea that things were gonna come to a head so soon. I mean…I want you. Oh, damn, I want you so bad…”
Dragging a stiff member around the edges of her hips and back to the front, I was nearly fu**ing her already and I had yet to stick anything in. Underneath a silky mound of light hair, her folds lay atop the head of my d**k. Had they been able to talk, they would have probably given just as much vocal resistance to go along with a yearning to let me in.
I kissed Karima again, tasting her tongue a bit longer. It was lusty, yet the feelings were mutual. This was supposed to happen. Arranged or not, I was bent on being inside her.
Her pink flesh split like a treasure box, revealing the softest place of her womanly core. As I slid in between her space, inch by inch, it was as if her body forced her to draw me in more until I filled her reluctant desires to give in to the sexual rapture.
Slow thrusts passively ripped her doubts down from the walls of her honeycomb and her nectar spilled over onto me like a river.
“Braylon…”
“Mmmm…”
“Braylon…”
I loved it when they called my name. I didn’t give a damn whether they were screaming it or not, I just loved the sound of my name draping from the lips of another satisfied customer.
“Yes…”
“Braylon…I can’t…”
Can’t what?!?!
That sh*t startled the hell out of me. I’m knee deep inside you and you can’t…Can’t what?!?! Can’t see? Can’t breathe? B**ch, you better speak up…
“Can’t what?”
I stopped my strokes, not getting from atop her just in case she changed her mind, but just enough to look as if I was attentive to what she wanted to say.
“This just ain’t right,” she said. “I’m…I’m engaged.”
Now there is an old saying that my grandmother used to tell me: If you’re not married, you’re single.
Mind you she was never married, but Granny was smart as hell. But I wanted to think about this.
Here was this beautiful blast from my past. I’m inside of her, literally taking her with each pump, and she wants to tell me that she was engaged?
Damn, that was a shocker. And truth be told, I really didn’t give a f**k. And she continued to put up that fight while I pumped…and pumped…and pumped.
It wasn’t her p***y that gave out as she bucked back at my fierce release against her very being. It was her spirit, her mind that gave in to the demand for the flava…
On my d**k, she was free from the rest of her mundane life. She had a choice…like they all do…
And she chose to be B.A.D….
“Braylon…”
Fuck!!!! What the fuck is it!?!?!
“Karima…what is it, lady?”
She stopped to catch her breath for a moment. Kinda sounded like she had been running a marathon or something.
“I’m…oh damn, boy…It’s just that we’re here. Alone. And I’m…I’m scared.”
Scared??? Scared of what?
“Have I ever given you a reason to be scared of me?”
“No…”
Slowly, I circled Karima until she could feel me from behind. My shaft lay between the creases of her cheeks. Her back tightened at the touch while he legs seemed to loch and her ass went firm. Jitters, nerves of the unknown pleasures I was sure to provide…pleasure that she had handsomely paid for.
“And do you think after all this time that I would hurt you?”
“No,” she sighed. “But it’s just this thing. We hadn’t seen each other in so long. I had no idea that things were gonna come to a head so soon. I mean…I want you. Oh, damn, I want you so bad…”
Dragging a stiff member around the edges of her hips and back to the front, I was nearly fu**ing her already and I had yet to stick anything in. Underneath a silky mound of light hair, her folds lay atop the head of my d**k. Had they been able to talk, they would have probably given just as much vocal resistance to go along with a yearning to let me in.
I kissed Karima again, tasting her tongue a bit longer. It was lusty, yet the feelings were mutual. This was supposed to happen. Arranged or not, I was bent on being inside her.
Her pink flesh split like a treasure box, revealing the softest place of her womanly core. As I slid in between her space, inch by inch, it was as if her body forced her to draw me in more until I filled her reluctant desires to give in to the sexual rapture.
Slow thrusts passively ripped her doubts down from the walls of her honeycomb and her nectar spilled over onto me like a river.
“Braylon…”
“Mmmm…”
“Braylon…”
I loved it when they called my name. I didn’t give a damn whether they were screaming it or not, I just loved the sound of my name draping from the lips of another satisfied customer.
“Yes…”
“Braylon…I can’t…”
Can’t what?!?!
That sh*t startled the hell out of me. I’m knee deep inside you and you can’t…Can’t what?!?! Can’t see? Can’t breathe? B**ch, you better speak up…
“Can’t what?”
I stopped my strokes, not getting from atop her just in case she changed her mind, but just enough to look as if I was attentive to what she wanted to say.
“This just ain’t right,” she said. “I’m…I’m engaged.”
Now there is an old saying that my grandmother used to tell me: If you’re not married, you’re single.
Mind you she was never married, but Granny was smart as hell. But I wanted to think about this.
Here was this beautiful blast from my past. I’m inside of her, literally taking her with each pump, and she wants to tell me that she was engaged?
Damn, that was a shocker. And truth be told, I really didn’t give a f**k. And she continued to put up that fight while I pumped…and pumped…and pumped.
It wasn’t her p***y that gave out as she bucked back at my fierce release against her very being. It was her spirit, her mind that gave in to the demand for the flava…
On my d**k, she was free from the rest of her mundane life. She had a choice…like they all do…
And she chose to be B.A.D….
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
A BAD, BAD Man...(part 2)
So…where did I leave off? The talk, right?
Trust me, you wouldn’t have given a damn what we were talking about. You want the sex part. The lusting…busting nuts all over the place…the pleasing screams that you yearn for in your own lives…
Sh*t, what else should I get paid for…because if you were Karima, you’d want me to get down to the chase too.
Neither she nor I had yet to turn on any lights in the room, but it was nothing to feel each others presence. Just that hint of déjà vu in the air. I couldn’t help but think that this time, I was going to have her all my own. Even with the ignorance floating around outside, I was going to take her body for all it was worth and leave just as sure as I came…no pun intended.
“Braylon?”
See…It’s stuff like this. Seriously I thought we were done talking. This wasn’t making up for lost time.
“Yes, ma’am…”
Karima sighed. “What am I doing here?”
Are you f**king kidding me?!?!? This s**t?!?! Right now?!?! Be cool, Bray. Be cool.
“You’re here with me. That should be all that matters”
Things did seem to go sort of fast. From our place on the couch, just two old friends chatting and catching up, to the two of us being alone in a dark room with very little space between us.
I couldn’t tell what was racing in her mind, but her body was speaking tongues to me and they were loud and clear. Her hips fit right in between the grooves of my hands while my fingertips sat slightly at the rise of her ass. The heat of the night had beckoned her to come closer, to finally make it happen; yet, something was still pulling her back.
“Braylon…”
I purposely ignored her call just to move in closer to her. Considering I was taller than her, she still had to look up to me—even with the lights out.
I could’ve whipped her around like I’ve done with some of my “marks” before and just banged her like some rich whore; however, this was something I wanted to savor. Sh*t, I’m entitled to a sensual f**k every now and then.
She exhaled like Whitney Houston as she seemed to breathe in my essence. Still, I felt her pulling away until she finally slipped out of my grasp.
“Braylon, I—I—I know that I have you here and we have this history. And the last time we were alone…Just—Just so many things…”
This wasn’t sounding good. All that damn stuttering sounded like she was about to hit me with some sort of news that was hazardous or something. I was going to have to act quick. This chick was not going to get away from me this time. I mean even though I’m going to get paid, this was a long time coming…
Can’t ya tell how bad I wanted this b**ch to keep saying how long it’s been or how I shoulda/coulda/woulda? Pathetic, right? N***a, please. I’m a pimp.
She couldn’t get out another word before I swept her back into my grasp. She squirmed like a fish, but her lips part opened so easily as I worked her like the world was going to end in a matter of seconds. Her other set of lips you just as easily be parted later. The passionate rage grew within us as I could feel her body get warm and her kisses were becoming just as deep as mine. Instantly, we had peeled one another’s close off. The two of us were standing there.
Naked. Ready to f**k. Sealing a long awaited deal.
I reached out to touch her again; and although it wasn’t cold in the room, she flinched as I ran a finger across her nipple. A twinge of sin crashed against her brain as I touched the other. I could see everything in the midst of nothing at all.
“Braylon…I need to…”
Too many words had been spoken…
In an effort to ease her tension, I kissed her again. The type of kiss that rolls over the cusp of your teeth, tracing the lips just before a luscious bite of twisted greed. I stepped back for a second…just for the reaction.
She smiled wide like she hadn’t been kissed like that in some time. Obliged, she grabbed my wrists. She had feared if she took this any further, some sense of regret might linger..just as her brown, chocolate drop nipples were lingering in my mouth in that very moment.
Karima breathed deeply. While a roaming right hand embraced her right breast, my focus remained on the other, teasing her wilds with an irregular suction pattern that her erect nipples would only feel more pleasure as she tried to remove them from my mouth…
(To be continued)
Trust me, you wouldn’t have given a damn what we were talking about. You want the sex part. The lusting…busting nuts all over the place…the pleasing screams that you yearn for in your own lives…
Sh*t, what else should I get paid for…because if you were Karima, you’d want me to get down to the chase too.
Neither she nor I had yet to turn on any lights in the room, but it was nothing to feel each others presence. Just that hint of déjà vu in the air. I couldn’t help but think that this time, I was going to have her all my own. Even with the ignorance floating around outside, I was going to take her body for all it was worth and leave just as sure as I came…no pun intended.
“Braylon?”
See…It’s stuff like this. Seriously I thought we were done talking. This wasn’t making up for lost time.
“Yes, ma’am…”
Karima sighed. “What am I doing here?”
Are you f**king kidding me?!?!? This s**t?!?! Right now?!?! Be cool, Bray. Be cool.
“You’re here with me. That should be all that matters”
Things did seem to go sort of fast. From our place on the couch, just two old friends chatting and catching up, to the two of us being alone in a dark room with very little space between us.
I couldn’t tell what was racing in her mind, but her body was speaking tongues to me and they were loud and clear. Her hips fit right in between the grooves of my hands while my fingertips sat slightly at the rise of her ass. The heat of the night had beckoned her to come closer, to finally make it happen; yet, something was still pulling her back.
“Braylon…”
I purposely ignored her call just to move in closer to her. Considering I was taller than her, she still had to look up to me—even with the lights out.
I could’ve whipped her around like I’ve done with some of my “marks” before and just banged her like some rich whore; however, this was something I wanted to savor. Sh*t, I’m entitled to a sensual f**k every now and then.
She exhaled like Whitney Houston as she seemed to breathe in my essence. Still, I felt her pulling away until she finally slipped out of my grasp.
“Braylon, I—I—I know that I have you here and we have this history. And the last time we were alone…Just—Just so many things…”
This wasn’t sounding good. All that damn stuttering sounded like she was about to hit me with some sort of news that was hazardous or something. I was going to have to act quick. This chick was not going to get away from me this time. I mean even though I’m going to get paid, this was a long time coming…
Can’t ya tell how bad I wanted this b**ch to keep saying how long it’s been or how I shoulda/coulda/woulda? Pathetic, right? N***a, please. I’m a pimp.
She couldn’t get out another word before I swept her back into my grasp. She squirmed like a fish, but her lips part opened so easily as I worked her like the world was going to end in a matter of seconds. Her other set of lips you just as easily be parted later. The passionate rage grew within us as I could feel her body get warm and her kisses were becoming just as deep as mine. Instantly, we had peeled one another’s close off. The two of us were standing there.
Naked. Ready to f**k. Sealing a long awaited deal.
I reached out to touch her again; and although it wasn’t cold in the room, she flinched as I ran a finger across her nipple. A twinge of sin crashed against her brain as I touched the other. I could see everything in the midst of nothing at all.
“Braylon…I need to…”
Too many words had been spoken…
In an effort to ease her tension, I kissed her again. The type of kiss that rolls over the cusp of your teeth, tracing the lips just before a luscious bite of twisted greed. I stepped back for a second…just for the reaction.
She smiled wide like she hadn’t been kissed like that in some time. Obliged, she grabbed my wrists. She had feared if she took this any further, some sense of regret might linger..just as her brown, chocolate drop nipples were lingering in my mouth in that very moment.
Karima breathed deeply. While a roaming right hand embraced her right breast, my focus remained on the other, teasing her wilds with an irregular suction pattern that her erect nipples would only feel more pleasure as she tried to remove them from my mouth…
(To be continued)
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
A BAD, BAD Man...(part one)
The ride up the elevator was a quiet one. I hadn't been back from my trip with Myra for no more than maybe a few hours and Colony was already putting me to work. Quickly she flashed me one of those "n***@ don't act" smiles. Whenever she wanted me to "meet some people," there was always money involved. But the club was pretty lively tonight before we headed up the elevator, so this really had to be something interesting if she didn't want me to "work" the room downstairs
That chick was really something.
"Jan's been looking around for you," Colony said just as the door opened to the penthouse suite.
WTF!!! I hadn't heard from Jan (Dr. Rix) since the last time we were together...and now she's looking for me through Colony? Was something wrong? Was she ok? Why the hell did she have to go through Colony anyways?!?!?!
The retracting doors opened up to reveal a multitude of rowdy women all over the place. The music was loud and alcohol seemed to be flowing abundantly. Hoots and hollers came from all corners of the room as some of Colony's "other entertainment" pranced around the room. From the looks of it several of the rooms inside the suite; and by the looks of things, all kinda shit was popping off up in there. Probably was nothing more than a bachlorette party.
I was so wrong.
"Ladies...ladies," Colony interrupted. "Let me introduce you to a very talented associate of mine."
Again the catcalls came. Hell, I still had all my clothes on, but it was flattering nonetheless. I had a feeling that was about to change.
If Colony had to introduce me as someone special then she was probably going to give me away to the highest bidder or the one whom the party was for. Several of the women in the room giggled as I walked. But I would have to if I was them. Had you seen me walking through the room like a GQ centerpiece, you would have done it too.
Passing all the ass and muscles being thrown around the room, Colony led me over to a seating area where this fine ass chick, maybe at least 6 ft tall, had been straddled by this dancer and buddy was seriously swinging every inch of himself in her face. She held a bottle of Grey Goose in one hand and her leg up in the other...and that's when she spotted me.
Ever have one of those moments when you know you should've taken advantage of a situation that had presented itself, and something random just totally messed it up? Then you try your best to get things going again and it just never happens?
"That's her...," Colony pointed out. "Paying some good money too."
Oh I bet she did...
"Karima Ashlie...this is..."
Braylon Davis...
After all this time...She had been a diamond in the rough back in the day, yet though all these years, DAMN...
"You two know each other," Colony asked.
Karima was that one chick I was describing in one of those "I wish I could go back" scenarios. Like the way it had been set up, it was too perfect for us to not have hooked up that night.
Her warm, dark eyes displayed a maturity that I had noticed all those years ago. And from the looks of it, it had seemingly served her well. She hadn't grown above her 5'7 frame and she may have put on 5-10 pounds over the years, but to have watched her stalk around a party in some bad ass heels...
Her pecan skin was so smooth as my sure hands ran over her arms, tracing her structure in my embrace...over her shoulders and down her hips. Even in the dark, her matching bra and panties were as evident as her slightly intoxicated nature. Heavy flirting had guided us from bar to bar. Drink after drink gave us the consent that if only for this one time, two fond acquaintances could make up for lost time.
Even though I liked my titties a certain size (which she wasn't), I was still drawn to her curves as she slowly grinded against my waist. The small of her back rested against my abs as she continued to tease my thunder.
We never had come this far before, but it wasn't a secret that at that point, it was seriously all about a f**k. She might have not thought that far...or maybe she was way ahead of me and the cranberry and vodkas we had earlier were just clouding our judgement. I was horny...oh yes. Definitely...and so was she...
But if anything, my thoughts were not only to commit myself to her physical pleasure, but to her mental as well. P***y was some dime a dozen s**t to me back then just like it is now. It was cool to chase the cat a little, but the real fun was getting a woman to commit her mind to the thrill of what was about to happen. She wouldn't be treated like some drunken whore. With these hands, I'd just peel away her insecurities like a grape...and squeeze out ALLLLLLL that woman that often hid beneath those layers.
Kissing hadn't been my thing then, and it really still wasn't now, but watching her smile, rolling her tongue along a slight gap that undoubtedly turned me on, I couldn't help but wonder if--
"How long has it been?"
"Too long," Karima slyly replied"
"Last time I saw you out partying..."
A sheepish grin bore across her glossed lips. Might not have been a good idea to push the conversation that far, but nostalgia normally makes for the best convo amongst old friends.
"The last time you saw me partying," she started. "You, Mr. Davis, were being B.A.D."
That chick was really something.
"Jan's been looking around for you," Colony said just as the door opened to the penthouse suite.
WTF!!! I hadn't heard from Jan (Dr. Rix) since the last time we were together...and now she's looking for me through Colony? Was something wrong? Was she ok? Why the hell did she have to go through Colony anyways?!?!?!
The retracting doors opened up to reveal a multitude of rowdy women all over the place. The music was loud and alcohol seemed to be flowing abundantly. Hoots and hollers came from all corners of the room as some of Colony's "other entertainment" pranced around the room. From the looks of it several of the rooms inside the suite; and by the looks of things, all kinda shit was popping off up in there. Probably was nothing more than a bachlorette party.
I was so wrong.
"Ladies...ladies," Colony interrupted. "Let me introduce you to a very talented associate of mine."
Again the catcalls came. Hell, I still had all my clothes on, but it was flattering nonetheless. I had a feeling that was about to change.
If Colony had to introduce me as someone special then she was probably going to give me away to the highest bidder or the one whom the party was for. Several of the women in the room giggled as I walked. But I would have to if I was them. Had you seen me walking through the room like a GQ centerpiece, you would have done it too.
Passing all the ass and muscles being thrown around the room, Colony led me over to a seating area where this fine ass chick, maybe at least 6 ft tall, had been straddled by this dancer and buddy was seriously swinging every inch of himself in her face. She held a bottle of Grey Goose in one hand and her leg up in the other...and that's when she spotted me.
Ever have one of those moments when you know you should've taken advantage of a situation that had presented itself, and something random just totally messed it up? Then you try your best to get things going again and it just never happens?
"That's her...," Colony pointed out. "Paying some good money too."
Oh I bet she did...
"Karima Ashlie...this is..."
Braylon Davis...
After all this time...She had been a diamond in the rough back in the day, yet though all these years, DAMN...
"You two know each other," Colony asked.
Karima was that one chick I was describing in one of those "I wish I could go back" scenarios. Like the way it had been set up, it was too perfect for us to not have hooked up that night.
Her warm, dark eyes displayed a maturity that I had noticed all those years ago. And from the looks of it, it had seemingly served her well. She hadn't grown above her 5'7 frame and she may have put on 5-10 pounds over the years, but to have watched her stalk around a party in some bad ass heels...
Her pecan skin was so smooth as my sure hands ran over her arms, tracing her structure in my embrace...over her shoulders and down her hips. Even in the dark, her matching bra and panties were as evident as her slightly intoxicated nature. Heavy flirting had guided us from bar to bar. Drink after drink gave us the consent that if only for this one time, two fond acquaintances could make up for lost time.
Even though I liked my titties a certain size (which she wasn't), I was still drawn to her curves as she slowly grinded against my waist. The small of her back rested against my abs as she continued to tease my thunder.
We never had come this far before, but it wasn't a secret that at that point, it was seriously all about a f**k. She might have not thought that far...or maybe she was way ahead of me and the cranberry and vodkas we had earlier were just clouding our judgement. I was horny...oh yes. Definitely...and so was she...
But if anything, my thoughts were not only to commit myself to her physical pleasure, but to her mental as well. P***y was some dime a dozen s**t to me back then just like it is now. It was cool to chase the cat a little, but the real fun was getting a woman to commit her mind to the thrill of what was about to happen. She wouldn't be treated like some drunken whore. With these hands, I'd just peel away her insecurities like a grape...and squeeze out ALLLLLLL that woman that often hid beneath those layers.
Kissing hadn't been my thing then, and it really still wasn't now, but watching her smile, rolling her tongue along a slight gap that undoubtedly turned me on, I couldn't help but wonder if--
"How long has it been?"
"Too long," Karima slyly replied"
"Last time I saw you out partying..."
A sheepish grin bore across her glossed lips. Might not have been a good idea to push the conversation that far, but nostalgia normally makes for the best convo amongst old friends.
"The last time you saw me partying," she started. "You, Mr. Davis, were being B.A.D."
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Taxing that A$$...
"I'll have those papers ready for you by the week's end," Lucy said as she strolled toward the door, tugging on her skirt to make sure she looked presentable before she walked out.
"Then I will see you on Friday."
"Friday...hmmm....I think I may have to work late on Friday," she replied.
Silly ass...I hope she wasn't thinking that I meant that I wanted to see her again on Friday (which I probably would have anyhow).
"I wasn't planning on seeing you," I replied. "You can just email the files to me as normal."
Emailing my personal bank files to me...doctoring information for tax purposes...laundering illegal tender produced through activities that involve the exchanging of money for sex...
ALL ILLEGAL AS F**K...
Clearly, that was nothing a little bit of d**k and a few extra monetary perks under the table couldn't handle.
As much as I may be a little weary about Colony and how she works her business, I had to give the b**ch some props, she had all of her ducks in a row. If she needed a banker, she got her a top notch, undercover freak that was a regular human at work, but wanted to be banged like a porn star after hours.
If she needed to overnight a package, she probably threw the UPS dude a few sniffs of the pu**y. then BAM!!! I bet she got that next day shipping for free.
Hell, the lil nig she had cleaning her pool, probably cleans her pool for free just to suck on one of those titties.
Either way, she had folks in place to take care of her business when necessary. Lucy, just happened to be my project.
She was the tallest of her girls that she rolled with. That night I saw her in the club, it was her 6 foot frame that stood out to me the most. Probably around 25 or 26. She had silky, black hair, beige skin, thin lips...
I think Lucy had the confidence in herself to know she was a bad b**ch, yet she played it a little more low key than her friends. That either meant she was naturally shy and had some of those awkward moments as a kid where she was teased because she was tall...or she had some other motives and was in the club to do more than just have a few drinks.
Her motives became even more evident once the night grew older--and Colony drew nearer.
Colony liked her share of hoes but the way she ran game on Lucy and her friends, getting them liquored up and entertaining them with some other male companions that she just happened to have on stand-by for situations like such. Lucy didn't drink as much as the rest of the group, but even those few shots of Nuvo had her feeling good.
I normally didn't kiss "marks" but from the look Colony had given me before I took Lucy away with me to the VIP, I knew that this must have been a special client. The taste of the pink champagne lingered on her tongue as her kisses were just as intoxicating as her looks. Tipsy, yet still more coherent than not, Lucy peeled off her top first.
See that's what I like about chicks that f**k with Colony. Ain't much of any talking or game running. Supply and demand...
Even with her current state, had I not taken the liberty of helping her remove her skirt, she may have sobered up quicker and the mood would've been ruined. It was too dark to tell if her undergarments were Vickie's or La Perla, but what I did know was that from feet to head, that young Amazon was gonna be one fun time.
Keeping in mind that this was still part of my "business," I turned Lucy every which way. Missionary, doggy style...face down, @ss tooted out...all in the name of making her long, fine @ss cum with excitement. Each time she came, I could feel her insides flutter with rage, her black hair shaking all over the place. I couldn't tell what she was saying...hell, I don't even recall exchanging names with her. But here I was parting her legs, enjoying her flesh , taking pride in her squeals.
And then I hit her with this one deal where I had her bent over the plush couch, spread like a surveyor's telescope...took both her arms and held them together behind her back with my right hand...wrapped my left hand with a handful of her hair, gently tugging in rhythm with each beastly thrust to her backside. Her C-cups stood perfectly in place as I arched her back to dig deeper within her wetness. A grimacing smile splashed along her face as the force of my nature smashed harder against her walls. I was going to make her pass out before I came...or at least that was my intention.
Her convulsions steadily continued on for a few more minutes as I finished her off. She hadn't passed out, but she was sweating bullets and I was ready to get back to the main room. A swift grip of the hips, coupled with her pu**y's muscles squeezing against my shaft, I couldn't contain myself. A beautiful nut exploded against the latex walls of the Magnum I always seemed to have when I came to the club. Low grumblings pressed against both our lips as it took a second to empty my lustful cup.
A few moments subsided before I pulled out of her and gathered my clothes. She lay there on the couch, exhausted yet seemingly fulfilled at the performance I just gave. I didn't expect her to pull any money out of her purse considering she carried nothing back to the room but her clothes. Colony must have had it all taken care of...
Talking about Uncle Sam taxing that @ss...her better ask Lucy about B.A.D.
"Then I will see you on Friday."
"Friday...hmmm....I think I may have to work late on Friday," she replied.
Silly ass...I hope she wasn't thinking that I meant that I wanted to see her again on Friday (which I probably would have anyhow).
"I wasn't planning on seeing you," I replied. "You can just email the files to me as normal."
Emailing my personal bank files to me...doctoring information for tax purposes...laundering illegal tender produced through activities that involve the exchanging of money for sex...
ALL ILLEGAL AS F**K...
Clearly, that was nothing a little bit of d**k and a few extra monetary perks under the table couldn't handle.
As much as I may be a little weary about Colony and how she works her business, I had to give the b**ch some props, she had all of her ducks in a row. If she needed a banker, she got her a top notch, undercover freak that was a regular human at work, but wanted to be banged like a porn star after hours.
If she needed to overnight a package, she probably threw the UPS dude a few sniffs of the pu**y. then BAM!!! I bet she got that next day shipping for free.
Hell, the lil nig she had cleaning her pool, probably cleans her pool for free just to suck on one of those titties.
Either way, she had folks in place to take care of her business when necessary. Lucy, just happened to be my project.
She was the tallest of her girls that she rolled with. That night I saw her in the club, it was her 6 foot frame that stood out to me the most. Probably around 25 or 26. She had silky, black hair, beige skin, thin lips...
I think Lucy had the confidence in herself to know she was a bad b**ch, yet she played it a little more low key than her friends. That either meant she was naturally shy and had some of those awkward moments as a kid where she was teased because she was tall...or she had some other motives and was in the club to do more than just have a few drinks.
Her motives became even more evident once the night grew older--and Colony drew nearer.
Colony liked her share of hoes but the way she ran game on Lucy and her friends, getting them liquored up and entertaining them with some other male companions that she just happened to have on stand-by for situations like such. Lucy didn't drink as much as the rest of the group, but even those few shots of Nuvo had her feeling good.
I normally didn't kiss "marks" but from the look Colony had given me before I took Lucy away with me to the VIP, I knew that this must have been a special client. The taste of the pink champagne lingered on her tongue as her kisses were just as intoxicating as her looks. Tipsy, yet still more coherent than not, Lucy peeled off her top first.
See that's what I like about chicks that f**k with Colony. Ain't much of any talking or game running. Supply and demand...
Even with her current state, had I not taken the liberty of helping her remove her skirt, she may have sobered up quicker and the mood would've been ruined. It was too dark to tell if her undergarments were Vickie's or La Perla, but what I did know was that from feet to head, that young Amazon was gonna be one fun time.
Keeping in mind that this was still part of my "business," I turned Lucy every which way. Missionary, doggy style...face down, @ss tooted out...all in the name of making her long, fine @ss cum with excitement. Each time she came, I could feel her insides flutter with rage, her black hair shaking all over the place. I couldn't tell what she was saying...hell, I don't even recall exchanging names with her. But here I was parting her legs, enjoying her flesh , taking pride in her squeals.
And then I hit her with this one deal where I had her bent over the plush couch, spread like a surveyor's telescope...took both her arms and held them together behind her back with my right hand...wrapped my left hand with a handful of her hair, gently tugging in rhythm with each beastly thrust to her backside. Her C-cups stood perfectly in place as I arched her back to dig deeper within her wetness. A grimacing smile splashed along her face as the force of my nature smashed harder against her walls. I was going to make her pass out before I came...or at least that was my intention.
Her convulsions steadily continued on for a few more minutes as I finished her off. She hadn't passed out, but she was sweating bullets and I was ready to get back to the main room. A swift grip of the hips, coupled with her pu**y's muscles squeezing against my shaft, I couldn't contain myself. A beautiful nut exploded against the latex walls of the Magnum I always seemed to have when I came to the club. Low grumblings pressed against both our lips as it took a second to empty my lustful cup.
A few moments subsided before I pulled out of her and gathered my clothes. She lay there on the couch, exhausted yet seemingly fulfilled at the performance I just gave. I didn't expect her to pull any money out of her purse considering she carried nothing back to the room but her clothes. Colony must have had it all taken care of...
Talking about Uncle Sam taxing that @ss...her better ask Lucy about B.A.D.
Saturday, June 27, 2009
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...
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...
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
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
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
Monday, June 22, 2009
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.
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.
Sunday, June 14, 2009
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."
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."
Thursday, June 11, 2009
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)
"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)
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