We danced and danced, and danced some more. I enjoyed myself beyond words. I hadn’t experienced so much fun in a long time. Jeremy would never loosen up and even dance in public, or even private for that matter. Jeremy didn’t even drink alcohol beyond wine or an occasional champagne.
It felt good to let loose and truly enjoy myself. The more alcohol Damon and I consumed, the freakier our dancing became. Even on the fast songs, we mostly did slow, sensual, x-rated grinding. I worked my legs, hips, and ass hard against his firm crotch. His obvious dick pressed hard against my ass and made me horny as hell. Sweat glistened on both of our bodies and my muscles ached, but that didn’t stop a damn thing.
When the club was shut down a little after three, Damon drove us back to the restaurant so I could retrieve my car. We sat in the parking lot for an hour or so talking about a wide range of things. It was sitting in that parking lot talking that made me realize that I was in no way capable of driving myself home. There was no way in hell I was going to take a chance at fucking up my brand new Infiniti G35 that Jeremy had bought. I decided I would come back the next day and retrieve my car.
Damon and I rolled out of the parking lot sometime after four. He drove slightly erratically but it was okay – at the time. I knew I was close to falling into a drunken sleep. Before I got out of the car in front of my house, Damon promised to call me later that day before giving me a quick peck on the lips. That short peck alone sent shockwaves through my drunken and tired body.
I stumbled into the front door and dragged myself to the master bedroom. Without hesitation, I threw my purse into the corner and fell across the bed. The next thing I knew, my cell phone was ringing at three in the afternoon. Boy did I sleep well! I was slightly disappointed to see that it was Jeremy not Damon but that feeling quickly went away once I heard his oh-so-familiar voice.
“Hey baby!” Jeremy beamed into the phone.
“How are you honey bun?” he asked.
“Wonderful.” I said, trying not to sound sleepy.
“You sound like you were sleep.”
“Yeah. I was just taking a quick nap…”I lied.
“Oh.”
“How’s the trip to New York going?”
“Great. I’ve finished all of my meetings and everything.”
“For the next couple of days I plan on doing a little sight-seeing and shopping.” he smiled into the phone.
“I miss you so much baby!” I said excitedly.
“I miss you, too.” he perked.
“Matter of fact, I miss you so much that I visited the diamond district today and picked you up a little something special.”
“And what’s that?” I perked up a whole lot.
“It’s a surprise.”
“You’ll see in two days when I get home!”
“Let me have a hint.” I laughed.
“No. No. No.”
“But I tell you what, I need to call you back because one of the partners is beeping the other line.”
“Okay, sweetie.”
“I love you.” I sung into the phone.
“I love you, too, my little Jamaican queen.” he cooed.
I smiled while pressing the end button on my phone. I felt a slight amount of guilt about Damon. A hard knot formed in the pit of my stomach. Damon called me later that day and talked about getting together again that night but I declined and told him maybe later in the week. I needed to slow my roll with him before I ended up doing something I would regret. I had never cheated on Jeremy before, but Damon was a serious threat. I had already fallen in lust with him in just one date.
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Little did I know, that ‘little something special’ turned out to be an engagement ring. Two days after that phone conversation, Jeremy proposed to me. I rolled over in the bed and opened my eyes to welcome the morning’s sun; Jeremy was kneeling on my side of the bed on one knee with a black velvet ring box in hand and a huge smile on his face. My heart skipped a beat when he opened the lid to reveal a three-carat canary yellow diamond engagement ring. Of course I accepted, and a little over nine months later was our wedding day.
My bridesmaids and I were crammed into a hotel suite not far from the wedding hall. I sat on the plush white couch in the middle of the room with nothing on except for my special wedding day undergarments that consisted of: a Chinese silk and lace corset, a delicate matching thong, white hose, and a baby blue garter around my left thigh. It was too early to put on the dress. My seven bridesmaids, all flown in from my home country, Jamaica, sat around me and talked about my big day.
The high-end stylist that Jeremy had hired to do my hair and makeup was starting to style my hair. I laughed and talked with the girls, but Damon refused to leave my mind. During the course of my engagement, Damon and I secretly met each other on an every-other-day basis. Our association quickly formed a full-fledged relationship. It seemed like I couldn’t control myself. I was a totally different person around Damon. He was like a breath of fresh air – something different from what I was used to.
Even though I felt guilty as hell for cheating on Jeremy, I could never bring myself to break it off with Damon. It puzzles me how Damon was so comfortable with me being practically a married woman. He always would say, “Obviously you’re not satisfied if you keep running to me to fill those empty spaces that he [Jeremy] can’t. It’s not on you, it’s his fault.”
There were quite a few times Damon tried to talk me out of being with Jeremy, but I just couldn’t bring myself there. Exactly one week before my wedding day, I broke it off with Damon. With tears in my eyes, lumps in my throat, and a stabbing pain in my chest, I stared Damon in the eye and told him that we were done. Over the course of six months, we had fallen hard for each other. Honestly, I believe I was falling in love with Damon. FUCK!
It was three pm; the wedding was scheduled to start at six fifteen. The majority of my family from Jamaica had flown into Miami for my big day and everything. Instead of being an overjoyed bride awaiting matrimony, I was slightly sad. Of course I didn’t let it show, though. Our [the girls and I] conversation was abruptly interrupted by an extremely loud knock at the door.
“Who is it?” my friend Santana yelled.
“Don’t worry about it. Tell Sasha to come to the door.”
I instantly recognized the rough voice behind the door. My heart fluttered before dropping into my stomach like a brick being thrown from the top of the Empire State Building.
“Quit fuckin playing!” Santana yelled.
“Aint nobody playing. Tell her someone is here to see her!” Damon snapped, annoyed.
I went into the suite’s bedroom with tears welled up in my eyes and pulled on my red satin knee-length robe. Without a word, I went to the door and opened it just enough to slip out. I looked back at the room filled with my bridesmaids and sternly told them not to ask questions. They stared back at me, puzzled as hell. I quickly slammed the door behind myself and faced Damon, my breath of fresh air. He stood inches in front of me; he was so close, I could smell his fresh minty breath as he opened his mouth to speak.
“I can’t let you do this shit.” he said with pain and severe anguish in his face.
“What are you doing here?” I ignored him.
“How did you know where I was?” I protested.
Damon raised his index finger to my lips and grabbed my trembling hand. He pulled me forward but I didn’t budge. The second time he pulled my hand, my body seemed to disobey my mind. FUCK!
Without another word, he lead me down the hall and to the elevator. I had no idea where he was taking me, but I didn’t care at that point. Damon had me in a trance. I was like a little lost sheep and he was my Shepard leading me in the right direction. I couldn’t bring myself to look back, but I know I heard the suite’s door creek open as I walked away; I felt someone’s eyes on my back.
We stepped onto the elevator and he pressed the button for the tenth floor. When I tried to speak again, Damon lovingly but sternly said, “This isn’t the time to speak. We’ll save that for later.”
I stared at our reflection in the mirrored elevator. Damon’s lips were pursed tightly together and his eyebrows were furrowed. He was wearing a pair of black linen shorts and a white and black striped polo shirt. On his feet were black and white imported sneakers and around his neck was a long silver herringbone chain.
The thirty-second elevator ride seemed to last for an eternity plus some. Silence sliced through the air – this really drove me crazy. When the double doors opened, Damon gripped my hand even tighter, like a father would do his straying little girl, and pulled me into the hallway. We briskly walked down one of the numerous corridors until abruptly stopping in front of room 1098.
Damon used his free hand to fish in his pocket for the door key. After unlocking the door he pulled me inside.
“Damon, I can’t be here!” I wailed with mixed feelings.
I became annoyed when he didn’t respond. I should have tried to leave, but I was under his spell. I stared him in the eye and weighed my options. Damon wrapped his strong muscular arms around my waist and pulled my body against his. He breathed heavily in my ear and held me tightly. Unintentionally, I groaned low and relaxed into him. I felt like I was at home in his arms. I stared up at him and locked my eyes with his.
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Silently, without hesitation, I put my arms around his neck and moved my lips closer to his. My mind failed me and caution was thrown to the wind. I could no longer help myself. There is no accurate way to explain it. I pressed my lips against his familiar lips. I exhaled deeply while Damon parted his lips and allowed me to explore his mouth with my hungry tongue. Within seconds of our tongues touching, the kiss became hot and heavy.
We explored each other’s bodies with our hands while we moaned and groaned in unison. Damon pushed my back against the cold wood door and meshed his body with mine. Our heads twisted from side to side while our tongues lustfully wrestled together. Damon’s hands gripped my firm ass cheeks through the robe while he ground his crotch into mine. His linen-covered dick pressed hard against my thick thigh, begging for my attention.
I snaked my tongue across his lower lip and then I sucked lightly on it. I moved one of my legs up an wrapped it around the back of his legs. Heat rose in the room; the air became thick. I put my right hand on the back of his head and pulled his lips closer to mine. We kissed for what seemed like an eternity.
I tilted back my head and allowed Damon access to my succulent neck. He darted out his tongue and ran it from one side to the other before stopping below my ear and gently licking. I cooed and gripped his muscular ass cheeks. Gently licking one of the numerous erogenous zones on my neck, Damon aroused me greatly. Soon, his gentle licking went to intense slow sucking. He moved from my neck to my ears – starting at my earlobes and working his way up.
When he finished teasing both of my ears and tasting my chocolate, he grabbed my hips and picked me up. I wrapped my arms around his neck and took a deep breath. He laid me down on the large king-sized bed and stood at the foot of it. I stared up at him while he removed his shirt to reveal his familiar damn-near perfectly chiseled body. My breathing became shallow as he got into bed and maneuvered himself on top of me. One last time, my mind tried to tell me to stop, but my body refused to listen.
I admired his incredible muscles while he leaned down to give me a quick peck on the lips. The second-long kiss sent a tiny shockwave through my body. After breaking the kiss, leaving me wanting more, Damon leaned up enough to open my robe and reveal what was underneath. He smiled wide when he saw the very expensive pure white lingerie. I stared him in the eye and bit my bottom lip. Honestly, I had nothing to say. My mind was on pause.
Damon used his fingertips to trace the outlines of the bra. From there, he moved down my stomach to the semi-transparent thongs. He stopped at the top hem of the thongs and moved down just enough to place a soft kiss where his finger had been. I moved my arms out of the robe and stared down at him while he kissed the tender skin around my pierced belly button.
“Turn over.” he whispered softly.
I did just as he said and moved onto on my stomach. I turned my head to see his next move. Damon grabbed the robe and threw it onto the floor before getting out of bed and opening the night stand. I smiled slightly while he pulled out a small bottle of almond massage oil.
Damon quickly got back into bed and hovered over my body. He stared down at my perfect ass cheeks and curved back. Without a word, he unclasped my bra and pulled the straps down my relaxed arms. I cooed when his hands made contact with my back; they were covered in the sweet smelling massage oil. His hands kneaded my tense back muscles and worked out every single kink or knot. I moaned and twisted my head from side to side, making momentary eye contact with him from time to time.
My breathing changed from erratic to relaxed and more normal. For ten minutes or more, Damon worked my shoulders and back. Blood flowed like crazy to my pussy, making my clit harden and my pussy to become wet. I could feel my wetness seeping out of my pussy lips and into the crotch of my panties. When Damon was satisfied with his massage, he instructed me to turn back over onto my back.
My hard pencil eraser-like nipples stood erect and awaiting undivided attention. Damon instantly moved his hands up to my titties and cupped them gently. He massaged them lightly before moving his thumbs across my charcoal nipples and bumpy areola. I sucked in air and stared at him while he moved his lips closer to my sensitive hard nipples.
Damon had always done a wonderful job at sucking my titties, so I knew I was in for the ultimate treat. He parted his soft pink lips and enclosed them tightly around my thick sensitive nubs. His mouth was so warm and inviting. Simultaneously, he sucked my right tittie and teased the left one with his rough fingers.
“Oooh.” I managed to say, my back arched slightly off of the feathery mattress.
Damon snaked his tongue across the tiny bumps on my silver dollar-sized areola before going back to work sucking. He suckled as if he were a newborn fresh from the womb, awaiting its first meal. I cupped the back of his head and encouraged him to continue to please me with my mouth and lips. Having my titties sucked was one of my sexual weaknesses. I squirmed slightly underneath Damon as he created immense pleasure with his tongue.
Eventually, he moved from my right tittie to my left and went back to work. I softly kneaded the his back while he tightened his lips and sucked ever so gently. After suckling my titties to my satisfaction, he tickled every inch of my large fatty breasts.
From my titties, he moved down to the top hem of my thongs and hooked his hands in the sides of them. Before pulling them down, he locked his eyes with mine and caressed my hips with his rough palms. My body shook slightly, but I quickly regained composure. I encouraged him to pull them down to expose my lovely aroused pussy. Slowly, precisely, and steadily, Damon pulled down my panties; he did it as if he were in no rush, which really turned me on. I lifted my hips off of the bed so he could slide them over my thighs.
Past my knees, calves, and ankles, the delicate lace and silk tickled my baby-soft chocolate skin. Once he pulled them off my ankles, he nonchalantly threw them onto the floor. He moved his head up to my neck and began placing soft kisses on my neck, then my shoulders, chest, and stomach. Stopping above my pussy, he parted my tightened thighs to expose my fleshy waxed pussy.
My sweet smell filled the air. Damon smiled to himself briefly before positioning his head between my legs. He inhaled deep over and over again – the familiar smell of a fresh woman. My thighs opened like pages in a book. I invited him to have his way – he could eat me into oblivion for all I cared at that moment. Damon gently kissed and sucked my inner thighs before moving closer to my wet slit.
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He used his finger to open my dark outer lips to reveal the bright pink flower inside. My pronounced clit was unignorable and my thick milky juices flowed out and oozed slowly down to the crack of my ass. Damon spread my wetness with his index finger before pushing it slowly into my pussy. He maneuvered it in and out for a few moments before bringing his moist fingers to his lips. He sucked my sexual liquid off of his fingers while staring me in the eye.
I stared down at him while he thrust out his tongue. When it made contact with my engorged clitoris, my back arched and I moaned louder than I intended. Damon placed his left hand on my stomach and told me, “Relax.” He said it so softly and sweet – Damon had me hypnotized. He pressed his nose against my hot sexual skin and lapped at my clit. His tongue stroked my little bud swiftly and firmly. I moaned and groaned. My left leg shook from time to time. I put my right hand on the back of his head and pushed him deeper into my sweet pussy. I used my fingertips to graze his fresh braids.
Damon worked his fingers in and out of me at a moderate pace while he enclosed his lips around my hard clit. He sucked gently, causing me to grip the comforter underneath me, holding on for dear life. Damon looked up at me and enjoyed the expressions on my face as he created a virtual ecstacy between my thighs. Suck. Lick. Suck. Lick.
An idea came to mind. I told him to stop and lie down. He looked confused but I reassured him that I knew what I was doing. When he laid on his back. I hovered over the lower half of his body and wrestled with the buckle of his belt. While I undid his pants, I grazed his abs with my fingertips. Once they were undone, I told him to lift his ass up while I forced them down. I pushed his boxers down with the pants until they were down at his ankles, which were hanging off the edge of the bed. I quickly untied his shoes, and threw them onto the floor before removing his pants.
I wasted no time getting into the 69 position on top of him. I yearned to taste him. His hard dick stood tall in front of me, waiting for t.l.c. and affection. Damon grabbed my hips and pulled my ass back so he could have access to my pussy. He went right back to work, licking, sucking, teasing, and pleasing my pussy.
I eyed his large brown tool for a few moments before taking hold of it. Damon flinched a little when I began to stroke the entire shaft. I started at the head and moved my fist down slowly until it met his matted kinky black pubic hair. I repeated myself for a few minutes, paying special attention to his circumcised head – his dick was beautiful. I moved my lips closer to it and continued to masturbate him.
Damon’s tongue stopped moving on my clit for a few seconds while I opened my mouth and invited him in. I closed my lips around three of his eight and a half inches and sucked lightly. My hands worked hard, the pace got faster. I used my tongue to tease and swirl around the head while bobbing my head up and down. Damon was close to pushing me over the climactic edge.
I moaned onto his dick. My eyes clenched shut. Time seemed to stop. I bucked my hips slightly onto his face. My nerves felt like they were being sliced apart with a razor blade. Fire erupted between my thighs. I cried out – but it got caught in my throat. Damon sucked harder, refusing to let me come down from my sexual high.
Once I was able to compose myself, I went right back to work sucking his dick. I never enjoyed giving oral sex until I met Damon. His dick, plus my mouth, equaled pleasure for both of us. I pushed over half into my mouth and sucked hard. I gagged a few times, but that didn’t discourage me one bit. At one point, I had over two-thirds of him in my mouth. Damon groaned underneath me and gripped my hips very tight.
I was going to attempt to deep throat him but he pulled his dick out of my mouth before I had the opportunity. “Get on top.” he commanded in a gruff voice. I moved out of the 69 position. My pussy was wet as hell and I ached to have him inside of me. I moved on top of him and stared him in the eye. His dick pressed against my ass while I laid down on top of him. I felt his breath against my ear while I was moving my head down beside his. My face was buried in his neck, my titties were mashed against his chest, and our pelvis[s] were virtually glued together.
Damon looked over my shoulders at my ass. He held his dick with one fist while I lifted my ass up. I pushed my pussy lips down against the head of his dick and closed my eyes. Damon put his free hand on my ass to help guide me down.
Time seemed to pause once more when his rock hard dick pushed aside the petals to my precious flower and entered me. He groaned as it opened up my tight wet walls and explored deep inside me. I inhaled deeply and buried my face deeper in his neck. I gripped the comforter underneath us and pushed my ass down to allow him to fully penetrate me. Damon’s dick touched my center. He was the only man to go that deep inside of me, to taste the full extent of my fruit, and to graze my center with his dick.
I shrieked and sucked in air. My breathing became more ragged and erratic. Damon rested both of his hands on my supple ass cheeks and palmed them gently. His hands seemed to sink into my ass like they would do on one of those Tempurpedic Memory Foam mattresses. I moved my hips slowly, raising them and then moving back down. We made sexual noises and cries in unison while our bodies moved together in a slow sensual rhythm.
Damon nibbled the top of my ear while his dick moved in and out of my wetness. My hard nipples penetrated his chest and my pussy tightened around his dick. The bed squeaked slightly underneath us, but we didn’t hear it one bit. Damon and I were on our own planet, nothing outside could touch us. Our loud breathing and spontaneous moans filled the air. We slowly worked up to a nice moderate pace. My mind was totally at ease. Damon massaged my ass and lower back while he worked his dick into me – thrusting in and out.
He pushed his dick deep into me before pulling it almost all the way out – the slow teasing was driving me wild. My moans became louder and came from deep within. I was in ecstacy. Beads of sweat traveled down the side of Damon’s face. He was receiving just as much pleasure as I was. “I want you on top,” I whispered in his ear a few minutes later.
Silently, I moved off of Damon and laid on my back. He reached back and picked up a few pillows. He propped them up under my ass, making a slight incline. I waited impatiently for
him to get back inside of me. Moments later, he got on top of me and teased my sides with his hands. He relaxed and lowered himself before pushing his dick back into my wetness. My pussy seemed to pull him in.
Damon leaned down and placed soft sporadic bites on my neck. While stroking my pussy with his wonderful dick, he began to kiss my lips. The kiss was brief yet satisfying. Damon kissed my cheeks and my forehead. His dick plunged deeper inside of me, making me cry out his name and push my hips up to meet his strokes.
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Eventually, his strokes became long and slow – pulling all of himself out before pushing slowly back inside of me. My eyelids fluttered like African butterflies and I gritted my teeth from time to time.
Slow and intense fucking.
Long, deep strokes.
One inch.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Five.
Six.
Seven.
Eight.
Pull all the way out.
I loved it. Minutes later, I was on the verge of having a second orgasm. I scratched his back and locked my ankles together around his thighs. I took one long breath. My heart beat rapidly. Damon stared me in the eye; he knew I was about to cumm. My pussy contracted numerous times while I experience a wild orgasm. One small tear slid from my eye. I cooed and shivered, moaned, and screamed.
Seconds later, I experienced another orgasm. It was less intense and shorter, but just as satisfying. Damon’s strokes became quicker and more fast-paced. I was on cloud nine. Damon leaned down and kissed me – I moaned into his mouth.
Once I had got back a little strength, Damon pulled out of me and told me to lay on my side. He positioned himself behind me in the spooning position. With one hand, he held his dick; With the other, he pushed my right leg high into the air. Quickly, he buried his dick inside of me – every single bit of his eight and a half inches. I rubbed my clit with one hand and rolled one of my nipples between my fingers.
Damon worked his dick like a pro. This time, he stroked my pussy with quick, short strokes. I loved it no matter how he did it. In no time, he was fucking the hell out of me. My juices covered his entire dick, my inner thighs, and just about everything in between. Our sex was in the air. I was still under his spell. I was his prisoner, and I had no intentions of trying to escape the hold he had on me. I turned my head back and gave him a quick kiss while he explored my most precious possession. Minutes felt like hours. Damon let out a manly moan. His dick continued to slice through me.
Without a word, not even a little moan or groan, Damon pushed his dick all the way into me and enjoyed an earthshattering and heart stopping climax. His seed squirted deep inside me while muscles spasms and indescribable ecstacy took over his body. Millions of little sperm were on a manhunt for my precious eggs as soon as they were released from his body. I wouldn’t have known he was cumming if his hands weren’t shaking so badly. Damon sighed in relief and closed his eyes. He held his dick inside of me until it was totally flaccid. And even then, he didn’t pull it out; it came out on its own.
I closed my eyes and lived in the moment. Thirty minutes later, I woke up from a light sleep. Damon sat in a chair beside the bed, staring at me. “You can’t do it.” he said calmly. I couldn’t think – I felt like my mind was gone. How could I have done such a thing? I knew I was wrong. I knew I was wrong. I knew I was wrong.
The clock read 5:15. While I lay in the bed that Damon had made sweet love to me in, my bridesmaids were running around like chickens with their heads cut off. My mother sat inside the church crying her eyes out and my so-called husband to be was a nervous wreck. Damon and I stared at each other for almost an hour in silence. What had I done?
“I love you.” Damon whispered, barely audible.
I looked at him in disbelief. Damon had never said he loved me. He told me early in our relationship that he would never love any woman except his mother. I gasped unintentionally.
“I love you, too.” I weakly smiled.
6:15 came and went. 6:45 came and went.
I knew it was wrong.
I knew it was wrong.
I knew it was wrong.
The End
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Here is my short internet story….enjoy.
Transferring Assets
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Brian Doyle walked into the bank at 11:15. He saw that the tellers were busy, but the cute young black girl at the customer service desk looked bored. He sat in front of her, smiled, and said, ‘I would like to transfer some money between accounts.’
She looked up and smiled back at him; her nameplate said Saundra Jones.
‘I can help you with that, sir.’ Her smile exposed perfectly white and even teeth contrasted against her thick shapely lips that were coated in a subdued maroon lipstick. He placed his account card on the desk and slid it to her.
Brian studied her as she tapped away at the computer keyboard. A generous swath of eyeliner dramatized Saundra’s jade green eyes and soft, thick lashes. She brushed her long, kinky hair away from her face several times as she typed. Brian could not help but thinking what those succulent lips would feel like wrapped around his dick. He found himself getting mildly aroused at the thought of having his way with this little hottie. He fantasized about waiting until the bank closed and then doing her right on the desk in full view of the locked glass door. The sweet contrast of a stodgy bank and him, a middle-aged, pale-assed mick, fucking a hot black chick made him hard. He watched as she typed, and it was clear that her pale green blouse was a size too small through the bust. As she got a slip of paper from the drawer, he could clearly see her breasts between the gap. It didn’t go unnoticed that her tits overflowed her cups.
She kept her arms spread between the keyboard and a printer. Finally, he looked up from her breasts into her face. Saundra smiled; she knew that he was staring, so she wiggled her shoulders. Brian told her what he wanted done with his money. She completed the transactions and provided him with
receipts. ‘Is there anything else I can do for you today, Mr. Doyle?’
‘Do you have safety deposit boxes here?’
‘Of course.’
‘Could you show me where and how they’re kept?’
‘Come this way.’ Saundra lead him into the back and into the safety deposit box room. Brian followed, watching her healthy butt shimmy as she walked. He loved her long, tight skirt with the large slit to the knee and the tall, high-heeled boots she wore. She described the features, sizes and prices of the deposit boxes. ‘Also, we have several small but private viewing rooms where you can examine the contents. Would you like me to show you?’
He followed her to a small room with a table and chairs. ‘Is there anything else I can show you?’
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Part two
‘Yeah,’ he whispered, looking her in the eye, ‘your boobs.’
Saundra closed the door quietly, leaned against it, and unbuttoned her blouse. She smiled at him again, and pulled each hefty tit free from its bra of bondage. Brian approached, staring at her smooth pear shaped breasts as they hung, framed by the pale green blouse. He could see tan lines, indicating that she wore a small bikini top that covered only her nipples and the tips of her breasts. He wondered how many hard-ons she provoked wearing a small top like that, and he wondered if her bikini bottom covered just as little of her ripe ass. She let out a small gasp as he pressed his warm, wet mouth against her breast.
Reaching for his crotch, she massaged his erection through his pants. As he sucked, she slowly unzipped his fly and expertly maneuvered his throbbing cock and heavy balls free. He inhaled sharply as she worked his cock with both hands. He stood straight, caressed her ear with his tongue and whispered, ‘Lick me.’ Without hesitation, Saundra hiked her skirt up to her
waist; spread her feet wide, and squatted in front of him. She quickly took his cock into her mouth and rolled her tongue over the top of his cockhead while stroking him. She then fed him inch by inch into the back of her throat. As she mouth-fucked him, she undid his pants and slowly dropped them to the ground. Once they were around his ankles, she held the hem of her skirt, stood up, and kissed him. Saundra wiggled out of her thong, let it fall to the
floor, and set her bare ass on the table. She motioned for Brian to shuffle forward.
As he did she spread her thighs and pulled her knees up to her ass. When he got close enough, she put the backs of her legs up against his shoulders, exposing her almost cleanly shaven pussy; she left only a centered racing stripe the width of a finger. Brian parted her wet, thick pussy lips with his fingers, looking at the tan lines from her bikini bottom. Imagining her in only this thong bottom and tiny top on the beach made him hard. He rubbed his wet cockhead against her pussy and then slipped his cock in. He could feel her pussy muscles expand and contract as she helped suck his cock in deeper and deeper. The whole while she encouraged him with whispers of ‘Oh yeah.’
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Final Part
When Brian had his cock firmly embedded in her crotch, she reached around her leg and gently clutched him balls. ‘Oh yeah, honey, that feels good!’
Saundra smiled and licked her lips. She placed her other hand over her pussy and rubbed her clit, leaving his pumping cock between her index and middle fingers. Brian began really fucking her with slow, short strokes. The heat of her muscular ass warmed his thighs as he pumped. She rolled her head slowly from side to side with her eyes half open and her lips parted. When he was ball-deep in her pussy, he rose up on his tiptoes and pushed just a little more. Every push he gave on his toes elicited a groan from Saundra. Finally she said, ‘Just like that baby.’
Brian stayed on his toes and leaned hard against the back of her legs as he
pushed like he was trying to crawl inside her. She so good, and her dark skin looked so sweet and sexy. Her breasts jiggled as they fucked. ‘Oh yeah,
that’s it, that’s it, that’s IT!’ Saundra put the crook of her elbow over her
mouth to stop from crying out as she came.
He felt the growing tension in his own groin. One more, two more three more,
just one, ‘Argh,’ he said quietly as he spewed his hot cum into her dark pussy. He lingered, letting her soak up his cum, then withdrew. Brian watched as she winked at him and licked her lips. Sandra then put her
fingers into her crotch, scooped out the cum, and sucked her fingers. ‘Yum,’
she said.
He dressed; she took her thong and slipped it into his pants pocket. Putting her arms around his neck, she kissed him passionately. ‘I have a feeling that you might need to see this room again before committing to a box. Wednesday? Perhaps around 2:00. It’s pretty slow then.’
‘I think you’re right,’ he replied.
The End
Nice short story bro otamay , how I wish here in Sillypore also got this type of service ………kekekekekeke .
Got anymore ?
Good evening bro birdie and otamay……wah bros, now all into stories liao……tks bros for sharing…..
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David_Ginola
Good evening bro birdie and otamay……wah bros, now all into stories liao……tks bros for sharing…..
Bro D_G lai liao arh ……..me bo bian duno how to post pictures mah ……kekekekkeke