by Iona Nixon
With a final thrust of my hips, I reached my climax. It took all of my power to not scream out loud.
As I slumped against the side of my desk and tried to compose myself, Brittany stood up and we began caressing each other and kissing deeply. I was intoxicated with everything about her – the way she felt, her smell, her taste. I completely forgot where I was. I pulled off her tight blouse and started kissing and fondling her big, soft tits.
"So, the guy gets sucked off. What does the girl get out of the deal?" I asked.
"After she takes care of the guy, he has to do whatever she asks, no matter how weird it seems," she whispered in my ear.
"OK, that's fair. What should I do?"
"Don't worry, I'll show you."
With that, she hopped onto my desk and got down on all fours with her ass in the air and her face against the desk.
I started stroking and caressing her curvy ass as I pulled her thong panties down to her knees.
Brittany arched her back and opened her legs expectantly. Her shaved pussy was right at my eye level. It was glistening, the lips open. Just above, her tiny puckered asshole seemed to be opening ever so slightly as well. I noticed that it had a soft little circle of blond hair around it. I began stroking her pussy with one hand and her ass with the other as she moaned softly and squirmed.
"Do you like that?" I whispered to her.
"Yes, yes, keep touching me just like that." I found her clit and increased my rhythm.
"Oooh yes, baby. Just like that," Brittany moaned, "now put your finger in my butt."
I was surprised, to say the least. No one had ever touched ME there before. Of course, I knew some couples had anal sex, but I had always assumed the girl did it just to please the guy. Brittany was saying that she actually wanted my finger in her ass.
Intrigued, I pushed my middle finger into her tight little asshole. Fortunately, she was pretty wet, so it slid right in.
Brittany immediately responded by thrusting back on my finger in rhythm to my other hand stroking her pussy. "Oh, God – that feels great. Put another finger in," she said. I complied.
Now she was doing most of the work. I had two fingers of my left hand in her ass, and I was stroking her clit with my right. She was bucking back and forth pretty hard, panting and whimpering as she reached her climax.
With a final backward thrust that got my fingers as deep into her ass as they would go, Brittany came with a gasp. As she finished, I slid my fingers out from inside her. She immediately grabbed them and started sucking on them like they were a cock as I stroked her hair and kissed her.
"That was awesome, J.," she said, "just like my fantasies. I'm glad you liked my outfit. I wore it just for you."
We were both in a state of disarray. Brittany was wearing just her heels and her skirt hiked up to her stomach. My trousers and panties were down around my ankles, and I was still wearing my blouse and jacket. After a few minutes, my phone rang and brought us back to reality. "I guess playtime's over," Brittany giggled.
"Or maybe just begun," I thought as I reached for the phone. It seemed like every time I was open to a new experience, something good happened to me. I couldn't wait to try the things that Brittany showed me.
The End.
Oh No She Didn't
Carmen returned from the supermarket -- to find Jake, up and about, in the kitchen, no less. Wearing sweats instead of pajamas.
Surprised, she said, "Hi."
He smiled at her. "Hey."
Carmen laughed, "Feeling better?"
"Yeah. I feel like I've turned a corner or something. I was just making something for a late breakfast. Hope you don't mind. I'm hungry."
"Of course I don't mind. I would imagine you must be starving."
"Just about." He shut off the stove. "Here, you want some?"
She took the wooden spoon he offered and took a taste of the corned beef hash he'd made. "Mm. Yum."
"Want to join me for breakfast?"
"Sure!"
Five minutes later, they sat down for breakfast. Jake didn't say very much, as he was too busy ravenously shoveling food into his mouth. Carmen didn't say anything at first, because this was the first good meal he'd eaten since he'd come home. Matter of fact, if she blinked, the food disappeared.
Carmen said, "Where did you put all that?"
Sheepishly, Jake said, "In the other leg. Sorry."
Carmen laughed. "Oh, Jake. I'm just glad you're hungry."
"Me, too. What did you get at the store?"
"Dinner for tonight." Carmen ate in silence for a few minutes. "Jake?"
"Yeah, Carmen?"
"Do you mind if I go see my boyfriend this afternoon? It's been a few days since I've last seen him."
"Don't mind at all."
A couple of hours after breakfast, Carmen went into the guest bedroom, pulled out her red shirtdress, some lingerie, and headed up the hall to the bathroom.
She went into the bathroom, rubbed herself down with baby oil, and put on her makeup. She gave her pussy a thorough examination as well. It was still smooth, from the last time she shaved it. Maybe Bobby would want to give her oral this time, although she doubted it. Bobby, like other black men she knew, never seemed to want to eat her pussy, although he was never shy about asking her to suck his cock.
But that was why she kept enjoying a friends-with-benefits relationship with Samantha. She at least was always willing to satisfy.
Carmen slipped the birth control sponge inside her pussy, and put on a little something-something for Bobby, namely a red lace demi-cup push-up bra, and crotch-less red panties, each with a dainty little red satin bow in the exact front center.
Finally, she put on her dress, and stepped out of the bathroom.
She came out of the bathroom, and glided back down the hall to the guest bedroom, where she put on a pair of diamond-stud earrings, and slipped on her boots, then checked her purse for all the essentials, and headed back into the hallway. She stopped at the doorway to Jake's bedroom. She saw Jake sitting on his bed, and felt a tiny pang of...something.
Jake asked, "Is there any hot water left?"
Laughing a little, she said, "Yes, of course there is. I'd imagine you're feeling a little grungy, too, huh?"
"Yeah. I want to take a shower."
Carmen casually slung the strap of her purse over her shoulder. "I won't be very long. Just a couple of hours."
"No worries. Just be back before dinner."
"Okay. Are you sure you'll be okay?"
"Yes, I'm fine. Just be careful and drive safely."
Carmen smiled. "I promise."
Keys jingling and heels clicking, she went up the hallway.
Carmen left the house, walked directly to her car, and drove away.
Heart pounding like a trip-hammer, she felt her pussy become wet. The closer she got, the wetter she got. Bobby was her boyfriend, and she did miss him.
Fifteen minutes later, she pulled up to his apartment building, killed the ignition, got out, locked her door, and walked directly for his apartment.
She thought she heard bedsprings squeaking, as she walked up the steps to his front door. She blushed, thinking someone else besides her was having a good afternoon. Bobby had given her an extra key to his apartment. She slid that key easily into the lock and turned it. The door opened silently.
She stepped inside with equal silence; the carpeted floor muffled the sounds of her high-heeled boots. But when she closed the door, it closed with an audible click.
And now she could hear the moaning. Loud and clear.
The moaning-and-bedsprings symphony paused suddenly. Carmen stopped, hand on her mouth, right where she was, and held her breath, not even daring to exhale.
A breathless female voice whispered, "Bobby?"
Bobby's voice said, "What? Why are you stopping?"
"I thought I heard something."
"Don't worry about it."
"Didn't you say your girlfriend Carmen has a key?"
"I said, forget it."
"But don't you want--"
"No, I want you to put my cock back in your pussy!"
"Okay!"
Carmen heard a new noise -- a sharp intake of breath, a gasp.
The symphony resumed.
Judging by the high-pitched, nasal quality of the female voice, he was fucking a white woman. Carmen's pussy was wet no longer. Anger boiled in the pit of her stomach.
But her anger was the cold type. She wasn't the type to go in the bedroom and confront him, most unusual for a black woman. Instead, she sat on his couch in the darkness, not even bothering to turn on the lamp. She folded her arms over her breasts, and crossed her legs, bobbing one leg up and down idly. And waited for him to finish fucking this white girl.
Might as well give him her key back, since she was here. Yeah, she could have just left the key, and sent him a text message. But that would be too easy.
She wanted to see his face. Wanted him to see her face.
She had not even a passing interest in a threesome -- not with her ex-boyfriend and this no-booty skinny white girl, at least.
Carmen was impressed, as she glanced at the time on her cell phone. Bobby was lasting a long time. But she had no interest in knowing how he was lasting so long, either. She just wanted to break up with him, and get back to the house.
She waited ten minutes for the symphony to conclude. The rhythm of the squeaking bedsprings got fast, then slowed down, then got fast, then slowed down. Then faster -- and stopped. The moaning followed the cadence of the squeaking, reached a crescendo, and subsided.
It didn't turn her on in the slightest. She had to press her lips together to stifle the noises of contempt in her mouth. She was glad the lamp wasn't on.
Then the conversation in the bedroom turned to more mundane matters. She heard the woman say, "Bobby, honey?"
"Yeah, Wendy?"
"Can you get me a glass of water, please?"
"Did I wear you out, baby?"
"Oh, god, did you ever. I'm glad Jake broke up with me."
Carmen had to cover her mouth. Jake! Oh, Jake.
"So am I."
"Good."
"So you see what I mean now about black cock?"
"Yes, I do, believe me. Just don't choke me with that thing next time when I'm going down on you."
Bobby chuckled. "Yeah, well, you shouldn't be so good at sucking dick."
"Thanks. I think."
"Be right back."
"Okay."
She heard the sheets rustling. Then a grunt as Bobby put on a pair of shorts. She was glad for that. She didn't want to see him naked, with his wet dick hanging down between his legs.
Finally, he came out into the kitchen. Bobby still looked the same, five-ten, solid frame, chocolate skin, black hair worn in wild dreadlocks.
Carmen reached out and snapped on the lamp on the side table next to her.
Bobby nearly jumped out of his skin. He rasped out, "Carmen?"
She stood. Time to end this circus. "Yes."
He frantically shushed her. "Keep it down!"
"What, Bobby? Don't you want your girlfriend to know I'm here?"
"Carmen, you're my girlfriend."
She shook her head. "If you're fucking another woman behind my back, then I'm obviously not your girlfriend."
"What are you doing here, anyway?"
She kept her voice to a whisper. "I came down here to surprise you. Looks like I was the one who got surprised, huh?"
"Carmen, this isn't what it looks like."
She didn't even bother to dignify that lie with a response. She just shook her head, and laughed. Then she gently put her spare key in his hand.
And walked out the door.
Only a single tear ran down her cheek as she left his apartment and quickly walked across the parking lot, her boot heels clicking rapidly on the asphalt.
But she wasn't too sad. Because she had been able to break up with Bobby. On her terms. For her own reasons. And if anybody asked her what those reasons were, she would be all too happy to tell them.
And now, as she sat in her car, she thought of poor Jake, and her pussy got warm and wet all over again.
And fresh tears began coursing down her cheeks.
She wiped her tears away. But they weren't for her. Her tears were for Jake. She wanted to go back to the house, find Jake, and make soft tender love to him, so soft and so tender, he would think he'd died and gone to Heaven. But not to get back at Bobby. She wanted to get back at Wendy.
She reached in her purse for her keys, and slid them into the ignition.
And then stopped before she turned the key.
I have to call Samantha.
Carmen reached into her purse for her cell phone.
"Thank you for calling the Darryl Strawberry agency. My name is Samantha, how may I direct your call?"
Carmen sniffed. "You can start by saying I told you so."
"Carmen?"
She wiped her tears away. "Yeah. It's me."
"Are you okay, sweetheart? You sound strange. Is Jake okay?"
"Yeah. Jake's okay. I'm not so hot."
"Baby, what's the matter?"
"I went to find Bobby. I found Bobby."
"Was he fooling around on you?"
"Yes. And you'll never guess who with."
"Who?"
"Jake's ex-girlfriend Wendy."
There was a loud gasp. "That son of a bitch! Her, too!"
"Yeah."
"Well, I can't really say this is a surprise."
"Yeah. I know."
"But, I have to admit, I didn't see that coming. They're made for each other."
"I guess. But you know what this means, Samantha?"
"What Cici?"
"I'm free to follow my heart."
"Just follow your promise, too."
"Yeah." She hung up and sighed. So much for making soft tender love.
Twenty minutes later, she pulled into the driveway of Jake's house, put on the parking brake, and turned off the ignition, sighing again.
She berated herself for her earlier moment of weakness. It would be so wrong to make love to Jake, on so many levels, it wouldn't even stand up to minor contemplation. She had, after all, made a promise. And he was a client, even if it was unofficial.
Nope, she definitely wasn't going to go there.
But still, the fantasy lingered in her mind. And she couldn't get it out!
Carmen could still feel the warmth emanating from her pussy, as she got out of the car and walked up the driveway to the front door.
The screen and the front doors were still closed and locked. As quietly as possible, she unlocked the door and went inside.
To darkness.
No lights, no television. Not even the computer was on.
"Jake?"
She stood there a few moments, waiting for her eyes to adjust. As quietly as possible in the dark, she went to the lamp by the door, and snapped it on.
She put her purse on the couch. Then she walked across the room, and down the hall, and stopped at the doorway to Jake's bedroom.
Carmen smiled fondly, her head tilted slightly.
He was laying there on his back, his chest rising and falling in a slow, steady, placid pace. He had apparently done as he'd said he would, and taken a shower. All he wore was a towel, and hadn't bothered to cover himself with a blanket. She couldn't help but stare, because she could see for herself that he apparently worked out regularly. His torso was lean, muscular, and ripped. His arms and legs were lean and muscular, as well.
But that wasn't all she could see. The towel he had around his waist had come loose, thanks to a visible tent in the towel. She blushed, her mouth open a little.
Well, someone's having sweet dreams!
Carmen's mouth started to water. She licked her lips.
Her brain was screaming at her, to turn around, go back up the hallway, go watch television, go read, go take a cold shower, go do something!
To do anything else, except what she wanted to do.
But she couldn't move. Her legs wouldn't obey the commands her brain sent. Or maybe her brain didn't want to go back up the hallway, either.
Carmen smiled to herself. This would be the first time her brain, her heart, and her libido were all on the same page!
It felt good, too.
In silence, she slipped off her boots, and left them in the hallway. Then she stepped inside the room. Barefoot, she approached the bed. In slow motion, she climbed on the bed, crawled across to where Jake lay, and pulled the towel away, completely exposing his pale flesh.
His cock was gloriously erect and upright, pointing straight to the ceiling. It was the same pale milky white color as the rest of him, the head pink and swollen, the shaft smooth, except for veins on the surface. She couldn't tell the size in inches, but it had nice girth, and suitable length.
Knowing there would be no going back, but still wanting Jake very much, she reached over, and enclosed her slender brown fingers around his white cock.
The contrast was beautiful!
Yes, he was magnificently erect, his penis stiff to the touch, the flesh firm in her fingers. Not holding back anymore, she started jacking him off.
Using both her soft fingers and her long nails, she ran her hand slowly up and down his shaft, feeling the smooth pale skin. His cock hardened even more.
Her mouth was watering so much it almost hurt. Not waiting a second longer, she bent down and took his cock in her mouth. She wasn't shy in the least, taking as much of him in her mouth as she could, and left a ring of red lipstick around his cock for good measure.
She thought he would be awake by now, and risked a look up, as she sucked him. Nope, the poor thing, still sacked out.
She also thought she would be satisfied with just sucking his cock.
She was wrong there, too. And she didn't dare try to get out of bed to get her purse from the couch, where she kept the unopened box of condoms. They might as well have been on the moon.
Fortunately, she still had the sponge in her pussy. Glancing at his alarm clock, she did some quick figuring in her mind -- making a decision.
That decision was that Jake Dixon, would be her first white man. She unbuttoned her dress, shrugged out of it, and pulled it off her shoulders, and down her arms. The fabric slipped from her baby-oiled body effortlessly.