by Imani King
On the walk back to my house he surprised me again by renting a tandem bicycle for the two of us to ride along the beach-front trails. Of course, neither of us could master the darn thing. At first we tried it with him in the front steering the handle bars but we kept falling over. Then, we switched and tried me in front without much success either. We both laughed so hard, we could barely peddle.
Blaize was a wonderful date and uncharacteristically gentlemanly; and for the first time since I met him, there wasn’t some underlying dirty joke beneath every word he said… But time was running out and it was inevitable; He was going to escort me home and then it was going to be time to decide if I would………. “let him come in” so to speak. I guess the bottom line was: How did I really feel about him?Did I trust him not to take my heart and smash it to pieces?
The summer sun was lowering over the Pacific when we reached my front door. Blaize immediately inquired about Tiffany.
“Do you think she’s home yet?”
“No. She would have the windows and door open, just like yesterday. She always invites the cool breeze inside when she’s home.”
Blaize took me in his arms on the front porch and gazed deeply into my eyes.
“I had a fantastic time today, Chelsea. Thanks for riding the ferris wheel with me.”
He kissed me long and hard and passionately. I kissed him back with equal desire. My heart pounded in my chest. There was no turning back now. No use resisting. I wanted him unconditionally and I could feel his hardness pressing into me, requesting sweet release.
We barreled through the front door, still locked face to face in our kiss, leaving a trail of our clothes and shoes behind us as we stumbled through the house and into my room. I fell backwards onto my bed with Blaize on top of me, our bodies entwined. I was completely stripped to my skin and all that remained on him was his blue polo shirt. He let me cast it off him this time, and I threw it across the room. I gazed up in awe at the gorgeous man above me. His beautiful face and perfect physical form were straight out of Greek mythology. He stared down at me with his dark blazing eyes, carefully deliberating which part of me he wanted to take first.
I bit my lower lip in anticipation. I wanted this so badly, even though every instinct I had told me it was wrong. Maybe I wanted it because it was wrong. I knew his reputation as a womanizing playboy. But I wanted to let loose with a man who knew limitless, unrepentant pleasure and practiced it to perfection. Blaize would show me the passion and excitement I’d been missing. I needed this more than I’d ever admit out loud to anyone.
His unrelenting tongue demanded that I surrender to his kiss. From the beginning, I had wondered what it would be like to be ravished by him, and now I was going to find out. He was right, nobody had ever fucked me properly. Nobody had ever made me come with their mouth like he had done last night, and I desperately wanted to know what he could do with his cock…
“Fuck I’ve been wanting you so bad, Chelsea. From the moment I saw you, I’ve wanted you,” Blaize whispered into the nape of my neck. He ran his fingers through my hair, as he studied my face with a tender sense of awe. My naked body trembled with desire as I waited tentatively beneath him.
His mouth seized my nipples and feasted on my breasts. I squealed as he sucked and swirled his tongue over each one. My back arched and offered him more for the taking. He cupped them both in his strong manly hands as his face lowered between my thighs.
I wrapped both of my legs around his shoulders as he plunged his exploring tongue inside my quivering pussy once again. I pulled on his hair while he lapped my velvety moist folds, blissfully closing his eyes as he tasted my creaminess. My hips gyrated wildly as he masterfully swiped and flicked my clit. Blaize was merciless, pulling on my petals with his lips while I whimpered and moaned his name, completely swept away, my eyes rolling back in my head. I rode his striking tongue, orgasming almost to exhaustion.
“Fuck me Blaize………..please fuck me now!”
In an instant, he positioned himself over me and fisted his colossal cock in his hand. I could feel the heat of his eyes and the fierceness of his desire as he licked his lips while surveying my breathless body.
“Fuck! How I’ve longed to hear you say that, Chelsea. Your wish is my command, sweetness.”
“I’m so wet for you, Blaize.”
“Don’t I fuckin’ know it! I’m going to make you come all over this, now.”
Blaize proudly stroked his hot dick a couple of times to further arouse me. His physique was incredibly chiseled, with abs that visibly tightened with each stroke. My pussy ached for him and my hips arched upward inviting every massive inch he had inside of me. I opened my legs further to allow him full and easy access to everything I had been guarding.
He poked two fingers into my tight entrance and my body immediately clamped down in delight. He teased my inner walls and tickled my hot spot while I squirmed and giggled.
“You’ve got the tightest fucking pussy I’ve ever felt in my life.”
My body tightened around his fingers, clenching harder with each sensual touch. He was driving me to the edge and he knew it.
I reached out to touch his amazing dick and wrapped my fingers around its girth, relishing in the moisture that was glistening on the head. It was one impressive but intimidating weapon. I massaged it from tip to base, admiring his heavy balls cupped in my other hand. I was tired of waiting for his cock, so I gave his whole package a firm and beseeching squeeze to let him know it was time.
“Please Blaize……..I need your cock inside me now!”
“Happy to oblige…… my hot little vixen.”
He couldn’t resist torturing me a little bit more by sliding the searing enlarged head of his shaft repeatedly against my clit a few times. His eyes narrowed with deliberation like that of a jungle cat about to pounce.
“Blaize, stop teasing me!” I pleaded.
Then, in one swift forceful movement he took cock in hand and slid it deftly into my yearning engorged slit as he growled, “You’re mine now, Chelsea.” My name had never sounded so fucking sinful and I loved it.
He slowly pushed his cock into me, momentarily taking my breath away. I felt his entire length gradually filling my tightness as I gripped his rippling biceps for dear life. He spread my legs wider and pushed them back almost to my ears, driving himself the rest of the way in with a final stab and a grunt.
“Oh my god, Blaize!” I gasped.
“Chelsea, you feel so fucking amazing!”
He leaned into me and seized me in his powerful arms as he thrust himself deep inside of me, over and over until I could barely breathe. He held me tightly as he fucked me with intense, hard strokes and then took it down to long, slow teasing ones. He was a maestro at unraveling me.
I anchored my fingernails into his shoulders as his pulsating muscle dug deep into my core. I could feel him thickening with each thrust. So, this is what wild, primal, animalistic sex was like? I couldn’t have picked a more masterful teacher.
Blaize had the strength and stamina of a machine! His hips moved with a piston-like rhythm forcing my clenching pussy to squeeze and milk him while I lay pinned between him and the bed.
“Chelsea, I’m gonna come pretty soon baby!”
“Yes! Please come………I want your hot cum inside me Blaize!”
My hips bucked uncontrollably upon feeling the first powerful wave of heat released into me. I was half delirious and half unconscious, immediately coming simultaneously. His manic thrusts got rougher each time he crashed into me, nipping my neck and pulling on my hair.
I arched upward and moaned his name as the massive head of his dick expanded with the next burst of warmth between my legs. Our bodies heaved and rolled in perfect unison, rising and falling like thunderous waves onto a beach. I could feel his ultimate climax building along with my own until the final torrential flow rushed out of us both.
Blaize tensed, shuddered and groaned my name one last time, before coming to r
est in my arms. We were both totally and satisfyingly exhausted. Together, we fell asleep entangled in a sweet, sweaty, sticky heap of naked body parts.
21
Blaize
A light tapping sound woke me from my magnificent dream. I couldn’t remember the exact details of my reverie, only that I was eating platefuls of French chocolate truffles and my appetite was insatiable. I continued to eat the delectable sweets until I came hard in my trousers.
The tapping continued and the bedroom door slowly creaked open. I shook off my sleepiness and suddenly realized where I was and what I was doing there. Chelsea Dixon lay sleeping next to me with her beautiful head resting on my shoulder. My dream made sense to me now. The door pushed open a little wider and Tiffany’s face gradually peered into the shadowy room.
“Chels? Are you in there? Are you sleeping?”
She entered the room and stood at the foot of the bed, mouth open and wide-eyed.
“Oh my god! Holy Moly! I’m so sorry, you guys! Pretend you didn’t even see me! I’ll just leave you two alone now!” She slammed the door shut behind her with a loud bang.
Chelsea instantly sat up, looking somewhat mortified.
“Poor Tiffany. She seemed embarrassed. What time is it Blaize? It’s dark outside!”
“It’s 8 o’clock. What do you want to do? Do you want me to spend the night or would you rather I leave?”
“Tiff and I have a tremendous amount of baking to do tomorrow, especially since we goofed off today. I have a feeling if you spend the night, I won’t get much sleep…….”
Chelsea bit her lower lip and gave me the most devilish little smile, immediately stiffening my cock. She looked at me and laughed.
“See what I mean? Would you mind leaving? I’d kind of like to talk to Tiffany alone, also.”
“No, not at all. I’m perfectly cool with it, actually. Most women demand that I spend the night and get extremely bent out of shape when I don’t. This is quite a refreshing change. Of course, you’re not like most women, are you? Can I use your shower before I go?”
“Sure. Go head. Give it a minute for the water to get hot.”
“I plan to take a cold shower, honey. Unless you’re willing to join me?”
Chelsea gave me a long sultry kiss on the lips before rejecting me.
“Nothing would please me more, Blaize. Believe me… I just don’t want Tiffany feeling uncomfortable or disrespected in her own home. She is my very best friend and I want to make sure she’s cool with us being…….intimate……..in the house, when she’s here. The walls of this old house aren’t exactly sound-proof. You understand?”
“Absolutely. Don’t give it another thought. You’re completely right. She might think I’m beating you in here, with all your loud panting and screaming. And we don’t need her calling the cops, now do we?”
Chelsea’s eyes followed me out of bed and across the room, as I proudly strutted my stuff to the bathroom. I could almost feel the heat from her stare burning a hole in my skin.
“Blaize, I’m curious…. I couldn’t help but notice what great condition you’re in. You’re in unbelievable shape for such a self-indulgent man. How do you do it? With all that rich food and fine wine and partying lifestyle?”
I walked slowly and deliberately back to the bed and stood naked before her, hoping to get her to take my cock again.
“I have a full gym in my villa. When I’m working elsewhere, I often hire a personal trainer. I’m actually quite disciplined when it comes to exercise. Which I assume, just by looking at you, you are too. You don’t keep that hot little body tight and fit without diligently working out. I see how many pastries you eat! And speaking of working out, shall we have another round?”
I bent over to kiss her but she threw the covers over her head and wiggled away from me to the other side of the bed.
“Please, Blaize. This is hard enough for me; sending you away when I really want you to stay.”
“Hard enough? Did I hear you say hard enough?”
Chelsea’s curiosity got the best of her. She peered out from under the sheet, knowing full well she’d see some kind of immature antics on display.
She was right of course. I couldn’t help myself. I swirled my hips around in circles, making my dick swing back and forth like an elephant trunk.
“Is this hard enough?”
“Oh my god Blaize! Go shower, please!”
I dejectedly headed back toward the bathroom. But I knew Chelsea’s strong resolve was due to the unwavering love and respect she had for her friend.
“Oh Blaize, one more thing…..”
I stopped and turned back around toward her with an expression of hope……
“I also couldn’t help but notice you don’t have a single tattoo.”
“Are you disappointed? Are you a big tattoo fan? If you are……. I can get some.” I smiled playfully.
“No. And don’t you dare get any! It’s wonderful to finally see a real man with an unadorned, unspoiled, clean, mean physique.”
“Thank you. That’s nice to hear. I completely agree. Putting a tattoo on this body would be like spray painting graffiti on Michelangelo’s David.”
I winked at her in jest. She was really something. I felt like I wanted to please her in any way that I could. The feeling scared me a little.
The thought of a cold shower sounded terrible, so I made it hot instead. My raging hard-on demanded immediate relief and beating-off in a hot shower seemed so much kinder than extinguishing the poor thing in a harsh, punishing cold one. Nobody could ever accuse me of not loving myself!
Chelsea and Tiffany were chatting in the living room, by the time I finished getting ready. I slid my wristwatch on and headed out to them, apparently interrupting their private girl-talk. Tiffany giggled nervously over in the corner of the couch.
“I’m sorry if I caused you any embarrassment earlier, Tiffany. How’s your mother, by the way?”
“Don’t worry about it Blaize. After all, you two are engaged! My mom’s fine, thanks for asking. She said she was having pains in her chest, so I was worried she was having a heart attack or something. Turns out, she just pulled a muscle in her chest while water-skiing. The doctor said that happens a lot with big-breasted women.”
“Your mom is, endowed, is she?”
“Oh boy, is she ever! I like to use the word super-boobular!”
“You crack me up Tiffany.”
“Have you seen Rolande lately? I texted him this afternoon while I was in San Diego but he didn’t reply. I was just wondering.”
“As a matter-a-fact, I haven’t seen him all weekend. But I have been a bit pre-occupied with other matters. I’m hoping to be able to discuss some business with him tonight.”
Chelsea walked me to the door and passionately kissed me good-bye. Her soft breasts pushed into my chest through her silk robe. I wanted to take her right there on the living room floor. We said our farewells and I told I’d call her tomorrow. I walked back to the marina on a cloud.
Rolande was asleep on the sofa in the boat salon. He had dozed off with the TV on and it was blaring pretty loudly; some ridiculous reality show with an array of stupid people eating weird things for money. What will these crazy Americans think of next?
I turned the flat screen off and sat down on the couch, nudging Rolande in the ribs with my elbow.
“Hey, dick head! Wake up! What have you been up to all weekend?”
Rolande woke with a loud snort and yawned in my face.
“Oh hey Blaize. I went to this awesome party down in Orange County yesterday….. Newport Beach area. I ended up staying down there a bit longer than I had planned. The women were fucking wild! You should have been there, buddy. What did you end up doing?”
“The correct question is not what did I end up doing. It’s who did I end up doing?”
Rolande suddenly perked up.
“Are you serious? Don’t tell me you finally bagged your prey, Chelsea Dixon! She is hot! I�
��m all ears. Let’s have the details!”
“I’m sorry. I know you’re not going to like hearing this, but details are out of the question.”
“Are you kidding me, Blaize? I practically live for your details. Your details have helped me score with chicks more times than I can count. You’re like my own personal Jedi Sex Master. Please, I need your continued guidance, oh Wise One.”
“No, Rolande. I’m completely serious about this. Chelsea is not just some piece of tail, to me. In fact, I’ve never felt this way about any other woman. I think this might actually be the real thing. Dare I even say it? L-O-V-E, Rolande!”
“Wow. This is terrible. Really terrible, Blaize. You’re a wealthy French playboy for god’s sake! You have a reputation to uphold!”
“I have to admit it’s somewhat disconcerting. Being in love means being vulnerable. But it’s also incredibly marvelous, to feel this way about a woman. To truly respect all that she is. Perhaps I’m outgrowing my playboy ways……”
“Oh, I don’t like hearing this. I’ve gotten used to feeding off of your scraps!”
“I happen to know you do quite well on your own. It sounds like that party you were just at was quite fruitful for you.”
“American women do love a French accent, I must say. I get a lot of mileage out of just being French. They don’t even seem to care that I’m bald.”
“Bald is in, my shiny-scalped friend! At least half the American athletes and musicians have no hair whatsoever. Of course, they shave their heads rather than……..well you know what I mean.”
“Sure Blaize. You can make fun of poor schmucks like me. You’ve got ample hair, ample money, ample dick, ample charm, ample everything!”
“Well, we can’t all be me, now can we! Speaking of which, let’s get back to me and my possible new-found adulthood. Do you think this is a phase or am I really contemplating settling down?”
“You’re 35 years-old. Maybe you feel your biological man-clock ticking?”
“Man-clock? No, Rolande. I don’t think I even have one of those. Time has never had much meaning to me.”