by Omar Tyree
“I’m talking about the being left stranded on the side of the road part,” he stated with a chuckle. “A gentleman wouldn’t do that. I’m gonna take you back home.”
Queen smiled into his handsome brown face and continued to tease him. “But that’s only after you get this good pussy, right? I see you didn’t leave that part out.”
She was curious to see how he would take her if she ever became bluntly raw with him.
“Hey, umm . . . ladies don’t talk like that,” he finally told her with a pause.
“And ladies don’t get your dick as hard as it is right now either, do they?”
“Is that what you’re trying to do?”
“Is it working?”
“Yeah, it’s working.”
“All right then. I’m just trying to prove my point.”
“And what point it that?”
“That you don’t underestimate me,” she told him. “Because if I need to be that bitch, I will be that bitch. If I need to be that ho, I will be that ho. And if I need to be that studious, panties all up my ass nerd, virgin or whatever, then I will be that shit too. You get me?”
Bryant was shocked. He had to pause before he could even nod. He mumbled, “Okay.” What else could a man say to all of that?
Queen grinned in her conclusion. She said, “Shit, I’m from West Baltimore, and I already know what I need to do to make things happen. My mother sent me to Catholic and Private schools to make sure I knew how to change things up.”
Bryant took it all in without a word. He was originally from outside of Baltimore, a suburban-raised kid who’s story wasn’t as hardened. And although he liked the young woman’s chutzpah, he began to wonder if he could ever handle her long-term. The more he got to know her, the more domineering she seemed to get. Bryant didn’t know if he could take all of that.
Realizing that she had shook him into silent, Queen backed down and became sweet. She slid her left hand gently down his right thigh and promised him, “We’re gonna have a good time tonight. Okay? I’m gonna get back to being a real lady now . . . Then later on I’ll be a naughty girl,” she added with a mischievous grin. She couldn’t help but toy with the man. It was in her nature, and Bryant was giving her the opportunity to do so with his reserved silence.
Finally, he spoke up again. “What are you acting?” Maybe she was a bit too complicated for his normal tastes.
“No, I’m just being all the different parts of me. Don’t you have other parts? I mean, we all change up when we need to, right?”
Bryant shook it off. “No, I’m the same guy all the time. Consistency, right? That’s what you said you wanted.”
Queen smiled and chuckled. “And you’re smart too, I do want that.”
She grinned at him to soften the mood as they turned into the Maryland County Mall and headed toward the movie theater parking lot. And as they walked, hand in hand in their blue jeans toward the megaplex theater, Queen began to plot out her evening of intentions with him.
Yeah, he’s a real sweetheart, she told herself. I can see myself being with him for awhile, especially since he has money. But I may have scared him with too much information too fast. He got all quiet on me. But he still needs to know who I am if we’re gonna be serious. So I know exactly what I need to do now, give him some good pussy tonight and then fall back to see how he responds to me being gone. I’ll just fake it like I’m extra busy for awhile. And once his ass starts fiending for me, I’ll play the guilty girl role and lock his ass up.
She didn’t know if it all would work, but she surely had the plans for it.
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They sat through the action-packed Wesley Snipes film, U.S. Marshalls, as closely as a couple could sit in separate chairs. They shared each other’s hands, arms and legs, along with popcorn, soda and Skittles. All the while, Queen thought of how she would ride him into a frenzy once she had gotten him back home to her bedroom. But when the movie was over, Bryant went back to being too quiet for comfort.
“What did you think about the movie?” she asked him as they crossed the parking lot to the car.
Bryant grinned and shrugged. “That’s Wesley.” But his movie date with Queen had him conflicted. He didn’t know if he wanted to try her or not. She was an unexpected puzzle; too outspoken to be easy and too clever to run game on.
I don’t really know what I want to do with this girl, he pondered. Is she trying to fuck or what? I feel like she’s just toying with me. And I can’t have that shit.
“You know Wesley likes foreign women like that in real life,” she commented.
“Yeah, I know,” he told her.
“And what do you think about that? Wesley got no love for the sisters?”
Bryant shrugged. “To each his own.” Wesley Snipes’ love life was the farthest thing from his mind. At the moment, he was more concerned about his own situation.
Queen took in his pensive mood and smiled to herself. Guys can be such big babies when they can’t have what they want. He must think I’m not gonna fuck him tonight, she assumed. He makes me want to send his ass home with no pussy for real if he’s gonna act all like that. His past women must have spoiled with me.
“What’s wrong?” she finally asked him to amuse herself. She already figured what his problem was. She had gotten the man all hot and bothered, and he was still uncertain about the payoff. In the meantime, she had given him a pair of blue balls from his erection pressing up against his jeans that night. He even admitted it to her.
“I’m just thinking about how much work I have to do over this weekend,” he lied to her. “I have a couple of investment projections that are due for next week.”
Oh, that’s bullshit! Queen thought with a smile. Do you hear this bullshit he’s trying to pull? Guys are a real trip. Now watch this . . .
“You mean you can’t stay over tonight?” she asked him innocently.
That got the man’s full attention, quick. “You don’t have anything to do in the morning?”
Queen shrugged. “Get up and cook you breakfast, I guess.”
Bryant broke into a smile. She was really working him over. He stopped cold in the parking lot and asked her straight up, “Are you bullshitting me?”
She grinned and continued walking toward the car. “I’ll guess you’ll find out, won’t you?”
The big, boyish smile returned to Bryant’s handsome face as he opened his car doors with a remote key.
“You’re something else, you know that, right? A big damn tease,” he told her. He climbed back behind the wheel of his car with a little more energy. At least he knew what it was now.
She’s a big damn flirt! he told himself.
And you seem like a big damn crybaby, she mused to herself. But she didn’t want to scare him stiff again with too much information. A man’s ego could be fragile when up against the full knowledge of a woman. So she allowed Bryant a chance to drive and feel in control of his destiny, when she had been in control of it the whole time. A man with a hard dick was vulnerable to a woman’s many ploys.
It’s gonna be too easy to get him, Queen assumed. I’m starting to feel bored with it already.
Sure enough, she got the man home to her duplex apartment and led him up to her room to relax nice and comfortably on her soft bed.
She stretched out over top of him with a gentle kiss on the lips. “Are you sure you don’t want to rush back home and get started on that little project of yours?”
He grinned. “I umm . . . can get started on that tomorrow.”
“I know you can,” she muttered with a chuckle and another kiss. “So . . . you want me to take my panties off or what?”
Bryant was so excited by her mental foreplay, he felt his dick would break in half or suffocate if he didn’t get it out of his pants soon. He readjusted Queen’s body on top of him and moved his Johnson to the right side of his pants leg.
“If it can’t breathe, then take it out,” she teased him.
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sp; That was sweet music to the man’s ears. He unbuckled his belt, pulled down his zipper, tugged down his striped boxers, and released his seven inches of brown wood to the world.
“Wheewww, God, that feels good,” he moaned.
Queen immediately took it into her fingertips and toyed with it and until sparks of excitement wet his helmet.
“Oh, shit, your fingers are so soft,” he told her.
“What am I supposed to have, ashy Brillo fingers?” she joked as she unzipped her jeans.
Floral-colored panties flashed into view, exciting him even more.
He smiled. “I like those panties. You got style.”
“You wanna pull ’em off, or you want me to do it?” she asked.
Bryant stared as if hypnotized. Queen had her panties right in his face as she leaned up in bed on her knees. She took off her bright, beaded t-shirt, revealing her color-coordinated bra.
Bryant began to peel her panties back slowly as if he was playing a game of peek-a-boo with her public hairs. Queen noticed his cautious hands and continued to smile.
“You wanna take a slow motion picture or what?”
Actually, the man was attempting to savor the moment of satisfaction or disappointment. He wanted Queen Tillis to have a perfect pussy; perfectly brown, perfectly positioned, and have a perfect scent, as he pealed down her panties with extreme anxiety.
But she wasn’t worried about her private parts disappointing him. With a fresh shave, impeccable hygiene, and even toned skin that was lotion soft to the touch, her shit was perfect. He just didn’t know it yet. So Queen relaxed with confidence and finally got to run her hands through his curly hair, like she had spent nights fantasizing of doing.
“Oh, nice,” he told her, revealing her treasure cave from her panties.
Oh, great, I got a pussy watcher. I bet he looks through magazines at white girls and pink pussy too.
Before she realized it, he began to finger her clit. Queen gripped his head and flexed.
“Feels like you have some good soft fingers,” she hinted. Now I wonder what your tongue action is like.
But instead of going down on her with his tongue, Bryant dug into his wallet from his jeans pocket and pulled out a condom.
She watched him open it and slide it down his shaft without comment.
Okay, so no oral action this first time, she mused as she freed her pert titties from her bra. She immediately pulled Bryant’s head into her breasts to lick and suck them, but he only bothered to indulge for a minute or two before attempting to wrestle her onto her back.
She stopped him, locking her arms and legs to hold her position on top.
“No, I’m on top,” she insisted. If you’re not gonna eat it, then I can at least make sure I cum the way I want to.
Bryant sighed and relaxed on his back. “I usually get more into it when I’m on top,” he told her.
Queen ignored him and slid his condom-covered erection into her treasure.
“Just shut up and trust me. I got this.”
The man even looked bored underneath her as she began a long pull and squeeze of her vagina on his cock.
Noticing his lack of interest, Queen began to spite him as she poured on the pressure.
This motherfucker’s an asshole! I’m glad I’m finding this shit out now instead of waiting until later. Then I would have really been pissed.
She spanked him with her athletic hips, gripping and pulling his hair until he began to feel something.
“Oh, shit,” he gasped, “you working it.”
Of course, you idiot! Why would I fuck you and not get what I need out of it? she continued to curse him. I’m not a damn rookie. But now I have to train your dumb ass, IF I even decide to keep you after this.
She had to pull his head into her breast again and grab his hands to at least touch her sensitive titties and finger her ass, while she did all of the heavy lifting on top of him. The man seemed incredibly lazy. He didn’t know how to kiss her neck, rub her hips, massage her lower back, squeeze her ass cheeks or anything.
Are you fucking kidding me?! Does he actually get away with this shit with other women? Who the hell was he dealing with?
Through her steady twisting, grinding, humping and touching herself, Queen was able to work things out on her own and bring herself to climax without his help. And it was stronger than she expected it to be.
“O-kay, o-kay, o-kay,” she moaned and grimaced as her juices loosened up and squirted him.
Feeling her pulsations against his pelvis excited Bryant as well. He reached up and hooked his arms around her shoulders to pull her down into him, jamming his erection as deeply as it would go.
“Now you fucking me, baby” she squealed and pulled his hair. “You want this pussy, right? Tell me you want this pussy.”
“Mmm hmm,” he hummed to her.
She yanked his head back by his hair and grunted, “Mmmpt mmm, say it. Say it!”
“Aahhh, shit,” he whined instead. He reached with both hands to pull her away from his hair right as his body began to jolt.
Feeling his hot, urgent movement beneath her, Queen squeezed her lip muscles tightly around his vibrating hard-on and pulled away from it to heighten his pleasure.
“You cummin’, baby? You wanna cum?”
“Awww, yeeah, don’t movvve,” he groaned.
Queen held her position and continued to squeeze her lips around his condom-covered dick as he held on tightly and jerked violently from his hips.
Woooo, she got some good ASS! he thought to himself as he exploded. And she knows how to USE IT! I usually don’t even cum from the bottom.
Queen was pleasantly surprised with how it ended herself.
Okay, that wasn’t all that bad, she admitted. But he’s gonna have to be much better than that and loosen up for next time . . . if there IS a next time. So let the games begin. I wanna see how he acts toward me now.
Working Her Plans
June 1998
On her way to her next class, where she had returned to school for summer graduate courses at Towson State, Queen was ready to ignore her cell phone for the third time when she noticed that it was Bryant calling her. She was walking in full stride across the sunny, green campus in a tan, business skirt suite and yellow dress shirt, opened at the top for a hint of cleavage and to display her gold chain. Three-inch, brown heels elevated her height to five-foot-eight again.
She answered Bryant’s call on the run as she had gotten accustomed to doing.
“Hey you?”
“Oh my God, she actually answered instead of calling me back and leaving messages.”
“Well, you know I’m in the middle of my classes.”
“Yeah, and how long are you gonna use that as an excuse? I’m in school too in case you’ve forgotten. And I still make time for you.”
“But you’re already used to it. I have to get back in the groove of this.”
“It’s not that hard. You do what you have to do and keep it moving. It’s not like you’re a freshman adjusting to life away from home and high school with a new social life again.”
You don’t know that, Queen thought to herself. I got professors pushing up on me now.
Of course, she couldn’t tell him that.
“Look, after you’re finished with your classes, let’s just go out and catch a bite to eat tonight,” he suggested.
She had to think about it. “Let me see how I feel after class.”
“So, you’re gonna call me?”
She hesitated. What the hell, if I don’t I don’t. “Yeah, I’ll call you.”
“What time?”
Queen grinned and shook her head against the phone. She had the man reaching in desperation. “I don’t know, around eight, I guess.”
“I’m gonna hold you to that.”
“I know you will. But let me go ahead and get to class now.”
She hung up the phone and thought about her new dilemma. Bryant was still marriage material,
he just wasn’t much of a challenge, and an unchallenged mind would often seek something more exciting elsewhere.
As she walked up the cement steps and into the campus building, she asked herself, Now what do I do about this teacher coming on to me? Would it be wrong to fuck him?
Her graduate studies sociology professor, Dr. Kelvin Blake, was an energetic black man in his late fifties, who looked twenty years younger. If not for his head of gray hair, no one would believe his age or credentials. Nevertheless, he was a very capable and qualified instructor who continued to attract more than professional interest from his female students, both young and old.
The man was a very stylish speaker, mixing his instruction with pieces of his past and present personal life, along with his off kilter opinions about everything. And at six-foot five, Dr. Blake was tall and wiry like a basketball player.
Dressed in a black suit with charcoal pinstripes and a lavender dress shirt with a deep purple tie, he moved fluidly throughout room. It didn’t even feel right to call him a “doctor.” Queen preferred to call him, “Mr. Blake” instead. It sounded sexier.
Taking her seat in the middle of the room, she immediately slipped into her frequent daydreams, inspired by her professor’s habit of dressing like a Wall Street tycoon. Matching her dress code with his, she figured they could make an interesting couple. That was how easily her mind could stray from one man to the next. It was all in her curious mind.
I can’t even imagine him taking his clothes off, she thought as she eyed Dr. Blake with a grin. He seems like the type that’ll fuck you over his desk with his zipper down.
She could rarely concentrate on studies while in the man’s intoxicating presence, especially with her belief that he liked her. But Dr. Blake seemed to like all of the pretty girls in his classes; white, black, Latina and foreign. He didn’t even try to hide it. And they all seemed to like him back.
This is so stereotypical, Queen told herself. He’s like an educated pimp in here. And I know that I shouldn’t even be thinking like that.
Nevertheless, raised in Catholic and Private schools, she had never had a black male teacher before, and definitely not one with so much swagger.