Lickin' License Part 2: More Sex, More Saga

by Intelligent Allah

  “Me too. Memories of me seeing you for the first time as you strolled into my PJs in them high heels. Memories of how I wanted to make you mine and give you the world, even though I was only working on locking down a block in Brooklyn. Memories of you in your shop. Memories of me just watching you. Everything from the way your sexy eyes squinted when you were mad to how that smile lit up your face every time Mary J. Blige came on.”

  Candy blushed. “You actually remember that?”

  Domingo's hands slid down to her butt. “I remember everything about you. I remember how I had to sit in that shop and tolerate Rich all over you when I knew I deserved you. When I knew I could please you.”

  Candy closed her eyes as Domingo's lips locked on hers. She felt a tingling sensation flow through her body. Everything that was wrong seemed right. His touch, the scent of his cologne, even the way he spoke with an air of confidence that said they were meant to be. She knew Domingo had waited years. He deserved her.

  As their lips parted, Domingo said, “We got a history too. It wasn't a physical thing, but you was always on my mind, Mamita.”

  Candy slipped her hand between Domingo's legs. “How 'bout you get a hotel room for us?”

  * * *

  After Domingo slammed the door to the hotel room and turned to Candy, he kissed her, then grabbed her ass and picked her up.

  Damn. Candy wrapped her legs around his waist, surprised at how easily he hoisted her 140 pounds in the air with ease. She felt so comfortable in his strong embrace and his tongue was refreshing to her mouth.

  Domingo guided Candy against a wall and began kissing and sucking her neck.

  “Ump,” she moaned as the scent of Domingo’s Cartier Santos cologne intoxicated her while his tongue brought out a sexual force from deep within her.

  Domingo let Candy down to her feet. In what seemed like seconds, he and Candy were naked. Domingo’s eyes examined her flawless skin and curvaceous body.

  Candy looked up into his eyes as he placed his hands on her waist and turned her around. She planted her palms above her on the wall. One of Domingo's hands left her waist and parted her backside. “Ahh,” she moaned as she felt the head of his dick rubbing across the length of her pussy to her clit. Domingo was teasing her, causing her insides to burn with lust. She tried to be patient as he inserted the head of his dick between her lips, and then pulled it out. “Put it in, please.”

  Domingo rubbed his dick on the inside of her butt cheeks. The juices from her pussy served as a natural lubricant. Candy pressed her hands against the wall harder to brace herself as chills went through her body when Domingo kissed her neck. She felt the hand on her waist again. “Ahh. Please, put it in,” she begged.

  The head of Domingo's dick pressed against her clit for a few seconds, driving Candy wild. As she felt it slide over her lips, Domingo suddenly plunged all the way inside of her. “Oh shit!” Candy screamed. Domingo pulled back slowly and slammed back into her again, working a slow exit and fast enter mode of strokes.

  “Damn, girl. This pussy tight,” he whispered, before slamming in hard.

  “Yes.”

  “You like that shit, right? Huh?” he asked.

  “I love it.”

  Domingo put his hands on top of Candy's, pressing them against the wall as he kissed her neck. He sped up his pace. “Yeah. Take this dick like a pro. Take it, Candy.”

  “It's mine. I'm taking it,” Candy exclaimed.

  “Yeah, Mamita.” Candy felt Domingo's hands trail down her body to her waist. They gripped her tightly. Then she felt his dick begin plunging into the walls of her pussy. “Yes,” she panted.

  Domingo was striking on an angle, working the left side with several strokes, then hitting the right. “You like that?” he asked. “Tell me you like how I'm fuckin' you, Mamita.”

  “I like how you're fucking me. Fuck me, Domingo.”

  “Yeah, I know you like it. Told you I wasn't no kid.” He strained his dick, slamming into Candy.

  She pushed her ass back and turned around. Sweat trickled down her face, her makeup smeared a mosaic of eyeliner and foundation. She was breathing heavy and getting a good look at Domingo's long dick for the first time. She had planned on dominating their episode, but she was hypnotized by his dick. It stood upwards to the left, like a lamppost after a car accident. She dropped to her knees. “Fuck my ass. Hurry up!” she begged. She wanted to feel the type of pain that came with rough sex. To hell with the KY Jelly and pillow to protect her knees from rug burns.

  “This how you want it, huh?”

  She felt her cheeks part. “This is your ass,” she said as one of Domingo's hands grabbed her by the waist. She closed her eyes as the head of his dick tore through her tiny hole. “Ugh,” she grunted like cattle being prodded. Then she mustered all her strength to hold in her desire to scream as he entered her full and began a slow stroking pattern.

  “Damn, this shit tight,” Domingo said.

  “You—” she paused. “Like it, right?”

  “Hell yeah.” He began stroking harder and faster.

  “Ahh. Yes. Fuck . . . my ass.” She bounced her ass back into his thrusts.

  “Yeah, baby. Yeah.”

  “Ahh.” Candy's head jerked back when Domingo pulled her hair.

  “You like it rough, don't you?”

  “Yes.” Her back arched. She could feel her hair about to be separated from her weave as Domingo's palm began slamming into her ass. “Spank me. I been bad, Daddy.”

  Domingo slapped her harder and more rapidly, gently rubbing the stinging sensation away after each hit. He freed her hair from his hand, grabbed her neck and forced the side of her face to the carpeted floor. “Rough, huh? You like it rough, Mamita?”

  “Ahh, ahh. Yes, yes.” Her face was rubbing against the carpet as were her knees. Her butt was as sore as her asshole. Her scalp was in pain. But Candy loved it. She didn't know why or how, but Domingo had unleashed the beast within her that she didn't know existed. She felt like a slut and she loved it. Sexual fluids streamed from her pussy, down her thigh. “I'm cumming!” Candy screamed with the volume and intensity of her trying to silence someone who was perpetually banging on the front door. “I'm cumming!”

  “Yeah.” Domingo put both hands on her hips and rammed hard and fast. “Ahh, yeah.”

  Candy's body exploded in pleasure as she and Domingo came at the same time. Domingo stood and Candy fell on the floor, out of breath. She looked up at his tall, nude body that loomed over her. Her mouth was wide open and her tongue was hanging from the side of her mouth like an exhausted dog. Rich is good, but Domingo is the shit.

  Candy knew her plan was to have Domingo do her dirty work. But as she stared at his dick, feeling the after effects of a sexual experience that was unlike any she had imagined possible, she was not ready to have Domingo risk his freedom. Not yet, anyway.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

  VANESSA

  Vanessa had sat silently in her hotel room for hours. Peg and Heather had tried talking to her, but she needed time…space. Vanessa sat perched on a chair in front of the window. She gazed down on Atlanta from the fifteen-story view of the Comfort Inn. She could not deny her love for Rich and Candy no matter how hard she tried. But Vanessa was fearful that their three-way relationship was no longer viable. And Vanessa was not willing to forego the relationship she was building with Peg and Heather. It was far from formal and none of the women had agreed to anything other than being friends with benefits. But Vanessa was beginning to think undefined relations were what she needed.

  Peg walked over, stood behind Vanessa and began massaging her shoulders and neck. “We're here for you,” she said as Heather stepped in front of Vanessa.

  “Exactly what does that mean?”

  “It means whatever decision you make, we support it,” said Heather. “We have to respect your wishes and live with them.”

  “Yeah, Vanessa.” Peg walked around her and stood beside Heather. “I mean, you know I lik
e you a lot. You're cool to talk with. We're sexually compatible. I mean, if I can just get you out of those leather shoes, everything will be perfect.” Peg smiled.

  A grin surfaced on Vanessa's face for the first time since they had arrived at the hotel. “The way you were talking to Candy, I thought you were gonna get knocked out of your shoes.”

  “I don't care how big she is or how quote unquote 'hood' she is, I stand up for what's right,” Peg said, her eyes bouncing around behind her glasses. “The surprise was the womanizer interceding. He must've been trying to preserve his miniature harem.”

  “Maybe he was genuinely interested in not seeing you guys go to blows,” said Vanessa.

  Peg smirked. “Please. Guys like Rich don't exactly protest the distribution of Girls Gone Wild DVDs.”

  “Womanizer or not, I think he handled himself like a gentleman,” said Heather.

  “What are you, a cheerleader for the guy?” Peg asked. “I mean, what do you think, Vanessa should subject herself to this oppressive relationship that Rich presides over like some Iranian sultan?”

  “Whatever you say, Peg,” Heather blurted. “This is not about what we think about Rich. It's about how Vanessa feels about this entire situation.”

  Vanessa was a ball of emotions. Anger, love, frustration and fear were just a few of the sentiments that consumed her.

  “You okay, Vanessa?” Peg asked.

  She nodded. “I love both of them.”

  “We know,” said Heather, squatting before Vanessa and rubbing her arms. “But I can no longer be involved with Rich or another man who feels his gender superiority entitles him to the love and devotion of two women simultaneously.”

  When tears began falling from her eyes, Peg and Heather gave her a group hug. “That megalomaniac will be out of your system before you know it,” Peg declared.

  When they unhanded each other, Heather spoke. “He's old news.”

  Vanessa forced a smile that was more cosmetic than an episode of Niptuck. After pausing a moment, she said, “But I need to see Candy.” She pulled out her cell phone and called Candy.

  “What, Vanessa?” Candy asked with pure attitude.

  “I need to see you.”

  “Did you get approval from Coco and Paris?”

  Vanessa looked up at Peg and Heather. They were listening intently to her responses, trying to detect what questions prompted them.

  “Kind of quiet,” Candy said. “What's the matter, white girl got your tongue?”

  “I don't deserve this, Candy.”

  “How do you think I feel knowing two white girls turned out the woman I love?”

  “Turned out?”

  “They got you open like a research monkey. They turned you out.”

  “Turned out or exposed? Like you opened my eyes to feelings I had about women while I was in a relationship with Rich? You exposed me to my true identity, allowed me to free myself. Just like Peg and Heather have exposed me to something about Rich.”

  “They don't even know Rich.”

  “They know men, and the last time I checked, Rich was one.”

  “What the hell are you talking about?”

  “I'm talking about the gender inequalities of a male-dominated society that place women on the bottom of the totem pole. I'm talking about Rich living like a pimp off of our backs.”

  “If he's a pimp, you sure was one happy hooker the whole time he had you on the stroll.”

  “We both know it wasn't all peaches and cream. Remember Vegas? The elevator ho? In the very same hotel we were in? Just imagine how many other women there were that we don't know of? The day I first met Rich in your shop, you told me he was a womanizer. He's probably got some woman down at that agency. What's the name of that place King owns?”

  “Queens Incorporated.”

  “We mistakenly thought two women could tame him. There's never enough women for a man, Candy.”

  Silence lingered for a few seconds.

  “I still love him,” Candy said.

  “Me too. But it's about how he feels. How he convinced me to bring another woman into my bedroom because my love wasn't enough. It's about him sexing some slut in the elevator of our hotel because our love wasn't enough. There is no gender equality. Rich took our love and used it as fodder for his belief that he's a god. We created a monster.”

  “So what now?”

  “Join me.”

  “You mean, you, plus Coco and Paris?”

  “Stop wasting your time with Rich.”

  “You know I've been there, no men in my life for years. But before that I loved men. And even though Rich may be a piece of shit, he reintroduced me to what I was missing. I can't stop myself from having feelings for men and women. And I can't forgive you for turning your back on me for two white girls.”

  “Candy, that's not tru . . . Candy? Candy!” Vanessa yelled into her phone, realizing Candy had hung up. She dropped her phone and looked at Peg and Heather, then burst into tears.

  Peg hugged her. “You don't need her.”

  Vanessa wept in silence. Every memory she had of Candy began flashing through her mind. They shared too much history for Candy to reject her. Vanessa had mistakenly thought Candy had abandoned her before. But the message was clear this time. Candy was gone. Not willing to accept her role in Candy's departure, Vanessa fingered Rich as the person responsible for pushing away the woman who had helped her discover her sexual identity.

  * * *

  Vanessa lay on her side in bed, her legs trembling. She clenched her teeth around the edge of a pillow while her toes curled. Peg's mouth was invading her pussy while Heather lapped the crack of her ass. The tears in her eyes made her vision blurry as her eyes blinked uncontrollably. “Woooo.” Her scream was muffled by the pillow as she came.

  Vanessa felt Peg and Heather leave the bed. By the time she wiped the tears from her eyes, Heather was strapping a dildo around her waist.

  “Come.” She pointed to Peg's hand as she lay on some pillows strewn on the floor.

  Peg straddled the long, black dildo and began a sensual, slow grind. She clasped her hands behind her head and rode as Heather rubbed her small ass. “Fuck me, Heather.” Heather pushed her ass up slightly off the floor.” Just like that.” Peg's small hands landed on Heather's huge breasts. She squeezed them gently as she rode.

  “Ohh,” Heather roared.

  Vanessa watched Heather's swelling nipples between Peg's thin fingers. Vanessa slipped one finger into her own wet slit. Within seconds, she had two inside and she was rubbing her clit with her thumb.

  Peg leaned back and grabbed Heather's ankles. She thrust her chest forward as she grinded her lower back against the dildo. “Yes, yes. Shit. Heather. I'm gonna cum.”

  Heather leaned up and pulled Peg into her embrace. She slipped her tongue into Peg's mouth. Their hands roamed each other's backs as they engaged in a wet kiss.

  Peg began riding quickly, slamming down on the dildo. “Ahh.”

  Heather grabbed Peg’s butt, pulling her closer as she climaxed.

  Vanessa came at the same time, her finger tugged at her G-spot. “Uh, uh,” she panted, breathless.

  Peg looked at Vanessa and smiled. She helped Heather to her feet. “The Jacuzzi awaits.”

  Vanessa slowly pulled herself from the bed and followed them to the Jacuzzi. She sat in the soothing water, thinking of how days had passed and her calls to Candy and Rich had gone unanswered. Vanessa was ready to return to Long Island and continue the life she had begun building with Peg and Heather, but she needed to confront Rich before she left.

  After the Jacuzzi, the women showered and quickly dressed. Vanessa grabbed her Droid and scrolled to Rich's phone number. “Voice mail.”

  She clicked off, then logged onto Google. She typed in Queens Incorporated and found the address of the company. She looked at Peg and Heather. Peg was wearing a checkered dress that fell to her ankles, just above her sandals. Heather was sporting a Dior mini-skirt and over-the-kn
ee-boots with shades. She looked like a movie star strolling the red carpet. “Y'all ready?” Vanessa asked as she adjusted her multi-colored sundress.

  “What's the itinerary?” Heather asked.

  “Rich. Destination Queens Incorporated.”

  Heather's eyes lit up. “Oh yeah?”

  Vanessa nodded.

  “You don't need to have the last word in person,” Peg said. “I mean, you can send him some hate email or an unsavory tweet.”

  Heather shook her head. “No, I think she should tell him off in his face.”