by Amy Brent
“This is exactly…what I’ve wanted from my first time. I found a man…that knows how to do this the right way. A man that isn’t just after my body. I don’t think that I could’ve gotten any luckier than to have you to be my first. Joseph… Oh god….Joseph… Yes… I can’t even believe that I’m doing this with you. I can’t believe that I’m doing this.” I thought that I knew what an orgasm was, but what he was stirring to the surface was a magnitude of a climax that was going to take my breath away. “Fuck me… Yes… Yes… YESSSSSSS.” Everything seemed to be moving very slowly and I could feel every inch as my walls closed around him in a rhythmic fashion that really was something to experience.
I saw his face change from pleasure to euphoria and that mask of lust was now punctuated with short jabs of the pleasing package between his legs. I could feel those veins getting more pronounced and the knob expanded like a flower blooming. I was lying there like a limp doll with my arms outstretched to either side and my face pleading with him to take me like a real woman.
“That’s enough… I’m not going to let you do this to me. I had a plan coming into this and I’m damn well going to follow it by hell or high water.” I didn’t know where this was coming from and then he took himself away from me, I felt empty and alone and the product of my desire was coating his shaft. “I promised myself that I wouldn’t get caught up into this and I think that it’s time that we take a step back.” I didn’t understand what he was thinking and why he would even consider walking away from me.
“I have to say that I’m a little surprised. From everything that I’ve learned about men, it’s very difficult for them to deny themselves this pleasure. I thought by now that you would be lying beside me with a combination of both of our juices dripping out of me.” He was shaking his head vehemently and then he leaped from the bed and walked out that door with his cock still showing signs of a raging inferno.
Chapter six
For the next couple of days, he stayed away from me, no matter how much I begged him with my eyes. We slept in separate rooms and I got this feeling that he was allowing that feeling of needing him to draw me to him like a moth to a flame.
It was about midnight one night that we had gone to bed and I was sitting there with my arms crossed over my chest and looking at the ceiling. He had purposely gone skinny dipping, allowing me to see him dripping with water down his muscular body. It was obvious that he was teasing me and he even stood with his cock no more than a couple of inches away from my mouth. I couldn’t stop staring at it the entire time that he was standing there unashamedly putting on quite a spectacle.
I remember the way that he touched me accidentally on purpose several times to elicit a noticeable moan of desire coming from my lips. I felt like I was at the end of my rope and I finally had enough.
I jumped out of bed not even bothering to cover up and I went down the hall to his bedroom that was already wide open for my visual inspection. He was lying there naked on top of the bed stroking himself slowly and smiling like he had a pretty good idea that I was going to come to him.
“You are a special kind of prick. This was your plan all along. I should slap you for even considering playing with my feelings like this.” I didn’t give him a chance to say anything as I rushed to him and jumped on top of him with all the air rushing out of his lungs upon impact. I reached down to push his hands away and then I went down on him with the same voracious attitude that I had with those two black men. Just thinking about them gave me a reason to supply him with those little tricks of the trade that I had learned. It wasn’t long before I felt what was going to happen and this time it was me that made sure that he wasn’t going to complete that transaction.
“You’ve learned the most valuable lesson of all. Sex will always be considered a weapon in a woman’s arsenal. She can pull it out of her quiver at any time and make a man dance to the beat of her own drum. You see what you do to me and for the last couple of days and nights; I have been lying here thinking about you. I was that close to going to you. It’s better this way… Oh god… It so much better this way.” I was not even paying attention to anything that he said. My main concentration was on the plum sized knob that was quite inviting. Every time that he came close, I would stop and cease all other actions. I would let him calm down enough and then that was when I decided that taking a more hands on approach was necessary.
He lifted my body easily and I was surprise because I wasn’t exactly considered a lightweight. My heavy thighs draped around him and then landed on more than just his lap. My hole stretched to awaken the beast. It went in very slowly this time and my body had still not adjusted to his size. I couldn’t get the last couple of inches, so I scratched his chest and made him lift his hips to give me those last two inches. I had my hands on his shoulders and I was moving my ass up and down over the large and in charge object.
“I know that I still have a lot to learn, but with you as my teacher, I think that I can excel.” He smiled as I bounced up and down on top of him. I was the one in charge and I could slow down the pace or quicken it for my pleasure. I ground in a circle, knowing that this was the perfect position to strike a little bit of excitement into my clit. “Damn it…you better know that this is the one time that you’re not going to get away from me.” To prove my point, I pinned his arms over his head. He most likely could’ve gotten away, but he didn’t try to and that was a good sign that he wanted things to continue until the inevitable moment.
“I’m not going anywhere, Stacey. I’m exactly where I want to be inside that sweet little snatch of yours. The way that you do that is better than any woman including your mother.” To hear him compare my sexual appetite with my mother’s should’ve been sickening, but it only fueled me into showing him that I could be more than just a limp doll underneath him letting him get his jollies off.
“Does my mother do this?” I slowly took him all the way out and then I went down and savored the taste of both myself and him saturating his shaft. I heard him moan and I buried him in my throat before coming back up with strings of my saliva making him slippery to the touch.
“I…I don’t think that anybody has ever done that before.” I wasn’t sure if I could believe him and with his experience and way with the ladies, I would have assumed that this was not something new. I had to believe and I had no reason not to trust what he was saying to me.
I slipped back into the saddle, letting him feel those young walls holding him hostage. The only way that he was going to get out of this was to supply me with the necessary creamy ransom. This time when I felt that he was there, I decided that slowing down was not an option.
“I’m cumming… I want you to cum with me.” I wasn’t sure if that was possible, until I felt the bucking motion of his hips and the way that his cock was now reacting to the orgasm that was now squeezing him in a tight vise. He exploded with such ferocity that I could see how this was affecting him by the expression on his face.
I didn’t stop and I rode him all the way through his orgasm giving special attention to the knob that was still quite sensitive after giving into my womanly ways. I cleaned him with my tongue like a cat does with her young. I knew that I was causing him some discomfort, but it was the kind of discomfort that any man would give their left nut to have.
I found out that I was pregnant and instead of going home, we decided to stay here in paradise. He had found that he could do his job by delegating authority to his underlings. He could take a step back and enjoy the fruits of his labor. I was going to have his baby and what better way to say that I truly loved him than to bring him that heir that was going to put a smile on his face.
Those lessons would continue and even when I was showing, he had me on my hands and knees taking one black cock and his at least once a month. I never thought that I could be the kind of woman that could satisfy him, but he had done a remarkable job in teaching me the finer arts.
John was now a distant memory and a part of my past. This
child and Joseph was my future.
Secret Baby Romance Collection
HIS SECRET BABY
Chapter one
“You can’t be serious. This is something that only the guys should be involved in. We don’t need the embarrassment of a woman deciding that she can do something like this. Do yourself a favor and bow out now, before you become a laughingstock of the office.” Leslie Spencer was always considered the ugly duckling, but she had learned to love who she was in the mirror. She might’ve been a little bigger in the hips, but her natural D cup breasts really did draw the boy’s eyes to her like a moth to a flame. That was never more evident than when Evan came into the office and started to flirt with her shamelessly.
“You’d think after all of these years that people would be more progressive in their thinking. Today, there are many sportscasters that are women, where it was primarily a male dominated profession. You see women screaming for their home team. It’s not just the man who gets to enjoy the spectacle of competition.” Evan was a man that grew up in an old fashioned household. If his father ever found that one of his children was dating a woman of color or even considered playing for the other team, then he would most likely be disowned and thrown from the house.
“Think about what you are doing. The guys don’t know yet, but it’s just a matter of time. Once they get a look at the list of those that are competing, they’ll know that you were going against them. They don’t like you much anyway.” Leslie was the one that either made their life miserable, or gave them a moment of reprieve. She was the manager of the office and it was beholden to her to make sure that everything was run in tiptop efficiency. She had learned the hard way that she couldn’t be their friend and their boss at the same time.
“I’m just a little sick and tired of all of these preconceived notions that men need something for themselves. You don’t see women complaining that men can’t be in the kitchen. You would think that a woman’s enthusiasm for sports might actually be a turn on.” Leslie had never done the conventional thing. There were times that she shocked just for the sake of putting people on notice. Men in particular walked round in their own bubble and sometimes she had to burst it to get their attention. Whether it was with her stylish and seductive clothing, or even the way that she wore her hair, she was never considered normal by today’s standards.
“For a girl that likes to dress like you are in the fifties, you would think that you would have the same kind of mentality.” Evan was upset and now he was lashing out for the sake of getting his pound of flesh. Leslie was not only in the sports pool, but she had even started to play fantasy football with some remarkable success. Evan knew that if his father was here he would be rolling around in his grave.
Even though Leslie knew that Evan was not happy, it didn’t stop him from ogling her otherwise prominent assets. She never claimed to be pure, as the driven snow. There were guys that found her to be quite attractive, but there were also times that she felt like they were looking at her with distaste. Her curves were her best feature, but it was her attitude that made most men think that she wasn’t worth the effort. Outside the office, she was a little different, but still standoffish when it came to men and their advances.
The posting would be on the board in a few minutes and she could almost hear the gasp of disapproval from those men that were still living in the Stone Age. The girls would most likely think that she was doing them a favor, but there would be others that would believe that she was only doing it to get underneath the skin of the men.
Being an only child, Leslie had never had what she considered to be a normal upbringing. Her parents were scientists and they believed that anything that was worth doing was worth doing right. She felt like they were helicopter parents. Anything that she did, she felt like she could do better. It was their accusing eyes and disappointment that made her strive for excellence. She did not settle for second best in her life or personal life. It was the reason why her relationships never lasted more than a couple of months. She always found some kind of fault that would lead to the man in her life to walk out that door and never look back.
It almost was like music to her ears, as the posting was made. The collective gasp and the murmurs in the crowd were not unexpected. She got some dirty looks from the guys and some thumbs up from the girls. There were a couple of guys that started to laugh at her expense and she knew exactly how to exact some sort of revenge. Somebody was going to have to work weekends and overtime and apparently Steven and Joseph had just volunteered.
It was nice to be in a position of power. It was the one aspect of her life that she believed that she had control over, even though her personal life was dismal at best. She could never get over how men constantly stared at her like a piece of meat or tried these lame come ons that sounded too ridiculous to even mention in public. There were those cheesy ones that made her shake her head and there were those that were creative, but still just as sleazy. They would’ve gotten more flies with honey. Asking her out for a drink or going to dinner or a movie would’ve been a good first step.
She was tall at 5’9, 180 pounds and there was no substitute for her flaming red hair. What most people didn’t realize was that the carpet didn’t match the drapes. Nobody really knew much about her and the fact that she really didn’t like sports had never come up in conversation.
She got this little giddy thrill out of knowing that she was making people uncomfortable. The guys in particular were not exactly happy and showed their displeasure by turning a blind eye to her. It was only after she called them on the carpet that they would have to abide by her wishes or hit the highway.
Leslie took her love of the fifties and turned her drab clothing into a fashion forward. She especially loved wearing pants suits. It made her feel like she was literally wearing the pants in the company. She did like to flaunt what god gave her and didn’t mind showing off the boulders on her chest. She kind of found it to be a wicked release of endorphins to make the men stumble all over themselves in her presence. At first, she blushed at their awkward attempts to see down her blouse. After a while, she started to make a game out of how to make them squirm in their seats.
“You really don’t have any boundaries, Leslie. I applaud you for throwing your name into the hat, but these guys are not exactly happy with you. It has always been one of them that wins every year and now you have the possibility of taking what they think is theirs. I think it’s a damn shame that they still don’t understand that women can do what men can and maybe better. Every time that you do something like this, I have to bow down. You’re paving the way for the rest of us. You’re breaking those glass ceilings, not unlike those women that found a way to vote.” Tammy Marx had seen a real shift in attitude around here. It all came from Leslie stepping on some toes and making herself the one that everybody feared.
“I’m doing this for all of womankind. There has to be a time and place where we can stand and say that we’ve had enough. Do you think that I got where I am by giggling at some owners joke. I live on my talent and I let my credentials speak for themselves. I’m not saying that I don’t like the attention. Every woman dresses to impress and we would be lying to ourselves if we said that we didn’t want them to look.” Leslie had never wanted to be in a position of power, but her parents had taught her that life was about making statements.
Chapter two
Two weeks went by with people walking around on eggshells. Those that dared to speak up in defiance for what she had done by entering into the pool was made an example out of. Leslie had no problems teaching that lesson with long hours and very little pay. It became a matter of a dare amongst the men to see who was going to say something. Those that were made an example certainly did make others take a step back and rethink their strategy.
After the first week, they started to realize that the chances of her winning were astronomical. She was one woman in a pool of 50 men. For her name to be chosen at random would’ve been tantamount to l
ightning striking some place twice. They decided that they would let the chips fall where they may. It was sound thinking. They were beginning to see that Leslie was not a woman to be messed with.
It was the big day and everyone was going to have the chance to have a VIP experience with the local NFL football team. To her credit, Leslie had begun to do her own research on the sport. It was kind of barbaric, but the very first time that she sat down to watch a game, she became mesmerized by the strategy of the sport. It didn’t hurt that those hot little bodies were encased in the tightest uniforms known to man. They definitely didn’t have a shy bone in their body and the uniform really was appealing to her eye.
At the end of the day, everybody crowded around to see who was going to have the honor this year. While they really didn’t believe that she would win, but the very fact that she was in the pool was a big step forward. Hopefully next year a few other women would follow suit and before you know it there would be a contingent of 50% men and 50% women. She had lofty goals of changing the world one stereotype at a time.
“As always to avoid any kind of suspicion the janitor from the next building over will be responsible for choosing a name at random.” The guys were begging the gods to step in on their behalf. They had their lucky rabbit’s foot and even deals with the devil, but in the end Leslie’s name was chosen. People were in shock and walked around in a daze like they couldn’t believe that this had really happened.
Leslie was congratulated on her big win, but it was mostly to save face. The girls were elated and they made a spectacle out of taking her to her office and getting her ready. A new dress, makeup and a hairstyle was exactly what was needed.