His hands slid down her sweaty back, cupped her ass and spread both cheeks wider. He was preparing her body for the penetration of his fat head into the tightness of her anus. The full length of his manhood slipped out of her pussy and teased her soaking lips as she moaned for him to enter her again. He granted her request as he entered and exited her slowly. He was in complete control as he played her body like it was his own personal instrument. Every stroke, extracted a sweet note of sensual passion from her quivering lips, and her pussy dripped with applause.
She was his.
He was hers.
In this moment, no one else mattered and she hugged her chest as she felt the throbbing head of his dick say hello to her tight anus. Her tight hole never frowned, told him to go away, or kept its hole closed for his entry. It smiled for him and he kissed it with the slit of his eye on his dick. Deep breathes…one more deep breath and he was inside of her again—where he should always be. He slid into her tiny space easily because the warm juices of her pussy coated his entire dick and her asshole swallowed his many curved inches until it was choking on dick meat. Her body shuddered and the sweetness of temporary pain washed over her as she stretched open to take all of him inside of her. His hands were now around her waist, digging into her flesh, controlling the depth of his penetration. He knew that he couldn’t go crazy and pummel her back there without a care in the world. He was gentle when it was necessary and rough when it was needed. The perfect lover.
“Fuck my ass deeper, baby.”
“You sure you can handle all of this dick?” he asked her cockily.
“Yes baby, give it to me. I’ve been craving this dick stretching my ass open all day,” she almost begged. “Don’t deny me baby—please.”
The sound of her voice, almost begging, so girlish and innocent tapped into the dominant side of him that few had ever been exposed to. His hands tightened around her waist, he lifted her into the air and slid almost completely out of her ass, but she tightened her muscles and held him there, choking his thick head until he returned into her dark sanctuary.
“Come in my ass baby. Water my hole with your sperm.”
“I…I can’t stop it,” he murmured as his eyes closed, his dick twitched violently and he got ready to flood her anal canal with two weeks worth of fermented sperm.
“Feed your ass baby. Give me every drop of that sweet shit,” she urged him. She wanted to milk him dry so when he went home all he could do was go to sleep like a baby who had just been breastfed. No one else would be getting her dick tonight after she was finished with him. She loved spoiling him and giving him everything he wanted. There was so much more that she wanted to do for him. To show him that not only did her body scream for pleasure when he touched her, but also her heart. When he was inside of her, growing thicker and thicker with each spurt; she felt a stronger connection to him than she had ever felt for another man. Her thoughts overwhelmed her as he sprayed her quivering insides with rapid bursts of warm come. Her ass was on come overload as he let loose with a sustained torrent that spread quickly through her anal cavity and left her dripping like a faucet that couldn't turn off. He always seemed as if he was in pain after he came, but it wasn't pain that he was in; he was engulfed in a moment of sheer bliss that was unsustainable, but in that moment of orgasmic release, it felt like it could go on forever.
"Stay inside," she whispered to him as she laid down on his sweaty chest and he stroked her beautiful brown hair. The heated scent of their sex filled the air and his erection decreased slowly from strength to being flaccid. She loved when his thick head would finally slip out of her ass and her tiny hole would release him. A plopping sound would resonate through her body giving her the shivers all over again.
They laid in silence letting the moment they just shared speak for itself. His heart was still pounding against her chest as if he had just finished running a marathon, and at any moment, he might be in need of open-heart surgery.
"That was intense," he breathed heavily into the air between closed eyes.
"Yes, baby. You are such a wonderful lover. How do you do all these wonderful things to my body over and over again?" It was a rhetorical question. She knew that she would never get an answer.;
He learned a long time ago when women asked you these kinds of questions, it was never really just one question. It would be followed-up by a sustained cross examination which would slowly evolve over days, weeks and months. He learned a lot by being quiet, watching women lay the foundation for their eventual goal. They would make great hunters in the jungle, he often thought, because they would be patient and be able to wait out their prey. She didn't strike him as the preying type, but it's the mark of a true hunter; when you don't see them coming and the shocked expression plastered all over your face as you are devoured.
His stomach rumbled beneath her like a New York train in need of maintenance. "You hungry baby?" He nodded yes. "You need your strength for round two unless you can't handle this pussy again."
He smiled in bemusement at the absurdity of her statement. His smile made her smile as she got off the bed and went to the bathroom. Splotches of red filled her face, as she was still enflamed by the fervor of their passion. It felt like his dick was still lodged inside of her body and her steps were weighed down by the sensation of having his manhood still buried inside of her. The water ran in the sink for a few minutes until it got warm and she splashed some on her face. Her hands trembled slightly as she did this, but it was probably the remnants of a secret orgasm shuddering to life. She took a warm rag and walked back to him.
"Turn over honey let me wipe you down." Lovingly she took his now dead penis into her hands and wiped it down with the warm rag and soap. After two more trips to the bathroom sink, she took him in her mouth again, and she felt life slowly returning to his manhood. She was sucking him back to life. She wondered to herself as his thick head invaded her throat if his girlfriend at home tended to his needs with same level of passion as she did. Creative men like him become easily bored. Their minds are always in constant motion so they never maintain focus on one thing at a time. Passion sustains them and keeps them from visiting the darkness too often. She wanted to be the light that illuminated all his dreams even if she could not be with him everyday. If I had you everyday, she thought to herself as she turned on the hot water in the Jacuzzi, you would be treated like the King you are. She kneeled by the Jacuzzi as it filled up with water and bubbles from her favorite bubble bath, Sensual Amber. Her fingers tested the water to make sure it wasn't too hot for him and when she was satisfied that the temperature was just right, she removed her hand and licked her fingers to taste the warm fragrance.
"What do you want to eat, honey?" She wanted him to say that he wanted some sweet pussy dessert on his tongue. If she had a minor complaint about their lovemaking, it was that his talented tongue didn't go swimming often enough between the warmth of her pussy lips. He made up for it in many other ways, but she knew better than to ask. He did everything in his own time and when the mood suited him, he would take swift, deep tongue plunges into her sweetest ache.
“I’m okay, not really hungry. Just give me two of those bananas you have and I will be as good as new.”
“Are you sure that’s all you want to eat?” she asked again.
“Yes, that’s all,” he looked at her unblinking as he said it. Her eyes fell downwards as she turned around to get the bananas for him.
He watched her as she entered the steaming water and slowly slid into the deep Jacuzzi until her entire body was covered in bubbles.
“It’s good baby. Come on in, let me wash you up.”
He took the last bite of the banana and gingerly tested the water before getting in. He stood straight up and the bubbles came up past his knees. She had placed a bottle of cold Dasani water on the side for him because she knew that he got thirsty when they stayed in too long. She slid over to him, covered in bubbles, and blew some at him. He swatted them away from his face
and looked down at her with a half smile on his face. She blushed as she rose to her knees and rested her head against his wet stomach. He waited, expecting her to fill her lips once again with his erect manhood. He loved making love to her and fucking her almost as much as he enjoyed having her sweet lips sucking him dry. It was a tossup as to which hole he enjoyed most; she didn’t make it easy on him because every time they were together; it just got better and better. At some point, sex and its passion levels off, but that day for them was faraway in the future.
His back stiffened when he felt her soapy hand slide between his legs and gently but firmly caress his balls in her hands. She played with them as though she were playing dice; about to toss two 6's. His hips gyrated on command when the warmth of her mouth engulfed his hardness and he steadily dropped to his knees. She reluctantly released the happy prisoner from one of its three favorite homes and they were shoulder deep in bubble suds. The hot water felt good against her skin. It felt like his hands touching her all over all at once. Her body trembled at the thought of having him touch her everyday. It was a thought that she didn't dwell upon but when it snuck out from her secret thoughts and into the light; it would weigh upon her so heavily that only the presence of him and making love to him could soothe her mind.
"Stretch your feet out, honey. Let me wash them for you." He rested comfortably with his head tilted back and did as she asked. For the next few minutes, she washed and scrubbed his feet with the tenderness of a woman taking care of her man. "You could have this everyday, honey." He didn't respond and kept his eyes closed.
The jets of hot water streams swirling around and beneath her had created some sort of suction vortex making it feel as if the water had turned into pussy sucking lips. His erection bobbed back and forth above the surface of the bubbles in the water like a buoy in the middle of the ocean. It was calling her home to ride his dick on the high seas, and the lapping waves of water pushed her towards him and into his arms. He reached for her neck as his dick bobbed around in circles looking for a way to enter her pussy. Unable to wait any longer to feel him inside of his pussy, she reached behind her back and rubbed his manhood all over her smiling lips.
"Do you know what you do to me?" She asked him not really expecting a response.
"Tell me baby. Tell me what I do to you." He scooped up a handful of water, raised it above her head and as she looked up, he let it fall on her face and down her chest. She felt baptized, as if she was given a new life.
"You make me feel so beautiful," she gasped as the thickness of his engorged head spread her lips open and she descended onto his erect manhood making sure to say hello again to every inch with sweet whispers of deep appreciation from her thirsty pussy.
"You are beautiful."
"Say it again."
Actions, when shown at the right time, can go deeper than a thousand beautiful words strung together. Every thrust off his dick inside of her tightness said much more than anything he could ever say. The depth of his penetrations signified the level of affection he had for her. If he could go any deeper, he would drill a hole in her uterus and into her stomach where he planted gallons of his liquid passion. A village of unborn babies would live within the walls of her stomach.
Water splashed all around them and spilled onto the white tiles. He brought her closer to his body, held onto her waist as if it was a life preserver, and fucked her like a man possessed. Tears of joy rolled down her face and sunk into the water below.
"You fuck me so good baby," she moaned as if in disbelief of his prowess and stamina. "No man has ever fucked me this good and made love to my body like this before baby," she moaned deeply as her body shook simultaneously from her tears and the sweet dick down he was ministering to her body. “How do you do it…how? How do you know exactly what my body needs every time?”
“You deserve it, baby. You know how to fuck and suck this dick.”
“Yes honey. This pussy is all yours…do whatever you want to it,” she sobbed as tears flowed freely down her face. She felt embarrassed at her show of emotion, but he took pride in bringing her to tears when they made love. It let him know that he was touching a part of her soul that was in need of his touch, his words and the cravings of love that she desired to feel. He kissed her face. Her salty tears fell against his lips. He showed her no mercy and continued to fuck her until he felt the warm release of her passion come down on his manhood drenching it in her warm lava cream.
“Baaaaaaaaaaaby,” she moaned. “I can’t stop coming. Shit!”
He went as deep inside of her as her body would allow his penetration and remained still as her heated arousal continued to shower his throbbing thickness with its warm praises of love. The warmth of her love came down thick on his manhood like a cum waterfall. It triggered his own passions, and before long; he was thrashing about like an out of control mechanical bull, but she held on for the ride as he came inside of her again. Another baby for me, she thought. His thrashings subsided and he lay still as he collected his thoughts and slowly went soft inside of her. Her body rested against his chest as their cum and the hot water swirled around them in unison.
“Here baby.” She knew he was thirsty without having to ask him. He drank the entire bottle of Dasani in a few deep gulps.
“It’s too hot for me now,” he said as he stood up in the Jacuzzi.
“Stay here baby; let me get your towel.”
She got out of the Jacuzzi to quickly dry off, and then he stepped out to be dried off by her.
He looked at her in silence as she dried his feet, legs, balls and dick before turning her attention to his upper body. No words needed. The words were in the way she touched him as she dried his body. He reached for her, held her close, and allowed the warmth of her body to merge with his.
“One more time before you leave?” she looked up at him with a quiet plea in her eyes. He nodded yes. He wanted to make love to her as much as she wanted him. They had two hours before he had to leave so they laid down in bed, naked under the covers. Their bodies wrapped tightly together. She listened to the sound of his heart beating against her face. It was a sound she would not mind waking up to everyday and having him naked in bed next to her. He was still here in bed with her but the thought of leaving him, and him leaving her, crept slowly into her mind. Tears stained her face again as she buried her face in his hairy chest. He was fast asleep and she closed her eyes to join him in his dreams.
3/21/09…12:42pm
Crack Dick
Every few minutes J would peek out the window of her 3rd floor apartment window in the projects to see if Mitchell was walking up the block. The usual gang of suspects from the projects was hanging on the corner smoking weed and blasting rap music below her apartment window, which was close to the street. A haze of smoke drifted lazily through her bedroom window; J expertly inhaled, and then swallowed it as if she was swallowing Mitchell’s babies. J thought she recognized one of the street pharmacists on the corner as her ex-boyfriend Spliff, but it turned out not to be him. He was a crazy-ass ex-boyfriend who still thought that the pussy was his and claimed to have mad love for her even though he was fucking everything in sight.
They didn’t have sex anymore but he still looked out for her, and everyone knew not to mess with her or else they would have to answer to Spliff. He was never able to tame her pussy the way that Mitchell did. Licking all those blunt papers to smoke his weed had gotten him the name Spliff. His tongue had become quite good at licking the papers and licking her pussy, but his dick game wasn’t anything to brag about. It was lame but she never threw it back in his face that he couldn’t fuck her the way that she needed. You just never know how a man might react if you tell him that his dick game is soft. He might take it well or he might kill your ass. The King Projects was still abuzz with activity as if it was the middle of the day. J checked her voice message again to make sure her cell phone was working, but the motherfucker still hadn’t called as yet.
He never called.
> She always waited.
He was always sorry and promised to do better. She always forgave him as soon as he pried her legs open to fill her pussy up with his crack dick. She would forget all her bitching and moaning, and get high on his ten-inch crack dick pipe. Her pussy would smoke it to the very last inch until she lay quivering in bed in need of another fix. J had never been addicted to anything in her life before Mitchell. All she did now was constantly daydream about him and having sex with his dick.
She didn’t think about him—just his dick. She sometimes wondered if she loved his dick more than she loved him. Sahara, her best friend, joked that the next time he fell asleep; she should make a cast of his dick. That way, she would always have his dick without needing him. J was strung-out and needed a doggy style hit—a few back shots of him riding her ass would do the trick. She shook her head at how pathetic and needy she was for this man. The first time they fucked, she came so many times that she lost count and had to call in sick from work because she was so exhausted. He bent her body into so many positions that she felt like a used pretzel after he was through with her. Sweat dripped down their bodies and they lay in a pool of sweat and cum. Half an hour later, they were back at it again and it was the beginning of J’s dependency on Mitchell’s crack dick.
Like a pusher, he knew just how to keep her hooked. Some weeks he would come by everyday for seven days straight to feed her pussy, and life would be blissful. Her body would be accustomed to having him inside of her, but then, he would just disappear for about a month without even calling. He would claim to be working odd hours on special projects (she still wasn’t quite sure what he did for a living), and she would offer to come to his place but he always found a reason to decline the invitation. At first, his mysterious nature sparked her interest, but after a few months of his cloak and dagger act;, she felt stupid for allowing herself not to see the truth. After a month, he would show up and soothe her anger by slowly fucking her into a coma until she forgot everything and forgave him again.
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