“You are a child born into love and mommy and daddy love you so, so much,” Dominique whispered softly as she rubbed her belly. “God brought you as a special gift to us. Your brothers and sisters would be so happy to have met you.”
At the mention of the children they had lost, tears rolled down Malik’s cheeks freely as he remembered the loss of their previous three children. Dominique had been unable to carry their previous three children to term. The loss of each child brought a deeper sense of loss for both of them—especially Dominique. She had taken each loss personally as if God was punishing her for her past transgressions. Fearing that she would be unable to give Malik the children he so desperately wanted, she tried to push him away, but Malik knew her heart and waited until the real Dominique came back. She belittled his manhood by telling him that his sperm was weak and that’s why all their children died. She openly flirted with men while he was with his friends and family; one of those flirtations turned into a brief affair and still, Malik stood by his wife’s side. His friends and family urged him to leave her. No man should endure the mental abuse that he suffered, but Malik would patiently tell all of them that he knew his wife and this woman doing all these hateful things was not his wife. His wife was somewhere, locked inside all of this imposter’s self-hate and he knew that she was fighting and trying to find her way back to him. Although, there were times when Malik had his doubts, he kept them to himself. He was a prideful man and anger and embarrassment swelled inside of him, but somehow he knew, that Dominique would find her way back to their love—he just had to hold on.
“Why are you still here? Why haven’t you left as yet?” Dominique had shouted at him after coming home late again and smelling of alcohol and cheap cologne. “What kind of man stays with a woman who doesn’t have any respect for him and treats him like a little boy?” She practically spat the words to him.
“The kind of man who knows the kind of woman you are and I know this isn’t you, baby. This isn’t us. I still love you and I know you still love me,” Malik said to Dominique with tears brimming in his eyes.
“Love? Love didn’t save our children. God didn’t love us enough to save our babies!”
“There is no limit to God’s love for us and there is no limit for my love for you. We will have more children I promise you that, but right here, right now, we have to save us.”
Malik approached his wife and continued to tell her how much he loved her and that nothing she did would drive him away. He rested his palm on her abdomen and again promised that they would have a baby. Dominique tried to pull away, to hide from the pain, but Malik wrapped her tightly in his arms as she broke down in tears. She cried for the three children they lost, she cried for herself and she cried for all the pain she had caused her husband. The next day they went to Father John to seek counseling and in the last year, they had become faithful Christians with a better understanding of themselves and the true meaning of what it means to be married.
“Who is that man crying by the door?” Dominique asked out loud as she continued to rub her belly. “That’s your daddy little one,” and a sudden kick from the baby sent gentle waves through the water. “Come here baby. Come give mommy and your baby some sugar.”
Malik rested the orange juice and fruits on the wooden hamper and walked over to his wife. He knelt down on the floor, dipped his hand into the soapy water and placed it on his wife’s round belly. Her large, erect nipples bobbed up and down above the water like a buoy in the middle of the ocean. The connection between Malik and Dominique was stronger than anything they had ever felt in their life as the heartbeat of their unborn child pulsated between them. Soft tears rolled down Dominique’s face because it was in that moment she finally realized all that she could have lost had it not been for her husband’s belief in their love. Malik leaned over into the tub and kissed the tears streaming down his wife’s beautiful face and he entered the large, circular tub. He helped his wife to her feet with her body covered in bubbles and he eased his long frame into the warm water.
“Come here.”
Dominique lowered her body onto Malik as his strong hands guided her slowly onto his throbbing manhood and his fingers dug deep into her fleshy ass. A look of sweet pleasure flashed across her face and her lips trembled slightly when the thickness of his dick stretched her pussy open. He remained still, leaned back and watched his wife take all of him inside of her. Her body was barely moving, but inside, her muscles gripped his shaft and slowly massaged him into a frenzied arousal.
“You know just how I like it,” Malik breathed heavily as he leaned forward carefully so as not to hurt his wife’s belly. He leaned over to plant several kisses on it as she continued to ride him without a destination in mind. Their future was an adventure as long as they were together.
“Mmmmmm, you feel so damn good baby,” her voice trembled as their lips met and the fire of their passion connected them once again.
Malik continued kissing his wife hungrily while using his fingers to gently squeeze her erect nipples. Her moans echoed with every squeeze and every time he pierced the heat of her pussy deeper, her body shuddered in anticipation of more inches of him. It felt like they were in the deep ocean, surrounded by water and the only thing that mattered was the love they felt for each other and their unborn child. Thoughts of how close she had come to losing her family surged through Dominique as Malik’s wet tongue filled her mouth and his hands made love to her body bringing her to an orgasmic climax. Her fingers caressed his face and, as his eyes fluttered open, he released the heat of his passion into the tight walls of his wife’s pussy.
“Stay inside of me,” she whispered into his ear. “Don’t ever leave me…please.”
“I won’t baby. You know I won’t.”
Dominique rested her head on Malik’s wet shoulders and mouthed the words thank you as another orgasm rippled through her body. She had many things to be thankful for and she promised herself never to take her husband for granted ever again.
4-23-09…9:02pm
The Sweet Dick Down
All day long Nina’s clit had been throbbing and banging her like a drum major, knowing that in one hour it would be getting the sweet dick down from Jeremiah Heat. Her office was set at a cool temperature, but on days like this when she knew she would be getting the sweet dick down, everything she touched felt like it was on fire. She wanted to rip her blouse off and stick her throbbing nipples in a bucket of ice to cool them down, but her ache was so deep and intense that it would probably melt ice cubes. She needed the services of Jeremiah Heat to release all this excess energy being stored inside of her body.
If there wasn’t a huge see-through window in her office, she would have already closed her office door, shut the blinds and stripped naked. She had done it before, late one evening when she was sure that everyone had gone home and masturbated herself into an orgasmic frenzy. The thought of maybe one of the cleaning women catching her gyrating naked on the carpet excited her even more and it made her come hard and loud. She came so hard that she squirted like a geyser in Central Park all over the carpet.
Nina also knew that the men in the office loved to walk by so they could sneak a peak at her. They were all so obvious in their pathetic attempts to be discreet but she didn’t mind as long as they stayed in their lane, they could look but not touch. Nina never mixed business with pleasure. At 6’0, 170 lbs, Nina Rogers was an intimidating woman to most people. Her height and beauty intimidated most men and women. She wore her hair in dreads, which were shoulder-length and colored with a touch of auburn. She carried an air of arrogance that she fully cultivated and embraced. Her brown eyes and round face were filled with the fire of a woman who knew her place—which was anywhere she wanted it to be. Nina Rogers had more balls than most men did, but every woman craves to be a woman and wants to feel sensual and beautiful in the arms of a man. Jeremiah Heat satisfied that desire within her. He saw through all her bullshit facades and saw the woman inside. He knew how
to take control without her giving it to him. He knew how to be a man.
It was quiet outside of her office because everyone had abandoned ship at 5 p.m. to haul ass for their trains. She relished being alone at this time of day. It was hard work being the Vice President of the New York office of a successful magazine, Today’s Woman. Everyday was a stressful day. Nina wondered sometimes why she did it, but she loved her job and wouldn’t trade it for any other job in the world. She got to hobnob with celebrities and politicians and made a ridiculous amount of money in the process. The solitude of this time of day gave her time to think and plan for the next day’s activities. She had to be on her game everyday or someone else would take her place. When you are black woman in charge, you have to work twice as hard to prove yourself everyday to your white bosses; and when you are a black woman you have to not only justify why you have this position, but prove that being a woman isn’t a handicap--it’s an asset. It’s no wonder that she needed a dick down pronto.
Her plump ass felt embedded in her chair so she got up to stretch her long legs. Her muscles were still sore and felt bruised from their last encounter just a week ago, but it was a sweet pain that made her body hungry for more. Beneath her gray business skirt suit, she was braless and her 38D breasts ached to be sucked and bitten until the pleasure was too much to bear. She also wasn’t wearing any panties. She enjoyed knowing that when she spoke to her employees in the office that she was practically naked and within inches of them. The thought excited her and would often make her moist and make her warm nectar run down the inside of her thighs. The joys of going braless and without panties were an extra stimulation to help her get through these hectic days. Besides, the extra second or two it would take Jeremiah to remove her bra and panties were two more seconds that she would be without him inside of her. She couldn’t wait that long.
She was listening in to her last conference call for the day with the California office which was three hours behind New York time. Talks about budgets, marketing strategies for the new fall campaign for the magazine couldn’t hold her attention. She needed an extreme dick down to clear the cobwebs in her brain. The only thing on her mind was thoughts of having Jeremiah Heat deep inside of her and hurting her pussy until she screamed for mercy. The only mercy she craved was to be savaged and ravaged by his dick. He knew how to hurt her unlike any man she had ever been with before. She knew he would show her no mercy. It was part of their agreement in their contract. Her clit throbbed again in recognition of her thoughts. She soothed its anxieties through her cotton skirt, and if she wasn’t on a conference call, she would have made herself come. There was nothing quiet about Nina Rogers when she had an orgasm. The thought of seeing the faces of the executives in the California office when they heard her screaming almost made Nina laugh out loud.
She kicked off her prized black pumps from Neiman Marcus and placed her feet on her desk. It felt good to be barefoot, and she sighed softly as her feet sunk into the plushness of the carpet. Her hands were free as she listened to the droning female voice of the VP of the California office fill up the remaining time with talking points. Finally, it was over and Nina hung up without even saying goodbye to anyone. The car service would be here in ten minutes to drive her to her apartment on Park Avenue and 86th street. She needed to freshen up before she left. A woman always has to have on her best face because you never know who you might meet in New York on any given night. New York is a stage and every night you have to give your best performance or there won’t be an encore.
Jeremiah Heat was pissed. He was so upset that he almost ran into the car in front of him, but managed to swerve away just in time. He gunned his black Jeep Cherokee onto the Bronx Expressway into Manhattan to meet Nina, but he wasn’t too happy about it. It was his night off and told the agency not to page him under any circumstances, but they had called anyway because Miss Nina Rogers had demanded to see him or else she would take her business elsewhere. In any business, the customer is always right and usually gets their way. In his business giving the sweet dick down made his clients even more demanding and agitated when they couldn’t get what they wanted. A horny woman was worse than a woman scorned in his line of work. Jeremiah had to make another bogus excuse about his brother being in trouble to his fiancée and left before she could really tear him a new asshole. There would be hell to pay when he came back home later that evening. He had to save at least one nut for her to swallow when he came back to quiet her down. Being blessed with a twelve inch dick came with its privileges. It was his get out of free jail card, and he used it like a Black American Express Card—he never left home without it. It was ready to be activated at all times.
Nina Rogers was his best client and she knew it. Lately, she had become more demanding and bossy. She would call him at random hours during the day at the agency, and now, was even sending him texts. She had even begun sending him flowers and other gifts at the office. He wasn’t quite sure how she got his cell phone number because all transactions were done through Well Hung agency and clients were not allowed to have their Dicker’s phone numbers for reasons of avoiding situations of sexual harassment. Jeremiah had been with Well Hung for five years and had been seeing Nina for over a year now, and engaged to his fiancée for the last three months.
He noticed that’s when everything changed with Nina, when he accidentally mentioned his fiancée’s name in passing and finally confessed to her the true nature of their relationship. She was quiet at first but then seemed genuinely happy for him. He should have known better because women in her position are used to being in control and don’t like being second to anyone. He hated women like Nina Rogers who acted as if they ruled the world because they made more money, had their own office and could basically have any man they wanted. She had chosen him out of every man from the agency. She paid very well and that’s another reason why he tolerated her, and she knew it. Money will make even the most independent person think twice about compromising their moral integrity.
Their initial meeting had been for drinks over a year ago at a local bar in the city during lunchtime. She ordered an Apple Martini and he ordered Cranberry juice. Jeremiah Heat never drank on the job. It was the first rule of being a maintenance man. Any inebriation could impair your performance, be it mental or physical, and that was bad for business. He had browsed her file earlier, which came with photographs and a background check before meeting her. The agency always e-mailed a potential client’s complete records as an initial introduction. She seemed to be the typical busy business woman who just didn’t have time to date or meet men. That’s where his services came in for the many busy and wealthy working women of New York. His clientele was like a beautiful rainbow of women from all shades of African-American, Caucasian, Spanish, Asian, and European women. Jeremiah’s dick did not discriminate when the call came to perform an immediate dick down. He prided himself on always being able to deliver. He was the Mailman; through any weather or situations, his package was always confirmed and ready to perform. He was their stress releaser so they could walk into a board meeting the next day completely relaxed and ready to do battle with corporate America.
As pissed as he was at Nina for pulling this shit on him; the sex was addictive because she was insatiable in her need to be pleased and to please him. Since he had mentioned his fiancée to Nina, she would ride and swallow him every time they were together until she was so sure that he had nothing left to give. Her motives were transparent to him, but he was too weak to stop her. Sex with Nina satisfied Jeremiah’s deepest cravings, but he was smart enough to know that it was just a business arrangement and she enjoyed playing games with him. Just as much as she desired him, Jeremiah knew that she could easily discard him like a used condom and move on to the next man.
All of her friends warned Sedra that Jeremiah was the living incarnation of the Devil, but her girlfriends tended to exaggerate. They were all just jealous of this fine black man who had chosen her when he could have had any woman
he wanted. Sedra loved her some Jeremiah Heat. He was the man she had been saving her virginity for all these years. At twenty-nine years, she was six years younger than Jeremiah, but he never treated her as if she was naïve and that made Sedra love him even more. They had been dating for almost a year now after meeting in the elevator of the Grand Hyatt on 42nd street. She was there for a conference with her church, and he was meeting an associate named Nina Rogers for dinner to discuss a new business venture. Sedra was instantly attracted to Jeremiah and that familiar dull ache of desire and lust sprung forth hard from between her thighs.
Her desires for sex would often consume her mind and body, and Sedra would pray fervently for deliverance from her sinful thoughts of fornication. Every week she would have to say at least one hundred Hail Mary’s after confessing her sins at church. The thoughts she was having about Jeremiah would need an infinite amount of prayers before God could forgive her. Sedra could barely look at him as the elevator went up. The scent of his Eternity cologne made her flush. She was embarrassed about how she was feeling, but couldn’t help wanting this beautiful man. He stood 6’9, dark complexion, broad football shoulders, shaved head, no tattoos or earrings, and lips that made her want to suck him like a baby sucking on a pacifier. He wore a tailored black suit that made him look as if he had just stepped off the covers of Ebony Man. Sedra felt the desire to step right into his arms and let him ravish her, but her religious beliefs had guided her life until now so she resisted all temptation. Later that evening, she ran into him again in the lobby and a conversation ensued. They had dinner that night and she informed him that she planned to stay a virgin until marriage. That confession didn’t make him yell for the check, and a year later, they were still together.
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