The Pussy Whispers

by Dean Jéan-Pierre

  There were many nights when Sedra wanted to give in to her desires to have Jeremiah fill her up with the same fervor that she felt for Jesus Christ. She loved two men, her Lord and savior Jesus Christ and Jeremiah Heat. God lived deep inside of her heart and soon she would have Jeremiah’s thick heat deep inside of her hungry flesh. Her body and spirit would finally be fulfilled and she could scream for both the men she loved. The thought of that would make Sedra smile because the day was coming soon when Jeremiah would make love to her on their wedding night and every night after that.

  After Jeremiah left to go meet his brother in the Bronx, Sedra tidied up all their clothes and sheets that they had thrown to the floor as they wrestled and she pretended to resist his advances. She loved how his dark naked body would cover her light skin and make her feel weak and protected at the same time. Sedra rationalized that being a virgin meant not being penetrated vaginally so she and Jeremiah engaged in oral sex on a regular basis. At first, the thought of having a man’s penis inside of her mouth repulsed her, but after the first few minutes of feeling Jeremiah growing and pulsating inside of her mouth and between her lips, Sedra enjoyed the feel of his dick rubbing back and forth against her lips.

  It excited her and made her feel powerful at the thought of this huge man moaning like a baby as she stroked him with hands and teased him with her lips and tongue. She was unprepared the first time when she felt his dick stiffen like a piece of brick inside of her mouth, and he held her head tightly between his hands until every inch of his erection slipped deep down inside of her throat. She had no choice but to swallow him as he came for over two minutes and fed her throat with his warm passion juice. Sedra thought he was having a seizure or maybe she was doing something wrong, but the look on his face told her that her man loved every second of the pleasure he had just experienced.

  From that day on, Sedra relished sucking and swallowing her man’s thickness. It was the least she could do for him to alleviate his sexual frustrations. He had been so patient and understanding about her wanting to stay a virgin until they got married. He never asked for sex and respected her wishes completely. Every time she performed oral sex on him, the urge to forget about being a virgin intensified as her legs would quiver without stopping, her pussy lips would ache so much that it hurt when Jeremiah would lovingly stroke his tongue over them. She would then sit on Jeremiah’s face and he would suck on her lips hungrily as if drinking the sweet juices from a coconut. She loved how his lips felt on her bald pussy and couldn’t wait until their wedding night to feel him inside of her.

  Sedra was by all definitions a fox, a hottie…even for a church girl. She had a killer body that was hidden beneath conservative clothes. Her breasts were 38C with nipples that wouldn’t quit. Her 5’7 frame was equipped with an ass that bounced like a yo-yo on a string and would definitely be bouncing high and hard when it finally got a sweet dick down from Jeremiah. When Sedra looked at any man with her grey eyes and pouty lips, even a man of God would think twice about giving his life to the church. It’s hard to think about Jesus Christ when a woman who was molded by his hands is staring at you, and the only vision you see is her naked body calling to you to feed it dick. God made her in his image so he of all people had to understand how difficult such intense beauty can be to resist for any mortal man. Any man who desires God more than he craves the supple flesh of a woman is definitely a man of God who has a higher calling than any earthly pleasures. God bless that man!

  It was always good to come home to her 18th floor apartment after a long day at the office. Nina closed the door behind her, but it remained ajar. Her pussycat ran to her and purred and rubbed up against Nina’s bare legs. She popped in a Jill Scott CD and quickly discarded pieces of clothing as she walked to her bedroom. By the time she entered her bedroom, she was naked and ready for a shower. Bonkers purred again, this time more insistent.

  “Mommy’s baby is hungry?”

  She bent down to stroke her Persian cat and her fingers got lost in its thick white fur. Bonkers purred as if she was starved for attention. Both of them had something in common. They were hungry to be fed. Both pussys would be fed, one with food, and the other with dick. Nina walked to the shower in her bedroom and turned on the water with Bonkers right at her heels. The hot water needed a few minutes to heat up so she walked back to the kitchen to feed a hungry Bonkers. Jill Scott sang to her as she walked by.

  “My love is deeper, tighter…sweeter, higher didn’t you notice…”

  Only Jill can make pussy sound so innocent and naughty at the same time. Nina had tickets to see her next week at the Convention Center in Washington, DC. She would be there on business for the magazine.

  She still had some time before Jeremiah got here. She knew he would be hitting traffic right about now, so she poured herself a glass of white wine and stepped onto her porch. Spring was her favorite time of the year. It wasn’t too hot or too cold; a harmonious balance of nature. The cool air kissed her naked body then whispered kisses on her nipples and her shaven pussy. She closed her eyes and took a sip of wine and allowed the moment to take her away. Five minutes later, she entered her steaming shower and felt a little woozy from the half glass of wine. She wasn’t a drinker and always had a hard time recollecting things the next day.

  Jeremiah pulled in across the street from Nina’s building and sat in his Jeep for a few minutes to cool down. His entire evening had been fucked-up. He had to leave his fiancée naked in bed. Nina was a bitch out of control. He had gotten stuck in traffic, and to make matters worse—an asshole cop had given him a ticket for speeding. It took thirty minutes before he was able to drive away. His mood was foul and he wanted to hurt someone to release all the tension he was feeling. He gathered his thoughts, stepped out of his Jeep, and took a black duffel bag from his truck. He was so focused on what he was planning as he crossed the street that he didn’t notice it was starting to rain, and the car that pulled in two spaces behind him.

  The security guard was nowhere in sight so he went straight to the elevator without signing in. As he got closer to the 18th floor, Jeremiah reached into his duffel bag to get his equipment ready. He didn’t want any surprises tonight. He knew exactly where Nina kept her spare key. It was under a loose tile under her doormat. As Jeremiah approached the front door, he could see it was ajar; it wasn’t the first time that Nina had forgotten to lock the door. She was careless that way. He had warned her that one day she would regret leaving it open. Tonight would be that night for Nina Rogers.

  Jeremiah stepped inside and softly closed the door behind him. He heard the lock snap shut. She would have nowhere to go. The stupid cat with its bionic ears heard him come in, but didn’t purr to alert Nina that he was here. She had just been fed and was laid out on the couch like a guest. Before he could take another step, the CD stopped and all was quiet. He heard her singing in the shower and knew he was safe. Quickly he put on a pair of black gloves and placed a stocking cap over his head to cover his face. He was dressed all in black and blended in nicely in the darkness of her apartment. She had exquisite taste. A few expensive art pieces hung on the walls and she had every piece of new electronic gadgets scattered all around her apartment. Finally, the next CD came on and instantly added energy to the quiet of the apartment. It was the frenetic rap patois of Busta Rhymes rapping, “Put Your Hands Where My Eyes Can See” it made Jeremiah want to break out in a dance. He resisted the urge and instead walked over to the stereo and put the song on repeat. It would be the perfect cover for what he had planned.

  He stepped into her bedroom as her singing became clearer. She was rapping to Busta. No one would peg her for liking rap music. She just didn’t fit the profile. Goes to show you that you should never judge a book by its cover. Her cleaning lady had been by that day. The bed was made up, all her clothes were put away, and the rugs were freshly vacuumed. How lazy must you be to have a once a week maid for an apartment Jeremiah thought to himself as he stepped into her huge walk in closet and
waited for her to come in. He set his duffel bag down at his feet, got what he needed from it, and bobbed his head to the music that filtered into the bedroom.

  Nina loved taking long hot showers, and loved how the hot jets of spray relaxed her body. The air in the bathroom was thick with fog as she stepped out of the shower. She had to use a towel to wipe off the mirror to see her reflection. She was always struck by the sensuality of her naked body as she caressed her breasts and squeezed her nipples. It was ironic that people paid so much money to buy beautiful works of art, but the most beautiful creation was a woman’s naked body and it was always covered-up with clothes.

  Jeremiah should be here soon she thought to herself as she lathered up her body with Victoria’s Secret Cucumber Melon. It was her favorite fragrance and she wanted to smell nice for him. Nina slipped into a pair of sheer lacey see-through panties that hugged her ass tightly. It made her feel sexy and flirty. She then slipped on a see-through red nighty that felt wonderful against her warm skin. She was ready. Where the hell was Jeremiah? He knew how she got when she needed a sweet dick down.

  Nina’s mind was only focused on getting fucked by Jeremiah so she didn’t realize that her CD was on repeat as she lit a few candles in the living room and walked into her bedroom to light two more. She walked a few feet by her closet and before she realized what was happening; she felt the presence of something quickly approaching her and she was propelled into the wall ahead. She braced for the crash by extending her arms forward. There wasn’t any time to think, scream, or even turn around before she was completely overpowered. She was a tall woman but this man was bigger and heavier than she was and would have no problem hurting her. She felt a sharp object in her back and her blood ran cold as if death was waiting for her. It felt like a knife so she dared not scream unless she wanted to end up in a pool of her own warm blood.

  He pushed her up against the wall roughly and pressed his body into her. Nina felt the thick strength of his erection pounding between the crack of her ass through her nightgown. She didn’t want to think of what would happen next. He wrapped his left hand around her throat and squeezed it just a little to let her know that he had to power to end her life. Nina gasped for air when he released her and allowed her to breathe again. It was a knife that he had jammed into her ribs because he quickly removed it, and she felt the cold steel slowly grazing up her thighs. Nina felt her heartbeat racing and pounding against her chest like fists against a door. What was he going to do to her? He hadn’t said a word as yet, but his intent was clear. She had to find a way out of this but how? He was so much bigger than her that there was no way she could overpower him. There didn’t seem to be anyway out of this. The thought of being raped frightened Nina, but she wouldn’t allow herself to succumb to the fear…not yet.

  The knife slid smoothly between Nina’s skin and the waistband of her panties, and sliced through it cleanly. He roughly parted her thighs with his legs from behind and her panties fell to the floor; and were quickly followed by her red nightgown that he savagely ripped from her body. Nina stood there naked and in fear for her life and knew that if she screamed that she would be dead in seconds. The damn security guard was useless. How else did a stranger slip into the building and her apartment? The music was playing so loud that no one would probably hear her blood curdling screams as her throat was slashed and she was left for dead. Who would take care of Bonkers? It was a stupid thought to have but she loved her kitty.

  He released his grasp from her throat but still had the side of the knife pressed into her back. In one swift motion, he roughly brought her two hands behind her back and clasped handcuffs on them. He then placed a blindfold around her eyes. She was helpless and completely at his mercy. As an added reminder for her to keep quiet, he placed the knife on the right side of her neck. “You’re all mine,” he seemed to be saying to her. Nina could hear him slipping his gloves off, and the touch of his hands against her naked skin sent chills throughout Nina’s naked body. His touch was gentle as if coaxing her to relax, but fear gripped her and she was unable to breathe.

  He was a stranger who intended to rape her. His hands smoothly glided over the firmness of her ass, and he caressed it as if it were some priceless piece of art worthy of being admired. Then he slowly ran his fingers between the cheeks of her ass and Nina moaned reluctantly. It was one of her many weak spots. She wasn’t sure if her moans were out loud or in her mind. He continued up the curve of her back, then down both of her arms and gently massaged her breasts. Nina was helpless to struggle so she just stood there and waited until it was over. She prayed silently for a miracle as he squeezed her nipples hard, right in the middle of one of her prayers. The pain was so intense that she screamed, but her scream just blended into the background of the music. The thumping beat of the music and her heart reverberated loudly in Nina’s ears. She couldn’t think straight and she felt as if her body was no longer her own.

  For a brief second, she thought he had left the apartment and that she was finally safe. She turned around still blindfolded, hands handcuffed behind her back and took one-step forward. She ran directly into him. He was still there observing her as if she was his prey. She stepped back and felt the coldness of the wall against her back. She felt him approaching her and she had nowhere to turn. The full weight of his body pressed against hers and this time he was naked. He had been undressing quietly while observing her. The thickness of his erection pressed hard into her and slipped down to the soft folds of her pussy. Without thinking, she screamed as loud as she could and her screams were quickly followed by two hard slaps to both sides of her face. The shock of being hit caught her by surprise, and he placed his hands over her mouth before securing it with tape.

  The helplessness of the situation hit Nina and she almost broke down crying, but she didn’t want to give the bastard the satisfaction even though she was scared to death. He might not only rape her but kill her. The thought of her mortality made Nina think about her family members that she hardly spoke to, friends whom she never called back, and her employees who respected her but didn’t like her. She wished she had more time to make amends.

  He was toying with her. Breathing in her face, flicking her erect nipples with his fingers and his growing erection threatened to enter her, but every time he pulled back just to let her know that he could have her whenever he wanted. She could almost feel the smirk oozing from his face. He bent down closer to her and his hot breath ignited her neck. He held her in place by putting his hands on her waist as he sucked her nipples. It was raw animal lust and her body, not Nina, responded to how he was making her body feel.

  This is crazy she thought to herself. This man is about to rape and I can’t stop my pussy from throbbing.

  Nina didn’t know what scared her more, being raped or the fact that she was turned on by this perversion. She rationalized that it was her body doing the reacting and not her mind.

  But didn’t her mind control her body?

  His hands slipped around behind her ass and he squeezed it as if he owned it, as if she had given him permission. Maybe her moans were the permission he needed to feel entitled to touch her in such a familiar way. Nina gasped when she felt his fingers slip inside of her wet pussy. His body pressed against her and impaled her against the wall. His fingers slipped in and out of her, and he massaged her throbbing pussy lips. Her breathing became shallow and she clamped down on her lips to stop from screaming with pleasure. She didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. The handcuffs were cutting into her skin, but the pleasure that was vibrating throughout her body was even more intense, so she ignored the pain. Nina wanted him to release the pressure that was building inside of her pussy walls. Her initial fear had now turned to excitement then back to fear again. She was all fucked up.

  Her clit was fully exposed and she knew from experience that the only way for it to retract into the folds of her pussy was for her to have an orgasm. Slowly he used the tip of his finger to massage her clit in a circula
r motion, and then counter clockwise. Nina was fighting a losing battle. She knew it and he knew it. Her lips parted open to release the many moans that had stayed quiet until now. She purred and meowed like Bonkers until her body shook and her knees knocked together like two pieces of wood being hit together. It was hard to breathe with her mouth taped up, but the tape had come slightly loose around the corners of her mouth to allow her some air. She inhaled the cool air and exhaled more moans.

  He bent down in front of her on his knees, and his lips quickly found her exposed clitoris. At first, he sucked on it slowly as if building a rhythm, and when he found it, he sucked it so hard that Nina’s moans turned into tears. Her body was numb with pleasure. She was embarrassed, humiliated, and angry for feeling this way; but God help her—she was loving it. With one last deep suck, she came hard in spurts and his mouth was ready for her onslaught of warm nectar. He swallowed every drop and waited for more. Satisfied there was no more for now, he stood up and forced Nina to her knees. She was still shaking from coming so hard so she felt disoriented and unsure of what he would do to her next. It didn’t take her long to find out what he wanted from her.

  He removed the tape from her mouth and she felt the heat of his manhood close to her face. She would have to suck his dick. He grabbed her by her dreads and started to rub his erection all over her face then he slapped her across her face with his thickness. It felt heavy like a real slap as it assaulted her cheeks. Nina’s mouth reluctantly opened and twelve inches of black meat filled her mouth and throat. He grabbed her fiercely by both sides of her head and continued to force himself down her throat. Nina gagged and gasped for air, but he showed no mercy. She couldn’t see what she was sucking, her hands were still handcuffed behind her back, and for a brief insane moment she had the stupid idea of biting it off, but she quickly discarded that thought. He would surely kill her. Relentlessly, he force-fed his erection to her until she felt his body tense up, and she knew he was about to come in her mouth. Nina braced herself and fought the urge to vomit at this humiliation, but her anger wasn’t as strong as before. He came forcefully without making a sound and stayed inside of her mouth until she swallowed every drop he had given her. There seemed to be no end to his cruelty. He helped her back to her feet, wrapped his hands around her waist and threw her on the bed.