Or until you beg me to stop making you come
Whatever pleasure you desire is yours to have
I am here to please you because you are my sweet addiction.
5/9/08…7:09pm
One Last Come Before He Died
The heated scent of fucked pussy, wine, with the subtle fragrance of danger mixed together, filled the house with its concoction of night time passion even though it was the middle of the day. One sip of this love potion and the weak of heart could easily be inebriated. It took a man with a hard dick and even bigger balls to walk out of Caribbean Leroy’s house upright and with most of his faculties still intact after dicking down his woman—in his bed.
When he met her that afternoon, it was the beginning of spring and the possibilities of new things filled the air. The afternoon air was filled with the aroma of flowers and new pussy just whispering his name seductively. Benjamin Stevens would never have guessed that helping a beautiful young woman carry her grocery bags would be the death of him. It wouldn’t surprise anyone tomorrow morning when they read the obituary page that Benjamin had been found naked and dead in a married woman’s bed and still erect inside of her. He had lived his life chasing every piece of pussy that smiled his way, so it seemed only right that he would die inside the confines of one.
Sometimes he wished he had eyes all over his body so he could see every single woman without missing anything. He loved being in Brooklyn during the spring and summer months and watching the world come back to life and celebrating the passing of winter’s dreary demise.
It was a Saturday afternoon, and as he sipped on a glass of ice tea from his apartment window; he would occasionally watch a group of teenage girls and boys flirting with each other on the front steps of his building. It made him cringe to hear how the young men spoke to girls these days. There was no art or finesse to their language. The crudeness of their language was indicative of a society where everything is up for discussion and nothing is private. There was a classlessness that saddened him. Even though he was only thirty-five, Benjamin Stevens had always been an old soul. Maybe that was his problem, he couldn’t be happy just being. He was always searching for the next best thing. The next thing always seemed to land him in a woman’s bed. The lure of new pussy had always been his Achilles heel. Today, it would be the death of him.
The heads of the young men suddenly turned away from the girls and looked in one direction. Benjamin turned to see what they were all looking at. Even before he turned his head, he already knew that only one thing could capture the attention of young boys in the summertime. Their chests puffed out a few extra inches; one of them took off his shirt to show off his physique, but they all remained speechless as she walked by them and smiled. True beauty can leave you speechless and in awe. The young girls took mental notes on how to leave a man amazed and mute.
She was the reason why men cheated on their wives.
She was the reason why men would renounce everything just to slide between the comforts of her long legs and into the heaven of her tender pussy.
She was the reason why Benjamin Stevens would catch his death today.
His eyes followed the sway of her walk without blinking. Her body swung back and forth like a tree caught in the throes of a springtime breeze. Her skirt was the color of sunrise and barely enough material to cover the voluptuousness of her ass. It fluttered around her bare knees as if she was about to take flight into the afternoon sky. Every step she took, her high heels clicked rhythmically against the hot pavement and then she was gone, disappearing around the corner. In a flash, Benjamin picked up a shirt from the floor and ran outside with his shoes in his hands. He had to find her. The boys were all arguing that she had smiled at them and that she was their woman. The young women looked on in amusement as they began to realize the true power a woman can have over a man. Long after this moment, all of them would remember this day; a sort of an awakening of their womanhood. They would recognize her face the next day in the papers and would come to know her by her name and not just the pretty woman.
Benjamin ran in the direction of where she walked and it wasn’t too hard to find her. The trail of her scent was still fresh in the air like freshly baked bread drawing a crowd, heads were still turned in her direction and the look in the eyes of the men was of naked lust. Benjamin snatched a red rose from a street vendor and promised to pay on his way back.
Benjamin was a handsome man and had no trouble talking to women, but something about her made him nervous. Maybe it was the surety of her walk or the bounce in her ass signaling that she could take on all comers. If he had allowed his nervousness to speak louder than his ego and turned around to walk back home, he would have lived many more years to keep chasing new pussy. Instead, he walked up to her, cleared his throat and spoke.
“I think you dropped your flower,” he said with his best seductive smile. His teeth gleamed in the sunshine and created a beautiful contrast against his dark skin.
She stopped her stride and the air seemed to come crashing around her. She was even more beautiful up close as she smiled without any intent; but smile for a man and he assumes that he has gotten the green light to get into your panties.
“I didn’t realize that I had dropped my flower,” she said as she took it from his hand. The slight brush of her hand against his made Benjamin swoon. He knew he was in trouble with this one, but he couldn’t know how much until it would be too late.
There was soulfulness in her brown eyes that drew him closer, and when she smiled he noticed the slight gap between her front teeth. He heard that women who had this gap could give a man pleasure beyond their wildest dreams. He was sure that the fullness of her lips could suck a dick like an angel in heaven singing the sweet praises of love and grace. Her long dreadlocks seemed to be more of a fashion statement than any sort of religious convictions, and he imagined running his hands through it as she moaned his name. He didn’t even know here name and already he had her naked in bed and screaming profanities at God.
“What’s your name beautiful lady?”
“Carry my bags and maybe I will tell you my name?”
She enjoyed flirting with men because she knew most of them would do anything she asked. Being beautiful made it hard to walk down the streets sometimes, but she knew that as long as there were men walking this earth, she would never want for anything. Her pussy was her ticket to the good life. Benjamin grabbed the two small bags and as he reached to take them from her; his eyes became transfixed on her breasts. Her nipples pressed hard against her tan blouse, and her dark full breasts peaked through the open buttons giving him a full view of what would soon be warm against his lips.
“Do you like what you see?” Her question startled Benjamin back to reality.
“Yes…yes very much so.”
“You’re a very naughty boy. I’m sure you just want to help me with my bags then get into my panties.”
Benjamin felt emboldened and flirted right back with her. “Are you wearing any panties?”
She laughed a rich, full laugh that came from her heart and her breasts bounced up and down with it. He could tell that she liked him. He pretended to stop and tie his shoelaces just so he could get a full view of her ass again from the back. They looked like two full water balloons that he wanted to pop with some deep, sweet strokes to put her in flight. She knew that he was looking and gave him an eyeful as she bent over to pick up her fallen rose. A gust of wind gave her skirt wings and the roundness of her ass filled his gaze. As quickly as it came, the wind was gone and her skirt came back down to cover her ass. Their eyes met and they both knew what would be happening next. Her pussy was heavy with unreleased nectar juice and she was hungry to be fucked. She noticed the huge print in his pants and imagined what it would feel like in her hands, inside her pussy, in the warmth of her mouth, and the sweet dark tightness of her ass. Her body ached with want. Benjamin’s dick throbbed in appreciation of her beauty and he mentally fucked her as they walked
up the block.
She looked around anxiously as they entered her brownstone, but his excitement dismissed her nervousness as just a woman being a woman. If he was on his game, he would have noticed the two men trailing him from two blocks away. He would have sensed that danger was lurking in the air, but the only scent that was on Benjamin’s mind was the aroma of her heated pussy on his face, lips and coating his dick with her honey. The front door to the brownstone creaked closed and Benjamin dropped the bags to the floor and pinned her against the red walls. His hands slid down to grasp the roundness of her ass and squeezed both cheeks tightly. Eagerly, he slipped his fingers between her legs which swung open like a front door and waves of her wet warmth saturated his fingers. She moaned into his mouth as their lips met roughly, and they kissed hard without any finesse. Gently he massaged the fullness of her crotch and used his fingers to encircle her protruding clit. Spasms of electric currents of arousal shot out like brilliant burst of light all over her body and her knees buckled, but he had her pinned against the wall for support. Pedestrians walked outside merely a few feet away oblivious to what was happening behind the closed front door of 1513 Passion Drive. The two men who were trailing them stopped at the front door and heard the familiar sounds of her moans, looked at each other and shook their heads before continuing to the Two Plus Two bar a few blocks away. Their boss, Caribbean Leroy, would not be pleased to know that his woman was about to be fucked by another man. The last man who thought he could enjoy Caribbean Leroy’s pussy and walk away to brag about it walked away minus a dick and his balls stuffed in his mouth. They didn’t kill him so he could spread the tale all around Brooklyn that Caribbean Leroy’s woman was never to be touched. Benjamin Stevens never got that memo.
Benjamin knew that someone could walk down the stairs, open their door, or walk through the front of the building and catch them having relations, but he was so aroused that in the moment, he didn’t care if anyone saw them. His fire ached to be wrapped inside the heat of her flames. Trickles of arousal dripped from his fingertips and he slipped one finger at a time between his lips to taste the essence of her arousal. He sighed deeply as he swallowed her and hungered for more. He ripped her blouse open and the fullness of her breasts spilled out like ripe mangoes falling softly to the earth from its branch. They were heavy with ache and he suckled each of them slowly as he pressed her back harder into the wall.
“Fuck me right here,” she urged him as her legs spread open and he lifted her up by her ass. “Fuck this sweet black pussy.”
Benjamin buried his face in the hollow of her neck and bit her deeply. She screamed as his teeth and dick sunk into her tender flesh simultaneously. She urged him to go deeper. She wanted him to find her buried treasure and expose its secrets to his dick and tongue. Every thrust brought him closer to hearing her scream like a banshee. He needed to hear her scream. He needed to know that he was touching something in her so deep that it was overwhelming all of her senses and sending her into passion overload.
Someone was trying to get into the building so they hurriedly picked up their clothes and the bags of groceries and ran down the hall to her apartment. The single red rose was forgotten on the step. They didn’t bother to lock the door and went straight to her bedroom. She threw herself on the bed, assumed the doggy style position, and spread her legs wide open to let him see the sweet darkness that was awaiting his invasion. The muscles in her ass contracted as both cheeks bounced up and down with an invitation that Benjamin planned on RSVPing immediately. His dick pulsed to life, the roundness of his brown head strained to be inside of her again. The long locks of her hair spread out evenly on the bed and he jumped on her like a jockey about to ride his horse. Before entering her again, he kissed both of her ass cheeks as if he were kissing her lips and her clit jumped to attention feeling neglected. He kissed every inch of her round, delicious ass and just when she thought that she could not take anymore; he held her firmly by the waist and bit into her deeply.
“Ohhhh Sssshittt,” she moaned. She thrust her ass into his face to let him know she wanted him to bite her deeper. He bit her again, smacked both of her ass cheeks and her legs trembled as a spontaneous orgasm raged from her tight honey coated walls. He placed the full length of his manhood smoothly between the crack of her ass, and she maneuvered her body to let him slide inside of her aching pussy. His eyes closed, his back straightened, his balls tightened as she swallowed every inch of his ten inch dick. This is what life is all about right here, Benjamin thought to himself. He couldn’t understand why men were gay when there was so much pussy waiting for them. He rationalized that there would just be more pussy waiting for him so he didn’t have a problem with gays. Life was beautiful.
Caribbean Leroy listened to his men as they whispered to him what his woman was up to. He listened intently, finished up his Carib Beer and got up.
“I’m getting too old for this shit to be chasing after young pussy. Old pussy know how to act and take their foolishness someplace else, but these young gals today always want more and more. Leh we go teach she ass a lesson.”
His accent always came out thicker when he was angry. Caribbean Leroy was a big, black ugly motherfucker, the color of night and teeth as white as snow. He stood 6’2”, 300 lbs and a gut that made him look as if he was about to deliver at any minute. He was mockingly referred to as Biggie Smalls behind his back, the slain rapper from Brooklyn. He was in his mid-sixties and kept himself in reasonably good shape...except for his gut. He knew that this young girl, only twenty-two was too much for his old ass, but his pride wouldn’t let him admit that age had finally caught up with him and it was time to stop chasing young trim. Not even Viagra could get his dick hard enough to fuck her, and he would lay in bed embarrassed sometimes and apologetic. “Just eat my pussy” she would order him with contempt in her voice. He wanted to slap this young cunt and put her in her place, but seeing her cry would hurt him more than it would hurt her. As far as he knew, he didn’t have any kids. He knew now what his mother meant when she used to beat his ass as she professed it would hurt her more than it hurt him. He didn’t know how that was possible. He was the one getting brutalized with mop sticks, wires, and anything she could lay her hands on. But now, with her, he knew what she meant. Seeing her cry one time was enough for him. If his men could see the pussy he had become behind closed doors, they would laugh in his face. Caribbean Leroy dressed the part of a pimp, always in a suit and hat and a cigar in his hand, but even though he looked the part; he was only a man, a lonely old man. He had immigrated to the States back in the 60’s from Antigua and owned a string of bars around the neighborhood. Like most men his age, he had been through a string of women and it was only now that he was realizing how many good women had slipped through his fingers. He summoned his Caribbean Leroy persona and started to march up the street with his men following closely behind.
This was a first for Benjamin. His dick got harder with every stroke, and when she mounted him; she reached back and stroked his hardness in her right hand. He was about to come like a mountain spewing its lava, but she squeezed the base of his dick to control his ejaculation and only a 0.1 eruption was registered. Her body twisted into a 69 position and he was now lips to lips with a wet pussy in urgent need of licking. The heat of her breath ignited his pubic hair; she cupped his balls into the small of her palm and squeezed them gently as if she was testing the ripeness of grapes. Benjamin squirmed and moaned when she took his hardened manhood between her lips and sampled the remnants of his mini explosion. She wrapped her arms around his upper thighs and instinctively, he thrust upwards into the warmth of her lips and the depths of her hungry mouth. She gagged at the full size of his girth, but was up for the challenge as she swirled her tongue around his curved thickness. The veins protruding from his erection ran smoothly against her tongue, and she slid him deep into her thirsty throat. There were no words he could say to express the pleasure that was feeling, and he was cut off in mid-moan when she thrust her ass
back into his face to taste her fevered arousal. Benjamin marveled at the plumpness of her lips and stuck his tongue into her sweet flower. He used the thumb on his right hand to prod her tight anus open. She shoved back hard on his thumb and it disappeared completely into her ass. The suddenness of having her tight hole filled caused her to stop sucking his dick and let out a cry of passion that filled the room.
“Pleasssse baby…give it to me,” she almost begged. “Put that fat dick in my ass. Make me scream your fucking name! I need a real man to fuck this fat pussy!”
She quickly turned back around and mounted him. His erection looked like a rocket as it shot straight up into the air. He palmed her fleshy ass, spread his fingers open to hold her still, and she bent down lower to feed him a chocolate nipple. One nipple wasn’t enough to satisfy Benjamin’s hunger. He wanted both of them between his lips at the same time. No one had ever sucked both of her nipples at the same time, and the warmth of passion rolled over her like a whisper seductively caressing her ears.
“Say it again,” he urged her in a throaty, horny voice. Hearing her say it excited him.
“Fuck me in my ass! Fill my ass with your pipe! Make me come hard baby!”
She didn’t even know her name and she was calling him baby, but Benjamin didn’t care. Her pussy knew his name and by the time he was done with her; his name would be engraved inside of her. With his fingers still spread across her ass, she sat upright as he gradually opened her tightest hole with his pulsating head to fill its darkness. It felt like his dick was being strangled as she used her hands to spread her ass open for him even more. Her whimpers of pleasure made his blood run hot and his strokes were slow and deliberate. She urged him to go faster and deeper as her darkness gave way to slivers of light. They were both lost to what they were feeling and didn’t hear Caribbean Leroy and his men open the bedroom door.
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