by Nicety
I reached up grabbing her tits through her bra before yanking them out hysterically and popping them in my mouth. It tasted like a fine wine and smelled like fresh roses. Her large dark nipple felt like velvet in my mouth. I damn near swallowed it before prying myself from it ripping the bra cup off the next one and devouring it the same way. She tilted her head back releasing an elegant moan and trembling but allowing me to do with it what I willed.
With her tit still engorged in my mouth, I reached down undoing my pants quickly pulling my already rock hard cock out stroking it rapidly. She tried to scoot downward grabbing me in her hands. She salivated as she tried to affix her mouth around me but was halted when I grabbed her and shook my head in disagreement. I did not want her to give me any head. I wanted her to ride my fucking dick until the skin peeled off of it. She understood.
Starla grabbed her fat ass pulling it upward before coming down slowly on my shaft. Her pussy was so soaking wet that it made me feel like I was on a wild water ride. It was so good that I bit my lip each time she came down on me. It was a long time coming but I needed that pussy. I yearned for that pussy. It was the only one that I ever wanted. And, even after a year of letting some other man bang the shit out of it, it still felt the same as the first day I entered it.
“Mmm, shit.” My body was on fire internally.
She leaned her head back bouncing briskly as I sucked each nipple consistently and stuck my hand down to flick her clit and make her wetter. Starla gushed juices all on me and while her thighs shook wildly, I felt like I was in love again. Not emotionally but physically. Usually I could equate the two but given the circumstances, right now, the physical was higher than the emotional. I tried to focus on things that were not related to the amazing wet feeling springing on my shaft.
I tried to think about football games, a great cheeseburger, golf, and even a boring old game of spades. But, it was inevitable. My dick was so hard it could have penetrated a bulletproof bank vault. Starla moaned uncontrollably and my hand rubbed her clit so closely she exploded several times on top of me. I was about to explode one good time and I was not sorry about it either. The cum reached the tip of my dick and I firmly gripped Starla’s neck pushing her down as I pumped into her as far and as hard as I could.
“Ahh!” My eyes tightened and my teeth clenched as I wrapped my arms around her waist tightly forcing her to slow down steadily and easily busting my nut all in the pussy it was meant for. “Woo.”
“I love you baby,” she whispered wrapping her arms around my neck.
“I love you too, Starla.” My breathing slowed.
“What are we gonna do, Chino?”
“I don’t know.”
“Well, I have one idea. You could come to my session with me Thursday at 10am. The doc thinks she can help us stay together.” She caught her breath as her face lit up like she truly believed that we could be fixed.
“I don’t know about that, Starla. I mean I’m not the one with the problems. Why should I have to go see a shrink?”
“It’s not like that baby. She’s just there to help us get past this hardship in our marriage so that we can move forward with our lives. She’s not your average doctor. Trust me.” Her lips gently pressed against mine.
It was the first time she had sweetly kissed me in a year. I felt like I had a schoolboy’s crush again. Her explanation was understood but I was not feeling talking to a stranger about my problems. I removed myself from Starla, taking her by the waist and sitting her on the side of me gently before rising from the couch. My stride took me towards the staircase unable to continue the conversation. After a trying day, all I wanted to do was take a shower and go to bed.
“But, will you go and at least try?”
“Starla, I don’t want to talk about this right now. Honestly, I don’t know if I’ll go or not. I really don’t want to.” Before she could answer or plead her case even further, I jolted up the stairs skipping steps along the way.
Chapter 19
Starla
Thursday morning seemed like a new day. I rose early to make breakfast. Chino and I were still not sleeping in the same bed again, but at least we were talking and I had even been back to working again. It had only been a few days but something told me that things were about to change for the better between Chino and I. Scrambled eggs with cheese and diced green peppers, whole wheat toast, and turkey bacon created a delicious smell throughout the house. Meanwhile, I sat Chino’s briefcase on the kitchen counter next to the sink.
The shower had stopped ten minutes ago and I knew he would be running down the stairs in no time. I only had a small window of time to prepare. I grabbed the small white notepad out of the drawer with a blue ballpoint pen and begin writing as quickly as I could. At the end of the note, I drew a little smiley face to let him know that I still felt the same way I did a few days ago about us getting our marriage back on track. To be sure he would not misinterpret, I read it back to myself:
Today at 10am.
Dr. B
1101 Perimeter Drive, Suite 450
I will always love you.
It was perfect. Quickly, I sealed it with a deep red lipstick kiss then opened the flaps on his briefcase and tossed it right on top of his briefs so he could easily find it. Like clockwork, Chino ran down the stairs seemingly in a hurry scrambling through the cabinets for his favorite coffee cup before I handed it to him freshly poured. He looked up into my eyes and smiled as if to say thank you before taking his usual seat at the table. He looked down at his newspaper noticing that I had already turned to his favorite page as well.
“Thanks.”
“You are more than welcome and here’s breakfast.” I placed the still warm plate in front of him.
“Breakfast? Wow, this looks amazing!” He munched down on a piece of bacon. “You’re on a roll today aren’t you?”
“I guess you could say that.” I did not want to mention it to him.
He sounded pretty mad to talk about it the other day so I wanted him to want to be there for me, for us. I was not going to pressure him though. If he was not willing to put forth the effort to make this work then neither could I. But, something told me that I would not have to worry about that. My baby always did the right thing even when he did not feel comfortable doing it. He wouldn’t let me down. I watched as he devoured the few pieces of his meal with ease, swallowing his coffee rising to put his dishes in the sink.
“That was a great way to start the day. Thanks babe.”
I took the dishes from him to place them in the sink myself. “Anytime baby. So what have you got planned for today?”
“Uh, just the usual meetings and work. We’ve got court next week and it’s a really big case too. I haven’t really been able to focus on work much but I’ve definitely got to start buckling down.” He smiled.
“Right, right. Gotta start buckling down. Anything else?” I shot him the puppy dog eyes.
“Okay, okay. I know what you’re doing and you don’t have to worry. I got this okay?”
“You do?”
“Yeah, baby. I know what’s going on here and I know you’ve been trying to do better. I’ve been watching you. You don’t have to worry about me.” He snatched his briefcase up and kissed me on the forehead.
“I’m not worried, baby. I know you’ll always do the right thing, Chino.” My face saddened.
He exhaled with a glimmer of solace in his eye. “Starla, I’m not going to do anything with Ashley. Alright? I’m not even going to allow her to see me. If anything I’ll tell her I’m really busy. Okay?”
The facial expression spread across my face read of nothing but confusion. Why would he tell her he was busy or something? He should have been telling her that he could no longer see her and that he was reconciling with me. But, this was not the time to argue with him. Besides, I had not fully had him back yet. It was pretty touch and go. That Ashley had more of an affect on him than I thought and would need to be erased from his life indefinite
ly. Until I figured out how to do that I would just keep playing it cool so I did not scare him into her arms.
“Yep. Okay, babe.” I assured him.
“I’m loving this pencil skirt by the way. Look at that ass! You know I’ve always told you look good in red,” He joked.
“My baby loves the color red,” I apathetically joked back.
“Okay so call or text me and let me know what’s for dinner.” He kissed me again then slapped my ass before rushing out the door.
“I always do.” My words fell on deaf ears.
It seemed as though he had forgotten all about our talk the other day. He had forgotten. It was shocking because this was something that was richly important to the condition of our marriage and he had totally and utterly forgotten. It was too late for me to argue the issue because it was something that did not need to be discussed over the phone. I started to think that my note was ultimately a great idea. Once he saw it there was no way he would be able to admit that he did not know about it.
Rather than dwell on it, I snatched my Louis satchel and headed to the Benz. I was leaving out rather early but I wanted to get to the office and sit there just in case Chino tried to show up and surprise me by getting there earlier than I did. He loved surprises and had a bad habit of doing them too. He was actually really good at it and I loved when he did them for me. Maybe apart of me was in denial that he had forgotten or did not want to believe it but I just could not fathom the thought of him leaving me hanging like that.
On the road, I noticed that it was a quarter to nine. It was actually later than I thought it was. I popped in my Gospel CD to uplift me and keep me in good spirits before bad thoughts started trying to swim around in my head. I pulled up into the parking lot of the doc’s office with the music blasting and Marvin Sapp letting me know that “He Saw The Best” in me. The beats cultivated my mind and awakened a light in me that I never even knew existed. It was strange but it also helped me come to a small bit of peace with the passing of Kenya. I felt good. I felt as if a burden was about to be lifted from my shoulders very soon.
“Hi, Mrs. Jacobs,” the thin light complexioned receptionist greeted. “I’ve gotten you all signed in and the doctor should see you in a few minutes.
“Thank you.”
It was 9:15am when I sat down in the lobby chairs. There was no one else there with me. Only me. I found that odd for a doctor who was usually always busy. Every other time that I had come to visit her there would be a lobby full of patients waiting to be seen. It was disturbing but it also let me know that if we wanted to go over our time today, it surely would not be a big problem. I was anxious and excited to get this session on. I could not wait to hear what she had in store for Chino and I.
The ordinary circular wall clock read 9:34am and Chino was not here yet. He was not one to be late for anything, the most punctual man on Earth. The firm was downtown but that did not matter since traffic would be a breeze at this time of day. The receptionist was yapping away with her counterpart as if they were not at work but at the club during happy hour. It disgusted me how they talked about their baby daddy drama all out in the open like that without care of what others thought of them. It was actually down right ghetto.
“Uh, Hun. The doctor will see you now.” The Caucasian one pointed to me taking a break from her interesting conversation.
“Oh, okay thanks.” I entered the side door heading back to the doc’s private office knocking before entering the room. “Good morning.”
“Good morning, Mrs. Jacobs. How are you?” Dr. B stood from her massive desk walking around to what I liked to call her “listening chair”. “Is your husband behind you?”
“I’m fine. Um, no he’s not behind me. He should be coming along shortly though.” I was not sure if I had just told a lie or not.
“Are you sure he’s coming?” She gawked at me from out the top of her glasses.
“Yeah.” Now that was a lie. “Sure.”
We sat there in silence. I guessed she did not want to start the appointment until the very stroke of 10am. Either that or she was waiting to see if Chino would show up. Either way, I was nervous for both to get there. If Chino did not show I would not have any explanation to tell her why nor would I want to make up one. And, if he did show, I was deathly afraid of what she would make us go through to fix our marriage and wondered if he would be up to doing it.
Dr. B wrote aimlessly in her journal. I wish I had a chance to see what the hell she had been writing this entire time. She could have been calling me all types of crazies and wackos for all I knew even though I truly hoped that was not true. I looked over at her sparingly, so as not to draw attention to my dreary expression and somber eyes. I checked my phone pretending that I was Internet browsing or cruising Facebook when in actuality I was watching the time. It was 9:45am and he still was not here.
My palms began to moisten. My breath shortened as if I would pass out. To say that I was nervous was an understatement. I whipped one leg over the other and smiled when Dr. B looked up at me as I transferred my weight. She was reading me as if I were a suspect in a crime. She knew I was restless from the anticipation of his arrival.
Time would not stand still for anything, no matter how much I secretly willed it. I wanted to text him only to ask him where he was. At least it would give me insight on where he was and help me to stop my nervousness from the song and dance. The digital clock on my phone turned to 9:50am and as it did her office door came swinging open and so did my heart.
“Dr. B, your son called and said he will be ready at about 7pm.” The Caucasian receptionist stepped in whipping her dark wavy hair around.
“Thanks Cassandra. If he calls again, tell him I will be there no sweat.” Dr. B never lifted her head up from her pad.
My heart nearly collapsed when it turned out not to be him. The air in the room was growing thin. I could hear my heart beat as if it was right next to my ear thumping away erratically. Once I closed my eyes the tears began to fall. All I could do was try to slow my breathing, to keep from sniffling and drawing attention to myself. I lowered my head in shame as the time on the phone churned to 9:58am and large droplets burst from my eyes. I could not believe he would do this to me.
Fixing our marriage was not important to him at all. I had fucked up so royally, that he was not even willing to put forth the effort to give me another chance. Never before this had I done him wrong and I had always been a good wife and woman to him. But, obviously the love we cherished before our downfall, was not enough to keep us together or force us to try.
I was beyond hurt. I was devastated and at 10:05am all I could do was sit there stiff as a board. I was numb and motionless. I tried to pretend like it did not affect me, as I wiped the tears discreetly off of my cheeks. Dr. B looked up just as I was scraping the last batch of wetness from my face, when there was knock and then the door opened once more.
Chapter 20
Starla
4 weeks later
Choke Me
He crept around to my side of the bed as I slept. I pretended that I was sleep unaware of his actions as he kneeled down beside me, gently pulling the warm blanket from my backside. My brown round cheeks were revealed as he stood there basking in their plumped beauty. He leaned in planting soft moist kisses on my ass making sure to suck firmly yet gently. I squirmed a bit trying to hold my composure but then he began making a circular motion with his tongue I had never felt before.
And, then it happened. He used his large masculine hands to separate my cheeks, massaging strongly as he rested his long wet tongue in between them. Licking up and down like he was licking ice cream from a cone, he sent a sensation through my body like none other. I thought I would cum just from this alone. Aggghhh. Ohhhhhh. Ahhhhh. Yes, baby! Yes! I awake in a warm sweat breathing heavily, rubbing my tits and then down to my clit to check for creamy goodness. It was there. I turned to my left startled by him gawking me down with a look that could burn a hole through glass.
"The fuck were you dreaming about? Hollering all loud and shit," he snapped as he turned over unbelievably pissed.
It did not bother me as I lay back down, smiling. It was cute that he insecure about whether or not my dream was about him. I turned over staring out of the window praying for daylight so I could head off to work to see him again. He was the only respectable young and fine ass male executive on my floor; the others were older with one foot either in the retirement home or in the grave.
There were other young ones but he was the only one who carried his self like he was the shit. Every time he walked by, the smell of Dolce & Gabbana flowed through my nostrils intoxicating me with every whiff. I wanted to rub my clit until it burst every time I smelled it. I knew it well because the snoring tanned Caucasian log lying next to me wore it everyday. I often thought it was for every other bitch to enjoy his smell and not for me.
That next morning I rose sexually frustrated but optimistic that today would be life changing. I showered and dressed in a snap then made sure my hair was pinned in a ponytail perfectly and my eyeliner was drawn quite finely. I made sure my eye shadow painted a dazzling picture for my eyes and my lipstick was the deep red that I needed to give my lips that come hither look. He dressed in his form fitting “let me do you baby” gray business suit with his short dark hair combed down instead of spiked like usual. He changed his look more often nowadays, which sent my intuition into overdrive.
“What time will you be home this evening?” He asked sipping coffee from his mug that I had conveniently poured for him.
“Around eightish,” I replied straightening my navy pencil skirt as I rose to pour my coffee out in the sink.
“That’s too late. Try to get here earlier.”
“If I don’t get off ‘til late then there’s nothing I can do,” I snarled as I turned to watch him exit the kitchen and slam the front door.