by Pynk
She and Temeka were in the bedroom lying atop a queen-sized bed. Temeka’s brown hair flowed along the butter-yellow pillowcase. She was the type to wear makeup and heels and long fingernails. She was six foot three and flat-chested, and she had a big, strong rear end. She was also very sexy.
Pale pink begonias resting upon the nightstand gave off the smell of fresh apricots. An ebony bookcase stood to the left, a brown leather chair to the right. In the middle of red-boned Temeka’s legs was Leilani. She didn’t use a condomlike barrier. She had a look on her face as if she was pleased to be the pleaser. They were both nude. Both wet. Both able, only Leilani was the one getting paid for it.
Leilani nibbled and licked, and moved the baby-oil-scented labia skin of Temeka’s neatly trimmed vagina to the side to expose her large, wide, reddish-brown clit.
Temeka gave a soft moan as more subtle tongue strokes were given.
Leilani used a broad-tongued motion and introduced the roughness of the upperside of her tongue to the top of Temeka’s clit. Once Leilani heard her sigh, she pointed her tongue and became more aggressive, closing her lips around the clit and sucking it entirely into her mouth. Temeka jerked and bucked her hips.
Leilani squeezed her lips around the tender jewel and gave it a lashing, using rolling motions of her tongue and lips. She used a twirl and vacuumed it up, still teasing Temeka by using the edge of her tongue to circle around the entire clit, first clockwise and then counterclockwise. It was like a butterfly’s wings, and it made Temeka shiver. Her legs, which Leilani held back toward the headboard, involuntarily quaked. The rumble of the quaking matched the sound of Temeka’s revved-up groans. “Oh yes. You sure the hell know what you’re doing. Damn, woman.”
Temeka looked down at Leilani as if she couldn’t figure out how Leilani was managing to hit the right spots, as if Leilani knew her body well, as though they’d slept together before. Leilani was simply good with her mouth, and she took pride in it, aiming to please.
She went from a light flicking to heavier and faster flicks, and held steady as she heard Temeka give a deep, long moan, while her thick clitoris swelled in Leilani’s mouth.
Leilani added a side-to-side sucking action and rode Temeka through her orgasm, staying with it, riding the waves that subsided and returned, subsided and returned, subsided and returned. She oscillated her tongue. As Temeka reached her height, she put her hand on Leilani’s head and tried to push her away, signaling that the multiples were too much for her to bear, and Leilani acquiesced, backing off and smiling sexily.
Temeka spoke a breathy two words. “Good job.”
“Pretty pussy.”
“Now that is what I call some good head. Come here.” Temeka used a come-hither motion with her finger that matched her eyes.
Leilani adjusted herself to lay on top of Temeka and they ground, kissing each other’s necks, cheeks, and ears, running their hands through each other’s long hair. Leilani rested her head along Temeka’s defined shoulder.
“You’re so soft,” Temeka said.
“You are too. I like this.”
Temeka admitted, “I wish I could feel like this with my girlfriend. She’s a stud. Walks around wearing a cock under her clothes all day. People think she’s just a friend. My son calls her Auntie. But no one can know she’s my lover. Well, maybe they think it, but I’d never admit it. I’m a fem athlete. Everyone tries to put us all in the same box. I won’t let them have the satisfaction of labeling me at all, let alone as someone who only likes girls. I made a choice, after being with men, and chose to love a woman. But I crave both. And so, here I am.”
Leilani waited until Temeka was done, making sure not to interrupt her time to share what she more than likely didn’t tell most people. “And so, she’s the dominate? Plays the masculine?”
“Yes.”
“I see.” Leilani smiled.
“Actually, I wanted to be the one who does that. The manly sex. That’s one of the reasons why I asked for a woman.” She then said, “I brought something I want to use.”
Leilani giggled. “A strap-on?”
“Yes.” Temeka giggled, too.
“I’m ready when you are.”
“You sure?”
“Very sure.” Leilani climbed off of her.
Temeka stood and reached inside her purse, taking out a clear, big-veined dildo attached to a white leather strap. She put it on, placing the harness around her waist and hips, and secured the hooks. She held the long penis in her hand, ready to use her man-weapon, and said, “Turn onto your back.”
Leilani quickly laid on her back and opened her legs wide. Temeka climbed onto the bed, got up on her knees, and pushed Leilani’s legs back, then kept one hand on Leilani’s thigh and the other on her silicone dick, and introduced it to Leilani’s pussy. Leilani stuck her own finger inside of herself, feeling the river of lust between her legs. “Oh, yes,” she told Temeka. “She’s good and ready.”
Temeka rubbed the tip of the dildo around Leilani’s juiced-up hole, teasing it and patting it along her pussy skin, and then she inserted herself, just a bit at first, and then more, pushing her big dick all the way inside.
Leilani moaned while saying, “Yeah. Get that.”
Temeka said, lusty-eyed, “Look at that. It slipped right in.” She dug in further and then in and out like a man, pumping, tightening her ass muscles as she fucked Leilani.
Leilani brought her legs back even more and reached up to play with Temeka’s hard left nipple, watching the clear dick press in and out. She took in the sights of a chick with a dick fucking her insides.
Temeka looked like a pro, holding the base of the fake cock while fucking the fully accommodating, warm and wet vagina.
Leilani found herself surprised by the feeling. The whole idea of being screwed by a woman was doing it for her, and good. “Yeah. Fuck me like that. Ohhhh, shit. That’s what the hell I’m talking about. Dominate that pussy, girl.” She watched the muscles of Temeka’s chest and arms flex, the strength of her toned hips plummeting inside of her. The power of her forearms and developed thighs adding to her strength. Yet Temeka’s long hair bounced and flowed over her shoulders, and her long royal-blue nails pressed into Leilani’s soft skin.
Temeka asked strongly, “You like that big dick in you, don’t you?”
“Oh yeah. Hard as a damn rock.”
“Who’s the man, now?” she asked, seemingly doing what her girlfriend wouldn’t let her do.
“You’re the man, baby. Give it to me good, like that dick was growing out of you. Like you need to have your balls sucked while you’re inside this pussy.”
Temeka sounded extra turned on. “Yeah. Tear that pussy up and have you suck my dick, sucking all the fucking cum out of me.” She used the word fucking like she’d never used the F word before in her entire life.
Leilani felt herself getting wetter and wetter. In her head she heard the song “Freak Like Me” by Adina Howard. She started grinding like she was working it on the dance floor. “Boom, boom. You’ve got that dick now. Damn, you’re totally gonna make me come.”
“Oh, no, you can’t come on this dick already. Not just yet. Turn the fuck over. Now!”
Leilani changed positions, and Temeka was right behind her. Leilani got on all fours, ass propped up high, submissive. Temeka was totally in control, adjusting herself so that she could get close, and then she moved Leilani’s ass cheeks upward and away from her opening so she could get past the girth of her ass to the opening of her anxious pussy.
She slipped her dick inside and Leilani grunted, “Oh fuck. Damn that feels good. Ahhh. Yeah.”
“Uh-huh. Sweet-ass pussy getting taken by this big-ass dick. I’m on top now. I’m the stud now. I’m the one punishing that pussy now. Look at that.”
Leilani was in a fog. “Oh yeah. Oooo shit, yeah.”
“You want it deeper? Make you feel like I’m standing up in it. Laying that pipe in that pussy?”
“Oh yeah. Fuck me harde
r. Yeah.”
Temeka began pumping faster and deeper, on one knee, the other leg bent so that she leveled herself with her foot. She had both hands along Leilani’s upper ass cheeks, bracing her weight while leaning along her lower back, hitting that pussy from behind.
Leilani bounced back toward it to urge her on. The sounds of her creamy vagina soaking up the big dick were audible.
Temeka said, sounding sexy, with a suddenly deeper voice, “You know I’m about to come inside of you.”
Leilani gave a look like she believed she really could. “Yes. I know. Give it to me. Come with me.”
“Spit that juice when I spit my sperm.”
“Aww, fuck, yes.” It sounded as if they were making a movie.
“When I shoot this cum in you, I want you to lick every damn bit of creamy pussy juices from my dick to my balls. Lick me clean. You hear me?”
“Yes.”
Temeka’s voice reached its max. “You’d better. Now take this cum, dammit.” She dug in further and screamed out loud from the rush of it all, the turn-on of being in control, of being the masculine one getting the pussy for once. “Yeah, I’m shootin’ that cum inside that pussy. You feel it? Huh?” Temeka’s orgasm shot from deep inside her pussy, squirting all over Leilani.
Though showered with Temeka’s liquid, Leilani felt evidence of her own secreted excitement. “Yeah. I feel it. Oh, yeah. I’m coming hard. Damn that dick feels good.” Leilani tightened her eyes and flexed her muscles and let her orgasm roll. “Awwwwwwwwwwwwwww, yessssssssssssss.”
Temeka gave Leilani and herself a moment to recover, and then demanded, “Now get up and lick my dick clean.”
In five seconds Temeka lay on her back with her hard dick that was soaked from Leilani’s strong orgasm. Leilani took the dick down her throat deep, to the very back, slurping her way back up to the tip, licking every bit of juice from it. Then she undid the side hooks to the harness that Temeka wore and pressed Temeka’s legs back, licking up the flowing juices that had oozed from her pussy past the hairs of her vagina. She even ventured to suck the wetness from her perineum, the space between her ass and her opening.
Temeka quivered with her eyes closed, lost somewhere in her head.
Leilani continued to suck and slurp and lick her clean. Then she sat up a bit, onto her knees, and allowed Temeka’s strong legs to rest along her shoulders. She kissed Temeka’s ankle where her WNBA tattoo lived and rubbed her thighs, looking down at her.
Temeka opened her eyes and gave a shy smile. “Thank you,” she said, as if she had to be forgiven for fucking so hard, imagining so much, expecting such freakiness, switching gender roles. She was back to reality. Fantasy accomplished.
Leilani told her, looking serious as a heart attack, “You’re good at that girl, being in control. You should let your woman enjoy that.”
Temeka rubbed the smudged mascara from under her eyes and nodded. “She’s the boyish one. I’m the prissy one. I suck her pussy and her dick. She’s never had a dick in her life. She hates being penetrated with a sex toy. She just wants me to come from her eating my pussy and me getting fucked with her strap-on. That’s how she gets off. She can’t not be in control. She’d never have it.”
“Well, I will say this: if you ever feel the need to live out that fantasy again, you ask for me. Hell, I’d pay for that. You can totally fuck, girl. With your sexy ass.”
“That’s sweet of you to say.” Temeka was indeed back to being the femme.
“Like, maybe one day she’ll go for it. You think?”
“I doubt it, but thanks.”
Leilani didn’t judge, knowing it was all about a sinner sharing her feelings with another sinner.
Temeka left, happy.
Leilani texted, Done, and went home, alone.
For the first time in her entire escort career, she masturbated to the repeated vision of Temeka fucking her and being the man. She fell asleep after her orgasm and was awakened by a text from her ex, Shawn, asking if he could come out to New York and see her.
Her reply was one word. No.
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Eleven
Kemba
Friday—August 5, 2011
It won’t fit,” Ms. 111 said, sounding frustrated, as she lay on her back in a king suite at the Marriott hotel in downtown Manhattan.
“Relax, baby. Let’s go slow.”
Kemba was about five inches of his ten into the seventy-year-old widowed woman who usually went out of the country to find a sex stud. She had no qualms about paying for some dick.
She did well financially with her retirement, as she had held a very high-level position in the judicial system up until ten years ago.
“Just use the tip, maybe. You’re so wide. So long. I still have my insides but I’ll need a hysterectomy if I let more of your cock in,” she told him. She sounded like she was joking. She wore a frown.
He showed understanding. “Maybe we can do it from behind. Sometimes that’s easier.”
“Okay. If you say so.” He climbed off of her, his hard-on sheathed in a condom. She glanced down at his grand entirety. “Wow, how did your mom handle your father? Whose side of the family does that run on, anyway?”
He held the weight of his penis in his hand. “I’m not sure. It just takes some getting used to.”
“I don’t know. I thought I’d seen them all. But you are really something else, Mr. Big Stuff.”
“That’s what I’ve heard.”
“Can you give yourself a blow job? I’ve heard of that. All you’d need to do is lean forward and there it would be, knocking on your chin.” She looked absolutely serious.
“I’m afraid not. Not that limber.”
“Well, okay, let’s try this ‘from behind’ thing.” She lay on her side along the bold-colored lime-green-and-white-striped sheets. He moved in behind her. She scooted her pale, wrinkled body back toward him and lifted her leg just a bit, taking her hand to separate the skin of her deflated butt cheeks. “Let me move my muffins and try to squeeze you in. Can you get to it that way?” she asked, trying to look back at him.
“I’m sure I can. I’m going in.” Kemba was amused but fought not to show it. He instead went ahead and inserted his very tip to her opening and pressed a bit.
She gave a slow moan like she was wounded.
“Are you okay?”
“I am. You can go in some more, big boy.” She still kept her sense of humor.
“Hold on.” He realized she was extra-dry due to her age, so he reached over to his side of the bed to get his water-based lubricant and rubbed it over his dick. He’d sexed up a lot of older women before, and had trained his dick to stay ready when those he fucked weren’t his type. He called up various images in his mind, his mental Viagra. Images of a hot porno scene or his favorite sexual experience, the ones that kept him hard when he needed to be. He had worked out a system. Performing was his bread and butter; he had to get it up and stay up, so whatever it took, he did it.
For now, his dick was more curious than anything else. He met the woman’s gray-haired pussy again with his penis, sliding it in just about an inch, and when he felt it was safe he went another inch, and then another, and managed to get half of it in without her scooting away.
It was like she was holding her breath, so he asked, “Are you okay?”
Her reply was, “Who’s your dad, anyway? King Kong?”
He smiled and pushed some more.
She said, sounding alarmed, “That’s enough. That’s enough.”
He grinned behind her and asked, “What gets you off?”
She said right away. “Having my nipples sucked. And sucking dick.”<
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He nodded, saying, “Okay.” He pulled out and she immediately took her dentures out and set them on the side table.
He gasped inside and thought, Humph. This could be interesting.
She lay on her back while he removed the condom and got on his knees to just the right spot to meet her mouth with his dick, inserting himself. She said, “I’ll take you places you ain’t never been before. I’m gonna rock your world.” He laughed inside and wondered if she watched BET or what. She was trying to sound hip. But her face spelled grandma. Her mouth was wide open, accommodating every inch of the dick her pussy couldn’t.
He looked down at her, impressed that she was able to take in his entirety. The feeling of a toothless woman had him going.
She used her right hand to guide him further. His width filled the circumference of her mouth.
Kemba said, “I’ll suck your nipples in a minute, but right now, this feels so good. You’ve got all that dick in there.”
She moaned against his skin while she worked.
She gagged, allowing the saliva to assist in keeping her hand slippery. He could feel the sensation of her stroke, her tongue, and her lips. She was gumming him down, old-school style.
He asked, looking pleased, “You trying to make me come?”
She looked up at him and her eyes watered so much from his size that it looked like she was crying. But she tried even more to suck him down.
He pulled himself back, trying not to ejaculate, remembering who it was that had paid whom. “You’re very good, but this is all about you.”
She let go of his dick, giving a grin that was all gums, and reached over to pop her teeth back in her mouth. “My husband used to love that.” She looked proud of herself. “I had a lover in the Bahamas who would make me squirt. Gotta get back to see him. He’s black like you, but nowhere near as big. You’re a beautiful man.”
“Thanks. And you’re a beautiful woman. Now let me suck those pretty titties of yours. Maybe it’ll remind you of him.”
She inserted her middle finger inside her pussy, and then two more, and Kemba caressed her sagging breasts, taking one into his mouth, giving back-and-forth licks to her nipple, which hardened instantly. Then he did the other one. He sucked her while she finger-fucked herself faster and faster. He kept at her right nipple, watching her watch him. She buried another finger inside of herself and said, “I found my spot. It’s right there. Oh yes. Suck me.”