by Risqué
“Mmm…” was the closest she could get to yes.
“You feelin’ that pussy jump? That’s how it’s gon’ jump against my tongue as I circle around that fat, bursting clit, blowing on it, and easing my fingers into your creamy slit.”
Collyn moaned as she felt her liquid bomb get ready to explode. She arched her back, her stomach tightened, and her fingers moved like a cyclone between her erotic lips.
“You cummin’, beautiful?”
She tried to say yes but she couldn’t get her mouth to form any words, so her moaning would have to speak for her.
“Cum, baby, and put that pussy dead in my face, so I can kiss it, look at it, and tell it I ain’t goin’ nowhere.”
Collyn’s moaning was beyond control. She could feel waves crashing and thrashing in her belly until finally the bomb exploded. Collyn held the phone to her ear and whispered, “I want you here.”
“Open the door. I’m already outside.”
Sensual beats from Floetry’s “Say Yes” swept through Collyn’s apartment via the surround sound as she nervously prepared for her date with Bless. She knew exactly what she wanted, and at one in the morning there was no need to waste time getting to the point, especially since he was already outside. She’d asked him to give her a few minutes as she hurriedly dressed for the occasion: a form-fitting black lace corset that catered to her full cleavage, a matching lace and satin G-string, and a set of garters that ran down her thick and toned thighs like strips of ebony water, connecting to ultrasheer black thigh-highs. She slipped on a pair of Bergini five-inch pumps, which propped up her already voluptuous ass and made her legs appear to go on for days.
Her hair hit her shoulders in an abundance of sexy waves. She dabbed Angel perfume between her breasts, behind her ears, and on each side of her inner thighs before heading into the master bath and filling the large tub with honey milk bath and red and white rose petals. She picked up the remote to the fireplace and turned it on. The flickering flames bounced off the soapstone that encased the tub.
She lit various-sized white candles and placed them strategically throughout the bath. She poured two glasses of chilled white wine, and just as she sat them on the edge of the tub, alongside strawberries, cream, and a loofah sponge, her phone rang. It was security letting her know her guest had arrived.
Suppressing the butterflies in her stomach, she walked to the door, opened it and leaned against the door frame, the illuminated view of the city created a seductive backdrop. The elevator doors opened and Bless looked directly at her, his beautiful body glowing like honey-coated chocolate. He wore simple street gear: a fitted white wife-beater, baggy jeans, and Timbs. Collyn took a deep breath. She knew at this moment that she was on her way to giving her all to him.
As he stood before her, she took his hand and welcomed him into her world.
The automatic locks clicked, and his eyes roamed her brick-house body in amazement. “Damn, beautiful.” He sat on the arm of her chair and placed his hands on her waist. “Every time I see you, you get prettier.” He ran his hands down the sides of her thighs, the silkiness of her stockings caressing the palms of his hands.
Collyn’s body trembled as he outlined her throbbing middle with the tip of his index finger before kissing the face of her G-string and moving it to the side. He looked her dead in the eyes as he slid his tongue in, slightly blowing on her clit and then magically sucking it, causing her to cream and scream instantly. Her clit felt like Jell-O between his smooth lips as he gave her one last lick.
He stood up from the chair, placed one hand on her waist and the other behind her left thigh, and stared at her. His eyes told her a thousand times that she was beautiful. She locked her arms around his neck, and he kissed her, slowly, deeply, beyond passionately. She melted in his arms, doing all she could to catch her breath as she pressed against his hard chest.
Though they’d spoken only a few words, their embrace said so much more. Collyn took Bless by the hand and led him to the master bath. The flames of the fireplace and candles flickered against the natural stone like diamonds, while the glass ceiling and view of the city gave the essence of being on top of the world.
Slowly he undressed her, taking his time undoing the hooks and eyes of her corset, and when he was done he tossed it to the floor. He pulled at the sides of her G-string, caressing it off her. Collyn wasn’t sure how or when he’d taken her thigh-highs and stilettos off, but she knew they were gone when she stood completely naked before him.
As she undressed him, she placed a Halls in her mouth and began to kiss down his chest, her tongue outlining the creases in his washboard. Afterward her mouth traveled to the center of his defined thighs, where she lovingly worked all ten inches of him into her mouth.
The menthol between her cheeks made his pre-cum run like rain, glistening her lips. She licked the length, running her wet and warm tongue against the bulging veins, sucking only the tip when she reached it. She licked and licked from the base to the tip, and then once again she swallowed him whole.
The sensual sound of her gracious mouth deep-throating him drove him wild. He didn’t know if he should continue to run his fingers through her hair or to brace himself against the sides of the tub to hold himself up.
She lifted her eyes. “You like?”
Before he could respond she took him back into her mouth. Bless tried to hold on as long as he could, but as Collyn took him to the back of her throat and her tongue continued to showcase it’s talents, he couldn’t contain himself any longer. “Fuck ma.” He eased from her mouth, picked her up, and placed her in the bath, the honey milk splashing all over her body and against the sides of the tub.
He joined her and the caramel in his skin blended into hers. His chest pressed against her breasts as the honey milk dripped from her hands and ran over his shoulders. She kissed him all over his face, his neck, his shoulders, and his chest. She licked his nipples as his wet hands pulled her hair back, causing her to look into his face. He kissed her from her lips to her succulent breasts, sucking her nipples as if he longed to be breast-fed. He teased them with the tip of his tongue, rotating from one to the other.
She could feel his dick pressed against her aching clit and she couldn’t wait any longer to feel him inside of her, so she massaged him until he opened her slit and eased his huge rod into the center of her wetness. Though she wasn’t a virgin, she felt like one. Never had she been filled up to this degree, and just when she thought he had it all in, she felt him pushing and realized there was more. She lifted her thighs, the honey milk splashing all over the floor as she placed her legs on the side of the bath, allowing him full access to her heated sex.
They stared into each other’s face, each of them wondering the same things, how he felt and how she felt, now that they’d connected, marrying their souls, their creams, their lives at least for this moment intertwined. She pulled him closer, and her warmth seduced him to go deeper. He stroked her with all he had, the tip, the sides, and the base of his monstrous dick, creating wonderful friction against her G-spot, forcing her to scream and call out his full name. “Blessing Shields…”
“I’m here, baby.”
“Damn, it feels…” She stopped because she was lost for words; there were no adjectives to describe how she felt and how he felt inside of her.
He licked the tips of her nipples, and then he suckled once again as if there were milk that she could give him.
“I just wanna know,” Collyn whispered, “what’s it like inside me…”
“So fuckin’ wet”—he stroked—“and so fuckin’ warm…shhhhh—shit, I feel”—he stroked her harder—“every part of you. It’s like I know that one day I’ma look up and I’ma love the hell outta you.”
Collyn’s orgasm stirred in her belly as he continued to pound and seduce it to be released.
“The first time I saw you,” Bless moaned as he stroked, “I thought you were too fuckin’ beautiful for words.”
Again she ki
ssed him all over his face, his lips, his eyes, his chin. She didn’t want him to move, yet she didn’t want him to stay still. This was the best she’d ever felt in her life.
He looked her dead in the eyes and whispered, “After I saw you I was fucked up for a minute, because I’d abandoned everything and all of the reasons why I was there.” He stroked her slowly yet passionately, with a tight firm grip, working her over to no end.
She closed her eyes, her thighs trembling.
“Look at me,” he said in a soft but demanding tone. “I don’t want you to run from me anymore. You understand?”
“Yes,” she moaned.
He pounded her over and over, causing her to scream, “Blesssssssssing!”
“I ain’t going nowhere, baby.” He grabbed her hips and she arched her back. He was in so deep that she wondered if she was actually breathing. Deciding that his vigorous and unrelenting thrusts, were knocking the air from her lungs, she thought to ask him if he could give her a minute to get her breath back. Yet before she could speak it was as if he read her mind and said, “You wanted this dick, now you gettin’ it. So don’t ask me to stop, ’cause I’m not.”
“Shit!” she screamed. “Baby, wait.”
“Fuck wait.” He pounded, rotating his rhythm from fast to slow and back again, the honey milk splashing against his tight ass. “All I want you to know is that I got you. As long as you straight with me, we gon’ always be good.” He lifted her right leg and bit her shin, and just when she started to cum, he slid down her belly and sucked every ounce of sweetness her body had to offer.
“You gon’ fuck around,” he said, “and I’ma risk it all for you.”
TO TURN ME…
The early morning sun blinded Monday as Kenyatta slid the thumping head of his dick between Monday’s tits, as she held them together. Her pussy dripped as the water squirting dildo they played with rotated between her pussy lips. She squinted her eyes and sucked the warm tip of Kenyatta’s manhood.
Monday knew that them fucking like this early in the morning was more about guilt than anything else. Which is why she felt conflicted. Especially since he’d been acting suspicious. Whenever she would ask him questions about why he was so jumpy, his constant answer had become a wet tongue, a stiff dick, or an argument; all of which had Monday mentally exhausted. She tried not to become consumed with suspicion, but she knew underneath his desperate attempts to have a together exterior that something he was lying about was haunting him.
Her tongue curled around his dick and Monday’s legs trembled. Just as she closed her eyes and called his name their private line rang.
“Damn,” Kenyatta looked down at her nibbling his dick and then he said, “I gotta get this.”
“What?” she opened her eyes, surprised.
“Monday, I have to get this. I’ve been waiting on a call since yesterday.”
“But…Kenyatta,” she whined,
“I know but this is more important.” He rolled over and picked up the phone, “Kenyatta Smith.” He covered the mouthpiece and said to Monday, “It’s Hudson.”
Monday twisted her lips, “Everything seems to be more important than me.”
Kenyatta frowned, “Don’t start.” He pointed at Monday before grabbing the cordless receiver and heading into the bathroom.
Monday laid in bed, turning her head from one side to the next looking around the room, “This is crazy.” She eased out of bed, walked over to her closet, and began choosing her clothes for today. The governor’s wife was having her annual “Support AIDS Research” luncheon, and although the scandal they were wrapped in had taken away Monday’s desire to attend, she knew it would only look worse if she didn’t show and make a donation.
As she sorted through her clothes she heard Kenyatta’s BlackBerry ringing in the distance. She continued what she was doing until she heard it ring again. She turned toward the bathroom door, not sure if Kenyatta had heard it ringing or not. But when he didn’t bolt out of the bathroom and act as if it were an emergency that he answer it, curiosity weighed in and ultimately pushed her to seize the moment, “Hello?” she answered.
No response. She knew someone was there because she could hear them breathing, “Hello?”
Monday took the phone from her ear, looked at the screen, and realized the person had hung up. She looked at the caller ID and saw the name. “Tracy?” She pressed the button so the number could be revealed. She tapped her index finger against her bottom lip. “Who the hell is Tracy?”
Listening to the shower continue to run, Monday chanced a few moments more and searched Kenyatta’s e-mails. Most of them were from Hudson, discussing city business. Then there was one from Taryn. Seeing Taryn’s name caused Monday’s heart to ache even more, so she scanned the e-mail and then continued on.
As she scrolled she found three electronic receipts for three thousand dollars each for Bazemore Art Gallery. Monday stood stunned and looked around the room as if she’d just seen a ghost.
“What…the…fuck…are you doing?” Kenyatta spat, breathing heavily behind her neck.
Monday jumped and the muscles in her throat tightened. She quickly pressed the off button on his phone. “I was just trying to get the shit to stop ringing.”
He snatched it so hard from her hand, she stumbled a few inches out of the spot she was standing in.
“Don’t touch my damn phone!” He walked over to the wardrobe, “Leave my shit alone!”
Monday sucked her teeth as her nervous heart continued to pound, “You didn’t have to snatch it like that!” She flicked her hand.
“Just stop snooping through my shit.” He began to dress.
“Where are you going?” Monday asked politely. She was trying to restrain herself, especially since she knew he wanted her to argue with him, because that would be just the excuse he needed to say her mouth was the real reason he was leaving.
“I got shit to do, unlike you.” He snapped.
Monday swallowed, “It’s Saturday.”
“I have a city to run.”
“I can’t tell. Ever since that bullshit with Eve, the city’s been running itself, so spare me.”
Kenyatta ignored her and continued to dress. Monday stared at him and watched sweat form on his brow and run down the side of his face. She wondered what he was thinking about and where he was really going. She thought about asking him again, but didn’t feel like the lies and the argument.
So she decided at this moment on the spot that she had to follow him. To hell with feeling fucked-up every day because she couldn’t believe the shit Kenyatta had to say. She was tired of not knowing and continuing to guess what he was covering up.
“Fuck it.” Monday murmured as she ran in the bathroom for a quick shower, yet when she finished and stepped out of the bathroom, he’d left.
“Damn!” She seethed as she glanced out the window. She could see Kenyatta’s driver opening the door for him. She got dressed, eased her Fendi shades on, left out the servant’s entrance, and pulled out of the garage in her baby blue Mercedes. As she blended into the street she was a half a block behind Kenyatta’s town car. She threaded through traffic like a city cab driver, keeping a clear view of Kenyatta, who had just made a right. As she placed her signal on to turn behind him a black Lamborghini cut her off and slammed on the brakes in front of her, causing her to run directly into the back of it! “Goddamn!”
Now she knew for sure she was going to lose it. “Motherfucker!” she hopped out of the car. The heels of her chocolate Yves Saint Laurent stilettos clapped against the hot asphalt as she stormed toward the offending driver. Her chocolate skirt, which stopped above her knee, rode her voluptuous ass, as her thighs moved in a rhythmic motion, allowing everyone watching to see that she was pissed off. Her full cleavage bounced in her teal green V-neck, which nicely hugged her D-cups.
“What the fuck is yo’ problem?” she spat as the other driver stepped out of his car.
“My fault.” He said as he walked to wh
ere his Lamborghini touched her Mercedes. “I don’t think there’s any damage, though.” Slowly he squatted to his knees.
Monday sucked her bottom lip into her mouth as she noticed the bulging veins running from his large hands to his defined biceps and triceps.
His nylon wife-beater draped on his defined chest and the long basketball shorts he rocked fell on his hips just right.
Hating that her admiration of his beauty had distracted her, she snapped, “What do you mean you don’t think there’s damage! Of course there’s damage, along with you adding to my fucked-up ass morning, your piece of shit scratched the hell outta my car. What the fuck? You must be fuckin’ kidding me!”
“Monday,” he said, standing up and facing her, “What’s with the nasty mouth? You need to calm down, it was an accident—”
“Monday?” she said, surprised, she took a step back and realized it was Mehki. She quickly looked him over, “You got a habit,” she spat, “of runnin’ into motherfuckers!”
Mehki frowned. “Look, my apologies. I just really needed to get to the mayor and I missed my exit for the mansion. I was trying—”
“Trying what? To aggravate the shit out of me?”
“Aggravate you?” Mehki said, put off. “This isn’t about you.”
“I’m so sick,” she laughed in disbelief “of motherfuckers and their bullshit.”
“Your mouth is ridiculous. Now look, I got a call when I was playing basketball—”
“Ridiculous?” Monday was taken aback.
“Yeah, ridiculous. Anyway—”
“Who the hell are you talking to? I am the mayor’s wife! Shit, I got your damn ridiculous!”
Mehki’s eyes opened wide. “Did you forget you are a lady? I’ve never known you to speak like this. What happened to you?”
“What-the-fuck-ever.” Monday snapped as Mehki laughed. “Are you laughing at me?”
“Actually I’m surprised as hell at you.”