Full Figured 11

by Treasure Hernandez

  Her body said “call your ex,” but her mind screamed “hell, no!” They argued back and forth. Finally, her throbbing pussy won the argument and commanded her hand to pick up the phone and dial D-I-C-K. He answered on the second ring. Nayla’s pussy smiled at the sound of his voice. We ’bout to get laid! Her pussy cheered by automatically flexing her muscles.

  “So, to what do I owe the pleasure of this call?” he seductively asked.

  “Randy, you already know full well why I’m calling.” Nayla could imagine him stroking his dick while they talked, because she was definitely massaging her knob. “I was wondering if you wanted to come over this evening.” She nervously bit down on her bottom lip. “I have all the dessert you can eat in my bedroom.” Boy, do I miss that man’s tongue. It is lethal!

  “We can be there in thirty minutes,” he eagerly agreed.

  We? We better be his ashy ass, his tongue, and his dick!

  “Nina needs time to get showered,” he said.

  “Are you fucking kidding me?” Un-be-fucking-lievable! His obsession with wanting her to fuck another woman had led to their divorce, but he still thought he could get her in the bed with that fat, milky white bitch of his. Hell, no. Nayla wished that she’d never told him about her experience with women in college. That was college, though. She had chosen between soft and hard, and what she wanted was hard dick with no sides.

  “Come on, Nayla. It ain’t like you never done it before. Why can’t you do it for me? Let me see your big, sexy ass eat Nina out.”

  She knew damn well he had lost his mind. Her mouth wasn’t going nowhere near that skank’s rank ass. Nayla’s pussy-eating days were over. And even when she did eat pussy, it was sweet chocolate, not buttermilk.

  As horny as she was, Nayla knew she wouldn’t be getting any from that clown. “Fuck you. You go eat that raggedy bitch’s ass.” She hung up the phone and stared at it, daring him to call back. He didn’t.

  Nayla had no other options. The only way she was going to relieve her stress was with her damn vibrator. It wasn’t the real thing, but it was as close as a couple hundred bucks could get. Nayla pulled it out of her drawer and put in new batteries; she wanted a fully charged dick. Turning on the chocolate dick, watching the vibrations as it hummed seductively, made her wet. Inserting the full girth inside of her wet tunnel, she felt like a virgin all over again. It sure had been a long time.

  With thoughts of Palmer dancing in Nayla’s head and her heart, she unleashed on her vibrator, almost fucking the latex off it. Just before she peaked, she pulled it out of her pussy and brought it to her lips, opening her mouth wide and taking it in. Nayla licked and sucked her juices from its shaft, all the while pretending it was Palmer. If only she had the new dildo that had the button that would shoot cum down her throat. If only.

  She navigated her pretend Palmer back down south and called his name as she peaked. “Palmer! Aww, shit, Palmer!”

  Nayla’s body shook violently as the vibrator continued to hum and dance. She turned it off, turned out the lights, and fell into a short slumber. Just a few hours later, she was once again fiending for the real Palmer, and substituting for him would have to again be “Palmer the Dildo.” Her pussy was already wet, but she still enjoyed touching her own pussy, so she just had to reach down and massage her swollen clitoris before “Palmer the Dildo” entered. It felt so good that she wanted to taste herself again. She thought about how good it would taste to Palmer and squeezed her pussy walls around her fingers, collecting her seductive cream, and bringing the sweet nectar to her full lips.

  Damn, mmm . . . delicious as always! Nayla licked every drop of cum from her own fingers as if each digit were Palmer’s dick. She put each one in slowly and pulled it out of her mouth the same way she longed to suck his massive dick. Then she inserted “Palmer the Dildo” into her fat, wet love tunnel. She plunged it in and out of her pussy with a passion. Dripping wet, she propped it up on the hands-free stand, climbed on top of all eleven and a half-inches, and rode it, while spreading her legs farther apart. Taking all its girth into her wetness, she saturated it with all of her love juices.

  Nayla had repetitive massive orgasms as she did as many tricks as she could do solo. God, I love this hands-free stand! After coming for what felt like the twentieth time, she climbed down from Daddy Dick, kissed it, licked her own cum off the head, then went to sleep and slept well into the next day.

  If only I could be in Palmer’s arms after making love to him. Maybe Judea was right. I need more than the satisfaction of running my company. I should stop running from love and embrace Palmer.

  Then and there, she decided that she would take the initiative of asking Palmer out. Maybe it wasn’t too late.

  * * *

  The fine and sexy Palmer was sleeping soundly in the bed that he had shared with Karmen, his departed wife. God, how he missed that beautiful woman. At the same time, he longed for Nayla. Had Karmen been alive, he wouldn’t see Nayla as anything more than a friend. As sexy as that woman was, his devotion to his wife was dear to his heart. But Karmen wasn’t alive. Cancer had taken her away from him, and his attraction to Nayla was very real.

  Palmer had dreamt of Karmen. She had given him her approval of Nayla, and no sooner than he took her into his arms, she disappeared into the same thin air from where she appeared. This time he wasn’t sad, though. This time he felt at peace. And when a very thick, sexy, and sassy Nayla appeared, he felt horny as hell.

  “Oh, Nayla, I love that pussy. Ride me harder.”

  “Oh, shit, Palmer, I’m comin’! Mmm . . . Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah! Yes! Yes! Oooh, yes!” Nayla plunged him deeper into her hot, wet, huge inferno. She then exploded all over his huge manhood. “Oh, Palmer! That was so amazing, baby.”

  “My queen, it isn’t over yet,” he told her as he turned her around and penetrated her wet pussy with his thick, long tongue. “Nayla, girl, you taste so damn good!” He stuck his tongue deeper and harder into Nayla, and the more she moaned, the harder his manhood got. Palmer didn’t even know that it was possible for his dick to swell any more than it already had.

  “Baby girl, I’m comin’! I’m comin!”

  “Get off of me, Palmer! I wanna swallow every drop,” Nayla instructed him, her voice filled with passion.

  He loved her take-charge attitude. Just before he released his love juices in Nayla’s mouth, Karmen appeared in the doorway with tears rolling down her face. Before he could run to her and grab her, she disappeared.

  * * *

  Palmer awoke in a cold sweat with tears running down his face. He looked over at his alarm clock. It was just ten minutes before time to get up and get Jason ready for school. He went to the bathroom to wash his face. The last thing he wanted was for Jason to see him crying. He then went back into his bedroom, turned off the alarm clock, and headed down the hallway to wake his son.

  “Good morning, Daddy!” Jason exclaimed, as happy as he always seemed.

  If only I could know his happiness. “Good morning, son. And how are you today?” Palmer asked his bright-eyed son.

  “I feel good, Daddy. Today we gonna plant our garden at school, and the teacher said it’s gonna be big!” Jason exclaimed, extending his little arms as wide as possible.

  “That’s nice, son,” Palmer said, trying his best to hide his sadness from his son. He pasted on a smile and said, “Come on, let’s get your bath.”

  “Aww, do I have to, Daddy?” Jason whined and laughed at the same time.

  “Jay, now, you know the importance of being clean,” Palmer said in a stern voice. The active child had been so tired the night before that he had fallen asleep without taking his nightly bath.

  * * *

  As Palmer was helping Jason out of the bathtub, the child looked up at Palmer with curious eyes and asked, “Daddy, what’s the matter?”

  “I miss Mommy,” Palmer explained. He was trying so hard to blink back tears.

  “Daddy, was Mommy pretty?”

  “Jaso
n, your mommy was the most beautiful woman in the world,” Palmer told his son proudly.

  “Daddy, can I stay with you today, please?” Jason asked, just as he did every school morning.

  “No, son. You know that you can’t go with me on the weekdays. But Daddy’s off on Saturday, and we are going to the park. Just you, me, and Poopy.”

  Palmer’s thoughts ran to Poopy, the dog, and how he got the name. Jason was two when his mother bought him the puppy. Jason could not say “puppy” so he was calling the dog Poopy and the name stuck. Palmer laughed to himself, remembering the happy moment. Then he remembered that Poopy came into their lives right before Karmen passed away. He tried so hard to get Jason to name the puppy something else, but Karmen reminded her husband that Jason was only two, and that if he wanted to name the dog Poopy, the dog should be named Poopy.

  “Are you dressed?” Palmer asked as he was cleaning all the water off the bathroom floor. Sometimes Palmer did not know who left more water on the floor: Jason or Poopy.

  “Yes, Daddy. I’m ready.”

  Palmer was hoping and praying that Jason did not have that same Batman shirt on. Palmer had been trying to throw that shirt away for a year, and every time, Jason would take it right back out of the trash and put it in the washing machine.

  Just as Palmer feared, Jason had on the Batman shirt. He didn’t even say anything about the shirt. He just didn’t have the fight in him that day.

  “Come on, son. Let’s get your breakfast and get you to school.”

  * * *

  After Palmer dropped Jason at school, he went to the diner to eat his usual: scrambled eggs, cheese grits, turkey bacon, and a bowl of fresh fruit with a glass of milk. Palmer talked to the other diner customers that he usually talked to whenever he was at the diner. And, as usual, he hated having to go into the office. He just did not want to be hit on by the relentless women he worked with again.

  Palmer could not get over that dream of him and Nayla where Karmen, his deceased wife, showed up crying. He had recently dreamed of her giving him her approval of his feelings for Nayla, so why she came back sad and crying did not register with Palmer.

  Palmer made his deliveries with his beloved Karmen on his mind. He had to slam on the brakes several times that day due to not paying attention to the cars in front of him. Finally, after a long day of boring deliveries, he arrived at Curvalicious.

  Palmer stopped in the coffee shop before heading up to Nayla’s office. There, he saw Judea and Lamar. The two were sharing a grande mocha latte with chocolate sprinkles. They seemed so in love, and he envied what Lamar had: a living woman who wasn’t afraid to love him.

  “Hi, Lamar. Hi, Judea.” He pasted on a smile when they looked up at him.

  “Hey there, Palmer.” Both Judea and Lamar exclaimed at the same time.

  “Palmer, Nayla is upstairs. She’s been expectin’ you directly,” Judea told him in her adorable country drawl.

  “Thanks, Judea.” Palmer grabbed his black coffee and headed upstairs. The ride up the elevator seemed too short. Palmer needed time to figure out what to say to Nayla. If he did not try to get her to go out with him, then she would notice that something was wrong. If he did ask Nayla out again, he felt like he would be disrespecting Karmen.

  As soon as he walked into Curvalicious, Nayla’s beautiful face was the first one he saw. It was as if she had been waiting on him all her life.

  “Hi, Palmer! How are you doing today?” Nayla sang, her thousand-watt smile beaming at Palmer.

  “I’m good, Nayla. How are you?” Palmer smiled at her with his sexy-ass eyes. “You look beautiful as always.” And she did. She was wearing a pantsuit that hugged her hips snugly. She looked professional yet sexy.

  “I’m good, Palmer.” He couldn’t help but notice that she was wringing her hands as if she were nervous. “Listen . . . I was wondering if we could go out for coffee and dessert this Sunday evening.” Nayla’s eyes were filled with hope and joy.

  “I’ll have to make arrangements for my son. Can I call you in the morning and let you know?” Palmer asked, shocked that Nayla had asked him out.

  “Sure thing. Here’s my number. Call me.” She kissed his cheek, handed him her business card, and took the small box of fabric samples. She disappeared into her office, switching her shapely hips as if she had no doubt that Palmer was standing there staring at her every movement. And he was.

  Palmer was shocked, surprised, and mesmerized as he entered the elevator. He wanted to go out with Nayla. He’d wanted to go out with her for months, but now that he had his chance, he didn’t know what to do.

  When the elevator descended to the lobby, Judea was waiting as the doors opened. “What’s wrong?” she asked Palmer. “You look like you just seen a ghost.”

  Palmer felt that way. He didn’t know Judea well, but she looked like someone he could talk to. “Nayla asked me out.”

  “So why the long face? Thought you liked her.”

  “I do, Judea. I . . . I just. I had a bad dream about my late wife. I feel like I’m disrespecting her by going out with Nayla. I know it sounds crazy, but I loved Karmen so much that I feel like I’m cheating on her,” he admitted sadly.

  “Ain’t nothin’ wrong with a man lovin’ a woman. But, you’re still a young man wit’ yo’ whole life ’head of you. You got to figure out a way to let yo’ late wife go.” She took his hand in hers and patted it as if he were a child. “’Cause no matter how much you love her, she ain’t comin’ back.” Judea took her leave by way of the elevator.

  I know why Karmen came back. Because my heart still belongs to her. I haven’t let her go.

  Judea was right, and Palmer knew it. He just had to figure out a way to let Karmen go so that he could freely give his heart to Nayla.

  Braylin

  “Mama, are you ready?” Braylin was on the phone. She was outside of her parents’ condo, waiting in the back of a limo with Bronx and Donovan. Nayla would be meeting them at the event, and she didn’t want to be late.

  “I’m coming Braye, calm down!” Victoria Smith’s reason for taking so long wasn’t so she could look nice for her daughter’s big moment; it was so she could do her best to outshine her daughter on her special day. After all, I’ve got to look perfect. I want them to see the fabulousness that Braylin came from.

  “Hurry, Mama. Please. I know Daddy is ready, and we’ve still got to stop and get Donovan’s dad.”

  “Yeah, girl.” Mrs. Smith hung up on her daughter. She had yet to tell her daughter that she was proud of her, or anything slightly positive.

  Finally, Braylin’s mother emerged from her condo, on the arm of Braylin’s handsome father. Robert Smith’s chest was puffed up with pride; no father could have ever been prouder of his daughter than Robert was of Braylin at that very moment. Braylin jumped out of the limo and hugged her daddy’s neck, and she knew that everything would be okay.

  “Hey, kitten, how’s my little girl?” Robert leaned forward and kissed Braylin on the forehead and held her close again. At that moment, she wasn’t Braylin the businesswoman; she was Daddy’s little girl.

  “Hi, Daddy! I’m so glad you were able to make it tonight.”

  “Of course I made it, baby girl. Nothing was more important than being here for you tonight.”

  “You had no problem rescheduling our anniversary,” Braylin’s mother said. “I guess celebrating the thirty years that we’ve spent as husband and wife wasn’t important enough for you to reschedule a client, huh?”

  They had climbed back into the limo and were pulling off when Victoria decided that she would show the jealousy that she felt toward the relationship between her husband and her only daughter.

  “Victoria Annell Smith, you know good and well that if I had canceled that client, you wouldn’t be driving that brand new Jaguar with the custom animal-skin interior, so I don’t even know why you’re complaining. You weren’t complaining when we were at the dealership and I was putting cash down for your Jag tha
t I paid for and then put in your name. So chill. This is our little girl’s night, and damn it, we are going to enjoy it, with or without you.”

  Braylin, Bronx, and Donovan sat there in shock. None of them had ever heard Robert stand up to his vindictive wife before.

  “’Bout time you stood up to her stuck-up self, Mr. Robert!” Bronx began laughing hysterically and clapping her hands.

  “Bronx, calm down, girl.” Braylin was happy that her father had finally stood up to her mother, but she wasn’t going to say so and give her mother anything else to trip about.

  Donovan simply sat there in amusement. Well, well, well, Bray’s little perfect family ain’t so damn perfect after all.

  “Yo, man! You passed my Pops’ house,” Donovan barked at the driver.

  “Donovan, you didn’t have to yell at him like that. I’m sure it was an accident.” Braylin looked at her boyfriend sternly. “Sir, if you make this U-turn right here, Mr. Jones’ place is just a couple of houses down.”

  “Very well, Ms. Smith. Thank you.” The driver appreciated the young lady’s manners. He thought that she was sexy as hell, in all her thick glory.

  Hmm, Lord only knows what I’d do if I could get my hands on a sista like her, but I’m old enough to be her daddy. Young blood better watch out. He chuckled to himself as he got out of the car to open the door for Donovan’s father.

  “Hello, people!” Donovan’s father, David, always had a cheerful disposition. “Hey there, Ms. Braylin. Congratulations, sweetheart.”

  “Hi, David. Thank you!” Braylin beamed as she reached up and hugged David’s neck.

  “’Sup, Pop? Hey, girl, don’t be calling my pops David. That’s Mr. Jones to you.”

  Donovan could be such an ass. Braylin simply rolled her eyes at him.

  “Hello, son, and I told her that I prefer that she call me David. I’m not an old man, and I don’t want to be referred to as such.” He set his son straight without so much as raising his voice or losing his smile.

  “Mom, Dad, I would like you to meet Donovan’s dad, David Jones. David, these are my parents, Robert and Victoria Smith.”