“Hey, buddy! What is your problem?” David quickly questioned the man before shutting the blinds. He didn’t want to witness the old man’s ejaculation, because he’d no doubt release a cloud of dust from his old balls.
Turning to Braylin, David stretched his arms out and said, “Come here, beautiful.”
“David, I’m so embarrassed. I can’t.” She kept her eyes closed and her face covered. She was so ashamed. How could she have been so careless? And poor Mr. Akins. She couldn’t be angry at him for watching them. The man suffered from Alzheimer’s and was always wandering outside. Mrs. Akins had her hands full trying to keep up with him.
“I promise you have nothing to be embarrassed about. You are gorgeous, Braylin.” David lay down on the floor and pulled her down on top of him. She was apprehensive until David slid down, coming face-to-face with her dripping wet pussy. That was all it took to ease her nerves. David’s powerful tongue became reacquainted with her dripping wet love tunnel, and they were instantly taken back to heaven again. Thoughts of Mr. Akins were completely forgotten.
“Mmm . . . David, you are . . . mmm . . .” David had her feeling so good that she couldn’t even form complete sentences. “David, oh, David . . . mmm . . . damn!” She grabbed his head and a handful of his short hair. David simply moaned and continued his quest to please the woman who was finally his.
He felt his manhood swell as she leaned back and locked her legs tighter around his neck and began to buck wildly against his face. It was then that he knew that she was coming. “I’m comin’, baby. Oh my . . . oh, I’m . . . oh, yes, I’m comin’!” She spread her legs and squirted her sweet release all over his face.
Braylin was in pure awe after that, as she had never experienced an orgasm quite that powerful before. She looked down at David and smiled while stroking his smooth, close cut fade as he caressed her body.
Braylin had never felt anything like that before, and she was determined that she wasn’t going back to mediocre loving after that night. By the time David entered her with his long, thick manhood again, all it took was a few slow strokes before she was thrown completely over the edge of eroticism with the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced.
Leaning forward, he huskily whispered in her ear, “I love this thickness on you, beautiful.”
“I love the way you love this thickness, baby.” He made her feel like a sexual goddess, like she was on top of the world and nothing or no one could ever stand in her way.
The way David was loving her body told her that she could have anything she wanted, whenever she wanted it. What Braylin wanted at that very moment was to go down south and let his delicious-looking dick get acquainted with her luscious mouth. He was kissing her nipples as Braylin started on a path down his body. Just as she was about to take him into her warm mouth, he positioned them in the perfect meal for two, a sixty-nine.
“Tell me what you want, baby. Kiss and lick on me, everywhere you want me to do the same to you.”
“Kiss me here.” She kissed his broad chest. “Mmm, kiss me here, baby.” Following directions to the tee, he kissed her belly button. “Oh, David, kiss me here,” she moaned, spreading her lips further apart and massaging her clit against his nose as she took him deep into her wet throat.
“Say no more.” Braylin’s perfect lover went downtown like she was his last meal and he intended to get every single drop. He wasn’t like her ex, Savon. That man used to always lap at her pussy like it was a doggy dish and he was a malnourished bulldog. And he certainly wasn’t like Donovan’s no-foreplay self.
After being under David’s hypnotic spell, Braylin couldn’t imagine anyone ever being a better lover than him.
He entered her again, and she lost herself in their own special rhythm.
“Oh, shit! David!” She clawed his back as she came all over his latex-covered manhood, and loved it. “Oh, David, I’m sorry, baby. I hope I didn’t hurt you.”
He stared directly in her eyes and spoke softly. “It’s okay, baby. That’s what my back is here for, for you to claw at. I wanted to give you an orgasm like you’ve never experienced before, baby. You were bound to react some type of way.”
Smiling, she looked down and noticed that he was still rock hard. All she could think was, Dayum . . . as hung as he is, and he’s still hard as a rock. Oh my God, I’m falling in lust.
After making love again, they climaxed together and drifted off into a peaceful sleep.
* * *
As the rising sun began peeking through the curtains, Braylin rolled over, looked at David, and smiled, feeling in her heart that he could very well be the one—the one to love her like an old school love song. This was the love she’d always wanted, needed, desired, and dreamed of. Marsha Ambrious’s “Your Hands” began to softly play on the iPod dock in the background, and she stroked David’s head, feeling blessed to be sharing this special moment with him, knowing that she never wanted to let go.
* * *
Meanwhile, Donovan and his “homeboy” Bobby were kissing and feeling each other up in his apartment when Bobby got the bright idea to invite Bronx over for a threesome.
“You think she’ll suck my dick while you bang me out from the back?” Bobby stood up and shook his ass in Donovan’s face.
“Man, get that freaky bitch high enough and she’ll do any-damn-thing. You still got that bag of X?” Donovan pulled down Bobby’s pants and slapped him on the ass before sticking his tongue inside the fat man’s anus.
Palmer
As promised, Palmer got up early Saturday morning and took Jason and Poopy to the park. His plan was to spend the entire day with the two of them, playing and trying to forget about his worries. Then Sunday, he would spend his day with Nayla. Finally.
He looked up from running around with Jason and Poopy to see Amanda, one of his coworkers. She immediately noticed him and ran over.
“Hi, Palmer! Who is this cutie?” the office whore asked while pretending to be interested in his son.
“Amanda, this is Jason.” Palmer turned to his son and said, “Jason, tell Ms. Amanda hi.”
“Hi, Ms. Amanda! This is my dog, Poopy!” Jason grinned, baring his missing front teeth. He was so adorable. “Come on, Poopy, let’s go play!” Off they went. Poopy was fast on Jason’s heels.
“Don’t go too far, Jay,” Palmer called after his son before turning to Amanda and asking, “What brings you here so early on a Saturday morning?” He had never seen her there before.
“Oh, just trying to get in a li’l exercise. I wanna keep my body sexy and tight.” The whore batted her fake eyelashes at Palmer while showcasing her fake boobs.
“Is there something wrong with your eyes?” Palmer asked her with a puzzled look on his face.
Feeling embarrassed, she replied, “No. My eyes are fine.” She couldn’t help but to roll her eyes at Palmer. He was fine, but he had to be slow if he didn’t know she wanted to take him home and fuck his brains out.
Just then, Jason ran up to them. Amanda bent down and kissed him on the forehead. Quickly, Jason wiped off the kiss. When she noticed Palmer checking out a nicely-dressed fat woman, she reached up to hug his neck, pressing her firm body into his. Her behavior was very inappropriate in front of his son and the other people in the park. Palmer gently nudged her away. It was then that he noticed that Nayla had witnessed the whole scene. If the look she returned to him could kill, Palmer would have died right there. Without saying so much as a hello, Nayla walked off.
Palmer turned to Jason and told him, “You and Poopy sit right here and wait for Daddy. Understand?”
“Yes, Daddy.” Jason stroked Poopy’s silky coat.
“May I stay here and keep him company?” Amanda asked. She was quite satisfied with herself when she saw that heifer run off. Why would Palmer want someone that huge when he could have her, a perfect size six?
“Sure.” Palmer wanted her gone, to be honest, but it was best that he not leave his son unattended in the busy park. �
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“Nayla! Nayla! Please wait!”
She turned around with a look of pure disappointment on her face. He saw the tears in her eyes, even though she was trying to hide them.
“What do you want, Palmer?” Her once sexy tone of voice was replaced with one of anger. “Don’t you have to get back to your young, skinny, white wife?” Before he could even offer an explanation, she said, “Don’t bother calling me, Palmer.” And with that, she turned and walked away.
Nayla
Judea and Nayla sat in Nayla’s office having one of their heart-to-heart conversations. It was almost lunchtime. Their girl talk had become the norm when it was slow in the office. Judea and Nayla had become fast friends. Nayla was so thankful that she had hired Judea despite her lack of experience.
“Judea, we’ve got to get the adjacent office prepared for Braylin to move into.”
“I thought she had decided that she’d mostly work from home? But I know that ain’t what’s botherin’ you. So what’s-a-matter with you?”
“Judea, I had taken your advice and asked Palmer out. I was very excited over our upcoming date.”
“So what went wrong? Why you sound so sad if y’all going out?” Judea thought they were making the situation a lot harder than it had to be. They should have just stopped beating around the bush, like Judea and Lamar had done from day one. When you like somebody, you don’t play games, because life is way too short.
“We’re not going.” Nayla was so very disappointed. “I saw him with his wife and kid at the park. He was trying to play me.”
“His wife? He told me his wife had died.” Judea was confused. There had to be some kind of mistake.
“Wife, girlfriend, it’s all the same. I saw him with another woman in the park. And of course she just had to be a skinny white woman.” Nayla was so frustrated. It was so hard to find a good black man, especially if you weren’t a skinny model-type with dead brain cells. She wasn’t prejudiced, but seeing Palmer with that white woman made her so mad. Or maybe it wasn’t because the woman was white—maybe it was because Nayla had mustered the courage to ask him out only to have her heart broken no sooner than she let down her guard.
“Maybe you need to talk to Palmer and find out just what’s goin’ on, Nayla. Thangs ain’t always what they seem,” Judea advised.
“I’m still not ready to speak to him. I don’t even want to talk about him anymore.” Nayla could be really stubborn sometimes. “Anyway, tell me what’s been up with you and Lamar,” Nayla asked, trying to change the subject.
“Well, we’ve been seein’ each other er’ day since my first day here.” Judea beamed. At just the mention of Lamar, she got a certain glow about her. Judea proceeded to tell funny stories about her and Lamar’s lunch dates. The two of them were perfect for each other.
She seems so happy, Nayla thought. She was happy for Judea. She wanted her own happiness as well. Truth be told, she had feelings for Palmer. That’s why it hurt so much to think that he could be just another married or attached lowlife pursuing her.
“Ms. Judea, you can take a longer lunch today. I’ve got a long business luncheon to attend,” Nayla told Judea.
“Okay, Nayla. And er’thang will work out soon.” Judea encouraged her before leaving Nayla’s office.
Nayla left for her meeting, hoping and praying that Judea was right.
Judea
Judea called Lamar on his work phone and told him that she was able to take a long lunch.
“Baby, I’s packed us a lunch basket. How ’bout we have a li’l picnic right at your desk?” Lamar was so in love and wasn’t afraid to show it.
“I’d really like that, boo. I’ll see you in a few minutes.” She hung up the phone, smiling as wide as the sun was bright that day.
Just then, Palmer walked in. He knew that Nayla took her lunch around this time, and he thought that it would be better to deliver the package while she was not there.
“Hi, Judea.” Palmer tried to paste on his best smile.
Judea noticed that he wasn’t his usual self. He was just as miserable as Nayla. They were going to drive Judea crazy if they didn’t get their acts together soon.
“Hi there, Palmer. How you doin’? You seem real sad. What’s a matta?” Judea asked.
“Nayla saw me and my son at the park Saturday. One of my coworkers had just joined us. I had no idea that she would be there. Nayla saw us together and assumed that we were together because Amanda, my coworker, unexpectedly hugged me. I tried explaining myself to Nayla, but she wouldn’t listen to me,” Palmer said with a look of despair on his face.
“So the woman Nayla saw you wit’ wasn’t your wife or girlfrien’?”
“When I told you my wife was dead, I wasn’t kidding. That girl, Amanda, is far from my type. I don’t mean to disrespect women, but she’s the office whore. I would never jeopardize my life or my son’s life like that. I’m sure that she likes me, but I’m only interested in Nayla. I even wrote her a poem.” He reached inside his shirt pocket and removed a piece of folded paper. “I was wondering if you would please put it on her desk.” Palmer thought the poem might be his last hope of winning Nayla over.
“Sure. And don’t you worry none. I’ll talk to Nayla fo’ you.” I been doing a lot of reassuring today.
“Have a good day, Judea. And thank you so much.”
“You too, Palmer.” Judea bid him good day. She then set the box of fabric samples in Nayla’s office and placed the poem on her desk. She was in such a hurry to get ready for her lunch date with Lamar that she completely forgot to leave a sticky note saying the poem was from Palmer.
Lamar was always so prompt, and she didn’t want to be late. She ran into the private restroom that Nayla had reserved for her and freshened up. She finished off with a reapplication of her lip-gloss. She thought about buying lipstick, but had no idea what color would go with her skin. In Altoona, everybody just wore fire hydrant red lipstick if they wore any at all. Judea opted to be natural and just wear lip-gloss or wrap her Vaseline in aluminum foil so she could stick it in her purse.
She heard Lamar outside in the office calling for her. “Judea, baby!”
“I’m in here, baby.” She blushed at their affection for each other. “Be out in a minute.” I gotta look good fo’ my baby.
Lamar had gone from being Lamar to her baby. And she wouldn’t have it any other way. Her heart did a flip-flop. She was in love and it felt so good.
Braylin
Braylin had made it her business from the night that she and David first made love to always have “late business meetings” at least three nights a week. She no longer even desired Donovan, and she really wanted nothing more than to kick him out of her place and her life. It was months before Donovan even realized that Braylin had stopped chastising him for everything, and that it didn’t even seem to faze her if they had gone an extended period without sex.
“Braylin, what’s good, baby?” Donovan was sitting in the living room, candles lit and soft music playing.
“Hey, Donovan, what’s all of this?” This jackass hasn’t done this since we first got together, Braylin thought.
“It’s just a special evening for my special lady.”
“Your special lady? Am I being punked? Where are the cameras?” She laughed. He didn’t.
“Why you joking around? I’m trying to be here for you and show your fat ass that I love you.”
“You love me? You don’t love me. You know why you don’t love me? It’s because you don’t love yourself.”
“You know, Braylin, I should have known a spoiled, fat bitch like yourself wouldn’t know how to appreciate having a man like me at home with yo’ ass,” he sneered.
“Excuse me?” Braylin was ready to slap fire from his face.
“Oh, you heard me. It’s stupid heifers like you who make black men go out and marry white women. Then you sit on your fat asses, crying with your girlfriends over ice cream and cake about how all the good b
lack men are switching out.”
Braylin raised her hand, drew back, and slapped spit from his mouth. When he opened his mouth to speak again, she back-handed him with the same hand. If Braylin had a gun, she probably would have shot Donovon in cold blood and spit on his corpse. How dare he disrespect her in her own home?
“Call Jenny Craig and see if she can recommend a diet for fat and stupid chicks.”
Braylin balled up her fist to punch him square in his nose, but instead of hitting him, she laughed. It was almost sadistic how calm she was.
“You know, Donovan, if you want to go spend some time with one of your whores, you didn’t have to pick a fight. You are more than welcome to go, permanently.”
“Aw shit, girl, you know I ain’t really going no-damn-where.”
Don’t do me any favors, Braylin thought as she walked off. If she wasn’t about to spend some time with David or hang with Nayla and Judea, she’d rather be alone.
* * *
Months had passed since David and Braylin had made their initial connection. “Oh, David,” Braylin moaned as her lover took her higher into ecstasy. He was so gentle and in tune with her needs. He was definitely the best lover she had ever had. Not only was he making love to her body, but he sent her mind into another world. Together they made the most beautiful music.
As soft music played in the background, she began to cry tears of joy as he went down and began to lick all the stress and drama of the day away from her sweet flesh. “Oh, David, nobody does it like you. Nobody!”
The seductive smell of jasmine-scented candles filled the air as their bodies intertwined on the floor next to the fireplace. Their passions burned hotter than the logs in the radiant fire as strokes from his tongue brought her near orgasm.
Suddenly and without warning, the front door opened. Standing in its entry was Braylin’s live-in situation, Donovan. “What the fuck?” he screamed, not wanting to believe the scene before him. His woman was with another man in their home.
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