“Damn, baby, this pussy’s good. Oh shit!”
I matched his thrust. Clenched his dick with my pussy muscles. “That’s right. Get all up in this pussy. Uhhh. Fuck. Me. Hmmm. Hmmm.”
Suddenly, he reached up underneath me, cupped my ass with his big hands, then, in one swift motion, lifted my hips and mercilessly banged his dick in and out of me. I chanted, hummed. Called out to the forbidden lust Gods, wrapping my legs around his waist, squeezing his tight ass. Pulling him deeper in me. A multiple wave of orgasms rippled through my body, causing me to see stars as he fucked me with wild abandonment. “Oh. Oh. Oh. Yesss! I’m cummmmming.” He was long stroking me, deep-dicking me. Hitting that spot. Making my pussy snap, crackle, and pop.
“Yeah, baby. Wet this big dick with your sweet cum. Just like that. Oh, shit! I’m getting ready to bust this nut. You want this nut?”
“Oh yes. Nut all in this pussy, baby. Oh yes! Yes! Yes!”
Thrusting.
Banging.
Moaning.
Groaning.
Grunting.
I was slipping in and out off consciousness.
Riding the wave of another orgasm.
Gliding.
Sliding.
Screaming at the top of my lungs to the Good Fuck spirits. I was at the brink of a deafening explosion. And then . . . there was knock on my door.
“Huh?” I answered, startled. Dazed.
“Doctor Simms,” the voice said, standing in my doorway. “The CO told me to come down.”
“Oh, yeah,” I responded, cautiously trying to collect myself while motioning for him to come in. “Mr. Watkins, right?”
He nodded.
“Please have a seat.”
I stared at him for a moment, hoping the scent of my wanton desires weren’t lingering in the air. I let out a sigh of relief when I realized there were no traces of passion with the exception of the dampness between my legs. I shifted in my chair, gazing into his eyes.
“So, please tell me. What brings you to see me today?”
He cleared his throat and slowly began. “I’m having trouble sleeping.” He paused, fidgeting in his chair.
“Take your time.” I smiled, grabbed my pen, then jotted down some notes. “Everything’s okay. I’m here to help you.”
He finally continued . . . and I half-listened, sliding in and out of my daydream. Scribbling on my notepad until his forty-five minutes were up. At the end of our session, I told him I’d send a slip down for him to meet me again next week. He seemed relieved. I smiled, watching him leave my office. Somewhere in the dark corners of my mind I knew I had crossed the line. But I’d live on the edge . . . just a little, for now.
K. Elliott presents Fantasy
Like Father, Like Son
Autumn Knight
“Did you enjoy it?”
The voice at the other end of the phone was silent. “I asked if you enjoyed it!”
“Yes,” she said softly.
“Well, now there’s nothing left to say, is there?”
“But I never intended for it to get so out of hand. I . . . ” the
voice on the other end sounded desperate; interrupted in mid sentence she was speechless. “The point, my darling, is you lived out your fantasy and now the fantasy has out lived you. Nice chatting with you good; luck in the future, dear.” The phone was replaced on the receiver before another word could be uttered.
“Ahh, when will they learn?” Mrs. Towson spoke to herself, exhausted, as she lay back on her velour chaise lounge, sipping her afternoon martini.
A knock on her bedroom door interrupted her train of thought. “Enter,” she replied, shifting in the lounge to see who was entering her boudoir.
“Good afternoon darling.” The tall bronzed-skinned gentleman leaned over and kissed her on both cheeks.
“Good afternoon, Karl. I see you’re on time for our afternoon tête-à-tête with Bryce.” Mrs. Towson sighed, exasperated from the thought of dealing with yet another meeting or should she say candidate.
“Aw, come on, Sylvia. It’s not that bad now, is it? You do want the best for Bryce, right?” Karl glanced over at his mother steadily sipping her martini.
“Not so bad for you, you mean; I’m sure you’re enjoying the process.” Mrs. Towson shook her head, downing the last of her drink.
“I must say, Bryce has kept company with some interesting characters the past several years.” Karl chuckled at the expression that now graced his mother’s face. “After all, mother we must be very careful of his choices. Beatrice wanted only the best for her only son.” Karl walked over to his mother’s window, which overlooked the garden.
“Yes, that’s true, God rest her soul; but the men in this family are something to be reckoned with, I must say.” Sylvia got up to check her appearance in the mirror before heading downstairs for their meeting. For a woman of a certain age she was a timeless classic. Her short gray hair was cut and styled to perfection, giving her yellow complexion a sun kissed glow. Back in her day, the old folks use to say she could pass for a white woman, with her fawn-colored hair and green eyes. She was strikingly beautiful, well-pampered, and extremely wealthy. The importance of her image dominated Sylvia’s world. Wellmanicured nails, her mannerism and speech displayed the epitome of a tailor-made woman.
There wasn’t a social function or event that went on in West Chester County, New York she didn’t know about. The Towson name was synonymous with philanthropy, finance, and wealth; they worked hard to obtain their social and economic status in society, and had to be careful who they allowed into the family circle.
After powdering her face in the mirror, Sylvia adjusted the skirt of her Chanel suit and spun around to face Karl, who already had his arm out waiting for her to accompany him.
“Shall we, my dear?” Karl motioned for her to grasp his extended arm as he led her out the room and down the lengthy hallway to the stairs.
* * *
“Relax. You’re going to shake your leg loose, girl if you don’t slow down.” Raven sat on the oversized couch across from Bryce, nervous as hell. She finally was getting the opportunity to meet the family, and she didn’t want to fumble in any way. She knew she was getting close to Bryce’s asking of her hand in marriage. They had been dating for the past year or so and were inseparable.
All the questions she had about his family, she knew, were about to be answered; Bryce never discussed her meeting the family until a month ago. The only thing she knew about them is what he allowed her to know and the secrecy was killing her inside. Raven had called her best friend Madison early in the day to discuss what she should wear and what to say to his family since they were considered the upper crust of society—hell, they were like black royalty and she was poised to be the next queen to the throne.
Bryce and she had met at a café near the financial district one evening; he was working late and stopped in to get an espresso to get him through the remainder of the night. Their eyes met while waiting for their orders; the initial attraction, she knows, was purely physical. Bryce was a handsome specimen. His caramel skin was a glow as if he received facial treatments routinely. His medium-size frame was toned with biceps that flexed through his shirt as he stirred his espresso.
Raven couldn’t help but stare. Some people just reeked of sexual attraction, and he was one of them, she couldn’t help herself, staring at him from head to toe, wondering how she could spark up a conversation. And, yes, wondering what his bedroom talk was like as well. She knew he’d noticed her, so she took the initiative to engage him in conversation.
“Excuse me, mister; come here often?” she smiled, looking at the twisted expression on Bryce’s face. “That was corny, huh?” She laughed, extending her hand.
“Yeah, that was real corny.” Bryce laughed, shaking her hand finding her humorous for offering up such a lame line.
“Well, let me start again. How are you? I’m Raven.”
“Hello Raven I’m Bryce. Nice to meet you
.” Bryce held onto Raven’s hand well after the introduction.
Raven slowly released her hand from his grip and asked if he had a few minutes to share before they left the café. Bryce entertained her offer as they exchanged numbers before leaving their java spot.
From that meeting forward, they were constantly in touch, spending time together, and getting to know each other. It was remarkable how much they shared their aspirations in life. Everything seemed to be moving smoothly, almost seamless, as she learned what turned Bryce on and he learned what turned her on. The only difference in their two worlds was that he came from money and her family, like most, lived paycheck to paycheck. Raven knew what she wanted in life and that excited Bryce. He wanted a strong woman to share his life with, and Raven figured she fit that bill.
“Can I get you some more iced tea? Maybe that will help calm you.” Bryce chuckled, seeing how nervous Raven looked sitting in his grandmother’s sunroom.
“That sounds superb; I would love some more tea.” Raven tried to relax.
“What? That sounds superb?” Bryce busted out in laughter. “Raven, relax and just be yourself, you sound like one of them stiff society types my grandmother plays bridge with.” Bryce picked up her empty glass and headed to the kitchen. “Besides, my grandmother can sniff out a phony in a minute. Don’t put on airs; she’s like a pit bull. She can smell fear.”
Raven’s eyes grew huge at that statement, and she could hear Bryce laughing as he disappeared through the double French doors. Raven attempted to pull herself together as she sat back on the sofa in the beautifully decorated sunroom; white lilies were placed throughout the room, complimenting the Scandinavian wood-grain furniture. Accents of sage and cream ran throughout the upholstery giving the sunroom a whimsical feel. The sun danced off the glass solarium that overlooked the garden and the family pool. Raven took a deep breath, she could get used to this lifestyle. The sunroom was larger than her tiny, one-bedroom apartment.
It was a dream come true for her to meet someone with whom she was comfortable talking to, someone she could possibly spend the rest of her life with. Raven was determined not to let anything ruin what she found with Bryce.
“Well, well . . . who do we have here?” Sylvia’s voice sang as she entered the room.
Raven stood up to face the direction of the voice. A stomach full of butterflies. It was showtime. “Hello Mrs. Towson, I’m so pleased to meet you, I’m Raven.” She was graceful in her delivery, knowing Mrs. Towson had given her the once-over immediately upon entering the room.
“Oh no, dear, call me Sylvia. And this is Bryce’s father, Karl. We’re pleased to meet you.” They both shook Raven’s hand and motioned for her to take her seat back on the couch.
Raven sat back down looking at Bryce’s family in front of her. She felt like they were superheroes. She was uneasy in their presence even with them trying to make her feel at ease.
“So, Raven, tell us about yourself.” Karl broke the awkward silence in the room, looking her over. His son had good taste in women; she was a very attractive young lady.
Raven took her time responding. What should she tell about her family and herself and what should she leave out? Although Bryce accepted who she was, she wasn’t sure if his family was going to be as accepting of her and her social status, which was challenged, to say the least. “Well, I’m in school right now, studying in the medical field.”
“Oh, a doctor?” Karl chimed in.
“Ah . . . no, well . . . maybe eventually, but right now I’m attending a medical and technical institute. Raven began feeling uncomfortable.
Mrs. Towson was looking at her as if she had just cursed.
Raven could see by her expression that Mrs. Towson was not impressed with her response. “I’m very interested in cancer research, so maybe I can look into a university after my technical training is finished.” Raven figured, What the hell? Put it all out there, and just try to be yourself. She looked toward the French doors wondering where Bryce was.
“Very impressive. You’ll have to tell us more about that. Our family provides funding for cancer research.” Sylvia was very interested in hearing more; Raven had her full attention.
Raven began to talk about her interest in the medical research field. Keeping her hands folded across her knee, she steadily kept her leg from shaking again.
Mrs. Towson seemed very amused, as did Karl.
Raven found Karl to be very charming and handsome for an older gentleman. Just as she was getting into a flow, Bryce entered the room with a tray of iced tea and a housekeeper in tow with a tray of lunch. Raven tried not to show any reaction as Bryce entered the room kissing his grandmother on the cheek. He took a seat next to her, throwing his arm behind her on the sofa. Raven couldn’t believe they had a damn housekeeper, but for the size of their house, she should have known the old lady wasn’t taking care of it by herself.
Mrs. Towson was well kept and it showed. She excused the housekeeper after the tray of sandwiches was set up on the miranda. Fresh fruit and pastries were later bought into the room, completing the afternoon lunch.
The meeting went very well as they all laughed and talked about mundane issues, trying to feel Raven out, and to see how serious Bryce was about his new young lady. Raven was preoccupied during the lunch as Karl kept catching her eye. She was amazed at the similarities that he and Bryce had in common. Their movements, physical attributes; his voice, although an octave deeper was mesmerizing. Even their outlook on life was incredibly mirrored as if they were twins.
Raven looked at Bryce’s father, knowing this was how Bryce would look in thirty years from now, and what she saw wasn’t bad at all. Not bad at all, she thought. Lost in thought she didn’t hear the invite, from Mrs. Towson, to visit their house in the Hampton’s for a weekend in three weeks. She was preoccupied with how good Karl was looking in his polo shirt and khakis that showcased a sizeable bulge in his pants.
“Dear, will you be able to join us or not?” she heard Mrs. Towson raise her voice.
Bryce nudged her leg with his knee to get her to respond to his grandmother’s invite.
Raven had missed the entire conversation.
Bryce repeated his grandmother’s offer before Raven finally responded.
“My apologies. I would love to join you for a weekend,” Raven blurted out, smiling at Bryce. She really wanted to say Oh hell yeah! The closest she had been to the Hampton's was watching Diddy’s party on Entertainment Tonight.
“Then it’s settled. We shall have a splendid time,” Mrs. Towson chimed in as she motioned for Bryce to fill her glass with some more tea.
Another hour and a half had passed before Mrs. Towson excused herself to get some rest; she had an evening function to attend and wanted to look her best. Raven was proud of how she had handled herself, and was even more relieved now that Mrs. Towson was off for an afternoon nap. Although lunch and conversation seemed to be a success, she still felt as if Mrs. Towson were sizing her up. Madison would be proud of how she had handled the Towsons filthy rich or not. Raven had used what she knew to get her through a potentially disastrous situation, and apparently it worked.
She felt self-assured as she sat and listened to Bryce and his father discussing investment options on a stock tip that Karl had just gotten wind of. Laying back into the plush pillows, crossing her legs, Raven allowed her shapely, long brown leg to swing in a steady rhythm. Raven caught Bryce glancing over in midsentence, licking his lips as she swung her leg he could see that she was at ease; she didn’t display any of the nervous twitches from earlier.
He stood to make himself another plate, asking his father and Raven if either of them wanted anything else. They both declined his invitation.
It was then, out the corner of her eye that Raven thought she caught Karl looking at her legs in the same way that his son enjoyed looking. Raven could feel her stomach stirring with nervousness; maybe it was embarrassment, or maybe she was turned on by his glances.
; The afternoon at the Towsons couldn’t have ended soon enough as she told Karl good-bye, shaking his hand. His grip felt strong, and she was turned on by his touch.
Bryce drove Raven home and barely got her into her apartment door before she removed her dress and stood in front of him with a pink bra and thong. She slowly backed him into the living room. Bryce hadn’t noticed the look in her eyes on the ride to her apartment. He couldn’t understand what had occurred to turn her on, from the time they had left his grandmother’s house to now, nor did he care.
Raven was a very sexual creature and willing to please him; straight or kinky, she loved it all.
Bryce was turned out by her sexual appetite, and that was refreshing to him. He had had his share of dead weight in his bed, or the women who wanted to save the pussy for marriage; he was sick of that shit. He wanted his share then and now. Having someone like Raven, who was willing to try anything once, was like Christmas morning over and over again. Raven was beautiful. Her long brown kinky hair sat just above her shoulders; she had the deepest brown eyes and mocha skin that smelled of sweet nectar.
Bryce stood in the middle of her living room watching her lowering his pants to his knees, she wasted no time taking his rawness into her mouth, sucking as if she were a hungry baby on a nipple. She consumed Bryce until he began stroking her mouth. She was working his erection so well, he closed his eyes tightly and swore he was inside her pussy. The heat of her mouth had to be 98.5 degrees and growing.
Unable to contain himself he held her head firmly for balance as he thrust back and forth, letting out a beastly growl. His legs began buckling from the pressure of her head game. The more he moaned, the wetter her mouth felt as he fell onto her sofa.
Raven crawled over to the couch, positioning herself back between his legs. He finally released an uncontrollable orgasm. Raven began rubbing Bryce’s dick with her hand. She placed his nut sack in her mouth and rhythmically shuffled his sack between the pockets of her cheeks. Raven’s tongue savored every lick until she sucked him back to erection, sending Bryce squirming, begging her to fuck him. He was undeniably turned out.
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