by PN Books
Seff nuzzled against her to protect her. After tonight, they would all be blessed, in love and happy all at once.
Kurt would never forget the day they met. He would be grateful for that day for the rest of his life. He howled to the moon, letting Cassie know how much he loved her and soon after Seff did the same. In her mind she felt the love they were giving her.
Cassie loved her life to and couldn’t believe her luck, just how much she loved these two men, she wouldn’t give it up for the world. She found her new life and she was finally happy.
THE END
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Bonus Story 4 of 15
Swirling with the Jock
Charmaine stepped off the treadmill and wiped the sweat from her brow. It had been a long time since she'd worked out so hard. Her muscles ached, but it was a good ache. She'd pushed herself past her limits. She looked at her luscious brown skin, covered in a layer of sweat, and smiled. She had the hips, thighs, and full breasts that easily turned men’s heads.
Even in an upscale gym like Equinox, she got plenty of attention from the male members. She'd even caught a few of the female members checking her out on occasion. All that attention gave her a full body thrill. It's what kept her coming back to the gym.
Maybe that wasn't quite true. Maybe she worked out because she enjoyed working up a sweat and feeling like she was alive when her adrenaline was pumping.
A blond hunk walked in front of the treadmills and towards the locker rooms. Charmaine kept her eyes fixed on him.
Charmaine had never been with a white man before. Of course, like most of her African-American girlfriends, she had entertained the idea. No, she'd done much more than entertain the idea, she thought to herself with a smile. Many a night she'd stroked her pussy, moving her fingers in and out while imagining a handsome blue-eyed, blond-haired Viking pounding away at her pussy, making her submit to his will, while juices leaked out of her and down her thick mahogany thighs.
She could feel herself getting wet just thinking about it. She kept her eyes locked on the blonde hunk as he sauntered into the men's locker room, head held up high, eyes looking straight ahead. She loved that intensity, that masculine fire that seemed to burn within him. That was the kind of man she needed. That's what was missing in her life.
She wasn't going to leave the gym until he came out of the locker room until she had a chance to talk to him. If she went home without saying anything to him, there's no way that she would've been able to get him out of her mind. He would've haunted her every thought, her dreams, fantasies, and nightmares. His beautiful blond hair and piercing blue eyes would be there staring at her, challenging, beckoning her.
"Are you doing anything tomorrow night?" He asked cocking his head to the side, smirking at her arrogantly. As if he knew that her pussy was dripping wet for him, that her mouth was hungry to take his big hard, cock.
Was she free that night? For him, she would be free anytime. But there was no need to tell him that, she’d learned that it was always good to keep men a little bit in the dark and anxious about what she was actually thinking.
"Maybe,” she said. "Where do you plan on taking me?
"I know a few places," he said. He reached down and adjusted his crotch.
Transfixed, Charmaine stared down at the big bulge. It looked huge, hard and long. She'd never seen or held or kissed or slurped a white man's cock before. It was such a hot, taboo fantasy of hers. But up until this point, that's all it had been: a fantasy.
Charmaine hopped in her black BMW and zoomed out of the parking lot. During the drive home, her whole body vibrated with pleasure. She couldn't wait tomorrow night's date. She knew that it's all she would be able to think about. There was no way that she would be able to get much work done in the office tomorrow. She wouldn’t be able to get that gorgeous face out of her mind no matter how hard she tried.
When she got home to the privacy of her bedroom, she knew exactly what she was going to do. She was going to have an incredible orgasm, an absolutely incredible orgasm that would push her over the edge with pleasure and drive her wild with desire for Brian.
As Charmaine's body rose on the bed, across town Brian stripped out of his pants and tight spandex. His big cock flopped between his muscular legs. While the shower water ran, he stood in front of the mirror flexing, smiling, impressed as always with his beautifully sculpted physique. This was the body that had made him such a competitive and feared professional football player. It was also the body that still hadn't quite recovered from a serious knee injury two years ago, the injury that had finally ended his career, well before he reached his potential.
Having to retire before the age of 30 was something that he would've thought unimaginable. He'd played football since he was a young boy, tossing the ball around with his father at whatever military base he happened to be stationed at that month. Football ran in his blood. And when everything had ended, when he could no longer put on the cleats and pads and helmet and run out of the tunnel like a madman going to war, his life seemed empty and without meaning.
Since his forced early retirement, he'd struggled to find direction in his life. Everything was so much easier when he was a football player. Every day he had a routine, a schedule that would keep him focused and on track. Whenever his mind began to wander or he got distracted, there was always a coach or teammate or an agent to shake him back into gear. He'd heard from plenty of guys that post-football life would be tough. He’d expected that and he'd deal with it. He just hoped that things would get a little easier as time went by.
After Brian showered and dressed, he sat down on the couch with a beer and flicked on the TV. His cock was throbbing in his pants. Like his professional playing days, his playboy bachelor days were also finished, or at least, they seemed to be winding down to an end. But maybe all he needed to do was play the field a bit more, a few more conquests, a threesome with a famous actress and model. It had been a couple months since he'd really felt his mojo flowing back into his body, giving him a renewed sense of hope, a new sense of purpose.
That thick mahogany beauty from the gym had his cock rock hard from the first time he'd laid eyes on her. He'd always had an appreciation for African-American women, but as yet, he never had the chance to date one. Or maybe that wasn't true, maybe he had passed up the chance before, not knowing whether or not they would accept a white man. He thought that those sorts of taboos would've been done away with by now.
Both his mother and father were in the military, so he had to travel a lot in his childhood. He'd grown up around all different types of children: white, black, and everything in between. He'd learned to look beyond the surfaces of things, but more importantly of people.
Someone rang the buzzer to his condo. Brian turned down the volume on the TV, took a long sip from his beer, and listened to the buzzer. He hadn't been expecting anyone and he really didn't like it when people came over unannounced. He'd had to tell more than a couple of his friends, especially the drunken wild, ones not to do that. They all promised to respect his wishes and it had been a long while since anyone of them had broken their word. Who could it be? He wondered. He drained the last of the beer, got off the couch, and walked towards the intercom.
"Hello," he said. "Who is this?"
"Hey, baby. It's me, Michelle."
Brian closed his eyes. “Fuck!” He said, leaning his back up against the door.
Michelle was one of his clients at the gym. She paid top dollar and he provided her with top-notch service. He could tell from the way that she looked at him, that she was trouble. She pinched his butt cheeks every now and then, and licked her lips as she looked up and down his body, pausing and evaluating the bulge in his spandex shorts with a particular interest. She wanted something more than the relationship that they presently had.
While he found her attractive, Brian had been able to keep his dick in his pants so far. But he didn't know how much longer he was going be able to
hold out.
Michelle walked into Brian's apartment like she owned the place.
"Not bad," she said. "Not bad at all. I see that you've spent some of your money wisely.
There was no question that Brian took pride in his luxury apartment but he knew that this woman, who was probably 7 or 8 years older than him, most likely had not come over to talk about interior design. She was wearing a tight white top, which beautifully showed off her abundant cleavage and blue cutoff shorts that barely covered her sun-kissed thighs. Brian didn't know what was wrong with him but he could feel his cock rising, palpitating, filling with blood. This isn’t what he wanted. No, not at all.
"Michelle, I'm sorry," Brian said. "I really have someplace to be."
Michelle smiled, full of lust and confidence. She wasn't going to turn around and walk out of the apartment that quickly. He was going to have to be a lot stronger in his rejection if he was ever going to send the right message. She walked towards him, eyes fixed on him the whole time, and put her hand on his hard muscular chest.
"I saw you talking to that black woman today at the gym," Michelle said as she pressed her knee into Brian's crotch, ever so gently, smiling as she felt him growing harder and longer and stronger.
A lusty smile danced on her lips. This is what she'd been waiting for, planning for, angling for just the right moment to make her move. And here it was. There was no way that Brian would risk losing her as a client. She would find a way to make him submit to her. Even if he didn't find her as attractive as some of the younger women at the gym, she was determined to have her way with him. She would lick, suck, and fuck the hell out of every pore of his rock hard body. Out of all the hot men at the gym—and at Equinox, hot men seemed to be a dime a dozen—he still managed to stand out. Once they started hooking up regularly, she would be sure to get plenty of pictures of them together—in bed cuddling, kissing, lovemaking. She planned on keeping those pictures in a safe place.
Brian furrowed his brow and narrowed his eyes. His face darkened. Who the hell was this woman? Why did she think she could show up to his apartment unannounced and uninvited? He was neither her boyfriend nor her lover, not in the past nor the present. He desperately wanted to be a nice guy, and a respectful gentleman, but he realized that Michelle wasn't the type of woman who would respond to a subtle rejection or slight brush-off.
No, that would definitely not be enough for her. Once she fixed her mind on something, she went after it with the energy and persistence of a pit bull. He'd seen her do that plenty of times in the gym. Her thin frame, light brown hair, and green eyes belied her wild, stubborn spirit.
Brian put both his hands on her shoulders and stared into her eyes. He tried to look as compassionate as possible.
"I'm sorry, Michelle," he said. "I really am. But I don't think that—"
Michelle pressed a finger to his lips.
"Don't say a word, baby," she said. "I think I know just what you need."
She let her hand slide down his chest, reached under his untucked button-down shirt and rubbed his hard abs, licking her lips, gazing into his eyes, and beginning to get wet. She placed her hand on top of the hard bulge in his pants and squeezed.
Brian closed his eyes and moaned. He knew that he was in trouble now. He knew that you would regret this whether it was the next day, the next week, or maybe right after he orgasmed. He would definitely regret it.
Michelle got down on her knees and began tearing at Brian's belt buckle.
"Fuck," Brian said as he felt her warm hand reaching into his boxers and pulling out his stiff member.
*****
When Michelle finally left Brian's apartment several hours later, he lay on the bed, sweaty, panting, and completely exhausted. It had been a long time since he'd gotten such a good workout in the bedroom. She was a hot-blooded cougar who knew how to get what she wanted.
Brian stared up at the ceiling. He couldn't help wondering about the trouble that he just got himself into. This wasn't the kind of woman who was just going to back off, wait for him to call, and make the next move. There was little chance of that. That lusty bitch, no matter how much she had to do, how much effort she had to put in, she would be sure to stay on his tail. She'd already been divorced twice, according to the sob story that she told Brian one day at the gym.
Once again his high sex drive had landed him in trouble.
It was crazy. He certainly wasn't looking forward to going to the gym tomorrow. Michelle would definitely be there, wearing her spandex pants and push-up sports bra, batting her lashes, eying him possessively. It would be obvious to everyone in the gym—especially the trainers and the guys and gals who were there every day—that she'd finally gotten her hands on his big, long cock. And now he would have to live with the consequences.
It's just a woman, he tried to tell himself. I should be able to handle this. It wasn't the first time that he'd found himself in such a tricky situation. Yet something told him that getting out of this jam was going to be a little bit harder than usual. Then a thought crossed his mind that made him smile. Suddenly, he felt a rejuvenating energy surging through his body.
He remembered that the next night was his date with the curvy, sophisticated, African-American woman at his gym. He began imagining what a sexual encounter with her would be like. But it was hard for him to imagine just what it would be like with Charmaine, yeah that was her name, Charmaine.
He smiled and licked his lips. There was something so sultry, so poetic about that name. He looked forward to learning about her, her family, where she was from, where she was going.
For the last several months, he'd had his eye on her in the gym, watching the subtle sway of her hips, watching her arms pumping up and down, the sweat dripping from her forehand to her neck, down to her breasts as she ran on the treadmill. He'd wanted to become her private trainer, so they would get the chance to work together one-on-one. But every time he tried to approach her he'd hesitated. He'd never made a move on an African-American woman before and he wasn't quite sure how to approach them. He wasn't sure whether they were into white guys, or whether he was the right type of white guy.
It was so strange. Brian, the ex-football player, tall blonde hunk with blue eyes and a big cock who was always laying down some serious pipe, was never nervous around women. He never struggled for the right words or gestures to hold a woman's attention, and then lure her in with his smooth words and his masculine, baritone voice. Women were rarely ever able to resist his charms.
Almost all of his sexual conquests, except a couple of really hot Asian girls, had been with white women. That was his comfort zone and he was worried that his seductive skills might not be as effective with black women.
Something about that mahogany-skinned beauty, threw him off balance, confused him, and left him a bit unsure of himself. But that only made her more intriguing in his mind. That only made him hungrier for her, hungry to taste, suck, nibble, lick every inch of her succulent body. He would worship every single inch of her. She would be his chocolate goddess and he would worship at the altar of her love.
Brian reached down and grabbed his cock. It was hard again. It looked so big and long. He closed his eyes and leaned back on the pillow and began stroking himself as the image of Charmaine sauntering into his bedroom wearing a deliciously sexy piece of lingerie fired his imagination and his loins. He could feel the cum rising in his cock. It wouldn’t be long now, and when he finally did come, it was sure to be a huge load.
*****
The next day at work Charmaine found it difficult to get anything done. She kept looking at the clock, checking her phone, nervous that Brian might have to cancel the date for some reason. She couldn't remember the last time that she'd been so excited about a date. Lately, She'd found dating and meeting interesting guys to be a real struggle. Actually, dating was always difficult for black women in New York City. That was one of the few drawbacks of living in the Big Apple.
She'd dreamed of moving he
re after graduating from Clark Atlanta University with a bachelors in accounting. Atlanta had begun to feel small to her after living there for seven years. It seemed like everywhere she went, she knew somebody. That might have been great at first but over time, it had begun to wear on her. She wanted out. She needed a change—a new challenge, new city, new people, sounds, sights, smells.
More than anything, though, more than just a change of environment, what she needed, truly needed, deep down in her soul was love. That was something that had eluded her so far. As her thirtieth birthday drew closer she was beginning to worry that she would never find someone. She didn’t want to be another statistic; a single, African-American woman who never had been married and was now left to enjoy the fruits of her success all alone.
The next day Brian sent a car to pick up Charmaine and drive her to a steak house on the West Side. As Brian pulled open the door to the black car, Charmaine smiled and looked him up and down, clearly satisfied. Brian extended his hand and helped her out of the car.
Across the street, hiding behind tinted windows, her eyes shooting daggers, Michelle burned with jealousy and hatred. Who was that bitch? And why the hell did she have her hands on Brian, her Brian? The man whose big dick she wanted to feel thrusting into her, whose strong hands she wanted to feel grasping her ass, pumping her and pumping her, making her scream out, legs quivering, body trembling, as the cum oozed out her pussy, and dripped down her thighs.
There was no way that she would allow the black bitch to take him from her. That would be unthinkable.
"Ms. Meyers I have to move the car now," the driver said