“Yes, finger fuck me…I want you to feel it around your fingers. I want you to feel it and imagine what it’s going to be like when you sink your cock deep inside me.” I screamed and in this wide open space, the echo was like I was at the Grand Canyon. He didn’t stop moving those fingers or turning them in such a way that he was actually touching on my g spot. This only enhanced it and made it almost impossible for me to sit still, even if he was pinning me down.
“I’ve never seen a more beautiful sight than a woman cumming from my fingers. I think we need to get rid of the shorts once and for all.” It appeared that we weren’t going to make it back to either of our places. We were too hot for each other and this was going to culminate right here and right now. I would be interesting in the morning when I looked back at what we had done. I would never be able to stand in this ring and not relive that moment over and over again.
The contrast in our skin colors was something that I was slowly getting used to. He released his grip on my wrist and I lie there looking into his eyes, as he lifted my legs and extracted the one obstacle in his way. I wasn’t wearing panties and he could see the bright pink spread out before him and ready to deliver him to a sort of pleasure that he probably never had with any other girl. With my arms free, I easily caught him off balance and turned him, so that he was flat on his back.
With my knees on either side of him, I reached down and did the exact same thing to him that he had done to me. I lifted his legs and made sure that his shorts came down over his knees and down past his ankles. I tossed them to the side and then kissed his belly button, dipping my tongue inside, before following that up with a much needed kiss on the top of his cock. I found a sort of wetness on the tip and I easily and happily devoured it with the tip of my tongue licking and going for more.
With both of us naked, we grappled to see who was going to come out on top. I surprised him with a move that I had learned from Miguel. I had him on his stomach with his arm behind his back and my tongue now playing lightly over the back of his neck. I pulled on his earlobe with my teeth, making him groan and thrust despite himself into the mat for some kind of relief. Once again, I turned him and before he had a chance to realize what was going on, I slid down his shaft. My lips parted and the oily residue inside was more than enough to allow him access to the goods.
I placed my hands on his chest, tweaking his nipples and making him moan despite the fact that he was trying to be a man. He was extra sensitive in that area and all I had to do was graze over them to feel his cock begin to flex with a life of its own
“You need to stop that, or we’re never going to finish your training.” The only training that I was interested in was how fast he was going to be able to get me off. My beautiful naked black body was on top of him and his white pale skin had only fueled me to put on a show that was worthy of the price of admission.
“I don’t think you have to worry about that anymore, Griffin. I know exactly what I want and it’s right here between my legs. I think we both knew that eventually this would happen. Maybe you did, but I was on the fence, or at least I thought I was.” I rode him for awhile, but that did not satisfy him and he somehow turned me, so that I was on my hands and knees taking it from behind. He slapped my ass and made me wince in pain, but it was nothing compared to the pleasure that was currently taking me by surprise.
“Naomi, you are not at all like the other women that I have seen in the past. You have this fight and fire in you that cannot be contained. I love that you give back, as good as you get.” I proved that by slamming my hips back up against him, making his balls slap against my clit. It wasn’t enough to stimulate it, but it did give me a moment of pause. This in turn must have gotten his attention, because he was now reaching around to find that special spot.
“Brandon, you can do better than that and I know that you’re just holding back. You don’t have to for me. Stop playing with kid gloves and let’s do this like the pure animalistic animals that we are. Let nature take its course and grab us and make us into the primal beings that we were destined to be. We don’t have to play by anybody’s rules, but our own.” This seemed to push him to be more in control.
He grabbed my hands and he was now holding them with my back and neck arched, while he pierced me with strike after strike. “That’s more like it, Griffin. Give me the man and the beast that I feel inside of you. Give me that cock and make me want it again.”
“If that is what you really want, Naomi, then that is what you’ll get. Just don’t say that I didn’t warn you.” At that point, he was fucking me, so hard that I thought that it was going to come out of my mouth. I let him consume me, until there was this moment of clarity that came from the orgasm that was slowly, but surely sneaking up on me. It was, as if he knew exactly how to respond to what my body was going through.
“I hope that you are ready for this, Griffin…Griffin…GRIFFINNNNNN.” My insides went crazy and that in turn made my body turn into this electric wire that was now frying him from the inside out. It made his seed boil and pop its top, letting me deliver him to the haven of his own climax. We rode that all the way to the end and even after we had finished, he still gave me errant strikes of his hips to keep me awake and alert.
We lie there in each other’s arms, knowing that we probably shouldn’t have done this, especially so close to the fight that he had arranged for me. It was something to do this under the cover of darkness, but now the light of day was finally shining in my eyes.
“You’re not only a strong confident black woman, but you have a real chance at making a name for yourself. I’ve seen you in action and Miguel has helped you polish that raw talent into something of a fighting style that is a combination of several practices. I’ve done what I can and I don’t think that there is anything more than I can teach you, at least not in the ring. You’ll always have to better yourself, but I don’t think that’s going to be anything for you to worry about. You don’t seem like the kind of girl that would get complacent. You seem like you are ready to compete and continue training, even if you don’t need it.” I touched his face and could feel the heat and see the flush of his skin.
The fight in question was not an easy one and did not last 10 seconds or even ½ hour. We went toe to toe with each other and it was like we were almost mimicking each other’s moves. I felt that we were at a stalemate and there was only one thing that would break that stalemate. Somebody was going to have to either make a mistake, or turn things around in their favor.
“I know that you’re tired, Naomi, but you and I both know that you can do this. Take the training that you got from Miguel and come up with your own variation. She seems to know all the basic moves and it’s not going to be easy, but you need to surprise her.” I was thinking about the Kimora lock and how it was put on and for some reason I thought that I could switch gears and instead of going after the arm, I could go after the leg.
I came after her, but she got two good swift shots to the side of my head. One was with a roundhouse kick and the other one was with a swinging fist that caught me off guard. She followed it up with pummeling my stomach, hoping to get me into position for the guillotine. Unfortunately, I knew of that move and I was able to prevent it by pushing back on her shoulders.
“There’s nothing that you can do to beat me. I don’t even know why you try.” I watched for any weakness, an opening that I could use to try this move.
We were into the fifth round and over an hour had transpired. Everybody was on the edge of their seats and I could see the blinking eye of the camera that was now sending the signal out all over the world. This was no longer on the Internet. This was part of the mainstay of this industry.
On the sixth around, I saw something, but I wasn’t sure if it was anything that I could use or not. It seemed that she was favoring slightly the left leg.
I pretended to go after the right, but then I turned it and brought my ankle around and struck her in the meaty part of her thigh. This buckl
ed her down onto one knee and I was able to find myself in back, performing an ankle lock that turned into a sort of Kimura. My legs were around hers. I pulled back, extending the knee and making it, as painful as possible.
She did not tap out, but she did pass out after the pain had gotten too much for her to handle. This gave me the victory, but not in the way that I wanted. It was enough that my hand was raised and then I turned to see that Griffin was waiting for me with open arms.
I celebrated my victory in bed and when I woke up in the middle of the night, I turned to see that he was still there. I was afraid that he was a fleeting moment, but I didn’t have to be. I’d gotten everything I wanted and more and all I had to do was fight like my life depended on it. It was time to start my life anew and finding that apartment was now going to consist of Griffin joining me. Nothing would make me happier.
THE END
Knocked Up by a Billionaire
Nairobi grew up in South Africa and her mother had done her best to protect her. She had taught Nairobi how to speak English the best that she could and had taught her the ways of the West. She had begun explaining to Nairobi at a young age how important it was for her to find a husband in America. Nairobi’s mother had ensured that Nairobi would have the opportunity to be a mail order bride. She had done her best to make sure Nairobi looked beautiful in the photo that the men took of her and that was not hard to do.
Nairobi was naturally light skinned and had beautiful dark brown eyes. Her lips were plump and even though she was thin she still looked healthy with her round perky breasts and full hips. Her mother kept her hidden away as much as she could in a shack that was made out of mud. She knew that if the Guerillas saw her daughter they would take her away quickly. She had heard the stories of what happened to the girls that were taken by the Guerillas and she did everything that she could to protect her daughter.
Nairobi had grown up without a father and that had made it even harder for her mother. He had been killed when Nairobi was a young girl, but that only made her mother want to protect her even more. Each night before Nairobi went to bed her mother would tell her tales of the land she called America. Nairobi had met a few people from this country, those who had brought over food and medical supplies, mostly nurses or missionaries. They were very sweet and loving people and Nairobi dreamed of the world that they came from.
At the age of 18 Nairobi’s mother had taken her to become a mail order bride. It was the only way that she could think of to get Nairobi out of South Africa and into the United States. The men that owned the company told Nairobi and her mother that they would have no problem finding her a husband and they were correct.
Within a month of Nairobi turning 18 the men came to her mother’s house to pick Nairobi up and send her to her future husband. The men gave her mother more money than Nairobi had ever seen and she wondered how much the man had actually paid for her. She cried as she hugged her mother and told her goodbye and then she was loaded into a truck. They drove for what seemed like hours before they reached a small airport. Nairobi was shuffled onto a tiny plane and accompanied by one man.
The small plane took them to a much larger airport where Nairobi was escorted to a jet and told to board it. She was told that she would be met when she landed and taken to her future husband. Nairobi shook with fear the entire flight. She did not know how she was supposed to act when she saw this man for the first time. She was afraid that he would be mean to her or that he could possibly kill her.
She imagined the pain it would cause her mother if something happened to her. Nairobi closed her eyes and let out a deep breath, she tried to focus on the stories that her mother had told her as a child. Stories of houses with real floors that were not made out of dirt, houses that were made out of wood and that were heated and cooled. She had told Nairobi how the houses have windows that did not allow the bugs in and that she would not have to sleep under a mosquito net any more.
Then there were the stories of the stores. Nairobi’s mother had told her that there were stores that were taller than trees and that they were filled with beautiful things. Nairobi had no idea what was in store for her, but as she thought of her mother’s stories she began to relax.
The man that she was going to marry was named Mitch. He was a wealthy man that owned a chain of hotels in the wild western area of the United States. Mitch had been married before to his college sweetheart, but as it turned out she was not only in love with him, but she was also in love with the pool boy, the gardener and a few other men around town.
His ex-wife loved his money more than she loved him and that became very clear to Mitch in the later years of their marriage. Mitch was 47 and had been married for 5 years before he ever questioned his wife. The divorce had almost taken everything from him. His businesses did not matter, his money was just money to him, but it was the sadness that took over his life that almost destroyed him. Mitch had done everything that he could to take care of his wife. He had loved her with everything he had and treated her like his queen.
When he realized that she had never really loved him, he wanted to give up on life and came close to it. After a few years of therapy Mitch had begun dating again, but found that it was awkward and that he did not enjoy it at all. That was when he decided to look into getting a mail order bride. He wanted someone who would adore him, someone who would treat him just as well as he treated them not someone that he could boss around our miss treat, but someone that would respect him and respect the things he gave to them.
More than anything Mitch just did not want to be alone any more. He had decided that his best option was a mail order bride because it would be a win win situation. He wanted to have someone to come home to as sad as it was, he didn’t care who it was as long as he was not alone and he knew that the woman would benefit from the life he was able to give her.
He knew how his friends felt about what he was doing and he knew how his family felt as well. None of that mattered to him all that mattered was not being alone any longer. He tried to explain to them what it felt like to come home to a big empty house each day, what it was like to eat all of his meals alone and to only have himself to talk to. None of them seemed to understand. The ones that were married thought that Mitch had the perfect life, the ones that were single told him all the things that they would do if they were him.
Mitch felt as if he was completely alone in the world and there was no one out there that could understand. That was why he decided that he was going to order a bride and when he had seen Nairobi’s picture he knew that she was the one.
He knew that she was much younger than him, she had just turned 18 and he was going on 48 but that did not matter to him. She had not been ruined by other men. When Mitch had been dating he found that most of the women had in fact been ruined by other men. They hated all men for the way that they had been treated in the past and they were determined to make someone pay. Mitch knew that Nairobi was not going to be that way. She was still young and innocent, all she would know of men was what he would show her.
He had decided early on that he was going to pamper her and spoil her if for no other reason than to thank her for her company. She was, after all, giving up everything she had ever know so that she could come to live with him and be his wife. For that he was grateful.
Mitch had planned to take a few weeks off of work so that he could get to know Nairobi. He was not needed at work most of the time. He let all of his employees run the business and he only went into his office to have something to do. He had built the business from the bottom up. His father had been a successful businessman as well and had taught Mitch everything he knew.
When Mitch graduated college his father bought him his first hotel and that was the beginning of the rest of his life. Many people thought that Mitch was wealthy because he came from money, but what they did not know was that besides the first hotel he had earned everything he had ever had. When his father passed, he left all of his money to charities.
He had raised Mitch to understand how important it was for him to make his own way in life as a part of his self made cowboy mentality. He had taught Mitch that although it was great to help people get started that they should not be carried and they had to learn how to live with their own mistakes. Mitch had made plenty of mistakes along the way when he was building up his businesses, but his father had refused to bail him out of them.
At the time Mitch did not understand why his father would not help him. He wondered what he had done wrong to make his father turn his back on him, but in the long run he understood that his father was teaching him a lesson. It was important for Mitch to learn how to be responsible for his own decisions and his father knew that. Mitch’s father did not want his son to grow up as an entitled brat that had no responsibilities in life.
Mitch only wished that he had the chance to teach his own child the same lessons his father had taught him, but he knew that he was not likely to ever have children. The years of having kids had come and went while Mitch was trying to make his wife happy.
His ex never wanted children and had made it very clear to him. She did not want to wreck her body and spend all of her time raising his children as she put it. As Mitch drove to the airport, he hoped that he was not setting himself up for more heartache.
He had decided before he ever ordered Nairobi that he was not going to fall in love with her. He was going to make her an offer, as long as she was kind to him, listened to him talk and spent her time with him he was willing to give her anything that she wanted. He did not want to die alone and that was what it came down to.
It did not matter how many friends he had or how much extended family, he had, he knew that if he were to die he would be alone. No one would sit next to his hospital bed and mourn for him, no one would miss him when he was gone. Life would go on as if he had never existed and that thought hurt him more than anything his ex-wife had ever done to him.
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