by Cairo
“Damn, girl you look good,” he says, stepping back from me. “I missed the hell outta you.” He grabs his crotch area. “Look how hard you got my dick, baby.”
I reach for the lump that has formed down the inner part of his thigh and lightly squeeze. “Oooh,” I moan. “I can’t wait to feel this fat dick up in me. I hope you ate before you got here ’cause I’ma fuck the shit out you, and I don’t want you passing out on me.”
He laughs. “Baby, I got two weeks’ worth of nut for you. So we can fuck all night if you want. Just let me take a quick shower.”
I smile, taking him by the hand and leading him to the stairs. I walk in front of him, seductively swinging my hips as we climb the stairs. My ass cheeks peek out from under the edge of my robe, and he grabs for them, palming a handful of my ass with his big hand.
“Damn, I’ve missed all that fat ass. Looks like it’s gotten fatter since the last time I came through.”
I playfully smack his hand away, racing up the stairs. He laughs, following behind me. And as soon as we get into the bedroom, he pounces on me like a sex-starved lion ready to devour its prey. I fall back on the bed and he falls on top of me, kissing me with a passion I never knew he possessed. And this shocks and excites me.
His tongue dances alongside of mine. It is eager and demanding. His kiss is causing electrical waves to jolt through my body. He is sucking on my bottom lip. I am sucking on his top lip, then his bottom lip. My pussy aches for his deep strokes. My clit pulses for his touch. I know I will fuck him right now if he doesn’t get off of me and go take his shower.
“Hold up, baby,” I say, prying his lips from mine. “Slow down. I’m not going anywhere.”
He kisses me again. “I know. I’ve missed you.”
“I can tell,” I say, smiling. I lean back on my right forearm, then raise my legs—bending them at the knees—and open them wide, showing him my dripping snatch. “And look how much this pussy missed you.”
He leans in and kisses the slit of my pussy, then slides his tongue in and stirs my fire. I let out a soft moan. “Oh, yes…eat that pussy baby. Mmmph…” He flicks my clit, then mounts his mouth over it and sucks on it, causing it to swell. I fall back on the bed, rest my legs up over his shoulders, then press his head deep in between my thighs. I thrust my hips upward. Fuck his face. Grind my pussy onto his soft lips and thick tongue. “Oh, yes…Oh, yes…oh, yes,” I chant. An orgasm is crashing against my walls, shaking my uterus. He senses this, and sticks his thick middle finger, then his index finger, inside of me, massaging the roof of my pussy. I twist and moan.
“Yeah, you like that, don’t you, baby?”
I moan.
“Yeah, that’s right, wet these fingers.” His thumb flicks against my clit, teasing it, taunting it, causing my pussy to grab his fingers. “That’s right, squeeze them fingers, baby. Bust that nut for daddy.”
I am bucking, and moaning, and cumming, and screaming. “Aaah, aaah, aaah…oh, shit. Aaah, aaaah, aaaah…”
He removes his fingers and replaces them with his tongue, digging deep into my treasure chest. My body shakes. The room spins. And I am cumming all over again.
When I am done, Maurice continues licking up my juices. And when he finally comes up for air, his lips are coated with my cream. I reach for him, pull him into me and lick his lips, suck on them. Kissing him, and tasting the sweet-tanginess of my pussy on his lips and tongue throws me into the most powerful orgasm I’ve had in weeks. We share a long passionate kiss for a few more minutes while I cum before he pulls back from me. “I better go get in the shower before I end up saying fuck it.”
I smile, panting. “Yeah, you better, ’cause I don’t want to be sucking on your smelly balls.”
He plants another kiss on my lips, then gets up. I watch him make his way into the bathroom. The water turns on; then the shower head comes to life. Maurice leaves the door open. It’s his unspoken way of inviting me to join him. I smile, knowingly. Oh, what the hell? I get up and remove my robe, then saunter into the bathroom.
I step into the shower behind him. He turns around to face me, smiling. I take the soap from his hand, and lather him up. I massage his dick and hairy balls, rinse him off. He does the same for me, then directs me to sit on the edge of my shower ledge and wrap my legs up over his shoulders so that he can eat and finger my pussy again. I reach for the shower rack, and pull down a string of beads. Maurice takes them from me, licks my clit until I am moaning, then sticks the anal beads into my ass one bead at a time. And when I start to cum, he increases the licking, fingering and pulling the beads out one at a time, driving me wild. I return the favor. I get down on my knees, kiss the tip of his dick, flicking my hot tongue over it, licking up and down his shaft as if it were a chocolate lollipop, then wrapping my lips around the head and sucking him slow and deep until his dick throbs. He dips at the knees, pumps his hips and face-fucks me with slow, long purposeful strokes. And when his balls tighten and dick thickens, I replace my mouth with my hands, jerking him off until a load of thick, white cum erupts from the head of his dick, like hot lava.
By the time we get back into the bedroom, we are so heated and horny from our shower episode that we are all over each other like wild savages, pulling and grabbing at each other. I push him down on the bed, slip on a condom and climb up on his dick. I lean forward, place the palm of my hands flat against his chest, and start licking and sucking on his nipples while he grips my hips, and thrusts his pelvis up and down, stabbing his dick in me. Mmmm. The shit feels so damn good.
I take his fingers into my mouth and slowly suck on them. By the way, did you ever notice how sucking on a man’s fingers turns him on? Well, most men that is. Anyway, more women should try it. So, here’s my personal tip: When you gently suck on them, love them with your tongue, sliding your lips all the way down to their knuckles, then licking the spaces in between. Trust me. The warmth and wetness of your mouth and the softness of your lips will drive them bananas every time.
Well, that’s if you’re doing it right. ’Cause if you’re sucking on a man’s fingers like they’re a chicken bone, he’ll be turned the hell off, and you’ll probably get punched in the eye. Bottom line, some chicks damn sure don’t know jack about being sensual. They get to sucking on shit, their stomachs start growling and then they start biting down on the man like he’s their last damn meal. Go figure.
Finally I lean back, sit all the way down on Maurice’s dick, reach around and start rubbing and massaging his balls and bouncing up and down on him. I lock my pussy around his cock, then fuck him into a seizure. He jerks and shakes underneath me. And by the time I am finished with him, I have ole boy stuttering.
Thirty minutes later, we are fucking again. I love intercrossing my legs with Maurice’s, and fucking him scissors-style because I can cup and massage his balls while he’s deep in me. And he loves watching his slick dick glide in and out of my smoldering wetness. I snap this pussy around his dick and make him feel like he’s floating on warm clouds. His dick always feels so damn good inside of me!
“Oh, aaah, shit,” he moans. “Damn, this pussy’s good.”
“Look how wet you make my pussy,” I whisper, watching his dick slide in and out of me. “Mmmm. Oh, this dick is sooooo good.” I pull in my bottom lip, close my eyes, and arch my back, slamming my pussy on his dick. We are bucking and moaning and drenched in sweat. We interlock our hands, then grind deep into each other until he is ready to nut. He quickly pulls his dick out, and snatches off his condom. I place my hand between my legs and massage my clit as he towers over me and jerks his dick until he shoots his hot cum all over my stomach and chest. Maurice leans over, kisses me again, then collapses beside me. Three minutes later, he is snoring.
I get up and wipe his nut off of me, then decide to take a quick shower. I turn the water on, and step in. I toss my head back and allow the pulsing water to beat against my body. I close my eyes and find myself having another one of my fantasy moments.
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here’s an unknown naked man in my room. He’s dark chocolate, bald and delicious. His legs are gaped open and his dick and balls are freely hanging between his muscular legs. The sight of him makes my pussy twitch and I salivate as I get on my hands and knees and slowly start crawling towards him, licking my lips. My nameless guest looks down at his dick, then back up at me. He is smiling. He knows what I want. I instinctively know what he wants. And we are both eager to give it to the other. He leans all the way back in his seat, widens his legs as I approach, and waits.
When I finally reach him, I wrap my right hand around his cock and stroke it while I use my left hand to rub my clit. His dick thickens and I flick it with my tongue, then slowly wrap my lips around the head and swirl my tongue over it, cupping his big, smooth balls. The more of his dick I take it my mouth, the harder and longer it gets. I don’t bother measuring it with my ruler ’cause I already know from experience that it’s exactly ten inches. And I swallow down every inch of it until my lips are around the base. His toes open and close; his eyes roll in the back of his head; he bites on his bottom lip, then moans as I increase the intensity of my sucking and licking while gently juggling and massaging his balls. The fact that I don’t gag drives him wild, and he is pumping his hips, pushing his dick deep into my throat. And the minute I press my index finger onto his asshole, I can feel his heart beat in his dick and knows he’s ready to explode. And I let him. As his cream shoots down into my throat I slowly pull his dick out and suck ferociously on the head, making popping sounds. His leg shakes as he continues to shoot his man milk. It overflows from the corners of my mouth, then rolls down the shaft of his dick, and I greedily lick his creamy drippings up. When I am done cleaning his dick and balls with my tongue, he bends down and sucks on my lips, then shoves his tongue into my mouth, tasting his sweet, salty nut.
I grab the shower head, place it between my legs, and allow its warm stream to beat against my clit until I am having an orgasm. When I finish cumming, I finish my shower, then wrap myself in a towel. I walk into the bedroom, and notice Maurice has gotten underneath the blankets and has made himself comfortable. I glance at the clock. It’s 12:47 a.m. He looks so peaceful in his sleep.
I oil my body, then slip into the bed beside him, deciding to let him sleep. I set the alarm for four-thirty. This’ll give him enough time to get his self together before the sun comes up, I think, closing my eyes. I am feeling well-fucked and exhilarated. A smile forms across my face as thoughts of sweet dreams and a wet pussy invade my space.
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
I’m lying here in bed wondering where in the hell the time has gone. It dawns on me that Christmas is right around the corner. Can you believe that shit? It feels like I just blinked my eyes and now it’s November. Humph. Before you know it, the year will be over, it’ll be time for a new supply of dick, and time to sift through another year of new bullshit. Oh, joy! And I still haven’t made my appointment to rid myself of this unwanted pregnancy. To be honest with you, I don’t know what is keeping me from taking a coat hanger and scraping my insides up myself. I don’t think I’m having a change of heart or anything crazy like that. And I know it’s not something I can ignore and think it will miraculously disappear. I’m already six weeks so I don’t have a lot of time to play with.
Anyway, besides having this abortion, I’m already thinking about doing something different for the upcoming holiday season. I mean, it’s always nice to spend the holidays with family, but every damn year? I don’t think so! This year, I want to go away. Actually, I need to get away. It’s been a long time since I’ve been anywhere. And this year, I think I want to bring the New Year in somewhere else besides here. Somewhere exciting; somewhere exotic; somewhere captivating. I consider this, for a moment, then decide I need to also be someplace secluded, where I can kick back, and chill. Fuck and suck on some unknown dick. Yeah, that’ll take the edge off. Some good, thick, foreign dick is exactly what I need to ring in the New Year. The question is, where?
Maybe Hawaii, I think, imagining myself prancing around in a hula-skirt and bikini top, shaking and popping my hips on the beach, dropping down low and sucking down on some Polynesian cock. Or perhaps Tahiti or Bora Bora where I can hopefully fuck all night in a bungalow that overlooks soothing waters. Hmm…I wonder if Polynesian men are circumcised, or if they have a slab of skin flapping over the head of their dicks. I laugh to myself, shaking my head. “Girl, you a damn trip,” I say, giggling. “All you do is sit around thinking about dick.”
You got that right, baby, I answer in my head. Cock does the body damn good.
My home phone rings, disrupting my musings. I sit up in bed and lean over, glancing at the caller ID. It’s my mother.
“Hello, Mom,” I say.
“Bianca?” she asks, surprised to hear my voice. “Well, hello to you, too, young lady. Your father and I were wondering when we were going to hear from you.”
“I’m sorry. I’ve been meaning to call you,” I state apologetically. “I’ve been so caught up with work and whatnot.”
“Mmm-hmm,” she says, half-believing me. “Too busy to pick up the telephone to check in on your aging parents. You know—the parents who worked hard to provide you with a good, decent life; the ones who loved you and spoiled you rotten.”
I roll my eyes, wondering why she always feels the need to try to make me feel guilty when it never works. “Mom, you and Dad look wonderful to be retirees, and I’m sure the both of you have enough going on to keep you busy to not notice how long it’s been since we’ve spoken.”
“Oh, nonsense,” she snaps, chuckling. “Flattery will get you nowhere. You’re our baby and our only daughter, so naturally we are going to get worried when we don’t hear from you in over a month. A month, Bianca? My God!”
“Okay, okay. You made your point, Mom. I apologize.”
“Well, what has kept you so busy that you can’t find the time to pick up a phone to call us? I hope it’s a nice young man. It would be wonderful to see you married. And I would love to be around to see my only daughter give birth to her firstborn.”
Oh, Lord, I think, shaking my head. Here we go with this mess again. For some reason, my mother has been dropping hints about seeing me with a nice man, getting married and bearing children while she’s still alive.
“No,” I snap. “It’s not a man.”
“Well,” she huffs. “I wish it was a man, then I could understand your forgetfulness.”
“Mom, it’s not, so let’s please change the subject.”
“Well, are you at least dating?” she asks, ignoring my request.
“No, but I’m pregnant, and fucking everything moving,” I hear in my head. I shake the words out of my mind. “No,” I answer, getting up from the kitchen table, then climbing the stairs to my bedroom. “I’m not dating. I don’t have any interest in all that right now.”
I want to tell her I don’t like men. Think to tell her that I’m considering sucking clits and tits. Hell, I should tell her I’ve decided to have three kids by three different men. That will surely throw her into cardiac arrest. But she’s my mother, and I love her too much. So, I decide against it, knowing she’d kill me first before she passed out.
“Besides,” I continue, removing my bra and panties. “I don’t really have the patience for a man, nor do I want one.” I stare at myself in the mirror, admiring my beautiful nakedness. I run my hands along the front of my stomach, holding it in, then poking it out, trying to imagine myself with a pregnant belly. I frown at the image.
“You don’t want one?” she repeats, almost choking. “Please tell me, my dear child, what would you prefer over a man?”
His dick. “A slow, burning death,” I state.
“Bianca,” she gasps. “Are you losing your mind?”
“Only joking,” I say, laughing. “I mean about the slow burning death. But I am definitely serious about not having time for a man.” Only what hangs between his legs, I think, turning around and admiring m
y firm, plump ass.
“And why is that?”
I sigh. I swear I love my mom. We have a wonderful mother-daughter relationship. One in which we can laugh and share hurts and pains. We are very close, for the most part. Probably not as close as we should be, but close enough for me to know that I can go to her in time of need and she’ll always be there without question or reservation; that I can talk to her about anything without judgment, if I chose to. But when it comes to men and love and relationships, she and I will always be at odds.
Though she believes a woman should be financially able to take care of herself, something she instilled in me, she also believes a woman should have a man, a companion, someone to complete her. I, on the other hand, believe a woman doesn’t need a man to complete her. She should already be complete. A man should be there to complement her.
“Most of ’em come with too many issues for me.”
“Oh, please,” she says dismissively. “We all have issues. That doesn’t mean that there isn’t someone special out there for you. There are some really good men out there. You just have to open your heart and mind to them.”
Or in my case—my legs, I think, chuckling as I slip into a burgundy lace teddy.
“What’s so funny?” she asks.
“Oh, nothing,” I lie. “You never cease to amaze, Mom. And that’s why I love you so much. You will stop at nothing until you have me married off.”
“Well.” She giggles. “Sweetheart, I’m anxious to see you with a good man, someone who will make you as a happy as your father has made me.”
I smile. “Mom, what you and Daddy have most people only dream of. I don’t think I could ever be so lucky.”
“Sure you can. You have to believe. And pray on it.”