“Are you ready, Jaylin?”
“Yessss,” he barely uttered. His body jolted and his hot lava poured over my hand as it oozed out. Allowing him a few seconds to re-energize, I got off the bed and made my way over to the dresser. I retrieved a condom and used my mouth to roll it down his dick. I straddled his lap, then bent down to whisper in his ear.
“You have to make this good to me, Jaylin.”
He reached for the back of my hair and pulled it back so he could see my face. “One less worry . . . I will.”
After much teasing, Jaylin was in a rush to get inside of me. He eased in, causing me to wheeze right away. My pussy was too tight for him, but it was sopping wet, so that helped. It was one very Sticky Situation. I let go of my tight grasp on him, attempting to make the pain a little easier.
“I don’t do this often,” I admitted. “I have to get used to something this big, so bear with me.”
“I understand,” Jaylin said, waiting for me to move.
My pace started off gradual, then with the help of his timed movements, it increased. Jaylin put his hands on my hips, starting to plunge faster into me.
“Cette bite es bonne,” I spat, knowing that he had no idea what I’d said.
“Yeah, whatever, baby. Just . . . just keep working that pussy.”
I leaned forward, pressing my dime sized nipples against his lips.
“Bite it a little. That’s what I said.”
He honored my request and took soft bites at my nipples. He laced them with saliva and plucked them too. I moaned repeatedly, while riding him like a slow moving mechanical bull. Jaylin’s hardness kept rubbing against my clit, and each time he grazed it, the tingling feeling inside of me took over.
“I’m cumming!” I shouted out loud and pulled on the sheets. My muscles clamped down on his dick hard and I was breathless. Tears rushed to my eyes. “Thank you, Jaylin. You don’t know how much this means to me.”
He looked stunned by my actions. “I . . . is something wrong?”
“Nothing is wrong. Everything is excellent. I just don’t get this kind of treatment everyday and I’m grateful for your efforts. Now it’s your turn.”
“You should demand this kind of treatment; after all, you’re damn sure worth it. Now it’s my turn for what?” he skeptically asked, but played with my nipples that were at his face.
“Time for you to have your way with me. Where do you want me?” I asked.
He smiled with glee in his eyes. “I want you bending over that chair.”
No questions asked, I bent over the chair and spread my legs far apart. Jaylin stood behind me, but just for the hell of it, I reached down and grabbed my ankles. He went in with force, fucking me from many different angles. My legs were wobbly, but he kept his arm around my waist to keep me in position.
“Oh, yeah, Jay. That feels soooo good.”
This time, he moved faster and was hitting his mark hard. I threw my pussy back to him and the rhythm we had was perfect.
“Smack my ass!” I yelled. “Jay, smack my ass hard!”
He smacked my ass hard, and then massaged a good chunk of it with his hot hand. I knew my ass had turned red and the scorpion tattooed on my backside was probably doing the Stanky Leg. I looked back to see Jaylin, but his eyes were shut. I closed mine too, and started to speak another language. “Cette bite est bonne. Votre femme a de la chance. Oh hell yeah, baby, fuck me harder!”
Jaylin hit against me so hard that it sounded like we were clapping.
“I’m cumming!” I announced again.
He pulled out of me, watching my creamy juices roll down my thighs. I needed a second to drink some wine, regroup . . . something, but Jaylin turned me around to face him. He picked me up and wrapped my long legs around his waist. He entered me, and wasted no time catching his rhythm.
I was on a serious high, and my eyes rolled so far back in my head, hiding my pupils. My coochie muscles were moving one by one, up and down on his shaft. He grabbed my ass, vigorously moving me towards his thrusts. I had to do something about this to help calm down the intenseness. With my arms on his shoulders, I leaned forward to nibble his ears. “Jaylin, Jaylin, Jaylin. How could you do me like this?” was all I could say.
He walked us over to the bed, carefully laying me down. While still in between my legs, he massaged my breasts together. He sucked my nipples, and his magic stick brought back the action again. Our tongues did a little dance, and even I couldn’t believe just how incredible this was. Yes, I was on the verge of coming again. My toes curled and I reached for the sheets.
“Oooooh shit!” I screamed. “Why in the hell have you been so good to me?”
“Cause I like being Naughty,” he said, kissing my cheek.
For a while, we laid there in silence. I swerved my fingers down his chest and turned sideways to look at him. “Well, Jaylin, you gave me everything I wanted and needed. Thank you very much and I couldn’t have asked for more.”
He kissed my forehead. “Same here.”
I stood and turned around when I heard him laughing.
“What’s so funny?” I asked.
He got up and wrapped his arms around me from behind. His chin dropped to my shoulder and he whispered in my ear. “You have a big ole red handprint on your ass.” He had the nerve to smack it again.
“No problem. I guess you had to leave your mark, right?”
“I guess so. But where can I go clean up at? I guess you know I’m already late for my three o’clock meeting.”
“You can freshen up in the bathroom down the hall. If I'm not out when you’re done, you can let yourself out.”
I made my way to one bathroom, while Jaylin went into another. As I washed my body, all I could think about was what had happened. That was some of the best dick I’d had, and unfortunately for me, by the time I came out of the bathroom, Jaylin was gone. I put on my clothes and hurried to my appointment that I had scheduled with my husband.
When I arrived at my husband’s office, he was the only one there. He was considered one of the wealthiest men in Miami, but his sex wasn’t worth a damn. What attracted me to him was the fact that money seeped from his pores. Even today, he wore a pinstriped Armani suit, diamond cuff links, and a monogrammed shirt. Black Gators were on his feet and he would never leave home without them.
Since his clients hadn’t arrived yet, I went to the restroom. And by the time I made it back, two of his clients had arrived. I peeked in the door, getting the shock of my life. My heart raced and I couldn’t believe my eyes. They had to be playing tricks on me. There stood Jaylin and another man, shaking my husband’s hand. Seemed like I’d gotten myself into another Sticky Situation, but this one may not be as much fun as the one from earlier today.
Instead of entering the room, I stayed outside of the door to listen. “Fellas,” my husband said. “I asked my C.O.O. to attend this meeting also, but she went to the restroom. Can we wait about five more minutes?”
“Sure, no problem,” the other man responded.
“Can I get either of you anything while we wait?”
“No thank you,” Jaylin said.
They took their seats and I was in a panic about what to do. Wasn’t sure if Jaylin would say anything or not, but he didn’t seem like the type who would put me on blast. Still, I waited for a few more minutes, listening to them talk about sports, cars, stocks and money. I knew my husband would come looking for me soon, so it was now or never. I took a deep breath, and finally made my way into the boardroom. With my red pants suit on, and Gator sandals, I was nervous as hell. My hair was in a neat bun, so I couldn’t fidget with it. With all three men’s eyes on me, I walked up to William, kissing him on the lips. He held my waist then pulled back a chair for me.
“Have a seat,” he said. “Fellas, this is my C.O.O., and also my wife, Krisha Robinson. Babe, this is Shane Alexander and Jaylin Rogers.”
“Hello, Gentleman,” I said, shaking Shane’s hand first, then Jaylin’s. I felt
his finger make a circle in my palm. I smiled, pulling my hand back and returning to the seat next to my husband.
“Well, Fellas,” I said, opening the folder in front of me. “I have a hair appointment later today, so let’s get to work.” My husband and Shane dropped their heads to look at their folders. My eyes stayed glued with Jaylin’s and when he winked, I winked back. All I couldn’t think about was that good dick that he had just plunged into me, and I’m sure that the only thing on his mind right now was my pussy. I just hoped that he wouldn’t thank my husband for it later.
The End
Book Club Meeting
Krisha’s story turned the tables a little bit, because not only were we discussing a cheating man, but also a cheating woman. Many married women weren’t willing to admit that they had skeletons and Krisha was very brave for coming forward.
“I just needed some serious satisfaction,” she said. “My husband is a wonderful man, but he doesn’t take the time to please me like I need to be pleased. Sometimes, I feel so deprived and when I try to discuss how I feel, it goes in one ear and out the other. He may try something different for a week or two, then we go back to our boring sex life that I’m in no way happy with. I don’t want to divorce him, simply because I do love him. A part of me feels guilty for what I did with Jaylin, then again, how can I feel guilty about satisfying myself?”
Several ladies expressed their issues with the exact same thing, and they, too, had cheated on their husbands. Some felt guilty, many didn’t.
“These men should learn how to step up to the plate. I don’t blame Krisha and she did what she had to do! I mean, men do it all the time, and let a woman fall short in the bedroom and see what he does. I was married for twenty-four years, and the last time I had some good dick was in 1985. One day I woke up and said enough is enough! I got myself a vibrator and we now live happily ever after,” one woman admitted.
Everyone laughed and another woman asked Krisha if the scorpion had had any action since Jaylin.
“Not really, but I do have his cell phone number to call him. Being a business partner has great benefits and when I’m in the mood to go at it again, he is just a phone call away. Thing is, he put it on me! I’m good right now, but I won’t be for long.”
I had rarely known Jaylin to go back for seconds so I had to ask Krisha a question. “Say, Krisha. Do you have it like that where you can pick up the phone and he will come right over?”
“I believe so, Brenda, and he whispered to me that it would be our little secret.”
“Yeah, he’s good at wanting you to keep his secrets,” a woman name La Shaun said out loudly. “But if my pussy could talk, she would tell it all!”
Oh boy, I thought. Not another one. This time she wasn’t the one who was willing to do the talking, her vagina was.
If My Pussy Could Talk
Tamika Smith
Legs wide, lips spread, waiting for Mr. Jaylin Rogers to taste me. As I lay back, I imagined what my pussy would say if she could speak? “Jaylin ‘Bad Boy’ Rogers come and get me!” is what she would yell.
Thinking back to the first day we met, I was as impatient then as I was now. I was just getting off of work. The elevator was full, so I backed up and waited for the next one. It was always like this on Fridays; Men rushing downstairs to the bar for happy hour, and women rushing out to their hair appointments, or doing some last minute shopping for the weekend. I considered myself to be a patient woman. I rush for no one or nothing, and my take on it was, it will be there when I get there. If not, it wasn’t meant for me. “If you’re patient enough, something better will come along,” Big Mama used to say. So, I stood, waiting for the next elevator, thinking of her words.
Exiting one of the conference rooms was my boss, Mr. Bourke, and his stockbroker. They walked towards me, waiting for the elevator as well. They seemed to be in a deep conversation, allowing me a little time to glance over Mr. Stockbroker. From head to toe, this man was breathtaking. From the jet-black curls on his head, to the silver, gray eyes that you could lose your soul looking into, he was fabulous. He had the skin complexion of honey. As I looked at his wide shoulders, I knew he was a man of fitness. The way he was wearing a black Armani suit, I could tell it was tailored specifically for his body. I appreciated how the green shirt and tie brought out the fun and adventure to his suit. He was like a god and I couldn’t stop staring.
The elevator doors opened, and I was the first to step in. Mr. Bourke and his stockbroker followed, and the elevator quickly lit up with panty-dropping cologne. There wasn’t a chance in hell Mr. Bourke was wearing it, and that addictive smell belonged to Mr. Sexy alone. As I stood in front of the two men, I could see them watching me from the corner of my eye. Almost immediately, Mr. Bourke spoke up, “Ms. Smith, how are you this evening?”
“Fine, Sir, and you?” I replied.
“I’m great, now that my stocks are doing well.” He turned to his stock broker to introduce him. “This is my good friend and stockbroker, Jaylin Rogers.”
Damn, I thought. What a sexy name for a fine-ass man. I extended my hand to shake his.
“Jaylin,” Mr. Bourke continued. “This is our new realtor onboard here at Bourke’s Real Estate, La Shaun Smith.”
I shook Jaylin’s hand, looking into his soul-stealing gray eyes. “Hello, Mr. Rogers, nice to meet you.”
“The pleasure is all mine,” he said in a deep and very masculine voice. Just hearing his voice made me trickle in my panties and I hadn’t even released his hand yet. Finally, I did.
“Ms. Smith, would you be interested in speaking to someone about your investments?” Jaylin asked.
“I’m not sure, Mr. Rogers,” I replied. Maybe not investments, but I surely had something else better in mind.
He reached into his pocket and I couldn’t help but notice the diamond-filled Rolex on his wrist. “Please call me Jaylin and leave the ‘Sir’ for Mr. Bourke.” He patted the old man on the back and they both laughed.
“If you change your mind,” he said, handing the card to me. “Or if you need assistance with anything else, here’s my card. Feel free to call me.”
I took his card, and he gave my hand a swiping touch. A dimple formed on his cheek and something about the whole exchange got me pretty hyped. The elevator doors opened and when the air hit me, it was like a slap on the face, telling me to snap out of it. I had to get out of there, because my body was doing things that it hadn’t done in quite some time.
“Gentlemen, have a nice weekend,” I rushed to say. Not waiting for a response, I walked away with a throbbing pussy. Just when I thought I was coming down from my high, I heard someone call my name. I turned, and only a few feet away stood Jaylin. For a second, I just had to stare and check out his swag. The way he walked . . . he strutted as if he owned the earth. Hell, the universe for that matter and he was so damn sexy. I swear, the closer he got to me, the wetter my panties got. By the time he reached me, I could feel the built up excitement running down my legs.
“Yes,” I said, playing down my attraction to him. “Can I help you with something?”
He licked his lips and ran his fingers over his trimmed goatee. “I was wondering if you didn’t have any plans for this evening, if I could take you to dinner?”
I was overly thrilled about his invitation, but I looked at my watch and smiled. “I have only known you for what five, maybe ten minutes and you’re asking me to go on a date?”
He shrugged. “And? Yes, La Shaun, I’m asking you to go on a date. Correct me if I’m wrong, but I’m feeling a little something between us and I would love to see what it leads to.”
He was so close to me that the fragrance of his cologne played with my nostrils. “You’re right, Jaylin, and I’m feeling something, too. I would love to share an evening with you and I’m so glad you asked.”
Jaylin followed me to the parking lot and I unlocked the door to my black Audi A8. Dressed in a loose miniskirt, I bent over to grab one of my business cards. Th
e further I reached, the higher my skirt rose. I figured Jaylin’s eyes were on me, so I wiggled my ass just a little bit more. Once I figured he’d seen enough, I stood and pressed my hands over my ass to fix my skirt.
“Red is one of my favorite colors,” he said. I blushed because I knew he was talking about my red g-string.
“I’ll have to remember that.” I placed the card in his hand. “I guess I will see you around eight?”
He put the card in his pocket. “Sounds like a plan.”
Jaylin moseyed away and I already knew tonight was going to be one hell of a night. I drove home with a serious smile on my face and when I got home, I couldn’t stop thinking about what the night had in store for me. Going into my bedroom, I turned on my iPod and let Adina Howard play. I stepped out of my Dereon suit, swaying my hips to the beat of “Nasty Grind.” I was wondering if Mr. Rogers was a freak. Would he like to watch me play with my pussy or would his eyes watch as I gave him head? Oh, yes, I would love to show him my nasty grind, I thought. I couldn’t believe I was thinking about this man to this extent, especially since I didn’t even know him.
“Sex Me” by R. Kelly was blasting loud through the speakers and I went into the bathroom. It was like the music was reading my mind. I stepped into the shower, playing with my nipples while the warm water sprayed on them. All I could think of was Jaylin’s tongue teasing my hotspots. My hands eased between my legs, searching for my swollen clit. I closed my eyes, thinking of him and all that he could possibly do for me. Oooooo, yes, Daddy, right there. The rotations of my fingers felt so good, and it was only a matter of time before I was about to cum. Yes, Daddy, harder . . . harder! Ring! Ring! Ring! My eyes shot open and I was so disappointed that the phone had brought me back to reality. I realized that it wasn’t Jaylin turning his thick fingers inside of me, but it was me, giving my own self much pleasure.
Shit! I thought, covering myself with a towel and stepping out of the shower. A sister needs some dick bad. I snatched up the phone, upset at the person who continued to call.
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