Tura loves her freedom and would lose it moving to California to live with her brother since he believes in the cultural customs of their parents’ country regarding women. Maybe she will check with Lena to see if she would like having a roommate after explaining to her what is going on with her family. But that conversation can wait until after the holidays. If Lena agrees with the arrangement, she won’t have to pay the high cost of staying in the dorm.
She pulls her black Mustang GTO into the parking lot of her favorite Chinese restaurant, “Asian Cuisine” noticing the crowded parking lot. Walking inside seeing the restaurant is packed, she finds a seat at the bar. She places her order and afterward heads to the buffet to fix her plates. Several minutes later with two plates full of her favorite dishes, she makes it back to her seat. Tura sits down noticing a very nice looking white dude seated next to her. As she’s about to put a fork full of food in her mouth, Tura feels eyes on her. She turns to see the same gorgeous white man staring at her with beautiful brown eyes. Thinking something is out of place, or she’s accidently dropped food on her outfit while filling her plates, she looks down at herself finding nothing. Turning her attention back at the mysterious stranger, Tura squints her eyes asking “Do you have an issue with me sitting here? Is there a problem dude?” she asks sarcastically.
Gerard is stuck on stupid unable to answer her questions; he’s so stunned by her beauty. Finding his tongue, he quickly confesses “I’m sorry I’m staring, but I’ve never seen a woman as beautiful as you in my presence. You’re perfect!” Tura looks at him crazy before turning her attention back to her as her stomach growls wanting to sustenance and she ignores his insane comment. After a couple of bites, she still feels his eyes on her, and she turns to find herself once again staring into the most hypnotic dark brown eyes Tura’s seen before. Tura also notices his sandy blond hair, his gorgeous facial features and the nicely trimmed goatee around his mouth.
They both gaze at each other forgetting their food until the bartender interrupts asking if they want to order something to drink breaking the spell cast over them. After placing their drink orders, each one clears their throat speaking at the same time “Tura Figest” “Gerry Conway.” They shake hands laughing nervously before continuing with their meal. A shot of electricity is felt by Tura and Gerry when their hands come in contact confusing them both.
Gerard wipes his mouth after chewing a few bites of rice and cashew chicken and once again turns to watch Tura. Wanting to gain her attention he says “I meant what I said. You are breathtaking. Your skin is flawless, so perfect. I’m taken in by your beauty. Would it be too presumptuous of me to ask for your number and maybe call you sometimes? You know, ask you out on a date and afterward, have crazy passionate sex until we knock ourselves out?”
Tura blinks her eyes several times, a bit shocked at his proposition but counters with “Why don’t we skip the date and just go right to having hot sex? I’m available as soon as I finish grubbing on my sweet and sour chicken and egg rolls.” Gerard takes her answer seriously and looks at his watch noticing the time is 3 pm. Pulling his cell phone from the inside pocket of his jacket, he calls the office informing the receptionist he wouldn’t be returning to work for the rest of the day. Next, he calls Patrick and hears “What’s up Gerry? Are you back from your lunch break already?” “No Patrick that’s why I’m calling. Something unexpected has come up I need to handle. I won’t be back to the office this afternoon.” “That’s fine Gerry. You didn’t leave for lunch until late, and whatever needs handling before the office closes for the day, I can take care of it, or you can deal with it tomorrow. I hope everything is all right.” “Oh, it will be once I get my hands on it” looking over at Tura smiling. “Things should be right as rain in a few hours.” “Okay, Gerry. We will see you in the morning.” “Thanks, Patrick and I hope you and your wife have a lovely evening,” he says before disconnecting the conversation.
Returning his phone inside his jacket pocket, he turns his attention back to Tura asking “Your place or mine, my ray of sunshine!” Tura feels the wetness from an unexpected climax fill her panties causing her to squirm in her seat. Surprising herself, she answers “Your place because I live in a dormitory at the college I attend.” “Okay let’s finish so I can feast between those firm thighs of yours!”
More of her hot juices soak her panties, and all thoughts of eating food are forgotten. Gerry must have had the same thought because he asks for both their checks and once he’s paid the bill, they walk out the door together to the parking lot where their vehicles are parked. It is the strangest coincidence they are side by side. Tura and Gerry look at each other concluding their chance encounter is meant to be.
Gerry growls “Follow me. I’m about a half hour away. If traffic isn't bad, we will make it to my house in twenty minutes” “You won’t be able to keep me off your tail” she says seductively. Before she could open her car door, Gerry is on her, pulling Tura against his body kissing her hard; sliding his tongue inside her mouth sucking greedily on her sweet lips.
Tura sees fireworks when their tongues touch, the chemistry between them combustible. Oblivious to anything around them, they stand in the busy parking lot fiercely making out. A car horn sounds off breaking the concentration of their energetic sexual bliss both noticing where they are standing. Gerry doesn’t let go of Tura. Instead, he states point blank “You’re riding with me. I’ll bring you back to your car later.” Still, mesmerized by his hypnotic charm, she agrees saying “Okay” never questioning she’s putting her trust and her life into the hands of a total stranger.
True to his word, they arrive at his townhouse located in a very upscale neighborhood in less than twenty minutes. Never letting go of Tura’s hand as she opens the passenger door to his Land Rover to exit, Gerry slides over the gear shift and out the same door still holding it tightly while his other hand squeezes her firm round behind. He leads her toward his front door, and once it is unlocked, they step inside. Gerry kicks the door closed with his foot while the security door shuts locking automatically.
Tura didn’t have time to check out his home since they were instantly tugging each other’s clothes off as he backs her against the wall in the hallway. Clothes discarded with both of them naked, Tura eyes widen seeing his long thick erection. The mushroom tip is very wide with his pink shaft having a slight curve. Gerry notices her staring, arousing him more, and his erection gets longer and thicker causing Tura to gasps in wonder as it thumps hard against the edge of his sexy washboard stomach.
All she can say is “DAMN!!!” as she lifts her head only to get stuck once again gazing into his darkened hypnotic eyes noticing they’re black as a moonless night, he’s so aroused. The only words he says to her is “Simply Beautiful” before lowering his head while grabbing a handful of her cantaloupe sized breasts sucking her dark nipple into his mouth.
Tura sucks in her breath as the erotic feel of his teeth scraping against her sensitive nubs causing warm cream to once again drip from her pulsing vagina. The scent of her orgasm flares Gerry's nostrils, and he growls loudly. His lips lets go of her breast, and he falls to his knees pressing his head between her legs with his tongue hanging out ready to taste her liquid honey.
Gerry props her right knee on his shoulder to give him better access to the buffet he’s been longing to taste and dives in. He digs his tongue deep into her weeping hole causing her body to shudder from the sudden invasion. She bites her bottom lip trying her best not to scream out her pleasure but her silence only makes him push his tongue deeper into her channel, and she yells “Gerreeeeee!! Aaaaaah!!! Ooooooh!! Gerreeeeee!!!!” She rotates her hips against his face as his tongue continuously strokes against her sweet spot. She keeps rocking her hips until lights flash before her hooded eyes. A massive orgasm like she’s ever experienced rushes through her and she squirts her release onto his parched tongue.
With her walls throbbing as more orgasms attack, Tura never realizes his head is no longer betw
een her legs but in front of her face, the lust for her burning in his fiery stare. He pushes his tongue inside her open mouth while simultaneously thrusting his cock deep inside her wetness, skin to skin action, both of them on a different plateau and forgets to use a condom.
She tastes her nectar on his lips sending more heat to her core. Tura wraps her legs tighter around him as he lifts her up and down on his hardness. His pipe is so long and thick; she feels it deep inside her female parts each stroke sending many waves of overwhelming sensations through her body. It’s too much to absorb, and she screams “Gerreeeeee!!! Aaaaaah!!!! Feeeeels soooo soooo aaaaaah!!! Gerreeeeeee so soooooo oooooooh!!!!” as stars and fireworks appear once again before her eyes with climax after climax seizing her very being.
Gerard mind is on overload. The feel of being inside Tura, fucking her senseless, is a fantasy come true. “Mine!!” he growls as he squeezes her butt cheeks while licking his tongue against the pulsing vein on her long neck. He sucks on it over and over until he marks her flawless brown skin while continuing to stroke his long pipe deeper and deeper inside her juiciness. He is unable to think as his thought process bounces all over the place. If you had told him when he woke up that morning he would be between the legs of the most beautiful woman to cross his path, stroking her into submission, he would have thought it was a fantasy. He’s fucking a beautiful stranger he met at a Chinese restaurant, and this is one dream he hopes to never wake up from. All thoughts of Lena are nonexistent, and not even a part of the equation as his muddled thinking process of their earlier conversation becomes mute in his mind.
Holding Tura against the wall is putting a strain on his arms. To fix the problem, he lifts her higher temporarily slipping out of her tightness and hears of moans of her displeasure. With a few quick steps, he lies on the sofa in his living room positioning Tura on top of him so she can ride his cock for a while. Tura is worn the fuck out still feeling the effects of so many intense sensations pummeling through her. She lies against Gerry’s chest trying to gather her bearings.
Gerry has different plans as she feels his hands grip her hips once again lifting her up and lowering her down on his stiff pole. Suddenly energized, Tura raises herself from his chest staring once again at his gorgeous face and wonders how she got so lucky when the start of her day was anything but. Looking into his seductive brown eyes, she begins rolling her hips, sliding up and down his hardness. It didn’t take long for the curve of his long thick cock to find her sweet spot again as it steadily strokes it sending paralyzing tremors through her body. She is so done and falls back against his muscular chest crying “No more, can’t take no more!”
Ignoring her cries, Gerry lifts her off him laying her down on her stomach. Standing on his knees and arranging Tura on hers until her sweet round ass is in the right position. He kisses both brown cheeks hearing her sigh before entering her from behind until his crotch is pressing against her ass as he buries himself deep inside her very wet and throbbing hole. Gerry strokes her hard, pulling out and driving his hardness back inside over and over as he feels his own climax on the threshold of releasing his unborn children deep between her vibrating walls.
Tura moans again “Ooooh, it’s too, just too much!!” Thinking she was done having no more to give, Gerry finds another sensitive spot he has yet to touch, and her body begins to shake as the most explosive orgasm she’s felt during their sexual encounter sends electrifying pulsating waves of blistering heat deep into her core slamming into her body like a runaway train. Tura has trouble catching her breath; her climax is so unbearable.
Gerry is chasing his own climax not realizing Tura is in distress. He feels her pussy clench his thick cock squeezing it so tightly and, it stops his quick thrusts in mid stroke leaving him buried between her juiced walls. The sensation of her walls pulsating against his bulging veins is his undoing and blows his whole load deep inside her. “Grrrrr, Aaaaah shit!!” he growls as the constant squeezing of her weeping pussy against his throbbing cock becomes painful and now he can’t breathe. He lays against her back praying she will release him soon unable to do or say anything. Several seconds later she sighs finally getting her breathing under control causing her to release the tight hold she has on his penis. Gerry sighs now able to breathe, and all he can say as he places kisses down the spine of her back is “Mine!!! Mine!!! Mine!!! All Fucking Mine!!!” That is the last words spoken as they both fall against the sofa hugged tightly to each other falling asleep.
CHAPTER 7
Lena hears her doorbell sound off and smiles to herself knowing Fahim has arrived. She’s looking forward to seeing him and nervous at the same time about the conversation that lies ahead. Not thinking to look out the peephole she opens the front door, and her mouth falls wide open not believing what she sees.
Wayne Naylor ‘aka’ Lil’ Wayne, her daughter’s father, is standing on her porch. She’s glad the locked security screen door is between them so he can’t get inside and to her. The look on his face spoke volumes. He’s mad and wants nothing more than to get his hands on her and not in a good way.
Lena gets her bearings and asks through the glass security door “What are you doing here Wayne? I thought you were in jail?” “Open this damn door Lena, and we can talk all about it!” he growls through his lackluster gold teeth. She remembers how pearly white his teeth were when they first met and answers “I’m no fool, Wayne. We’re history. You’re trespassing on my property, and this is my house!! You need to leave before I call the cops!!” Lena states scornfully “I’m sure the restraining order I filed against you is still in effect.” “Bitch, open the damn door” he yells while pulling and kicking at the door knob trying to force it off to get inside.
Lena is scared slamming the door shut and locking it. She runs down the hallway, grabbing the landline cordless phone to call 911. If Wayne gets inside, he is going to hurt her bad maybe taking her life and leaving their daughter motherless. As she gives the dispatcher her information, Lena realizes she no longer hears Wayne’s rude threats. It’s too quiet. Lena doesn’t hear Wayne cussing and yelling or him beating at the door. It leaves her wondering what he’s up too now.
Suddenly, Lena remembers she left the side door to her privacy fence open, and the security screen at the back door is unlocked. Laying the phone down with the dispatcher still asking questions, she runs into the kitchen towards the door pulling the screen door closed hearing it click shut and knows she is safe until the police arrive. She checks the patio door to make sure it’s locked, and the long block of wood is still secure against the bottom of the door. The only other way to get inside is through the garage, and it’s locked up tight. She still doesn’t hear him yelling and wonders where he is and what he’s up too. As Lena hurries to the front of her home, her cell phone rings. When she pulls it out of her back pocket she sees Fahim’s name on the scene.
Lena never gets the chance to say anything after answering “Hello.” The only words she hears were Fahim’s firm request “Open the door, Lena. I’m outside.” Wasting no time, she quickly walks toward her front door with the phone still against her ear, looks through the peephole to see Fahim with a smile on his lips that doesn’t reach his eyes. His look is deadly as he stands outside waiting for her to unlock the door. Lena opens the door and turns the knob to her security door letting him inside her home. As he’s walking across the threshold, she hears moaning like someone is in severe pain. Knowing she’s safe, her curiosity takes over, and she peeps out the door to see Wayne doubled over on his knees holding his throat and his crotch. She looks back at Fahim seeing him in an entirely different light and rushes into his arms, kissing him passionately.
Her response catches Fahim off guard but not for long. He kisses Lena back just as passionately and feels her body tremble against him. He doesn’t know if her reaction is from their heated lip lock or relief knowing she is safe and unharmed. Fahim didn’t have time to ponder the reason because their passionate embrace is interrupted by a knock at the
door. They look at one another tenderly before stepping away from each other. Lena clears her throat to get her bearing before walking back to the door to let the police inside. Her eyes once again grow wide as she sees not only a white male and black female police officers standing at her door but also what seems to be half of the Metro Police, Davidson and Williamson county sheriff departments dressed in riot gear positioned on her property and the street. From what she can see there are at least fifty additional officers of the law and their vehicles including a SWAT team surrounding her home.
The two cops walk inside, and the male officer asks “Ms. Campbell?” “Yes,” she answers back smugly not impressed by their overstated show of force. “I’m Officer Steve Pinson, and this is Officer Annie Needles. We are giving notification the suspect is in custody and no longer a threat to you and your family.” “Thank you, Officer Pinson. The last thing I expected to see when I opened my door this morning was Wayne standing on my porch. I thought he was locked in jail for ten years.”
Officer Pinson clears his throat seeming uncomfortable with the way the conversation is headed. He replies back “He is still a prisoner in the system ma’am. I take it you weren’t called about his escape a week ago from jail?” “No, I wasn’t notified any such information. You say he has been out of your custody for a week. How is that possible? My contact details did change after he was locked up but the district attorney’s office could have gotten in touch with me at my place of employment or even at the college I attend. It makes no sense why I had to find out he was no longer in your custody by seeing him standing on my doorstep.”
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