by Zane
I returned the favor as I worked my tongue up and down her engorged slit—occasionally darting it deep into her fiery vagina. Before I knew it, my dick was as hard as cast iron on a cold day.
“Umm, I love your hard dick,” she exclaimed in between sucks. “I knew that you could get it up again.”
I enjoyed her encouragement and offered my own brand of sex talk. “Yeah, keep on sucking it. Your mouth feels so good on my dick.”
“You’re going to make me cum by talking like that. Can you do that, baby? Make me cum?”
“If I do this, I’m sure you’ll cum.” I jabbed my tongue against her clit and she quivered.
“Oh, yeah. Keep doing that,” she called out.
I sucked on her clit and she pressed her thick thighs against my head, almost smothering me. Her body began to thrash about and she moaned loudly, signaling her orgasm. She collapsed on top of me and her body continued to convulse for several more moments.
Now it was my turn to take control and I rolled her over and got on top of her. I kissed her thick nipples, causing them to harden and rise prominently. As our lips met in a torrid kiss, my tongue was no match for her long tongue. I felt it go down my throat, creating a new sensation for me.
I grabbed my penis and stroked it across the silky hair of her mound and found her opening ready for my entry. Linda’s pussy was as hot as a boiling cauldron. I always savor the sensation of entering a hot and creamy pussy.
“Come on, don’t be afraid to ram it in,” she urged.
I took her encouragement to heart and began an urgent stroking that had the bed rocking. Pushing her legs up over her head, I pounded her insatiable punany. Her muscle control was amazing as it gripped my penis. She grabbed my ass and held on as I stoked the sexual fires.
“Work it, baby,” she cried out. “Deeper, deeper.”
“Can you handle it? You sure you want it?”
“Yessss,” she hissed. “Let me feel that hard, black dick.”
I stiffened my body and continued my assault on this fortysomething woman who was sexing me better than women half her age. They say that women reach their sexual peak in their forties, and Linda was living proof. Since I had cum twice that night, I had much more stamina this time around. I began a steady, slow grind that caused Linda’s body to undulate against mine.
I felt more sexually charged than ever, and it had to be because I had already made love to the daughter and now I was doing the same to the mother. I picked Linda up and stood with her bouncing up and down on my dick. Despite her thicker body, she was surprisingly lighter than I expected.
“That’s it, baby. Take me in your strong arms. I knew you were a stallion when you hugged me coming through the door last night. Work that dick.”
I heard the squishing of my dick pistoning into her vagina as she rocked her body up and down my ebony stalk. The sounds, the sights, the scents, and the sensations brought me to the brink of climax just as Linda reached hers. She convulsed repeatedly, then fell limp in my arms. I continued my thrusts until I surrendered to my own intense orgasm. I filled her with the remnants of my balls. She dropped to her knees to suck the remaining droplets from the tip of my penis.
I’d always remember my visit to Oakland. Both mother and daughter each visited me once more during my holiday visit. Luckily, neither ever realized what had transpired with the other. Nor did Erick. He had been right, the visit had cleared my mind of the breakup. I would welcome future visits home with Erick.
Riding the Friendly Skies
Lesley E. Hal
I stood before the mirror admiring myself. I loved the way my curves accentuated the Roberto Cavalli dress I wore. I teased my hair and the body curls fell just right. My makeup was flawless on my bronzed skin and I was glowing. I was always being mistaken for a younger Vanessa Williams, and tonight I would not disappoint.
I sat on my sofa, enjoying a glass of wine, waiting on the man I should’ve married years ago. Now here I was settling for a role I never thought I would play in a million years: his sideline ho, while another woman enjoyed the benefits of being Mrs. Tony Lambert.
I was too impatient, always shooting down his ideas. I told him countless times that his dreams of owning the first internet café wouldn’t pan out. Boy, was I wrong! Not only did his dreams pan out, that little dream exploded into chains of internet cafés across the globe! My mother didn’t raise me to take care of a man, so I was determined not to pour my youth into some man’s pipe dream. What she should’ve taught me was how to look for the potential in a man and to stand by his side while he achieved his dreams. She always said a man was supposed to take care of a woman, otherwise do it for herself, and that’s exactly what I did. Look where that got me!
I even told him not to waste money on buying stock in Google, but he went ahead with his gut and look at Google now! Had he listened to me, that gem would’ve slipped right through his hands. I’ve made one stupid mistake after another my entire life, and letting Tony Lambert, number seven on the Forbes list, go was my biggest.
I’d been wallowing in self-pity, agonizing over the decision I’d made. After his proposal, I had broken it off with him and had never looked back until now. I realized what a fool I’d been the day I heard he got married. I wasn’t the type to bust into a wedding and shout for him to marry me instead. That was so cliché and beneath me. I’d finally worked up the courage to call him after five years of absence. To my surprise he was happy to hear from me. And that’s all that mattered.
Just as I was about to take another sip of wine, the doorbell rang. I gave myself a once-over before sashaying to get the door.
“Bianca, you look…wow…gorgeous!” Tony was not only tongue-tied but also mesmerized. The electricity was still there between us after all this time. My thong instantly became moist.
I took in all of his sexiness. Six feet two inches of chocolate muscle stood before me. His deep dimples were begging me to poke a finger in one of them like I used to. I loved the way his hazel eyes undressed me from head to toe as he licked his luscious lips.
“Turn around,” he requested.
I did, and slowly, so he could see what he’d been missing. We embraced each other and our lips connected. It was everything that I’d remembered.
He moaned and placed a blindfold on me. “Hmmm.”
“You better hope this doesn’t mess up my makeup and lashes,” I threatened with no sincerity at all. Hell, for all I cared, he could’ve yanked the lashes out and smeared my makeup all over my damned face.
“That’s like trying to finish the Mona Lisa. Why mess with what’s already perfect?”
Tony took my purse and keys out of my hand before ushering me out the door, but not before caressing my ass.
“Tony!” I slapped his hand away. “Where are we going, anyway?” I laughed as Tony led me blindfolded to his limo.
“That’s for me to know and you to find out. But trust me, Bianca, you’re going to love every minute of what I have in store for you.”
Tony held me close and I was enjoying it.
Once he had me seated in the limo, I heard the cork pop off a bottle. Tony caressed my face and poured champagne. I felt a tickling sensation of the wet bubbles on my nose as Tony held the glass of bubbly in front of me.
“Um, that’s delicious…Veuve Clicquot?” I marveled as I took a sip of the chilled champagne.
“Yes, your favorite, but it’s not as delicious as I remember you to be.” Tony leaned in for a kiss and I obliged.
I smiled after our kiss. “Umm, you’re going to make us miss our plans if you keep this up.”
“They can’t start without us.” His hand brushed across my erect nipple. “Oh, yes, I can definitely wait. It’s been so long since I’ve held you. You don’t realize what it’s been like, wondering what you were doing and who you were doing it with.” Tony sighed as he pulled me into his arms.
I instantly felt even worse for the decision I’d made. But this was my chance to try
to make things right. “Umm, flattery will get you everything and then some.” I snuggled closer to him as we continued our ride to wherever.
The car stopped after what seemed like at least thirty minutes. The atmosphere was noisy and airy. It sounded like we were at an airport, but I couldn’t be sure. I didn’t hear any voices besides Tony’s, his driver’s. Then I heard two others distinctly, male and female. I was filled with nervous anxiety.
I wanted to take the blindfold off but Tony held me close. “Ah, Tony…baby…ah, what’s going on?”
“Relax, baby. Everything is going to be fine,” Tony coaxed me. All of a sudden I was being led up some stairs. I was certain it was a plane.
“Tony, I know we’re not boarding a plane?”
“Are you afraid of heights?”
“No, it’s just that I’m too swamped with business to be getting away right now.” I stopped and attempted to remove the blindfold.
“You know I love it when you’re feisty, woman. But if you must know—” Tony gently removed the blindfold. I looked around into the dark night. “If you must know, we are getting on my private jet. Have you ever heard of the mile-high club?” Tony smiled that seductive smile that made me cream.
“Yes, I have but—”
“But nothing. Listen, we’re going to see if riding the friendly skies is really all the buzz it’s hyped up to be.”
Tony gave me a delicious kiss that erased all the doubt I had about boarding the plane. As soon as I entered, I was flabbergasted. The inside was so cozy and breathtaking. It was decorated in tan, gold, and cream. There was a wet bar, a curved couch, two recliners, glass walls, a projection screen for movies, plush carpeting, and farther down, a glass door to a playa’s style bedroom fit for a king. I looked at Tony with my mouth hanging wide-open. I was speechless.
What were you thinking by not marrying this man, girl? I wondered again.
“Birthday gift to myself. A better gift would’ve been you accepting my proposal.” Tony’s eyes penetrated me, and a golf ball–size lump formed in my throat.
Once we finished eating dinner, it was showtime. Tony had thought of everything. He even had some naughty attire picked out for me. We lounged in a tub full of hot bubbles that smelled of vanilla and talked about what had been going on in our lives since we’d last seen each other.
“I’ll be in the room waiting. I’m sure you’ll find everything to your liking.” Tony kissed me as he disappeared into the bedroom. I couldn’t believe I was actually on a plane acting as if I were in a hotel!
Why in the hell did I let this one get away? I asked myself for the umpteenth time.
I dried off and rubbed on some of the vanilla-scented body butter. I felt silky smooth and delightful once I finished. I put on the naughty leather bustier French-maid uniform he bought, complete with stilettos and fishnet, thigh-high stockings.
“Start the music!” I yelled. R. Kelly came on immediately.
When I stepped out, the lights in the room had been dimmed. There was a small dancing stage complete with mirrors and a gold pole that wasn’t there before.
I smiled seductively at Tony, then placed my finger in my mouth, sucking on it like I would his dick later. I walked over to the pole and swung around it like a pro. I even did some upside-down flips and twirls that surprised even me!
I came down into a split, did a flip, stood back up like Prince used to do, and went around the pole again. “Make it clap” was an understatement. My ass had a mind of its own as it showed Tony what it could do. The stripping skills I possessed were immaculate. The music continued to play. I turned around and bent over and peeked between my legs to see what Tony was doing.
He was stroking that big anaconda of his and licking his lips, anticipating my next move. R. Kelly was crooning, wanting to know if I was ready, and I was. I worked Tony over some more as the song progressed before revealing my goodies.
With my back to Tony, I started to slowly undress. First I undid the apron and swung it around my head, then threw it to him. He caught it, never taking his eyes off me. The next song to play was Silk’s “Freak Me.”
I shook my hips like a belly dancer, dipping low and sexy before my next big reveal. I slowly slid the French-maid dress down, revealing a sexy thong with a bow on the back. I bent over to tease Tony some more before going down into another sexy split. I rolled onto my back and opened my legs as far as they would go. I pleasured one of my juicy breasts by flicking my tongue across my hard-as-a-rock nipple, then I moved the thong to the side and fingered myself.
The chorus played on with Silk telling me they loved the taste of whip cream. They wanted me to spread it on and not be mean. “Umm, this feels… soooo good! You want some of this pussy, don’t you, baby?” I moaned loudly while finger-fucking myself.
Tony was beside himself with lust. He wanted me so badly I could see it in his eyes. The way he bit down on his lip while stroking himself was such a turn-on.
I tasted my fingers and licked my lips. Tony was about to come onstage and join me.
“Unh-unh, baby, I’m coming to you,” I purred.
“Damn, you’re sexy,” Tony said as he watched me crawl over to the circular bed like a sleek black panther hunting her prey. He lay there stroking that king-size monster I was about to enjoy.
The plane hit a bit of turbulence, startling me. “Oh, shit! The plane, it’s—”
Tony was at ease the entire time and took control. He laid me down on my back. In one swift motion he moved my thong to the side with his teeth. The first long, sensuous lick made me forget all about the turbulence.
“Umm, just as I remembered, sweet and juicy,” Tony commented, then licked some more, savoring my juices. I opened my legs wider, inviting him in to feast on my goodness.
“Aw, yesssss! Ooh, that feels soooo…baby…oooohhhhh!!!!!!!!”
We hit some more turbulence, but with the way Tony kept going at it, you would never have known.
He somehow got my thong, stilettos, and fishnets completely off without interrupting our flow. He sucked my toes one by one as I grasped the sheets. Tony ran his tongue up the length of my leg and dived right back in. “Hmm, yes, umm…you’re so damned good,” Tony moaned between licking and sucking.
“OohTonyImabouttocum! Oooooh, Toooonnny!” I screamed, and trembled, but Tony wasn’t finished. He put on his Magnum and pulled me on top of him, entering me at a painfully teasing pace.
“Ooh, baby, come on and give it to me! It’s been too long. I need it now, papi!” I begged, and tried to do my own thing, but he held my hips in place, controlling my movements.
Tony continued to stroke me slowly. He was driving me crazy with each thrust. Oh, how I wanted him to pound the fuck out of me, and he knew it. I guess this was his way of punishing me.
“Rope Burn” by Janet Jackson was playing. Tony took a long velvet ribbon from the side of the bed and tied it around each wrist before securing the rope to the bedposts while still lying under me. Although I was trying to get him to fuck me harder, I was puzzled as to what he was about to do. I stopped trying to grind my hips into his pelvis.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“I know you didn’t think that after leaving me the way you did that I was going to make this easy for you. You’ll get some of Daddy Long Stroke when I feel it’s time.”
Tony lifted me off him. I wanted to tighten my vagina lips around his dick in protest.
“Bend your beautiful, sexy ass over.” Tony’s voice was deep and sultry as hell with his command. I guess I was moving too slowly for him because he popped me on the ass, causing me to jump.
“Now move it before I have to punish you.” Tony popped me on the ass again, this time with his rock-hard dick.
“Ooh, papi, I want you to put all nine and a half of those inches in me, please!” I positioned myself and held on to the bedposts. Tony got behind me and teased me some more, then stopped.
I was about to come unraveled with this teasing shit.
“Tony!” I whined, my pussy an inferno of burning lava. I was surprised the bed didn’t catch fire.
“I’m going to make you regret turning down my proposal. Now you got me cheating on my wife. You know I’m insatiable when it comes to you, don’t you?” Tony slapped me on the rear again, then slid back under me. He grabbed my legs, locked his arms around them, and started to fuck me with his tongue again. Tony was the best when it came to eating this good old magna cum laude Mississippi-mud-pie pussy of mine. The tongue-lashing he was giving me should have been considered illegal because I was definitely about to lose my mind!
“Awwwwwwwwbaaaaaaabbbbbbeeee!” Each orgasm was as intense as the one before. If he kept this up, I wouldn’t be good for much else. I was already regretting not being able to have this every night, just as he said I would.
“I want…I want some of…Da…Daddy Looong Stroke!”
Tony loved when I begged for it. He held on to my clit through all of my convulsing, never missing a beat.
“OohmiGodTony! Arrrrrgggghhh!! ”
Janet was now asking someone would they mind.
Tony better have been glad we were thirty thousand feet in the air because I would surely have left his ass for playing so damned much. “TooonnneeeepleaseIcan’t…can’t take…any…more! Arrrgggghhh!” This time I think I was the one causing the turbulence.
Tony slid from under me and entered me from behind, giving me exactly what I needed. “Oh, yesssss! Just like that, baby! Umm, fuck me real good, papi!”
“You like…that, don’t…you…baby? Miss me?”
“Yesss, baby! I miss you sooo much! Ooh!” I hollered.
“Good, because I miss you, too. You like riding the friendly skies?” Tony asked while fucking my brains out.
“Oh, I…I love the…the friendly skies!” I was fucking on cloud nine, literally, while Janet finished her song.