Unexpected Company

 

“Yes baby, I’m pulling up to the house now”, Melinda said speaking into her wireless ear piece. She was speaking to her fiancé, Will, who was out of town taking care of some family issues. “I can’t wait until you are back here tomorrow. I’m missing you so much right now.”

“It won’t be long now. I've taken care of everything here. I'm not going to hold you, so go inside. Remember to lock the door and set the alarm”, Will replied, as he heard the car door slam on the other end of the phone.

“You worry too much. I'm fine. I will call you after I shower. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

The phone went silent. Melinda went inside the house, locking the door behind her, and setting the alarm. She went to her room, and sat her purse on the edge of the dresser. Going into the dresser drawer, she picked out a pair of panties, and threw it onto the bed. Inside of the spacious walk-in closet, she retrieved one of her favorite robes and threw it on the bed as well. She undressed down to her underwear, and placed her clothes in the hamper. With her thoughts being on Will, Melinda kept wishing that he was there. She hated being apart from him.

In the bathroom, she started the shower, making sure that the water temperature was to her liking. Placing a shower cap over her hair, she then headed to the kitchen for something to drink. She prepared herself an ice cold glass of juice. On her way out of the kitchen, Melinda froze in her tracks, and turned around. On the counter near the sink, was a glass with a small amount of liquid in it. She walked to the sink and lifted the glass. Oddly, the glass had sweat on it. ‘Now I know that I didn’t leave any dishes out when I left.’ Melinda thought to herself. She placed the glass in the dishwasher, and headed back to her room sipping on her drink along the way. Placing her drink on a coaster that sat on the nightstand, she removed her undergarments, and put them away with the rest of her soiled clothes.

The hot water from the shower glistened as it fell from Melinda’s skin. She closed her eyes, letting the water hit her face. Lathering her sponge, she began to cleanse herself, beginning with her neck, then down to her arms. Taking her time, she encircled the sponge around her naturally round breasts, slowly causing her nipples to arouse. She washed her stomach, and then moved down to her cleanly shaved vaginal area. Proceeding to wash her nicely toned legs, her back, and her eye-catching derriere, Melinda’s body was completely covered with soap. Her body was one that could easily rival that of any top model or video vixen. Men drooled at the sight of her. Melinda’s intellect also made her a threat amongst her peers. She was definitely a woman that men desired and one whom females desired to be.

After rinsing off, Melinda stood under the therapeutic stream of water for a while, before reaching for her towel and drying herself off. She went into her room, sat on the edge of the bed, applied lotion to her body, and put on a silk-like blue pantie that she had taken out of the drawer earlier. She drank the remainder of her drink and wrapped up in the warmth of her robe. Returning to the kitchen, she rinsed out her glass and placed it in the dishwasher. In her room, Melinda kneeled at her bedside and prayed. Crawling into bed, she turned on the television, lowered the volume, and reached over to the lamp, turning it off. Before she could get comfortable, she noticed that she had left the closet light on. Rushing, so that she can call Will back, she got up, walked hastily over to the light switch, and flicked it off. As soon as she did, startling her, the closet door swung open. Melinda screeched and jumped as a hand grasped her neck, pushed her a few steps back, and flung her onto the bed.

Click-click…

 

“Shut up and don’t say a word, bitch!” Dressed in all black, standing in front of her, was a male figure with his face concealed by a bandana. Melinda, with widened eyes, stared as the intruder pointed a .45 mm handgun in her direction.

“What do you want from me?” she asked nervously. “My purse is right there”, Melinda said, pointing towards the dresser.

“I thought I told you not to say a word.” The masked man walked towards her. “Stand up!” Melinda did as she was told. “Now turn around and put your hands behind your back.”

“Please don’t hurt me.”

The masked intruder paused. He took his forefinger and ran it down Melinda's spine. “Better yet”, he said, “remove your shirt, and then put your hands behind your back.” Unwillingly, she followed his instructions. He then bound her hands, blindfolded her, and had her to lie on the bed once again. “Yo!” he yelled. Seconds later, Melinda heard footsteps. “Do with her as you please”, she heard the intruder say, “I’ll search around to see what I can find.”

‘There’s another one’, Melinda thought to herself. ‘Please, God, don’t let them hurt me’. At that moment, knowing exactly what it was, she felt a cold object on her chest. It was the barrel of a gun. She felt the belt to her robe being unfastened. The assailant pulled her robe off of her, but unable to get it beyond her tied wrists. She felt helpless as she lay there in her panties and bra.

The second intruder removed the gun from her chest. Her breathing became erratic once he started toggling with her bra. He cupped her breasts and licked on them, periodically alternating between the two. Melinda let out a whimper as his hand found its way inside of her panties and groped her. He pulled her underwear down fully exposing her body to him. She heard as he undressed himself. Melinda twitched as he parted her uncooperative legs. He moved his body between her thighs, lying completely flat on top of her with his erection against her.

“Please don’t do this”, she pleaded.

Ignoring her, he slid up the length of her body causing goose bumps to rise. “Shh…relax. I don’t want to hurt you” he said faintly in a whisper with a foreign accent. First I'm going to please you the way that you want to be pleased, and then you’re going to let me fuck you.”

‘Let you?’ Melinda asked herself, at the same time thinking that there was something familiar about the voice, but she couldn’t quite figure it out.

As the thought went through her mind, the second intruder went down on her, catching her by surprise. Melinda took a deep breath as his tongue entered her forbidden zone. He licked around her clit and up and down her slit. His tongue slithered inside her, hitting her spots, and causing her to moan out loud. She begged and pleaded for him to stop, but the more she petitioned, the more relentless he became. She tried to resist, but it was like he knew her body. Involuntarily, she grinded her hips into his face. A lone tear of guilty pleasure found its way from Melinda's eye. Her body was slowly betraying her as this intruder, this stranger, this, this……. this rapist, made her cum, not once, but twice. 

Melinda laid on the bed feeling confused. In her mind, she was feeling like she had betrayed Will. There was no denying that she enjoyed the fellatio given to her against her will.

“Now I'm going to have my way with you”, the second intruder announced while guiding his brick hard muscle to her pink sex spot.  

Thoughts raced through her head. ‘That voice. Could it be?’

His voice sounded so familiar to her. She shook the thought out of her mind knowing that it couldn’t be. Her mind was playing tricks on her.

Upon penetration, afraid of saying anything, Melinda noticed that he was condomless. The second intruder moved in and out of her. He touched her roughly, then seemingly at the same time, being careful not to hurt her. It was quite strange to Melinda. This was not how she imagined that a rapist would be with his victim.

He filled his mouth with her breasts; sucking, pulling, and nibbling on them while fucking her harder. Her body warmed up to him, wanting more of his nonconsensual offerings. His cock rendering her pussy to his desire as it went shallow and then deep. He grunted, and turned her over effortlessly. The way he manhandled her, made her leak against her own will. He griped as he plummeted into her repeatedly from the rear. Her voluptuous ass bounced as their skins slapped. She buried her face in the comforter, biting it to cease herself from screaming. Her twat was engorged with an unwanted desire. She pushed back to meet his thrusts. Her conscience weighed heavier and heavier with each push.

 

Melinda yelled out. She didn’t know whether she did so because of the agony from the pain or from ecstasy of the pleasure that roared through her body, but she fucked back taking every inch of the intruder’s dick.

          Overly excited, the second intruder held on to her ass and tugged at the blindfold a little too hard, causing it to come off. Melinda’s mouth dropped as she caught a glimpse of her assailant in the mirror. The sight alone caused her to cum as she threw her ass back at him ferociously. He untied her hands, giving her freedom to have more control of what she was doing. She looked back at him, her ass clapping on his dick. Melinda knew what time it was once she saw his face tighten. She tightened her grip on him and bucked back harder. She reached back, and grabbed a hand full of balls. He pounded into her three more times and was ready to release, but Melinda pulled too far forward, causing him to exit her drenched folds.

          She turned over, got up, and straddled him. There was nothing sensual about her as she fucked his erection like a mad woman. She slapped him and bit into his flesh. She wanted to cum again, and being in control allowed her to do so with great force.

          From his moans and tenseness, she knew that the dick her fluids covered was ready to pop. She jumped off and pumped it vigorously with her hand, allowing his jism to splatter into her face.

          “We were supposed to do the rape scene next week” Melinda blurted out moments later, while lying on her back.

          “I know, baby, but I wanted to do it when you least expected it”, Will answered.

          “Who was the other guy?” Melinda asked curiously.

          “That’s my homie Rod. He rode back with me. He wants a new start in a different city since his divorce is finalized. It took a lot of convincing for him to help me out with this. He thought that I was crazy; planning the rape of my own woman.”

          Melinda looked Will in the eyes and said to him, “Because of his assistance to you, we should at least offer to let Rod watch next time.” With that being said, she faded into a deep slumber with a satisfied look on her face.

 ©2013

Slim From Da A!!!

 

I tossed and I turned. My body perspired from the work that I was putting in. My head turned sternly from side to side. My breathing increased. This felt so good; very good. I was about to….about to…..ooohhhh shit!

I looked around my room. It was pitch black. There was no one there; I was alone. Damn, it felt so real. Thinking about what just transpired, I shook my head at myself. This was the second time this week and sixth time this month. My dreams were coming more frequent and they seemed to be more realistic as well.

I laid there for a few minutes before getting up and walking to the kitchen. I retrieved a bottle of cooking oil from the pantry and walked towards the sink. Holding my hand over the sink, I poured a small amount of the cooking oil into my palm. Reaching down, I applied the culinary lube to my tool. Rubbing the oil in, I made sure that it covered the shaft and especially the head. I returned the cap to the oil bottle and left it on the counter top.

I stepped into my bathroom and flicked on the light. After pulling up a picture on my phone of a nude brown-skin cutie bussing it open for me, I grasped my rod with a firm grip and began to caress it. Sliding my hand from the tip to the base and back up again, I caught my groove and began to revel in the sensations that I was feeling. My rhythm increased. As the picture came to life in my mind, my legs weakened. I kneeled on one knee in front of the porcelain disposal, still beating my meat. My breathing, body temperature, and heart rate increased simultaneously. A surge, that was so familiar to me, ran through my body and blasted its way out of the tip of my penis. I remained there for a minute or two regaining my composure. After cleaning myself, I went back to bed, only to lay there staring at the ceiling fan before drifting off to sleep.

It had been nine months since my last piece of ass, and my horniness was shooting through the roof. I have no idea why that was. I mean, I've went without sex before, and it was my choice of doing so. I've even gone much longer than nine months, but this time, something was different. There was a burning rage inside of me; a burning rage for sex in which no mere female would suffice. Besides, either way it goes, I can control my urges.

The next morning I hit the gym before going to work. My job wasn’t my job of choice, but it was something to pay the bills for now. I spent most of the day doing outcalls. The office where I worked was filled with females of all shapes, sizes, and cultures. A few of them flirted with me from time to time. As lustful as I was, you would have thought that I would have given all of them the dick, and at the same damn time. But, like I said before, “No mere female would suffice”.

The end of the work day came rather quickly. On my way out the door, I heard my name being called out. “Michael. Michael!”

As I turned, I saw Michelle from accounting gunning towards me. “Michael, I'm glad I caught you just in time.

“Why, what’s wrong?” I asked sincerely.

She looked at me strangely. “Um, nothing is too wrong, but I’d like to ask something of you.”

“Ok, shoot.”

“Well, you know LeAnne, right?”

“You're talking about that A.T.L. chick?”

“Yes, her”, Michelle replied.

“What about her?”

She has this corporate event to attend tonight that requires her to take a date, but she has no one to go with her. I know it’s very short notice, but um, I, um, well we, were wondering if you'd be so kind as to as to escort her there?”

“No”, I blurted out, not thinking at all.

“C’mon, please”, Michelle pleaded. “I mean, you don’t have to date her or anything.”

“No Michelle. Why can’t someone else take her?”

“You know how she is Michael. If you do this, then I’ll owe you big time.”

Michelle and I always went back and forth with the I.O.U. stuff. I knew that I may have to call on her for a favor someday, so I thought that it was best for me to take advantage of this situation. “Well, maybe I can do it just this once”, I told her.

Michelle filled me in on the details about the event. We parted ways with me being a bit skeptical. On the drive home, my mind ran across LeAnne. She had moved here about two and a half months ago from Atlanta. I had gone out for drinks with her along with a few other coworkers a couple times. She and I had exchanged small talk and we spoke on the phone a couple times as well. To me, she wasn’t what I had depicted an A.T.L. woman to be. I thought of them as being thick and stocked, like century year old oak trees, with an annoying southern twang and stripper like tendencies. But this, Miss LeAnne, threw me for a loop as to my perception. She was slim, and a bit on the quiet side. I could tell that she was still in her shell, being that she was fairly new to the city and all.

 

 

I had spoken to LeAnne when I got home from work. The function was set to start at eight that night. It was six fifty-two that evening when I arrived at her residence. After ringing the bell a few times to no avail, I called her cell phone; letting her know that I was at her door. She arrived to the door, in a long flowing, extravagant dress, that looked like something out of a fairy tale. She invited me in, led me to her sitting room, and directed me towards a navy blue recliner. Her place was decked out with fresh flowers, mainly roses everywhere. It had the aroma of a spring garden. As I sat, she seated herself across from me. I looked up at her, and it was then that I noticed that she looked like she had been crying.

“LeAnne”, I barked out, “what’s wrong?”

She sat their quiet and motionless before speaking. “I…I should have called you before you came all the way over here. I’ve changed my mind about going.”

“But, why? When we spoke earlier, you seemed so animated about going. I don’t understand. What could have happened between then and now to have made you change your mind like that?”

“Michael, that scene isn’t me. I don’t fit in. Actually, I don’t fit in anywhere. I got to thinking about how most of the ladies there will be of the city’s elite. I was just fooling myself as to think that I would be able to mesh with them. I just want to sit at home alone and watch TV. I'm sorry for not telling you this before you got all dressed up and everything. I’ll pay you for your gas and time. This is so embarrassing.”

“No, no, that’s ok. You don’t have to do that. And I think that we should still go. It’s not too late for you to get dressed.” When I said that, I realized that I was seeing LeAnne in a different light. She seemed to be more appealing to me. Was it her vulnerable state? Seeing her so feeble, was eating at me. I went and sat near her. Putting my arm around her, I tried convincing her to continue with our prearranged plans.

 “Michael, I’m sorry. I'm not usually like this.”

“It’s ok, but I will tell you one thing. I didn’t get dressed like this for nothing. We’re going to go out somewhere and have ourselves a good time.”

LeAnne looked at me. “No, I honestly don’t feel like going anywhere.”

“Well, if we’re not going, then I guess we’ll just have to bring the party to us.”

“What do you mean?” she asked with a surprised look on her face.

“You were expecting to have a good time tonight. I'm going to give you that good time. I'm hungry. How about you do what you need to do, and I'll go get us some take-out. How does that sound?”

“I guess that sounds reasonable.”

“Ok then, I’ll be back.”

I went to a popular restaurant that I knew of on her side of town. When I returned, LeAnne had changed her clothes. Now she was wearing a pinkish colored robe with white polka dots. I could see a hint of a green shirt of some sort underneath it. We sat down to eat, but when she sat, her robe rose up her thighs making it hard for me stay focused on our conversation.

As we spoke, she disclosed to me what it was like to grow up as what she called a Grady Baby*. I’ve heard a lot of great things about Atlanta through the media and from people who have visited there, but LeAnne spoke of a struggle; a struggle that seemed to torment her in a way. When she finished speaking, I was at a loss for words. Her eyes were filled with pain and shame. She looked at me as to be in disbelief and embarrassed that she shared such stories with me.

“It’s ok”, I said to her. “We all go through things. Look at you now. You’ve made it through the storm.

The corners of her lips turned up, and a lone tear escaped her eye. Before I knew what was happening, I reached for Leanne’s face and wiped the tear away. My hand remained there, with my thumb caressing her cheek bone. Something was drawing me to her; something out of my control. There was also something happening down below in my pants. That was something that I had to try to control. Now was not the time for my horniness to surface. Breaking the tension, LeAnne got up to disposed of what we hadn’t consumed. While she was in the kitchen, I got up to look at the pictures that decorated the living area, consisting mostly of her. One which caught my eye was of her in a white tee, black leather jacket, and a short blue skirt. There was a belt or something of the sort wrapped around her slim. She was seemingly standing on the ledge of a high-rise, leaning against a window, looking down with one leg bent pressing her stylish all black pump against the glass. She was holding up the back of her skirt revealing more of those infamous thighs. The way, in which it was lifted, I found myself wanting to peer underneath to get a glimpse of her derriere.

 

In another picture, she was dressed in a dark blue denim dress that covered her from her breasts down to her mid to upper thighs. On her feet was a rusty brownish pair of five inch heels that had buckled straps coming up above her ankles. She was slightly bending with her back against a brick wall, accenting her legs and ass. Around her neck was a multicolored pink and turquoise scarf that I had an urge to pull on. Her bronze short cropped hair style brought out her facial features. Next to that picture was another of her in the same attire, standing in an alley way looking over her shoulder with her back towards the camera, and her hand on her hip.

 

 

 

 

“Are you a model?” I yelled out while still observing the pictures.

“I did a little modeling in Atlanta, nothing too serious.” LeAnne replied, making her way back to the living room.  

 “Looks serious enough to me”, I said without taking my eyes off the pictures. When I turned around, I was face to face with the same seductive young lady from the photos that I had just finished examining. Time stood still, as we stared each other down. Her alluring looks had me mesmerized. My body temperature shot up and so did my pole. I was so embarrassed when LeAnne looked down and saw that I had a hard on. “Um, I better be on my way” I said coyly.

“Wait, you don’t have to leave, and you definitely don’t have to be ashamed of this”, she said, licking her bottom lip and placing her hand on the bulge in my pants. She stepped closer, unbuckling my belt and letting my fly down. Before I knew it, I was stepping out of my pants and briefs. Somehow in the midst of things, my shirt had disappeared. LeAnne had no idea of what she had done. The beast that I was containing inside of me was now set free and aching for a victim.

The flame of lust that was burning deep within me needed extinguishing, so when LeAnne dropped to her knees and grabbed my rod, I reached down to pull her back up. Fuck that foreplay shit, I needed to be in her. On the way up, catching me by surprise, she paused and placed my sack in her mouth. I flinched as a slight burst of pain shot through me. LeAnne’s mouth felt like a sauna. My balls were swimming in her ocean of saliva, and whatever tricks she was doing with her tongue, had me on my toes. Then she did something that I had never witnessed before. With my scrotum as far as it would go in her mouth, she started humming, and rapidly moving her forefinger and middle finger up and down her throat. Shockwaves of semen made its way to my tip. My body began to stifle and stiffen. I shut my eyes in anticipation, and just like that, LeAnne loosened her grip and released me from her mouth. What I thought that I wanted to skip, I wanted more of. With those types of skills she had just displayed, I most definitely wanted her to baptize my dick in the heavenly realms of her mouth.

She stood up, looking me square in the eyes.  Without hesitation, I yanked the robe from her body and removed her shirt and boy shorts. I stood in awe of the young lady standing before me. Her five-five frame was phenomenally toned almost like an Olympic gymnast. Her golden bronze complexion was flawless. I rushed her; backing her to the wall. Like a mad man possessed, I thrust my tongue into her mouth. Her kiss said that she wanted me. Mine said that I need her. My erection probed at her. She wrapped her left leg around my back, pulling me even closer to her. I palmed her breast, and pinched her pebble like nipple. She let out a passionate yelp, letting me know that I was doing something right. I reached down to guide myself to her slit, but she placed her hand down there blocking me.

“Hold on a minute, I’ll be right back”, she told me as she let her leg down and headed for the kitchen. I could hear her fondling around. Returning with a gold pack, she ripped it open and unrolled the prophylactic onto my throbbing monster. Getting back into her same position against the wall, she placed her legs around me, as I held her suspended with one arm. By this time, my dick was screaming to be in something; anything wet.  With my free hand, I reached down and tried to go for the gusto once again. This time was a success. Her vagina was tight. She held her breath as I infiltrated her foreign region. Those two signs let me know that it had been a while for her. I froze to make sure that she could handle it. Her hips moved back and forth giving me the ok to continue. The beast in me tried to knock her back through the wall. LeAnne held on with her arms around my neck, holding back her cries. The warrior in her wouldn’t let her bow out. Surprisingly, she propelled her midsection back at me, meeting my thrusts.

 

 

I lowered myself back onto the floor with her on top of me. Without missing a beat, LeAnne held my wrists by the side of my head and pounced her ass up and down on me. Her box splashing its liquids each time she landed. Still holding my hands down, she laid her upper body on mine, only working her hips. Sliding all the way up to the head of my dick, she fucked it at a steady pace, never going all the way down on my shaft. Immediately, I felt a wave rushing from the base of my erection. I wriggled to free my arms from her. I didn’t want to cum yet. I tried pulling out of her but she had the high ground advantage.

“I’m going to control this dick, and fuck it my way” LeAnne taunted in my ear. “You thought that you were just going to wreck my unsuspecting twat, didn’t you?”

LeAnne had flipped the tables on me. Whereas I thought I was going to give her some of the best sex she's ever had, she was putting it down on me. My dick was ready to pop when I felt her grip ease up a little. Quickly I flipped her on her back and pulled out of her, buying myself some time to regain my composure.

“Give it back to me”, LeAnne cried out, as she reached down for what she wanted. I sat up with my legs folded up under me and yanked her body up towards me. Her plump ass landed on my chest with her legs spread eagle off to the side. She was on her shoulders somewhere between my thighs and the floor. Bowing my head as to say my grace, I plunged into her salty sea; tongue first. Her taste was exquisite. I flattened my tongue and lapped from bottom to top, savoring every bit of her wetness that my tongue soaked up. I spread her lips wide apart exposing the hood of her clitoris, stiffened my tongue, and targeted the nucleus of her sensations. I licked circles around it; teasing it, before attacking it, by sucking and pulling on it. LeAnne wiggled, grinded, and purged herself into my mouth. She beat the floor and urged me to eat her sweet sex pot. Still sucking on her fully exposed clit, I inserted two fingers into her sex bucket, moving them in and out, hitting her g-spot. She struggled to get away, but there wasn’t much that she could do with the grip that I had on her.

 

“Oh shit, stop”, she cried out. “I’m cumming!” I felt LeAnne’s legs constrict and her back arching, straightening her body. She let out a loud lioness roar as a pool of hot liquid flooded into my mouth and down my chin. I saturated my face in her twat, basting in her glory.

LeAnne turned violently out of my grasp and onto her stomach. She laid there breathing erratically. She was flat on the floor with one leg up towards her like she was trying to crawl away. The way that she was positioned, her plump bonkie was in the air exposing her drenched vagina to me. Without hesitation, and my rod in hand, I went deep sea fishing, plummeting into her pussy once again. I gave her long deep strokes, pulling almost all the way out, and going in deeper and deeper. LeAnne lifted her backside giving me a better angle of getting in that thing, and get in it I did. She reached beneath herself, grabbed my nut sack, and primed it like a pump that southern grandparents used back in the days for getting water. My monster was solid as solid can be. I wanted to release and I wanted that release right then and there. I pumped even harder into LeAnne. She started crawling down the foyer towards the front door every so often stopping and thrusting her ass back into me and instructing me to spank her. There was no love making in what we were doing; we were straight up fuckin’!

When LeAnne reached the door, she told me to fuck her from the front. She stood up and sat on a table in the foyer. Her legs were opened wide. I stood between her hold each one of them. I had to bend slightly for her to place my weapon of choice into her. She held the edges of the table as I maneuvered inside of her inner core reaching for spots she claimed that have been touched by no other man before. My dick knew no boundaries. LeAnne gyrated and placed one hand around the back of my neck, giving me her all. I felt the buildup swarming to its exit. As we exchanged sex faces, sweat dripped, and moans of unadulterated sexual bliss bounced off the walls. The closer I got to climaxing, the more my pace hastened. I was there. All of my cum had halted at the peak of my dome fighting for that number one spot to be the first out the box.

“Fuck, I'm cummin’!”

LeAnne pushed me out of her. Swiftly, she removed the condom and gripped my boa tightly around the neck stopping it from ejaculating. She reached into a vase that was nearby and pulled out a few of the black roses that was in it. Hurriedly, she plucked the petals from them placing some between her legs and some in the palm of her hand. She reached down, collecting the wetness from her pum-pum and polished my joy toy with it. With the rose petals that were in her palm, she commenced in giving me a hand job. She commanded my rock hard tool to cum for her. I came with excruciating force onto the petals that lay between her thighs. My dick throbbed as my semen flowed seamlessly from it. LeAnne looked me in my eyes, reached for the freshly plucked petals between her legs, and one by one, licked the jism off of them.

After that night, LeAnne made sure that my days of celibacy were no more. From a night of lust, we built something rare. Something that’s sound and profound. Until this day, my slim thick ATL shawty and I are still together.

 

 



 

 

©2013

*Grady Baby: A person born at Grady Hospital in Atlanta, Ga.; & raised in Atlanta.

 

Shout out & a big THANK YOU to That ATL Chick , the model in the 1st, 3rd, 4th, 5th & 6th pictures. She can be followed on twitter at @ThatATLChic, on Instagram at thatatlchick, and Tumblr at highliterpink.tumblr.com.

 

 

 



Live Instrumentation

 

          I met Sean a few years back. We hit it off pretty well upon meeting one another. Our first encounter was at a record release party for a local artist. Sean introduced himself to me and pretty much stuck by my side the whole night. I was there covering the event as a freelance writer, while Sean, well, Sean was just there. Sean was a music lover.

          In a world where everyone and their grandmother wanted to be rapper, singer, producer, or just be in the entertainment industry period, Sean wanted no parts of it. He loved music, and when I say music, I'm talking all genres of music. He listened to anything from rap to rock and RnB to country. He knew everything from artists, names of songs, to the producer, and even the year that songs were released.

          After that initial meeting, I went out with Sean quite a few times. Although proving to be quite the ladies’ man, he was pretty much attentive when it came to me. We did average things like dinner, movie, and lunch dates.

          It took Sean about three weeks before inviting me to his place. Each time that he would offer, I declined. In my mind, I wasn’t ready for a hit-and-run type ordeal. As of that time, I was just going to savor my little outings with Sean. He was utterly persistent about it, but never to the point where he was a pest.

          One night after hanging out, Sean and I were walking towards my apartment. He always made it a point to walk me to my door after we’ve spent time together. On this particular night, as we reached the top step, I twisted my ankle, and fell on my behind.  

           Sean quickly attended to me and my injured ankle. Not allowing me to walk, he scooped me up into his arms, picked up my keys, unlocked the door to my apartment, and carried me inside. He set me down on the sofa in the living room. Sean then went into the kitchen, and retrieved a zip locked bag filled with ice. He placed my feet into his lap, and put the bag of ice firmly on my swollen ankle.

          Asking me if I needed anything more, I told him no, and assured him that my ankle was fine. It was only twisted, nothing major.



          I turned on the TV as Sean continued to masterfully massage my ankle. In the back of my mind I just knew that he was going to make an attempt at staying over. It was only logical. It was a Friday night and neither one of us had to work the next day. Oddly enough, around ten-thirty, he began asking me about my ankle again. By this time, I felt little to no pain. He made a comment about it getting late and suggested that he should leave. I was in consent. I thanked him for nursing my ankle, walked him to the door, gave him a goodnight kiss, and watched as he walked towards his car.

          The next morning, I was awakened by my cell phone ringing. Looking at Sean’s name on the caller i.d., I answered. He explained that he was calling to check on me and to see if I would like to go get breakfast with him. I told him that I was only now awakening and wasn’t in much of a mood to go out. He then offered to bring the breakfast to me, in which I obliged.

          Once we hung up, I rose up out of bed, put my robe on, went into the bathroom, and washed my face and brushed my teeth. I spent some time preparing my hair, and then proceeded to the closet to find something appropriate to wear. When I reached the closet, I heard the sound of my doorbell ringing. Sean had arrived with breakfast.

          As we sat to the bar, we ate our meal and conversed. When we finished eating, I grabbed the plastic plates and utensils and threw them in the trash, and I placed the glasses in the dishwasher.

          I excused myself to go brush my teeth again. As I walked by him, Sean made a sly comment about me being in my robe. I froze, gave him a frisky look, parted the lower part of my robe, and gave him a sneak peek of my legs before departing for the bathroom. A look of astonishment came across Sean’s face, for he had never seen that side of me before.

          When I came from the bathroom, Sean continuously flirted with me. We exchanged a few words along with innocent laughs. Unknowingly, time was flying by. Remembering that I had a few errands to run, I brought it to Sean’s attention. He got up to leave. I followed as he headed towards the door.

          Abruptly turning around, he pushed me back towards the bar, and untied the strap on my robe, exposing my bare breasts and satin panties to him. I stood there in shock, not knowing what to do. Placing his hands on my waist, he lifted me onto the bar. Telling me how sexy I was, he then took my left nipple into his mouth. The feeling was so divine, as he licked, sucked, and pulled. I placed my hand behind his head, arched my back, and leaned into him, giving him full access to my ripened fruit.



          Leaning down, I lifted his shirt up over his head. He disrobed me, took my panties off, removed me from the bar, and then carried me to the sofa. He sat me down and undid his trousers. I pulled them down along with his underwear, allowing his erection to spring, forth. I looked at his penis with glee, as it stared back in return, probing in my direction. I reached out and touched it. Sean looked down at me as to approve of what I was doing. I wrapped my hand around it and began to slowly stroke it, admiring its length and girth.

          Sean pushed my head back so that I looked up at him. Slowly, he kneeled down until we were face to face. He kissed me lightly on my lips, and then down to my neck. He had one hand on my back with his fingers pressing firmly into my spine as if they were playing the keys of a piano. His other hand glided across my breasts, alternating between them, rubbing them up and down with the precision of a dj cuing up and scratching his records on a pair of Technics 1200s. He placed his tongue on the center of my throat and descended past my cleavage. He leaned me backwards and kept licking until he got to my naval.

          I felt myself wanting him to go lower and watched as he did exactly that. Feeling the warmth of his tongue, I reclined my head as it punctured my cave. It circled within me, causing me to squirm and gyrate. To my delight, Sean sucked on my clit like he was inhaling through a harmonica. My pink fluff throbbed and got wetter for him as he created slurping musical notes with her. Sean kept at it. I was on the verge of erupting. And then it happened; I held his head in place and released my secretion onto his tongue. My body shook. My head was in the clouds. Satisfaction was mine to endure and I was basting in its remnants.

          Sean wasn’t done with me yet. He paused for a moment before detaching my flaccid frame from the sofa. He turned me over so that my knees were on the floor and my upper torso lay on the sofa. The fabric was soft against my delicate skin. Taking me from the rear, Sean’s man pole increased the width of my walls, fitting snuggly inside. His bow strummed my twat like a cello. I screamed out, hitting notes rivaling those of a seasoned opera singer. The more I yelled, the harder Sean gave it to me, spanking me and pulling my hair in the process. Sexual bliss plummeted throughout my body. I grabbed hold to the shear sofa pillows, squeezing then in the palm of my hands. Sean lunged forcefully into me repeatedly. Sweat trickled off of him and onto my back. He began a series of grunts and that’s when I knew he was ready to cum for mama. I thrust my behind back into him, meeting his finely timed strokes. Sean let out a masculine roar, pulled out of me, and shot a glob of hot semen onto my back. He rubbed it on me with the head of his still ejaculating penis, and then fell onto my back. Panting heavily, he remained there for a few moments.

          Whew, from that day onward, I let Sean have my body whenever he desired. In my mind, my body had become his very own personal instrument.

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A Good Fuck



          He touched me lightly but his touch sent sensual signals throughout my being. I let myself go as he held me near, tilting my head back so that my lips were closer to his face. His face was filled with desire as he looked me in my eyes, a desire that was there for me. Closer, closer, closer…..ahh, our lips touched. Skillfully, he suckled and pulled at my bottom lip. His tongue outlined my top lip before it made its entrance into my mouth to waltz around with my tongue.

          I could feel myself slowly melting away. My knees were becoming weak. With my eyes closed, I took in the sensation of his hand smoothly gliding around my back while the other gently cupped my behind. I wanted more. Damn, so much more, but was that even possible in this place?

          This man knew exactly what he was doing. He unzipped the back of my dress with ease while still tonguing me down. As he slipped his hand inside of my dress, the slight draft that I felt on my back told me that there was no turning back now. I kissed him back, tugged at his shirt, and freed it from the clutches of his pants. I took his tie off and began unbuttoning his shirt, revealing his bare chest to me. I kissed him on the side of his neck and on down to his pecs. Before I knew it, I was out of my dress. He stopped completely and just stood there staring at my body. My, was this embarrassing. I've never had a man just stare at me while I was almost naked before. I could feel the blood rush to my face as I stood motionless. His face was stoned like that of a Greek statue. He instructed me to turn around slowly. I abided. When I was facing him again, his shirt was completely off and he was undoing his pants.

          Stepping out of his trousers, he was now inches away from me. Reaching behind me once more, he undid my bra, exposing my hardened nipples to him. Gently forcing me back, he placed me on the conference table. With my legs dangling off the edge, I leaned back onto the cold table.

 

          Grasping my breasts, he gave each of them a fair amount of attention. Squeezing, sucking, nibbling, and licking them much to my delight. My body’s temperature rose. I was aching to have him inside of me. As he played around with the twins, I reached between his legs, sizing up his man toy with my hand. His boxers were wet from precum. Yes, he was primed and ready, ready for this fat salivating pussy that was yearning for a good fucking.

          Dropping to his knees, he spread my legs further apart, holding them in midair. I closed my eyes to take him in as his tongue invaded my fluffy twat. Oh my, what the fuck…..shit, this man was eating my girly girl and didn’t even bother to remove my panties. He was going at it feverishly and sucking my lust drippings right through my thongs. I have never felt a feeling such as this that was so transcendent. His tongue combined with the foreign feeling of my panties had me on edge. I wanted to cum and I wanted to cum hard. I could feel the tension between my thighs. I gripped the sides of the table pushing myself forward causing that magical wand of a tongue to go deeper into my realms. My stomach muscles tightened. I gripped the table even tighter, clenched my teeth, held my breath, threw my head back, and……and……and like that, the feeling was gone. HE STOPPED!

          Opening my eyes, I looked on as he rose to his feet and seemingly removing his boxers at the same time. He released a condom from its wrapper and placed the prophylactic on the one eye beast that was aiming at me from between his legs. He placed my feet on the table. With my legs opened, he looked me in the eyes, braced himself, and guided his latex laced cock smoothly inside of me. Smoothly and gently, he rocked back and forth. The way he filled my pink hole was exhilarating. He pumped in and out of me with a nice rhythmic flow in which I caught on to and gyrated back, marinating his dick with my wetness. He caressed my body with care, his hands gently sliding down the side of my face, onto my neck, down to my breasts, across my belly, underneath to my ass, and up, down, and around my legs. He leaned over, kissing me, touching me, and skillfully stroking me. Whew, my kitty kat purred for him. I contracted my vagina, clenching his dick, and matched his timely strokes. His pace accelerated. Oh how I wanted him to just ram into me, but I was satisfied at what was going down, and the way that it was going down.

          He grabbed my left leg, moved it across so that it was side by side with my other leg. He then pushed them down onto the table together, one on top of the other which caused me to lay in the fetal position. Now I felt the pressure of him inside of me even more than before. My juices were dripping onto my thighs. Oh yes, that dick was doing the damn thing. He reached with one hand, pinched my nipple, and braced my hip with his other hand. His cock seemed to have swelled in this position and I loved it.

          Right when I thought that I wasn’t going to be able to take it anymore, he instructed me to get in the doggy style position, but carefully so that he stays in me. I assumed the position with my knees still on the table. I kept my body low to the table so that his access to me was not a struggle. I decided to take control. Catching him off guard, I bounced my ass on his dick. Looking back at him, I could see the tense but pleasurable look on his face. My pussy was leaking, and his dick, well that thing was solid. He reached his arm around and under me. His hand was at the top of my slit, and his fingers stimulating my clit. He pulled me back towards him making me get off the table with my feet on the ground. I held myself up, my hands planted firmly on the table. Now he was giving me his all. Sweat dripped from his body. I twerked my pussy for him as if I were a dancer at a strip club in Atlanta. He was definitely giving me the business, but I was far from being a slouch myself.

          We were panting, and moaning, and grabbing, and oh yeah, we were most definitely fucking! Once again, I felt that urge building up inside of me. My knees buckled. My pussy throbbed. He was beating it faster……harder……and I was……..

          SHIT!!! I felt his body collapse onto me. He came just as I was about to catch mine. Damn, why couldn’t he have held out just a while longer?

          We regrouped, put our clothes back on, and left out of the room. Oh well, I didn’t look at it as a complete loss. I took it for what it was, A GOOD FUCK. We will have our time again Mr. Man. Yes, we will.

 

©2013