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.