WET DREAMS MAKE A WET PUSSY

Everybody that knows me knows that I love me some chocolate, especially when it comes to a man. Ain't nothing like a strong sexy melanated brother. Just like you may need coffee to start your day, I need a chocolate man to start mine. He's hot, black, and strong too just like that coffee that you're hooked to. I got him to be hooked to.

Especially after that damn dream I just woke up from; I can feel the spot that I was laying in wet with my sweet nectar. The dream was so real I had to touch myself some more, it felt so good as my red manicured nails massaged my dripping beauty. My sticky sweet honey covered them.

I will never forget the day that I seen his face for the first time. A very handsome chocolate brother of course with a thick beard that I wanted to moisturize and deep condition with the cream that was mixing between my thighs the moment I laid eyes on him. The sexual attraction was obvious and being the type of woman that I am, grown and very secure with my sexuality, I went for what I wanted; him.

I've learned a lot of things about men along the way, one being that confidence attracts them. So when I let chocolate know what it was, he was down. Not to mention, I am something to look at myself so he'd be a fool not to take my bait.

I'm glad he did because my mind wanted him just as bad as my body did. Talking to this man and telling him all the nasty ass freaky shit I wanna do to him and for him to do to me wasn't enough. Don't judge me. Like I said I'm grown and secure with my sexuality.

Okay, back to this dream that still got me playing in my honey that I want him to stir up with his mixing spoon that I was confident looked like a thick chocolatey Snickers bar. All I kept seeing was his sexy ass face with that pretty ass smile and that beard. All I wanted to do was mount his tongue like an equestrian on their prize winning stallion. This is a dream so of course I was a little bit more bold than I would be normally when I approached him.

"You so damn fine and chocolate. You just my type. The type I like to admire while I'm sitting on their face," my crazy ass blurted out before thinking about what I was about to say. Lucky for me tho, he was just as nasty and crazy as me.

"You look like you will get my shit together too," he said making my pussy even wetter at his eagerness to give me what I want. All I can do was smile as I slid my fingers under inside my jeans and caught some of the juices that were now flowing down my thigh. I inserted one of my fingers in my mouth and tasted myself as a smile painted my face. I loved the way I tasted and I knew he would too.

His nasty ass must've been reading my mind, "didn't your parents teach you to share," he offered with a wink, his smile was gorgeous. And the way he was talking to me made me wanna suck him until his chocolate melted in my mouth and not in my hands no matter how long it took to melt. I gave him what he wanted tho. "Mmmmm," escaped past his full lips as he sucked my nectar from my finger.

Ok now you know I'm dreaming right and I don't know where the fuck we are but at this point I don't care. I see people but I don't know nor care if they see me; I wanted this man right then and there. "What that mouth do?"

"Whatever you want it to do," he replied. Great answer. "I want it to make me cum so I can shampoo, deep condition, and moisturize your beard for you."

He was with it. He grabbed me by the neck as he gave me a passionate kiss and unbuckled my jeans. He placed kisses with the lips that I had already fallen in love with smh down my body as he slid my jeans down my pussy juice soaked legs. I didn't even have to lay down. His fine ass placed one leg on his shoulder as he slurped, licked, sucked, kissed, and nibbled away at my throbbing pussy. I was squirting and creaming all over his beard.

This man had my dream turnt and I was pissed when I woke up. It's cool tho, I will just let him know about my dream and maybe just maybe, he'll make my dream come true.

Crazy Love (Gotta Get It Back)

      It had been six months since meeting and having the best sex of my life with Lor'eal. Ever since her discharge, I thought about her everyday, so much so that I swore that I could smell her pleasant scent on the chaise that we made love on many times before. I found myself daydreaming about her often and just staring at the furniture in my office, reminiscing on all the fucking we did all over my office. I looked forward to that one hour with her every week and she looked forward to it too. And then one day it all ended.

     My thoughts were interrupted by a knock at my door. I wasn't due for a psychotherapy session for another thirty minutes so the visitor on the other side of the door caught me by surprise. I was also surprised to see who was on the other side of the door; it was my Lor'eal, actually two of her. I was shocked by the astounding resemblance between the two amazingly gorgeous women and couldn't tell which one was Lor'eal.

     "Lor'eal," I stuttered as blinked rapidly looking at both women.

     The women presumed to be Lor'eal smiled. It was very familiar.

     "To what do I owe this pleasure? Come into my office, please," I offered, shutting the door behind them.

     I was nervous, excited, speechless, all at the same time. I couldn't believe that Lor'eal was here again in my office or that there was two of her.

     "I've missed you Doctor Feel Good. I can't stop thinking about you. This is Lor'eann. She wanted to meet you. She's heard so many good things about you," Lor'eal stated seductively.

     Before I could respond, the one named Lor'eann started stroking my dick through the slacks I wore as she placed soft kisses on my neck. It got harder in her hand as Lor'eal joined in. I am so fuckin excited right now and I wanna pinch myself to see if I'm dreaming.

     "Doctor show Lor'eann how amazing your mouth is. I wanna feel your lips and tongue all over this pussy too," Lor'eal teased me as they both started undressing themself.

     I was rock hard by now but weary because of my upcoming session. As much as I wanted to fuck the shit out of both these sexy ass women, I was only working with a little bit of time.

     "Lor'eal lock the door. Spread that pussy wide open for me to enjoy. Both of y'all," I instructed as they obeyed, turning me on even more.

     They each lay on opposite ends of my beloved chaise that was about to have yet another story for me to fantasize over again when I'm thinking about Lor'eal the most. Their bare fleshed fruits made my mouth water as they both stared seductively at me. I wasted no more of our short time diving into their essences.

     The sounds of their moans sounded like old school rhythm and blues to me as my tongue and lips strummed and fiddled their music boxes. I took my time as if I had all the time in the world now and sucked on Lor'eal's clit while fingering Lor'eann's love hole. Then I flicked my tongue on Lor'eann's clit while I rubbed Lor'eal's. They moaned in unison as I sucked, licked, kissed, nibbled, and slurped on both of their dripping beauties as if it was only Lor'eal and I like old times.

     My hands were occupied with one of each of their breasts, their nipples getting harder between my thumb and index finger as their pussies got wetter  between my lips. Fuck that, my hands and mouth was all over the both of their sexy asses. I was impressed with my damn self. I can only imagine what penetrating one while feasting on the other was like.

     They moved in unison, moaned in unison, and even came in unison as both of their bodies convulsed as if they were having seizures. I didn't stop licking or sucking or slurping; I wanted to taste every last drop of the both of them. 

     They both tasted sweeter than anything I've ever had in my life. I couldn't believe that I was lucky enough to be the man that Lor'eal chose to live out all of her fantasies through. And I would continue to let her use me for every fantasy that she had. I wanted her to take advantage of me.

     "Lor'eal was right Doc, you do make me feel really good. I fell in love with your mouth already," the one named Lor'eann offered.

     I couldn't do anything but smile and hope that my excitement didn't show like my stiff dick was showing through my slacks. I eyed the digital clock on my desk; I had made the two most gorgeous women I've ever had the pleasure of pleasing cum with five minutes to spare. I hated that it had to end and that they had to leave.

     "Lor'eal as always, the pleasure is most definitely mine. When can I see you again?"

     By now, the beautiful pair was fully dressed and just in time as I heard a tap at my office door.

     "My next fantasy Dr. Feel Good," Lor'eal responded before she walked out of my office, hopefully not for six months this time. Who am I fooling? I'll be right here in this office waiting for her like a love sick puppy waiting for his human.

     "Until next time Doctor!"
    

Sleeping In The Bed You Made

     Being a councilman has it perks, despite being a black man in politics. It's uncommon yes and I didn't think that I would be here when I was growing up as a child on the south side of Atlanta; I always wanted to play sports and be in somebody's major league. I was attracted to the glitz and glam of having a lot of money, nice things, and women throwing themselves at you. My position of power has afforded me somewhat of the same opportunities. I didn't make nearly as much as an NBA player but I made a six figure salary and that was enough to have women throw themselves at me. 

     I, of course, drove the best car that I could afford; one thing that attracted women to me and I loved the attention. I didn't care that they only cared for the money, I was getting what I wanted in the end and that was to control their mind and bodies with my mouth and penis. What can I say, I love women! Black, white, Asian, Hispanic, I love them all if they were attractive. 
     
     My obsession, for a lack of a better word, with women has led me to where we are now and why I am in a therapist's office waiting to be seen by someone who thinks that I have a problem. These muthafuckas coming at me with some sexual addiction bullshit. I am simply a man that loves sex but they say I fit the qualities of an individual that is obsessed with sexual thoughts; thoughts which interfere with my ability to work properly, have relationships, and go about my daily activities. Like I said, I call bullshit!

     I've been in this game and in politics for a decade now and I can admit I have made some mistakes along the way. Their names are Chy'anne, Lyrica, Mina, and Aubree. These four women are my wives. How did I end up in this fucked up situation? Where do I start?

     I met Mina first. She is my Blasian wife; her mother African American and her father is from Thailand. She was my manicurist before I made her fine ass quit and moved her into my five bedroom, four bathroom home. I was infatuated with her beauty and waking up to her pretty ass face sucking my dick every morning. She really did love me long time. She loved sucking my dick more than she loved taking it but her pussy was like steak and lemonade too. We never went out much but we made up for that time with sex. I knew I wanted her to be with me forever because I never knew what it felt like to want head and pussy; she gave it to me in abundance.

     Not long after marrying Mina, my snow bunny Chy'anne came along. She was the baddest white woman I had ever seen the day we locked eyes at the gym we happened to be in at the same time. She was there for a yoga class and her yoga pants couldn't tame the monkey that was peeking at me from between her juicy thighs. My eyes were fixated on her phat ass pussy. I had never been with a white girl up till that point so of course I jumped on the opportunity to have my dick sucked by one; I heard they were the best! Long story short, I made her wifey after she sucked my soul through my dick. I was in love with her deep throat game.

     Aubree was an intern with my campaign office. She was already interested in me which is why she joined my campaign team. I am sure that she had no idea that I was a freak with two wives who lived in separate cities so that they would never find out about each other. All they knew was that their husband was a politician and always busy and spent long nights at his office working. They never questioned me or my whereabouts so stringing Aubree along for my benefit was easy. She offered me great sex as well, and she was much younger than me; my pretty young thing as I referred to her. She had a lot of energy and stamina and loved riding my well endowed penis until she couldn't feel her legs anymore. I loved watching her fat round ass bounce and wiggle up and down my dick. She wasn't as good at sucking dick as she was popping that pussy but I had other wives for that. She was down for me and showed me her worth during my campaign so she soon became another wife too.
  
     I was a busy man with work and three women to take care of financially and sexually and emotionally but that didn't stop me for marrying Lyrica six months after I met her. She is that down ass around the way black Queen that every black man needs in his life. My other wives loyalty didn't compare to Lyrica's. She would hide a body for me if I needed her too with no questions asked. She cooked, she cleaned, and she fucked me good on a regular and was the nastiest of them all. She was my squirter, my porn star, my stripper, my sex slave. I am in love with her the most. And unfortunately, she is the reason why I am here. This therapist that we are seeing, is her best-friend and Lyrica found out about my other "situations." Now she has a secret to tell me and an ultimatum for her to keep her mouth shut. She is threatening to tell them and my colleagues, This shit will ruin my career and life! The one that I trusted the most and loved the most now had my entire life and career in the palm of her french manicured hands. I dreaded seeing her walk through that office door......

TO BE CONTINUED....

Love Incarcerated

     I gotta be out my damn mind quitting a $25 an hour government job to make $10 less per hour just to see this nigga. I know it sounds crazy but I love him just that much. And sitting here in this interview is proof of how much I love his ass even though he ain't no good for me. I knew that much before I married him yet I still married him. Good sex will make a bitch go crazy and I was one of those bitches. Not to mention he rescued me from my abusive pimp and took care of me, put me through school, fed me, clothed me, and held me down until I finished and got a real job. 

     The interview at the sate penitentiary where my husband was housed for aggravated robbery, among other charges, went great. I knew that my credentials would secure the position as a corrections officer. Obviously, I didn't care for the money; I need my husband and he needs me. How he makes me feel, no one else can do that for me. If this is what I gotta do to be with him, then I will do it. I made a vow to that man, through thick and thin and for better or worse; this was our worse. 

     Within a week, I was in uniform going through orientation and training. My husband had no idea what I was up to. He was nine months in on a sixteen year bid so this would be a surprise for him. I haven't seen him at all because I knew that I couldn't visit and apply for a job at the same prison and eventually I knew that I would get figured out. But now that I'm here, we'll be hugging, kissing, sucking, fucking, licking, and whatever else he wanted to do. My pussy was getting wet during orientation just thinking about it. 

     Two weeks later, I was now a corrections officer on duty and on a mission. I learned of my husband's location in the prison during a tour of the facility. I seen him but he didn't see me see him. The first chance I got I would catch him alone and swallow his dick to let him know and show him what was good. I had been doing my research over the past two weeks and I know that he worked in the kitchen. I figured out when to catch him and where. I am getting excited for so many reasons. The thrill of getting caught, the sneaking around, not to mention the dick game is strong and got me hooked like Newports.

     I watched my husband's every move for the first week and a half or so to get a feel of his routine and a feel of the other officers. I didn't need anybody hating or cock blocking my shit. The opportunity I was waiting for would soon come. But I definitely wasn't expecting what came with it. 

     "What the fuck Vaughn!"

     "Celeste!? What the fuck is you doing here? And in a fucking CO's uniform?"

     Here this nigga was with another nigga bent over an old broken desk in a storage closet, fucking the hell outta his ass and he was asking me questions. I am livid and confused and hurt. My husband was already turned out! 

     "Nigga you gay now?" 

     "It ain't what it look like Les. It's just a piece of ass, no different from one of these bitches you think I be fucking with."

     

     I wanna slap the hell out of his ass for thinking I'm stupid. It's sad how much he knows me and knows what to say to keep me. 

     "I got needs Les. What am I suppose to do for sixteen fucking years huh? Did you come here for me?"

     "I did but I don't know no more now. I quit my job to apply here just so I can be with you. Look like you moved on already."

     I am big salty! And feel like a damn fool standing here with my husband and his butt buddy.

     "We can still be together baby. We can all be one big happy family. I'm with you when you here and with him when you ain't. I love you so much. You my rider that's why I married you and not them other hoes."

     He was right about that, I was his rider and would do whatever for him just to be with him. And he knew it too. And again he was right, I'd do anything to be with him, even if it meant sharing him with another man......

TO BE CONTINUED....

     

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If Fucking You Is Wrong: When The Wife Is The Other Woman

     It turns me on the way that her body trembles and shivers when he is sucking, licking, and kissing on the treasure chest between her smooth chocolate thighs. He  uses both hands to grab a handful of booty and shove her pussy harder into his face. I can tell that he enjoyed pleasing and satisfying the young gorgeous woman. I would too as she was young, ripe, vibrant, fresh, and hadn't been around the block. My pussy was moistening up my lace boy shorts just watching the way her sexy ass body moved.

     I always watch secretly, quietly, and from a distance. I wanna touch myself but I'm afraid I will enjoy it too much and moan out loud, revealing my voyeuristic act. Either way I wouldn't really care because this man and this woman that I was watching was my husband and our babysitter. Of course they have no idea that I know about their affair, let alone that I watch them fuck every chance that they get. I wouldn't care about their embarrassment or about how they felt about me watching and keeping from them that I knew. They were more wrong than I was. Especially my beloved husband.

     He didn't fuck me or suck my soul outta my pussy like he did for her. I didn't squirt with immense pleasure like he made her do. So I got my enjoyment from her enjoyment as odd as it may sound. I watched him make her cum on our bed that we shared, on the backseat of his car, on top of our washing machine and even late one night outside behind our house when he thought I was drunk and passed out. He had little miss hottie bent over our lawn furniture table hitting her from the back and covering her mouth so that me or the neighbors wouldn't hear. She was cumming so much that night she could barely stand so he laid her on her back on the table and stroked her little pussy until she couldn't take it anymore and lost control. We've been married ten years and his dick was as good as it was ten years earlier so I knew she was loving it and him.

     Well, as far as I can remember. I was in a terrible accident several years ago which paralyzed me from the waist down. We stopped having sex a long time ago which is why I turn the other cheek to him breaking his vows and fucking the eighteen year old babysitter. I'm a real bitch and I know a man has needs and my man has needs that I can't fulfill. I will never be looked at the way that he looks at her, he will never kiss me so passionate and deep. I will never get a back massage while getting stroked from the back. I miss all those things with my husband and don't understand why he just won't divorce me. I guess this feeling is what they mean by for better or for worse.

    

Excerpt: Lovin A Gangsta Ain't Easy: Jacinda & Mikah's Love Story (introducing the ruthless Ebony Black)

     Shut the fuck up, bitch! Where the fuck is Mikah’s money, you drugged out whore!? You must think that this shit is a game, huh, bitch?” Ebony barked. “Mikah don’t play about his money, now either you pay up or you lay down! What the fuck is it going to be?”

Ebony had a frail, deep brown toned broad in the back seat of her tinted out 2017 Audi A4 with the barrel of a gun pointed at her head. The terrified woman was screaming for her life. The woman had a drug debt with Mikah that she hadn’t paid in weeks. She was ducking and dodging his phone calls and other attempts to contact her, and that didn’t sit well with Mikah at all. Ebony Black was his bottom bitch and he knew that she would get the money owed to him one way or another. Ebony was gorgeous but dangerous as well.

The frightened heroin addicted woman screamed again in response to Ebony’s inquiry. Ebony smacked her across the face with the butt of the gun, busting her nose and causing it to leak like a faucet.

“Bitch, now I gotta fuck you up for bleeding all over my custom upholstered interior! You ain’t got money to clean this shit up, you can’t even support your fucking drug habit, you fucking junkie!”

“Please! I can get Mikah’s money right now! Please, just don’t kill me!” the strung-out lady pleaded with Ebony. “Let me go in the house and get it. I just got my disability on the first.”

Ebony let the woman’s nappy and matted weave go.

“Bitch, you got sixty motherfucking seconds to have Mikah’s money in my hand. I’m watching your every move too, so don’t make me come in there looking for you, or it’s going to get uglier than those beat-up ass shoes that you wearing! Understood!?”

The middle-aged woman, who had visibly been on drugs for most of her adulthood, shook her head frantically, letting it be known that she understood Ebony’s demands. She exited the vehicle, her nose dripping on the pavement as she bolted across the parking lot of the apartment complex they were in into her apartment unit. Ebony watched closely to see which door she went into in case she had to act on the promise she had just made. She didn’t make threats and that was how she earned her spot as Mikah’s bottom bitch.

Ebony watched the digital clock on the deck in her vehicle’s dashboard change to the next minute, signaling that the junkie’s sixty seconds were up. She was anxious and finicky, so what was only sixty seconds felt like sixty minutes. She was on a mission and she wasn’t going to let Mikah down and possibly lose her spot on the throne. She worked hard to get to the position she was in, and she knew that one day,  she and Mikah would be together and would retire with all the money they would ever need. Maybe move to an island or something and have some pretty ass babies. Ebony was always there for Mikah. Any time of day or night, if he called, she answered, and did whatever it was that he needed her to do with no complaints, attitudes, or questions asked.

Mikah saved Ebony from herself. She was a little hood rat girl with no education and a pussy and pretty face. She was getting nowhere in life fast when she met Mikah, when she was just sixteen years old. Ever since then, Big Daddy Mikah and Ebony Black, the alias he gave her, had been wrecking shit and rocking heavy.

Ebony got out of her car and headed to the door that she saw the dope fiend go into. Without even knocking on the door, Ebony upped her gun and shot through the door and at the locks on the door. Ebony was a petite woman but strong for her size. The streets raised her somewhat well. She kicked in the door of the apartment. She saw where her bullets hit random targets inside of the unit.

“This bitch think it’s a fucking game I see,” she spoke of the woman as the sixty seconds came to an end.

“Where the fuck you at, bitch!? I told yo’ stupid ass sixty seconds. Are you fucking retarded too?”

Ebony heard a noise coming from the back of the apartment. She upped her gun because she didn’t know who else was possibly in there with her. She strolled calmly through the apartment, checking in closets and rooms and behind closed doors until she found her target.

“What the fuck!?” Ebony shouted

The woman was in the middle of shooting up heroin when Ebony walked in, startling her. They were most likely some of the drugs that she owed Mikah for. And if they weren’t, that meant she was buying drugs elsewhere with the money that she owed Mikah. Either way, the bitch had to be made an example out of. Ebony walked over to the high woman who was already to the point of no return and was oblivious to the danger she was in, almost like she had forgotten that Ebony was even waiting for her.

Ebony hit her on the back of her head with the gun. The woman fell unconscious, hitting her head on the table she was sitting at to prepare her dose of high. Blood poured from a wound on her head this time and she didn’t move. Ebony was satisfied with that. She was a strung-out druggie in a drug infested neighborhood that was found in an apartment filled with drugs. If the police found her, whether it was dead or alive, Ebony would be the last person on their radar. Plus, that was Mikah’s hood. The people that lived there knew not to talk about nothing that they saw or heard or they could very well end up like the woman that was unconscious and bleeding profusely from her head lying on the floor. Ebony retreated to her car, but not before ransacking the place looking for the money the woman claimed she had. She found it in a shoe box under a bed. It was more than enough. Ebony called Mikah.

“Hey, daddy! I got your money. I’m coming to see you now!”

School Daze (They Never Said College Would Be Like This)

     It's my first year of college, mid-spring in the south, and the weather ain't the only thing that's got me hot right now. Even at 2 a.m. it's hot as fuck outside and in this bedroom, even with the air conditioner on. I'm naked as I lay in my bed, my thick 5'9 190lbs frame looking ample and delicious. PB, as I call him, got his full juicy ass lips on my pussy, French kissing her with his tongue like he loves her. And he do, that's why he keep coming back for more. PB be sucking, kissing, and licking on this tasty pussy of mine at least 3 days a week. Not to mention, he make me cum with more than just his mouth, he's an incredible lover.

     Don't judge me but it all started one night when he snuck into my bedroom through my bedroom window. I reside in off-campus housing not too far from campus. My house is an average house in an average neighborhood big enough to be used for student housing. I was startled of course and nervous. Who this man was or what he wanted I didn't know and wasn't sure if I wanted to find out. After all, he wasn't threatening, he hadn't approached me yet, I didn't see any weapons in his hand, and he wore a wife beater and basketball shorts. That didn't mean he couldn't strangle my ass though so I was ready for a fight if need be. I studied the man and he was fine. I could see his physique through his T-shirt. I thought to myself he couldn't handle a full lady like me but boy was I so wrong.

     But anyway, I noticed his dick print as it was very thick and he didn't look at all erect. I was in bed so I only had on boy shorts and a baby tee so my ass and titties was everywhere. I got up to prepare myself for defense mode not even thinking about how voluptuous and tempting I looked. The handsome man's eyes lit up and I noticed the print in his shorts get bigger. He was very well endowed and suddenly my mood changed. Everything about him was perfect physically. There was still the issue of why he was in my bedroom in the first place.
"Is there something that you want?" I asked the man.
He replied with a simple, "you!"

     That turned me on even more! I strutted over to the man and before I could make it across the room he grabbed me and started kissing me. I felt how full his lips were then and he was a great kisser. The lips between my legs started throbbing for a kiss. He must've read my mind because he picked my thick ass up and carried me to my bed, where he laid me down and slid my panties off. He smiled at the sight of my juicy Brazilian waxed kitty. He immediately started kissing and sucking on my lips before he used his tongue to spread them apart. He sucked gently on my clit as his tongue caressed it. I was getting wet as hell. I felt two fingers slide in my pussy and begin to stroke my g-spot in a come hither motion. This muthafucka knew what he was doing. I'd had sex before but never gotten head like that before. I mean, I was a freshmen in college and only 19. I didn't have much experience and neither did the few guys I messed with. He had to be older because he was definitely more experienced.

     Before I knew it I was cumming but this wasn't like normal for me. It was a lot, like a water faucet, and it squirted everywhere. I knew what had happened because of what I hear and see and read. I was embarrassed but he seemed to love it. He licked his lips as he pulled down his shorts exposing his delectable looking dick. To this day this shit is still crazy. He penetrated my rain forest and handled business like I was Jane and he was Tarzan. He felt so good the first stroke in and it was then that I realized what I was doing, letting a complete stranger fuck me without any protection. At least I was on fucking birth control.

     The damage was done and I knew that I would be at the clinic first thing in the morning. So I said fuck it as I grabbed my ankles for him to go deeper. I spread my pussy wide open and let him in as his big ass thick ass dick slid in and out my pussy making me feel like he was giving her a massage. He had great stroke as he moved his hips different directions hitting different spots. I was shivering and shaking the whole time. And when he hit it from the back, he had my face down and my ass in the air. He had my ass locked in place as he shoved every inch of himself in my pussy and kept his weight in it as he dug deeper, swimming around in the ocean he was creating. I will never forget that night.

     And here we are now, several weeks later. My pussy bandit, PB for short, is making me squirt with his mouth again, this time he's drinking it up. I got tested right after that first encounter and I'll be damned I was clean. I couldn't wait to see him again and hoped that I would. I never seen him around campus, ever. Where he came from i still don't know. We never even asked each others names but one thing we did know about each other, sex with us is amazing. I'm just happy that I got three more years of school left....

   

Crazy Love V (The Final Chapter)

I concocted the perfect plan to get Lor'eal back in my office in less than the 168 hours that I had to wait to see her again. At least, I hoped that it was the perfect plan. Our infatuation with each other and our secret rendezvous already had me walking on thin ice with my career. I couldn't help it though. I had an addiction as well; it was Lor'eal. I was supposed to be helping her but I was now a lost cause wen it came to her. I risked losing my job for her, just to keep seeing her and fucking her and making sweet love to her and learning as much as I can about her. She is beautiful, captivating, and intriguing and I became even more captivated and intrigued when she let me inside her palace. I knew that I was the subject of her fantasy and I loved every bit of it.

I had it figured out...Lor'eal's only problem was sexual addiction. She had myself and everyone else employed at the psyche hospital I worked at fooled believing she was in fact in need of a mental evaluation and help. She played mute for weeks on end as to not sound as if she didn't really belong here. She had her pickings of doctors as I was not the only young black male doctor employed by the mental hospital. I guess her sharper than we had originally thought mind had a great dick radar that alerted her when I came around. I am glad it did. Lor'eal was the best thing in my life right now and that is why I had to make arrangements to see her.    

And right on time, just as scheduled, she was escorted into my office by one of the other doctors on staff. Lor'eal was quiet; she deserved an Oscar or Grammy for the role that she had been playing all along. I smiled on the inside. "Thanks Doc. I will take it from here." I could hardly wait to get my hands on her curvaceous body, my lips on both pairs of lips on her amazing body. "Lor'eal sweetie. I told you I got us. I want you to trust me." I told her in a calm voice. "I am glad that you kept your word to me Doctor Feel Good! My pussy misses you. She has been going crazy for you." She gave me a seductive look that screamed for me to come and devour her. "That's what I like to hear Lor'eal! You know how I feel about you already so let me just show you."

I grabbed her by her plump ass, squeezing it and pulling her closer to me. She kissed me immediately and deeply. Her kiss spoke so may words and I responded back with my fingers fondling her vulva. "Doctor Feel Good you always make me feel so good. Your wife is a lucky woman." This woman didn't even care to know if I was married or not, she was that into me. "I'm not married Lor'eal. No girlfriend, no kids." Her face lit up as a smiled covered it. "You know I'm not crazy right Doc?" She asked as she started to unzip my slacks exposing my rock hard dick that had a curve that I knew she enjoyed very much so. She creamed on my dick with every stroke of it. Had my shit looking like a glazed donut and I loved it. "I figured that out Lor'eal baby but I must admit that you had me stumped for a while. It was mind boggling and intriguing me at the same time. I will say that I am glad you chose to use me for your fantasy. You are fulfilling mine as well." And she was. It wasn't really a fantasy until I met her. It actually had never even crossed my mind until I met this beautiful woman. I am glad that I did meet her though.

She covered the entire length of my dick with her warm and moist mouth and throat. I groaned in satisfaction. She had no gag reflex so I was sliding in and out of her throat with great ease. I felt the muscles of her esophagus contracting on my dick as I slid in and out like her tongue a surfboard and I was on it in her ocean. She cuffed my balls gently, caressing them and bringing me closer to that rush that we both chased when we met for our sessions. I felt it coming and immediately I was cumming. Lor'eal surprised me when she swallowed my dick and the creamy contents that were pouring out from it. She was no longer holding back now that her secret was out. I moaned out loud making her laugh. I really couldn't help it, the shit felt so good.

I kissed her because I didn't mind putting my mouth on her lips after she had sucked my soul out of me. I was still stiff and wanted to cum inside the comforts of her walls. I picked her up and carried her to the chaise that I grew to love because of the things Lor'eal and I did on it, laying her down gently. She arched her back from the coolness of the leather that covered the luxurious piece of furniture and as she did so, more of her juicy pussy exposed itself. I didn't want her to waste another drop so I started sucking and licking away at her dripping beauty. She moaned in delight as I licked up and down her vulva, caressing her clit with my tongue and lips, making her shiver, tremble, and cum. I took my tongue from her asshole all the way up to her clit and back down again, penetrating her tunnel of love along the way so that I can taste the honey that was flowing from her temple. She tasted so sweet like she prepared her meal for me just the way I like it. I didn't want to stop drinking form her fountain but I also wanted to feel those juices on my dick as her pussy hugged on it like she missed it. In one swift motion, Lor'eal's legs where spread eagle, her ankles in my hands as I watched myself slowly entering and exiting her castle walls. She ad the prettiest pussy ever, it was bare and I can see everything that I was doing to it. I could see it pulsating as she hugged and came all over my dick. I was in heaven on Earth inside of Lor'eal. I love watching me stroke that pussy, making her body do crazy things. She wasn't going crazy but her body was. She was so wet and squirting all over the imported Italian leather chaise. I wanted her to squirt in my mouth so I gave her a few more grand strokes and when I felt her muscles squeezing me I went for a dive to drink up all she was pouring me. That shit had me feeling like I was about to cum so I shoved all my dick back inside of her so that I can feel myself fill her up. It was intense as we both groaned out in immense pleasure, trying to muffle our sounds of fucking.

We sat there, panting and looking at each other with so much desire and lust in our eyes. I can tell she wanted to fuck me so more just as bad as I wanted to fuck her some more but our hour of passion had come to an end. She got up and spoke to me she got herself together. " Doctor Feel Good, you are the best I ever had! I thank you for fulfilling my fantasy far beyond my expectations. I am being discharged today. It has been great really." Her words shook me to my core as she sashayed away from me towards my office door. She took one last look back at me, winking, before she left me standing where I was this time with a soft dick. Devastated that my fantasy was over......

Excerpt from the future bestseller LAW ABIDING FREAK by: Author Mo'Nik

MALIYAH LOVE

Maliyah knocked on the door belonging to the room that she always met her client Ian in but not before doing a quick sweep of herself. Everything was tight and in place. Ian answered the door to the room with a smile pasted across his face. He was a handsome man who stood six feet tall with deep brown skin. Broad shoulders sat upon a great body and he always smelled good. Issey Miyake was his scent and it never played out to her.

“Hello Ian. It is so nice to see you again. It’s always my pleasure,” Jacinda said in a sultry and seductive tone.

“Maliyah you look amazing as always. And trust the pleasure is all mine. Damn you fine,” Ian said in his baritone voice his smile growing bigger.

He eyed Maliyah from the top of her wig down to her polished toes. Maliyah Love was the name she chose to adopt when she began working for Peach Flavored, one of Atlanta’s most elite and prestigious escort services, almost a year ago. Peach Flavored had an extensive list of clients that included city officials, pastors, judges, law enforcement officers, and celebrities. Each one of the escorts that worked for the company had to sign a sworn affidavit of secrecy. You weren’t to mention names, positions, titles or whatever went down, to absolutely anyone. That was perfectly fine with Jacinda Whitaker also known as Maliyah Love who couldn’t risk her true identity being discovered. She never made friends with any of the other ladies as it was strictly handling her business to her. She damn sure didn’t need the money. She just wanted the sex.

Ian took a step back and opened the door, motioning with his free hand for Maliyah to come in.

“Please Maliyah come inside.”  

She entered the very elegant room that was painted in white and gold, smiling a little because Ian had great taste. He is a thirty six year old real estate investor who is single and never been married with no children.  Ian was just a bachelor who was living life to the fullest. That’s what she liked most about him. Maliyah wasn’t supposed to fraternize with her clients but Ian paid for her time so he could use it as he wished. She made every minute worth her client’s money. Peach Flavored charged fifteen thousand dollars for three hours of time and she earned forty-five percent of that which was direct deposited into a secret account that she didn’t even touch. The money was cool but she didn’t do it for the money. She had a strong desire for sex, great sex. Maliyah’s appetite was insatiable. She didn’t bother with being in a relationship nor did she want to be in one. She had yet to find anyone that was able to satiate her.

Her thoughts suddenly and unexpectedly trailed off to Rashon Pierre. She met him at a Barnes & Noble Bookstore oddly enough. He had reached for the same law book as her. The moment his hand touched hers she felt a wave of excitement and curiosity sweep over her. She yearned for sex just that much and she always has, ever since she got her first dose when she lost her virginity.

To her delight, the young butterscotch brother was fine as hell. He smiled at her with the biggest, brightest smile she had ever seen. Almost immediately she felt the urge to kiss him and she wanted to taste him. Jacinda bit her bottom lip trying to fight temptation as she smiled back. The brother introduced himself as Rashon Pierre, a law student that was new to the area. At the time so was she so they hit it off immediately. He invited her out that same night and a few drinks later she was in his college dorm with her pedicure toes pointed towards the ceiling as one of his college roommates masturbated to them from across the room. As far as sex goes the two of them had plenty of it. They would hook up several times throughout the week. Meeting in the library, the dean’s office, a janitor’s closet, and wherever else they could sneak into. It was thrilling for a young Jacinda and the sex wasn’t the best but it was consistent and easily accessible. She got bored after a few months and just started ignoring his phone calls and other attempts to contact her.

Maliyah snapped back to reality following Ian to the double king size bed that was draped in white silk sheets.

“You sure know how to get a woman in the mood Ian,” Jacinda stated when she noticed the apple cinnamon candles burning around the sleeping area, casting shadows off the wall and filling the room with the sweet aroma.

Ian was one of her favorite clients. Maliyah saw him three times a week most months. He felt the same way she did about sex, loving to have it without the strings attached. It was easier for him to call Peach Flavored for what he needed instead of his phone blowing up with calls from thirsty gold digging women who wouldn’t and couldn’t satisfy him.

“Bring your sexy ass here lady. I want some of that pussy in my face.”

Ian sat at the foot end of the bed grabbing Maliyah by her tiny waist. His hands traced her curvaceous body along her hips and down her thighs. Soon his hands were under her dress, his strong fingers twirling in her pussy. Maliyah felt herself start to get hot and wet. It was a long day at the office and she needed to release some stress.

She slid the dress off her shoulders letting it fall to the floor and revealing her ample body. She pushed Ian back onto the bed while he was still at the edge straddling him still in his suit and tie. Maliyah gave him a sexy wink before climbing on to his face and instantly she felt a rush. The force of his tongue on her clitoris made her explode right away.

“Oh my fucking goodness!” left her lips as her body trembled on his face. “You did want this pussy in your face huh?”

Ian grasped her thigh in response and to let her know not to move as he hadn’t had his fill yet. She leaned forward and gripped the sheets as she rode his face like a wild horse popping her clit in and out of his mouth. Maliyah grinded her hips as he sucked, licked, and nibbled at her dripping beauty. He didn’t stop until she came once more making her sweet nectar cover his face like sticky glaze on a Krispy Kreme donut.

Maliyah collapsed beside Ian from the intensity of her orgasm. “Your mouth is amazing Ian.” Her breathing was heavy but steady.

Maliyah closed her eyes for a brief moment and when she opened them again Ian was completely undressed and his Magnum covered dick was standing at attention, ready for its mission to conquer Maliyah’s vagina. She spread her thighs open, inviting him to play in her wonderland. “That pretty muthafucka taste like my mama peach cobbler.” He wrapped his right arm around her body and lifted her carrying her from the edge where they were sitting to the middle of the huge bed. As Ian eased Maliyah down he eased himself inside of her honey pot. She arched her back opening herself even more and allowing Ian’s mixing spoon to go deeper. She nibbled her bottom lip trying to hold back moans.

“Ian that stroke on you feels good baby,” Maliyah moaned. He was a good lover but love wasn’t what she was looking for. Maliyah needed a good fucker.

“I want to feel you inside of me hitting it from the back,” she whispered in his ear between the moans.

Her level of comfort was slowly dropping. Missionary was more of an intimate position, as great as it felt, but intimacy is a no-no in the business she was in.

Like he was Tarzan and she was Jane Ian scooped Maliyah up in his arms and flipped her over onto her stomach. Maliyah giggled.

“You know I like it rough big daddy.”

He reached around and placed his hand on her abdomen, lifting it and making her raise her ass off the bed slightly. He held on to her waist like they were reigns on a horse, keeping her in that position as he plunged deep into her sea. Swimming in Maliyah’s ocean was the best feeling to Ian next to seeing her beautiful face enjoying his love stroke. Her pussy felt good with a condom on so he imagined what she felt like without one.

Ian moved his hands from Maliyah’s waist and placed them on her shoulders. With a gentle force he held her face down ass up as he continued to power drive his dick harder and deeper into her throbbing, dripping twat.

“You are so wet Maliyah you are drowning my dick,” Ian groaned. “I didn’t bring a life jacket with me.” Maliyah moaned out in immense pleasure as she came yet again gripping the soaked sheets.

“Damn Ian baby you are making me cum again. You are the reason why I am dripping wet and drowning your shit”

At the same moment Ian squealed out in delight while releasing all of his children into the rubber love glove that he wore. It was now his turn to collapse beside Maliyah’s sweat drenched temple.

She climbed out of the bed and headed across the room, which no longer smelled of apples and cinnamon but now of sweat and sex, to the bathroom.

“Meet me in the shower Ian and don’t keep me waiting.”

Within sixty seconds, Maliyah was bracing herself on a towel rack as Ian drilled her from behind with the steamy water surrounding them.

“Keep fucking me just like that Ian,” Maliyah requested. “I want to feel every inch of that dick inside me.” Soon the walls were bleeding with beads of sweat and they both were cumming again as the bathroom filled with oh yes baby and oh shit.”

A couple more rounds of fucking in random spots all over the hotel room and Maliyah and Ian’s three hours came to an end. Maliyah always hated this part of her dates. She was never fulfilled sexually. They said their goodbyes leaving Maliyah to get ready for her second date. She picked up the courtesy phone in the room to call her next client.

“Hello, Milton? This is Maliyah Love, are we still on for twelve thirty tonight?” There was a brief pause while Maliyah waited for the man’s answer. “Great! I will see you then!”

She went to her car to retrieve her overnight bag which contained her change of clothes, a different wig, and hygiene essentials. Milton was a new client and this would be their first date together. Maliyah would adapt to his preferences over time.

Maliyah quickly showered and got dressed putting a new scent on her velvety skin, Michael Kors Sexy Sunset. She headed out the door of the hotel suite to her next destination, the Double Tree by Hilton hotel in Roswell, fifteen miles north of Atlanta. At twelve twenty-five a.m. Maliyah was looking for Milton in the lobby of the classy hotel.

She noticed a guy matching the description she was given with his back to her across the lobby. She approached the man.

“Milton Pryce?” The man turned to face Maliyah.

A look of shock covered his face when their eyes met. Maliyah’s heart started beating twice as fast when she realized who was standing in front of her.

“Ra-Rashon,” she managed to stutter.

“Jacinda!” Rashon shot back. “Just the person I have been looking for.”

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Am I My Brother's Keeper? Part Dos

The look on Aniece face when she seen her fiancee' walk through her front door was priceless. Tears immediately began to flow down her bright red cheeks. Here she was, butt ass naked, bare pussy and titties out, in front of her man in his wedding tuxedo and his brother whom is also her lover. I can imagine how she was feeling but I didn't care about how my brother was feeling. It was time he knew the truth whether she told him or not!

"Tylan, what the fuck is going on here!? You been fucking my bitch nigga?"

"Ain't that what it look like!? That is exactly what I have been doing and your bitch loves it! We been fuckin for three years nigga that's how much she loves it." I could see Aniece on the bed we had just finished soaking up with our love juices in a fetal position sobbing. "Aniece, baby, it's okay. He was going to find out sooner or later. Better now than later."

"Baby!?" Tyrin said appalled. "Aniece, you got my brother calling you baby and shit? You need to get the fuck up and come talk to me now before it get ugly in this muthafucka and we all be on the ten o'clock news for a double homicide-suicide." Aniece froze in place looking back and forth frantically between my beloved brother and I, her fiancee' and her lover. "Tylan, I never told you that I wanted to be with you or that I loved you. The sex was amazing yes but I never said I wanted this to happen. You wanted this to happen. Tyrin sweetheart, HE wanted you to find out like this!" She pleaded with Tyrin right in front of my face like she didn't just leave him at the alter because she was getting dicked down by me. How would she or he explain that to our parents and all the wedding guests in the first place.

"So that's what it is Aniece!? You go play me like we ain't been fuckin in that bed for three years? Fuckin in your kitchen, in your car, on your lunch break at work, in the park. That's how you go do me and you know I love you?"

"But I don't love you Tylan! I told you that I wanted to be with your brother and marry him. I got caught up in some good ass dick and head that's it."

"Since we being honest Aniece did you tell my brother that you been fuckin me because he don't fuck you good enough? Did you tell him you only with him for financial security and stability? No!? I will! Tyrin, ya bitch been fuckin me because you ain't fuckin her like me. Ya bitch only with you because you can provide for her. She don't love you, she loves the idea of you but she wants me. Her mind do and her body!"

"No the fuck I don't Tylan!" Aniece screamed at him. "I don't want you. All you have to offer is great fucking dick and head! I want Tyrin! I want you baby. Fuck him I promise!" That was all that I needed to hear. Three years of lying to my brother, my parents, hiding and being sneaky for a piece of pussy that don't even want me. I was about to lose my fuckin mind over this bitch. "You heard what she said nigga. She don't want you bruh. You was nothing but dick to her. That's all you have ever been to these bitches is dick because you don't have shit. You are not a man for real nigga." Now they were both standing here disrespecting me and my manhood like I didn't just make his bitch cum all over the mattress he would be sleeping on tonight. They both got me fucked all the way up.

Being that my dad was in the military, he was protective of his family and raised his boys to be protective of theirs so I knew Aniece had a gun in the house that my brother bought for her. I went to the spot I knew she kept it in because she told me on one of the many nights, or days, we had just fucked and was having pillow talk like she fuckin love me and shit. I was furious. My relationship with her was over and so was the relationship with my brother all because her dumb ass want to play me. "Tylan, what the fuck are you doing?" Aniece screamed again. "Shut up dumb bitch." I said as I struck her in the head with the butt of the gun. All I see is red! Tyrin came charging at me once he seen her fall to the floor unconscience. I wasn't about to let him get me first so I discharged the weapon he bought for the bitch I was fuckin that tried to play with my emotions and feelings I watched my brother collapse next to his fiancee' as blood drained from his now lifeless body. I swear I didn't want to kill him though.

"Aniece, get up baby! Please! I'm sorry! I was angry. You know I love you. Don't do this to me, to us." She wasn't moving and blood was leaking from a wound on her head. I checked for a pulse and there wasn't one. I didn't even realize I had hit her that hard. My brother was dead and my lover. I gotta get out of here and get rid of this fuckin gun. Someone will be here soon enough looking for the groom and his bride who had cold feet. I went into the kitchen to put the gun in the trash can to dispose of it at a different location. It was there in the trash can where I seen something I wish I never had....a positive pregnancy test. Aniece was pregnant with my baby.

Am I My Brother's Keeper?

Tyrin and I have always had a healthy sibling relationship. I have always been over-protective of him, as any big brother would be. We are four years apart and growing up, if he had to fight then so did I. We were raised by both parents who are still married till this day. Mom is a retired nurse, dad retired out of the Army. We went to the best schools and lived in the best neighborhoods. My family was tight knit and I love my baby brother dearly. Not only is he my brother, he is also my best friend. I am definitely my brother's keeper!

I love my brother, but I am not perfect. I fuck up sometimes and I fucked up in a big way and I don't even care to fix it. Tyrin is getting married today and although I should be ecstatic, he is marrying a woman that I am in love with. Her name is Aniece. Aniece and I have been fucking each other for the past three years and she has been with my brother for four years. And now they are getting married like she is just saying fuck me and how I feel. She knows how I feel about her but she loves my brother. The fact that I shouldn't be tasting and licking and sucking and loving this forbidden fruit makes me want to do all of that even more.

I know I should feel bad because I am the best man at my brother's wedding who has been fucking the groom's bride for years but I deserve her more than he does. I know he ain't fucking her like I do because she told me I fuck her better. But he is a better provider she says. I am not going out like that though. Wedding day or not, I need to be with her.

She had no idea that I would be at her house this morning waiting for her to return from her hair appointment. She had given me a key the same day she gave my brother one. I knew when and when not to come. Today though, I didn't care. "Tylan, what are doing here!? Shouldn't you be at the church getting ready for the wedding?" I didn't want to talk. I wanted to show her how much I wanted and needed her. I kissed her passionately and deeply as I started caressing her perky and firm breasts. "Tylan, we can't do this anymore. I will be your sister-in-law soon." She was moaning and losing her composure by the second, I know she wants me just as much as I want her.

I picked up my lover/soon-to-be sister-in-law and carried her to the bedroom she shared with my brother and the bedroom that we made love in so many times. I knew he wasn't coming home anytime soon as he was getting ready to marry my lady. In the back of my mind though, I was hoping he would come home and hear our loud moans and see her riding my dick like an equestrian and tell her the marriage was off. I gently laid Aniece on the bed as her dress came up above her waist, exposing that forbidden fruit that I had fallen in love with. She got out of the habit of wearing panties after we started fucking because we were always fucking damn near everyday. I ripped every pair she owned off her ass trying to get to her juice box. My brother would tell me every time he found a pair of torn panties in their garbage wondering how it happened and I would just laugh.

Me eating her pussy this time meant more for me than any other time. I had to go hard or go home for good. Her pussy was fat and her clit too. I sucked on it like my life depended on it and in a sense it did. She grabbed my locs pushing my face deeper into her pussy as my tongue penetrated her deep. Her body started to shiver as that first orgasm hit her; she always had multiple with me. That's why we should be together. She poured her sweet nectar all in my throat and all over my face and beard. She tastes so good. I am not going to stop drinking her water just yet though. This wasn't going to be the last time for us but I was going to make love to her like it was.

After she came all over my face some more leaving it looking like a glazed donut, I grabbed her ankles spreading her legs apart, her pussy dripping wet and swelling with pleasure that I gave her, not my brother. I let my basketball shorts drop to the floor as my hard dick entered her soft spot. "Aniece I know you like the way my dick feel inside that pussy that rightfully belongs to me. I know you love it like I love you. Look at those love faces while I'm stroking this pussy just like you like it. You don't want him. You want me. He don't make you feel good like I do." When we have sex, nothing or no one mattered and now wouldn't be any different or else she would be at that church marrying my brother by now. But she was here with me.

Orgasm after orgasm, minute after minute, the time passed us by unknowingly. By the time I wore her out and made her cum until she couldn't feel her legs anymore, the wedding had started; without a bride. She jilted my brother at the alter and I couldn't be happier. No sooner than I went to cut the shower on for us did my great brother come busting through the front door, tears on his face, wondering where his future wife was and why she was not at their wedding. I stood there in the middle of his bedroom butt ass naked, his fiancée, my lover, standing behind me naked, her body so perfect. Now all three of us were in the same room together, my brother realizing what was going on.....

Crazy Love IV

     Lor'eal's last words to me were "I have a fucking problem." They resonated in my head, playing over and over again. For months now, here I was, a highly educated and highly experienced psychiatrist, trying to figure out what was wrong with one of my patients, with no clues or ways of finding out what I needed to find out. She never spoke up until recently, always just seemed to gaze off into space. Mental illness was in her genetics so it was safe to assume that she was afflicted with one. And she was admitted to the psyche ward that I was employed with.

     I won't say that I am not pleased with her breakthrough though, if it was even that. Maybe it was a ploy all along to live out a fantasy that she always had; schizophrenic, bi-polar, or manic depressant patient is saved by a doctor with whom she falls in love with. Lor'eal had me feeling like I was Harley Quinn and she was the joker. I loved being a part of her fantasy if in fact that was the case, even though my job was put on the line the moment I entered her beautiful temple.

     I am currently waiting for Lor'eal and yet another session which has become what I look forward to lately. None of my other patients excite me as much anymore with their intriguing minds and stories of troubled pasts. I always look forward to just my sessions with Lor'eal and I know she looks forward to them with me as well. At the last session, her pussy was so wet and hot for me. My dick was getting hard just thinking about it. I didn't foresee a future with my crazy beauty but I was very much so enjoying the present and the past memories we created. And just as I am beginning to reminisce Lor'eal taps gently on my office door before letting herself in, taking me away from my fantasy into our reality. She turned the sign on the door around to say "Do Not Disturb: Session In Progress" before closing it behind her. This gorgeous woman was not mentally incapable at all. She knew what she wanted and did what she wanted to get it. "It's so very nice to see you again Dr. Feel Good," Lor'eal said to me with a smile. "I need help and only you have the cure to heal me." "The pleasure is all mine," I responded. "I always look forward to my sessions with you Lor'eal, now more than ever since we have began communicating with one another." She strutted seductively towards me, this time in just the standard hospital gown that every patient normally wore unless they made a special request and got special permission to wear what was considered "out-of-facility clothing". What her special request was to wear the previous dresses that made it easy for me to slide my spoon into her chocolate ice cream was unbeknownst to me but I appreciated her efforts thoroughly.

     We embraced each other in yet another passionate kiss. Our connection was way beyond that of a doctor and his patient; I knew this woman from another lifetime. I felt her hands begin to trace my body, her fingertips were soft and gentle making my manhood rise. Lor'eal felt it and let her hands trail down in between my groin, sticking them inside the crotch of my pants. She stroked the thickness and length of my now stiff dick. It felt amazing in her soft hands. I grabbed her breasts, fondling them while unsnapping buttons, letting the gown fall at her feet. I started kissing and licking and gently suckling on her breasts, not neglecting either of them. She moaned softly in pleasure. I let my tongue and mouth find it's way down to her juice box; for the past week I was thirsty for juice that only her fruit could produce. She was already juicy as I covered her pussy with my mouth. She was still standing so I got on my knees, raising one of her legs up and placing it on my shoulder, giving me VIP access to her palace. She wrapped her leg around my neck, holding my head in place and my mouth on her dripping pussy. She was already cumming and our "sessions" were an hour long.

     I not only was a doctor, I also was a bit of a fitness freak, working out in my spare time so I was pretty strong. I grabbed Lor'eal's other leg and placed it on my shoulder as she grabbed on to my head with both hands to keep balance. I went from a kneeling position to a standing position with her on my face as I walked toward the chaise that had stories to tell about us if it could talk. I laid her down on it as I continued to lick and suck and kiss away at her dripping beauty. Her body was shaking as I pulled my tongue out of her and kissed her, letting her taste why I loved tasting her. She stopped kissing me long enough to unbuckle my belt buckle and remove my pants. She smiled at the site of my penis. "I will act crazy for the rest of my life if it meant that I could have this inside of me everyday." "We could make that happen Lor'eal," I said excitedly. "Just open up to me more. Let me in. Tell me everything about you that you want me to know." "One day Dr. Feel Good," she whispered in my ear. "Right now, I want to feel you fill me up." I did as I was told like she was the doctor and I was her patient. She laid back on the chaise, spreading her legs wide for me to dive in.

     I stroked slowly in and out of her wet box. It was so slippery and I already felt a rush in my dick but I was not ready to fill her walls yet, well not with my children. I wanted to fill her walls with deep love strokes. I studied her love faces as I made love to her. After all, I was taught and trained to read body language and Lor'eal's was speaking loud and clear and I was becoming fluent in understanding it. She bit her full bottom lip, closed her eyes, and moaned. I kissed her to muffle the sounds of our love making. I grabbed one of her legs, placing it on my shoulder again. I brought my body close to hers as I dug as deep as I could to find that buried treasure that every woman had in their bodies. I found it immediately as I had gotten accustomed to how her pussy felt on my dick by now; every clench of the muscles, every spot that I've discovered thus far, every pussy contraction, every shiver and shake and tremble of her body. I learned a lot about Lor'eal only it was all physical.

     She was now drowning my canoe in her river as I was filling up her walls with my children. It felt so good busting a nut inside of this beautiful stranger I knew nothing about other than her age, that her parents had mental health issues, and she had a fucking problem that she used me to cure. I also knew that she wanted more than the weekly sessions she was getting. It was imperative now more than ever that I learned all I could so that I could make both our wishes come true. It was clear that this was not really the place for her and definitely not the place for us to rendezvous. "Lor'eal, we don't have much time now but I need you to talk to me. I can get you out of here and we can be more than just doctor and patient meeting once a week for sex. I want this. I want you. And if you want the same and you want me, you would tell me everything about you." Lor'eal began putting on her gown as she spoke, "I want this. I want you. I will do whatever it takes to keep getting fucked by you because you are the cure for my addiction. You're amazing in more ways than one," she replied as she kissed me. I smiled as she started towards the door. This by far was the best session with Lor'eal ever and pretty soon, this fantasy of ours will become a reality and we can always fulfill each other's fantasies. I know I always look forward to being inside her again and a week was not soon enough. I had to get her back in my office and on my chaise, desk, or floor again and I knew exactly what to do to make that happen for us....     

Twas The Day After Christmas (A Side Chick's Story) Part II

   

     I know the fuck this nigga didn't just say what the fuck I think he just said. The words are replaying in my head like a scratched up CD, "wife and kids." The nerve of this trifling ass nigga to come up in here and fuck me just to tell me he married with fucking kids! This is exactly why I need anger management, where the fuck is my gun?

     "Cardeeay you got me fucked up for the last time. You better be putting your clothes on and getting out of here." "Baby, just listen to me please! Just stop and listen to me. If you love me you will just listen to me," I heard my man that belonged to another woman pleading. If I was going to hear him out, I'll have my finger on the trigger ready for him to say some dumb shit. I loved him and could at least give him that. "What is there to say Cardeeay!? Married!? Really!? You got sixty seconds nigga," I said as I cocked my gun and pointed it at him. He been telling me for six months I was crazy. For the six months that he's been lying to me and her. How the fuck could I have not known?

     "Look, Kareema, I love you baby you know that. I saw you and I couldn't let you get away. And I know you love me." He tried to kiss me. I blocked his ass with a jab from the back of the gun to his gut. He bent over, grimacing in pain. "That's bullshit! You niggas kill me, always want to have your cake and eat it, too." "No Reem. I fucking love you! Yes, I lied to you but that don't change the way I feel about you. I can't leave you alone." "Yea OK," she retorted. "I bet you won't leave her for me, will you?"

     "Neither of you was supposed to find out yet. She noticed the amount of texts coming in at one time when you were cursing me out for not contacting you. I took it off silent waiting for my mom to call. I was truthful with her like I'm being truthful with you." I let a shot off into the air. "You got thirty seconds nigga," I threatened. I watched my man cowar behind my sofa. He been playing me for months and now I wanted my payback. "She knows about us. I told her I didn't want to leave you alone. She knows I love you." I pointed my gun at him now. He was not about to think he was just going to keep lying to me. "Cardeeay, you got away with this shit for six months but don't think for one second that I'm stupid. I will shoot your fuckin nuts off and neither one of us will be getting the dick anymore." I had no chill at the moment and I didn't care what happened. "Kareema, calm down. I'm not trying to leave you. I just need us to have an understanding."

     I strutted towards my lying man with the gun still pointed at him. I gave him a kiss; a deep, passionate kiss that let him know how hurt I was. I stopped kissing him only to hit him on the head this time with the butt of the gun. Blood started leaking from the wound it caused. "Do I look like a damn fool to you? What kind of understanding can we possibly come to?" I watched as Cardeeay used his shirt to apply pressure to his forehead. "She knows about you Kareema. And she loves me like you love me and will do anything for me like you'll do anything for me. Why can't I just have the both of you?" Here this nigga that I was so in love with, this nigga who just got finish making me and my pussy so happy, that I wanted to be with telling me that he wanted me to share him with another woman. He was right about two things; I do love him and I will do anything for him. I looked at my man all bloody and shit. "Come here boo let me clean you up so you can fuck me again before you go home to your wife. I need to still see you and get that dick every day otherwise I'll be on that ass again." Cardeeay loved me and I loved him and now he didn't have to lie to me anymore. Besides, the dick too good to give up. I just know his dick won't be the only one in this bomb ass pussy. I'm getting me a side hoe, too.....