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!”