Strawberries, Stilettos and
Steam
Erotic
Tales by
ImaniTrue and Dreama Skye
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Strawberries, Stilettos and Steam
Imani True and Dreama Skye
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ISBN: 978-0-578-06114-6
Copyright: @ 2010 by NCM Publishing
Strawberries Stilettos and Steam:
Written by: Imani True and Dreama Skye
Cover Design: The Cover Studio
Edited by: Regina Wolfe, Leila Jefferson
Publicist: Kolanda Scott
Text Formation: Write On Promotions
This is a work of fiction. It is not meant to depict, portray or represent any particular real person. All the characters, incidents, and dialogues are the products of the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any references or similarities to actual events, entities, real people, living or dead, or to real locales are intended to give the novel a sense of reality. Any similarity in other names, characters, entities, places, and incidents is entirely coincidental. All rights reserved, including the right of reproduction in whole or part in any form.
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Acknowledgments-Imani
To God: You promised you would never leave me. And true to your word, you didn’t!
To My Mom: Because of your influence and hard work, I am able to finally publish this book. You have inspired me throughout my life in ways that you’re not even aware of. I love you, Momma!
To My Son Maurice: All I do is for you! Now and always. You make me proud EVERY day!
To the Rest of My Family and Friends: Those who really know me, know that writing is all I ever wanted to do. Thanks for showing me love and support through the years.
Thanks to Kathleen Warnocke: The fact that you selected me as a Finalist and sent my stories to the judges told me that you believed they were worthy of publication. Thanks for that!
Special Thanks To:AB, BrownEyez33, Caramel Shay, Carmel-Dee-Light, Chamsil, Chocolate Storm, Cici, Closet, Divine, ENJ, Emavrice Pierson Jr., Fujismile, Quida “Goddess” Amory, JohnnyBoy Royal, LaKenyia Lane, MarcoSvelte, MaryX, Melisa, MoJo Jojo, Nix, Outlaw1109, Professor Animal, Sanura, TheMogul, Trina_Shantae, Studaliciousone, Sweethangvk, Summer Davis, T. Monroe, and anyone else who took the time to read my work. You guys were my first public audience and I really appreciate the support!
Extra Special Thanks to: Claudia Moss - Your early encouragement and support helped me see my way through a really rough year. You’re an amazing writer, and an even better friend! You’re my idol, Girl! Te amo mucho! Heather Covington (Tekila Nika) – we go way back to the Harlem Book Fair, girl. Can’t wait for our Disilgold interview! Cerectia Harmon (Dysfunctional Beginnings)- now we’re both published authors. Keep grindin’!
Super Thanks to Our Publisher Ni’cola Mitchell, The Appetizer, Over and Over Again, and Twisted: Thanks for reading and believing before anyone else did. And for introducing us into an already established network of writers across the country! Working with you will be our ‘trial by fire,’ but that’s what we need!
Shout out to Avah LaReaux What’s Done in the Dark, Eric Deloach The Forsaken Son, Rekaya Gibson The Food Temptress, Food Enchantress, and Mama Don’t Like Ugly, Theresa Gonsalves Obsessions, Man in the Woods, and Remember the Time and Toshia Shaw High Stakes!
Thanks Beyond Measure to Dreama Skye, My Partner-in-Crime: For having faith in this project from the day we first spoke about it a year ago. We didn’t even have a title back then (lol). You really helped round out this collection with your stories and those amazing collaborations! No two people are more passionate about their writing than we are, so it was destiny that we met. They say that people come into your life “for a reason” or “for a season”- may we have many more reasons and seasons to do what we love to do, what we were born to do. Make no mistake; these Strawberries would not taste as sweet without you, Dreama!
Final Thanks to the Readers: I feel like I’m releasing another baby out into the world. I hope you fall in love with her like I did!
Muah!
~ Ms. Imani True
P.S. To Armani and Darron at The Hutton in Nashville: Your wide-eyed reaction to our cover is just what we were shooting for!
Acknowledgments-Dreama Skye
First and Foremost: I want to thank my Heavenly Father. Thank you for giving me the creative mind to express myself. Through you, All things are possible.
To Mom and Dad: I know you're watching over me from Heaven. I love you and miss you both immensely.
To My Two Loving Daughters: Even though you are too young to be reading this now. I’m doing this all for you, so I couldn’t leave you out. You two are truly a blessing to have in my life. I thank God for you everyday. Thank you for being my biggest fans. Mommy loves you!
To My Twin Brother, My Other Half: Gary, from day one, it’s been just me and you. Whenever I have a bad day, all I need is a hug from you, and then nothing else matters! As long as I have you in my life, I’m never alone. You are my heart. I love you!
To My Family and Friends: Thanks for giving me the motivation to strive to be the best. Love you all!
To my Friend and Unofficial Editor, Regina: First of all, let me start off by saying “Thanks for being a true friend.” Thank you for believing in my work, and for the countless hours you spent editing my writing. I really appreciate you. You really did your thing, girl!
To
My Two Aces: First
to Tabatha
, You were the first person to believe in me. You were the
inspiration that made me think outside the box! You gave me
that pink journal and told me to write ! Without you, I would have
never had the motivation to pursue my writing. No matter what, we’ve
got each other’s back. You will always have a special place in my
heart. To Stephen,
thank you for always telling me the truth, even if it’s not what I
want to hear. I know you will keep me grounded when I blow the
(bleep) up! lol May the laughs and memories of the past replay in all
our hearts and minds and carry us into the future. A team like no
other. I love you both! .......(May
there always be oil on the dipstick-lol).
To Stacey: You had my back when so many people didn't. And for that, I'll always be grateful. Your brutal honesty kept me on the straight and narrow. Thelma and Louise (lol).
To my friend Sheena: Hey girl, here’s your shout out…and no, you don’t get paid for this. Lol . Real talk, thanks for being there for me. I know whenever I need to talk, you’re just a phone call away. Thank you for that!
To my friend Leiann: Thanks for being you. You’re awesome! It’s time to raise them glasses girl!
To My Readers: Thank you for sharing this adventure with me. Now, leave your inhibitions at the door, and dive in!
To Ni’cola: Thank you for believing in this project as much as we did. It must have been divine intervention that we crossed paths. The timing was impeccable! We feel so blessed to be a part of your team!
And
last but certainly not least, To My Co-Author and Friend Imani True:
We are truly a force to be reckoned with. I am truly
honored that you chose me to embark on this venture with you. I
have enjoyed brainstorming and working with you on this project. I
couldn’t have asked for a better partner. Hope to have the
honor again real soon. This was collaboration in the truest
sense of the word. It takes a team to pull this book together like we
did. We’re going to ride this thing until the wheels fall off! Then
we are going to pick it up and carry it on our backs!
To Anyone Else that I May Have Forgotten: Thank you with all my heart. Muah!
~Ms. Dreama Skye
Professional
Thanks from Dreama and Imani
Thanks to KayBee of The Cover Studio for the amazing cover! Your vision and your skills were definitely on point!
Thanks to Chanel Smith of Web Presence Designs for designing trueskyemedia.com
Thanks to Tina Davis of Platinum Hair Creations in Hemet, California, for agreeing to display the book in her store!
Shout out to B.B. King’s in Nashville, where
it
all came together!
~ Dreama and Imani
Strawberries, Stilettos and Steam
Prologue
“Whew! What a long day. I think I’m gonna turn off my phone, run myself a hot bath, and just settle into a tub of lavender-scented bubbles.”
The woman removed her shoes and dropped them on the floor by the shower.
“Let’s see… I’ve got wine and a bowl of fresh strawberries waiting for me at the tub. I am sooooooo ready to just sit back and relax.”
Steam from the bath quickly filled the room.
“You’re more than welcome to join me,” she said, glancing into her webcam, on her way to the bedroom.
The woman walked over to the bed, reached inside her briefcase, and grabbed the day’s mail. As she began to sort through the bills, letters, and various pieces of junk mail, she noticed a small package.
She ripped it open to find a book.
“What’s this?” she said, admiring the cover. “A collection of sexy stories? Hmm.”
The title intrigued her. “Strawberries, Stilettos, and Steam? I like it. Sounds like just what I need tonight.”
In the bathroom, she paused, and then dipped her hand in the tub to test the temperature of the water.
“Perfect,” she said as she started to undress.
“Oh, by the way, I’m Camille Stiletto. And you are?…”
The Detour
“C’mon
over here and get a drink, Bianca!” Everyone at the table raised
their glasses.
“Well, I’m supposed to be meeting Jason for dinner, but… fuck it, he can wait for me for a change!” Bianca said.
After enjoying happy hour with a few co-workers, Bianca left the bar and walked outside to the parking lot. She picked up her phone to call her boyfriend.
I don’t even know why I’m trippin’, she thought to herself. He’s never on time! She threw the phone in her purse and shifted the car into drive. Where the hell is this place? Damn, I’d better call him to get the address! She clumsily dialed Jason’s number and he picked up.
“Where the hell are you Bianca? Our reservations were for an hour ago!” Jason chastised.
“I’m on my way, Jason! Calm down! I should be there in…” she pulled the phone away from her ear when it beeped. “Call lost? No signal? Are you kidding me?”
Well, I guess I won’t be meeting him tonight! I didn’t really feel like arguing with him anyway. Why in the hell did I fall for someone like Jason? He’s so anal about everything. I, on the other hand, live for the moment. I guess it is true what they say: opposites DO attract, Bianca thought to herself as she tossed the phone to the floor.
After she drove a few miles, Bianca noticed a blinking arrow pointing to the right. Okay, maybe she was seeing things. She counted to five, and then looked again. The arrow still pointed to the right. She had gone that route hundreds of times before, in fact, it was her primary route to and from work! And, she distinctly remembered always turning left. She put the car in park and checked her map.
“I know I’m not crazy! I’m supposed to go to the left,” she mumbled to herself as she pulled up to the roadblock.
“I
got this one, man,” a road worker said. “Then, I’m done for the
night.” The man, who was dressed in jeans, work boots, and an
orange vest, approached Bianca’s car. “Ma’am, we’re
doing some road work over by the bridge. We have a detour set up.
“Please follow
the signs." The man pointed as he walked away.
Bianca
shifted into drive, and then paused. She hated that her GPS was
broken. She was against having one at first, but after using it one
time she quickly found herself not only totally dependent on it, but
absolutely crippled without it.
Ugh, I really don’t have time for this! Maybe I should just go home, she thought. Then again, maybe I will meet him for dinner, but Jason’s got it all wrong if he thinks he’s gettin’ some of this tonight!
“Sir,” she called to the worker. He turned at her call, cutting off her nice view of his ass.
“Yes, ma’am,” he said as he bent over her vehicle.
“So, there’s no way I can go to the left and over Kingman’s Bridge?”
“No, ma’am, there isn’t.”
“Are you sure? I’m really in a rush and need to get home.”
“Well, you’ll have to find another way tonight. It’s for your safety, ma’am. Just follow the signs, please.”
Their eyes met and he winked at her. She noticed his full, juicy lips and just loved how his jeans fit. Her gaze traveled to his bulge and on to his huge feet.
Damn, I need some dick! she thought. I would so fuck him if I had the chance! She snapped back to reality. “Thank you, sweetie,” Bianca told the worker. She glanced back at his ass and licked her lips as she drove off.
Bianca followed the signs for fifteen minutes until she came to a dead end next to the only cabin off the main road. Maybe I missed a turn, she thought. Damn it!
She parked her car and approached the cabin, hoping someone inside would help her get back to the main road. Bianca knocked on the door, hearing the echo resound. No answer. She knocked again and just turned to walk away when a tall, sexy man appeared in the doorway.
“I see you came,” he said to her.
“Didn’t I just see you at the roadblock?” Bianca asked, not believing her eyes. It was the road worker!
“Small world, huh?” he said.
“Yeah. It is.” she said, staring at his mouth as he spoke. “Anyway, somebody must have messed up the signs, because I followed them and ended up here,” she said. “What’s your excuse?”
“Oh, I’m not lost,” he said. “And, as for the signs… well, I did that.”
“So, you set me up?”
“Why don’t you come in? Sit down. Wherever it was you were going, you’re already late, so what’s the rush?” he said
She thought of all the times Jason was late for their dates. Including those occasions when he didn’t even show up at all.
“Maybe you’re right,” she said as she went in. He shut the door behind her. She glanced around, noting that the cabin’s open floor plan flowed seamlessly from the living room, boasting a gorgeous fireplace, to a lovely eat-in kitchen.
“Would you like something to drink?”
“What do you have?”
“I have wine and some beer.”
Bianca thought about having a beer. “Nah, I’d better not… Oh, what the hell? I’ve got no place to be.”
The man went into the kitchen. Seconds later, he returned with two longnecks. “Drink up,” he said, handing one to Bianca. “By the way, my name is Basil and I live here.”
“Well, my name is Bianca, and I’m lost.” They both laughed.
“So, Ms. Bianca, where is it you were supposed to be?”
“Actually, I had a dinner date with my boyfriend, Jason, but…”
“You got lost,” Basil said.
“Yeah, no thanks to you,” Bianca joked.
“Well, since I’m keeping you from dinner, would you like some fruit?” Basil asked Bianca, gesturing toward the fruit bowl sitting on the kitchen table.
“Sure.” Bianca grabbed the banana.
“Nice choice. I love to watch a woman eat a banana.”
“I’m sure you do,” Bianca teased while slowly peeling the fruit. She wrapped her mouth around the banana, trying to entice Basil.
“I knew I picked the right one,” Basil said, watching her mouth in action.
“Ummm, actually, I picked the right one,” Bianca said as she finished off the banana. “You're next,” she said. Then she winked.
“Oh really? You’re kind of feisty, huh?”
“Yeah. When I want something, I go after it. Like that banana.” Between the drinks at happy hour, her argument with Jason, and the fact that this fine-ass, sexy-ass man had deliberately set out to seduce her, Bianca said, “Hell, you only live once, so live life to the fullest. That’s my motto.”
“I like that,” Basil said.
Bianca stood up in front of Basil, removed her blouse, then her bra. His hands were drawn to her tits like bees to honey. He grabbed them, squeezed them together. Then, he leaned over and popped one of them into his mouth.
“Damn, these are the perfect size for my hands and my mouth,” he said. He slowly kissed and licked her nipples until she was weak.
He sat her down by the fireplace, took off his shirt, and lay on top of her. Then, he kissed her. Hard. She took in his wet tongue, gave him her own in return. As the fireplace glowed in the background, they removed what was left of each others’ clothes. Her panties were last. She dropped them next to the fireplace.
“I love old-fashioned, wood fireplaces,” Bianca said. “We had one in the house where I grew up,” she murmured, lying on top of Basil.
“Yeah, they’re great, especially for setting the mood just right, you know?” Basil said.
“And, exactly what mood are you trying to set?” Bianca asked.
“Same one as you,” Basil said
“So, how am I doing?” she asked, straddling his lower body.
“Getting warmer, but why don’t you slide up here closer to my mouth?” Bianca snaked her way to Basil’s inviting lips. “Now, sit right here,” he said, grabbing her ass cheeks and forcing her aroused wetness down onto his mouth.
He began slowly with teasing kisses that, at first, only tickled her outer lips. Then, he went deeper, using his talented tongue to penetrate the area once reserved only for Jason.
“Umm, that feels amazing,” Bianca moaned.
“Yes, it does,” Basil responded. “Your juices taste so sweet.”
Bianca reacted to what he was doing by slowly moving her pussy against his tongue until her motions became faster. Basil slurped and licked until Bianca lost control.
“Oh…. God!” she screamed.
Basil knew that she was ready to explode. At that instant, he held her waist and sucked her until she squirted all over his face. She screamed again.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this with you! Jason has never eaten my pussy like that!” she exclaimed breathlessly.
“You mean he’s never done it like that? Or he’s never done it?”
“Oh, Jason doesn’t go there. Says it’s not his ‘thing’,” she said, using air quotations.
“So, making his woman scream like you just did isn’t ‘his thing’? What is he, a caveman or something?”
“I don’t know about all that, but I do know what I like. And, I liked that. A LOT!” She shimmied back down onto Basil’s chest.
“Anything else you like?” he asked her.
“As a matter of fact, I do!” she said. She slid further down to his dick, which had been rock-hard the whole time. She took it in her mouth before Basil could react. As the huge dick hit the back of her throat, Bianca used her lips and tongue to please the stranger as he had just pleased her. Then, in the middle of sucking him off, she said, “I want you to fuck me!”
“Oh, really? What a coincidence! That’s exactly what I want to do, too.”
Basil got up and walked behind Bianca, who had grabbed his hand. Slowly, she led him toward the sofa. When she bent over, Basil imagined that he heard her ass cheeks calling his name, begging him to enter her. And, he was more than happy to oblige. He palmed both cheeks like two basketballs and parted them. He could see the slit between her legs. He placed his hand there, testing her wetness.
“I see you’re still wet,” he said.
“And, you’re still hard,” she responded.
In one smooth movement, he slid deep inside her and delivered the first of many upward strokes, lifting her until her toes barely touched the floor. A few strokes later, they had established a rhythm that only they could feel. A physical connection that would not be broken until ecstasy had been fulfilled.
“You feel so good inside me,” Bianca said. Basil continued to fill her from behind. Her clit was ringing like a bell. “Hit it harder,” she told him.
Basil bent Bianca over even more, placing his hand in the center of her back for better leverage. Her pussy responded to the position change. He could feel the tremors stirring deep inside her.
“I’m almost there!” she said. Immediately, her pussy began to spasm.
He maintained his stroke pace for a moment, and then humped her faster. Finally, his pleasure was released. He pulled out to release on her ass cheeks.
“Don’t waste that,” she said. “I want to taste our flavors mixed together.” She took him into her mouth just as he shot another massive load. She slurped it up, licking her lips.
“Damn sure tastes better than beer!” she said with a sultry laugh.
Basil stared at Bianca. “Your man is missing out on some seriously freaky shit!” he said.
“Why is a woman a ‘freak’ when she enjoys getting sexed?”
“I don’t know. That’s the rule!”
“Oh yeah, and who made that rule?”
“Definitely not your man, Jason. He doesn’t even know how to make his woman scream! That’s pathetic!”
“He and I have good sex. It’s just different from what we did.”
“Yeah, but you and I had great sex the first time we met!”
“You know, I usually don’t do this on a whim. At least, not with strangers.”
“But, I knew you wanted me,” he responded. “I could tell when you stopped at the roadblock.”
“Yeah, right! Like you could really tell all that from where you were placing the sign!”
“So, I was wrong? You didn’t want me?”
“I didn’t say that,” Bianca said as she grabbed her clothes.
“So, are you ready to go now?”
“Not really ready, but I have to. Jason will be waiting for me. He’s going to be pissed!”
“Who cares? He sounds like a real ass! I don’t even know why you put up with him.”
“Maybe I won’t for much longer,” Bianca said.
“I hope you don’t. You deserve better,” Basil said, before changing the subject. “Wanna take a shower?”
“I’d better.” Bianca said.
“Bathroom’s that way. I’ll join you,” he said as he grabbed her ass cheeks and squeezed. He was already half hard again.
“C’mon, Basil, how in the hell am I going to get out of here if we keep this up?” She pushed him away.
“You’re right.” He stopped in his tracks, spearing her with another longing look at her tits.
Bianca showered and got dressed in record time.
“By the way, if you take the first left and follow it around, you’ll be back on the main road,” Basil said.
“So, you mean to tell me I was only one turn off all along?” Bianca asked.
“But, do you regret making that one wrong turn?” Basil replied.
“Not really. In fact, maybe I need to get lost more often,” she said before walking out the door and toward her car. That was when she spotted the detour sign in the back of the stranger’s truck. She smiled, and then drove off, shaking her head ruefully. A few minutes later, her cell phone rang. It was Jason.
“Where the hell have you been?” Jason questioned. “Do you know what time it is?”
“Listen, Jason. I’m not in the mood for this tonight!”
“Not in the mood for what, Bianca? Why didn’t you answer the phone? I’ve been trying to call you for hours, woman!”
“Look, I got lost and couldn’t get a signal out here. They’re working near the bridge, and once I got turned around, I had no way to get back to the city!”
“You know what? You better get your act together if you want this thing with us to go to the next level! I need a woman who’s punctual and dependable! Not someone who gets lost, and then makes bullshit excuses!”
The next level? she thought. I’m kicking this fool to the curb as soon as I get home!
“Bianca, are you listening to me?”
She wasn’t. “You know what, Jason? We’ll talk about this tomorrow!”
“I’ll call you. And Bianca,” he added. “Guess what?”
“What, Jason?” she said through clenched teeth.
“I took the GPS in, but they couldn’t fix it. It’ll be cheaper to just get you a new one. Top of the line technology this time, I promise!”
“Actually,
Jason, forget about the GPS,” Bianca said, while fantasizing about
her detour experience. “I think I’ll just stick to my paper
maps from now on.”
All
Through the House
“Congratulations, Lorena. You’re a homeowner.”
“Finally! If I had to sign one more round of documents, I was ready to say ‘forget it’ and just renew the lease on my apartment,” she joked.
“Well, you’ll be glad you stuck it out. This house is a great buy. I’m sure you’ll enjoy it.”
“Yes, I will,” Lorena said. The house was a symbol of her success. It was one of the first houses she decorated. When it came up on the market, she knew it was a sign that she had to buy it.
“Here are the keys,” the agent said. “I’d better go.”
“Thanks a lot, Alex, for all your hard work. I really appreciate it,” she said as he walked out the front door. “At last we’re alone,” Lorena said, turning to her friend Carlos. “What room should we start in?”
“I think we should set up the bedroom, otherwise, you’ll be sleeping on the floor tonight. Everything else can wait. You’re not going to be totally unpacked for awhile.”
“You do realize I so wasn’t talking about setting up furniture, right?” She smiled at him mischievously.
“I knew what you meant. I was just playing with your mind,” he said, touching her forehead.
“Well, I’ve got something over here you can play with since you’re into games and such.” She started to undress.
“Whoa, Lorena!” Carlos jumped up from the couch. The house had been staged to give buyers an idea of how the space could be used, so there was furniture scattered throughout the house. “At least cover the windows and sliding glass doors with some bed sheets or something! People might see you!”
“I hope they do. And, since when did you get all shy and proper on me?”
“I’m just sayin’. You’re new here. The last thing you need is letters from the HOA because your neighbors are complaining about your sex sessions!”
“I say we start in the kitchen. I really wanna break in those marble countertops!”
Carlos and Lorena first met in middle school and had been friends with benefits since college. Things never got serious between them, though neither of them had officially ruled it out.
Because of all the years they’d spent together, they knew more about each other than most married couples. Carlos knew that years of failed relationships made it easy for Lorena to separate sex from love, so he didn’t hold it against her. He loved Lorena and he had her back, even if it meant watching her fuck other men. Besides, he wanted to show her that not all men were like those users who made her fall in love with them and then left her brokenhearted.
“Oh, Carlos?” Lorena called to him.
“Huh?”
“Where were you just now?”
“Oh, did I blank out or something?”
“Yes, you did as a matter of fact. And, now my feelings are hurt!” She pouted prettily.
“I’m sorry, Lorena.”
“You know how you can make it up to me?” Lorena pulled her shirt over her head. Carlos stopped to admire her tits. “You like what you see?” she asked.
“Heck yeah! Who wouldn’t?”
“Then, wait right here. I’ll be back.” Lorena walked into the bathroom, when suddenly, the front door swung open.
“I forgot to leave these,” the agent said, handing Carlos some paperwork.
“Thanks, Alex.”
“So, where’s Lorena?”
“Did I hear my name?” Lorena asked. She was standing naked in the hallway holding a pair of panties in her hand. “Oh. Hey, Alex. You’re back.”
Carlos was rendered speechless for a moment. But, speechless or not, his eyes took the time to rove over Lorena. “I’m obviously interrupting something. I can see myself out.”
“You don’t have to leave. In fact, why don’t you stay, Alex?” Lorena said. Then, she walked over to the door and locked it. “So no one else walks in on us,” she said in a sexy voice.
Lorena popped a CD she’d brought along with her into the stereo system and turned the volume up. As Birthday Sex played in surround sound, both men flopped down on the couch and started gyrating to the music. Lorena took turns dancing suggestively for each of the men. Carlos and Alex simply sat there, mouths wide open, noticeably aroused.
“So, who’s first?” Lorena asked, tossing the panties in the direction of the couch.
Alex nearly knocked Carlos over as he snatched the prize in mid-air. “You mind, dawg?”
“Do your thing, playa,” Carlos said. “Here’s a condom. Make sure you use it.”
“I’ve already decided on the kitchen,” Lorena said. “You don’t have a problem with Carlos watching, do you?”
“Not if you don’t. Besides, the way I work it, you won’t even know he’s in the room.”
What a cocky bastard! Carlos thought.
Alex grabbed Lorena by the waist and lifted her onto the countertop. She was already wet. “You can thank Carlos for that,” she said.
“Good lookin’ out, dawg. Saves me some time.”
“No problem.”
Alex slid right inside her. Lorena opened even wider to accommodate the package being delivered. He filled her box to capacity.
“Ummmm, Alex. That feels good.”
“I know it does. I can tell.”
Alex thrust his rock-hard, heat-seeking missile in and out of Lorena’s flaming pussy.
“Faster! Harder!” Lorena urged. Alex was more than happy to oblige.
Carlos was content to sit on the sidelines, masturbating to the action going on in front of him. He knew his chance would come, so he was in no rush. After a few minutes, Lorena convulsed and her pussy erupted like a volcano. Alex wasn’t far behind her.
“Throw the condom over there in that trashcan,” Carlos told him. Then, he grabbed Lorena and headed for the backyard patio.
“I know ya’ll gonna leave the door open, right?”
“Of course we will. Wouldn’t want to deprive you of listening to a real lover at work!”
“Let’s take a shower first,” Lorena suggested to Carlos.
“Hey,” Alex yelled. “Don’t forget about the door!”
“You know that Alex is such an amateur. He couldn’t wait to get inside you. He didn’t give a sista any foreplay at all!”
“So what are you gonna do, Carlos?”
“Girl, you know how I do! I’m gonna make sure you get what you need! You know I take care of my girl!”
“That you do, Carlos. Always have.”
“So, let’s hit the shower, then.”
Carlos and Lorena removed their clothes and stepped into the outdoor, granite floor shower. It was one of the features that she loved most about the house.
Carlos began scrubbing Lorena’s front. She loved how gently he lathered the sponge and made large, clockwise circles around her breasts. He paid special attention to her sexy nipples, which were already hard.
“Want to suck them?” she asked Carlos.
“Yeah, I do.”
“Then, go ahead. I want you to.” His lips settled in between her tits. Lorena closed her eyes to enjoy the experience. “Carlos, I always forget how talented you are!”
“There’s a lot you don’t know about me, girl.”
She reached down and fondled his amazing manhood. Carlos trembled, almost falling to the shower floor when his knees buckled.
“Obviously, you like when I do that.”
“Yes, I do. Very much, Lorena.”
“Then, you’ll really like this,” she said.
Lorena kneeled down as Carlos leaned back. He could hardly control himself. Slowly, she teased his head with her tongue, making sure to lick him with long strokes. She knew that Carlos liked that. She wanted to continue until he lost control, but he stopped her.
“Hey, let me please you, Lorena.”
Carlos led her from the shower and down into the Jacuzzi. He turned her back toward him and began planting kisses all over her.
There was a knock on the patio door. “Hey, what’s up out there? It’s kind of quiet. Can’t be too much fucking going on! You sure you don’t need no help, Carlos?”
“Nah, man. I’m good. Besides, you had your turn, playa.”
Carlos resumed his activities as Lorena moaned. She moved her hand down between her thighs to tease her clit. Carlos pushed it away.
“This is all on me, Lorena. Just relax and enjoy the ride. I got you.”
Lorena did as she was told and let herself go. Her friend went underwater and found the spot he was looking for. Carlos masterfully licked and sucked Lorena until she came with the force of a Category Four Hurricane.
“Oh, God, Carlos!” she screamed.
“I’m not done,” he told her.
It was then that Carlos finally entered Lorena. As he served his friend the best lovin’ of her life, Lorena’s facial expressions showed the pleasure she was getting.
“Unlike homeboy in there, I make love, not fuck,” Carlos said.
“Shhhh,” Lorena said. “Let’s not talk about anyone else right now.”
As warm water cascaded over, around, and between them, Carlos and Lorena spent more than an hour in the spa, their bodies contorted like pretzels. Carlos grinded until Lorena caught up with his rhythm. It wasn’t long before their pace slowed to the point where each movement was fluid and in total synch. After several position changes and a flood of pre-orgasmic tremors, the two of them climaxed simultaneously.
“Did you feel that?” Lorena asked.
“Feel what?”
“The earth just moved.”
“Really? And, what would you give it? An 8.5 on the Richter scale?” Carlos said.
“I’d give it a 10-plus on the ‘Never-Had-Anything-Like-That Scale,” Lorena said. They both laughed.
“You just made that up, didn’t you?” Carlos said.
“Yep. Sure did. The earth didn’t really move.”
“For me it did, Lorena. You have always rocked my world.”
“Hey, Carlos,” Lorena said. “Thanks for letting Alex stay.”
“No problem. I’ve watched how you two have been looking at each other these last few months. Besides, I would do anything for you, Lorena.”
“What are friends for, right?”
“I can be so much more if you let me, Lorena.”
“You already are.”
“I know. But if you ever decide that you want more than a fuck… that you’re ready to settle down with someone who has adored you since eighth grade…”
“You’ll be the first person I call,” Lorena interrupted.
“I’d better be,” Carlos said.
“Hey, listen,” Lorena said. “It’s quiet in the living room.”
“Yeah, it is. Wonder what happened to Alex?”
“He probably got tired of waiting for us to come inside. We have been out here for quite awhile.”
Carlos and Lorena dried themselves off and went into the house. Alex was gone.
“Okay, back to work,” Carlos said. “Let’s fix the beds, and get you some groceries up in here! Then, we can tackle unpacking; get most of that out the way.”
“Unless we get sidetracked again and decide to christen some of the other rooms,” Lorena said as she winked at Carlos.
International
Relations
I stepped in the shower in front of him. He opened his mouth to say something. “Don’t talk,” I told him as I handed him a long handled scrubber. “Here, scrub my back.” The scrubbing led his lips to that area between my shoulder blades. I trembled when he went there. After a few kisses, he tried to slip inside me. “Ah, ah, ah,” I chastised. “In my country, a woman doesn’t give it up that easily. You’re going to have to work for it.”
“How hard do you want me to work?” he asked.
I reached behind me and firmly gripped his throbbing seven and a half inches. “This hard,” I told him, holding his dick in my hands. I’d never fucked a foreigner before.
Mario was a police chief in Italy. He was in town for a week-long, international seminar on money laundering. My agency had sent me to the class and he was one of the instructors. It was the last night of the conference. As we both stood in the glass shower, Mario turned me toward him and leaned me against the shower wall. He started to kneel down, but I pulled him to his feet.
“You don’t like me to do that?” he asked.
“All in good time,” I said. “But first, start here,” I told him, placing his face between my large breasts. His hands soon followed. And, then his lips.
“American women have such nice tits,” he said, burying his head in my 38Ds. He was really enjoying himself. “Umm…Mario would love to suck your breasts.”
“I can tell. You’re pretty good at it, too.”
“I will try very hard to please you. In my country, it is unacceptable to leave a woman unsatisfied.” I could definitely get with that philosophy! Slowly, Mario made a detailed road map down my body with his tongue. My flesh melted with each lick. “Please, I think I am getting hungry now,” he said. “May I?” He kneeled down in front of me. “You know, in class, I see the outline of your sexy body through your clothes. It makes Mario very hot.”
I loved it when he described himself in the third person. It turned me on. Mario parted my lips and skillfully teased me to the breaking point. I begged him not to stop. He stood up.
“Now, you must wait,” he smiled. “Mario will take care of you.”
There he goes again, I thought.
He forced himself deep inside me. I flinched, slowly ran my tongue across my bottom lip. Despite his size, I took all of him in. Then, for what seemed like hours, Mario fucked me just the way I like it, long and hard.
“Oh, my God!” I screamed with each thrust.
I was in heaven. And, even though we were in the shower, the man worked me in positions that I never knew existed. He was a master who made my pussy rumble like an avalanche. Shit, I only wish I knew your language! I thought to myself. We wrapped things up with a delicious round of sixty-nine. The way Mario turned me out, it was a privilege to pay homage to the pleasure increaser dangling between his legs. Besides, he owed it to my clit for putting on the brakes earlier.
Suddenly, we both exploded in a climactic rhythm, unparalleled by anything I had ever experienced. I remember thinking, How in the hell do you say ‘Damn!’ in Italian? As I lay there, spasms rippling through my entire body, I knew I wanted to see Mario again.
He
put his business card on the dresser and took my panties as a
souvenir. When he left, I turned the card over to read it. It read,
See
you next year. Rumor
has it that the meeting will be held in Paris. Damn, I love my
job!
The Touch-Up
(Inspired by Caramel Shay)
Gina manipulated the plastic cape so it hit the floor. Then, she placed her hand underneath, worked her way past the hem of the skirt, and began to tease her pussy. “Ummm, damn!” she bit her tongue in an attempt to muffle her words. But, the pleasure was too great. She looked up to find another customer staring at her.
“Oh, don’t mind me,” the woman said. “Continue what you were doing.” The woman was a mixed Asian and black beauty that made Gina drool.
Gina licked her lips and smiled as the woman watched her get off in the beauty salon. She continued her pleasuring, oblivious to the fact that the dryer had stopped. The gorgeous stranger, who had been rubbing her own clit, released at the same time.
“Shit!” she said.
Damon, the shop owner, peeked from behind his station wall. “What ya’ll reading over there that’s so damn interesting?”
“This magazine,” the stranger said, winking at Gina. Gina responded by licking her fingers as if to torture the woman standing across from her. “Am I next?” she asked Gina.
“You mean for the dryer, right? ‘Cause I could take that someplace you might be ready to go,” Gina said.
“Um, yes...I meant the dryer. I'm sorry,” the woman said. “What do you mean by that?”
“Never mind,” Gina said.
The stranger stood up. “Can someone tell me where the bathroom is?”
“Gina, show Miss Thing the restroom, please,” Damon said. “I gotta rinse this lady before this perm burns her scalp.”
“No problem, D,” Gina said. “I’ll take her. I was going there myself, anyway.”
The woman followed Gina to the restroom near the back of the salon. As if by accident, she brushed against Gina, circled around, and stared her down from head to toe. “Umm, sexy face, sexy body, just sexy all around,” she said. “But, ain’t nothing sexier than those feet of yours.” Gina was wearing a pair of Jimmy Choo sandals that showed off her fresh pedicure and diamond-studded toenails. “Can I get a closer look?” Gina displayed her toes. “Dayummmmmm,” the woman said. Then, she took Gina’s hand, raised it to her own mouth, and tasted Gina’s fingers, which were still wet with her sex juices. She closed the door, and then she pinned Gina against the wall and kissed her with an open mouth. “How does that feel, sexy?”
“I love how I taste,” Gina said.
“Let me sit you down, admire those feet properly.” She removed Gina’s sandals and began kissing her toes, taking time to suck each one.
Gina was losing her mind. “Um, I had no idea toes were so sensitive.”
The young woman continued her work on Gina’s feet. Then, she moved up to her ankles, her thighs, and finally, between Gina’s legs. She lifted Gina’s miniskirt and Gina opened her legs wide. She enjoyed feeling the beautiful woman’s lips all over her. The woman dove into Gina’s pussy like a deep sea diver.
“Oh yeah, right there, baby,” Gina said, barely able to control herself. “That’s it.” The woman teased Gina’s clit for a few minutes, and then went deep inside Gina’s pussy. “That’s where the good stuff is,” Gina said. “Get all that.”
“Ummmmm, girl. You got some amazing pussy! Sweet as honey.” After a little more licking and sucking, Gina jerked and her body began to shake. “There you go,” the woman said, cheering Gina on. “Let that shit go.” Then, she cupped her mouth over Gina’s entire pussy, stiffened her tongue even more, and went even deeper.
Gina released in a rush of pleasure. “Damn, girl! What is your name?” The woman stared up at Gina, but said nothing. She just kept working the pussy. “Ohhhhhhhh myyyyyyyyyy gooooooooooooodddddnessssss!” Gina screamed as she squirted in the woman’s face.
“That’s what I was waiting for!” She slurped up all the juices, and then she kissed Gina again. As she was fixing her clothes, her cell phone rang. “Yeah, baby. There’s one person ahead of me, then I’m next in the chair. Pick me up in about two hours.” She hung up.
“So
that was your boo?” Gina asked.
“Yeah,”
the woman said. “I’m getting married tomorrow.”
“Oh, okay,” Gina said, a little confused after what had just happened.
Both women left the bathroom and headed to the front of the salon.
“Gina,” Damon said. “I’m ready for you over here.”
Gina sat in the chair and Damon finished with her in under an hour. She paid Damon, scheduled her next appointment for the following month, and then she headed toward the door.
“Alright, Miss Thing, bring your hot ass over here.” She looked at Gina before heading to Damon’s chair.
“So, you leaving me, sexy lady?” she asked Gina.
“Yeah, girl. I got a million errands to run today. Only in town for the weekend. Surprising a friend I haven’t seen in a minute.”
“Well, before you go, here’s my number for the next time you’re in town. Call me and we’ll get together.”
“Cool,” Gina said. She grabbed the slip of paper from the woman and read it. Underneath the phone number were the words, thanks for the touch-up. Gina looked at the woman and smiled.
“My name is T, by the way.”
“Is that short for anything particular, a nickname, maybe?” Gina asked.
“Where you’re concerned, it’s short for Tasty, but you’ll find that out soon enough.”
“Well, okay then,” Gina responded. “I’d better go,” she said before hurrying to the parking lot.
ﻲﻲ ﻲ ﻲ
Cameron fixed his tie while pacing the floor. His brother knocked on the door. “Hey, Cam? Somebody here to see you.” Gina entered the room, stared at her old friend and began to cry. “I can’t believe you came!” Cameron said.
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world. I had to be here for my boy! Sorry I couldn’t be in the wedding, but six months ago when you told me you were tying the knot, I wasn’t sure I could make it.”
“It’s okay. I’m glad you’re here, ‘cause my big day wouldn’t be the same without you, Gina. Now, come over here and gimme some love, girl!” The two old friends embraced. “Oh, snap, now that you’re here… would you give the toast at the reception?”
“Cameron, I would love to, but what about your brother? He’s your best man.”
The groom-to-be looked at his older brother. “Do you mind, man?”
“Nah, little bro, it’s cool. I know you two go waaaaaay back.”
“Thanks, man. So, it’s settled. My girl Gina from back in the day is gonna make the first toast. Gina, I can’t wait for you to meet Thalia. You’re gonna love her like I do.”
“Hey, as long as she treats my boy right, I’m sure that I will.”
The best man opened the door. “Man, it’s time to take that plunge. Let’s get you upstairs. The future Mrs. Shaw is waiting!”
“Okay, Gina, see you at the reception” Cameron said.
ﻲﻲ ﻲ ﻲ
The reception hall was filled with family, friends, and other well-wishers of the new couple. Cameron’s brother had reserved a seat for Gina at the wedding party’s table.
In the middle of dinner, Gina stood up, raised her champagne glass. “A toast to my best friend, Cameron. Man, rumor has it you’re getting one helluva woman! May she always keep you touched up and turned out!”
Later, Cam introduced the two women to each other. “Baby, this is Gina, my best friend from the neighborhood.”
Thalia extended her hand. “Nice to meet you.”
“Same here. You gonna take good care of him, right?”
“Of course, of course!” Thalia said. “Since you’re Cameron’s best friend, we’re going to be seeing alot of each other. So you can call me ‘T’. She winked.
“Cameron, I like her,” Gina said.
“Looks like you got the stamp of approval from Gina, so it’s all good!”
Thalia was distracted for a moment. “Oooooh, girl!” she said as she glanced down at Gina’s feet. “Nice shoes.”
“Thank you, girl,” Gina replied. “And, I just love your hair. Let me guess… Damon’s across town?”
Head
of the Class
I woke at 9 a.m. to find him already out of bed. I didn’t hear water running, so I knew he wasn’t in the shower. I went into the spare bedroom that doubled as our office. He was at the computer.
“What you doing in here so early?” I asked.
“I have some schoolwork to finish up for the week. Just trying to get a jump on it, that’s all.” He swiveled back around to the computer.
“You know,” I said, “maybe you need a break. You’ve been at this since what… about five-thirty?”
“About that, but I have so much to do. In a few hours, my class will be meeting online to discuss our projects.” I touched his shoulders, and could feel the tension stored there. I automatically started working the kinks out. “Umm, that feels good. Don’t stop,” he said.
“I’ve got something even better for that stress you’ve been under,” I told him. Then, I spun the swivel chair around toward me. I unzipped his pants and his dick greeted me, ready for some serious relief.
My tongue immediately went to work. After about five minutes, he put his hands between my legs. I was on fire.
“Baby, seems like you got some releasing of your own to do,” he said. “I got to get ready for class in a few, but I definitely got time to break you off a little something.”
He raised my skirt and sat me in the chair. I wasn’t wearing any panties underneath, and I could tell he liked that. Next thing I knew, he propped my legs up on the armrests. Then, he used his tongue like a weapon of mass seduction.
“Damn, Jamal!” I moaned his name as if I were begging, pleading with him to stop; even though that was the last thing I wanted him to do. From his knees, he worked my pussy like a pro until it purred like a kitten. But, he would not let me cum.
“Not yet,” he told me. He pulled me to my feet, bent me over the chair, and took me from behind. I thought I would die from the pleasure I was feeling, but refused to do so before I climaxed.
Again, he backed off. C’mon, Jamal! I thought. Stop playin’ with me!
“Let’s move to the floor. I want to see your face, know that you’re cummin' for me,” he said.
I had no problem with that, my man was quite attractive. And, just like he wanted to see my face, I wanted to see his when I got him there as well.
Shit, I got an ego, too!
He lay on the floor and pulled me down on top of him. With other lovers, I never cared for that position. But, his dick felt good inside me, and he had rhythm and knew how to move with me. From underneath, he did all the right things to make sure we’d both get ours.
“You really like this position, huh?” I asked him.
“Love it,” he said.
Just then, his chat session started. One by one, we heard his classmates checking in. They stated their names and the companies they worked for.
“Anybody heard from Jamal? Is he here?”
“You wanna stop and log in?” I whispered.
“Fuck that! I’m kinda logged into this pussy right now. They can wait.”
“Is the speaker on? Can they hear us?”
“Would you care if they did?”
“The question is, would you? I don’t have to be in class with them. They don’t know me.”
“Girl, keep doing what you’re doing and trust me, they will all want to know you!”
“Well, they can’t have this! It’s spoken for!”
“Damn right it is! Now, where were we?”
I rode my baby like the prized stallion that he was. He never disappointed. That man hit my pussy until we both climaxed. He would have gone a few more rounds, but I stopped him.
“Slow down, baby,” I told him. “At this rate, I won’t have any energy left for the finale. And you do want to make it to the finale, right?”
“Shit yeah!” he enthusiastically said.
My man loved a good blow job. And, I was quite talented in that area. “Go ahead and log in,” I told him. “It’s time for class.” I started to get up.
“What about you? Where you going, girl?” I sensed his panic.
“Calm down,” I said, kneeling between his legs. “Just lay back and relax. Focus on your schoolwork and forget that I’m even here.”
“Like that’s going to happen!” Jamal said. He reluctantly put on his headphones so he could participate in the chat session.
I grabbed his chocolate bar with two hands and took it into my mouth like a woman starved. While he was in class. I licked and teased his shaft just the way he liked it. I celebrated his eight inches like it was both our birthdays and Christmas combined.
“You’re such a damn freak!” he whispered. “Insatiable.”
“Then, feed me!” I told him.
And, feed me he did.
By the time his “chat” session was over, we were the ones that everybody was chatting about. But, neither of us minded the attention, and we damn sure didn’t care what any of them was thinking, ‘cause we both had smiles on our faces!
And, oh
yeah, by the way, my Jamal got an A in that class.
Disturbing
the Peace
The officers heard screams through the door.
“Bring me with you!” a woman begged. “Right there, right there! That’s it!”
“He must really be tearing that pussy up,” one officer joked to the other. They listened for five minutes to the commotion on the other side of the door. They never heard a man’s voice. Finally, they knocked. “Police! Are you okay, ma’am? Open up!”
After a few moments, a stunning woman answered wearing a silk robe. “Is there something wrong, officers?” she asked, noticing that the two policemen standing in front of her were sexy as hell.
“Ma’am, we’ve received several calls about a disturbance at this location. We’re here to check it out, see what’s going on.”
“Well, as you can see, officers, I’m home alone and I’m not disturbing anyone.”
“Do you mind if we look around? Make sure you’re alone. Officer safety, you know?”
“Sure, whatever you need.”
The younger of the two officers checked the rooms while the other kept his eye on the young lady.
“All clear, sir.” He came out of the bedroom with something in his hand.
“Thanks, rookie.”
“Well, except for these,” he held up a pair of thongs. “Found them on the dresser. In plain view.”
“Listen, ma’am. There was something going on in here! We listened at the door for several minutes and heard screaming. Now, tell us the truth! What were you doing?”
“I was just lying in bed right over there taking care of a little personal business between my legs.” She pointed to the bedroom.
“Show us.”
She walked into the room and over to the huge four-post bed. “Like this,” she said, lying across it.
“Show us exactly what you were doing!” She spread her legs and began massaging her clit as the officers watched. “Do you do this often, ma’am?”
“I have no choice. My boyfriend of five years was killed about nine months ago and I miss his dick so much. I haven’t found one man who could give it to me like he did.”
“Perhaps it’s a job for two,” the senior officer said.
“Maybe it is. But, where would I find two men willing to do that for a perfect stranger?”
“Ma’am, we’re the ones asking the questions here,” the older officer said.
“So, when was the last time you were fucked really good? Had some dick broken off right?” The younger officer asked.
“I’m still in mourning over my boyfriend, so I can’t remember exactly. Been at least a year.”
“That long, huh?”
“Rookie, I think we need to jog this woman’s memory, help her answer our questions more truthfully because that can’t be possible!”
“I’m telling you the truth, I swear! Why would I lie about something like that?”
“If it has been over a year, then that’s really a shame. And we have to do something about it.” At that point, the rookie whipped out a dick the size of a night stick.
The woman stared because she had never seen anything that big. Each officer grabbed one of her hands and placed it above the woman’s head. They handcuffed her to the bed posts. She just lay there, waiting for the men to continue their interrogation.
“Officers, I’m a little nervous. I’ve never been in trouble with the law. So, please take your time with me because I really do want to help you both.”
“That’s good you’re willing to cooperate,” the experienced officer said. “We don’t get a lot of that in this neighborhood.” He turned to the young officer. “Rookie, front and center! Now!” The young man snapped to attention. “Show this fine citizen how they taught you to use your baton in the academy.”
He took off his clothes, moved to the top of the bed, and straddled the woman’s face. As he began to feed the damsel in distress, her mouth opened wide to accept what he was offering.
“That’s it,” the rookie coaxed her.
Once the woman realized she could fully accommodate the officer’s weapon, she quickly got into the act and took charge. Clearly, she had sucked dick before. She knew just the right spots to work and applied the perfect balance of lips, tongue, and throat.
She conquered the man’s eleven inches from the head down to the shaft and back again, sucking the tip like it was Grade A Porterhouse. After several minutes, the young officer had enough. He grabbed the headboard and exploded into the woman’s mouth.
“Shit,” he said. “I wasn’t ready to cum yet!”
“He’s new on the job, a little inexperienced. Please forgive him, ma’am.”
“Oh, it’s okay. What he lacks in experience, he more than makes up for in size, believe me!”
“Yeah, he’s got a great future with the department. Shows excellent potential under the right Field Training Officer. That’s why they paired him with me. And, he’s a very fast learner. We make a great team.”
“Well, you’re doing a fantastic job showing him the ropes.”
“Step aside, rookie! And, pay close attention!”