Good Girl

Good Girl 

"I see you're still hard. Good!"
"Cause I need you inside me. Now!"

She shot him the look of a naughty girl. That's what she was for him and only him. His best friend, his rock, his love, his lil kinky, naughty girl.

"You want me inside you, right now? Huh?"

"Yes, daddy. I need you."
"Please, fuck me daddy!"

"You know I love it when you beg for it."
"Ask again."

She draped her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately. She began stroking his already ridgid cock and looked straight into his eyes.

"Please! Fuck me daddy!"
"Fuck me, hard!"

His hands were gripping and grabbing her ample backside. He made her get on all fours. She naturally arched her back ready to receive every inch of him. He slid inside her wetness, falling in love all over again with that first sigh she sighed every time he first entered her. She always felt so good. She was blessed with a tight, but deep honey pot. He started off slow. Feeling her walls pulsating and massaging his lingam. Her breath becoming more ragged.

"Mmmm, daddy! You feel so good!"
"Fuck me harder, daddy!"

He obliged her. His thrusts going deeper and rougher, just like she loves it. His grunts and her moans sounding animalistic. Not long before all you could hear was the sound of her thick ass slapping against his muscular thighs. He began slapping her ass cause he loved to watch it jiggle and she loved a bit of pain with her pleasure.

"Yyyyeesssssssssss!!! That's it!! Fuck yo pussy, daddy!!!"

His hands on her waist. He pumped, she threw it back. He reached under her and began fondling her clit, while she keep rhythm. He could feel her growing incredibly wet.

"Ooohhhh, baby! You hittin' my spot!"
"You gonna make me cum all over yo dick, daddy!"

He loved how she wasn't timid about talking dirty. In fact, it turned him on to no end.

"Come on my dick, baby!"
"That's it! Cum for daddy!"

He continued to flick her clit and she keep slapping her backside into his thighs. Her juices were dripping onto the bed and all over his fingers. He fed his drenched fingers to her and she sucked them clean.

"I'm cumming, daddy!!! Yyyyeessss!!!! Oooohhhh, ddaddddyyyy!! I'm cumming all over yo ddddiiiccckkkkkk!!!! Yyyyyyeeessss!!!!"

She was cumming so hard and he kept stroking hard. He loved feeling her walls clenching making her honey pot even tighter. His excitement coming to it's peak.

"Shit, baby! I'm cumming!"
"Cmon and taste your prize, baby!"

She quickly turned around and he slid between northern lips. He continued thrusting into her mouth. Feeling his seed pooling onto her tongue and filling her mouth. He shuddered with pleasure. She slurped and swallowed every drop.

"Yummy."

He kissed her lips.

"Good girl."

Daddy's Turn

Daddy's Turn 

"You okay, baby?"

"I'm more than okay."

"Good, cause we're not finished."

She looked into his eyes and saw hunger. A hunger to be deep inside her, but first she needed to taste him. Plus she wanted to try something new. Usually she had him lie on his back as she sucked lovingly on his cock, but tonight her passion held a deeper carnal fantasy. She turned herself around so her head hung from the edge of the bed. She reached out for his taut thighs and pulled him closer to the bed. Her head now between his thighs, with an under view of his balls. She began licking, kissing and gently sucking his balls. His lingam bobbing up and down in enjoyment like a dog wagging it's tail. Moans of pleasure escaped from his throat. She loved hearing his pleasure and knowing she was the cause. She felt a drop of his precum drip onto her chest. She began stroking his shaft. Then she guided his penis toward her hot and hungry mouth.
Just touching the tip of his dripping cock with the tip of her tongue. Relishing the taste of him.

"Mmmmm. Yummy."

Then engulfing his hard dick into her mouth. Her head hanging slightly off the bed, he leaned forward and slid down her throat. First thrusting slowly, feeling her tongue and mouth surrounding his cock. Slow thrusting building to deep fucking her throat. Her thighs spread wide, he had a clear view of her pussy getting moist again. He was so turned on by how deeply she sucked his cock.

"You love sucking this dick?"
"Ooo! That's it! Suck daddy's dick like a good girl!"
"Yeah baby! That's it!"
"Damn, baby! You gonna make me cum, you keep sucking like that! Shit!"

She gripped his tight ass as he fucked her throat. He began to finger her wet cunt, deeply and slowly. She began moaning and he could feel the pleasurable vibrations of her moans on his cock. He couldn't hold back anymore. His dick grew extremely ridgid and he released in her mouth. His sweet cum spewed on her tongue and trickled down her throat. She loved how he tasted and swallowed every bit. She extracted all she could out of his cock.

"Sssshhhhiiittttt!!!"
"Damn, baby!!"

Now it was his turn to catch his breath. Even though his release was had. His lingam still stood at attention.

"I see you're still hard. Good!" 

Daddy's Home

Daddy's Home 

"So are you ready for the real thing, now?

She heard him say standing in the doorway. Startling her from her euphoric haze and afterglow. Although she was completely naked, she never felt more exposed than right in this moment. Thoughts and wonderings of if he was judging her or saw her differently ran through her mind. However being the 'always' confident woman she was determined to be, she couldn't show her 'oops'. 

"Just getting warmed up for you, Big Daddy."

With a smile on his face, while removing his tie and shirt. She propped herself on her elbows, rises her knees and widely parted her thighs. Exposing her yoni that was dripping her sweet nectar.

"I've seemed to have made a lil mess. Could you be a sweetheart and clean this up?"

He went to his knees, grasped at her curvaceous hips and pulled her to the edge of the bed. He placed her legs over his shoulders as he kissed her inner thighs. Relishing the alluring scent of her lust. He began to lick, suck and slurp every ounce of nectar she released. His tongue skills was so on point, it made her feel like he invented cunnilingus. She moaned and cursed him for making her feel so damn good. She wanted him to stop, yet never stop.

"Oooohhh ssshhhiiiittttt!! Fffuucckkkk!! Ddddaaammmiitttt!!!" 

"I, I, I, can't take aannnyyyymmmoorrreeee!! Nnooo, dddooonn't sssssttttttoooopppppp!!!"

"Oh, yes!!!!! I'm cumming!!! Don't stop!"

"Yyyyyyeeeessssssssss!!!!!"

Screaming like a banshee, her whole body shook like a massive earthquake. He watched her shake and shudder with glee as he undressed. Letting her catch her breathe, he reached out and glided his big strong hands all over her warm, glistening flesh. 

"You okay, baby?"

"I'm more than okay."

"Good, cause we're not finished." 

While She Waited

While She Waited 

Fresh from a hot shower. She lit gardenia scented candles. Her soft hands gliding along her skin as she applied body oil on her moist flesh. Her thoughts had been of him all day and she was excited of his arrival. The more she touched her skin, the more she imagine her hands were his. Sprawled across her bed, her hands cupping her breast. Pinching her already hardened nipples, causing her yoni to pulsate. Her right hand slowly trailing down to where her thighs met. She could feel the heat between her legs as she parted her thighs. Her clit throbbed with anticipation of being fondled. He would be here soon, but she needed to cum right now! Her left hand fondling her breast and pinching at her nipples, while her right massaged her clit counterclockwise. Images of the things he did to her body, played her mind. Heightening her need to have him at this moment. She moaned his name. Said aloud how he made her feel so good. "Yes! Don't stop!" She could feel the crashing wave of her orgasmic release coming. Imagining her inserted fingers that were steadily thrusting inside of her was his cock. She could feel her pussy pulsating and getting wetter and wetter. "Oh, God! I'm cumming! Yyyyyyeeesssss!!!" Her body shuttered with euphoric aftershocks. She was so deep into her erotic world, that she failed to notice he was standing in the doorway, watching as she pleasured herself. As her heart rate slowly decreased, she heard a deep voice ask.

"So are you ready for the real thing, now?" 

Mr. B's Surprise for Me

Mr. B's Surprise for Me 

My body was still tingling from the massively, intense orgasm, Mr. B gave me. I felt like I drank a whole bottle of champagne by myself. Floating on air and glowing as brightly as the full moon in the night sky. Mr. B took the place of our driver to hold the door open for me to climb inside. The driver went to the other side to open the door for Mr. B. He was only away from me for two seconds, but I missed him immediately. What was this man doing to me? I don't get attached this easily. Somehow Mr. B has a way of getting past my barriers to get to the center of me. It's like he possesses the blueprints to my soul, my heart's desires. Desires I didn't even realize I had. I don't know how, but I like it.

"So are we going to my place or yours?" I wasn't ready for the evening to be over. Mr. B placed his hand on my thigh and leaned in for a kiss.
"Well, first we're going to your place so you can pack an overnight bag."
"Then to your place?" I asked trying not to show too much excitement. Mr. B didn't answer my question. I thought maybe he failed to hear me, so I asked again. This time looking Mr. B in his face so he could also read my lips. Yet he still refused to answer my question. All Mr. B said was
"Sahara... all you have to do is trust me. I would never steer you wrong or put you in harms way. Can you do that?" He held his hand out to me and all I had to do was place mine in his to confirm that I could trust him. I knew in my gut that I could. So place my hand in his was what I did. Mr. B pulled me close to him, I laid my head on his shoulder and we rode to my place in comfortable silence.

When we got to my place the driver got out of the car to open Mr. B's door.
"This will be a brief stop. The lady will be back down and then we'll head to our final destination." Mr. B informed the driver.
"Very well, sir."
Mr. B walked to my door to let me out. "What should I pack? I have no idea where we're going or what all we'll be doing. Couldn't you give me a tiny hint?" I was like a kid trying to get clues of what my Christmas presents might be.

"You're a smart woman. You'll know what to bring. No more worrying and second guessing. Okay? Remember... trust me." I simply smiled and nodded. Off I went to pack for my next adventure with Mr. B. First I walked in the building as seductively as I could, knowing Mr. B's eyes were on me. But as soon I was out of Mr. B's line of sight. I kicked off my heels so I could run to my apartment. The elevator can be so slow that I didn't want to wait, so I took the stairs. Luckily I only lived on the third floor. As soon as I got in the door, I grabbed my phone and called work to leave a message. But first I had to calm down so I could convincingly sound sick.
"Ugh. Ello, this is Sahara John... ahhchoo, cough, cough. Johnson. I'm not feeling well and won't be in for the rest of the week. Ahhchoo." Work is covered. Now to pack and to freshen up a bit.

About twenty minutes or so later I was back to the car. Mr. B was still standing by the car and was finishing up a phone call. He took my bag and held the door open for me to get inside. Then he placed my bag in the trunk. Mr. B climbed inside the car and pulled out a pair of eyeshades.
"Put these on, please."
I knew not to ask anymore questions. So I brought myself practically nose to nose with Mr. B and looked into his eyes. "Put them on me, yourself."
Mr. B flashed that sexy smile of his and told me to turn around. Then darkness was all that I saw.
"To our final destination." Mr. B signaled to the driver. He pulled me back to relax in his arms, all while placing sweet kisses on my neck and lips. Soon we arrived and Mr. B removed the eyeshades, to reveal we were at a four star hotel. I was flabbergasted. I guessed we were going to his place. But I was pleasantly wrong.

Mr. B grabbed both our bags, tipped the driver and sent him on his way. We headed inside and I noticed we went to the elevator instead of the front desk. "Hmm. So he had this all planned. Wonder what else he has in store." 
Eleven floors later, Mr. B and I arrived to our sanctuary for the evening. He opened the door and I walked into the most luxurious suite I've ever seen. It was more like a luxury apartment than hotel room. But the real surprise awaited me in the bedroom.
There were candles all about the room, fresh fruit and champagne next to the bed and a trail of rose petals from the door to the bed. There was even a bouquet of red roses for me on the bed.
"Oh. My. God! This is too much!" As I inhaled the fragrant scent of the roses. I couldn't believe my eyes. No one as ever done something so romantic for me. Mr. B took the roses from my hands to lay them on the bedside table. Looking deep into my eyes.
"Nothing is too much for a woman like you. You shall never have to want for anything. All you need to do is ask." That's when Mr. B placed the eyeshades back over my eyes. He turned me around, unzipped my dres, slid the sleeves off my shoulders and let it fall over my curves to my feet. Next Mr. B unclasped my bra and let that too, fall to the floor. Then Mr. B lifted me, placed me on the bed and removed my heels. Me lying on my back, clad only in my garter, black thigh high stockings and his eyeshades. I could hear Mr. B moving around the room. He turned on soft music, making the setting even more romantic. My sight being taken away seemed to have heightened my other senses. The smell of his cologne excited me even more. The taste of the fruit Mr. B fed to me tasted so fresh and sweet. He would have me bite into the ripest and sweetest strawberries I've ever tasted. Then he would rub the strawberries on different areas of my body and lick off the juices. First on my neck, then my lips. Next it was my erect nipples, then around my belly button. Till finally between my thighs. Slow, sensual licks and kisses Mr. B placed on my yoni. My hands on the top of his head, as my hips gyrated to the steady rhythm of his skillful tongue.
"Yes! Oh shit! Your tongue feels sooo good! Ooohhh, don't stop! Fuck yes! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" my body quivering and shaking so hard that it could probably register at a 7.8 on the Richter scale. Even after that massive orgasm, plus the one I had earlier I somehow had a burst of energy. I tore off the eyeshades and practically attacked Mr. B like I was possessed by a Succubus. I clawed at his clothes trying to desperately get them off. I needed to have him inside me. I longed for his orgasm. Once Mr. B was completely naked, I pushed him onto his back and placed the eyeshades upon his eyes. I could tell Mr. B was enjoying my aggressiveness, by the smile on his face and the subtle moans. Mr. B's cock was already hard and standing perfectly at attention. I straddled him and slowly slide my wet cunt down his ridgid shaft. We both let out a moan.
"Aaahhhhh!!"
Mr. B felt so good inside me! I started riding him nice and slow. Then I went faster and faster. Till I was riding Mr. B like a jockey trying to win the Kentucky Derby. My ass bouncing up and down his cock. Mr. B's hands grabbing my hips and slapping my ass, felt so damn good! My hips grinding while he thrust his pelvis. I fucked Mr. B as he fucked me right back. I could feel him getting tense. Mr. B was at the edge of his orgasm.
"Oh, shit! Sahara! I'm bout to cum, baby!"
That's when I slid his drenched cock from my pussy and slid him into my mouth. I hungrily sucked Mr. B's cock as I stroked him. Mr. B propped himself on his elbows to watch me suck his lingam.
"Yeah, that's it! Just like that! Yeah! Suck that dick, baby!"
The things Mr. B said turned me on. I loved every single moan. It made me feel powerful to have this effect on Mr. B.
"Ooohhhh! Yyyyeeeaaahhhh! Uugghhh!!!"
Just like that Mr. B was shooting sweet, warm cum in my mouth. I continued to suck. I wanted to extract every drop that he was willing to release. When Mr. B couldn't handle anymore he tried to push me away. I released him from between my lips with a giggle. Mr. B flopped back on the pillow, letting out a sigh of relief and pleasure.
"Whew! Damn! Sahara... you just don't know what you do to me."
"Umm... I think I have a pretty good idea, cause you're doing the same thing to me."
Mr. B held his hand out to me, to invite me to lay with him. I made myself comfortable laying partially on him. One of legs drapped over him, my head resting on his chest. Mr. B's arms holding me. There we blissfully laid. Me falling asleep to the sound of Mr. B's heartbeat.

... to be continued.

My Night with a Work of Art

My Night with a Work of Art

Ahh! Wednesday night came in a flash, yet felt like it took forever to get here. I spent most of the day getting all "dolled up" for my date with Mr. B. My best friend Brianna helped me pick out my entire look, literally from head to toe for the evening. With Brianna being a stylist, a bit of a control freak and my BFF, she was the obvious choice. I can still hear her sassy Latina voice ringing in my head.

"Ay, mami! He is going to worship you, like a goddess!"

"And if he doesn't, he doesn't have a pulse!"

I love her. Brianna's so confident and sexy. I wish I had some of her spice. Especially right now! Cause I was starting to feel like Quasimodo. I called Brianna in a panic.

"Brie, I need you to come over! Now!" I didn't wait for a response, before I hung up the phone. Fifteen minutes later, Brianna was letting herself into my apartment. She found me sitting on my bed, in my robe, with rollers still in my hair.

"What's wrong, chica? Why aren't you getting ready? Isn't your date, tonight?"

"Yes!! He's going to be here in like two hours! I'm freaking out!" I was rubbing my chest trying to calm down my racing heart.

"Okay, mami! Calm down. What's the problem?"

"Everything!! I feel all bloated and fat! What if he doesn't like the way I look?! What if I gained weight and the dress doesn't look right?! What if..."

Brianna grabbed me firmly by my shoulders and shook me. "Sahara!! Stop it! Don't make me slap you! Now breathe!" 

"Okay... you're right. I need to calm down." I took a few deep breaths and started to feel my heart rate slow down.

"Brie. Help me, please!"

"Of course, mami. I gotch you."

"Now let's get you ready. Go get dressed, I'll get my makeup case out the car. Rapido!"

Brianna worked her magic on me, but I was still nervous. 

"You look fabulous, chica!" Brianna was reveling in her work. "C'mon, give me a twirl." 

I twirled quite clumsily and I let my embarrassment show. Brianna just shook her head.

"No! Never show your oops! If you don't feel confident... fake it till you do! Being insecure is not sexy! Own your sexy, chica!"

She was right. I am sexy and Mr. B is into me. There was no reason for me to be nervous or insecure. "You're right, Brie."

Bbbbuuuzzzzz! That was Mr. B ringing my bell, in more ways than one. 

"Hello?"

"It's me."

"C'mon up."

Mr. B looked so handsome in his black suit and salmon colored shirt. His hematite, stud earrings looked like black pearls against his dark chocolate skin. His cologne subtle, yet intoxicating. I could feel my inner walls throbbing. It was amazing the immediate effect this man had on me. Mr. B presented me a lovely bouquet of purple tulips.

"Lovely flowers for a lovely lady."

"Thank you. They're beautiful."

"Hola. Vaya! Aren't you handsome?" I almost forgot Brianna was here.

"I'm sorry. This is my best friend, Brianna. Brianna this is Mr. B." Brianna held her hand out to shake his hand. Mr. B being the gentleman he is, gently accepted her hand and placed a simple kiss upon it. Brianna being the dramatic person she is placed her free hand on her chest and swooned as if she was an extra in "Gone with the Wind"

"Let me just put these flowers in some water, then we can go." Mr. B stopped me for a moment to place a kiss on my lips. I felt like I was floating on air. Flowers in a vase and out the door Mr. B and I went. But of course not without Brianna sending us off with her "trying to be funny" comment. 

"Don't get caught doing something nasty!" Brianna's laughter following Mr. B and I to the elevator. "I'm going to kill her!" I thought to myself.

Mr. B rented a car service to chauffeur us to the art opening. "Oh, you rented a car."

"Yes. I knew you'd be so beautiful that I wouldn't be able to concentrate on driving." Mr. B was such a romantic and he had me eating out the palm of his hand.

"You're looking quite tasty yourself." I retorted. Mr. B had his strong hand on my thigh and was placing kisses upon my neck. Just before we arrived at the gallery, Mr. B whispered to me. "Let's play a game? I'm going to guess what kind and color panties you have on, in three guesses."

I was intruged. "And if you guess correctly?"

"You have to give them to me." Mr. B stared at me with those hypnotic, brown eyes.

"And what do I get if you don't?" I asked.

"Whatever you want. But I'll be winning this game. Don't worry... you'll like it when I win. I promise." Mr. B's confidence was such a turn on. 

"Deal" and I sealed it with a kiss.

Mr. B held the door open for me and we sauntered in with his hand at the small of my back. It seemed like all eyes were on us for more than a brief moment. I leaned in closer to Mr. B. "Is it me or are they staring at us?"

Mr. B retorted with "No one is looking at me. All eyes are on my lovely date. The women wished they looked as scrumptious as you and the men wished you were on their arm."

"Now, let our game begin." Mr. B handed me a glass of champagne. "My first guess is, a sheer thong. Chocolate brown to match your mahogany skin."

"Incorrect, but nice try." I placed a kiss on his cheek and walked away to go mingle. I knew Mr. B was staring at my ass. He enjoyed watching me walk. After talking with a few of the other guest and admiring the art work. Mr. B came up behind me, placing his hand on my hip.

"Cheating are we?" I teased Mr. B, suggesting he was trying to see if he could feel the outline of my panties through my dress.

"Aren't we smart, but no my dear. I shall win fare and square. As a matter of fact. I'm going to win, right now. You're wearing a lacey tanga, the color of a nicely aged Bordeaux." Mr. B felt my body tense slightly. He knew he guessed right. "My God! How did he do that? And he didn't even need three chances!" 

"So when would you like your prize?" I asked wearing a cunning smile. There was a second floor, but it was only being used by the wait staff.
 "Meet me upstairs in five minutes." Mr. B instructed. He excused himself and I went to the ladies room to freshen my makeup.
I went upstairs and found Mr. B by the balcony, overlooking the party going on downstairs. I stroked the back of his head alerting Mr. B of my presence. He turned and placed his hands on my waist and pushed me up agaisnt a pillar, away from the railing. We could hear some of the wait staff filling glasses of champagne, wine and grabbing trays of hors d'oeuvres just fifty feet or so away. Mr. B went to one knee and slid both hands up my thighs under my dress. He slowly pulled down my panties to my ankles. Then Mr. B lifted each of my feet to claim the prize of my panties. He looked me deep into my eyes and sniffed at the wet spot I left in the crotch. Then put the panties in the breast pocket of his suit jacket. "Are we aroused?" Mr. B asked a question he already knew the answer to. He placed a hand at my throat and kissed me deeply and passionately. Taking my breath away. Then Mr. B placed me close to the balcony railing. He stood behind me and hiked my dress up in the back. Reaching his hand around under my dress, Mr. B began to massage my clit, making it swell with pleasure. All while kissing my neck and whispering in my ear.
"Does this turn you on? Me playing with your delicious pussy, while a party is going on? No one knows you're being a naughty girl."
"Hmm. Yyeessss." I moaned. I could feel his cock getting hard. I reached behind to unzip Mr. B's fly, but he was massaging my clit so well that my hand was fumbling. Mr. B unzipped his pants and pulled his rock hard lingam out. He dipped down slightly to line up with my now dripping wet yoni and slid inside me. I let out a seductive moan.
"No screaming. You don't want to get caught being a bad girl." Mr. B whispered. I gripped at the railing as Mr. B thrust balls deep inside me. My wetness drenching his dick. I was so wet, that Mr. B pulled his pants down so I wouldn't get the front of his trousers drenched like his dick. My God! The combination of Mr. B's amazing dick with the risk of getting caught was such a rush. My legs started to shake. I could feel the wave of a strong orgasm about to crash. My breathing becoming ragged and I pushed back into Mr. B, fucking him as he fucked me. Mr. B's hands gripping my hips as I grinded harder. I reached under my dress and massaged my clit. Oh, Mr. B was fucking me well, indeed! He started going harder making my ass jiggle against his pelvis with each stroke. My walls began pulsating around his cock. I had to put my hand over my mouth to muffle my moans. "My God, yyeeesss! I'm cumming! Ooohhhh ssshhiittt! Yo dick is sooo gggoooodddd!" 
I came so hard on Mr. B's cock. Then he pulled out and his cum skeeted on the floor. Mr. B held me close, his forehead resting on my back as I was still bent over, aftershocks of my intense orgasm hitting me. Mr. B had one arm wrapped around my waist his other hand holding his wet cock.
After Mr. B and I finally caught our breath, we decided to leave the party to head back to my place.

...to be continued.

The Journey Home

The Journey Home 

As Mr. B and I laid in his soft bed. Cum from my intense orgasm seeping from my pussy and waves of aftershocks coursing through my body. Mr. B traced his fingers along the trickles of sweat decorating my body. We laid in silence, listening to each others breathing. Or maybe we both were trying to think of the right thing to say. So I took the lead.

"I would love to have another taste." I said as I moved to straddle Mr. B. His thick cock lined up perfectly at the opening of my yoni. Mr. B caressed my face and kissed me.

"We should call it a night. I want to savor you, slowly. Not gobble you in our first night together."

I wasn't sure how to take it. I felt odd. It was a strange combination of feeling rejected, yet I still felt his desire for me. Was this some kind of mind game he was playing? Some kind of ploy to get me to beg him to fuck me? Well I wasn't falling for that. No matter how much I wanted to have his dick thrusting inside me.

"Okay. Are you sure? I could stay awhile longer."

Mr. B just looked at me in silence, but his dark brown eyes spoke volumes. I suddenly felt foolish. Though I didn't utter the words "Mr. B please fuck me." the way I offered him the opportunity to change his mind possessed a slight air of desperation. Feeling a rush of embarrassment I tried to exit with what dignity I had left.

"It's getting late, anyway. Plus I do need to get up early, tomorrow. Soo... I should get going." I gathered my clothes and rushed to the bathroom.

As Mr. B was getting dressed, he called to me while I was in the bathroom.

"Sahara. What are your plans for next Wednesday evening?"

I was wondering "should I play hard to get and make him hungry for me?" Then my next thought was... "Why? I really like him. Just go with the flow and see how this pans out." 

"Umm... no I don't have any plans for next Wednesday. Why? What did you have in mind?" I was hoping he had plans to thrust that gorgeous, thick cock inside me. Hey a girl could dream. Right?

"Well I have an invitation to an art show. A good friend of mine is finally done with her latest art collection and she's having an opening, Wednesday night. I would love it, if you could accompany me." Mr. B asked.

"Was Mr. B asking me to be his date, or simply as his plus one?"  I wondered, but all I said was... "Sure I'm free. What's the attire?" As I exited the bathroom fully dressed and hair combed.

Mr. B wrapped his arms around my waist kissed me on my forehead and said. "It's not formal. Just wear a nice dress. Something classy."

Mr. B held and caressed my hand as he walked me outside and hailed a cab for me. 

"You sure you don't want me to ride with you, to make sure you've made it home? It's not a problem."

I loved the way Mr. B was so attentive. "No, I'll be fine. Besides if you ride home with me, I'll be tempted to coax you inside to seduce you."

All the way home, all I could think about was Mr. B. His strong hands all over my body. The way his skillful tongue flickered at my clit. My lips wrapped around Mr. B's cock as he fucked my mouth. Hmm! The sweet taste of his cum on my tongue. I started to touch myself, right there in the cab. My thighs parted, my fingers making circles on my clit and squeezing my breast. My soft moans made the driver glance in the rearview mirror. The driver clearing his throat jolted me back to reality. Making me flushed with embarrassment. Luckily I was only a block away from home. The driver stopped in front on my building.

"Umm. That'll be $12.50."
As I reached into my purse for my wallet, the driver cleared his throat to gain my attention.

"Umm. We could call it even if you invite me in. You know... if umm... you're feeling up to it."

"Was this guy serious?" I couldn't believe my ears. "You know, if I was a hooker. Trust that I would cost way more than a measly $12.50!"
He tried to recover by saying "No, miss! I would've paid the difference! Please! I'm so lonely and you're so pretty! I'm sorry if I insulted you! Oh please don't report me!" The driver pleaded.

I just paid him the money and hurriedly exited the cab. I wasn't going to let this horny jackass ruin my night. Besides I needed to get inside to find a dress for Wednesday.
I rushed inside my apartment, to my closet. Pulling out dress after dress. Holding them up and looking in my full length mirror.
"Ugh!!" none of these dresses will do. Guess I'll have to buy a new dress. Then it dawned on me. Mr. B's good friend was a woman. I began to wonder "Were they the kind of 'good friends' that had sex? If so, are they still having sex?"
"Oh stop it, Sahara!"
That's when my phone rang. It was my best friend Brianna calling.
"Hey, chica. What are you doing, tomorrow? I need to go shopping. Come with me, mami." Brianna was so fun and sassy. I loved her like she was my sister, but she always talked so fast. That it was hard to get a word in edgewise.

"Sure, Brie. I need to get a dress for an event I'm going to next Wednesday."

"Oh, where are we going? What should I wear? Are there gonna be a lot of hot men there?" Brianna just kept going.

"Umm... WE aren't going anywhere. I'm going on a date." I was so excited.

"Oh, excuse me chica. So whose they lucky guy? C'mon mami! Spill it!"
"Beep!" My other line indicated another call was coming in. It was Mr. B.
"Brie, let me call you back. I'm getting another call and it's important. Okay, bye!" Click.

My heart was racing with excitement.
"Hello. Sahara. I just wanted to make sure you made it home safely. Also I called to say goodnight."

"Thank you. You didn't have to do that, but I'm glad you did." I was trying my best to not sound like a giddy school girl, grinning from ear to ear.

"So are you in bed, yet?" My God, his voice was intoxicating.

"I was just climbing into bed. Any reason why you're asking?" My curiosity was peaked.

"First, put your phone on speaker. You're going to need both of your hands." Mr. B instructed me.
"I want you naked and laying on your back. Now spread your legs and gently scratch the inside of your thighs. Pretend your hands are mine. Let them roam all over your body." Mr. B's voice instructing me was turning me on. My nipples were so hard, they were like a stack of dimes sitting upon my breast.
"Now, take your left hand and spread your pussy open."
"Take your right hand, pretend it's my tongue and gently massage your clit."

"Mmmm!" Mr. B could hear my moans.
"Yes. That's it, Sahara. Keep playing with that clit. Now take your left hand and insert your middle finger. Nice and slow. Yes. That's it."
Mr. B could hear my breathing becoming more intense.
"Now add your index finger. Keeping massaging that clit. How does that feel, Sahara? You like that?"
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Was all I could say.
"That's it! Fuck that pussy! Cum all over those fingers, Sahara! Yes! That's it, Sahara! Cum for me!" Mr. B's breathing was just as heavy as mine. With the combination of imagining it was Mr. B fucking me and imagining he was masturbating to the sounds of my pleasure was too much to contain.
"Oh, God!! Yyyyeeesssss!!!" My orgasm crashed over me. That's when I heard Mr. B curse and grunt. He was masturbating and orgasmed as well. Neither one of us said anything for a few minutes, cause we were both trying to catch our breath.

"Okay, Sahara. You should be able to sleep very well, tonight. I will talk to you later. Sweet dreams." Mr. B said goodnight, leaving me with the biggest smile on my face and in an afterglow of pleasure.

...to be continued.

The Stroll to Mr. B's

The Stroll to Mr. B's

Last you read... Mr. B and I had an intense quickie in the coffeehouse ladies room. He invited me to come back to his place to continue our evening.

As Mr. B and I walked down the street, he reached for my hand to pull me to the inside of the sidewalk.
"A lady should never walk on the side closest to the road, when in the company of a gentleman" Mr. B stated with his firm chest, slightly puffed out.
I thought it was very sweet for him to want to protect me, but I also thought and asked.
"So... are you made of steel? Cause if a car happens to jump the curb, it's gonna hurt you just the same." I said with a light giggle.
Mr. B laughed too. That's when he grabbed my hand to pull me back to the other side of him. Jokingly, he said "You have a point. I might need you to protect me."

Mr. B didn't live far. Only about five blocks away from the coffeehouse. I thought perhaps we were making a quick stop, before getting to his place. Cause we were in front of a building that looked like it was an old style firehouse. Mr. B pulled out his keys to unlock the door. I was puzzled.
"Where are we? I asked taking a step back to get a good look of the building. Mr. B's full, luscious lips slightly curled into a devilish smile as he uttered. "My place". Mr. B offered me his hand as he welcomed me into his place. Of course I placed my hand into his. Just being in his presence made me feel lightheaded. Touching him was intoxicating.

Mr. B's home was breathtaking! I was in awe. Mr. B allowed me free reign to look about his space.
"This is beautiful!" I couldn't contain myself.
"Thank you. When I bought the place, it was a rundown, old style firehouse. I renovated the whole place. Top to bottom. The only thing in the place that was stable was the fireman's pole"
I noticed the whole time I looked around Mr. B's lovely home, he never took his eyes off of me. I could feel his desire for me growing. Eventhough we had an amazing and intense quickie at the coffeehouse, I couldn't help but wonder exactly what does Mr. B want from me. My curiosity couldn't stay at bay any longer.
"So what is it, do you want from me?"

Mr. B took my hand and lead me to his plush sofa.  I sat down, but didn't sit back at first. He never sat down, which made me a tad bit nervous.
"Sahara, I've always found you attractive, but not just because of your pulchritude. I'm attracted to your intelligence. Your positive energy. You possess an inner light that burns and illuminates so brilliantly. The question should be, how could I not be attracted to such a wonderful woman such as yourself."
I was so taken aback by that outpour from Mr. B. that I was no longer sitting straight up. My God! I had no idea he was harboring those thoughts bout me. Mr. B allowed me a moment to take in what he said, before continuing.
"Sahara, you're a passionate woman. I can tell by your writing and the way you speak. You're open-minded and giving. Yet I sense that no man has ever really appreciated you. You exude this intense sexual energy, but you haven't fully released it. I would venture a guess that it's because you haven't found a partner to assist you in cultivating it. Or because their intensity level couldn't match yours, they made you feel ashamed of it. Am I right?"
How did he know? It was as if he opened my soul and read me like a book.
"Listen to me. Listen well. What I want is to find the wild, raw, sexual beast that dwells within you. I want to release that wild animal. Then I wish to tame her. Right now, you're like a lioness trapped in a cage. Stifled and stagnant. Pacing back and forth. She's trying to escape. She needs to escape. Let me release you, Sahara. Let me set you free. All you need to do is trust me. Can you do that?"
I couldn't believe what I was hearing! I had no words! All I could do was stand in front of him, pull his face to mine and kiss him so passionately. Mr. B wrapped his strong arms around me and pulled me close to him. So close it was like our bodies couldn't get close enough.
I could feel his cock growing rigid and pressing against his jeans. Desperate to get free. So I obliged. As I kissed on Mr. B's neck and nibbled at his earlobe, I unbuckled his belt, unzipped his jeans and hooked my thumbs along the waist of his underwear. As I go to my knees, I slowly and seductively shimmied Mr. B's jeans and boxer briefs down around his ankles. His dick was gorgeous! My mouth was salivating, but I wanted to tease him before sliding him between my lips. I kissed and licked Mr. B's thighs. Nuzzled his balls and applied light scratches on his taut ass. I could tell Mr. B was excited, cause his dick bobbed up and down like it danced to some unheard beat. I looked up and gazed into Mr. B's eyes as I parted my lips and slid his cock into my hot mouth. The moan that escaped from Mr. B, intoxicated me. I loved how his cock felt on my tongue. Sliding in and out of my mouth. I was so aroused that I could feel my wetness trickle down my thighs. Mr. B held my head and pulled his lingam from my mouth. He kicked off his shoes, jeans and boxer briefs.
"No! You've already tasted me. It's my turn to sample your flavor."
That's when Mr. B picked me up and threw me over his shoulder like a caveman. Upstairs to his bedroom, he carried me. Mr. B threw me down on the bed. He hastily took of my skirt. Almost torn my shirt off. As I freed my breast from my bra, Mr. B yanked his shirt off. We were both completely naked. Mr. B paused for a moment to gaze at my body.
"My God, Sahara! You are beautiful!"
Mr. B started sucking my tits. His strong hands explored all over my body, like a blind man reading Braille. He kissed a trail from my breast to my stomach. From my stomach to my ankles. I spread my legs to invite him to sample my nectar. Mr. B continued to kiss me from my ankles to the center of my wetness. His had a skillful tongue. Mr. B started off nice and gentle. The way he licked and kissed, sucked and nibbled at my yoni, made me arch my back. Mr. B increased his speed and slipped a finger inside me. Then a second. I couldn't help but to grab at his head, buck and curse as if there was a demon being exorcised from my body. The sensation of Mr. B eating my pussy like it was his last meal and finger fucking me was incredible. I came so hard! Even in my orgasm, Mr. B kept his tongue on my clit. It felt like I was gushing into his mouth and Mr. B just slurped up every last drop. I pulled Mr. B up to my face and licked his chin that glistened with my cum. As I tried to catch my breath. Mr. B said to me
"Though your name is lovely, it doesn't fit you. Sahara is a desert and you are anything, but harsh and dry. As wet as you get, you should've been named Victoria. In honor of Victoria Falls. As a matter of fact, that's what I will name your delectable cunt... Victoria."

... to be continued

Sahara & Mr. B

Sahara & Mr. B

My name is Sahara and I have found the most erotic and sensual lover, ever! For the sake of keeping his identity confidential, I'll refer to him by the name Mr. B. 

First let me offer a bit of background to the start of our... hmm... extremely, close "friendship". On Thursdays I venture to this trendy coffeehouse, for open mic poetry night. All type of people tend to show up to perform and share their works of art. I go alone and usually sit at a table, furthest from the stage & against the wall. I had seen Mr. B a few times I've gone to poetry night. We may have even grazed each other in passing, coming back from the restroom or venturing to the counter for a drink order. He seemed like a tech geek and he was kinda cute. But it wasn't until Mr. B performed on stage that I truly saw him. His speech was of deep tones, slow and deliberate. It was as if he purposely rolled the words around in his mouth, let them coat his palate like he was tasting wine, before he released them. Yet it was I who became intoxicated. When Mr. B spoke it seemed like everyone else disappeared and there was only him and I. Mr. B locked eyes with me and it seemed like we looked into each other's soul. I didn't muster up the courage to approach him. I thought perhaps I will, if he shows up next week. That's when Mr. B asked if he could sit down with me.

We talked about our love of art. Writing, in particular. Mr. B and I shared a table, critiqued each others work and conversed every Thursday for about a month before we exchanged numbers. Our conversations were so comfortable and fluid. I looked forward to our conversations that rapidly grew from once a week to daily. I was transparent with Mr. B and he was the same with me. 

One afternoon Mr. B asked if he could escort me to the coffeehouse to join him for coffee and face to face conversation. I agreed, cause it was Monday and I couldn't wait to see him on our usual Thursday, but I insisted to meet him there. Mr. B was already waiting for me when I arrived. He rose from his seat to greet me and pulled out my chair like a gentleman, as he usually does. However there was something a bit different in the air between us. We spoke for hours, oblivious to the amount of time that had passed between us. Mr. B's intellect is an aphrodisiac for me. Plus he makes me laugh. He was quickly becoming such a turn on for me. Just the sound of his voice made my nipples harden and my walls throb. Yet I managed to sit there across from Mr. B and carry on our engaging conversation. All the while my lace trimmed, black thong was getting sopping wet. Mr. B said to me, "Ya, know... I really like you. I feel like I can share anything with you and you wouldn't judge me. Thank you Sahara." I couldn't stop blushing at his sincere compliment. I needed to excuse myself and visit the ladies room. Mr. B rose from his seat and offered to escort me to the restroom.

"A nice lady, such as yourself should be escorted everywhere." Mr. B stated. I retorted with "Maybe I'm not as nice a lady as you believe I am." I'm not positive, but I believe I saw one of his eyebrows raise in interest to my witty retort. However I'm sure I saw Mr. B gazing at my ass as I walked to the ladies room, cause I saw him when I looked back. 

After I used the facility, I opted to remove my thong. I was soaking wet, from my excitement. Just as I was exiting the restroom and putting my thong in my purse, I looked up and locked eyes with Mr. B. His brown eyes were darkened with lust. He stepped toward me with confident, deliberate steps and guided me back into the restroom and locked the door behind us. Our faces were so close together, that the breath he breathed out, I breathed it in. Mr. B never took his eyes from mine. It was incredibly intense. He parted his full lips to speak.

"So you're not as nice a lady I believe you to be?"

I ever so slightly shook my head no. That's when he turned me around, hiked up my skirt and reached around to feel my swollen clit. I was embarrassed at the amount of wetness reforming between my thighs. Mr. B swirled his finger around in my throbbing, wet yoni. I melted at his touch. Mr. B unzipped his pants to free his rigid lingam. He slid inside of me and I let out a gasp. Oh my God! His cock felt better than I imagine.  Mr. B was average length, but thick. I was so tight and extremely wet that he had no problem sliding in and stretching my walls. My pussy held him like a firm hand shake. Mr. B thrust deeply into me about ten times before he announced his orgasm was coming. I immediately went to my knees to take Mr. B into my mouth. I wanted to taste him. I needed to taste him. Mr. B gripped my hair as I sucked and licked his cock clean. He released his sweet, warm cum onto my tongue. Oh, he was so yummy! Mr. B helped me back to my feet and asked me to open my purse. I obliged. He reached into my purse and retrieved my wet thong. 

"These... are mine."

All I could manage to say is "Okay." like a good little girl. Mr. B waited as I smoothed my hair and adjusted my clothing, before he unlocked the door. I wasn't sure where we would go from there. If this was not only the end of our evening, but the end of our friendship. Until Mr. B reached for my hand and asked. 

"So shall we go to my place?"

... to be continued