Alegra Verde (pseudonym for Esperanza Cintrón) lives, writes, and teaches literature at a college in Detroit. Virgin Blacklace first published her erotic short stories “The Student” and “The Judge” in their anthologies Misbehaviour and The Affair in 2009. In 2010, “The Pub Owner’s Daughter” was featured in Fairy Tale Lust, and “Things I Used to Do” was published in Too Much Boogie. Her ebook series Taking Her Boss (April 2011) and Tempting the New Guy (December 2011) were published by Mira Spice.
Kweli Walker is the author of Walkin’ Pussy, a collection of Afroerotic short stories. Her latest novel is Fire Blue. Her short stories have been included in The Best American Erotica 2006; From the Streets to the Sheets; a European erotic anthology, Scharfe Stellen; Long Beach Authors for Authors; Maxim Jakubowski’s Illustrated Kama Sutra; and most recently, Cole Riley’s Making the Hookup. She is currently completing The Maker, an Afroerotic thriller about love, lust, fetish, phobia, design, and espionage.
Zander is the biological son of Zane. He is a trained mechanic and website designer and owns two businesses: an auto shop where he builds race cars and installs audio/visual on cars and boats; and a graphics design company. He is an avid sportsman and an adrenaline junkie who snowboards, surfs, hunts, races cars and motorcycles, golfs, skydives, and plays softball and ice hockey. He resides in the Baltimore, Maryland, area. His upcoming debut novel is titled The Angle of the Dangle.
Zane is the New York Times bestselling author and editor of dozens of titles; the publisher of Strebor Books, a division of Atria Books/Simon & Schuster; and the creator/scriptwriter/executive producer of “Zane’s Sex Chronicles” and “Zane’s The Jump Off” on the Cinemax network. She resides in the Washington, D.C., area.
Just a tease
“Doing Bris”
by R. W. Shannon
An excerpt from Chocolate Flava 4
Doing Bris
R. W. Shannon
It was a typical Tuesday afternoon. I had the place to myself, so I thought, why the hell not? The cool air flowed in from my open windows, but I was careful to close the blinds. I wiggled my hips to the smooth sounds of the radio as I stepped out of my teal shorts. My gray tank top was already on the floor. I walked around the living room of my Georgetown condo, squeezing the full globes of my tits as my pussy moistened. My boyfriend, Jason, had moved in over the weekend, and his boxes were everywhere. I maneuvered around them to gaze at my nude body in the hallway mirror.
My dark chocolate skin was covered with a fine layer of sweat from my jog around the park an hour ago. I fingered my deep brown nipples until they hardened. My breath hitched as I watched myself run my hands down my torso to curve around the shaved mound between my legs. My brown eyes sparkled with mischief. Turning, I looked at my full ass in the mirror. I smacked the taut muscle before bending over. I realized, too late, that I couldn’t see my dark berry pussy from this angle and straightened up. Turning, I pointed at myself in the mirror.
“You’re so beautiful, Bris.”
I kissed my reflection in the mirror, winked, and then danced my way back into the living room and sat on the couch. Spreading my legs, I teased the soft nub of my clit. The muscle stiffened beneath my index finger. Moaning, I leaned back against the cushions and dipped my fingers down to explore my wet cave. I thrusted my finger inside, then stroked my supple wall before pulling it out and doing it again. A tingling sensation engulfed my pussy, but I wasn’t ready to cum yet.
Normally, just doing this much would’ve sent me into a fit of giggles before I passed out from embarrassment. When I touched myself, I normally did it under the cover of darkness, under the covers. This was all new to me. On my right was the thing that started this whole “me time”: my black leather cosmetic bag. I had stumbled upon it while I was making room for Jason’s things. It was my emergency kit. I hadn’t used it in the six months that we’d been together. I hadn’t needed to. I decided to take them for one final spin, before I got rid of them.
I pulled Pink Panther from the case. Panther was a slender, pink vibrator. The shaft was only five inches long. The tip curved up to perfectly caress my G-spot. I licked my lips as I twisted the base to activate the vibrate function. I held the smooth tip against my clit and squirmed as it massaged my bud, causing the sensation to cum to return again.
“Mercy …” I sighed.
Spreading my thighs further apart, I thrust Panther into my pussy. My scent filled the room as the tip caressed my G-spot. My body quivered, begging me to allow it to release. Not yet, Bris, I told myself. The shaft was slick with my essence, but I wanted to wait and see how many orgasms I could coax out of my pussy before I let Panther, and his cousin Black Stallion, go. I took Panther out and held the wet tip to my clit. The need to cum simmered. I cupped my breast and flicked my tongue over my nipple. Closing my eyes, I allowed my head to fall back against the cushions. I shifted to hang my leg over the arm of the sofa, widening my legs.
“Oh … God … Jason,” I panted to my lover, who was still at work. “I want to cum so bad.”
“So, do it.”
I froze. Opening one eye at a time, I turned in the direction of the voice. Jason stood in the doorway, balancing my favorite lilies in one hand, Chinese takeout and his briefcase in the other. See, this was why I loved him. He was always thoughtful. Not to mention gorgeous. I got caught up gazing at his blue eyes, his thick black hair, and porcelain skin that I almost forgot that I was butt naked on the sofa, legs spread with a vibrator pressed to my clit.
“Hey … you. You’re home early.”
Removing Panther, I let my leg drop to the floor. I blushed as he stepped closer to me to plant a kiss on my forehead. Silently, he doubled back to close the door. He moved around the boxes to set the food and flowers on the kitchen counter. I watched him. The fabric of his black suit molded around his muscular physique. I licked my lips as I again become aroused.
We had met on the Metro—The Blue Line—as he was going home from his job as a tax accountant and I was leaving my job as a curator at the Smithsonian. We’d been eyeing each other, trading pleasantries for a year before he finally asked me out. We’d been together ever since.
“Yeah, I thought I’d surprise you.”
“Surprise,” I mumbled.
I picked up a loose leopard print pillow from the couch and held it in front of me. When he returned, he took the pillow from me and threw it across the room. After removing his jacket, he sat in the armchair, positioning it so that he could see me. All of me. I gulped. I’d never done anything like this in front of him. Our sex life was, how could I say this, ka-bam! He was everything that I’d ever wanted in a partner, and more. He’d asked, but I’d been shy about telling him about my fantasies. What I needed more or less. Maybe I could finally let go of this last hurdle and let him in.
“You don’t have to stop.”
“I know, but …”
“Bris. I’m serious. Keep going.”
“Okay.”
I didn’t know how I expected him to react when he walked in on me masturbating, but this wasn’t it. He leaned forward in his chair, resting his elbows on his kneecaps. My pussy clenched. She was ready to go again. Reaching between my legs, I stroked her. She was still stiff. Each caress sent a tremor down my spine. I squirmed, trying so hard not to cum. Yet.
“Babe, I can’t see.”
I opened my legs for him. He grinned. I expected to feel weird doing this, but I didn’t. I discovered that I liked him watching me. As I stroked my clit, I caressed my left breast. My nipple tingled when the palm of my hand brushed against it. I traced a circle around the dark orb with my fingernail. I looked at him. He was unbuttoning his shirt. As his muscular chest came into view, an inch at a time, my breath caught in my throat. Oh. Damn.
“Are you wet?”
Nodding, I plunged my fingers deep into my pussy. Boy, was I wet. My essence sloshed out of my opening, dripped down the path of my skin to soak the cushions beneath me. Moaning, I bit my lip as t
he muscles clenched around my index and middle fingers. I pinched my rigid nipple between my fingers. My eyes slid closed. Man. This felt so good. I almost forgot he was sitting there, watching me. I could probably cum right now and …
“Taste it.”
I opened my eyes. “Huh?”
His shirt was all the way off and draped over the arm of the chair. “I think you should taste yourself.”
I gasped. I’d never … Oh … Fuck it… I removed my fingers and put them into my mouth. I was sweet with a little bit of tang. I licked my fingers clean before spreading my legs wide and pushing them as far inside me as I could. My core was moist and warm. The right temperature to cum. My thighs trembled as I traced the ridges deep in my core. My body relaxed as my pussy tensed up, ready to release the orgasm that had been building.
“Jason …”
“Yeah?”
“I …”
Before I could get the rest of the sentence out, my orgasm rushed out of me. I called his name as I came. I left my fingers in place until the tremors stopped, only because I couldn’t move. Sated, I closed my eyes. My stomach growled. There was a container of sweet and sour shrimp with my name on it. I also wanted to take a quick shower before I ate. At least, I thought that was the plan.
When I looked up, he had removed his pants and was walking toward me. Clad in only a pair of boxer briefs, he removed my fingers and sucked my essence off them. My clit began to throb again. With my fingers still in his mouth, he sat beside me. My fingers slipped out of his mouth as he bent toward me and kissed me passionately.
“You taste so good.”
“Thanks.”
He kissed me on my neck. That should’ve been my first clue that he had something up his sleeve. His fingertips danced on my bare thigh. My flesh tingled where he touched. Damn. Before I could blink, my nipple was in his mouth. He suckled slowly, causing the arousal to build again in my pussy. I opened my legs to ease my pulsating clit. I moaned as his fingers inched up my thigh to find and explore my clit.
“I know you’re not done,” he whispered. “You’re still wet.”
I shivered as he stroked my opening. No, normally I wouldn’t be done, but I didn’t want to bring out Stallion. I wasn’t ready to answer the barrage of questions Stallion might cause. Jason’s feather-light caress was making my pussy clench. Panther rested on my thigh. As I moved him to the case, the large bulge in the black snakeskin leather drew Jason’s attention.
“How many more do you have?”
“Just one.” I zipped up the case, but he took it from my hands and unzipped it. Damn it!
“You gonna use the other one?”
“I wasn’t.”
“Why not?”
He halted his words as he peered in the bag, then, looked up at me with one eyebrow raised. He pulled out Stallion. This dildo was twelve inches of thick, deeply veined cock. I saw the question in Jason’s blue eyes. I knew what he was thinking: that his dick doesn’t measure up, but it did. Jason’s cock filled every inch of my pussy and satisfied me thoroughly. Suddenly uncomfortable, I sunk down in the cushions of the sofa and closed my legs. I flashed him a sheepish grin while he turned it over in his hands.
“Is this what you like?”
“Well … no … I mean Kel had dared me to get it so … I hardly ever used it.”
I had gotten Stallion as a dare by my best friend a few years ago. Jason pulled the small tube of lubricant that was also in the cosmetic bag. The lube was strawberry-scented. The same aroma that drifted from Stallion’s shaft, though I’d washed it thoroughly after the last time I used it. I gulped as I watched him twist the base to activate the vibrating function. I had broken that feature long ago. I curved a strand of hair behind my ear and attempted to sit up. I reached into his lap and patted his erection.
“I like your cock better.”
“Sure,” he teased as he kissed me. “I’d still like to see you take it.”
With a look of pure desire in his eyes, Jason pried my thighs further apart. He paused to coat Stallion with lube before inserting just the tip into my pussy. I grasped his wrist before he could push it in deeper. This wasn’t how I liked to use Stallion. See, I liked to prop Stallion up and ride him like a cowgirl, but I didn’t think Jason was ready for all that. Or, maybe I was the one who wasn’t ready.
On wobbly legs, I stood and turned around to face the back of the sofa. He held Stallion in place while I straddled the massive shaft. Stallion was too thick and deeply veined to take all at once. I pushed the tip inside me, then stopped to allow my muscles to stretch around its girth. My essence dripped around the shaft, coating the latex to make it easier to slide in another inch. Leaning over, I kissed Jason’s lips as my pussy slid down another inch of Stallion’s shaft.
Slowly, I moved up and down the shaft as I gripped the back of the sofa. Closing my eyes, I moaned as the hard veins caressed the walls of my pussy. Okay, so I’d used Stallion. A lot. It was because of the way it massaged my pussy like a pair of fingers. Its tip hit my G-spot like a dart piercing a bull’s-eye. And when I would cum, it was so hard that I almost passed out. Jason’s lips on my thigh only heightened my arousal. He continued to hold Stallion steady as I bobbed up and down on the shaft.
“You like that, huh?”
I moaned in reply. He spanked me. The flesh on my ass stung but it didn’t make me stop. Instead, I bobbed faster. The sofa shook beneath my thrusts. My head rolled back. He smacked my ass again. My walls contracted and I came again. When he removed his hot hand from my ass, my skin immediately felt cool. I slowed down. Opening my eyes, I sneaked a peek at him. He was coating Panther with the lube. My breath caught in my throat. I thought I was done but, suddenly, his fingers were on my anal opening. Caressing and teasing the tight flesh.
“What are you doing?”
“You’ll see.”
I never told him that was a secret fantasy of mine: double penetration. My body trembled in anticipation as he kissed my shoulder. He released Stallion’s base to concentrate on what he was going to do behind me. My eagerness caused me to flinch when he touched my shoulder blade. My pussy tightened around Stallion. I reached between my legs and stroked my clit. The nub had softened but my fingers worked my clit into a hard peak.
“Lean forward.”
I did. The tip of Panther’s shaft pushed into my opening. I gasped, gripped the back of the sofa so tightly with my free hand that I was afraid it was going to tear. The swipe of his tongue against the sensitive skin of my anus caused my nipples to harden. I released my clit to hold Stallion in place. I’d used Panther in my backdoor area once before. My muscles relaxed to allow the pink vibrator access.
Jason worked my backdoor with Panther as I fucked Stallion. Both shafts tapped all of my pleasure centers at once. Panting, I fucked them as if my life depended on it. He didn’t know it, but Jason had just opened a can of worms. With his free hand, he spanked my ass.
“Ride it,” he breathed. “Ride that shit!”
My tits shook. My ass shook. When I reached for his cock, which was now sticking out of the fly of his boxer briefs, he knocked my hand away. Before I knew it, I had cum again, and again. When I was certain that I was going to pass out from the pleasure, the orgasms stopped. He removed Panther so that I could climb off Stallion. I collapsed on the sofa, trying to catch my breath as he went to the bathroom to wash them off.
“Mercy …” I sighed.
Every inch of my body ached. My throat was raw from screaming. My pussy was sore, but when Jason returned I knew that I’d be ready to go again. He sat the bag on the coffee table before climbing behind me and wrapping his arms around me. I exhaled when he kissed my temple. His erection pressed into my hip. He had to be going crazy but he never let on.
“I was going to throw them away,” I tell him. “I mean, after I used them one last time.”
“And now?”
I twisted around in his arms and kissed him. The whiskers of his five o’clock shadow tickled
my chin. I worked the waistband of his briefs down his hips to free his cock. He groaned as I stroked his length. I loved the warmth of his cock. The pulsating vein that ran down the side. While I preferred him to plastic, I thought I’d keep Stallion and Panther around for a little while longer. Releasing his lips, I dipped my head to wrap my mouth around his cock.
ZANE is the New York Times bestselling author of Afterburn, The Heat Seekers, the Flava series, and Dear G-Spot, among many other books. Her television series, Zane’s Sex Chronicles, is featured on Cinemax, and her bestselling novel Addicted has been adapted for a major motion picture. She is the publisher of Strebor Books, an imprint of Atria Books/Simon & Schuster, and lives in the Washington, D.C., area with her family. Visit her website at www.eroticanoir.com.
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