Chocolate Flava

  “William—I—well, if you insist—but just for a little while…”

  She rested both hands on his bald head and leaned back while he worked and ate around.

  For a whole lot longer than a little while!

  Part IX

  A week later Selena dropped by Ted and Margaret’s office for an end-of-mission wrap-up.

  At first they copped a ’tude about her waiting that long, but she told them after all that dancing and cunt-lapping and dick-sucking and ass-lashing she’d had to sleep for a week.

  “I ain’t Venus or Serena Williams, I’m only a love goddess,” she’d sniffed.

  After she gave them an oral and written report, she played a videotape that had been shot at the Shalimar Club the night before.

  William G. Gaddys was the star of the show. He wore a gold lamé G-string, cowboy hat and boots, and a wild ecstatic smile.

  His powerful, rock-hard, lithe, muscular body shined with oils as he did a bump and grind and all kinds of freaky moves with a bevy of beautiful strippers. Women were screaming and stuffing bills into his G-string.

  “Thank you, thank you, ladies.” He laughed when he finished. “All funds I collect will go to the Society for Sexual Liberation and Freedom and the Home for Retired Exotic Dancers!”

  They answered with a chorus of whistles and cheers, by stuffing more bills into his G-string and fondling what was in it.

  “Free love! Let it all hang out!” he shouted.

  “That oughtta give his old allies, the Housewives Against Pornography, conniption fits,” Ted said.

  “Who you think was sponsoring the benefit?” Selena said. “You think that congressional committee is still gonna want him to testify?”

  They all had a good laugh at that one.

  “Selena, you are a wonder worker, a marvel!” Margaret gushed. She was wearing a loose colorful flower-print cotton dress, open, and no bra. She sat on a loveseat next to Ted, who was wearing Bermuda shorts, sandals, and a sexy black silk shirt that was open to the waist. The desk was gone. Plants were everywhere and a large tasteful nude hung on the wall behind them.

  “I know I didn’t follow your instructions to the letter, but getting dirt on Gaddys just to extort him would have only created a resentful, angry person who might turn on you at any time or slip back into his old ways once your control over him weakened. Now you have a willing ally. You can push somebody down in the mud, but you gotta git down there with him to keep him there. And it’s good to see you two now practicing what you preach.”

  Both of them squeezed hands and nodded almost reverently.

  Selena stood up and walked over to them. She gave Ted a lingering, wet, open-mouthed kiss and then did the same to Margaret, and then gently pressed their faces together and left them like that.

  A few minutes later she was driving along the interstate in the big pink Mercedes sedan Gaddys had insisted on giving her in gratitude. Ah, the fringe benefits of a job well done!

  She punched the CD player and on came Marvin Gaye singing her favorite song, “Sexual Healing.”

  It was a fine, sunny afternoon. The day was still young.

  What to do?

  Oh, yeah. That brother who she’d given her number to in the Shalimar Club that night had been calling. Left his number.

  He was a fine young thang. Could probably use a little lightweight schooling. Or heavyweight, if need be.

  Yeah, she thought. Call him up and see if he can come over. Get in the hot tub. With a friend. Or two. Or six.

  She dialed him up as the car glided down the highway, smooth as glass.

  Rendezvous

  rukiya akua

  The day started out like any Wednesday at the office. The receptionist brought in the doughnuts and coffee while the rest of us began to collect money for our weekly lunch out day. A few hours later, I had consumed my veggie sandwich on whole wheat. It was just after twelve when the computer tech arrived. Twice a month, Tonya Stewart came to the ninth floor of the Merritt Building to service the computers for the Millennium Group. Every time she comes, we flirt. Well, I flirt. She just smiles. It had been nearly six months since I first noticed her. I recall that day so vividly. It happened on a Wednesday, of course. We were on the elevator together and I thought her beauty to be striking in a very simple way.

  She was tiny at 5′4" next to my 6′6" frame. She had the most perfect skin. It looked silky and I just imagined how wonderful it would be to touch her. Her caramel skin glistened, no doubt from the oil that she wore. It was a very subtle application of frank & myrrh. I thought I was in heaven. I like a woman who wears oils instead of those offensive perfumes. Her eyes were just a tad bit slanted and very clear, a pale brown. Full lips accented what was a very pleasant face and captivating smile. Yep, I remember her on that day as if it were yesterday. For nearly three months, I took every opportunity I could to flirt. At first it seemed as if she were shy, but now I believe it was just her way of trying to keep her visits totally professional. I had to admire her for maintaining a professional decorum. I, on the other hand, decided a little flirting wouldn’t hurt anyone. So I never in a million years could have imagined what would happen on this particular day.

  I always enjoyed my visits to the Merritt Building. Actually, I looked forward to them. I remember how hesitant I was at first when this site was added to my route. I recall thinking how I would hate dealing with the downtown traffic and how I would probably have to deal with a lot of stuffed shirts, too. But to my surprise, servicing the Millennium Group wasn’t anything like that. The best part of my twice a month visit is that I get to look at David Johnson. That brotha is fine! It takes everything I have not to flirt back with him. He’s been flirting with me for three months now and I’ve been kinda brushing him off. But today, today I am going to go for it!

  I think she does it on purpose. I know that Tonya wears her company’s uniform, but does she have to wear the pants so tight that they show off every curve of her body? But hey, I ain’t complaining. I’m just glad that mine is the last computer that she checks out before leaving the office. Sometimes I think she lingers a little just to talk to me. But I’ve also considered that after nearly three months of flirting and no bite, maybe she has a man or maybe a woman. I don’t know, but seems like sistahs are really going there these days.

  “Hi, Tonya.”

  “Hey, David, how’s it going? Are you having any trouble with this thing?”

  Tonya patted the computer and I wished I were spanking her. As she put her equipment down, I could see a little cleavage. Just thinking about it now makes me tremble.

  “Nope. Everything is fine, actually. My baby here hasn’t given me any trouble. So, how are things going with you?”

  “Same ol’, same ol’.”

  “Tonya, why don’t you sit down? I really don’t think she needs servicing today and if you have a few minutes before your next appointment I could get you some water, coffee, or a snack from the kitchen.”

  “No thanks, David, I don’t want anything to drink, but I will sit down for a few minutes. I have another job to do in forty-five minutes, but it’s only a few blocks away so I’ve got a half hour to spare.”

  “You know, Tonya, I’m glad that you do have a few minutes. I was wondering if maybe you’d like to go out sometime for dinner, a movie or something? I’ve looked and I didn’t see a wedding ring, so I hope it’s safe to ask.”

  “Well, I have been dating someone, but hey, I’m still a free agent for now. And I would love to go out with you, David. I’ve noticed you from time to time checking me out so I was wondering if you were going to ask me or not. You just don’t know how often guys will grin at me, stare at me, and even sometimes speak to me, but will never step to me honestly and speak their peace. I just don’t understand it.”

  “Oh come on…are you saying that every time you find yourself attracted to a brotha you step to him and invite him out on a date?”

  “Yes.”

  “Girl,
get outta here.”

  “Listen, if I am going to put out that much energy to stare, I may as well speak and see how far we can go. I am a very free person and I don’t get caught up in that ‘demure’ lady thing. If I see something, or someone that I want, I go for it.”

  “Well, alrighty then.”

  “And since we’re on the subject, let me tell you something else. I’m really glad that you asked me out. Like I said, I’ve seen you for some time now noticing me and I was just wondering if I was going to have to ask you out myself.”

  “You could have.”

  “And what would you have said?”

  “Baby, you can do whatever you want with me. You can take me anywhere you like, anytime you like.”

  “Is that right?”

  “Hey, it’s tight, but it’s right!”

  “Now, is that right? David, you might wanna be careful what you say. I’ve been known to take what people say too literally.”

  “I’m for real. Girl, you know I’ve been diggin’ you. You can. You can do whatever you want to me and I’ll let you. You could lean over right now and kiss me and I would just let you.”

  “Now, don’t get yourself into something you can’t handle. I don’t scare easily. And reverse psychology doesn’t work.”

  “Reverse psychology? Tonya, I’m for real. Look, we’re both here. I have this enclosed cubicle and…”

  “And what?”

  “All I’m saying is that you can do whatever you want to me right here, right now.”

  “Okay, let me see your thighs.”

  “My thighs? How you gonna see my thighs without me dropping my pants?”

  “I dunno, but I really want to see your thighs. I’m a thigh lady and I always find myself looking at men trying to imagine what their bare thighs look like. I like your build, David, and I wanna see your thighs.”

  “All right.”

  I couldn’t believe it, but here I was, in the middle of the afternoon, at work, in my cubicle, and I was dropping my pants for this woman whom, up until now, I had only flirted with casually. And although I couldn’t believe this was happening, I was getting this rush. It was better than anything I had ever rented.

  I dropped my pants to my knees, exposing strong, muscular thighs and black silk boxers. To my surprise, I was also exposing my manhood that had grown enormously, as this little game had aroused me. Thank God my cubicle was at the rear and I could see everything around me.

  “David, I see you’re easily aroused. I like that. I hate when it takes a hundred tricks to get a man up. I bet you cum pretty easily, too.”

  “Huh?”

  Maybe I was a little out of my league with this one. But I was curious. And the way my name rolled off her tongue was inviting. I wanted to kiss her, but somehow I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. I think I really wanted her to make the first move.

  “I said, I bet you cum pretty easily, too.”

  “I heard you, Tonya, but I was just surprised to hear you say that. Where did that come from?”

  “I see that you’ve gotten hard already and I just asked…so do you?”

  “Do I cum easily? Yeah, I guess. But not fast, just easily.”

  I have to admit that as I sat there, I was getting really hard. I didn’t think my dick could grow any larger, but this was really doing something to my ego and my dick. They both were growing out of control.

  I noticed that Tonya had started to rub the back of her neck with her hand. Now she was really turning me on. And if I didn’t know any better, I’d swear she was staring at the bulge in my underwear. Was she licking her lips, too?

  “David, do you like oral sex?”

  “Yeah. Who doesn’t?”

  “You’d be surprised. So, do you like to just get it or do you give it, too?”

  “Both. Do you?”

  “Well, I like to get it, but only if the guy really knows what he’s doing. There’s nothing worse than being excited and thinking you getting ready to get your pussy licked real good, and the brotha chomping on you like a burger.”

  “So, you don’t give it?”

  “Yeah. I love to give head. You know how some women just do it ’cause that’s what their men like? I like to do it ’cause I like to do it. I guess I take some kind of pleasure in knowing that I have pleased my man. And I get off on it, too.”

  “Really? Girl, I wish I had somebody like you. You’re smart, got a good job, down to earth, fine as hell, and you a freak! Damn!”

  “Damn what?”

  “Nothing. I just wish a brotha could be down.”

  “Maybe the right brotha can.”

  “So, what you saying?”

  “David, let’s cut the shit. We been diggin’ each other for a while now and I think we need to just go on and do something about it. What you think?”

  “Cool. So, we can go out this week?”

  “Yeah, that’s cool. What time is it?”

  “Uh, it’s three-twenty. You gotta go now?”

  “Naw, I got ten minutes. Slide your chair over just a little and keep watching for somebody coming.”

  I moved the chair over and she moved her chair around to face me. The back of my chair was against the wall. Tonya moved between the desk and me. As I looked out at my co-workers, I was in a daze. I couldn’t believe that I was about to have sex right there in the office, in the cubicle, while my co-workers were there working. I’d had some fantasies, but this one beat anything that I could have imagined.

  As I concentrated on the office, I suddenly felt this surge of pleasure rise from my feet to the temples of my head.

  Tonya had placed her hands and mouth around my dick and proceeded to give me head right there in the middle of the day, in my cubicle, in my office, while my co-workers were just a few feet away.

  I squealed and she squeezed harder.

  The pleasure from the pulse of her tongue and the warmth of her mouth, mixed with adrenaline, moved through my body like a stream of hot oil. It felt good. It took all I had to contain myself. Now I knew I had to have her.

  Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better she squeezed my dick again while placing my balls into her mouth. Then, she hummed. And I thought I was a damn harmonica. I wanted to call somebody, anybody. But instead I sat in silence as the thrill of ecstasy created orgasms in my mind. I knew the best was sure to follow.

  At that moment, she spread my legs just enough to go down low and lick the forbidden. This girl was a freak and as I sat there in the pleasure zone, I thought of whether or not I could hang.

  Tonya returned her tongue to my dick and then to my inner thighs as she made wet circles of lust form into streaks of ecstasy. I was in heaven!

  As she sucked and teased, I grew more and more restless. The pleasure was growing and I wondered if I could control myself. I wanted to yell, but I couldn’t. The sound had gotten lost somewhere between my balls and my dick. It was the first time in my life that I was ever speechless. It felt good.

  As Tonya slid her tongue up and down the sides of my dick, I could feel the pressure growing and knew I was about to cum. She knew it, too. Tonya gave one last tug on the balls and a last pull on my head, and suddenly I let it all out. She held my dick so that I would cum all over the floor underneath my desk.

  I wondered if she swallowed.

  Then she kissed what was left on my penis, licked any evidence off her mouth, and stood up.

  Yep, she swallowed.

  “Looks like everything down there is okay. I’ll see you in two weeks, but don’t hesitate to call if you need service before then.”

  Removing a card from a purple case, she kissed the card, leaving a lipstick print—undoubtedly to tease me with those beautiful lips. Tonya placed the card on my lap, gave me a devilish grin, and left my office.

  I tossed the card onto the desk and quickly returned my penis to its place and did the same with my zipper. Taking a napkin from lunch, I attempted to wipe up the cum, but the stain had set in.

/>   Staring at the spot, I didn’t know what to think. But quickly my look of confusion gave way to a sly grin.

  Picking up Tonya’s card, I read it with sheer pleasure and a growing erection.

  My Friend, the Pornographer

  Robert Edison Sandiford

  For the first time in all the years I’d known her—sixteen, since the very first day of high school—Jewel Johnson, my best friend, Jules, had floored me. Knees collapsed, sprawled on my back on the living room carpet, I lay gasping for air, sputtering.

  “What?” I said, clutching the receiver, shouting into it.

  “You heard me.” Jules giggled in that girlish way of hers, meaning you don’t stand a chance of refusing her. A former beauty queen with a knockout pair of tits and a kick-butt butt, Jules had been treated like a princess since puberty because of her good looks and adventurous spirit. She had a way of making people—both men and women—do for her feel glad they did.

  “You heard me,” she repeated. “I want you to tape Jay and me fucking.”

  Jay was Jules’ husband. They had been married for three years. He worked for an investment company but was an accountant by training. He was quiet yet attractive in an aloof way, like a stage actor. I always felt there was another side to him that was sly. But not bad. It came out most in his eyes, which narrowed when he smiled as if he was holding back some secret. And he had the body of a long-distance runner, lean and graceful in motion. Besides, what woman didn’t wonder about her best friend’s husband, especially when he was good looking, had big, loving hands, and she knew what they could do?

  Jules was, of course, the kiss an’ tell type. It seemed her exhibitionism was taking on new proportions.

  “But why?” I said, sitting up, staring at my video bag on the sofa.

  “Because you’re my Girl Friday. Jay and I discussed it, and we figure A, we can trust you (everyone else we thought of would enjoy it way too much); B, you’re a professional, sort of, at least you have the equipment and know how to use it; and C, since you’re between jobs, we figure you could use the cash. There’s a hundred bucks in it for you. If you say yes. Say yes, Rox.”