“Oh, shit, baby, I’m cumming!” the officer exclaimed. “This shit’s going down your throat.” He turned Keisha around and pushed her onto her knees. “Suck it and swallow, or the deal’s off.”
Keisha placed his meat back into her mouth, and started to suck harder than she had all night. The officer’s thick cum filled her mouth. As Officer Williams recovered from his orgasm, Keisha opened her mouth wide and showed him his cum. She closed her mouth, and swallowed it down.
After replacing their clothes and fixing up a bit, Officer Williams drove Keisha back to her car.
“Drive home safely,” Officer Williams offered as she opened the door of his car.
“Home?” Keisha replied. “Who’s going home? I’m headed to the club. You were a delicious appetizer. Now, I’m ready for the main course.”
Officer Williams just shook his head and smiled as he made sure she got into her car safely, and drove away.
1-800-HOT-TALK
Shonell Bacon
It was a typical day for Sharon. She worked as an administrative assistant at a busy real estate office. However, today it was quiet, and except for the occasional phone inquiry she spent her day surfing the ’Net, checking out two of her favorite places: Black Planet and Black Voices.
After returning from lunch, her bosses—two female realtors—informed her that they would be out the rest of the day for meetings and checking out sites, so she would be running things from this end. Joy, thought Sharon, I can finally have a quiet day. She slipped out of her chocolate-colored pumps, wiggled her toes, and took a deep breath, relaxing herself. She ran her left hand through her short, naturally curly ’do and smiled. Today was one of those workdays that employees rarely had. The ones where there was no slack and nothing but smiles, and that’s exactly what Sharon did. Smiled.
She lazily surfed the ’Net while typing up some correspondence that wasn’t really due out, but she wanted to keep ahead. When you want to ’Net, you learn how to multi-task real quick.
An hour before she was scheduled to head home, the phone rang, interrupting Sharon’s quiet space. She sighed. “Please don’t let this be too complicated,” she muttered to herself.
“B & D Realtors,” Sharon chimed. “Sharon speaking.”
“Hey.” Instantly, Sharon’s body perked up and a smile as big as a canyon floated across her lips.
“Hey, baby,” she softly crooned into the phone after hearing her boo’s voice through the phone line. “Wassup?”
“Nothing, boo,” his dark, chocolaty voice whispered into her ear. “I’m still at work, and wanted to speak to my baby. Will I see you tonight?”
“I dunno. I have the gym, then I gotta go pick up Mom and have dinner with her and my cousin, and then I have a project I’m working on.”
“A project, huh? Is this for your lil company?”
“Yep, yep. But I’m free tomorrow. How about I meet you at your place after work?”
“Sounds good, babygirl.”
A silence fell across the lines, only broken by the sound of Sharon and her boo—Brian’s—breathing.
“So tell me, babygirl,” Brian began. “What are you wearing?”
Sharon laughed. “My monkey suit!”
“Come on, boo, play with me.”
Sharon smiled. “I have on my chocolate business suit—jacket off, white silk tank top, knee-length skirt with slit on right thigh, my champagne-colored panties and bra, and my shoes off.”
“Mmm.” Sharon could hear Brian’s voice struggling to maintain its professional tone. “Boo, I just locked my office door, and now I’m sitting here thinking about getting up under that desk of yours.”
Sharon felt a flutter in her lower belly and a slight ache begin to form between her legs. “Oh, yeah?” she offered back.
“Oh, yeah,” Brian answered. “I wish I could spread those smooth brown legs of yours apart and kneel between them…kissing up your thighs and dropping kisses on the crotch of your panties….”
Sharon groaned. “Babe, what are you trying to do to me?”
“Anyone there?” Brian asked, ignoring Sharon’s question.
“No,” she whispered. “Out for the day.”
“I want to make love to you with my tongue, Shar.”
The slight ache had turned into a deep throbbing between Sharon’s legs. She closed them tightly to try to keep the feelings inside, but the sound of Brian’s voice was doing things to her.
“Tell me…can you feel me slip your panties to the side…letting my tongue hit that swollen button of yours? Swirling my tongue around it…sucking it into my mouth?”
“Mmm hmm,” Sharon whimpered, now sitting languidly in her chair, her breathing deep and labored. “I can feel it, boo.”
“I swear I can already smell your sweet juices and taste them on my tongue. Licking them up as I lick up and down your hot spot, babygirl…damn, I love when you purr in the back of your throat when I lick you just right.”
“Boo,” Sharon crooned into the phone. “You have me soooooooooooo wet right now. I can feel it against my panties.”
“Damn, none of that should go to waste, baby,” Brian answered. “I want it all, either on my lips, or…”
“Around that nice, stiff, thick pole of yours?” Sharon finished Brian’s sentence. The phone beeped. Sharon sighed. “Sorry, hold on, baby.”
“Uh, hello?” she answered, ever so unprofessionally.
“Sharon? This is Debra, are you okay?”
Shit, Sharon said to herself. It was one of her bosses. She cleared her throat and slipped back into her professional voice.
“Why do you ask, Deb?” Sharon chirped.
“Your voice…sounds funny.”
“Oh, my throat’s just dry, I think. What can I do you for?”
“Just calling in, making sure no calls came that were too important. I wanted to tell you to have a nice weekend.”
Yeah, Sharon thought, one very important call.
“Nope, no calls, and you have a good one, too, Deb.”
“Okay, later.”
Sharon quickly clicked over and her voice flipped instantly into her “in need of her baby” voice. “Brian,” she moaned into the phone.
Sharon could tell by Brian’s voice that the little interruption hadn’t halted any of his needs and desires.
“Tell me something good, babygirl,” he whispered.
“Can I straddle you in your chair, baby?” she spoke, softly, in a girlish voice.
“Oh most definitely, boo,” he groaned.
“I want to slip off my panties, hike up my skirt, and straddle you, feeling you press deeply inside me.”
“Mmm, I’m so hard, baby. I would have to slip that shirt off you and the bra too…suck on those dark-brown, stiff nipples of yours. I know how you like it…suck those nipples nice and slow. When I let the tip of my tongue lightly stroke around your nipples before I nip at the tip of them and suck them into my mouth, they taste just like Hershey’s Kisses.”
“I love feeling your warm mouth on my nipples, licking and sucking and biting them, boo. They’re hard right now just thinking about you doing that…and while you suck on my nipples, I would ride the hell out of you, pumping up and down, milking you of all your juices.”
“Milk me, baby,” Brian groaned, his voice strangled. “Milk it like you know how.”
“Can you feel me gripping you, boo?”
“Yesssssssss.”
“Can you feel yourself buried deep inside of me?”
“Yessssssssss…lemme lick up your neck, babygirl…hit that spot behind your right ear.”
Sharon shivered as a sensation slivered from the bottom of her feet to the ends of her hair.
“Oh damn, boo,” she cried out, oblivious to her surroundings. “You know that’s my spot.”
He smiled. “Yeah, and I know a few others, too. Like when I’m hitting you from the back…got my hands pressed against the small of your back…your ass up…and I swivel my hips and pop
that spot…that spot that makes you cream and scream out my name and cum all over the place…know that spot?”
Sharon bit down on her bottom lip, but not fast enough to catch the cries of passion that were flowing from her mouth. “You know I do, boo,” she cried. “When you start wiling, and slamming inside of me, and smacking my ass too? Oooh shit, boo, all I want to do is scream and cry out your name and beg you to do me harder…and you always come through.”
“Babygirl?”
“Yessss, boo,” Sharon replied, her voice quivering.
“I’m leaving now…you’re off in ten minutes. I will be at your apartment when you get there. Love you.”
“You too.”
There was no need in protesting. It wasn’t like Sharon wanted to anyway. She would just have Brian as her gym time, and Mom and her cousin? A late dinner never hurt anybody. Sharon slipped on her pumps, stacked her work, and took in deep breaths, anxiously waiting for the next ten minutes to pass so she could break the sound barrier on her way home.
“Baby?” Sharon called out as she unlocked her front door. She dropped her purse on the living room sofa and stepped out of her pumps. “I thought he said he was going to be here,” she mumbled. The apartment was pitch-black. Sharon plopped her bottom on the back of the sofa as she ran her fingers through her hair.
Closing her eyes, Sharon let out a moan, gliding her fingertips along her cheeks and neck. “He better get here soon,” she whispered, “or I’ll have to start solo.” A moment later, a smile made its way along her lips as she took in a whiff of Obsession for Men cologne. Sharon spun around, coming face-to-face with a smirking Brian.
“Thought you could sneak up on me, didn’t you?” she asked, laughing.
“Thought I could hit it from the back,” Brian answered, jumping onto the sofa and leaning over to kiss Sharon.
Once their tongues untangled from each other, Sharon added, “You don’t have to sneak up to do that, baby.”
Sharon raised her hands to Brian’s chocolate face, gently stroking his bald head and trailing her fingertips down his neck to the front of his collar. “So,” she whispered, unbuttoning his shirt, “hit anybody on the way here?”
With the last button unfastened, Sharon removed Brian’s shirt with a rush, her hands hungry to feel the taut, dark skin that dwelled beneath the fabric.
“One or two pedestrians,” he said, chuckling, before removing Sharon’s jacket, letting it drop to the floor. “Raise your arms, boo,” he whispered in that deep voice that left Sharon’s panties damp. As she raised her arms, Brian raised her silk tank top, kissing each newly exposed piece of heated flesh. Sharon cooed.
“How do your lips stay so warm?” she crooned.
Brian answered by stroking up and down her back, un-snapping her bra and removing it. His eyes raked over her full breasts, her nipples standing at attention. He watched the lust dance in Sharon’s eyes as he nimbly played with her taut nipples, gently pinching them. He kissed her, once, quaintly, twice, gently, and thrice, sucking the life force from her very being.
Brian’s moist, heated lips traipsed down her neck where he sucked a nice round hickey before he continued his journey down to her mocha brown slopes. There, he took turns ravishing her chocolate nipples, devouring them.
“Brian,” she moaned, holding his slick head to her bosom, “I’m aching.”
Their eyes connected, and he could feel the sexual pain emanating from her. In a flash, he jumped over the back of the sofa, pressing his body close to Sharon’s. His hands trailed down her back, cupping her firm ass. Their lips connected, tongues danced, bodies grinded tightly together. With bated breath, Sharon broke the kiss. Her wet tongue began to sensually slope down his neck to his thick chest. She bit his nipples, causing a strangled cry.
“Shar, you know that’s my spot,” he groaned.
After much lip service, Sharon looked into Brian’s face, smiling wickedly. “It’s not the only one,” she said.
Sharon’s hands followed behind her tongue as she licked and kissed her way down to Brian’s tight stomach. Quickly, she unbuckled his belt and unzipped his slacks, pushing them down to the floor. The only thing standing between her and her needed object were his Calvin Klein’s. Her hands moved along the stiff terrain under his briefs, causing them both to moan.
On her knees, Sharon kissed up Brian’s right leg, sucking his inner thigh. She could feel his thick member growing. She kissed along it through the fabric before kissing and sucking on his left inner thigh.
“Girl,” he whispered, “you got me hurting.”
“Let me make it feel better for you.” Latching her fingers under Brian’s waistband, she pulled the briefs over his magnificent parts and let them drop down with his slacks.
“Mm mm mm,” she cooed, reaching her hands out, stroking his hips before moving to his groin. The silky feel of his dick always turned her on, especially when he would get so turned on that thick veins strained under the skin…like now.
Sharon stroked Brian, kissing his head. He shuddered. She licked down the length of him before rubbing her mouth along his balls, humming on them. She took her time, leaving no spot of his balls unattended. She sucked and kissed as her hands worked magic on his throbbing dick.
Sharon felt Brian’s fingers slither into her short hair, silently begging her to take him into her mouth. Without hesitation, she did, taking him whole.
“Ahhh!” he cried, always amazed at how Sharon never went slow, always going straight for the gusto the first time out.
Her jaw worked his muscle like a pro. Brian had to look down, take in the sight of his baby’s full lips wrapped tightly around him. Just the view made his hips pump toward her mouth, made his dick harder, made him feel lightheaded.
“Ooh shit!” His hands were firmly on Sharon’s head, guiding her up and down his muscle as his hips pumped in unison. Almost angrily, he pushed her off him, watching her softly land on her bottom. She looked up at him questioningly. Brian gave her a devilish smile before yanking her up from the floor. He kissed her hard and deep before turning her, pressing her back tight against his front. Sharon could feel his dick against her ass and she felt faint.
Brian bent her over the back of the sofa. His hands moved to her skirt. He unzipped it and removed it with a swiftness before ripping her panties right off her ass. He knelt down, kissing each of her round brown ass cheeks before parting them, running his tongue down her crack to her wet, dripping center.
“Gawd,” Sharon whimpered, bucking her ass back to Brian’s face.
“So sweet,” Brian whispered against her wetness.
“Take me, Bri!” Sharon yelled, turning her head back to him.
He looked to his right, seeing the fire glistening in her eyes, and without thinking a second longer, he stood, rubbing his hands from the nape of Sharon’s neck to her ass. He stroked himself before letting the tip gently probe down Sharon’s ass to the wetness that developed at Sharon’s entrance.
“Umph,” she grunted, as Brian gave three short pumps against her hot box before pushing soundly into her. She screamed. The initial full, long stroke always caused pain for her, but she quickly recovered, Brian fitting her like a glove.
Brian’s hands gripped Sharon’s shoulders as he swiveled his hips and long-stroked Sharon. She milked him with each stroke. “Harder,” Sharon grunted out. “Harder, Bri…ooh, Gawd.”
“Mm hmm,” Brian whispered, giving her three short pumps for every long stroke. “You’re on fire, baby…and I’m about to put this sweet pussy out.”
Sharon’s eyes rolled up into her head. She could feel Brian damn near tapping into her belly and she felt weak in the knees and overheated.
“Baby!” she yelled, bucking hard against him, “I’m coming! Shit!”
Brian moved with pistonlike precision in and out of Sharon until he felt he would rip from his skin. “Ahhh shit,” he groaned. “Ahhh shit.”
Deeply planted within Sharon’s hot, throbbing pussy, Brian c
ame, crying out. Their heavy breathing ricocheted off the living room walls as Brian’s almost lifeless body lay on top of Sharon’s.
The phone rang and they both glanced at it over on the coffee table. Their exhaustion didn’t afford them the chance to get it before the machine clicked on.
“Girl!” It was Sharon’s cousin. “Where you at? Your mother and I are waiting at the restaurant. Hit me on my cell, peace.”
Sharon and Brian broke into laughter as soon as the beep sounded on the machine. “So, are you going to go?” Brian asked, rising from Sharon’s back before giving her a little smack on the ass.
“After my gym time…and all this exercise?” she asked, slowly turning to face him. They kissed. “I’m famished!”
Midnight Letter to Fran
Tenille Brown
My sweet Frances,
I can’t get two good hours of sleep without you creeping into my thoughts. You have invaded my mind once again, and I had to crawl quietly out of bed, sneaking away to jot down all these things your vision makes me feel. Night after night, I see you all around me, your face on these ivory walls dimly lit by the moon, your legs tangled with mine under this crisp white comforter, your hands in mine helping me touch you. Then, I jerk myself awake to the sound of your voice after coming hard in my sleep, and I find that it is only he, this unforgiving and unkind husband of mine, breathing his sourness into my face. This is my cold reality. This is the life I chose in spite of what we had together, in spite of myself.
Listen, honey, I know you told me not to even look your way until I had my shit figured out, but I think I’ve got it. Now, I don’t claim to be coming with all the answers, but this is what I do know. My body experienced its awakening at the touch of your hand. My mind became open to experiences real and new and fantastic, and every year of the thirty-one we’ve shared as friends took on new meaning when our lips touched and parted and our tongues joined for a slow, sensual dance. And risking everything doesn’t seem like such a bad idea at all, now that I’m thinking about it, now that I’m waking up in the middle of every night with my pussy and nipples throbbing and my tongue darting at the empty air and calling to you. My intent was to save face, to put my family life first, even if it was only a front to cover up the dual feelings I had for my husband and my lover. But four months, two weeks, and six days have passed me by and my life has proven to be the biggest comedy act to ever hit the center stage. But, you see, Fran, I’m the only one laughing. I mean, after the fallout, when he has finally won, the bastard doesn’t even bother to touch me anymore. I remember back in the day (pre–you and me) when the two of us couldn’t even walk a block without him reaching for my hand or stroking my back. Now this king-sized bed we’ve loved in, whispered in, argued in hushed tones in for thirteen years, has been distinctly divided into two halves, appropriately titled his and hers.