Zane's Busy Bodies: Chocolate Flava 4

  “Take off your robe,” she whispered.

  I removed it, never taking my eyes off the screen. I looked at her part her pretty pussy and bite her bottom lip. I could see her insides, thanks to high definition. She squirmed underneath the vibrator as she massaged her clitoris. My dick was as hard as Chinese arithmetic. I could feel myself beginning to perspire and to say I was horny would have been an understatement. I wanted to touch her. I asked, “Where are you? Come to me.”

  She continued to work the vibrator, making pleasurable noises, saying, “Not yet . . . Not yet, Brendan . . . but if you want me to spice it up, say yes.”

  I couldn’t refuse, my hormones were jumping. I said, “Yes . . . please.”

  That was when she appeared, standing at least five feet six inches, a little taller than my wife. Her hair was cut low, revealing a round ebony face. She stood with her hands on her wide, child-bearing hips, peering into the camera with almond-shaped eyes. Her body was perfect, with her private parts covered by a matching silk bra and panty set the hue of lavender. She was sexy and I had never seen her before.

  She spoke. “Do you mind if I help her out?”

  I couldn’t believe what was going on before my eyes. I stammered over my words, “Yeah . . . umm . . . go ahead . . . why not?”

  She removed the vibrator from my wife’s hand and kneeled in front of her, showing the thong between the cheeks of her round ass. She rubbed Sandra’s thighs and played with her wet pussy while I watched. I was ecstatic to see my wife being turned on by another woman. Unknowingly, my hand was wrapped around my dick and I was stroking it slowly.

  “I see you, Brendan . . . I see you,” I heard Sandra say, pushing her hips toward the electronic stimulant. As the mysterious woman stopped all of a sudden, she took her underclothes off.

  “Can I kiss her, Brendan?” she asked seductively.

  I nodded in agreement, looking for the baby oil so I could lubricate my dick. Finding it, I squirted some on my right hand and went to work, watching as she held Sandra in her arms, tongue kissing her softly.

  I watched my wife watching me, and then she asked, “Do you want me to go all the way with her?”

  How could I refuse, being caught up in the moment? I gave her my nod of approval and watched as they went into action.

  The mysterious woman straddled her and kissed her breasts, making her way toward her navel. Sandra blushed and shivered underneath her touch. As the woman parted Sandra’s vulva and darted her tongue into her wetness, she gripped her ass and pulled her toward her face. The moans were enough to excite me, but the sight was sending me over the top.

  I was stroking my manhood hard and massaging my balls at the same time, definitely holding back an orgasm.

  They were in the sixty-nine position now, giving each other oral pleasure. With the mysterious woman on top, I could see the juices from her insides run down her legs. She was in a frenzy, bucking her hips against my wife’s face and licking her moistness at the same time. Both were peeping into the camera from time to time, cheering me on as I masturbated.

  I had never been so excited in my life and I wanted to join so bad. I asked, “Can I join you . . . ooh, baby . . . Can I join you?”

  She screamed, “As soon as you cum, baby . . . as soon as you cum.”

  I was gripping my dick hard and stroking fast. I could feel the tingling sensation as it made its way from my balls up through my shaft to the head of my dick. I closed my eyes to the sexual noises and kept stroking. I jerked and caressed my balls while unloading my load all over the bed.

  I was in a fog when I came to my senses. All I heard was my wife’s voice. She was standing over me, speaking, yet I could not hear her.

  “Brendan . . . wake up . . . wake up, Brendan.”

  Finally, I came to my senses and saw that Sandra was pointing at my stained boxers. It had all been a dream. Everything was just a dream. She shook her head and handed me a piece of paper. It was the directions to your typical dinner party.

  She walked away saying, “Brendan, you should control yourself better. You were jacking off in your sleep.”

  One-Hour Proof

  Asali

  CHAPTER 1

  I loved my job. Not that it was the most glamorous or prestigious work, but the people who came in were almost always in a good mood. Usually they had just come back from vacation, a family function, witnessing the birth of their newborn, or some type of memorable celebration. I helped them create tangible memories of those milestones in their lives. Here they could pick out frames, have photos matted, create cards, and receive their pictures in an hour. It wasn’t hard work; computers performed the majority and I just packaged the items and assisted the customers with picking from available options. Most times they were in and out; everyone likes things done fast in this world. Sometimes they wanted life-sized cutouts or personalized gifts, which took a bit longer but customers were always grateful and satisfied with their purchases. For the occasional mishap with our machine or their camera, the customer always had the option not to buy the finished product. Happiness, one hundred percent guaranteed.

  Cute kids, handsome couples, damage for insurance claims, sunny resorts, sexy shots taken for a love; I’d seen them all. I got to be a distant voyeur into the lives of other people. During the holiday season everyone wanted to have their memories from family events printed to share before leaving town, to print customized calendars for the upcoming year, or have Christmas gifts made using photos. So we were busy as heck and it had been a long day. I was on a double shift because someone called in sick again. If I had known I would be called for an extra shift, I wouldn’t have spent my night clubbing into the early morning hours. My plan was to run outside to my car and nap during my hour-long lunch break. As sleepy as I was, I’m not sure which was worse, being tired or the lingering odor of cheap cologne left by my last customer. I’d been sneezing almost constantly for ten minutes since he’d left.

  A beautiful black woman with long dreadlocks walked up to my counter as I wiped my nose for the hundredth time. She wore multiple layers of clothing but still hugged herself as if she were cold or trying to keep herself from falling apart. She wore no makeup on her clear, unblemished skin. That made her even more beautiful to stare at. Her perfectly arched brows, cute button nose, and flawlessly shaped full lips were the kind people paid for. At least five inches taller than me, she could have been a model if she hadn’t been extra curvy in all the right places.

  “Hello, how can I help you?” I asked, wearing my counter smile while stifling another sneeze.

  She handed over a flash drive. “Can you print out the pictures on here for me?”

  “Do you know the name of the folder that the images are in?” I attempted to look into her downcast eyes.

  “They’re the only files on there, so just print all of them, please.” She stroked the tattoo on her left ring finger.

  I gestured toward the media viewer. “How many prints of each image would you like, or would you rather look at the machine and pick your quantities and size based on the image?”

  “No thanks, one of each will be all I need.” Finally, she looked up and made eye contact; her eyes were filled with sadness and tears.

  I immediately looked away and felt guilty for bothering her with pointless questions.

  “Okay, can you fill out this sheet with your information? There are only a couple of quick jobs before yours and then I’ll process your photos. It shouldn’t take long.”

  I slid the blue order form across the counter to her.

  With trembling hands, she filled out her information. I mentally took note of the name K. Miller written at the top of the form.

  “Thank you,” she said as she walked away with her arms tightly wrapped around her body again.

  The temperature outside must have really dropped since I’ve been in here, I thought to myself while watching her walk out of the store. I straightened the counter, quickly put things back in place around
the store, processed and packaged two print jobs, and then loaded the trembling woman’s flash drive to print. Curious, I walked around the machine to the other side to see what the digital images revealed. Although the pictures were different, the frame and background were all the same, which piqued my curiosity even more. The developer shot out the pictures in rapid succession. The focal point of each frame was a large wooden sleigh bed with white bedding. On the wall above the bed the phrase TWO HEARTS, TWO LIVES, ONE LOVE was stenciled. On the left nightstand beside the bed sat a framed picture of K. Miller, but only a part of the picture showed. The other piece of the picture was out of view from the camera.

  I could see the light in the room must have changed because at first the walls in the room appeared very light blue with rays of sunlight streaming in. As the pictures progressed it was as if I were watching time go by. I couldn’t see the sunrays anymore and the walls appeared a darker blue.

  Just as I’d begun to wonder why someone would want pictures of a room, a man and woman entered the frame. She had big loose curls in her auburn-colored hair and looked very short standing next to the tall man. I couldn’t pinpoint her ethnicity—she could have been Hispanic, a light-complexioned African-American, or an olive-hued Caucasian, but he was definitely black. Now I could see that there was actually a bit of a time lapse between pictures. They were standing and kissing, then undressing while touching, then pulling the comforter and pillows from the bed, and then there was picture after picture of their bodies entwined in different positions. First she lay spread eagle with his head between her legs, then he stood at the side of the bed with her lying across it with her head upside down, out of the picture, but obviously feeding on his lingam. Next she was on top, then he was on top, and then he was behind her, and finally they lay spooning each other. The whole time I admired their bodies and watched the expressions on their faces, getting more and more turned on. I could see the beautiful mauve-colored areolas on her small, perky breasts, her curvy hips, and chin-length curls that seemed to move constantly. At times they were swept back off her face, at others they camouflaged one eye or the other eye, and a time or two they fell completely forward, covering her entire face.

  He was ebony and covered with sinuous muscles. Completely bald with a neatly trimmed goatee, he bore a strong resemblance to the actor Morris Chestnut. He had a bright smile and seemed to get pleasure with every action. Right then, the store doors opened and my manager, Mr. Tim, walked in. Quickly, I walked away from the processor to fill him in on the day’s happenings and to conceal the fact that I’d been looking through a customer’s pictures. Invading the customer’s privacy was frowned upon; we were told to look only at the quality of the pictures, not the content. Afterward, I walked over to the machine and packaged the job for pickup. There were at least two hundred photos and I couldn’t get the ones I’d seen out of my mind as I walked to my car, ready and anxious for my nap.

  CHAPTER 2

  Inside my car, I put my windshield sunshade in place to keep anyone passing by from staring at me. Wrapped in my Snuggie that I kept in my car specifically for this purpose, I was snug as a bug. It wasn’t as cold as I thought but I wanted to be comfortable without needing to turn the car on to run the heater. I reclined my seat back as far as it would go and set the timer on my phone to wake me up. My Altima was a far cry from being in my comfortable bed at home, but it would have to do. It didn’t take long for my heavy eyelids to fall and take me to dreamland.

  It was as if I was in the room with them. She was standing next to him wearing only her black lace panties and bra, holding him around the waist. His massive hands were cupping her butt cheeks while he bent to kiss her. His colossal tool was barely concealed by the white boxer briefs he wore. It looked ready to jump and attack its victim at any second. They both lightly moaned as they kissed, taking pleasure in the contact and probably anticipating what was to come. I could smell their scent, like pheromones spreading in the air, arousing anyone who came in contact with it. My own nipples hardened against the fabric of my bra. They finished undressing, throwing their undergarments to the floor hurriedly.

  They stared at each other’s body in delight. Using their hands to outline their bodies, they each sporadically put kisses to their lover’s flesh along the way. I watched them and began throbbing. She held his manhood between her petite hands and worked it up and down. Smiling all the while, he watched and moaned while she moved her hands in a quick rhythm. She bent to kiss the wet shiny tip and coated her lips with the juice.

  “Get on the bed,” he said, finally speaking.

  “Wait a second; I want to pull these off. I’ll just leave the fitted sheet on,” she replied in her high-pitched voice.

  He helped her yank the top layers of bedding hastily to the floor.

  Cat-like, she climbed the wooden stepping stool onto the high sleigh bed, thrusting her ample derriere high in the air as she moved. Watching her movements, he licked his lips and kneeled onto the bed behind her, planting his face between her ass cheeks. Her giggles broke the silence as he shook his head from left to right, causing her cheeks to vibrate. In one quick move, he flipped her over onto her back and dove head first between her legs. The peaked tips of her mauve-colored nipples stood erect as she opened her legs wider, inviting him in closer. Her lover pushed her legs up to her chest and simultaneously grabbed both nipples between his fingertips. He pleasured her with his mouth and hands, licking, sucking, and lapping at her pink pearl. I could see his tongue flicking, circling and disappearing inside her. Wetness soaked my panties as I played Peeping Tom. Mercilessly, he tongue-fucked her to the point of her screaming and moaning from orgasmic sensations. Finally, done with his meal, he moved to the dessert, her nipples. He climbed over her body and took turns savoring each breast, alternating between licking and sucking. Meanwhile, she rubbed the head of his penis with the tip of her thumb, covered it in juice, and stuck the thumb in her mouth. Over and over she did this, sucking on the thumb like a pacifier. Her need for him was so great it seemed to fill the space and permeate the room with her lusty tang.

  “I’m hungry, feed me,” she purred.

  Smiling, he crawled out of bed and pulled her body to the edge.

  Whack, whack, he slapped his piece against the sides of her face. “Is this what you’re hungry for?”

  “Yes, please give it all to me. I miss it so much!”

  “With pleasure,” he said as she dropped her head over the side of the bed, slowly feeding his long penis into her mouth until the whole thing was in. I thought she would choke. She’d definitely mastered her gag reflex as she gave deep-throat head effortlessly. Slurping and sucking his dick in and out of her mouth, she drenched it with her saliva. In a constant rhythm she sucked him in halfway, to the tip, then to the base with her tongue, licking up and down the underside. My need to be more than a voyeur consumed me and I found myself masturbating while watching. The technique she used must have been very effective because her lover began to moan and cuss loudly.

  “Oh no, you’re not getting off that easy. I plan to pound your pussy and make you explode before you get it out of me. You have to work hard and earn it first.”

  She watched as he walked over to the dresser and retrieved a small, velvet pouch. A small, plastic bag fell into his open palm. Inside was a black, stay-hard cock ring. He fitted the silicone ring over his hefty cock and testicles and we all stared as it grew and became more engorged. I gasped. A wide smile appeared on his face as he gestured for her to mount him. She seemed hesitant as she moved closer to the large pendulum that moved up and down invitingly.

  “It won’t hurt you; it’s just going to give you love and make you love it back.”

  Slowly, and with some caution, she eased down onto it until she reached the base. Immediately her body shuddered, as if that was all it needed to reach a climax. With his large hands on her hips, he pumped her body up and down until I could hear the smacking sound from his manhood and her innards separa
ting. Finding her own tempo, she skillfully moved in circular and up-and-down motions. She rode his ditch digger like a madwoman, pounding her thighs against his waist. My own fingers worked wildly, stirring inside my honey pot. Sweat dripped from her chin to his chest. Suddenly, a quake erupted in her body and she began to spasm. Still flinching from her orgasm, he lifted her and lowered her onto her back. He entered her with a powerful thrust that made us both gasp. His back arched as he rocked his body into hers.

  “Ah, fuck me, baby! Fuck me! Yes! Yes!” she screamed.

  Smiling again, he entered her more forcefully. I could hear his thighs colliding with her body. I wondered if he had pushed the thing all the way up to her stomach. Her face contorted as she whispered the word yes over and over. Again, her climax came and made her limbs thrash wildly. With her toes curled, hairline sweaty, and eyes squeezed tight, she still begged for more. Putting his arm around her waist, he pulled her body as close to his as it would go and lay inside her. Deep.

  “More, more, give me more.”

  Rigid penis leading the way, he got out of bed and retrieved two pairs of handcuffs from his dark blue pants.

  “Touch your toes,” he said as he helped her from the bed to her feet. Moving leisurely, she did as she was told. He fastened a set of cuffs around one wrist and an ankle and did the same on the other side. “Open your legs wide and brace yourself.”

  “I’m ready.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “I’m ready, give me that dick,” she yelled confidently.

  With one hand on her waist, he steadied her body while he guided his length into her with the other. First, he worked himself in and out at a slow pace, then moved deep and fast, grinding into her. She tried to stand upright but couldn’t because of the handcuffs.

  “Hit it, hit it, hit it.” It started as a scream but ended as a winded whisper. He drove his dick in harder, faster, and without mercy. At times he moved from side to side to hit it from an angle. She screamed to the top of her lungs and I came as she did. My fingers were covered in my sticky, sweet juice. I looked at the couple just as he began cumming, too. It shot all over her as he moved in and out of her, still maintaining his erection but allowing his penis to come all the way out to shower her with his jiz.