Honey Flava

by Zane

  “Yes!” I answered unequivocally.

  “Alright then. Come on in here with me.” He read the chart on the door. “It was just cleaned by Janis less than fifteen minutes ago. So, let’s indulge ourselves.”

  I followed him into the bathroom. We entered unnoticed. He locked the door behind us and turned to me. I was so excited—filled with anticipation and concupiscence. We looked into each other’s eyes, pausing for just one moment. He grabbed me and kissed me hard. He pulled back, looking intently into my eyes as he tugged my shirt up over my head and dropped it to the floor. Geoffrey unhooked my red satin bra as he kissed my neck. He slowly pulled down the straps as he trailed kisses down to my collarbone. He gently freed my breasts, deftly discarding my bra as he kissed his way to my nipples and suckled my tits, sending waves of pleasure through my body. All I wanted was to grip the back of his head and press him to me—but all I could do was clench my fists and ride out the deluge of sensations that were flooding my body and breath. Geoffrey kissed his way down my stomach. He knelt in front of me—pulling my pants down as he went. I stepped out of my slacks and kicked them to the side. He sank his teeth into my pussy through the red satin of my thong—making me gasp with delight and cream soak my panties. I pulled his shirt over his head, exposing his muscular chest, stomach, and back. He had just enough hair on his chest and stomach to be wonderfully alluring. He gripped the front of my thong in his fist, then looked up at me.

  “Snatch it off!” I commanded. No one had ever done that to me before; however, it had long been a fantasy of mine. I smiled a wicked smile as I awaited for him to follow my instructions. He tightened his grip and ripped my thong right off my body. “That’s it, big boy!” I exclaimed. He reached his arms through my legs—palming my ass cheeks—and hoisted me up onto his shoulders. “Oh my!” I could not help but cry out. I loved the way he was handling me. He was definitely a take-charge kind of guy: strong, bold, and confident.

  “Your pussy smells so good, so sweet. I just want to taste it.” He licked from my clitoris to my anus and back again like a kitten nipping at its milk. “M-mm-hmm, oh yeah, just as I hoped.” He hungrily ate my pussy. “What is that scent?” he asked in between slurps.

  “Dansim, the rose of Sharon,” I sputtered—I could barely speak clearly as I was so enjoying the oral pleasures.

  “I am going to eat your pussy like you need it to be eaten, like it’s never been eaten before.” He plunged his whole face in between my legs, lapping his tongue deep inside my salacious canal. “M-mm-m-mm,” he purred as he swished and swirled his tongue around my nether lips, making sure to lick every millimeter of my pussy. “You’ve got some sweet juices, baby. Go on ahead and eat your ice cream while I eat you.”

  I was amazed, completely awestruck. “M-mm!” I found myself licking my chocolate ice cream in the same rhythm that he was licking my cunt. His tongue was so wet, so supple, so velvety smooth. It felt so good sliding around my clit and in and out of my pussy. “Ye!…Yes!” The pleasure of his oral manipulations coupled with the sweet, rich chocolate decadence of my ice cream was just mind-blowing. To taste and feel such sweet sensations at the same time was truly titillating. I was trying my best to ride out the waves of pleasure as long as I could, but the intensity persistently built to the point where my breath kept catching in my throat. I was going to cum all over his face at any moment. I was quickly losing control. My body began to buck wildly, making my pussy slam against his face repeatedly. My ice cream fell to the floor. “Anijo!” No! He took notice right away. He loved my total loss of restraint. He stood up, taking me with him. I reached up and palmed the ceiling for support as my body spontaneously gyrated and quaked. “Ne jaji na hal at ra!” I cried out for him to suck my vulva. The very moment that I began to cum he slid his middle finger into my ass, which heightened my pleasure. He sucked on my clitoris, taking long, deliberate suckles, nursing every ounce of cum from me. It was all that I could do just to hold on. He gave my pussy one final kiss before sliding his finger out of my body and lowering me to the floor.

  “Nice!”

  “That was truly incredible,” I said as I looked into his eyes. “Kamsahamnida.” I thanked him as I hugged him and kissed him on his cheek. “Thank you very much.” I gathered up my clothes and shoes from the floor. “Good-bye.”

  I was on my way to a stall to get dressed. He grabbed me by my arm as I was walking past him.

  “That’s all you want from me?”

  “Yes.”

  “Are you sure?” He released me.

  “Oh, yes, I am sure.” I took a step away from him. “By the way, I come here every Friday to get ice cream. Hopefully I will see you again.”

  “Until we meet again then.” He smiled a mischievous smile as he reached his hand into his pants. “This is what you are missing.” He showed me his cock, which was hard as steel. “But you don’t want that now, do you?”

  Yes, I do! was the first thing that popped into my mind. Nice! Very nice indeed. Girl, you had better go and get that dick, you know that you want to…besides, it’s too late to be shy now. Yet I was frozen in place. I literally could not move. He placed his penis back into his pants, slid his feet into his shoes, and retrieved his shirt from the floor. Just as he placed his hand on the door, I called out to him.

  “Geoffrey, wait.”

  “Yes?” he responded good-naturedly as he turned to face me again.

  “There is something else that I want from you.”

  “Name it.”

  “Better yet, let me show you. Come on back over here.” As he approached, I threw my clothes to the floor and knelt on them. The moment that he stopped in front of me, I pulled his pants and boxers off him. I didn’t hesitate, I grabbed his rock-hard cock with both of my hands, took a second to look up at him, and smiled as I licked the head, making sure it was nice and wet before taking it past my lips. “Come on now, move with me. Fuck me in my mouth,” I demanded. He gripped the back of my head and slowly started gyrating his hips as I sucked and stroked his magnificent dick. “M-mm-hmm, m-mm-hmm!” I purred. The skin on his cock was silky soft. He had a slight salty taste to him, like the perfect snack. “M-mm-mm-m!” I vibrated my lips up and down his shaft as I sucked and kissed his dick. I watched him watching me, which excited me even more. “Ooh, yeah!” I let every ounce of my exhilaration show as I licked his penis from tip to base, then tickled his testicles with the tip of my tongue, teasing him as I stroked his cock with both hands.

  “Come up here!” he demanded. “Come on over here and show me how well you can ride my dick.”

  He pulled me up and took me over to the stall. He sat on the commode. I straddled him—slowly taking in his cock inch by inch. I started off with an unhurried circular grind and increased my stride with alacrity—changing to a bucking bounce—as I built toward my orgasm. I reared back and rode his cock like I was on a Black Angus bull, until my legs felt like jelly, until I was so wet from my own juices that my pussy lips started to smack. He gripped my ass and then stood up—picking me up as he went. His cock penetrated my body a little bit farther. I wrapped my legs around him. It felt so good, so right. He stood there in the middle of the floor fucking me. I was pummeled off his cock like a ball off a bolo bat. And just to think it wasn’t over yet.

  “Oh, God, you are strong!” I exclaimed in amazement. “I have never been fucked like this before.”

  “You like that?”

  “Oh, yes…oh, yes, I do!”

  “Okay, little lady, the night would not be complete if I didn’t hit it from the back. I want to fuck you up against this wall.” His voice was laden with concupiscence. Geoffrey spun me around and placed my hands on the wall. He gripped my hips and thrust the entire length of his dick into my pussy in one powerful lunge. I could not help but cry out from the thrilling shock. He was a robust lover. His stride was strong and true. I came for him over and over, to the point that my cum was spilling down my legs and onto the floor. His drive was dominating me, my p
leasure, my senses, my every move. Geoffrey was all that I could want. He was all that I ever needed in a lover but never had. He slapped my ass and pulled my hair, adding to our already overzealous passions. He plunged harder and faster, causing me to cry out. He was fucking the hell out of my pussy. Our licentiousness amazed me. Each thrust drove me even farther over the edge in a staggering cornucopia of pleasure and pain. All that could be heard was our pleasure-filled moans as we both strove for the same goal.

  “I am going to cum inside of you!”

  “Come on, baby. Cum for me.”

  He wrapped his arms around my torso, holding me perfectly still as his semen shot into my body. He collapsed on my back, pressing me against the wall.

  “Same time next Friday?” Geoffrey asked, as he breathed heavily on the back of my head.

  “Oh, hell, yes!” I agreed enthusiastically. “Tessa Lim.”

  “Geoffrey Anderson.” He kissed me one last time. “Hello, pretty lady.”

  “Annyeonghaseyo. Manna boeeo ban gapseumnida.” I smiled gracefully before I translated, “Hello. Nice to meet you.”

  So now you know my sexy little secret. Can you blame me? I am so looking forward to next Friday.

  The Land of the Rising Sun

  LOTUS FALCON

  1

  I WAS ON MY way to Japan from Washington, D.C., by way of San Francisco, and I was ecstatic. I recently received an educational grant and was traveling with a study group to learn about Japan’s educational system. It was my goal to fill myself with all the sights, sounds, and culture I could obtain in three weeks. The plane ride was uneventful, especially since I had the good fortune of being sandwiched between two elephant women. I kept taking regular bathroom breaks just so I could get the feeling back in my arms. The elephant women tag-teamed me and cut off the circulation to my arms every time I tried to use the armrests.

  On my way to the bathroom I eyeballed a cutie that had been eyeballing me when we were boarding the plane. I didn’t pay him too much attention at first, but now that I had some time to kill, I decided I might as well kill it with “homeboy.” It seems as though he was on his way to the bathroom at the same time I was trying to take a leak.

  When we couldn’t decide who should go in first, we did the next best thing and went in together. I have been in tight places before, but nothing is tighter than a bathroom on an airplane. I really did have to pee and didn’t have any shame in pulling my skirt up and dropping my draws. I don’t think he thought I was going to pee at first, but I let it rip, like the falls at Niagara. Since his mouth was hanging open like he’d never seen anybody pee before, I thought I would give him a special little treat by taking some toilet paper and wiping off my pussy.

  2

  I WIPED IT JUST the way my mama taught me when I was a little girl: from the front to the back. I cleaned my pussy so good it was clean enough to eat. I started from the top, first licking my finger to separate my pussy lips. Since it was so tight in the bathroom, I wanted to make sure homeboy didn’t miss a stroke, so I pushed his head down and made him watch me so close he could smell my punany!

  The more I wet my pussy with my fingers, the more it started to pop and whistle. I had no intention of fingering myself, but I guess one thing led into another once I got into a good groove. I worked the fingers on my right hand around the hood of my clit, which was starting to swell from the teasing.

  The more I rubbed my pussy, the better it felt. I almost forgot I was on a plane. I didn’t ask for any audience participation, but homeboy started giving me stage directions from the peanut gallery. He told me to pull the hood back over my clit as far as it would go, so he could see how big it could get. Since I’d never had a request like that before, I wanted to see how big it got myself, so the more I worked it, the more he started blowing on it, until it popped out just like a “baby dick.” I had to turn to face the mirror and admire it myself, because I had no idea a clit could get so big.

  My pussy was on fire and needed a tongue bath, and homeboy was only too happy to oblige. He positioned himself so as to get a suctionlike grip around my clit, like one of those rubber things on the bottom of a bathroom mat. The turbulence coming from the plane only heightened an already great mouth fuck.

  3

  I WANTED TO SPEED things up before we got caught, so I hoisted my leg up on the sink and started humping his face as if I was trying to bury him in the pussy. Being the “squirter” that I am, when my time came, homeboy got caught up in the mix without any warning. Pussy juice was dripping from his eyes, his nose, and all around his mouth. It was funny. He never saw it coming!

  There was a knock at the door and I’m sure a long line had started to form outside the bathroom. I grabbed a corner of his shirt, wiped my pussy off, pulled down my skirt, and got out of Dodge. By that time homeboy had to really take a leak, so I squeezed between him and the door as he began to drain the lizard. As I was leaving, the woman in front of me looked me up and down before turning the doorknob. Looking over my shoulder, I casually smirked at her and said, “You may want to wait a minute. Someone is still in there!”

  We finally landed in San Francisco, where we waited for the jumbo jet, flight #837, heading for Japan. We landed at the Narita International Airport in Tokyo safe and sound, even though I had turned a putrid shade of green from the altitude.

  There’s a fourteen-hour difference in time between Tokyo and my hometown, Washington, D.C., and without doubt I was a long way from “the hood.” Before taking the shuttle bus to my hotel, I needed to relieve myself and had a challenge finding the bathroom. I made the mistake of asking a Japanese employee where the “bathroom” was and was told that there were no “bathrooms” at the airport.

  4

  NOW I ALREADY KNEW about those Japanese bathrooms that had the toilets that were flat on the ground and you had to squat to take a leak and balance yourself at the same time, but I didn’t expect not to find someplace to relieve myself. Dag, was that too much to ask? After a little more investigation I discovered I was asking for the wrong thing. The Japanese consider the bathroom a room that you bathe in. I should have asked for the toilet. By that time my pee was somewhere up to my neck, getting ready to flow through my ears at any moment.

  When I finally found the toilet, I couldn’t believe how state-of-the-art it was. It was all chrome and shiny with glass fixtures everywhere. All kinds of gadgets were on the toilet, and I couldn’t figure out how to flush it. As I was messing around with all the buttons, I realized it was a bidet and not just any old toilet. There were buttons to wash your ass, buttons to dry your ass, and even a button that would mask the sound of taking a dump and breaking wind. What really blew my mind was the button that heated the seat so your ass wouldn’t catch a cold. Now that was a shithouse fit for a queen!

  As I turned on the button to wash my ass, I realized how warm the water was and how accurate the nozzle’s aim was, so with a little manipulation I adjusted it so that it pointed right at my pussy. I straddled the toilet and turned it up as much as I could stand it. The warm water hitting my pussy sent piercing streams all up in me. I was able to hump the water as it came toward me.

  The feeling gave me a different kind of buzz that felt good and painful at the same time. Picking up my rhythm, I rubbed my clit a little until it popped up enough to meet the stream of water. I didn’t want to look as though I had just peed on myself so I finished myself off on the cold, rounded decorative side of the bidet, which looked like a big ceramic dick. I love Japan! The Japanese think of everything!

  5

  I CHECKED IN AT the New Otani Hotel in Tokyo just overnight until we could take another plane to Hiroshima. As soon as I stepped foot in my room, I headed straight for the toilet, and to my surprise I had my very own bidet. I pretty much knew where I was going to be spending a lot of my free time!

  After making enough cultural faux pas for one day, I prepared myself for the plane ride to Fukuyama, Hiroshima, where I would meet my Japanese hos
t family. They would probably be right on time, like most Japanese. Unfortunately, that would be a challenge for me, because all I knew was CP time! All five of my Japanese family members came to greet me. They kept looking at me saying, “Beautiful, beautiful,” and immediately I knew I was going to love these people. There was Masaki, the fifty-year-old father; Meiko, his forty-four-year-old wife; and Kazue, Masaki’s seventy-six-year-old mother. There was also a sixteen-year-old daughter, Sawa, and a thirteen-year-old son, Itasuki. They all gave me the warmest reception, and instantly I knew I was home! My home stay was just for two nights, but I realized that I was a long way from “my hood.”

  I knew I should have picked up a Japanese dictionary when I was in Tokyo, because the only one who could halfway speak English was Masaki, and his English wasn’t all that good. He was taking English lessons on the weekend, and he wasn’t skilled at comprehending spoken English. He spoke better than he gave himself credit for and was relieved that I could halfway understand him.

  6

  ON THE FIRST NIGHT a lot of Japanese talk was going on, and all I could do was smile and pretend not to think they were talking about me. For all I knew they could have been calling me a “black American bitch,” but by the way they kept smiling at me I doubt it could have been anything negative. We spent the evening trying on different family kimonos and drinking green tea, and various family members were trying to teach me how to make origami cranes.

  The next day Masaki took me to a temple that had little scrolls carefully placed in the trees, and he told me to get a fortune out of the tree. Masaki read it, then told me it was good. He took a lot of pictures of me in the temple and tried to explain the significance of the artifacts, but had difficulty finding the English words he needed to use. Masaki was trying to explain something to me and started speaking Japanese a mile a minute. He kept looking at me wanting me to answer, and I didn’t have the slightest idea what he was talking about, so, not to be culturally disrespectful, I shook my head yes every other time he paused for a reply. I figured he was asking me what I wanted for dinner, either “octopus or squid,” like he had asked me the night before.