by Ca$H
My legs hit the back of my hotel bed causing me to stumble and fall backwards. I gripped his shoulders tighter, causing him to fall along with me. Our kiss intensified. Feeling his two hundred and forty pounds of muscle on top of my body caused my legs to part like the Red Sea. My hips thrust off of the bed when I felt his groin grind into mine. My mini black dress slid up my caramel colored thighs exposing my purple thongs. His lips slowly moved away from mine only to form a path from my neck on down to my golden paradise. His long fingers peeled away the small thin material that blocked him from his next meal. The warmth of his breath on my inner thigh making a trail to my pussy ignited my insides on fire and had my twat dripping wet. He hadn’t even put the dick on me yet and already had me ready to squirt like a water gun. A flicker from his tongue on my womanly pearl nearly sent me over the edge.
“Oh, shit, Shareef,” I whisked out between short breaths.
“Wait. Wait. Wait! We can’t do this,” I said while making a weak attempt to move out of his grasp. I don’t know who I was trying to convince more, him or myself.
He wrapped his strong hands around my thick thighs and pulled me as closely as he could to his mouth, simply ignoring the bullshit that had slipped through my lips. His tongue swam deep inside my pussy causing my back to arch off of the bed from the intensity of the feeling. My body was on fire feeling as though it were about to explode.
“Sha—Sha—Shareef,” I muttered out between moans.
Stars burst behind my eyes. At least that’s what it felt like. My walls started to contract around his tongue. His tongue game was the truth and it was what had gotten me addicted to him as a young girl.
Shareef pulled back and looked me in my eyes. Through the heat of his gaze it felt as though he was communicating feelings for me that had yet to abandon his heart. After all of the years that had passed between us, my heart still belonged to him, and I could tell he knew it.
I pulled my plush bottom lip in between my teeth as I looked his anatomy up and down from head to toe. His girth made my mouth water and my pussy drip with anticipation.
He looked down at the sun kissed, golden paradise before him. The young girl he knew as a teen had finally grown into the full figured woman he had known she would eventually grow into. His dick jumped just peering down at her 38DDD breast and wide baby bearing hips. Yes, I was definitely all-woman now.
Shareef leaned over my luscious body and eased his way between my parted thighs.
“Look at me. I want to be looking into your eyes when I take back what’s rightfully mine,” he said to me in a low tone.
I looked him deeply in his eyes and it was at that moment he decided to make his way inside of my walls. He eased the head of his dick inside of my tight kitty. He pulled back and pushed in again a little further, then repeated the process trying to open my walls further to accommodate his nine and a half inch sized steel. I opened my legs wider to grant Shareef’srod greater access inside of my body. He slid back and pushed in long and deep until he reached the hilt. Our movement ceased for a brief second as we looked into one another’s eyes. Nothing compared to the feeling I felt at that moment.
Shareef
Fuck,I thought to myself as I moved in and out of Nicole’s womanhood. Her juice box was so wet, tight, and warm it made it damn near a struggle not to bust off early. I was a determined man and refused to shoot off until she came at least two more times. I had never been a quick pumper, but the way her pussy was massaging my stick for the first time in my life, I might actually cum early. I put my pole on a mission to find that special spot that I knew would send her over the edge fast, her G spot! I knew exactly where to go. My memory never failed me. I could feel her water dripping down my shaft. I pulled out of her and flipped her over, face down, ass up. I eased my manhood back into her tight, dripping, wet honey spot. I let out an explicative.
Is it possible that her snatch could have went from great to greater since the last time we had sex, I thought.
Wasn’t no way I was gonna be able to hold back if I didn’t pull back for a split second. I pulled out again. I leaned over and kissed her beautiful round ass. My lips trailed lower and lower down the crack of her ass. I used my hands to pry her luscious mounds apart. I flicked my tongue out and licked in between before sticking my tongue into her tight virgin hole. I used the tip of my tongue like a mini dick and fucked her asshole like my dick fucked her snatch. Her back arched upward as I used my tongue to make love to her ass.
“Uuuhhh. Uuhh. Shareef!” She screamed out. I loved hearing her scream my name.
My dick was crying to get back in the game. He was ready to put in overtime on dat ass. I lay on my back, pole sticking straight up in the air. Nicole eased my steel back inside of her with her back toward me. She looked at me seductively over her shoulder as she slowly rode my dick. It wasn’t long before she was bouncing up and down on my guy like her ass was a basketball and this was her court.
Nicole
“Fuck me! Fuck me! Harder. Oh, shit! Damn, Daddy fuck this pussy,” I moaned out as I bounced up and down reverse cowgirl style on Shareef’s beef cake.
“That’s right, Ma. Ride this dick,” Shareef said as he grabbed my hips with a death grip.
I slid up and down his pole like this was the Player’s Club and my name was Diamond. I climbed off of his dick, turned around on my hands and knees and crawled until I was eye to eye with Shareef’smember. I used the tip of my tongue to conduct a taste test. Damn, our juices mixed together tasted sweeter than Hershey’s chocolate. I licked him from the beginning of his shaft to the very tip of his mushroomed shaped head before suctioning his hard-on into my warm mouth. I used my right hand to jack him while I sucked on his stick and used my left hand to give his family jewels some much needed attention.
“Damn, Ma. That’s how you feel?”
“Um, hmm,” I moaned out in response around a mouth full of dick.
I could feel him getting ready to burst. Just as he was about to let loose, I hopped back on his dick and rode him like a mad woman using my pussy muscles to do Kegels on his tool. I felt the very essence of him shoot deeply inside of me I swear it touched my soul. His seed shooting in my womb triggered my own release. My walls rained down heavenly on his dick. He was the only man that could ever make me squirt. Others had tried and failed, but with him, it was like it happened with little to no effort.
As the spasms in my body began to calm down, I leaned forward breast to chest, stomach to stomach, heart to heart and felt my heart swell with love. No matter who I was with, my love for him never faded. My heart always remained his. A tear slipped out of the corner of my eye onto his chest. I wondered how much time we had missed out on. My mind traveled down the what-ifs. What if I had stayed? What if I had never left and moved away? What if I had never listened to what the people in the neighborhood were saying about him being a negative look for me? Would he be the father to the child I have now if I had never left him?
“I love you, Shareef,” I whispered quietly as another tear slipped out of my eye.
Never in a million years did I think I would feel his strong arms embraced around me, let alone around my nude body.
“I love you too, Ashley Nicole.”
My head popped up. I couldn’t believe my ears. I didn’t even know he had heard me because I said it so low. I looked Shareef in his eyes and saw they were glistening with water. Our emotions mirrored one another.
“I never stopped loving you, Ash. Your body may have left me but I knew, or at least had to believe your heart stayed with me like mines had always been with you. These thotsout here can throw the pussy at me all day long, but none of them can have my heart, that’s something you already stole a long time ago. I will always love you no matter if we’re together or apart.”
Words couldn’t explain how I felt at this exact moment. I leaned forward and kissed him deeply. He flipped me over on my back and was easing his way back in between Miss Kitty’s slippery opening.
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br /> Damn, I love this man, I thought.
The memories of us together finally became more than wet memories. They became my future fantasies and late night ecstasies.
The End
Caught In a Fantasy
By
Latisha Lewinson
“No thank you, Mr. Jamerson. It was nice doing business with you and your wife. Congrats on the new house.” As I hung up the phone, I was happy to have another sale under my belt. This house made it a total of five sold this month. Happy about the sale, I decided to take the rest of the day off to treat myself to an all day spa and just relax.
As I was gathering up my belongings, my office phone rang. “I am going to let the voicemail pick it up,” I said aloud. But the caller did not give up, they called back to back. I looked down at the phone. “Damn! Right when I was about to walk out the door.” I picked up the phone. “Thank you for calling KL Realty. This is Kimberly speaking. How may I help you?”
“Hello,” the caller replied. “My name is Jasmine Harris, and I was interested in your four bedroom, four bath single family home in Culver City.”
“Oh, yes. I just put that one on the market three days ago,” I said. “What would you like to know?”
“I’d like to know what the asking price is, and when can I see the home?” Jasmine asked.
“Mmmm, can I put you on hold, so I can pull up the files for this property? I was just leaving for the day, so please bear with me,” I said.
“Yes, take your time and thank you so much,” Jasmine replied.
“Okay give me one second to pull up the information for you, Mrs. Harris,” I said, placing her on hold while I waited for my computer to boot up. I sat back down in my chair and got comfortable, hoping that I would have another sale under my belt.
“Hello, Mrs. Harris, I’m back,” I said. “Okay I have the information for the home that you are inquiring about. The price I am asking for the Culver City home is $1,345.00 a month. This is a stately, traditional, well-appointed and spacious home. It’s positioned in a desirable, tucked away Culver City neighborhood close to shopping, entertainment, and great schools. It was renovated from top to bottom. As you know, it has four bedrooms and four baths. That includes an enormous master bedroom suite, formal living room, dining room, eat-in kitchen and den area with French doors.”
As I continued my spiel, she interrupted, “Can I see it today?”
“Yes, that won’t be a problem. It’s on my way home.”
“It will be my husband and I. What time should we meet you there?”
“Its 1:30 now. Let’s say by 3:15.”
“Yes, that will be great.” I heard the echoes of Jasmine’s clap through the phone.
“Okay, I’ll see you then. I hung up the phone and grabbed my keys and the property keys and walked out of the door.
Once I stepped outside I put my sunglasses on and took in the summer breeze. I decided that it was a nice enough day to drop the top of my new 2014 red two door SLK 250 Mercedes Benz that I just copped from selling my last two houses. I walked over to my pride and joy and jumped in. I turned my music on and K’LA was blasting through my Bose speakers.
So many people are sleeping on my girl, I thought.
I pulled into Chase bank and grabbed my bank bag to deposit money into my business account.
If I could get six houses sold this month, I could hire a leasing agent to help me around the office, I thought.
At the age of thirty-two, I was doing the damn thing. Now all I needed to do was find me a good man.
Once I was done in the bank, I made my way outside as a man carelessly ran into me.
“Oh, excuse me.” He humbly apologized as he bent down to help me pick up what I dropped out of my hands.
“Thank you,” I said, glancing at his face briefly as I proceeded to walk to my car.
That man looks so familiar, I thought.
As I was about to cross the street, the man called out my name and I looked back.
“Kimberly?” He looked at me with curious wonder. “Is that you, shawdy?”
I stopped in my tracks and turned around. “Yes, and who are you?” I tried to figure out if I knew this man.
“It’s me, Malik, from college.” He walked up to me and looked me right in my eyes. “Wow, that’s crazy, you haven’t changed at all,” he said, smiling and showing off his perfectly straight, white teeth.
“Oh, my gosh, Malik. How are you doing?” I exclaimed. I gave him a hug and it felt good being in a man’s arms. “I thought you moved to the ATL.”
“Yea, I had. But I moved back here to Cali three months ago. I’m actually looking for a house to buy right now.” He shyly smiled as he talked.
A customer was trying to get to their car, so I moved to the left. “Excuse me,” I said as they walked by.
“Well, today is your lucky day. I’m a realtor and I’m on my way to see a client right now.” I went into my wallet and pulled out a business card. “This is my cell. Call me sometime, so we can catch up. But also call my office tomorrow, so I can show you some properties.”
Malik took the card and licked his lips. “I will do that. You have a wonderful day, beautiful.” He gave me a hug that could make a bitch nut on herself. The strength of his hold alone was intoxicating.
I had to let go. I didn’t want a moan to escape my lips. I smiled and backed away. “You have a nice day, too.”
I walked to my car without looking back. I assumed he was watching me as I did because I had it going on. I had the looks of twenty year old. A body that women all of all ages would die for. I stood at five feet nine inches and weighed one hundred and eighty pounds. I had a small waist, so most of my thickness was in my thighs and ass. And the icing on my cake was the smooth chocolate coating God blessed me with.
Twenty minutes later, I was pulling into the circle driveway of the home I was scheduled to show Mrs. Harris. I cut my engine and looked around. I didn’t see any cars parked in the front, so I guessed I'd made it there before them. I grabbed my folder and the keys to the house and proceeded to unlock the premises and wait for them inside.
I took myself on a tour of the home to familiarize myself with the floor plan. I went upstairs to the master bedroom and I fell in love with the house myself. I walked into the bathroom and noted that the tub was easily big enough for two.
My pussy became wet just thinking about Malik being that plus one and fucking me in there. I leaned against the wall and slid my hand down between my legs, moving my panties to the side from beneath my skirt and started rubbing my pussy as I thought of him. Lord, it had been too long since I'd had something long, hard, and black deep inside of me.
I pushed two fingers inside of my pussy and moved them in and out. My pussy got wetter. I bit down on my bottom lip, finger fucking my pussy as if it was Malik’s dick. I began to stroke my fingers harder over my pussy. I felt my orgasm approaching. “Yes! Yes! Yes!”
But then I was interrupted by Mrs. Harris calling my damn name. Shit! I was irritated at the fact that I could not get my orgasm. It has been a while since she had maintenance done, but money had to come first.
“Hello? Is anybody here? It’s me, Mrs. Harris”
“Dammit!” I quickly washed my hands. I didn’t need her smelling my sweet essence during our handshake. “Yes, I’m here. I was tending to some other business,” I informed her once she was in earshot. Hurriedly, I met her at the bottom of the stairwell.
Damn! She looked good.
She was short in stature with a caramel complexion and a body like K. Michelle. She had long hair down her back and she looked like she was mixed with some Latina.
If I was into women, she would be my type.
"Hello, Mrs. Harris.” I held out my hand in greeting. “Nice to meet you."
She shook my hand and smiled. “You can call me Jasmine, and thank you for seeing me. I know it was spur of the moment, but I had to see this house. My husband and I saw it online and wanted to see i
t for ourselves.”
“Oh? Is your husband with you?” I looked around.
“Oh, no,” she replied. “He had an emergency at the office that he needed to take care of but—” She was cut off by a call coming in on her phone. “Excuse me.” She stepped off to the side for privacy.
“Hello, babe.” Jasmine greeted. “Okay, I just got here. That’s cool, see you in few.” She pressed end on her phone and put it back into her purse.
“I’m sorry, that was my husband. He will be here shortly. He’s not that far away.”
“Okay, that’s great. Shall we wait?” I questioned.
“No. I’m anxious. Let’s begin.” Her smile was gorgeous. I hoped my eyes didn’t give away my opinion of her.
I extended my hand, leading her in the direction she was to go. “This way,” I instructed.
I gave her the statistics on the house. What year it was built. The history. The ins and the outs, but what was really on my mind wasn’t the demographics. Lawd! I was in need of—well, you know.
“Wow. This house is so beautiful. I have to have it.” She spun in a circle, marveling at the view and lost her balance, bumping right into me. I grabbed her to keep her from falling. She held onto me and pulled herself to her feet. We stood face to face and our eyes locked. A sudden sexual electricity caused the temperature in my panties to rise, but I forced it back down. Sensing my quelled desire, she leaned in without saying a word and kissed me on the lips.
“Mrs. Harris?” I gasped, and jumped back. It wasn’t that her lips weren’t soft as cotton. She'd just caught me by surprise. One minute I was imagining what her lips felt like and the next I was finding out.
