Choke Me, Spank Me, Pull My Hair

by Nicety

  “What? Huh? Oh, I’m sorry I was just lost in this deposition that I need to get done. I’m so sorry hun. I’ll join you guys next time, ok?” I lied turning back towards my Macbook Pro not giving a shit about what was on the screen.

  I hated the weekends. They were always so drab and boring. It was Sunday night and all I wanted to do was think about what skimpy yet classy ensemble I could put together for Chino when I saw him again. On the weekends, my husband and I either went to game night like we did every weekend for the past six years we have been married or we stayed home watching old movies. They were so old in fact, that he fell asleep in the middle of them every time even though he chose the movie. It was beyond unbearable and I refused to go through another one again.

  “Fine.” He huffed as he walked out of the front door slamming it behind him.

  As I blinked, the cursor on my screen blinked back at me as I stared into it wondering what to type next. I was not in the mood to be coy neither did I have the time to. If I was going to do this it was now or never. My fingers clicked, minimizing the Word document then maximizing the messenger box and typed like they were racing in the Kentucky Derby rushing to get my point across and my thoughts voiced before it was too late.

  Yahoo Messenger

  Me: Chino, I need to meet you. I can’t take it anymore. Only having you at work is killing me.

  Him: What do you want from me?

  Me: I need to be fixed. Pronto!

  Him: Oh yeah…ha ha ha.

  Me: I’m serious. I need you. NOW!

  Him: Where’s your husband?

  Me: If I cared I wouldn’t be on here trying to get you over here to fuck me.

  Him: Well if you were coming to work tomorrow you would get fucked. But it’s your fault you decided to take that day off.

  Me: I’m tired of being your little work whore. Why can’t we meet outside of there? Are you ashamed of me or are you trying to hide me from your other whores?

  Him: I told you there are no other whores. You’re the only bitch for me. I just can’t make you the one yet. Not until I know…

  Me: Know what?

  Him: That you’re in it to win it.

  Me: What do I need to do to prove it?

  There was a brief pause as I waited to know what he wanted me to do. Technically, we both needed to prove ourselves. I was not so sure his player mentality was all washed away in the blink of an eye but I had no choice but to give him a shot. We hungered for each other in ways that could not be described by words. I thirsted after him like a puppy to its mother’s tit. He salivated for my pussy like Homer Simpson to a donut. We needed each other and we deserved to be together no matter the consequences, trials, or tribulations.

  Him: I’m on my way, right now.

  Me: I’ll be here.

  My laptop should have felt abandoned from the rapid way I logged out and slammed it closed, leaving it sitting on the dining room table alone. My feet could not run faster to the bathroom as I turned on the shower and ripped off my clothes then jumped in. I was like a ninja in that water lathering and scrubbing making sure that every nook and cranny was clean as a whistle. The hot water felt so good on my skin that I allowed it to beat against my face and hair just to delete added stress that may have been lingering. I forced my thoughts to clear so as not to mess up this night in any sort of way. It needed to be perfect because in many ways I felt this was the deciding factor in this thing between he and I.

  Just as I stepped out of the shower and wrapped the towel around my dripping wet figure, the doorbell rang. Rather than scramble for clothes or my robe, I decided to head to the door dressed just the way I was. My hair dripped the whole way down the short flight of wooden stairs and as I walked up to the door and opened it, my lip curled and my teeth bit down on it. As he walked in, I got that whiff of his intoxicating musk. Drippings flowed down my leg and I prayed like hell that it was just the water as I inconspicuously wiped it away with my towel.

  “Is that how you greet everyone who comes on your doorstep?” Chino asked as he tossed his keys on the black glass coffee table he stood in front of then plopped down on the microfiber suede sofa.

  “Only the ones I know who will fuck my brains out.” I continued to bite my lip as my nipples grew hard rubbing up against the tightly closed towel.

  “Is that right? Is that what you want me to do, fuck your brains out?”

  “Well what else is there, Chino?”

  He laughed as if my response should have been something different. The truth was we were from too different worlds, he and I. He was a big money making executive and lawyer at the largest law firm in town and I, well I was just a stupid secretary. Paralegal was just the fancy word for it. Men like him crave women in power and money while us little women just get the shaft. He was a Gemini and I was a Virgo and according to the horoscopes I read every morning in the newspaper, those two signs are far from being compatible. Even if we wanted to, even if we tried, how could we make our love work?

  “Chino, don’t be difficult. I just need to be loved. It’s been a couple of days and all I can think about is you inside of me, stroking long and deep inside of me.” I begged as I walked up standing in front of him and releasing my towel. “Please let me feel you inside me, baby.”

  I mounted him dangling my tits in his face then crouching in to kiss his thin inviting lips. He reciprocated wrapping his arms around my body massaging intensely relieving my muscles of their stress. Our tongues intertwined almost becoming one as they seductively wrestled around each other. I reached my hands up to his head running my hands through his hair returning the massage, pushing in harder to perform a deep tissue one. Then on impulse my fingers developed a mind of their own grabbing hold of his hair yanking in my delight. I pulled it tightly yet forcefully to let him know I was not about games tonight. He was going to give me the pleasure that I needed whether he wanted to or not.

  “Wait. Before we do this, I need to know that you are all in. No matter what.” Chino voiced palming my cheeks firmly with both hands, staring deeply into my soul.

  Our eyes locked. I saw that this man was serious, dead serious and for a moment there it scared me. He waited for my response like he was waiting for the rush hour Red Line train, impatiently. He licked his lips and breathed deeply as if his heart could not take the wrong answer from my lips. His palms grew sweaty on top of my cheeks, perspiring carelessly onto my skin. All I could do was shoot a sweet compassionate smile as I leaned in to devour his mouth once more.

  Nothing more was uttered after that as he picked me up by my small frame effortlessly rising from the sofa. I wrangled my legs around his waist as he walked, carrying me upstairs to the bedroom. If it were not for the iridescent light of the crescent moon, we might not have ever seen our pathway to the bed. Chino carefully lowered my naked body to the bed and crawled on top of me allowing his steamy breath to flow down my neck and onto my breasts. His lips gently grazed my skin as I trembled waiting unwearyingly for him to begin tasting my flesh, for him to begin taking me on the very bed that had comforted me through so many hurtful nights with soaked pillowcases.

  “What are you waiting for?” I breathed lying back letting my breasts ride up as my nipples stood at attention.

  “I’m just admiring your beauty.”

  “You can’t even see me, silly.”

  “I see everything I need to see. Even in this light you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

  “Chino—“

  “I’m just so sorry it’s taken me this long to see it. Starla, I love you.”

  In an instant, I nearly melted as I watched the silhouette of him slowly remove his clothes and discard them to the floor. He crawled over onto my body like a cheetah hovering over its prey, one limb after the other. The heat coming off of his body elevated my temperature as I anticipated his every move. Chino maneuvered his head in between my thick thighs in a snake like motion using his tongue in the same way. His tongue was soft and moist a
nd it moved slowly about my exquisiteness.

  My heart pounded heavily, patiently expecting the moment he would lick the fruits of my nature and make tears flow from my eyes happily. He teased all around the area licking my girl’s bare lips breathing a heavy hot breeze over her making her pulsate beyond measure. I thought I would cum then, right on myself. I thought I would explode and pass out from the sensation but as a woman I held my own.

  He moved swiftly to the area just above my opening and began sucking like he wanted to swallow it whole. In my mind, he had, as I gyrated pushing further into his mouth hoping that I moved just enough to slide my clitoris up into his motions. Chino was too slick for that, though. He abruptly made his way with tender kisses up to my navel then danced around it as well. His fingers followed his tongue as he moved up to my brown bullseyed breasts, engulfing them one after another into his mouth as I exhaled faint sexual moans only known to him. When he was done, he greeted my tongue with his seductively as he squeezed my tits nice and rough.

  “Are you ready?” Chino whispered in my ear.

  I giggled faintly as I reached up running all of my fingers through his hair. I nodded in response to his question with my cheek pressed firmly against his. He leaned to the side remaining partially on top of me as he walked the fingers on his right hand down to my boiling opening. The tingling sensation my clit felt when he pulled open my vaginal lips and planted his index finger on the covert fortune of my pearl felt like everlasting bliss. I trembled with delight, my back arched as my tits bounced and my legs spread wide. Chino wrapped his lips back around my tits, hovering over each of them, moving back and forth with his tongue hanging out like a dog.

  The flickering of his finger against my pearl almost made me lose control of myself. My stomach quivered and as the feeling shot down to my legs it became an all over vibrating reaction. I squirted a little onto his finger but I could feel so much more coming and there was no way I could hold it back. Chino flickered his finger so fast on my clit that my head was literally spinning from lightheadedness. I screeched in high-pitched passion and shook uncontrollably, wanting to close my legs and scoot away from him but his hard body locked me in. There was nowhere for me to run, nowhere for me to hide because my lust was on its way in full force. His masculine hand stroked my hair from my forehead to where my head hit the bed continuously then gradually became tighter with every stroke. He was gentle, yet apparent in his movements as I struggled to keep my composure and that was wearing thin.

  “Ahhhh!” I exhaled feeling the creamy goodness seep out of me, flowing as long as a river.

  “You like that baby?” He whispered smiling.

  “Hell yeah baby.” I snarled in a sensual manner.

  “Mmmm, then you’re gonna love this.”

  Chino turned me over laying me on my bare belly and straightening my legs together. “Stretch your arms all the way above our head…and don’t move, Starla.” He demanded in the deepest voice.

  I did as I was told, bowing my head into the overstuffed black comforter adorning my king sized canopy bed. He massaged me from my head to my neck to my back and then he stopped right at the start of my ass cheeks. A wave of heat from his breath and licks from his tongue continued on down my body all the way to my feet. Chino kneaded my feet strongly driving all of the stress out of the muscles and nearly melting me like putty in his hands. My faint moans indicated to him that he hand me and he loved it. He slid my glacier blue nail painted big toe into his mouth, licking in a circular motion.

  Laughter spewed from my mouth with every tickle he distributed. It was the greatest touch that I had never felt in my life. No one had ever licked my toes so sensual and loving, while they were massaging my cares away. My aroused laughs were halted when his hand gave my backside a firm spanking. I tooted my ass in the air obliging his discipline loving the way it made my cheeks reverberate and my pussy pulsate. My cheeks clapped like they were twerkin’ for a competition, arousing him so that he rose and slapped his hard schlong on my ass, spanking, tantalizing.

  He mounted my backside spreading my cheeks softly then leaned forward aiming and positioning his erect manhood downward thrusting to insert hisself inside of me. I winced as his dick rubbed up against the opening of my back door. He pressed cautiously sending signals that he wanted to enter but it had never been previously opened before and I was frightened beyond belief of the pain. There was no lubrication of any kind lightening the load for me back there and the harder he pressed the more I knew this was about to happen. My limbs trembled in fear the closer he came to kicking my door in. He hurdled back curtly holding my cheeks apart then hammered down powerfully.

  My teeth bit down on the comforter and my fingers clenched down as well. Chino separated my shoulder length hair into two halves and wrapped them around both of his hands, pulling back as if he were riding a horse. My head jolted back releasing a torrent of deep cries but the pain was not as unbearable as I initially thought. He had cleverly slid his beef down past my asshole and into my saturated snatch. The further he drilled into me the more he pulled my hair arching his back and thrusting forward with all of his might.

  “Ughhh!” I gasped still clenching the bed sheets.

  “Tell me you love it.” He snarled lustfully.

  I could not speak. His pulling of my hair coupled with my clit rubbing against the bed made me want to explode and fall weak right there. It was erotic, exotic, and lascivious. My toes curled and my teeth clenched. I could feel him pulling my hair harder and further as I tapped at his left hand attempting to tap out.

  “Am I hurting you?” He asked leaning down near my ear.

  “Wait I need to readjust.” I lied.

  I was not sure he would fall for that but when I felt him back out of me I knew I had won the battle. He leaned back just enough to allow me to maneuver to a more comfortable position but he didn't anticipate me slithering out from under him.

  "What are you doing?" Chino asked kneeling to nibble slightly on one of my nipples.

  "Stop talking."

  "Hey this is not your show. I do the ordering around here."

  "I said, stop talking." I demanded.

  Drenched from all the excitement, my fingers held the duty of keeping my pussy warm and aroused by rubbing my clitoris rapidly. My knees scraped the comforter as I crawled up to him shoving him down to his back. He was confused as to what I was doing siting he was not finished with his daddy long stroke. The bed was perfectly still, neither one of us made a peep. The animal instinct inside of me prompted me to hunt him as I crawled on top of him downing his dick a few times to lubricate it nicely. Just as his moans became more pronounced, I straddled his waist sliding down on his shaft fitting it like a glove.

  “Starla…” Chino bellowed deeply.

  He grabbed hold of my tits while they bounced up and down in his face then sat up as he reached one hand around clenching all of my hair and pulling it to the side. My pussy flowed juices down onto him leisurely as his tugs made me hotter by the second. I wanted this feeling to last a lifetime. I looked into the shadows of his eyes realizing he was enjoying this feeling more than anything hisself. I reached my hands up to feel his facial expression noticing his mouth was agape and he was trapped in sex face.

  “I love this dick baby.” The words flew from my mouth as I secreted even more loveliness onto him.

  “Ah, shit.” He breathed flexing his muscles and pulling my hair even harder. “Ooo, shit.”

  My hands ventured up towards his hair running my fingers through his hair. He was never one to keep a lengthy amount of hair on his head, always remaining well groomed. Nonetheless, I was determined to return the favor to him to see how he liked it. Without fail, I clenched two hands full of his short hair gripping it tightly with all of my might and pulling to no end. Chino jerked his hips rapidly with every tug he endured pumping back into me harder than ever. The harder he pulled my hair, the harder I pulled his as I bounced up and down on him like I was on a pogo stic
k. The tip of his head pounded inside of me, slapping our skin together hard, becoming one with one another.

  I exhaled pain, emotion, exhaustion, and then sorrow. Sorrow because I was finally receiving the feeling of being desired and wanted that I had been longing for forever. I finally felt sexy as I gyrated my hips in conjunction with his. My breast rode in stride along with my pelvis, which seem to be in sync with the cum blasting from my clitoris and it was more pleasure than I had felt in years. The strength being exuded from his fingers pulling on my hair and forcing me to submit to his every whim, made me cum harder than anyone has ever done and yet I could not help but wonder how long this feeling would last.

  The emotions I was experiencing all at once were put on hold when I looked down to see Chino scooting further up under me unleashing unto me the worst pounding my pussy had ever felt. He was almost curled up into a ball as he pulled me near to his body hugging my backside to ensure I did not break my stride. Still gripping my hair, I refused to let his go no matter how wild his moans became.

  “Ah shit! I’m bout to fuckin’ cum….I’m bout to…” He screamed so loud I was sure the neighbors heard him.

  “Pull that shit! If you gon’ do it don’t play with it!” I snapped. “Pull my fucking hair baby! Agh!”

  Yeah he was cumming and that was beautiful but there was no way I was going to allow him to cum that hard without me. He did as he was instructed and I felt ecstasy reach the tip of my clit as I bounced my plumped backside up and down briskly. Every fiber of my being was on fire as he pulled me closer and closer squeezing me tighter and tighter.

  “I love you Chino!” The words flew out of my mouth unconsciously.

  “Ahhh!” He responded in a raspy groan.

  It was not the response I was looking for but it was one that I recognized. His motions slowed along with mine. He gave my hair a good yanking as he pushed deep inside of me releasing all that he had inside of me. It was freaky, it was sexual, but most of all it was beautiful. I quickly hopped off of him allowing his dick to thump against his stomach then used my mouth to gently scoop it up licking and swallowing it into my mouth. As I downed him sucking hard, I felt his body lock up like a dead bolted door. He gritted his teeth attempting to gain self-control from the burst of pleasure being sent from my mouth that was making his toes curl. I released his manhood prompting him to exhale deeply and relaxing his muscles. The room was quiet with the faint sounds of breathing mixed with a few midnight nature creatures outside of the window.