Lipstick Diaries Part 2

by Anthony Whyte

  “Ahh…” Pierre moaned from the feeling of sliding in me.

  He was pulling in and out trying to get me wetter and wetter.

  “I like how your pussy feels tight to my dick. It doesn’t want to let me go. The way it’s wrapping around my dick feels so good,” Pierre said.

  He started working his dick even more.

  “Hmm, Raine your pussy feels so damn good,” he said moaning even louder.

  He started pulling and pushing in and out of me at a steady pace.

  “I want you to watch me make love to you,” Pierre said staring into my eyes. It was like he was hypnotizing me.

  “The way you’re looking at me is making me so excited Pierre. I’m cumming baby,” I whispered in a low tone.

  “Cum for me… Shit, you have me sweating,” he said as I moaned.

  His movement became faster from the sounds I make. He was humping me while repeating my name over and over.

  “Hmm, I have never felt pussy like this before. I’m cumming too, Raine. Ahh!” he said leaning his head back.

  He kissed me passionately while pulling his dick out of me. But there was something different about his kiss this time. He looked at me strange, and at the same time he got up, putting on his clothes, “You’re mysterious to look at. I don’t know about you.”

  Pierre finished putting on his clothes as Damonte steppped closer to me. He stood there and licked his lips so nasty.

  “I want your shirt off” I ordered him while ripping off his shirt.

  To my delight, there was a wide, tasty, chest underneath. I rubbed every inch of it as he relaxed to my touch. He began to zip down his pants to reveal his nine inch.

  “Nice…very nice,” I said.

  He bit his lips as he stared at me.

  “I’m going to love you good. Then, I’m going to fuck the hell out of you. Pierre you hold her right leg and Dewar hold on to her left leg,” Damonte ordered.

  I liked the bossy nature that Damonte had. He loved control! He put his dick in and I moaned right away from the feeling. He started thrusting in and out me. Using his right hand to finger my clitoris, he gave me the ultimate pleasure. His left finger was inside my mouth and I immediately start sucking. Oh damn! His dick and finger felt so good working all at the same time. I’m sucking on his finger while moaning like a pussy cat.

  “Uh, Damonte baby, I’m cumming all over you…”

  He pulled his fingers out of my pussy and mouth and reached down to tongue kiss me.

  “I love the way you cum for me, Raine, and the way you call my name,” he said, pumping inside of me.

  He looked down and said, “I love watching my dick slide in and out of you. Hmm Raine, you make me crazy. Your pussy shouldn’t feel this good.”

  He pumped harder inside me while continuing to moan and groan.

  “Shit girl, my dick wanna do something crazy,” Damonte said, tilting his chin up.

  I began sucking on his neck like a vampire. He licked his lips. He was pumping even faster, “Ahh…” he said over and over again.

  I knew he was about to explode. Louder and louder, he was pumping faster and faster. “Shit! Shit! Raine oh yeah... I’m cumming, ahh, I’m cumming…” he screamed kissing me deeper. “You make a nigga work for it. You had me loving the desires of you and the fucking touch of you. Hmm, you’re dangerous to touch,” Damonte said putting on his clothes.

  I guess I was saving the best for last, Dewar. It was something that kept me wondering about him the whole night. It was like he was keeping something back and I intended to find out. Dewar contoured my body as he caressed my breasts, gently squeezing them, taking his tongue and licking around each one. He watched me while sucking and biting my nipples, putting his teeth into it.

  I moaned low as he teased and pleased my nipples. He sustained from kissing me to control the situation. He kissed down my stomach until he reached my navel. I rubbed his head to relax him for a few minutes then he stopped me, staring at me. I thought two can play that game. He took off his shirt before I could tell him to and my eyes looked up and down his chest until our eyes met. The width of his chest turned me on. I bit my lips so that I wouldn’t loose my mind. I sat up to kiss him. Not realizing, he kissed me back.

  He pushed me back down on the bed. He licks his lips, looking down at his blue jeans. I could see that his dick was demanding attention from me and he knew it too. He took two fingers down to my clitoris.

  “Ooh…” I moaned moving my body to his fingers.

  Climbing up on my stomach, he guided his ten inch dick between my breasts. Squeezing them lightly, he slid his dick between my breasts. Stopping to kiss my neck, I started to nibble on his ears.

  “Hmm…” he moaned as I stuck my tongue deeper into his ear. I had found a hot spot!

  Putting his big dick into my pussy, he went to work. He was bigger than Pierre and Damonte and my pussy was reacting to it. The size of his dick had my walls gripping a hold of his dick more.

  “Yes, ah shit,” I moaned.

  He started to fuck me like a dog in heat, going deeper and deeper.

  “Are you trying to hurt me?” I ask him.

  “No, I’m trying not to love you. Ohh Shit! You can’t possibly feel this fucking good,” he said.

  Sitting on his lap, I wrapped my arms around his neck. I moaned, riding the shit out of his dick as he stroked my clit.

  “Ooh, ooh Dewar baby, I’m cumming. Oh ah I’m cumming…” I yelled while he kissed me as I came.

  He laid me back on the bed, picking me up from my hips. He started to put his back into it, pumping me like hell. He was humping me and kissing me like a wild man.

  “Raine, you can’t feel this good. Shit! Baby, I’m about to cum all in you. Ahh, I’m cumming, I’m cumming a lot. Aww, Raine!” Dewar said while his lips were trembling.

  “You’re hard to figure out baby,” he said putting his clothes on.

  “Got-damn…!” I said.

  I was floating five levels pass cloud nine. It was so amazing that five friends could all be excellent in the bedroom. I mean, it’s hard to find a man with a good size dick, let alone one who can work it. I was thrown back from endless enjoyment. The room was quiet and all you could hear was us breathing. I guess neither one of us had anything to say. I knew I didn’t.

  I couldn’t find the words to say. What do you say to three best friends that you just got through fucking in front of each other? Your answer is as good as mine. So I’ll leave that comment until next time.

  Scorned

  Kiniesha Gayle

  Silence captivated the courtroom. Jasmine’s eyes were fixated on the empty chair, the one the judge usually sits. Her patience was slowly running thin as she awaited the verdict. She cringed on the inside, the mere thought of what the verdict might be bothered her. Especially after Jay played tapes he secretly recorded. To the left at the far end of the table sat Jay, her ex-husband. His six foot, dark-skinned frame was looking really good in the blue suit, the suit she bought him. Every now and then he would either blow kisses, or winked at the whore he called his girlfriend.

  “She satisfied me,” she remembered him saying. “She doesn’t fuss or quarrel when I asked her to suck my dick.”

  Jasmine chuckled at such notion. Shoot, even she would suck his dick every hour if he was shelling out the same amount of money he was shelling to Jhonelle. He wouldn’t have to ask twice.

  “Are you okay,” Laura her lawyer whispered.

  Jasmine gave her a don’t-ask-stupid-questions look and drifted off in her thoughts.

  “Only if I didn’t say I do,” she thought. “I wouldn’t be in this mess.”

  “All rise,” the baldheaded court officer ordered.

  The doors to the judge chambers open, a wrinkled faced man, looking like he was overdue for retirement with patches of gray hair, sat on the bench. He adjusted his glasses and opened the folder. Judge Lakinberg looked at her then her ex-husband. Jasmine felt his decision was not going to be
good.

  “Before I make my decision, I want it to be clear that I listened to both sides of the argument, reviewed the documents thoroughly, and I came to a fair decision,” Judge Lakinberg said, clearing his throat.

  “Think positive,” Laura said, squeezing Jasmine’s hand.

  “Easy for you to say,” Jasmine whispered.

  “Mrs. Blackwell,” the judge referred to her, looking over the rim of his glasses.

  “It’s Ms. Lee,” she countered.

  “Jasmine,” Laura turned to her, red faced. “Do you realize he’s about to make a verdict and if you piss him off, he could make it worst.”

  “Who cares? I am Ms. Lee.”

  “Counselor,” the judge interrupted. “Could you remind your client I did not grant her the divorce as yet. She is Mrs. Blackwell.”

  “Yes, your honor,” Laura answered.

  “Jasmine, please calm down.”

  “After tabulating your assets, I will reveal what your husband is entitled to, and who will gain custody of the children. Sole custody will be granted to Mr. Blackwell. Mrs. Blackwell will have supervised visits once a week for two hours with her children…”

  “What!” Jasmine said jumping up. “You cannot do that,” she announced, banging her fist on the table.

  “Mrs. Blackwell, I want order in my courtroom. Sit down and stop interrupting,” the judge said pointing his index finger.

  “Ma’am,” the court officer touched her. “Sit down!” He ordered.

  “Get your fucking hands off, before I knock you down!”

  “Your honor, may I take my client outside to have a word with her?” Laura asked.

  “Under the circumstances that’ll be a good idea,” the judge replied sarcastically. “While you’re at it let her know that one more outburst and I’ll hold her in contempt.”

  Laura and Jasmine headed out the door.

  “Are you nuts? He can hold you in contempt. Listen, if things don’t work out, we can always appeal.”

  “Appeal…?” Jasmine repeated. “I don’t want that whore raising my kids.”

  “Listen to me,” Linda grabbed her shoulders, “I understand, but the reality is that whore will be helping to raise your kids for the time being until things are sorted out. For now we have to do things the legal way.”

  “Screw that, Laura. All my life I have been doing things the right way and I got fucked, Laura. Bottom-line is, he’s not taking my kids even if it means going out in handcuffs.”

  “Jasmine, don’t screw this up,” Laura warned.

  “Everything has already been screwed up the day that heifer took my man. She crossed the line,” Jasmine said holding onto the handle of the courtroom door.

  “Jas,” Laura called out.

  It was too late. Jasmine had already walked into the courtroom. Everyone reconvened, and the judge continued.

  “Sole custody will be given to Mr. Blackwell with Mrs. Blackwell having supervised visits. Mrs. Blackwell will pay three thousand a month in child support and alimony. The house will go to Mr. Blackwell, since the children are in his care.”

  The judge banged his gavel. Jasmine sobbed, the thought of having supervised visits with her daughters was too much. She slowly raised her head to see Jay handing her a piece of tissue.

  “Dry your eyes, and start writing,” he spoke “I don’t want my check a day late either.”

  Jasmine didn’t even respond. She grabbed her things off the desk and headed out the courtroom.

  Five Years Earlier

  The rain pelted against the balcony of Oheka Castle. Most brides would’ve seen this as a curse on their wedding day, but Jasmine saw it as nothing more than raindrops of blessing. As the hairdresser bumped the last curl on her weave, her phone vibrated, she glanced at it.

  Hey baby, are you nervous? The text from James read.

  No, are you? She responded and immediately placed the phone on the bed.

  Taking a look in the mirror, she smiled at her beautiful reflection. Her phone went off again.

  No. I just can’t wait to see you walk down the aisle. Are you going to show up?

  Maybe, she typed, she couldn’t resist laughing. That is if I don’t get cold feet.

  Cindy, her hairdresser just happened to glance at what she wrote. Lightly punching Jasmine on the shoulder she spoke, “You are mean.”

  “Naw,” she smiled. “Let him sweat abit,” Jasmine chuckled.

  The phone went off again.

  Don’t play with me. He wrote. Don’t embarrass me. Let me know if you’re going to show up.

  The president of a big financial company on Wall Street, Jasmine always looked her best. Her wedding was no exception. There was an immense amount of jewelry sitting in the Tacori box sitting on the nightstand. She walked over and opened it placing the diamond and sapphire necklace on her neck the matching earring hung from her ear. The set wouldn’t be complete without the matching bracelet. Jasmine also made it her priority to ensure that James had matching cufflinks. She demanded the finest things, so should her man. Looking at her crystal-laced, Anne Barge gown, she closed her eyes allowing herself to reflect on how she and James met.

  Stern’s financial group organized a retreat on the island of Turks and Caicos. Although she was there for business, she didn’t hesitate to dabble in a little fun as well. There wasn’t a night when Jasmine wouldn’t go to the bar situated on that beach of Sandals Resort. Chatting with the bartender, he always made her a specialty drink. The Jasmine’s punch, he called the concoction and he always entertained her with conversation.

  “So, do you always make special drinks for every girl on the island?” she sipped on her punch.

  “I never came across a special girl, so I had no need for a special punch.”

  “Is that so,” Jasmine stared at him. “She must be one special girl.”

  “Gorgeous too,” James replied cleaning a glass. “Her hazel eyes is memorizing under the Caribbean moonlight. And her short haircut helps to bring out the beauty in her light flawless skin.”

  Jasmine blushed. Using the straw, she stirred the punch. Jasmine withdrew the straw and sucked on the bottom of it. Juices from his concoction accidentally fell on her exposed cleavage.

  “I got it,” James said, coming from behind the counter.

  Ensuring that none of his superiors were around, his tongue glided across her breast. The sensation of his tongue shook her entire frame. That night they made sweet love under the shinning light of the Caribbean moon, watching the water beating against the shore. After visiting the island twice that year, Jasmine requested he joined her in New York.

  “Hey you only have an hour left,” Tameka her coordinator said. “Get ready. You’ll not be late under my watch,” she reinforced.

  Jasmine got out the bed, picked up her dress and shimmied into the gown. Mrs. Lee, Jasmine’s mother, entered the room with ear-filled eyes and gave her a hug.

  “You are beautiful,” she smiled.

  Jasmine’s father boycotted the affair. He didn’t approve of James. He felt his daughter was too good for James, and besides, Mr. Lee felt James was nothing but a gold-digger. Her father’s lack of support hurt, but Jasmine was set on marrying James. With five hundred people in attendance, her million and half dollar wedding was on. This was her day and she was going to be happy. Jasmine ignored the butterflies forming, grabbing her bouquet, she didn’t heed the warnings. The wedding went really swell. Life was too…

  Three Years after Wedding

  “I have a reservation for two.” She told the host at Le Bernardin.

  Jasmine’s philosophy was always, be your husband’s girlfriend and not his wife. Once you became addicted to the phrase ‘you are his wife’, then you became too comfortable and sexiness will walk out the door. Le Bernardin was one of the best French Restaurants in NYC located on 51st Street. It was their third year anniversary. Each year had brought growth and the relationship got better. She wanted to show off her curvy figure and wore a
black, strapless Ralph Lauren dress with matching Miu Miu shoes.

  Seated at her table, Jasmine ordered a bottle of their favorite wine. She couldn’t stop thinking how lucky she was to have a husband like James. Not only were they celebrating their wedding anniversary, they were celebrating James obtaining his green card as well. Time slowly passed. Jasmine’s call to James’ cellphone went straight to his voicemail.

  “Hey dear, I am here at the restaurant, hope everything is well…”

  She ordered appetizers. All around her people were laughing and enjoying their food. Time slipped by and Jasmine became worried, James still had not shown up or called. She dialed his cellphone again- straight to voicemail.

  “James where are you? It’s been twenty minutes and you haven’t called.”

  “Would you like to order dinner?”

  “Can’t you see? I’m on the phone,” she snapped at the waiter.

  “Sorry…” he apologized.

  “Call me back James…” Jasmine’s tone was disgruntled.

  “I’m fine. Just write me the check,” she replied, sounding agitated.

  She quickly rifled through her bag. When she finally found her American Express card, her hand shook, nervousness was kicking in. She was not sure what was going on. Embarrassment stung her face as she left the table and headed for the door. Hailing a cab, she hopped in the first one. After providing the cabbie with her address, she placed her hands across her chest and rode in silence. Jasmine tried James’ cellphone. Once again the call went straight to voicemail.

  “Is James using me for green card purposes?” she questioned. She couldn’t help to wonder if her father was right about him all along. “No,” she convinced herself.

  James was a good man. There had to be an explanation. The cab pulled up to a home in Hartsdale, New York. The lights were off. She saw the Range Rover and the Benz in the drive way.

  “That’s weird,” she spoke aloud.

  Jasmine paid the driver, and walked cautiously to the entrance. She wanted to ensure there was no sign of a break in. She entered the apartment and called his name.