The noises we were both making were getting louder as he and I both were enjoying it. Soon the door flung open and we both stopped moving.
Tanya was standing there at the door, staring as if she'd seen a ghost.
I didn't know what to say at that moment. Daron removed his pole from my tunnel and I moved my leg from the chair. I thought for sure that Tanya was going to run out the office and tell Lana what was going on. I began to try to explain myself but then, I noticed tears streaming down from her eyes. What the hell was she crying for? I thought to myself as I paused. Daron fixed his clothing and began to walk toward Tanya, who was still sobbing at the door. "Tanya, I never meant for you to find out this way." he explained.
"Fuck you! You piece of shit, I can't believe that this entire time you've been playing me for a fool! I should have known something was up with you two," she screamed while pushing him away.
"What is going on here?" I asked, confused, since I couldn't understand what the hell she was talking about.
"He's been fucking me for a year, telling me that he was going to leave Lana and we would be together," she said as she continued to cry.
"What?" I asked.
“Yeah, you heard me right, a year!” she yelled.
"I can't believe you, Daron. How could you do this?" I said as my body filled with anger. He'd been playing me just as I suspected, but this was so far-fetched. Screwing around with both of us and neither one of us knowing was unbelievable. A man this skillful and conniving deserved some sort of award, because he kept us going, both of us crazy in love.
"Tanya, wait!" he screamed as Tanya turned to walk out of the room. "Baby, I am going to be with you." He was pouring her the same lie he’d told me just minutes ago probably assuming she would run straight to Lana.
"Fuck you. Forget that you ever knew me. I hope you rot in hell!" she said as she made her way down the hall. He turned around and looked at me.
Before he could say anything, I smacked him across the face.
“I deserved that.”
I decided not to say another word to him, because I was about ready to kill him for all his lies. I was going to save myself the embarrassment and walk out of here with my head held high. I would have never expected any of this by a long shot. I really thought he cared about me, but he could have cared less.
There was a time when I had men falling at my feet. I could have had any man I wanted but I chose to settle for a man that belonged to someone else. Tanya and I both learned a valuable lesson that day: leave married men alone! They are excellent liars and will tell you anything to get you in bed which, give them the excitement they are missing at home. If he'll screw around on his wife with you, nine times out of ten you're not the first or the last that he'll do it with.
I was definitely a fool for believing we would one day be together and he would be mine forever. The sex was great, but his game was even better. Tanya and I did talk following that night. She finally answered my calls after a week of me trying to get in touch with her. We both decided not to tell Lana what happened; she would find out eventually, because he would definitely not be stopping the things he did beneath her nose anytime soon . . .
K. Elliott presents Fantasy
Vanessa
Defoncia Herdon
A woman’s walk is a prelude to who she actually is. If it is watched closely enough by a professional, he—or she for that matter—can tell everything about her in only a few moments of observation. The walk can mean one of three things. The first thing is her pace. Her pace determines the path she has chosen in life. If she has a running walk, it means she is ambitious. Now, that can be a positive or a negative aspect. Ambition itself can be good or bad; it usually depends on the individual’s motives or desires. A woman who never stops to smell the roses usually drags anyone around her down on that dull and boring journey.
If it’s a slow but meaningful walk, it means she handles her business and enjoys everything this thing called “Life” has to offer. The first time I saw Vanessa, her walk was the equivalent to the discovery of extra-terrestrial beings on another planet. The only men you could convince that your story of seeing her was true, had to witness the manifestation themselves to be true believers.
Her legs had the gracefulness of an ice skater in the Olympics. Her butt held her bottom half together like super glue, and I swear it must have had a subliminal light put on the inside of it, which forced your eyes to watch until she disappeared. The click of her heels on concrete was similar to the playing of the national anthem.
Some women have an ass; Vanessa had a masterpiece. Her shit swayed side to side like it had switches. And that gum she chewed ever so sweetly accented her walk like gravy on the turkey at Thanksgiving. Old men walking with their grandsons, stopped to look at her crossing the street. I swear, sometimes when she passed a church, you could hear a series of claps after she left, which were followed by disapproving slaps women gave their spouses.
And I mean she worked it. She would walk by couples and disrupt their whole outing. She would near the couple and start off by staring the man directly in his eyes, never once blinking. Her dress normally would show off her chest to a tee. The man would be captivated by a beautiful, voluptuous woman staring at him. And after the man’s eyes were transfixed on her glorious breasts, she would shift her eyes quickly to the woman’s eyes. After contact is made between the two women, Vanessa, as usual, would smile an I-could-fuck-him-if-I-wanted-to-bitchbut-I-don’t-want-to smirk and keep going.
In some instances, women who like women became paralyzed, just like their men had become. They were helpless victims of Vanessa’s aura. The woman was bad and any man, who’d been with her once would brag about her as if she was the Taj Mahal. They didn’t own it, but they’d been in it one time. Her pussy had broken up homes, turned out young boys, and even made some women leave their husbands. The pussy was as lethal as Ann Coultier becoming a part of congress. It could destroy a nation of people.
She went into the corner store on this particular hot summer night. She was greeted by low mumbles of, “Shit,” from a crowd of thugs who used the front of the store, to push narcotics. She looked at one young man, smiled, and said, “Whatever, motherfucker, and kept walking. None of the men said anything else. They knew better. Vanessa had used every one of them on one occasion or another. Hell, one of the brothers got her a cell phone in conjunction with his account. Vanessa had earned pagers in the 80’s, cell phones in the 90’s, and cars in the millenium that soon followed. Vanessa had been a freak since high school. The boys knew she was trouble, but they felt she was worth every nut-busting second of it.
As she entered the store, the bell announced her to the clerk and the undercover police officer working security in the store. “Hello, Vanessa,” both Paul and Steve said.
“Hello, boys, how you doing?” a joking Vanessa said in a She-nay-nay voice, mocking Martin Lawrence to perfection. “Good, baby, how are you doing?” both men again said in unison. The second serenade caused Steve, the shop owner, to elbow Paul, the undercover, in hopes of permitting him to speak first. “How has life been on your side of the track?” an excited Steve said.
“Which side,” Vanessa replied, moving her body in such a way that her dress seemed as if it were trying to fall off her body.
Both men’s penises almost came out of their pants. As Vanessa moved down the aisle, Steve followed. Watching her ass every step of the way, he, finally decided to slow down the elusive Vanessa. “From experience, you should know I have a limp,” a frustrated Steve quickly spoke.
“And from experience, you should know I have no patience, for something that is limp,” a playful Vanessa said with a giggle.
“I called you last week. All I got was the voice mail,” an angry and disgruntled Steve said.
“I called you last night. I was so horny, my pussy was speaking your name and requesting your tongue,” Vanessa started.
As she spoke, an excited Steve almost fell a
s he leaned upon the bookcase, listening to Vanessa.
“And you know what happened,” a flirtatious Vanessa said.
“W-W-What?” a stammering Steve finally finished.
“Your wife answered,” Vanessa coldly stated.
With her response he fell off the case, he was leaning on.
Vanessa smiled proudly, her victory assured with Steve’s nervous fall.
“What?” a scared Steve blurted out as he proceeded to get his six-foot and three-hundred-pound frame off the floor.
“Just kidding, stupid. The only way I would call you for dick is if I had just fucked six people and just wanted a meltdown.” And with that, an already entertained Vanessa laughed. Vanessa took Steve’s hand after he was up from the floor. She grabbed his middle finger, and slowly inserted it into her already soaking pussy. Vanessa kissed the shocked Steve, and began moaning.
It was a scene worthy of an award, if such an award existed. The moment made the one-time self-labeled "John," sound like a fourteen-year-old with his first piece of ass. Vanessa moaned like a fresh eighteen year-old in her first porno shoot with Ron Hightower. Vanessa's pussy created a river that Niagara Falls would've been proud of. It formed a collective pool on the man's hand, and dripped onto the floor. The man enjoyed every minute of it. Steve kissed Vanessa and treasured every lip-locking moment of it. Steve was the part-time pastor at a local church in the area. He had longed for a sexual episode that he could pour his whole heart into. Vanessa gave him this opportunity.
He often looked at every woman in the church with a lustful eye. He was a whoremonger. Both of his marriages had fell apart due to the usual adult affairs and accusations. This type of situation had no bearing on the man's compass, because at this stage in the camping trip he was no longer a Boy Scout.
Vanessa moaned and continued her tirade of selfish orgasms. Vanessa came on Steve's ever-ready hand, one orgasm after another. The amount soon became countless. As Vanessa finished her last orgasm, she decided to see how far Steve was willing to go. She slowly and gently removed his hand, and decided to make a short porno scene while she had the time and place.
Vanessa grabbed the hypnotized man's head and before Steve knew it, he was licking the snatch. With every stroke of his tongue, Vanessa moaned. The broad didn't even care who heard. The back room was far from the front, so Paul couldn't hear. If he did he would come in and try to get Vanessa to give head. Vanessa only sucked on big dicks and wet pussies. Paul didn't fall into either slot, so he could keep his lame ass on the bench.
Steve, alarmed by the noise, decided to try and comment.
Before he could get out his statement, Vanessa violently shoved his head back into the pussy. "Eat the pussy, motherfucker, and make me cum," a demanding Vanessa furiously stated. A dominatrix was just what a man like Steve wanted. He had, on many occasions, let Vanessa beat him with a whip while he was tied up like a pig roasting at a barbeque. Steve quickly followed her command. He licked and sucked that pussy like he was a major porn star.
Finally after twenty minutes, a restless and jealous Paul decided to promote himself from undercover to lead detective. "Steve, I need the keys for the safe I got to make that deposit you told me to make for you, before 2:00 p.m.," a concerned Paul said. Paul always deposited Steve's money for him because not too many fools wanted to rob Paul. Paul kept his gun even when he was off duty.
Steve struggled with a response.
Vanessa, by this time, was squirming and jumping like a worm in hot ashes. She moaned like hell and was stuck in heaven. Steve's tongue was going faster than a Kansas hurricane. As Steve licked Vanessa's pussy, he blew air on it. She welcomed every twist and turn of the NASCAR race, and was about to reward the mechanic in charge of the pit stop.
"I'm cuming, I'm cuming,” an excited Vanessa said. She was running out of breath and felt her heart beating fast. The feeling that overcame her body was something that happened every day, but she never took it for granted. She didn't want Steve to think he wasn't appreciated. However, on a scale of one to ten, Steve’s best day was a five. In Vanessa eyes, that five was about to receive a mouthful of cum.
"Steve, I need the keys," an annoying Paul said as he neared the two adults.
This statement forced a busy Steve to finally say something. Steve slowly rose to his feet; all the time during the rise, he kept his tongue on Vanessa's body. He made his way from her pussy, up her chest, and to her neck. This forced Vanessa, halfway during the rise, to moan like hell. The woman sounded like a fire alarm at eight on a Sunday morning.
After he had completely got on his feet, he angrily shouted out, "I’ll be out there in five minutes. Hold your horses."
Paul jumped back and quickly returned to his original position. Steve resumed his position, too.
"Suck it," an excited Vanessa stated. Steve's re-entry into Vanessa stirred more controversy than Prince's first album cover. After what could have been mistaken for four licks, an excited Vanessa shivered and shook another mouthful of cum into Steve's mouth.
Steve wanted to please Vanessa, and he had achieved his goal. While Vanessa continued cumming, Steve kept his mouth open and his tongue working. He almost choked on Vanessa's orgasm, but he would rather than die than fail his mission.
Vanessa finally finished her orgasm. After the last drop was deposited in Steve's mouth, she promptly and rudely pushed Steve's head away. "There you go with that shit,” an upset Steve stated.
Vanessa was more than willing to admit her mistake to her sexual servant. "I'm sorry, baby, you just drive me so wild," she slyly said.
"I'm going to do more than that,” Steve said while undoing his pants.
Vanessa quickly said, "Just don't spoil the moment," as she put her hands on Steve's to stop him.
"Damn, this is the tenth time I've done this," Steve said. "When do I finally get the pussy again?"
"I don't know. I'm going to have to think about it.” And with that statement, both adults started to get dressed.
Both adults still felt the effects of the fantasy world. The two walked in a way in which the scene itself, lucky enough to be captured, would've been viewed as a couple in love. Although they may not have been in love, their body language said otherwise. "I would do anything in the world for you," Steve said.
"You just proved that," Vanessa said.
As the two adults re-entered the room, they both did so only to find Paul anxiously waiting.
"Damn, what the fuck ya'll been doing? About time," Paul angrily stated.
This prompted Steve to pull rank. "It's my fucking store. I come and go as I please."
Paul got the message and remembered who the boss was. Vanessa stared in Paul's eyes, hypnotizing him all the way, as she began to exit. All of a sudden Vanessa turned around to Steve. Vanessa grabbed Steve's head and gave him a passionate kiss. "Thanks for the good time," Vanessa said.
The look on Paul's face said nothing but jealousy. He wasn't jealous of Steve being with Vanessa; he was mad because she didn't invite him along. Hell, if she would have came one day later it would have been Steve's off day. One day later and it would have been Paul's dick instead of Steve's.
As Vanessa exited the building, both men looked at her in amazement. She walked as usual, hips going from side to side. Both men observed the hot piece of ass until she eventually disappeared from sight. Both men proceeded to the safe. Steve grinned at a still angry Paul. Just the look on Steve's face prompted a short, powerful statement from Paul. "What the hell ya'll do back there, split a milkshake?" and with that he laughed and continued walking to the safe. Steve ran to look in the bathroom mirror. After he had reached his destination, he made a terrible discovery. Steve hadn't cleaned his mouth off and still had some of Vanessa's orgasm in the corners of his mouth.
As Vanessa exited the store, the crowd of thugs still stared. She walked across the street to continue on her route. The boys, just like any other men with vision, watched her like a hawk. "That's a bad broad," one thug
said while watching her infamous walk.
The local vegetable salesmen were steady preparing for the days business. They were checking vegetables and stocking inventory to be sure the day's demands would be met. Vanessa stopped all that shit. I mean, all the men looked like a sheet of invisible ice had fell upon them, they all stood still. She walked and popped that gum and waved at all the grocers as she passed by. "Hi," Vanessa said.
"Hello," the men replied once again in unison. One stock boy, holding a crate of tomatoes, accidentally dropped them to the floor. He did so while trying to reply to Vanessa. He, like every other man, thought Vanessa was personally speaking to him. They watched the woman until she disappeared from sight.
Vanessa was on her way to work; this was her usual routine for the morning. The Steve episode fell into the "Right-time, Right-place category. She just happen to see him and decided to treat her pussy. In her eyes, she saw it as a hell of a way to start the day.
As she entered her office building, she approached the security desk. Vanessa was greeted by a deep, somewhat feminine, voice.
"Good morning, Ms. Vanessa."
It was Trudy, the head security officer. Trudy looked like a female wrestler with a mini mustache and a steroid diet.
Vanessa, never one to shy away from something different, greeted the guard with the same enthusiasm as always. "Hey, what's up, baby? How are you doing today?" Vanessa replied. Vanessa's response broke down the wall that Trudy usually put up to keep her image tough. For when Vanessa was in her presence, Trudy did something few people had ever seen her do: Be nice.
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