Fantasy (Lipstick)

by Hobbs, Allison

  "Great. My girlfriend and I have got a new place uptown and we love it. It is beautiful and big, just like me. She's out of town this weekend. I’m having a get-together this Saturday; I wanted to know if you wanted to come," Trudy finished.

  "I'd love to come, I see when the cat is away the mice will play," Vanessa said. "I have plans Saturday, but catch me another time, okay?"

  Vanessa continued her adventure. As she walked she thought to herself about how much she loved sex. The woman loved to fuck men and women. Trudy was no different than a man. The first time she and Trudy had fucked, Trudy ended up asking her to be her girlfriend. Vanessa thought Trudy was a terrible lover. However, just like the six-inch-dick boyfriend she’d had in college, whom she pretended to enjoy only to fulfill his sexual orgasms, the broad faked it.

  Vanessa was taught by her senior physical education teacher. This was the woman she’d had her first lesbian encounter with. It happened on a hot spring day after soccer practice. Vanessa was in the showers, the last piece of pussy left. It was like a setup for a bad B-rated movie. The kind of movie that involved no penetration, no dicks, just two women going at it. Yet this would be one of the few first unrecorded times that two parts of the same gender would cause a foreign one to orgasm.

  Evelyn, the teacher, had a body of her own. The chick had a fat ass and breasts that spoke to you each time she passed by. She entered the showers, looking for Vanessa. To her surprise, Vanessa was waiting on Evelyn to find her. Evelyn walked up to Vanessa and got down on her knees. Vanessa grabbed Evelyn's head and shoved her into the pussy. The thrust was polite and sensual. Her pussy gyrated on Evelyn’s tongue feverishly. Vanessa started to twist and turn with every pull of Evelyn's tongue. During her latest twitch, Vanessa said, "Eva, make me feel like a woman."

  Evelyn was so into it, by this point she was rubbing her own clit. Vanessa came three times. Each time, Evelyn welcomed each burst with an enthusiastic tongue. Both of the women were satisfying each other. They had longed for each other's bodies since the first time they laid eyes on each other. The meltdown started sensual and ended up being downright nasty. The two did everything under the sun that afternoon. After the episode, as Vanessa was getting dressed, she decided to show Evelyn how special the older woman made her feel.

  After completely dressing, she went to Evelyn's office. Evelyn, who was cooling down by this point, was sitting at her desk. As Vanessa entered the office, she walked up and went to kiss Evelyn. Evelyn quickly turned her face away from Vanessa's. Then Eva rose from behind her desk and put her arm around the young girl. She then proceeded to tell Vanessa, "I loved what we did today, baby, I really did, but it was just a fuck."

  The words cut Vanessa like a knife; she didn't deal well with rejection. Hell, any man she had been with wanted more and they always tried to get her to be their girlfriend. The hurt was all over Vanessa's face.

  She politely removed Eva's arm and left the room. Vanessa was in such a rush, she left one of her favorite shirts. The two parties never spoke again. She came to find out, from one of Eva's other lovers, that Eva had faked it with Vanessa. She had said Vanessa was a selfish lover and an overrated fuck. She had thought Vanessa was cute the whole time in school, but was disappointed when she got the package. Vanessa learned all this from female classmates. This hurt Vanessa. It would make her into the sex machine she would grow to be.

  As Vanessa harped on the memory, she was interrupted by a voice. The voice spoke in a low, deep baritone.

  "Tell me a secret, baby."

  Vanessa laughed hysterically. She turned to find out it was Chris. Chris was supervisor of the marketing department at the firm. Vanessa had fucked Chris maybe forty times the past year she had been employed with the company. "How are you today?" Vanessa said in a playful manner.

  "I'm good. I'd be better if I had you to myself," a joking Chris said as he rubbed his hands on her thighs. It was like her thighs fit right into the palm of his hands. Even handling her in this way made him want to turn into a monster, right in the office. His office did provide all of his private talks with Vanessa to be just that—private.

  Vanessa laughed and giggled, staring into his eyes the whole time. Chris was the one person she could settle down with. Vanessa thought Chris was fine in every sense of the word. Vanessa saw him as someone whom she had only met one other time in her lifetime—a real man. It was like he understood her and compromised with her sexuality. Chris knew Vanessa was a freak, but he never condemned her for it. It was almost as if he found it entertaining in a sense.

  Chris wanted Vanessa to himself, but he knew such a feat was impossible. A freak is a freak, but Chris also knew having her to come home to would be the pleasure of a lifetime. And in a sense Vanessa wondered what it would be like to come home to Chris. She just sat and stared at Chris after she had slowly removed his hands from her hips. There was only one flaw with Chris: Chris was married with two kids. Actually Chris was unhappily married with one brat. The jury was still out on the second one. Chris's wife was a whore from hell. She had fucked owners of pro teams, professional athletes, singers, and even a few politicians. Some of the men had even used Chris's bed for a personal playground. The irony of the episodes was that they usually occurred when Chris was out on a business trip.

  He took fictional trips with Vanessa, only about thirty minutes from his home. Chris usually had one of his security people ride thru his home to make sure his wife had begun her infidelities so that he could begin his own.

  Vanessa was special to the man, and he was special to her. Chris knew most women had experimented with lesbianism at one time or another. This was no shock to him. He just loved the way Vanessa was so free. Her energy transferred to his every time they were together, and the tougher it became for him to go home. Vanessa loved every fucking minute of it. "I need to get ready for the day,” Vanessa said as she quickly made her exit.

  This prompted Chris to say, "Let's have lunch today."

  Vanessa had suspected it was coming. "Just call upstairs; you know the extension." She left quickly and briskly, leaving Chris no time for a response. Vanessa preferred it that way.

  On her way to the elevator she passed the head boss's office. She took her time passing it, making sure her steps built up the excitement to the listener as she grew closer. Her skirt hiked up her legs as she continued her journey. She wanted her skirt to get as high as it could get; seduction was her game.

  As she made it to the elevator, a familiar voice said, "three minutes and two seconds late."

  "Mustafa, why are you even talking to me after last week?" an angry Vanessa said.

  "Because I can. I got my eye on you," a staring Mustafa said as he disappeared around the corner. The two had been an item once upon a time, but it didn't work out.

  Finally Vanessa had reached her office. As she passed through, she passed a guy who was patting his braids. She told the young man, "Hold all my calls except Chris's."

  The young man said, "Yes, ma'am, no problem."

  As Vanessa entered the office, she immediately made herself comfortable. Vanessa slid off her panties, patiently awaiting Chris's call. Most of the paperwork was finished, and it was Friday. This meant the weekend was next. Vanessa was tired of playing with the young boy. She liked that young dick and it made her feel young again. She liked that feeling. She had lost her heart somewhere along her walk in life, but he reminded her of what it felt like to love again.

  She decided to listen to her messages. As she listened to each plea from men who had discovered her work number, she giggled with laughter. The men sounded like a bunch of pussywhipped high school boys. Each man sounded more pathetic than the previous one. She enjoyed listening to the men who had felt her once before beg for a second helping. The woman was like a human potato salad at a family picnic. She was the side dressing, and people couldn't have the main course without her.

  A knock at the door interrupted Vanessa's activities. "Come in."

  To her surpr
ise, it was Chris. Chris said, "Hey, I had to come and see you." Vanessa just smiled and said, "I know. I've been waiting."

  Chris locked the door behind him and proceeded toward his ultimate fantasy.

  Vanessa put both of her feet on the table. As Chris made his way toward Vanessa, he unbuckled his belt and started to undo his pants. Vanessa was dripping wet just from the anticipation of the situation. She thought Chris had a big dick and she enjoyed a big dick just like an energized tongue. She eyeballed Chris's zipper with the anticipation of a shuttle launch. Chris whipped out his dick, all eleven inches was as hard as a bat. An intrigued Vanessa decided to try to put every inch of his dick in her mouth. Vanessa grabbed Chris's dick and put it to the back of her throat. She instantly choked. The spit from the ingestion caused Chris's dick to grow another inch. She told Chris to grab her hair and shove her head on it. He did it and lost control. He started to pump Vanessa's head so hard, he felt like her mouth was the pussy.

  Not being able to take anymore, Chris lifted Vanessa up and decided to show her how much his daily workout kept him physically fit. He grabbed the small-framed woman and put her on his dick while he was still standing. He pumped her pussy three times real hard. The woman came instantly. Her orgasm covered his hairy legs. The cum was thick, and it left a mark as it dried on Chris. He was still banging Vanessa.

  Vanessa was breathing uncontrollably and squeezing Chris. She cried a little bit and whispered sweet nothings in his ear. She told him he was the best, and it rang in his ears over and over as he pleased her.

  Chris decided to switch it up and make the vixen beg for mercy. Chris laid Vanessa down on the table. As Vanessa's long hair relaxed itself onto the table slowly, Chris decided to slow down the tempo. He slowly put his dick inside Vanessa so that she could feel every ridge of his head. She accepted the feeling with a moan that demanded a response from Chris. The response was "Aaah."

  Vanessa put her hands on Chris's mouth. Everybody knew she was the slut of the office. However, she did not want to advertise. The woman knew her aura was enough. She vibrated on Chris's dick to the point of his orgasm. She felt his cum and decided to kiss him. Vanessa loved to kiss, but just like a prostitute she had learned it was bad for business. She didn't want to fall in love with Chris, but her heart wouldn't let her be convinced otherwise.

  Vanessa went to move and, to her surprise, a still hard Chris started back pumping. He was ready for seconds, and who was Vanessa to deny him of that right? That was the main reason Vanessa loved Chris. Chris showed her how he felt about her, not just using words to express his feelings. Vanessa was a real emotional lover, and in order to tame her it would take someone with the same type of passion. Chris tongue-kissed Vanessa. Vanessa, unable to resist Chris's manhood, complied with his demands. Chris pumped slow. He wanted her to know he felt like a king with his queen.

  "Put it in me as deep as you can get it," Vanessa whispered in Chris's ear.

  "I'll try, baby girl," an eager Chris said. With that Chris tried to pump every bit of dick he had into the broad. And she accepted every inch. Chris was just what Vanessa wanted. Chris loved the fact that a sister could be so giving but at the same time so sincere. Vanessa moaned like hell as Chris plowed her over and over again. Each moan overshadowed the sound of the last one.

  Vanessa's voice started to fade out during the fuck. The song Two Occasions by the Deele came on. Vanessa came so hard, Chris didn't know if he had already blown his load. Chris felt like he didn’t, but the shivers in his body and feeling in his penis told him otherwise. "I love you."

  "I love you, too," a captivated Vanessa said. Let's face it, Vanessa loved anybody and everybody. Her pussy was like public transportation. The only thing that mattered was if you were in the right place at the right time. Vanessa moaned over and over, once again.

  She meant what she’d told Chris, but she also knew herself. Vanessa knew she couldn't be faithful even if her life depended on it. If the moment presented itself she would do almost anything. Vanessa loved the fact that Chris was so easy and at the same time so gullible. Most men knew that Vanessa was a superfreak. In the immortal words of Rick James, "She was a girl you couldn't take home to mother, but she will never let your spirits down." Every inch of dick he put inside of Vanessa was a gift to her. The feel of her hair made his dick grow harder and harder. Vanessa wanted him to feel like a man.

  Chris came all over Vanessa's pussy then decided to do something extremely nasty. Chris grabbed Vanessa's head while she was on the table. Chris put so much cum in Vanessa's mouth, she had to swallow and breathe at the same time. Vanessa almost choked in doing so.

  Vanessa then cleaned Chris's penis slowly with her mouth. Vanessa got up and wiped her mouth with her own shirt. After wiping, she grabbed Chris and kissed him.

  "Why won't you commit to me?" Chris said as he got dressed.

  Vanessa looked like Janet Jacme or Jenna Jameson after a group sex session. Vanessa's pussy was still cumming as she attempted to get dressed. Vanessa had been satisfied, and the rest was history. There were not many men who'd done that, and Chris should've been awarded a gold medal, at least in Vanessa's eyes.

  Chris was in another world, as he walked out. He reached the elevator and decided to do something he had been thinking about. Chris walked back to Vanessa's office. It was obvious that no one had heard them. Business in the hall went on as usual; co-workers got coffee, and the usual office gossip took place. Chris turned and headed for Vanessa's office.

  As he entered unannounced, Vanessa jumped up like a Jack in the Box.

  Vanessa smiled at Chris's boldness. Vanessa wanted him to be more vocal. Vanessa stood and just looked at the exasperated man.

  Chris grabbed Vanessa and kissed her. "I want you to be my woman. I'm serious," a determined Chris said. Chris had every intention in the world of taking control of his destiny.

  Vanessa decide to see how much ground she had. "I've got a meeting at four. I'll call you then," Vanessa coldly said.

  Chris bowed his head in defeat and started back toward his office. He said nothing as he exited the room. His heart was in his stomach, and he felt like someone had just licked all the red off of his candy. As he caught the elevator, he thought about the whole situation. Why did he love a woman like Vanessa? Vanessa was candy for the body but poison for the soul. Chris knew that, but it was almost like she was heroin. Chris couldn't live with her, but he would die without her.

  At the same time, Vanessa was day-dreaming of her dream lover. Vanessa thought Chris was the shit. Vanessa didn't deal well with true affairs of the heart. Vanessa just liked everybody else's merchandise; she was a serious window-shopper. Chris may have been gone, but Vanessa could still feel the effects of his handiwork.

  Vanessa could have smacked that motherfucker when they were fucking. The only reason she didn't was because she didn't want to scare him off. Vanessa got rough when the sex was good, and that was evident the night she had scratched Chris's back raw. This was only after a bottle of Möet and a three-hourlong fuck. Vanessa thought and pondered about Chris. She decided to go to his office and speak with him. As she left her office, she told her male secretary, "Hold all my calls." As Vanessa caught the elevator, she felt her heart beat profusely as she waited to arrive at the tenth floor. She was sweating and nervous. What if Chris had changed his mind about her. Vanessa hated rejection; it was one of the main reasons she had been single for so long. The price of having her heart broke was not worth the time that went into it. She was like most black women in the 90's. She had met so many losers, the pain was not worth the gain. She felt like she could do bad by her damn self. And bad is just what the woman did. Vanessa finally reached Chris's office only after sweating for what seemed like an hour waiting for the correct floor to come up. Vanessa walked into Chris's office, only to be confronted with his jealous secretary, Jillian.

  Jillian had fucked Chris on four different occasions and had expected to replace his wife. There was no way in hell Chri
s was going to let that happen. Jillian had sucked Chris's dick so many times during her first week tenure, she got sick. Jillian ended up having to have her stomach pumped. This procedure alone caused her boyfriend to leave. Jillian pulled the Be-my-man-orelse-shit, and she received a visit from Human Resources. The man in charge asked her if she had made advances toward Chris, and she quickly recanted all the crazy shit she had said before. From that point on, the two never resumed their activities.

  Vanessa was interrupted by Jillian.

  Jillian said, "Excuse me, ma'am, do you have an appointment?"

  Vanessa did something Florida Evans would have been proud of. Vanessa yelled out, "Damn, Damn, Damn." She jumped around while saying it. Chris heard Vanessa and hurried to hear what had brought his love goddess back to his door. Chris ran to the door and entered the hall. The man's presence completely backed up his reputation. One thing you learn is that a true man's entrance changes the whole room. Chris's entrance did just that. Both Vanessa and Jillian grinned as Chris entered the room.

  Chris quickly grabbed Vanessa's hand and they left the room. Chris, only after seating Vanessa, came back to Jillian's desk and said, "Hold all my calls." Chris slammed the door behind himself. Chris knew Jillian had gotten the point. Like a high school athlete at a cut list; he was not on.

  Jillian hung her head and continued with her assignment.

  Vanessa sat in Chris's office and just stared into his eyes. The girl was so good at what she did. Vanessa said “I was thinking." But she was interrupted by Chris's phone ringing.

  Chris said, "What the fuck?" Before he knew it, Jillian came through on the loudspeaker. She said, "Your wife said the check bounced. She needs to talk to you." Vanessa pretended to choke and said, "Haterade."

  Chris busted out laughing. Chris told Jillian to patch her through.

  Vanessa sat surprised and somewhat bewildered. Vanessa saw something for the first time as she sat and watched Chris speak with his wife. Vanessa discovered that Chris did love his wife. And no matter what Vanessa said or did, she could never change where the man's heart was. Chris would always go home to his wife and check on his family. That is when Vanessa discovered something that could be stronger than good pussy,— family.