Fantasy (Lipstick)

by Hobbs, Allison

  As she exited the kitchen, she lowered the water bottle so Karl could get a good look at her chocolate nipples. Tracing the outline of her nipples with her finger, she placed her finger in her mouth and spoke. “I’m so sorry, Karl. I should have dressed completely before coming to the kitchen; I just thought everyone would be asleep.” Raven batted her eyes as the look of innocence now made her appear even sexier.

  “It’s fine, Raven. We’ll keep this between us, and I’ll see you in the morning.” Karl licked his lips several times and didn’t once try to conceal his hand grasping his erect penis. Raven lingered in the doorway a minute longer before turning around and slowly, walking back to her bedroom.

  The next morning was awkward at breakfast as Karl and Bryce did much of the talking. Raven watched the both of them and knew that if Karl would have approached her last night, she would have fucked him right there on the kitchen floor. Am I a whore? Raven began having conversations with herself, trying to understand why one minute she was so focused on Bryce and the next minute she wanted his father.

  “Does that sound like a plan to you, Raven?” Karl looked at her as she finished her Belgian waffles and eggs.

  “Excuse me?” Raven stopped chewing.

  “I thought I would fix my famous Italian meal for us tonight. Bryce is going to have you out all day, so tonight we’ll have the dinner I promised.” Karl smiled at Raven, knowing she was feeling awkward after last night.

  “That sounds good to me.” Raven smiled, only looking in Bryce’s direction. She was glad he had an entire day planned because, after last night, she couldn’t bear to be around Karl any longer than she had to be.

  The Hamptons were beautiful; there were so many beautiful fields of flowers in all colors, they looked like painted pictures pulled from a magazine. The houses were beyond what she imagined she swore she recognized them from one of those entertainment shows.

  Bryce drove her through several of the gated communities and introduced her to some of his acquaintances he’d known for years. He showed her a different side of his world. This is who he was, lavish houses, quaint bistros, yachts, and private beaches. This type of shit she only dreamed of, and soon this would be her world as well. Their day was nonstop.

  Raven felt exhausted as Bryce pulled the car into the driveway. She looked at her reflection in the mirror. She was a shade darker from being on the beach earlier.

  When they entered the house, the smell of garlic, butter, and other seasonings met them at the front door.

  “Hey, love birds. How was your day in the Hamptons?” Karl chirped from the kitchen. He was in full chef mode; soft music was playing as he maneuvered around the kitchen as if that was his chosen career.

  “We had a great time, pops.” Bryce moved over to one of the pots on the stove, tasting the sauce that was on simmer.

  “Everything smells so delicious, Karl. So you really put it down in the kitchen, huh?” Raven sat on the stool at the kitchen counter watching her man and his father bond over a pot of sauce.

  “Yeah, I do a little something. You guys have at least an hour or two before we eat, so go relax.” Karl continued to sauté the Italian sausage, checking the flame before placing it in the sauce.

  “Cool I need a shower. The sand from the beach is everywhere, and a little rest won’t hurt, either.” Raven hopped down from the stool, headed towards the bedroom.

  “I can help you wash that sand away if you like?” Bryce teased Raven.

  She rolled her eyes playfully, disappearing from the kitchen.

  The cool jet streams of water from the showerhead relived Raven’s sun-drenched skin. She lathered her body with honeysuckle body wash and let the foam run between every crack and crevasse on her body. Her sun-tanned body looked like two shades of chocolate fudge; her Brazilian-waxed pussy looked more tempting now that her skin was two different shades of brown. This was her last full night in the Hamptons, and she would make sure it was a memorable one for Bryce. Stepping out of the shower, Raven toweled herself off and began singing. She felt wonderful. She wanted to look sexy tonight for her man; she knew exactly what she would wear. Raven stopped singing as she entered their bedroom and began smiling. Laying on the bed was a beautiful fresh-cut stem of lavender, a blindfold, handcuffs, and a note that read:

  Beautiful one;

  I hope you enjoyed your shower. Please relax and place the blindfold on. I’ll return to you in five minutes . . . No questions . . . do as you’re told and be a good girl!

  Raven was excited at the thought of her man being so creative and freaky. She was more than willing to obey. She finished drying her body off, and smoothed body cream all over to soften her sun-drenched skin. Raven blindfolded herself and lay her naked body on the cool sheets. The chill from the sheets was so relaxing, she felt like she was floating on a cloud.

  There was a knock on the door.

  Startled, Raven began to giggle as she called for her lover to enter.

  “Come in, sir.” Raven laughed. “I can’t believe you got me lying here blindfolded.” Raven continued to ramble on.

  She could hear the door open then close with the lock clicking in the air.

  Her hands were separated over her head as the handcuffs were placed in position. There was no response given.

  “Oh, I get it; I’m your love slave. Okay, baby, have it your way.” She was really enjoying the role-play.

  Raven’s legs were then spread eagle, exposing her fully. She was so excited about the little game, her pussy began pulsating, waiting to be touched. Her nipples were erect. She knew her lover had to be aroused by her body, which was open for his full pleasure. Raven lay still as she felt what had to be the stem of lavender being traced down her limbs, over her arms, thighs, stomach, and breast. The flowers were brushed under her nose as she took in a whiff of their sweet floral notes. Raven began to squirm with excitement. She had never imagined her man being so erotic. His lips traced her nipples giving each one equal play.

  His mustache felt coarse against her skin, making her squirm even more. He licked down to her navel as Raven raised her pussy to his mouth, begging him to fuck her. His stiff tongue plunged deep between her legs, lapping at her moistness. Raven was out of control. As she grasped onto the headboard for balance as she moved her mound against his mouth.

  “Just fuck me, baby, please; just fuck me.” Raven felt sensuously tortured. Bryce had never bought this out of her before. Her pussy continued being tongued. The moistness flowed to the crack of her ass, followed by his tongue. A buzzing noise soon entered the air. Her senses were on high alert as she felt the vibration rubbing against her clitoris before entering the walls of her pussy.

  Her lover continued tonguing her ass while the cold vibrator rumbled about in her hot opening.

  Raven came uncontrollably as she was having both of her holes serviced. Her body convulsed shaking the bed with a force. The clang of the handcuffs rang in the air as she came over and over. As quick as she was bought to her climax, she was left alone on the bed, no handcuffs but, still blindfolded and exhausted.

  The room was silent. Raven lay still five more minutes before removing the blindfold. She sat up on the bed, dazed but quietly desiring to experience the whole thing again. Left in a puddle of moistness, she pulled herself up to get dressed and saw the silver vibrator entangled in the sheets.

  “This boy thought of everything.” She smiled, turning on the vibrator, allowing it to massage the palm of her hand. “Who would think something this small would do such a big job?” Raven straightened up the bed and tucked the vibrator in her bag. Her and Bryce would laugh about this later. It was official: her man was a freak!

  Raven arrived in the kitchen with a big smile on her face, looking around for Bryce.

  Karl was slicing pieces of Italian bread to place in the oven. “How was your shower?” Karl asked never looking up from his work.

  “It was heavenly, the best shower I’ve had,” Raven answered, still on a high from bein
g fucked so well. Still no signs of Bryce. She knew he was a freak but, damn, a magician, too?

  “Do you know where Bryce is?” Raven peeked out on the deck, still no sign of Bryce.

  “He’s at the store, picking up an ingredient for my scallops. He should be back any minute.” Karl answered, smiling.

  “At the store?” Raven was confused.

  “Yeah the store, you know how long that takes. He’s been gone for over thirty minutes he should be back at anytime.” Karl licked his lips, handing Raven the place settings to put on the dining room table.

  Raven walked slowly towards the dining room. If Bryce was at the store, then that could only mean one thing. Raven almost dropped the place settings as she entered the dining room. Sitting in the middle of the table was a beautiful arrangement of fresh cut lavender.

  “Oh god, no, this can’t be real.” Raven felt a mix of emotions. She was confused, scared, and angry; but the one emotion that remained was the desire to fuck him again before Bryce returned from the store. Her guilt took over as she placed the plates on the table and quickly walked out to the front driveway, awaiting Bryce’s return.

  It was another fifteen minutes before Bryce returned to the house with his father’s missing ingredient. Raven greeted him by smacking a huge wet kiss on his lips. She pulled back slowly and stood there staring into his eyes.

  “Damn, baby, if I knew I was going to get that response I would leave you alone here more often. Bryce returned her affection by kissing her on the forehead.

  “No, I don’t think you want to do that.” Raven hugged Bryce around the waist as they entered the house.

  The three of them sat down to eat. Bryce and his father were heavy in conversation about business for the first time over the weekend. Bryce barely noticed Raven not participating in the conversation; he figured her to be tired from being out earlier.

  The night couldn’t have ended fast enough. This was their last evening in the Hamptons, and she was planning to leave what had happened right there. Raven stuck close to Bryce for the remainder of the evening while Karl eyed her as if she were a piece of candy. She tried not to entertain the thought but she wanted him as much as he wanted her.

  The next morning, Raven awoke early, anticipating her escape from the Hamptons. Not even Madison would believe the shit that took place this weekend, she thought.

  Bryce and Raven arrived back in New York at dusk, enough time for her to settle in for the work week. She couldn’t get what had happened off her mind. Was she going crazy or did Karl provide her with pleasure unmeasured by none?

  “Okay, snap the hell out of it, Raven.” She was engulfed in her thoughts; she couldn’t go another day without talking to Karl about what happened.

  The next day, she contacted Karl’s office and asked to see him. They agreed to meet at her place. Raven had to address what had happened. The last thing she wanted was for Bryce to get wind of her torrid fantasy or his father’s scheming ways.

  Dressed in a skirt and tank top, Raven sat nervously on her couch, shaking her leg and sipping wine. The music of Anthony Hamilton played softly in the background. All she could think about was saving her relationship and burying what had happened in the Hamptons. She had left work early, using the excuse of an upset stomach, so she would have time to get herself together to face Karl. The knock on her apartment door startled her; Karl wasn’t due for two more hours.

  “Good evening.” Raven looked away from Karl as if she would turn to stone if she looked him in the eyes. “You know why I asked you here, I’m sure.” She was curt. “I love your son, and I do want to be his wife one day.” Raven continued to babble on, shutting the door behind Karl.

  “Raven, there’s no doubt you love my son, but are you telling me you didn’t enjoy your time in the Hamptons?” Karl moved into her space lifting her chin to see her eyes. “It’s no secret you’ve been watching me. Baby girl, I’ve been watching you, too.” Karl moved his hand down her shoulder and began massaging her supple breast with his hands.

  “Please Mr. Towson don’t . . . ” Raven moved his hands.

  “Don’t what, Raven? We’re two adults here.” Karl moved in closer placing his chest against her.

  “What are you worried about, Bryce finding out? My son is working late tonight; I made sure of that.” Karl traced Raven’s nipple with his finger.

  Raven lost her breath as Karl kneaded her breast with one hand and began removing her skirt with the other. She didn’t want this to happen, but she felt like the fiend in the neighborhood chasing that pipe.

  Karl leaned over and kissed Raven lightly on her lips. His mustache felt just like his son’s.

  She was lost; there was nothing she could do as she opened her mouth to receive his tongue. Raven lifted her arms as Karl removed her shirt, and she removed her skirt and thong, standing in the middle of the living room, ready to receive a man who was damn near thirty years her junior.

  Karl looked over Raven’s body; it appeared even more beautiful than in the Hamptons. Her chocolate nipples were so erect as he leaned over and traced them with his tongue.

  “If I give you this, there will be no more, Karl. I want to be with your son.” Raven looked him dead in his eyes. There was no turning back.

  He didn’t hear a word she said as he inserted two fingers into her pussy and placed his tongue back in her mouth. They lay back on her sofa, lost in the moment.

  Raven unzipped his pants to release his erection. His dick was a nice size. Raven pushed him back to get a full view.

  Karl smiled as her eyes told the story. It was beyond what she had expected, and obviously it met her approval. Karl stood up, lowering his pants to the floor. He sat back on the sofa with Raven positioned over him.

  Raven thought she was going to explode as Karl lowered her on to his erection. Palming her firm brown ass, he brought her forward so he could continue servicing her nipples.

  “Oh Karl,” Raven cried out, as she worked her wet pussy up and down his shaft.. He stretched her young pussy, forcing it to take all of him. They continued to fuck in all positions on her couch as she demonstrated one of the many reasons why his son was so taken with her.

  “You are going to make me cum, young lady.” Karl was moaning.

  Raven now lay on her side as he took her from the back. Her legs were cocked open as he played with her clitoris. She teased her own nipples, about to explode as well.

  Holding on to dear life, not wanting to release, Karl placed her on the floor and continued entering her from behind. His dick was so thick, Raven felt every pulse as he entered and reentered her now-sore pussy. “I’m getting ready to cum, baby.” Karl slowed his pace pulling out of Raven.

  “Oh, don’t stop. Just a couple more strokes.” Raven begged like a crack whore for another hit.

  Karl plunged his dick deep inside, pounding her walls with force.

  She released, bucking wildly on her floor. Raven was wildeyed as she pushed Karl onto the sofa and took his dick into her mouth. Her jaws pulled with great force as she sucked him off and rubbed his sack to help with the release.

  “Oh shit, girl, you real good . . . ” Karl grabbed a hand full of her thick hair as he fucked her mouth. She deep-throated him with such strength, he couldn’t control his release. The force from his body shook him as Raven ate him entirely. He closed his eyes as his legs stiffened and released his nut into her mouth.

  Raven sucked him down as the overspill from the explosion dripped onto the sides of her mouth.

  It was over. Karl lay back on the sofa. Bringing his head forward he heard Raven giggling.

  “Did you enjoy it?” she asked.

  Karl opened his eyes, unable to speak. He sat staring past Raven.

  “What’s wrong, silly? Never had it that good, huh?” Raven spoke in her raspy voice.

  Karl sat still without moving,

  Raven turned to face the direction he was staring. Her world stopped as everything moved in slow motion. She stood to her
feet, raising her hands in the direction of the door. There stood Bryce and Ms. Towson.

  “Bryce, baby, please. I can explain.” Tears rolled down Raven’s face as a drop of cum from Karl’s release dripped from her chin, splashing onto her bare foot.

  “Did you enjoy it, dear?” Mrs. Towson asked. “Oh please, you don’t understand. I was doing this for Bryce and me.” Raven sobbed on the other end of the phone.

  “Bryce!” Mrs. Towson shouted. “Just think—he was prepared to ask you to marry him that night.” Mrs. Towson smugness was felt through the phone line.

  Raven sobbed loudly as the line went dead.

  Ms. Towson placed the phone back on the receiver and lay back on her velour chaise, sipping her afternoon martini.

  Fantasy

  (N). An imagined or conjured up sequence of events, one provoked by an unfulfilled psychological need.

  About the Authors

  Allison Hobbs

  A resident of Philadelphia, and a former singer during the era of the Philly Sound, Allison was a member of a female trio known as Brown Sugar (Allison Hobbs, Phyllis Nelson, and Karen Dempsey). The Philadelphia trio toured as background singers for Major Harris whose number one single, Love Won't Let Me Wait, allowed the group an opportunity to perform as the opening act for artists such as Marvin Gaye and Earth, Wind, & Fire. Allison is also the author of the bestselling titles Pandora's Box, The Echantress, Double Dippin', Dangerously In Love, Insatiable and the soon to be released A Bona Fide Gold Digger.

  Anna J.

  A writer from Philly who also walks the runway in her spare time as a full-figured model. Co-author of Stories To Excite You: Menage Quad, Anna put her writing skills to the test in this hot collaboration that was released during the fall of 2004. Her debut novel, an Essence magazine best selling novel, My Woman His Wife is high on the charts and a good read for those that enjoy a steamy love affair with a little bit of drama to boot. The continuation of the drama can be found in The Aftermath, Anna J's second novel under Q-Boro books where Monica is still off the chain, and drama is still a main factor. If your Anna J cravings still aren't satisfied you can also find other hot stories of hers in Fetish: A Compilation of Erotic Stories, Morning Noon and Night: Can't Get Enough and Fantasy: Erotic Short Stories in bookstores nationwide. Anna J. is finishing up edits on Get Money Chicks, her newest work of fiction that will be released in September of 2007.