“Take your clothes off. I want to see you naked … ”
She quickly began removing her clothes. “As you wish
Jameer, my Nubian king.”
“Slower! I want you to tease me.”
Her blouse and skirt were already on the floor, leaving her in a bra and panties. She unsnapped the back and slid one shoulder from the strap. She winked at him before slipping out the other shoulder. Holding the loose bra to her chest, she slowly turned in a circle.
“Drop the bra!” Debra did as he said. “Come here.”
She walked to him. “Get on your knees.”
“Yes, Jameer, my Nubian ki—” “Shut up! Did I tell you to speak?” She nodded her head.
He looked at her while she kneeled before him. He pulled her forward by her hair.
“Ouchhhh … ouch … ” “I said shut up!”
“Yes, Jameer, my Nu—”
“Shut up!” He lifted his fist. Debra closed her eyes, anticipating the worst. Jameer laughed. “Open your eyes; I’m not going to hit you.” As soon as she opened her eyes, he faked like he was going to slap her. “Got’cha.” He laughed again. “You like being on your knees, don’t you?”
She was unsure about what to do. Should she speak even though he had told her to shut up? If she didn’t obey him, he might strike her for real. She could ignore him, but that would be the worse of all the options. There was no telling what he would do then. “Do you like being on your knees?” he repeated.
“Yes, Jameer, my Nubian king.” She quickly bowed her head, not knowing what to expect.
Jameer opened his legs, grabbed his crotch. “Good, because I got something for you to do … ”
She knew he was speaking of oral sex. All men loved it. She loved giving it. She rubbed her hands up his thighs and then reached for his zipper.
“What are you doing? That’s not what I want.” He kicked off his sneakers. “I want you to lick my feet. Lick them until I’m satisfied … ”
Debra froze. In all her sexual encounters, she had never licked a man’s feet. She was always on the receiving end— plenty men licked and sucked her feet but she was never a giver. And he had been walking around in those shoes all day! His feet were undoubtedly sweaty, musty, and just nasty. Oh well. Her job was to please him. With that thought, she lifted his left leg, rolled off his sock, and raised his foot to her mouth. He actually had pretty feet for a guy. Starting from the ball of his heel, she licked toward his pinky toe, and then worked across the others, sucking, and licking like he’d commanded.
“Suck them good, too! Don’t stop until I say so!” His hand was inside of his pants while he watched her. It wasn’t as bad as she thought. His reaction made her want to do it more. Ironically, being submissive made her feel powerful. She controlled his pleasure, his responses, and all his involuntary facial expressions and sounds. “Oh, baby … oh … girl … ” he moaned. He sounded like a baby.
Debra smiled devilishly.
“What’s so funny?” Jameer asked. The sharpness of his voice snapped her out of her fantasy world.
“Nothing, Jameer, my Nu—nothing.” She took a sip of Pepsi because it was something else to focus on—not because she was thirsty.
“So you’re serious. We’re done?” Jameer asked. “No more meetings?”
“Correct.”
“Can you do me one favor?” “What is it, Jameer?”
“For once will you look me in the eyes when you talk?” “Um…sure…okay.” She felt tiny beads of sweat forming on
her forehead. She looked him directly in the eyes, but no words left her mouth. All of her previous fantasies came to the front of her mind. “I …” she sighed. “I … I have a lunch meeting to attend.” She didn’t wait for him to leave before getting her things.
He caught her arm as she walked by. “You’re cute when you’re nervous.”
“Who said I was nervous? And let go of my arm!”
He pulled her hand to his nose. “You smell so good. I love a woman that smells good …” He moved her hand across his torso. Debra wondered if his penis was as hard as his chest. She almost drifted into another fantasy with him standing right there, but she caught herself.
“Jameer, this is—” “Shhhhh … ”
She felt the bulge through his jeans when he pulled her closer. The mystery was solved; his penis was definitely just as hard as his chest. Her hormones leaped inside as if lit by fire. Her mind raced. What if someone walks in?
“You sure you want to stop meeting?” He spoke firm and seductively, purposely breathing in her face. His breath smelled like the cinnamon gum he was chewing.
“Th … This is wrong. This shouldn’t be hap … ”
He kissed her. Three months of suppressed desires were unleashed. Fantasies created in her mind were becoming a reality. No more wondering if Jameer Lovett was the real thing. He was. When his lips touched hers, she knew. They felt as though they were specially designed, molded and crafted for hers; their touch, feel—everything seemed perfect. He tasted like a rare delicacy that only she could eat. What am I doing?— oh, forget it, she thought, ending her resistance.
Gripping the side of his head, she whispered in his ear. “You a sexy nigga; you know that?” It felt good finally letting it out. No more secrets. No more hiding her feelings.
Jameer’s eyes widened. He never heard her talk that way. It sounded strange and unbelievably sexy at the same time. From the waist down, it electrified his body. Bolts of excitement and disbelief shot from his toes to his thighs. He was actually about to hit it. In only a week of knowing her, he was about to bang Ms. Clark’s brains out. Wait until his homeboys heard about that—true playa status for life. “I knew you wanted me!”
“Unh huh … ” She shoved half of her arm down his pants before she reached the tip of his manhood. She squeezed it and smiled. It was big just like in her fantasies. Leaning into him; she licked inside his ears and down his neck, and collarbone. He responded by dropping his jeans and boxers and reaching underneath her skirt for her panties.
“Wait!” She fumbled through her purse, pulled out a condom she’d had for over three months. Jameer grinned. There was no turning back. They kissed sloppily as she backed him up against the leather swivel chair. He sat down looking up at her while she stood in front of him. His pants and boxers were crumpled at his ankles. Her panties were somewhere; she had just slung them across the room.
Quickly hiking up her skirt, she eased in his lap with her back facing him. He was glad her wardrobe consisted of mostly skirt because it made things easier. Immediately he began exploring between her legs with his fingers. She was so wet, her juices dripped down his knuckles. He looked at his hand in awe because he had never seen anything like it. He continued enticing her with his fingers until she was unable to withstand it any longer.
“I want it in me!” She said through clenched teeth, reaching for him, barely allowing time to put on the condom. “I want it right now!” She lifted her moist rump above his lap before making a smooth landing. “Eeeuaaaaah,” she moaned, loving the heat she had been missing for months.
He held her by the waist while she rose up and snapped down on him. She was so wet, so warm, and it felt so, so good, he knew he wouldn’t last long. Her nipples pressed against her blouse and pointed straight toward the wall. He caressed them from behind. As she rocked in his pelvis, Jameer leaned her forward; he made sure she took all of him. She felt the heat in her stomach and chest. What the? Was it in her throat too? She inhaled through her mouth because her nose couldn’t take in air quick enough. To make sure her mouth didn’t dry out, she rolled her tongue between cheeks to keep saliva circulating.
Being on him was like riding a roller coaster at Islands of Adventure. She decided if she were to get caught, she should at least get ultimate enjoyment. Now she wanted to face him, see the pleasure she gave. She quickly got up, turned around, hiked her skirt again, and returned to her perch.
He gripped her butt ha
rd, locking her in place in his lap. She loved it. He loved it. The sloshing sound of latex and wet flesh excited both of them. With his left leg, he spun the chair around in a circle. She concentrated on keeping rhythm and balance while the office swirled.
Around. Around.
“I’ll-make-your-head-spin, baaaaby,” he said, pulling her hair. When the chair stopped, he spun it around again.
Despite lightheadedness and an unbalanced equilibrium, Debra kept grinding closer toward the moment of complete ecstasy. “Ohh … mmm, sp-spin it … unggghhh, spin it, niggaaa … ” She gripped his neck with her fingernails while her body jerked. Being dizzy, horny, and sweaty was an orgasm-inducing sensation. Her muscles loosened and relaxed as the juices flowed. She felt him throbbing within her. It wouldn’t be long before he got his too. He spun the chair around again while she grinded harder than ever. That was it.
“Owwwhooah …” He exploded with such force, his lower muscles hurt. His shoulders buckled as if sneezing. His eyes rolled to the right as the swivel chair came to a complete stop.
Reality hit Debra as soon as he went limp. As if in a hypnotic trance, she got up, fixed her skirt, and found her panties sitting on the electric pencil sharpener. Jameer was slumped in the chair with his eyes barely open. He finally caught his breath enough to toss the condom and pull his pants up over his sweaty legs.
“Whew!” He watched Debra fix her clothes until she was presentable. If she weren’t there, he would have patted himself on the back for a job well done—even though she had done most of the work. His homeboys would definitely hear about the chair, and how he spun her around, made her climax while she was dizzy. And how soaking wet she was. He wished he had a camera phone. They probably wouldn’t believe him otherwise.
Debra’s arms hung by her sides like lead rods. She looked depressed. Why did she have to be such a Scorpio? She’d broken her no-casual-sex rule for a ten-minute quickie in her office? Was she that weak? It wasn’t even great—okay, but not great. What would happen now? The whole thing with Jameer was a huge mistake. She couldn’t imagine what repercussions lay ahead. “You need to get out of here. I have a meeting at
12:30,” she said.
He buckled his belt. “Yeah … ”
“Before you go. Can we talk for a minute?”
Jameer sighed. He knew every time a woman wanted to “talk”, it usually wasn’t good. He figured something was wrong but didn’t care to find out what. He was still shocked that she’d even gotten involved with him. Now his ego was bigger than ever. If this never happened again, it didn’t matter; he already got his.
“Okay, let’s talk.”
She sat down behind her desk. “Well … this was wrong from the beginning. None of it should’ve happened. I can’t express how ashamed I am.”
“Why?”
“… Because as your high school guidance counselor, it’s my job to make sure you get promoted to the twelfth grade-not to have sex with you, Jameer.”
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Table of Contents
Fantasy Volume III
Copyright © 2006 by Urban Lifestyle Press
Contents
Coming After School
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
Headhunter
Lady Scorpio
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