by Nicety
I couldn’t deny that when her fingers grazed the outside of my panties, I felt a tingling that I hadn’t felt in a long while. My grip on her wrist was strong at first but the more she fought to scratch my pussy the more I wanted to let her. There was something about the aggressiveness she exuded; something about the way she was dominating the situation that drew me into her. Still I couldn’t help but continue to fight. It wasn’t right and I didn’t get down with females. Fucking next to them was one thing but fucking their pussies was something totally deplorable. I wasn’t gay, nor had I thought about females in that way ever.
“Tara, stop it now.”
“Make me.”
Her hands grabbed my wrists just as quickly as mine snatched away to grab hers. I could feel the tickle of her fingertips on my thighs making me weak. Her perfume, Juicy Couture, was intoxicating. I knew it well since it was the exact same kind that I wore. She looked deeply into my eyes with a side smile as her fingers finally made their way to my opening pulling my panties aside and digging in. Somehow she had weaseled her way into me and began fiddling my clit with her thumb. I felt helpless, weak at the knees even. My mind didn’t want to like it but my body wasn’t getting that memo.
She flickered my clit faster than any man's ever done before. I squealed silently, trying to make sure no one heard us. The most awkward and embarrassing ting that could ever happen is for someone to walk through that door and find me in the most compromising situation. It would be one that could not only destroy my career but possibly my life. How could I explain to my mother, the overbearing conceited person that she was, that I was caught with another woman’s hand up my skirt.
The more the tingling sensation ran through me, however, the more I escaped to an island of no return. Her fingers were deep in me, fucking the shit out of me while her thumb provided the most exquisite pleasure. There was an overwhelming feeling of tingles throughout my body. I became light-headed and all I could feel was an instant lightness of my body along with the amazing sensation in my clit. My legs shook like boulders rattling against the earth. My mouth was stuck open and my eyes squeezed together so tightly I thought they would pop. I clenched onto her arm and leaned my head on her shoulder for comfort, hoping she would know to release me even though I didn’t really want her to. Once I came, she slowed her movements but continued to slowly allow her fingers to play in the creamy goodness gushing out of me. I smiled bashfully feeling young and out of control again.
“How was that baby?” Tara whispered before gently running her soft moist tongue across my lips.
As my chest pumped up and down from my heavy panting, I slapped her sending her stumbling back a bit. “Bitch, I know about you and my husband.”
Chapter 7
Next Thursday Night
Every night since we’ve been together, I dressed in a satin and lace hot pink slip. As of late, I had been wearing long t-shirts and cotton panties. My skin smelled of honeydew and lemon. My hair was curled loosely and draped effortlessly over my shoulders. And, when he waltzed through the bedroom door at 11:12pm at night he didn’t even notice. He didn’t notice me sitting up on the bed with the light still on pretending to read one of the many urban novels I loved so much on my phone. Trent walked straight into the room without batting so much as an eyelash my way before ripping off his shirt and heading into the bathroom. Some nights, I didn’t know why I kept trying to please that man when he was so clearly stuck on his self.
Another text message chimed through prompting me to quickly turn my phone on silent. If the smile on my face were shining, it would be a damn lighthouse. I was beaming from ear to ear and it wasn’t because I was into a book. Tara and I had been texting each other everyday after work and all day on the weekends. I found it much safer than actually talking on the phone and trying to pretend that I wasn’t thinking about her fucking me again. I was ignoring all other texts and calls just to hear her talk dirty to me some more. It turned me on so heavy. I hadn’t spoken to my girls in days. Everyday since last week, I arrived extremely early for work and she arrived just in time to get me off right before everyone else made it there.
Tara: Are you going to fuck him tonight?
Me: I don’t think I have much of a choice in the matter.
Tara: Yes you do. Just tell him no.
Me: He’s my husband. I never tell him no.
Tara: Maybe if you started telling him no, he would respect you more. Treat you like you wanna be treated.
Me: Yeah right. Sounds good. But he’ll just continue getting it from you. Didn’t he just come from your house?
Tara: Yeah, but I didn’t sleep with him. He just gave me head and money.
Me: Ugh. I swear I hate you.
Tara: You wish you hated me but I fuck you too good.
Me: That shit is gonna stop too. I can’t keep doing this and you can’t keep sleeping with my husband. He’s mine bitch. You can’t have him.
Tara: I don’t want him. At first I did but he’s gotten boring. I mostly use him for the money these days. But that pussy has me fiending everyday. I can’t stop thinking about how wet you get in my mouth.
I giggled like a schoolgirl. She spoke so vividly about our sexual escapades like she was casually talking about the weather or something. I couldn’t believe she was so open and assertive about her sexuality. My hand grazed my tits sending a brief chilling sensation down to my clit. I felt it become moist as I bit my bottom lip and thought about yesterday when Tara had me bent over on all fours on top of my desk eating me from behind. I thought I would explode yesterday when I climaxed and she kept licking never skipping a beat.
Me: Don’t talk to me that way. Today was the last day. I’m not fucking with you anymore.
Tara: What would you do if I conveniently told him about us?
Me: Huh? Are you threatening me?
Tara: No threat. You’re just not going to throw me away like I don’t mean shit to you.
Me: You’re tripping. It was fun but it’s over.
Tara: Whatever bitch. It ain’t over until I’m done eating you and I ain’t done yet. I’ll be done when I say I’m done.
Every time she said that my heart fluttered and my pussy throbbed. I couldn’t help what I was feeling for her. It wasn’t so much emotional as it was physical. No sooner had the thought entered my mind that I wondered if I could really truly leave her alone. She was mind-blowing sex and that’s all she could ever be. I wanted my husband more than ever when I thought about her. My marriage was the most important thing to me but still; I wasn’t ready to back out of Tara’s mouth just yet. I only told her I wanted it to be over so she wouldn’t get comfortable with having me to herself. I could never be hers and she needed to understand that. She had been eating me all of this time and not once asked me to return the favor and that was something that I could never do. Our affair needed to stop before it got to that level but until then, I would gladly wait it out.
Me: What exactly do you want from me? Are you thinking you will turn me into a lesbian or something? Cause if so, you’ve got the wrong one.
Tara: Why are you trying to define what we have? We are just two people fucking and having a great time doing it. What’s wrong with that?
Me: You’re fucking me. I’ve never fucked you and I don’t think I ever will. I can’t see myself doing it.
Tara: I don’t give a shit if you never lick my pussy. I’ve got your husband for that.
Me: Do you think it’s okay to say some shit like that to me? I don’t like that shit.
Tara: Okay, okay. Don’t get your panties in a bunch. But if we’re going to be together, you should get used to the fact of sharing and being shared. I have.
“Damn, you sure are engaged in that phone aren’t you? Who’s got your nose so open?” Trent emerged from the bathroom like he had been standing there the entire time watching my giggles and snide looks.
“Um, huh? What the hell are you talking about?” Playing coy was my middle name.
“You’re buried knee deep in that phone. So who’s got your attention so tough?” The water glistened on his body beautifully as he wrapped his lower half in the large royal blue bath towel.
“Oh no, Sam was just telling me some new position that her and Blake had just finished trying. Does he talk to you about their sex life?” I lied.
“No, well nothing outside the usual shit. But that can’t be the reason why you’re cheesing so hard.”
“Wait, why are you jocking my phone when I don’t do that to you? I’m not the cheater here in this equation.” I hurried to put the lock on my phone before he tried to sneak and look at it when I wasn’t looking.
“You’re just way too guarded about the shit. It don’t seem right, Kel. You trying to play me or something?”
“Ugh, shut the fuck up. If anything, you’ve played yourself. Jerk off.”
“What did you just say to me?” Trent paused in his tracks.
My armpits had gotten that itchy nervousness like it was about to perspire. I hated that feeling but it only came about when I was scared I had fucked up. This was one of those moments. One of his eyebrows was raised above the other as he scowled at me. I wasn’t sure if I should speak or wait until he did but either way it scared the shit out me. My stomach felt like it was churning butter. I broke my concentration from him, grabbing the blanket and turning over as I placed my phone on the nightstand.
“Who the fuck was you talking to, Kelly?” Trent leaped over the bed reaching for the nightstand trying to snatch my phone.
“Ah, get the fuck off of me. Are you crazy or something? Have you lost your damn mind?”
“Who was it? Why are you hiding the shit from me?”
“I’m not hiding shit from you. You’re losing it. Don’t try to feel insecure now that your secrets out,” I screamed, struggling to push him up of me. “Stop it.”
“Let me see your phone then. Open it up and let me see what the conversation was about,” he breathed, pausing his wild movements.
“No, I’m not about to bow down to you when you won’t even respect me enough not to sleep with other bitches. You can’t have it your way everyday.”
“Let me see the fucking phone, Kelly.”
“Here, take it.”
“Unlock it, now.”
“No!” I crossed my arms and leaned back against the headboard pouting at his demand.
Trent’s eyes filled with rage. He took my phone in his left hand hurling my phone into the adjacent wall. I watched as it shattered into a few pieces, noticing that it lit up. It was still on. If he thought he was hurting my feelings by doing that little damage, he was sadly mistake. But I didn’t let him know that though. I tucked my pouting lip in and stared at him wondering what he would do next. Something told me that I would end up like my phone, that he would begin pounding on me until my heart bled enough to tell him the truth.
His hands reached out. My heart stopped for a second and my face twitched anticipating the beating ahead. I held my hands up trying to block the full heat of the blow once he brought his hands down to meet with my cheeks. Instead, I felt my legs being pulled down and spread on opposite sides of him. He was going to rape me I could feel it. But you can’t rape the willing I guess, even though I knew he would make it a less than pleasurable experience for me.
“Is this what you want?” He muttered before kneeling his head to my waist pulling my panties from my thick waist.
Huh? I was confused as hell as he leaned in planting his full succulent lips on my pussy, sucking the sweet nectar like it tasted like candy. I couldn’t even think straight when he slipped his finger inside of me used his lips to engulf my inner labia, driving me insane. My head dropped back falling carelessly on the pillow as my arms spread out in a relaxed pose. It had been a long time since Trent touched me so lovingly, so tenderly. I put my hands on his head as he moaned over my pussy making me wetter the more I listened to him. His moaning was like the humming of a vibrator ready to get me off. To my surprise, he moved very slowly and gently. It was as if we were newly weds again.
I could feel myself about to cum. It was nearly there. My body heated the room as sweat dripped form my forehead. I convulsed in a torrent, stiffing my legs and arching my back, clenching the sheets in the process. It was as if he were exercising a demon from my body as he dug deeper inside of me. I could see him remove his bath towel with his other hand readying his nice long hard dick to enter me. I was more than ready for him too. Trent reached one of his hands up to my breasts squeezing one nipple between his index finger and thumb, sending my boiling point over.
His phone buzzed from his jeans pocket on the bathroom floor. It was so loud that it was enough to make him stop in his tracks from what he was doing. He his eyes were on the bathroom and my eyes were on him, regaining my composure. It was over. I hadn’t even came yet and I could tell that whatever was going on with his phone was way more important than what we were trying to do. I plopped my head back down on the bed preparing myself for the let down as he looked over at my phone still lit up from the impact. I didn’t even bother getting up to clean myself, fearing it might had been a cold day in hell before I got this treatment again. It was nice to know that his jealousy prompted him to focus back in on me, though. And, with that thought I came up with the perfect idea. It was so perfect that I smiled to myself without even worrying about him seeing it or not. Seemingly out of breath, he rose from the bed wiping the wetness from his chin.
“I can’t do this shit, not when I know for fact that your ass is still cheating on me.” He snatched his towel up from the floor and headed in the bathroom shutting the door behind him.
“Ugh, as usual with your excuses. You can fuck me when you’re ready to fuck me but making love you can’t do. Worthless.”
“Fuck you, Kel.”
Chapte
r 8
Friday
“So, Eva, what’s changed since we last spoke?” I asked doodling on my notepad.
“Shit, same ol’ thing. Getting into the porn industry is a little harder than I thought. I don’t even know where to start,” Eva sighed, pushing her long curly hair behind her back with one hand. “I think I might start off trying to be a stripper or something.”
“Well, can you dance?”
“Not really. I mean, I think so.” It was the first time she looked embarrassed about something she said.
“Well, it’s just us women here. Why don’t you show me?”
“Uh, um, I don’t know. I’m nervous.”
“Look Eva, if you’re serious about doing this then you have to be willing to get up and do it at the drop of a hat. At least doing it with me, you’re doing it with someone you know. It’s better than your first time being with a stranger.” I unwittingly licked my lips.
“I don’t know. Is someone going to come in here?” She stood slowly tugging at her mini skirt and tank top.
“No one’s going to come in here. It’s just you and I. Besides it would help me to give you a good assessment. You know, let you know if you’re in way over your head on this one,” I smirked.
Eva removed her jean jacket and tossed it on the couch. She turned around with her back facing me, showing me that nice plumped ass as she bent over rubbing her plumped cheeks. She arched her back as she came back up shaking her ass like she was in one of Jerry Springer’s Booty Shake Offs. She faced me licking her tongue out at me like she noticed the lustful eye I was giving her. Her tits bounced up and down taunting me to suck the shit out of her erect nipples. Immediately I placed my chin in my hand to maintain a calm poise. I crossed m legs, confused that I was thinking about her in a sexual manner. I hadn’t thought about any female that way, not even with the orgy when all of my best friends were naked in front of me. It wasn’t until Tara, that I began looking at women and appreciating their bodies for the sexy beasts that they were.
“So what do you think?” Eva questioned, bringing her hands down from squeezing her breasts.
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bsp; “What? Huh? Oh yeah, um, it was good. It was good. I think you’ll do great out there on the floor shaking your ass for that cash. It will definitely be a great stepping stop for your porno career.” I assured her.
“Thanks,” she giggled as she plopped back down on the couch crossing her buttery pecan shaded legs.
I moved over to the couch next to her. I needed to get a good whiff of her scent. If she smelled good, I had something really special planned for her. I licked my bottom lip as I placed my notepad on the coffee table. I crossed my legs leaving my inner right thigh very visible just in case she needed a sneak peek for herself. I wasn’t thinking about tasting her but if she wanted to taste me I wouldn’t object to it. My arm rested on the back of the couch as I leaned in smelling the fresh fragrance of some ocean type of scent. It wasn’t the sweet smell I was looking for but it would do, as long as it indicated that she was clean.
“Hmm. Eva, that’s such a pretty name. Eva, what would you say if I told you that you could make a quick and easy $2000 tonight?”
“What? Doing what?”
“Well, I’m having a party tonight and if you do good at this party when you wake up in the morning, there’ll be an envelope waiting by the door for you with $2000 in it,” I smiled hoping she caught my drift without me having to explain it fully.
I was about to close the deal with Eva. I saw it in her eyes that she was ready to make that fast cash. I took her hand in mind assuring her that nothing would happen that she didn’t want to happen. The office door flew open and in walked Tara. I was little pissed that she had entered without knocking first since she knew I was with a client. I gave her an eye so as not to make a scene but to send the message that she was being beyond rude.
"Um, Mrs. Jamison your husband called and said to call him back when you get a free moment." Tara fiddled through some folders she was clutching tightly to her breasts.
"Thank you, Tara. That'll be all," I answered, hoping that would shoo her away.
