If Only For One Night

by Brenda Hampton

  “Where in the hell did you learn this?” he panted.

  “It's called ‘Walking the Dog’ and I thought it would be so fitting for you.”

  He chuckled and playfully barked "whoof, whoof" while slapping my ass and plunging into me. “I like that and just when I thought you couldn’t teach an old dog new tricks,” he said.

  I stopped the motion and turned to look back at Jaylin. “You're not the only one with skills. And let’s just say that we can learn a lot from each other.”

  We continued on, and when we climaxed together, we took another moment to catch our breaths. Jaylin sat beside me with our backs against the wall. He reached over and clinched my hand with his.

  “So, why do you think I fucked my way into landing that deal? Do you really think I just point my dick and squirt my love potion on women to get their business?” he asked matter-of-factly. “I guess the question is would that approach work on you?”

  “Never,” I shook my head emphatically. “Unless I wanted it to.”

  Jaylin grabbed his manhood, slowly stroking it up and down. He got on his knees in front of me, and then glided the tip of his head along my lips. I couldn't help myself. I licked the pre-cum from the tip and sucked him into the back of my throat. He gave my mouth the special treatment, and when his body tightened, his cum erupted like an oozing volcano. I moaned out loudly with him, refusing to let one drop hit the floor.

  Jaylin reached for my hand. “Follow me,” he ordered. We made our way to the stateroom where we continued going at it like two dogs in heat in the oversized canoe-shaped bed. In the sixty-nine position, he licked my sweet nectar...I sucked his dick-cum as we quenched our sexpetite. Once again, our sweaty bodies collapsed and we slept in each others’ arms as “Bad Boy” by Luther Vandross played in the background.

  The next morning, as Jaylin and I washed each other, he pressed my body against the glass shower and whispered in my ear. “I’m pleased that we had an opportunity to have that conversation you came over here to have. What exactly did you learn?”

  “I learned,” I said, pressing my naked wetness into him. “Hmmm, let’s see. I learned that you can handle business in the bedroom as well as the boardroom.”

  “And?” he said with his eyes closed, pecking down my neck to my nipples.

  "Oh, ooo, right there. Keep your tongue right there, and I, uh, also learned that there's a thin line between love and hate.”

  “And?” he fired back, sinking his fingers into my wetness.

  I sucked in a heap of air. “Um, mmmm, yes. If . . . if you fucked my client like you fucked me, you deserve that million dollars.”

  “Two million,” he whispered, grazing my kitty with his thumb.

  I cocked my head back in awe. "Where did two million come from?”

  “One million for the deal and your sweet pussy damn sure made me feel like a million!”

  I rolled my eyes, upset because he always knew how to say the right things. “Damn you, Jaylin,” I whispered breathlessly. “I could really fall in love with you.”

  He stopped his motion, taking a second to look in my eyes. “And you know how I feel, too.”

  He plunged into my waiting inferno, and like all of the other names that were given to him by women, my Dick Master had earned a new award winning reputation. Yes, there was a very thin line between love and hate, but where Jaylin was concerned it was now nothing but love!

  The End

  Book Club Meeting

  “Go ahead and walk that dog,” someone bellowed. “I’m truly hot and bothered by these stories, but Jaylin Rogers is a D-O-double G! Veronique, you should have stood your ground, instead of melting in his hands like putty. Is there anybody willing to show this man that he can not have any woman that he wants? I wish it were me and I know for a fact I would tell him m-fucking no! No you can’t have me, not ever!”

  As expected a few women agreed and we talked about why some women were so willing to satisfy Jaylin’s needs, as well as their own needs, than others.

  “I don’t care what anyone says,” Veronique added. “When you get up close and personal with Jaylin, the game changes. It’s not necessarily a ‘dick thing’ and the man knows how to get into your head. He’s smooth, he knows exactly what to say and he makes you feel as if it’s all about you and him. He can turn a day of misery into a day of joy. He’s very respectful and that is why so many women give in to him. Aside from the sex, you can learn a lot about men, just listening to him. His advice is decent, and ever since we got together, I conduct my business in a different way. I always keep my eyes on the prize, and go for the kill right at the end. I definitely get it now, but I really didn’t get it before. I do know where some of you women are coming from, but you have to stop viewing everything about him from a straight and narrow point of view.”

  Many of the other ladies who had already told their stories agreed. They had gotten more than a sexual escapade, too, and all that Jaylin had given was priceless.

  “Have you walked any dogs lately, Veronique, or should I say have you had any dogs walk you?”

  Veronique laughed out loudly, admitting that her days of walking dogs were over. According to her, she was focused on her new business adventures and so was Mrs. Krisha Robinson.

  “I had a business relationship with Jaylin Rogers,” Krisha said, already sitting near the front. “Let’s just say that things got a bit sticky between us, but we managed to work it out.”

  I was almost ready for intermission and this thing with Jaylin was starting to worry me more. I was getting tired of defending his actions, and after what Krisha revealed, I was left shaking my head.

  Sticky Situation

  Krisha Robinson

  I spotted him from a distance, eating lunch at The Capital Grille. After the Rib-eye steak sandwich with cheese, he looked stuffed and wiggled his silk tie away from his neck. I watched his sexy lips press against the glass as he drank from it, then he flagged down a waitress. She approached, dropping the receipt stamped PAID on the table. I could see him mouth the words that he hadn’t paid for his dinner yet, but the waitress turned in my direction. “It was paid for by the woman at the bar. The one with the purple on,” she said, walking away.

  I saw him peek around the waitress to take a look, but all I did was smile. He nodded, then dropped a measly quarter on the table. I sure as heck knew why because the waitress had a very snobby attitude and didn’t deserve one penny. I guess he was willing to give her way more than her services were worth.

  I tilted my glass to my lips to drink, while crossing my long legs. My ass hugged the barstool like it was a best friend, and the lavender skirt I wore stopped mid thigh high. I was a petite woman, but my assets were all in the right place, especially my cleavage that busted through my fitted jacket. By the smell of masculine cologne, I knew he was getting near, so I quickly turned my head and smiled. I wondered if he’d known what I was thinking all throughout lunch, but then again, as wide as his smile was . . . what had he been thinking?

  He took a seat next to me at the bar, and moved his jacket back as he slipped his hand into his pocket. I’d already seen the wedding ring, so I hoped like hell he wasn’t trying to disclose it. Without opening his mouth yet, he glanced into my piercing brown eyes and I looked into his gray ones. My throat was a little dry, so I cleared it, and then used my hand to swing back my shoulder length brown hair with blonde streaks. I pushed the empty glass away from in front of me and proceeded to kick up a conversation.

  “Did you enjoy lunch?” I asked, with my eyes searching all over him. Sexy, sexy, sexy was all I could think to myself.

  “Yes, I did, but you didn’t have to take care of it for me. Thanks, though, and I would somehow or someway love to repay you.”

  I surely knew how he could repay me, but when he removed his hand from his pocket, the diamond wedding ring flashed at me.

  “You’re welcome, but let me think about how I want you to repay me, okay?”

  A slow
nod followed. “So, uh, do you always come here and buy strangers food?”

  “No, not always, but since you were sooo sexy, I had to show you how much I appreciate a man with good looks and pay for your meal. Is there something wrong with that?”

  “Nothing is wrong with it, but usually when someone is that nice to me, they want something in return. Tell me what that may be?”

  I looked down at the floor then my eyes shifted to him and said it all. I hoped my thoughts were transmitting for me, just so I didn’t have to be blunt about what I really wanted him to do for me. I placed my hand on top of his then flipped it over. Using the tip of my finger, I made small circles in his palm. “Let’s see,” I said, wetting my lips. “What is it that I want from you? For starters, what’s your name?”

  “Jaylin. Jaylin Rogers,” he said, looking at what I was circling into his palm. Seconds later, he lifted his head and called for the bartender.

  “Jaylin, I’m Krisha Robinson. Nice to meet you.”

  “Same here.” The bartender came over and Jaylin ordered Remy, no ice and also a Long Island Iced Tea for me.

  His eyes teased me by trailing down my shapely legs. “So, sexy lady, you only addressed part of my question. I know the only thing that you wanted from me wasn’t just a name.”

  “No, but it’s a start. We have to start somewhere, don’t we?”

  “Absolutely, but we start by you answering my questions, then I’ll be willing to answer yours.”

  The bartender placed the Long Island Tea in front of me and I removed the cherry from it. The tip of my tongue rolled around it, and then I quickly sucked it into my mouth, feeling a burst of juices explode. I swear I saw Jaylin’s dick jump, and he was definitely tuned in.

  “Stop teasing me,” he whispered. “I love to be played with, but only in a good way.”

  “I wasn’t teasing you. Besides, since you’re married, and I’m married, too, I think its best that we just sit here and talk.” I wiggled my fingers in his face, just in case he didn’t notice my wedding ring.

  He grabbed my hand and lightly squeezed my fingers, covering my ring. “That’s not a problem for me, and I have a feeling that you don’t care much about my status either. Talking can lead to other things, you know, so let’s…talk.”

  I pulled my hand away and took another swallow from my Long Island Tea. Jaylin’s Remy had been put in front of him, and he guzzled it down quickly.

  “I have a place not too far from here,” I blurted out. “We can go there.”

  “I have a 3:00 pm. meeting. Will we be done by then?”

  “That depends on you.”

  I dropped a fifty dollar bill on the bar, insisting that I pay for our drinks. Instead, Jaylin gave the bartender his black card, and after Jaylin paid, we were well on our way.

  Walking to our cars, I walked ahead of Jaylin and I could feel his eyes watching me. I couldn’t blame him, though, cause my strut was capable of turning plenty of heads. He had some head turning going on, too, and he was dressed in a tailored, probably, Adrian Jules suit, gray-like that matched his eyes. The expensive looking leather shoes he wore gave him the smell of mega money, and his “rich man’s” aura increased when he stepped up to a black Mercedes.

  “Follow me,” I said, walking up to my white Corvette ZR1. I let the top down, and put my hair into a ponytail before I sped off.

  Twenty minutes later, we pulled up at the Yacht Club at Brickell Apartments. I released my hair from the ponytail, and got out of the car. Jaylin parked right beside me, so I walked over and opened his car door.

  “This way, Jaylin,” I directed. He was only a few steps behind me, talking business over the phone. When we reached the door, I couldn’t help but ask what he did for a living.

  He removed his sunglasses, checking out the surrounding that I assumed impressed him. “I’m retired,” he confessed. “But it doesn’t mean that I’ve stopped making money.”

  “That must be nice. I wish my husband would retire,” I said, opening the door.

  My place was decorated in black and white, with splashes of red here and there. It was more modern than anything and black carpet covered the floors. A small forest of plants was growing in one corner, and a huge book case lined with African American literature was against the white walls. A 46 inch flat screen T.V. was mounted on the wall and I had over 200 DVD’s neatly stacked on an entertainment center.

  “Make yourself comfortable on the couch,” I said to Jaylin. “Can I get you something else to drink?”

  He removed his jacket and took a seat on the couch. “No thanks. I’ve had enough to drink already.”

  I sat next to him on the couch. “Me too. Besides, we didn’t come here to do anymore drinking, did we?”

  Jaylin eased his arms around me, slowly moving his hand up and down my back. The feel of his touch aroused me and I felt my breasts, of all things, get tight.

  “Do you mind if we take this to the bedroom?” I asked.

  Jaylin stood and moved aside so I could lead the way.

  My bedroom was the best part of the place. It was still flowing with black, white and red colors. The linen on my king bed was black, and there were white and red pillows on top. An even bigger TV was mounted on the wall, and a small coffee table with crystal elephants sat in front of two leather chairs. Silk and lacy curtains draped from the windows that displayed an awesome view of the blue ocean. Jaylin walked over to the window, and stood for a moment, gazing outside. He looked to be in deep thought, so I stepped in front of him to get his attention. “How about a nickel for your thoughts?” I asked.

  “I thought it was a penny?”

  “Pennies sound too cheap and I would pay any amount of money to get into your head.”

  “You can get into my head for free, especially if you choose the correct one.”

  “I will. And with those words, it wouldn’t surprise me if you could get in the draws of a nun. Your eyes come with benefits, too. They’re almost mesmerizing.”

  Jaylin smirked. “We should start our talk, or I’ll be late for my three o’clock meeting.”

  I took his hand, moving him over to a chair to take a seat. I sat on his lap and put my arms around his broad shoulders. “What do you want to talk about?” I asked.

  “About how you’re going to let me have my way with you? When I’m done, you can have your way with me.”

  “You bet I will,” I said, standing up in front of him. I didn’t have on any panties, and after I hiked up my skirt a bit, I gave Jaylin a glimpse of what he was about to get into. Leaning forward, I pecked down his neck, and rapidly ran my fingers through his curly hair. I stared into those mesmerizing eyes, and started to unbutton his shirt. Exposing his chest, I planted juicy kisses that went down to his belly button.

  “Stand for me, please,” I asked. He stood up, and I squatted to unbutton his slacks. Along with his boxers, I pulled them down to his ankles. His long ass heavy dick nearly slapped me in the face, but that was perfectly fine with me.

  “I had a feeling that I would like what I’d see. Not only are you fine as hell, but you’re working with something very extraordinary.”

  He blushed and touched the tip of his head, massaging it. “You’re fine, too, but I’m anxious to see more of what that pussy can do for me.”

  I nudged my head towards the bed. “Then go sit on the bed and I’ll show you.”

  Jaylin made his way over to the bed, watching me as I unzipped my skirt. I let it fall to the floor then unbuttoned my blouse, leaving it in a pile next to my feet. I stood before Jaylin with nothing but my bra and shoes on.

  “That’s nice,” he said while stroking himself. “But, uh, can you come help me with this?”

  I stepped out of my shoes and made my way over to the bed. My body slithered against Jaylin’s and I rested between his legs. His hands roamed on my ass, and I could tell he liked the soft feel of it. In knowing so, I turned around, just so he could get a closer look. I had a scorpion tattooed abo
ve my crack with the numbers 11-06 under it. He tapped his dick against my ass and the hardness of it made me eager.

  “I’m about to make that scorpion dance,” he assured.

  “I hope so.”

  I unhooked my bra then turned back around to face him. He held my breasts, and then rubbed his hands along the sides of my hourglass figure. The only fat I had on me was on my ass. My abs were solid like his, only feminine. I leaned forward, planting more trails of kisses down his chest and stomach. My hands massaged his shaft and when I looked down at it, I started to inspect it. It was definitely to my likings and before tackling it, I took a deep breath, gearing myself to go all in. I sucked in about nine inches then tightened my throat. My velvety tongue ran along his shaft then made way to the tip. I purposely sucked him lightly, and then the suction of my mouth got stronger and harder. A pleasing moan escaped from Jaylin’s mouth and he watched my every move.

  “Damn, the way you going at it, it must taste like chicken,” he chuckled.

  I laughed, pausing for a few seconds. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard that one before, but whatever it is, it damn sure tastes good.”

  I smiled and immediately got back to the business at hand. While my mouth and tongue worked his head, my hand stroked his pole. My other hand was stroking my kitty, right along with Jaylin’s hand. I could feel the juices running between my legs, only because his thick fingers felt like a dick.

  “Your mouth is scorching hot and wet,” he said, moaning from pure pleasure. “I love how you treating this muthafucka.”

  His words inspired me to go faster and faster, but he put his hands on my bobbing head to slow me down. That affected me in no way, and I kept on my mission to make him cum.