Escape to Paris With Love

by Lee, Brenda Stokes

“In his defense we were kissing and I wasn’t really into it but I allowed it. So he started to get hard and he kept trying to put my hand on his dick and I kept pulling it away. Finally he got frustrated, snorted something out in Spanish… Then pulled his dick out and just started whacking off in front of me!”

  “Where were you?”

  “In my living room one night after a dinner date.”

  “Where were the girls?” Prissy asked to see just how mad she was going to be.

  “The girls were with you at your house.”

  “What did you do? I mean did you just let him finish or what?”

  “Honestly, I didn’t know what to do. It seemed like it went on forever. He frightened me. I didn’t know what he was going to do when he was done and we were there all alone. So I ran to the kitchen got a knife and a pitcher of ice water.”

  “Okay… and then what happened.”

  “I threw the ice water in his lap and threatened to cut his fucking dick off if he didn’t get out of my fucking house immediately.”

  “So what did he do?”

  “What do you mean what did he do. He zipped up his wet pants, grabbed his jacket and got the fuck out of my house! I wasn’t playing with his nasty ass!”

  Prissy eyed EJ for what seemed like an eternity and then abruptly burst into laughter. “OMG! Wait until I tell Austin this shit.”

  “It’s not funny, Prissy! Why are you laughing? I was afraid?”

  “I bet you were! Afraid of what he was going to do with that big dick after he got it good and damn hard! Oh my God this is funny as hell!” Prissy laughed.

  EJ rolled her eyes. “Again! I don’t even know why I waist my breath. You probably would have jumped right on it when he pulled it out!”

  “Oh you know me so well! If I wasn’t engaged I would fuck the damn wheels off of Mr. Arturo with his sexy ass self.”

  “Well, maybe you should! Cause I don’t want to and if he keeps stalking me I’m going get a restraining order out on his perverted, nasty, fucking ass!” She snapped.

  “Ok! Ok! Calm down! The man is just horny as hell that’s all! I’m sure he’s just calling you to apologize. If you want me to have Austin to talk to him I will. He’s not trying to hurt you EJ. It’s been quite a few months… The man just needs some pussy, that’s all.”

  “Good, then he can get all the pussy he wants from somebody else. I’m done! I told him I never want to see him. And if I do, I’m sticking my stiletto up his fuck crack! Believe that!”

  Prissy watched the obviously still pissed EJ stab some lettuce and shove it in her mouth. Suppressing the urge to laugh she simply offered, “Ok. If it’s over it’s over. I’ll have Austin to ask him to leave you alone. If that’s what you really want.”

  “That’s exactly what I want. Maybe my life can turn back to normal now that this dating bullshit is finally over.”

  “Oh no! No! No! We have a damn deal. You might be done with Matias, but you are not finished dating. So, you might as well get ready. I be damned if I’m letting you off the hook while a ball and chain is being fitted for my neck! Oh Hells No!”

  “No, Prissy! I did what you asked. It didn’t work.”

  “You dated one damn guy! Now find another one, because this ain’t over! There’s got to be a guy somewhere out there that can get that dry Sahara you call a pussy wet.”

  “You are so damn nasty!” EJ snickered. “You make me sick with your scandalous, trick ass self.”

  “What the hell ever. Damn I want a sandwich.”

  “Order one, we still have some time.”

  “I don’t want a damn sandwich from here. I want to go home and get my baby to make me a sandwich.” She snickered.

  “Just like I said, Nast Tee! EJ giggled. “Finish eating so we can go to this meeting. You can get a sandwich when you get home.”

  “You know I will!” She laughed.

  Chapter 19 Matias

  “Hello!” Matias said as he answered his cell.

  “Hi Mr. Arturo. This is Candace from Dream Dates. Your date is at the door.”

  “Wow, that was quick.”

  “Yes sir. We pride ourselves on being prompt. Enjoy your night sir!”

  “Thank you Candace. I’m sure I will.” Matias replied as he heard a knock at the door of the penthouse suite he rented for the weekend.

  Dressed in jeans and a wife beater shirt he scrolled to the door. Opening it he found a beautiful Asian woman dressed in a short black, form fitting halter dress. Quickly scanning her from head to toe, taking an extra second or too to drink in her beauty he instantly stiffened. It had been a month since he had some pussy and it was a month to damn long.

  He had tried so damn hard to be a faithful companion for EJ, but his nature just wouldn’t allow it. He handled his own needs for the most part, but dating for over three damn months without pussy was a deal breaker for any damn man. Still Matias was determined to win her favor and eventually the keys to her panties. If that meant occasionally buying the companionship of an escort or two then so damn be it. What EJ didn’t know, couldn’t possibly piss her off.

  Sure she was still pissed about their little incident a week back, but she’ll eventually get over it. They always do. Send a woman enough flowers and candy and diamonds and they eventually do. At least that was what the cocky athletic wanted to believe. He liked EJ. She was different than most of the women he dated. EJ was Wifey material and Matias knew it. He was in it for the long haul and willing to allow her to take her time to warm up and spread her thighs for him.

  “Hi, I’m May. Are you Mr. Arturo?”

  “Hi, May. Yes, I am. Please come in.”

  “Thank you.” She said as she entered.

  “Can I take your coat.”

  “Sure.” May said as she carefully surveyed the expensive penthouse suite and acclimated herself to her surroundings. “This is a very nice suite. Do you stay here alone?”

  “Of course.” He assured her. “Look May, I’m a regular, faithful customer. You don’t have to worry about a thing. You are safe here with me.”

  “Thank you Mr. Arturo.” She smiled as she took her coat off and handed it to him.

  “So, are you hungry or thirsty? I have some wine and I ordered some food.”

  May eyed the extraordinarily handsome man. “No, thank you I’m okay. You seem tense Mr. Arturo, would you like me to help you relax.”

  “Oh, I would love that May.” He grinned as May’s small hands playful ran along the bulge in his trousers.

  “Do you mind if I get comfortable?”

  Matias smiled as May started to untie the straps of her halter dress. “No not at all. Make yourself at home. Lust colored his gorgeous eyes as she slowly peeled her dress over her tiny cup full of titties breasts.

  May sucked her finger seductively in her mouth before playfully squeezing and taunting her small nipples until they become hard.

  “Oh those are very nice. Can I feel them?” Matias asked as he watched May play with her small breast.

  “Mr. Arturo, you can do anything to them and to me that you want. I’m all yours for the entire night.”

  Mathias raised an inquisitive brow and laughed uneasy as he gently fondled May’s tiny breast. “Anything?”

  “Absolutely anything.” May purred.

  “I don’t know… May, I must warn you that I’m a freak you probably shouldn’t say that to me.”

  “So am I. Like I said, Any damn thing.” May assured him again as she slowly unzipped his pants and freed his swollen manhood.

  Matias groaned loudly as if he was a woman removing a 42DD woman removing her 36C, way too damn little bra after a long day at work. “Fuck… That feels good.”

  May smiled as she worked her magic massage on Matias balls. She watched as his eyes rolled to the back of his head and then tried to focus again. His breath hitched in his throat as he sighed deeply. May learned at a very young age that a woman who controls the balls controls the man. May literal had Matias b
y the balls and she wasn’t about to let him go until she was good and satisfied.

  “Pull this dress off and taste this pussy you ordered.” She softly commanded.

  Matias wasted no time. Dropping to one knee he peeled May’s dress over her straight hips and allowed it to drop around her ankles. Just as he suspected, May wasn’t wearing panties. A devious grin transformed his handsome face as he inspected her tiny hairless pussy, flicking the clit until it turned red and stiffened right before his eyes.

  May whimpered as Matias thick, rough, middle finger invade her tight pussy. Slipping it in and out a few times it soon became soaked with May’s cream. Pulling it quickly he did exactly what May told him to do. Popping it in his mouth he sucked her juices from his finger, savoring its taste as if it was sweet honey.

  “Now, that’s some good damn pussy. “ He unconsciously murmured as he reintroduced the same finger into her pussy in search of a second helping. You’re familiar with role playing right May?”

  “Yes… Yes, Mr. Arturo. I’m very familiar with role playing. Who would you like May to be?”

  “Tonight you’re not May… Tonight Mr. Arturo wants May to be EJ. Can you do that for me… I mean do you mind if I call you EJ tonight?”

  May groaned as Matias finger play stroked her passion . Without warning Matias’ mouth swooped down and claimed one of May’s tiny breast. He sucked the entire breast in his mouth, teasing her nipple with his tongue before popping it out. “No May don’t mind. Tonight May will be EJ. Mr. Arturo, can I please just ask who EJ is? I just need to know so I can play my role better?”

  Matias, busy with suckling her breath and fingering her pussy callously replied, “EJ’s my ex-girlfriend.”

  “Oh… Okay why EJ no here? Is EJ dead?”

  “No May… EJ is not dead. She’s just upset with Mr. Arturo. We broke up earlier this week. I just miss her so much. You understand right?”

  “Mr. Arturo, you no mad at EJ, right? You no hurt EJ, right?”

  “No… I’m not mad at EJ. I just want to make love to EJ. I’d never hurt EJ or you for that matter. I just want you to be my girl so I can pretend to make love to her. Okay?” Matias pleaded as his expressive eyes locked on May’s. “I promise no rough stuff. I’m a freak, but I’m not into that kink. I’m not going to hurt you. Okay? I told you that you can trust me. I just need you to be EJ. Okay? Will you do that for me?”

  “Yes, no problem.” May agreed in a soft, small voice.

  “Thank you May.” Matias groaned as he continued to slow stroke her wet pussy with his now slick finger.

  Consumed with need and enveloped in a sensual haze of pleasure May asked, “Who’s May?”

  A big sexy grin slid with ease across Matias face. “That’s my girl. Now let me taste this pussy.”

  Standing to his feet he lifted May’s tiny frame from the floor and lifted her until she was on his shoulder straddling his face. Burying his head between May’s thin thighs he devoured her as if she was the last slice of pie on the planet. May fought the urge to scream. Grabbing two handfuls of Matias’ thick curly black hair she held on tight as she grind her wet pussy on his greedy tongue.

  Mumbling incoherently as he licked her Matias enjoyed the hell out of his trip to Pussyville. Grasping May by her flat ass he continued to lick and suck her until she exploded with her first of many orgasms to come. A cold shiver shot up her spine as it unexpectedly overtook her and rocked her sensual core.

  “Shit! Eat that fucking pussy!” She screamed as her massive release tore her apart.

  “You like that shit! Don’t you EJ?”

  “Fuck yeah! May, I mean EJ loves it!” May managed as the tip of Matias’ warm tongue swirled around her swollen clit before it licked the come which dripped from her slit. Numb with pleasure her head swirled in circles as a second wave of pleasure immediately consumed her and slapped her silly with sensual delight. “F-U-C-K! I’m coming again!” May screamed out loud and uninhibited. “Ah fucking eat that fucking pussy! You pussy eating mother fucker!”

  Matias grinned as he gnawed on May’s clit like it was a wad of day old taffy. “Feels good doesn’t it? Now you’re ready to fuck!”

  May’s eyes widen in surprise as Matias unseated her from his face, tossed her over his shoulders and carried her to the bedroom suite caveman style. Now, May wasn’t really sure who EJ was or were she was, but May quickly concluded that EJ was one lucky Bitch! Matias continued to fuck May silly for the next several hours. When he was done every hole she had had been properly fucked at least twice.

  The next morning May left Matias’ penthouse suite with a wad of cash as a tip. The college student, posing as a Chinese immigrant who could barely speak French let alone English, earned every dollar of her money that night. She left completely satisfied but sore as hell.

  Immediately upon locking up after her Matias called EJ. She didn’t answer so he left her a message. “EJ it’s Matias. Baby I was up all night thinking about you. Please call me back. Let’s get pass this. I’m sorry. I just wanted you so damn bad. Please forgive me. EJ, I’m in love with you. Can we please just start again? Please?”

  Chapter 20 Armani

  Almost two months had flown by since Armani and Charmayne officially broke up. Since that Time Fabian had hired an ex-CIA operative to hunt to the phantom woman that haunted Armani’s dream, night after night. Frankly he was beginning to think that Armani was losing his damn mind and then they got a break. Giving an accurate, detail description of Armani’s dream girl to a criminal sketch artist they came up with a composite computer drawing of the woman. Then they entered that image into a face recognition software and crossed referenced the image with motor vehicle records for licensed drivers in Paris.

  The computer spit out ten DMV photo IDs. Fabian was convinced that at least one of the ten women simply had to be the woman Armani desperately searched for. He met Armani at his home early Saturday morning to show him the photos.

  Armani was on the phone with Kalli when Fabian arrived. Greeting him at the door he tried to rush her off the phone. “Look Kalli, Fabian’s here. We have some business to take care. Can, we talk about this later today?”

  “Fabian’s there with you?”

  “Yeah, he just arrived.”

  “I talked to him last night. He didn’t mention that you two had a meeting. What’s going on? Is this anything that I need to be concerned about?” She asked.

  “No… Honestly it’s just man cave stuff. Don’t worry. I just needed some brotherly advice from my brother on something. Look, I’ll catch up with you this afternoon some time. Fabian’s waiting for me. Okay?”

  “Who is that?” Fabian silently mouthed.

  “Nosy ass Kalli.” Armani mouthed in response.

  “Armani don’t let me be blindsided by some bullshit you’ve tried to pull behind my damn back.”

  “Kalli… It’s nothing that concerns you. I got to go. Talk later.” He said as he abruptly ended their phone conversation.

  Kalli, shocked that Armani hung up without letting her finish her train of thought called right back. Armani ignored her call and let it go to voicemail.

  “Man, that woman is good at her damn job. She don’t let a damn thing slip by her.”

  “Oh you didn’t know? Kalli’s like a freaking pit-bull with a fresh soup bone. She just doesn’t give up!” Fabian laughed as his cell rang. It was Kalli, so he ignored it. “What’s up man? How are you holding up?” Fabian asked as he greeted his brother with a bro hug and some dap.

  “I’m alright, I guess. I’d be a hell of a lot better if you’ve located this girl.”

  “No doubt... I think we found her.”

  “What are you serious?”

  “Yes! I’m as serious as a Cardiac surgeon in cardiac arrest.” Fabian joked as he followed Armani into his study.

  “Man! I fucking hope so. I’m about ready to check in a psych ward. Have a sit and let’s see what you have.”

  Fabian sat across from Arman
i and handed him a large envelope. “Okay, keep an open mind and remember that these are just motor vehicle photos. Hell, everybody takes sucky driver’s license photos. Still I got a good feeling about this. I think she’s in there.”

  Armani accepted the envelope from his brother’s outstretched hands and took a deep breath before opening it. “Alright let’s see what you have.”

  “On top is the computer generated image of the woman you described to my detective. Does that look like her?”

  Armani nodded yes. “Yeah, it looks a hell of a lot like her.”

  “Good now we found ten driver’s license photos with similar features and physical descriptions. If your blue eyed soul sista is in Paris then she is in that stack.” Fabian declared.

  “What if she’s not? Then what? Fabian, I feel like I’m going crazy looking for this woman. This is crazy right?”

  “Look, I’ll admit that at first I thought you had loss your mind with nonsense about a few dreams. But man when my guy brought these pictures to me I believed you. She’s in there Armani. I know it! See for yourself.”

  Armani quickly sifted through the pictures until he came to the very last one. Fabian watched the color drain from his brother’s face as Armani came to the very last picture. Blown completely away Armani covered his mouth and fell back in his seat. “This is her. Now, I know that I’m good and damn crazy. How is this possible?”

  “Let me see who you’re talking about.” Fabian asked as he attempted to take the picture from Armani’s grasp. Unwilling to relinquish it, Armani continued to study it like it was a damn book.

  “Fuck me! She’s actually real.”

  “Her name’s Escape Jones, right?” Fabian asked for confirmation.

  “Yeah, how did you know? Do we know her from somewhere? Do you remember her?” Armani asked confused.

  “I’ve never seen that woman in my damn life. If I had, I’d be calling her my wife about now.”

  “Okay, but how did you know which one she was?” Armani asked again.

  “Man, look at that damn woman. She looks like a damn angel walking the earth. She popped out from the stack like she was a gift from God. I knew it had to be her.”