“No shyness. We're completely open with one another.”
She knew before this that he didn’t care what she looked like, but when he did that it confirmed it for her. Rolling her over on her stomach, Mike slapped and gripped her ass, making her tense up with pleasure. She looked back to see what was next, and the look in her eyes made him toss his head back and roar. While his skin scaled over, flashing his spots on and off like a computer.
“Turn over.” He said while stroking his erection, getting ready to shove it into her wetness.
When she rolled over for him, he made her spread her legs as wide as she could and climbed on top of her. Taking one of her nipples into his mouth, he let his tongue roll around it and let his penis sneak inside of her. She moaned and wrapped her arms around his neck. Taking her nipple between his teeth, he flicked his tongue back and forth over it. Sandy panted, already having an orgasm. The more he stroked her, the more she moaned out loud, and the more his spots swam over his skin.
“Yea.” He moaned. “That’s what I like to hear. Keep it up.” He said, placing a finger in her mouth.
“Yes! I want you to take all of me!” She moaned. “Fuck me!”
Now that she was comfortable, he could be his aggressive self. He pulled out of her and stood straight up on the bed in from of her.
“Suck me.” He demanded. “Make me harder.”
She had never given oral before, but Mike had her so hot and ready, she took him into her mouth like a pro. While he stood up in front of her with his head back, she worked her mouth all around his shaft, gripping the base of it and snaking her tongue around the head. All the while, each time she took him in her mouth and slid him back out, his whole erection lit up with gold and black spots.
Sandy sucked him off almost frantically. Like it was her favorite Popsicle and she would starve if she didn’t have it. What in the world had Mike done to her?
*****
“Lay back on the bed.” He said, helping her lay down. “Now open your legs up for me. Let me see it.”
She did. She even rubbed on her pearl a little, letting him see how much of a freak she could become. The way he talked to her made her more horny and eager to be stuffed. No man had ever commanded her to give him oral, and she would have never played with her own clitoris, but she did, and she loved every minute of it.
Mike rested two fingers on her clitoris and rubbed in a circular motion. Once he had her as wet as he wanted her, he took both of her legs and opened them wide. As she dipped two fingers into her vagina, she moaned uncontrollably.
Sandy dipped a finger into her wetness and put it in his mouth. Making his erection jerk and stand straight up in the air. His penis was big. She actually didn’t know how she was taking it with such ease, she had to be really horny. When he entered her for the second time, she nearly came on impulse.
Mike felt so good swimming around inside of her, she couldn’t keep her moans quiet. That didn’t stop him from pounding her out either, it actually made him stroke her harder. Mike got off on her moans. Her sex was amazing, but hearing her scream and cry out for him to fuck her harder milked his erection of every ounce of cum he had inside of him.
“Wow.” She panted after they were finished. “I have never been handled like that before in my life.”
“Well, get used to it. There’s more where that came from.
When Sandy announced to Brooke that she and Mike were a couple, Brooke was happy, but upset because they’d been dating for weeks and she hadn’t known a thing. She knew her friend had the ‘sex glow’ but she didn’t know it was because she was getting a good pounding every other night.
“So, Mike. Are you planning on making me an auntie anytime soon?” Brooke asked. “Because I’m not having any children, and since you and Sandy are in love now, that means a little niece or nephew to spoil. Yeah?”
“It’s all up her.” He smiled and snuggled up to her neck.
“Well, you two let me know. I’ll plan the baby shower. Mm! I’m late. I’ll see you tonight at dinner. Love ya.”
“Babe,” Sandy said. “If we do decide to have children, will they be shifters too?”
“I don’t know. But we’ll find out.” He smiled.
THE END
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Bonus Story 5 of 24
Scared Straight
Asha tried not to react as her latest student attempted to destroy her office.
“Bitch!” Letitia yelled as she pulled a row of books off the bookshelf. Asha watched from behind her desk. The key was not to react.
The walls shook and Letitia screamed with rage. She stomped her feet on the floor. Asha knew that everyone’s eyes were on them. Her office was a fishbowl, all the walls made of glass. Everything in this school office was transparent, along with cameras mounted high in every corner. Asha could see the blinking red light out of the corner of her eye. She also saw the security officer in the corner of her eye. He could also see the cameras back at his station. That was probably why he was in the office right now. Asha shook her head slowly. She didn’t need the security officer. Not yet.
“You think you’re better than everyone else!” Letitia yelled, throwing another book on the floor. She tried to rip down one of the cork boards but she couldn’t get it down. Instead, she grabbed Asha’s nameplate from her desk and held it in her hand like a weapon.
“You think you’re our principal,” Asha said, smacking the nameplate into her pal. “You think you can help. But you’re just like everyone else.”
Letitia raised the nameplate over her shoulder. It was a nice sized piece, quality, made of real metal and wood. If Letitia hit her with that, it would hurt. Still Asha didn’t flinch. Then the security officer burst through.
“That’s it, you’re coming with me,” he said. Asha tried not to breathe a sigh of relief as Greg slid his arm through Asha’s and restrained her arms behind her “We have a zero tolerance rule here.”
Asha finally gave a weary sigh as Greg pulled Letitia out of the room. She felt the adrenaline finally hitting her body, a buzz that traveled all the way down to her toes. Her hands were shaking, her feet started to jump. Asha bit her lip hard and lifted her butt so she could sit on her hands and take a nice, deep breath.
“You should let him in sooner, next time,” Raelynn said, coming to stand in the doorway of Asha’s office. “We were taking bets on who was going to have to call 911.”
Raelynn’s words were half-joking but her face was all business. Asha took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Raelynn walked over to her desk and grabbed the chair that Letitia upended, setting it upright again before she took a sheep.
“I don’t know why you want to be such a martyr,” Raelynn said.
“It’s about not giving up control,” Asha said calmly. She could feel her heartbeat starting to slow down and she was grateful. “I can’t reward bad behavior.”
“Acting with the instincts of an actual human being is not rewarding bad behavior!” Raelynn said. Raelynn was their main administrative assistant but she still had a lot of opinions. “One day you’re going to be sitting here, trying to not stir up shit and one of these little kids are going to pull out a gun and shoot you!”
Asha shuddered at the thought. The students at Wayland High School weren’t children but Asha wouldn’t be surprised if one of them showed up with a gun one day. The violence in the school was getting worse and she was genuinely at a loss for what to do.
These were the types of things that kept Asha up late at night. She hated to see her school falling apart.
“Hey, give yourself a break, girl,” Raelynn said from across the table like she could read Asha’s mind, and it was quite possible. As soon as Asha began working at the high school, she and Raelynn became close friends. Sometimes Raelynn would take her out to a wine bar after work and they would just sit there, sipping wine and unwinding without saying a word. Asha thought that was the true meaning of a friend.
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br /> “I just need a moment,” Asha said. Letitia wasn’t a bad girl. Asha knew that. She had watched her grow up over the years, from a small, timid freshman into a senior with a lot of potential. She just fell in with the wrong crowd.
They all seemed to be doing that nowadays.
“Look,” Raelynn said, leaning over and adjusting some papers on Asha’s desk. “We are going to clean this place up. No, I will. You sit back and relax. And then we’re going to go out. Get a drink. And we need to talk.”
Raelynn gave her a serious look. Asha stared back, raising her eyebrows.
“Talk about what?”
“Greg, girl!” Raelynn said. She got up and began to busy herself with picking up Asha’s books. Asha watched her. The books were mostly for decoration. “He’s so into you. Why aren’t you hitting that yet? When he was watching you, he just had this look on his face. He was so serious about protecting you. He’s so cute. He’s like a six-foot bar of solid, dark chocolate. Girl, you need to take a bite out of that!”
Asha couldn’t help it. She burst out laughing. Raelynn looked at her and gave her a wink. They both dissolved into giggles. And after a day like Asha’s, she could really use the distraction.
Raelynn stuck out her hand once she was done cleaning up.
“Come on,” she said. “Let’s get out of here.”
*****
Darrius stood in the doorway. The West Wing Wine Bar was a hopping place. It was barely seven in the evening but happy hour was going strong. The place was packed with well-dressed business women who would be sucking down half-priced bottles of wine for the next hour and chatting with each other. He couldn’t help noticing that some of the women were gorgeous, but that wasn’t what he was really after.
Most of all, he was focused on the purses slung over the sides of their chairs.
There was so much money to be had in this place.
Darrius answered his phone.
“Hey,” he said.
“Hey, what it do?” Said his business associate on the other end. “How’s it looking?”
“Real flush,” Darrius said in a low voice. He nodded at a couple of women passing by. He could see the tip jar at the bar from here. The jar was full. These professional women tended to be generous when they were tipsy. That’s what Darrius liked about them.
“So what are you going to do?”
Darrius looked around. He knew that on a casual trip to the bathroom, he could probably swipe at least five wallets. That would do for now until they come up with a better plan, something more comprehensive.
“I’m gonna mix and mingle,” Darrius said.
He hung up.
The key was to look like you fit in. Darrius was good at that. He might not have been a woman but he was very charming. He walked in the bar, giving a nod to the hostess.
“I think I’ll sit over there,” he said, gesturing to the bar. “I’m meeting someone.”
The hostess looked up at him, starry-eyed. He had that effect on women. He’d never brag, but he knew from objective experiences that he was extremely handsome. He was tall, tall enough that he got asked if he was a basketball player by every little kid that passed him on the street if he was wearing a jersey. He had chestnut brown skin and close-cut hair. His eyes were almond shaped and a golden brown. People told him he looked exotic. They asked if he was mixed. But no, Darrius was just black. He couldn’t help his looks but they got him places.
He took a seat at the bar.
He wanted to take that walk but it wasn’t time yet. First, he had to blend in. There were women on each side of him. On one side, a blond woman was chatting with a couple of other women. They looked like they had come directly from that company across the street. He didn’t really like those women. They tended to just talk among themselves and they always talked about work. It was pretty boring. Darrius listened for a few moments and then turned away.
On his other side, two black women had an animated conversation.
“She tested positive for drugs and ain’t nobody saying anything about that,” one of them said. “But watch. If that was Serena everyone would be all over it. You know it. You know it!”
The other woman chuckled, taking a sip of her wine. “I can’t even think about this right now,” she said.
“I think you’re right,” Darrius interjected, smoothly. “If it were Serena, it would be a totally different story.”
“You see!” The woman said, pointing at him. “He knows what he’s talking about.” Then she paused and stared at him. Darrius smiled. It was used to this, as well. “Damn. You’re fine.”
“Raelynn!” The other woman said, horrified.
But Darrius just laughed. “Thank you,” he said. “That means a lot, coming from an attractive woman such as yourself.”
“Oh shit, and he knows how to lie,” The woman — Raelynn — snorted loudly. A couple of people looked over with distasteful looks. That made Darrius smile.
“I’m not lying at all,” he said though in some way he was lying. He offered his hand to Raelynn. “I’m Darrius.”
“Raelynn,” she said, giving him the kind of shake that was meant for business meetings. “And this is Asha. She’s had a long day. Be nice to her.”
“Oh, I’m nice to everyone.” Darrius looked Asha over. Raelynn was kind of short and her hair was in all sorts of bushy twists. Asha was more sleek and serene. Her hair hung down her back in loose curves. She wore a smart looking business suit. Darrius like the way it hugged her curves in a classy way. She looked like a school teacher but also way too dressed up.
“It's wonderful meeting you ladies,” Darrius said. “What brings you here this evening?”
“We are just relaxing after a long day,” the talkative friend, Raelynn said. “It’s definitely been a day. Asha almost got a chair thrown at her.”
Asha scoffed. Darrius raised his eyebrows.
“Where do you work?” He asked. “A jail?”
He would know. He’d been to jail before.
Raelynn laughed, rolling her eyes. “No, thank goodness. But it’s almost the same thing. We work at a high school for juvenile delinquents. They are some crazy kids at that school. So we need to have a little drink afterward. I’m sure you can relate.”
“Yes, I can,” Darrius said. “On that note, let me get you ladies another round. What are you guys drinking? Red?”
He signaled the waiter over to get them another round. Raelynn exchanged a happy look with her friend. Darrius smiled at them both. They were the perfect cover.
He would speak with them further and case out the place. Then he’d take that walk to the bathroom and swipe some wallets on the way. After that, he would call his business associate and let him know what they needed to do to pull off the ultimate heist. This was just a small bar. There wasn’t security and there weren’t a lot of cameras. It would be the perfect place to rob.
Darrius thought about this while he made small talk with the ladies. Raelynn was loud and funny but Asha intrigued him. She didn’t say a lot. It was obvious she had a lot on her mind. Darrius wanted to learn more. But since he was also planning on robbing the place later, he couldn’t say too much. They didn’t need to know everything about him.
“So what do you do?” Raelynn asked. It was the question that Darrius had been trying to avoid, but of course, it came up. Luckily, he was good at talking on his feet.
“I’m an entrepreneur,” he said. “I forge my own path. I think that’s the best way to get through life these days. You need to look out for yourself.”
The women seemed to be hanging on his every word. That was a good thing. Darrius needed the best cover he could get. He offered them another couple of drinks and ordered them from the bar. When they weren’t looking, he slipped the bartender a fifty and nodded. That should about cover it.
A small price to pay for what was about to go down.
“Ladies,” Darrius said. He nodded at each of them in turn. “I’m going to run to the
restroom. I’ll be right back.”
The women both gave him charming smiles. They had their drinks in hand. He had to admit, he liked making them happy, especially Asha. She seemed like a tough nut to crack and she had that smile on her face.
Darrius tried not to focus on that.
Instead, he had another mission in mind. He got off the bar stool and began walking casually to the bathroom. He wove a specific path between the tables, all of them low and pushed close together. Their purses hung limply over the back of the chair, out of sight, forgotten about.
So he casually took their wallets.
It would be easy to protect against this type of theft. Just close your bag. But people did not heed his advice. Many purses were left dangling over the chair, gaping open and vulnerable. He just reached right in and voila, there was the wallet.
This took him about thirty seconds.
Then he was in the back of the wine bar with ten wallets under his shirt.
It was such a rush. But he had to act casual. Darrius walked into the men’s bathroom and took a long time washing his hands. No one else came in. The bar was packed with women, after all.
He could take more on the way back, but Darrius wasn’t that guy. He knew not to push his luck. He had plenty for now and they would be finishing the job later. This was no time to get greedy.
Darrius got back but he didn’t take a seat. He just stood behind the two ladies at the bar and tapped them each on the shoulder.
“I’ve got to go,” he said, smoothly. He could feel some of the wallets starting to shift. He needed to get out of there. The key was not to be obvious but he still needed to get out of there quick. The other key was not getting caught.
“Oh, well,” Raelynn said. “You’ve been so nice. Is there any way we can contact you later. Asha is interested.”
“Raelynn!” Asha hissed. Darrius stifled a laugh. He should have been out of there already and he knew it. But he couldn’t resist staying for one more moment.
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