by Silke Ming
“Lift your behind,” he said in a husky voice.
He reached under her dress and pulled on the elastic of her underwear, bringing them down around her ankles.
“Such a beautiful birthday gift,” he said in a whisper.
She had no idea what to expect from him. It was unlike him to be so slow and thorough. It was agonizing in an erotic way. He inched her zipper down, kissing her shoulders, her neck and back. Then he pulled her to her feet and her dress fell in a pool of fabric around her feet. He picked it up and threw it on the couch beside her. She was aroused and desire scurried through her body. He lifted her bra and watched as her nipples peeked out below them. His tongue lashed across them, sending her into another erotic dimension. Another hand released the snap of her bra, and she stood naked before him. Greedily, he attacked her nipples. First one and then the other, until they stood out like two hills being discovered for the first time.
“Don’t move,” he said staring at her body. “I just don’t know where to start with you. Everything looks so delicious.”
He walked around her slowly, teasing her. By this time, his erection had lifted its head and staring him in the face. She gazed at it longingly.
“It’s your birthday,” she said. “I want to give you a gift.”
“What do you want to give me?” he asked, running his fingers gently between her legs.
She grabbed his hand and placed it on her clit.
“Surprise!” she said. “It wouldn’t have been a surprise if I had told you what I was going to give you!”
“So sweet,” he said, running his fingers around her pubic area. “Can I have it now?”
“Soon, very soon,” she said, shoving him into the corner of the wraparound couch.
He stared at her nipples, and reached out to touch them, but she backed away from him, teasing him. He took hold of his heavy cock and stroked it gently, while cupping his balls with the other hand. The sight of him pleasuring himself really turned her on and her hands immediately sought her full heavy breasts. Such raw pleasure!
“Come here,” he whispered, moving to the edge of the couch.
“Why?” she asked.
“I’ll whisper it in your ear.”
She moved toward him. He spun her around and sat her on his lap. His cock bobbed along the length of her clenching pussy and she groaned. A deep hungry groan!
“No need to hold back,” he said. “We are alone. Tell me what you want.”
She opened her legs and held the end of his cock in her hand. She stared at it as he lifted his hips in response to her manipulations.
“Let me fuck you,” he said, his fingers moving up and down her wet cleft.
“Here?” she asked.
“Right here and just like this,” he said pushing her forward, forcing her to rest her upper body on the coffee table.
“Oh, my God,” he called out, as she lay bare in front of him.
He pulled open her lips and rubbed his thumbs along her clit. She grabbed the edge of the table and her hips started to move to unheard music.
“I feel so hot that I want take you now,” he said.
He pushed her legs apart and his greedy cock sought satisfaction between them. He rubbed it up and down and around her delicious, clutching pussy. He stared at it and watched it clench, then slid himself slowly into her and she cried out.
“Yes, Josie. Let it out. No one will hear us. Tell me how you feel.”
She grunted.
“Do you want all of me?” he asked, as he eased himself out and then slowly back into her.
“Yes, Richard. I want all of you,” she said, her knuckles firmly gripping the edge of the coffee table.
He withdrew and anointed her entrance with his velvety head. Her back arched and she stiffened, giving him full access to penetrate her deeply.
“I’m going to have this all night,” he said. “It’s my birthday. I want it. I need it.”
Her hips started to move again. Slowly! She bucked and increased her speed, sending him into a highly aroused tailspin. His eyes glazed over and he withdrew his cock and fell back on the couch, pulling her to him.
“Put it back inside me,” she demanded.
“Yes, Josie, move for me,” he said gazing at her.
She turned around and straddled him, impaling herself on his succulent cock. Throwing his arms along the back of the couch, he submitted himself to her. She lifted her hips and sank deeply onto him again. Up and down. She moved around and around, allowing it to stroke her delicate walls.
“How do you feel?” she asked, sucking on his lip.
“As if I’m being properly fucked,” he shouted. “I don’t want any other man to touch you. You are mine. This is mine. Only mine!”
She threw her head back and continued to vigorously ride him.
“Tell me, Josie. I want you to tell me that you’re all mine.”
“Yes,” she said, stopping and looking into his eyes. “Is this all mine, too?” she asked, gyrating on him and pulling him in.
“Yes, Josie. Yes. My cock belongs to only you.”
She threw her hands around his neck and continued to ride him.
“I can’t wait any longer,” he called out. “I’m coming, Josie,” he said squeezing her tightly.
She felt the spurts of his ejaculation as they trickled down her tender walls, followed by spasm after spasm, until his spent cock eventually slipped out of her.
“That was mind blowing,” he said, cupping the end of it. “We’ve got a long night ahead of us.”
Pulling a handful of tissues from a box, he wiped himself clean and then turned to her. One leg lifted onto the arm of the couch, he wiped his remaining juices from around her sex, and just that simple act of cleaning her private parts made his pecker rise again.
“Oh!” she called out, as his tongue unexpectedly attacked her clit. “Do it again.”
He licked her until her eyes glazed over and she gazed trancelike at him. She caressed her breasts and spread her legs, throwing one of them over the armrest.
“Lovely! Lovely,” he said gnawing on her clit.
“Fuck me, Schreck,” she said, as if there was no breath left in her lungs.
“Do you want to come like this?”
“Yes. Yes.”
Two fingers became lost inside her and his tongue continued to pleasure her. His teeth grazed her sex and she cried out. Her muscles grabbed his fingers and she rocked against them. She came with an ear piercing scream, his fingers still working away inside her. Exhausted and spent, they remained on the couch, her legs spread and her hands around his neck, while he smothered her with kisses.
“Let’s go,” he said, leading her up the stairs.
She lay across the bed while he stared at her, running his fingers up and down her body.
“Are you all right?” he asked.
“I’m thirsty and almost dead,” she replied.
“I’ll bring you back to life,” he said laughing. “Be right back.”
He returned with a bottle of water, two glasses and a bunch of grapes on a plate.
“Such good service, cowboy,” she said smiling at him.
He stared at her. Her naked, ebony body lay sprawled and enticing across the snow-white sheets.
“A picture of beauty,” he said, looking salaciously at her. “I want to hold you and make you mine. I just love looking at you.”
“May I have some of that water?” she asked smiling.
“Sorry,” he said putting down the bottle, and pouring her a glass. “I got carried away.”
He crawled in next to her and wrapped his arm across her breasts, fondling them. She sipped the water, then handed him the empty glass.
“Are you ready for your birthday gift?” she asked.
“I thought you had already given it to me.”
“How old are you?”
“Thirty-four. And you?”
“Twenty-five,” she said, pushing him onto his back.
“I’m going to give you thirty-four kisses, so relax and enjoy them.”
She started with his eyes, while his hands slowly and tenderly caressed her body. She moved to his ears and then his lips. His body was seething with passion as she explored his body. Her tongue moved wildly inside his mouth. He returned her kiss and his body rocked beneath her. She moved down to his navel, where she dipped deep with the tip of her tongue. His body lifted to meet hers, and slowly she worked her way down to his erection. She flicked her tongue over the tip and he cried out.
“How many more kisses to go?” she asked.
“I don’t remember.”
“Then I’ll start again,” she said moving away.
“It’s all right,” he said, holding her head in place. “You can carry on from there.”
She held his erect prick in both hands and stroked it from the top to the root. He stretched and his body trembled, slick with desire.
“You were kissing me.” He raised himself onto his elbows and watched her.
She stared at his mouth-watering goodness, lowered her head, and his quivering cock disappeared inside her mouth. She sucked gently on the head, then pulled it deep inside her mouth, devouring it and throwing him into mindless ecstasy. He bucked toward her and she sucked harder.
“Oh, Josie,” he called out, grabbing her head.
She nipped his crown with her teeth and his body lifted with violent thrusts. Obscenities flew from his lips, exciting her, and she brought him to a turbulent orgasm, draining him dry of the last drop of his juices. He held her tightly.
“I’ll never let you go, Josie.”
“I like that,” she said, running her tongue along his sculpted lips.
He pulled her to him and kissed her.
“Love your hairstyle,” he said running her hand through her hair. “I like it the way you wear it.”
“It must be a mess. I’m tired. Let’s sleep,” she said. “Goodnight, Schreck.” She giggled.
“I’ll tickle you to death if you call me by my surname.”
“All right. I promise never to call you Schreck again.”
“By the way, I’ve taken tomorrow off. I have something important to do.”
“I won’t get in your way,” she replied.
“You will be in my way,” he said. “I intend to lick your pussy all day long.”
“Have I anything to say about it?” she asked.
“No, you have nothing to say. Remember this is mine and mine alone,” he said running his fingers between her thighs. “You made me that promise.”
Chapter Six
She opened her eyes and looked at him. Everything was very peaceful as she watched the morning sun filtering through the glass. He didn’t stir. She stepped quietly out of bed, threw his robe over her shoulders, and walked over to the window. She looked outside and saw the horses already in the fields nibbling on hay. A man, perhaps the trainer, led one around, finally placing a saddle on it.
“Bought her two months ago,” he said standing behind her. “She has been a little hard to break.”
“Good morning,” she said turning her head.
“Did you sleep well?”
“I did,” she said. “I can smell coffee.”
“Let’s shower and then have some breakfast,” he said, jumping back into bed.
The bathroom, white marble with black accents, reminded her of a spa she and Gypsy used once a month. She dropped the robe, turned the water on, and stepped into the shower. Jets sprayed her from every side and the massive overhead shower poured down gallons of water on her body. She felt renewed and refreshed. She brushed her teeth, then realized she had left her towel in the bedroom.
“Dick,” she called out.
“At your service Madam,” said Richard, entering the bathroom, tossing his robe to the floor and stroking his cock.
“What are you doing?” she asked, laughing until she was almost in hysterics.
“You asked for it and I brought it to you,” he said, as continued to stroke himself. “Your every wish is my command.”
“I wanted you to bring me my towel,” she said.
“You should’ve said ‘towel’. Instead you said ‘dick’. I thought you were hot for me.”
“Your phone is ringing,” she said, shaking her head and still laughing.
He dashed naked from the bathroom, leaving her to her own devices.
She put his robe on, and returned to the bedroom. He was still on the phone.
“I owe you one,” he said to the caller.
“That must’ve been an important call for you to leave me like that,” said Josie.
“Sorry about the interruption,” he said, “but I was expecting that call.”
“I love your shower,” she said. “Maybe Gypsy could install one just like that.”
“Or you can move in and share this one with me.” His hands caressed her body.
“First, I would love a cup of that lovely coffee.”
“I should get moving then,” he said, jumping up, his cock dangling in front of him.
Even though there was no life in it, it still looked like a force to be reckoned with. She watched him walk away and she returned to the window. She hadn’t spoken to Gypsy since the previous evening and used the time while he was under the shower to call her. She picked up on the second ring.
“Did you forget something, Richard?” Gypsy asked.
“It’s me, Josie. Were you expecting a call from Richard?”
Gypsy paused before she replied.
“I thought it was my coworker Richard,” she said. “How are you? How are things going over there?”
“I didn’t know you had a coworker named Richard,” she said. “Anyway I wanted to let you know that I won’t be home until Sunday afternoon.”
“Things must be going well,” she said.
“I am so happy I met him, Gypsy. He is everything I could want from a man in my life.”
“I am so happy for you. Enjoy yourself and I’ll see you on Sunday.”
When he returned, she was already dressed in jeans and a T-shirt tied in a knot over her belly button. He circled her slender waist with his arms and raked his teeth against her neck. She became aroused and he felt it. He spun her around and his tongue grazed her eager lips, then slipped inside her mouth, tangling with hers. He unzipped her jeans and pulled them down to her hips.
“Spread your legs,” he said.
“What are you going to do to me, Dick?” she asked, laughing.
He pushed his hand down the front of her jeans and his finger found her pulsing clit. He massaged it until her knees became weak. She lay back on the bed, and he pulled her jeans over her ankles and threw them to the side. Her body jerked as his warm tongue flicked across her clit. She grunted and pulled at his semi-erect cock, which sent a gnawing feeling through his belly. Soon he had a full blown erection which he gently stroked as he licked her.
“You taste good,” he said, pulling her to the edge of the bed.
His erection danced in anticipation as he slid it slowly into her. Her hips bucked toward to him and he thrust himself into her, without holding back. His face turned red as the blood flooded it. He rocked into her and she called out his name. He withdrew and looked down at her.
“Do you want it back inside?” he asked.
“Yes,” she said lifting her hips.
“Beg me, Josie, beg me,” he said, rubbing his broad crown up and down her sex.
“Fuck me, cowboy,” she called out.
He could feel her muscles contracting and grabbing him. The sensual heat sent him over the top and he came inside her, creaming her sensitive walls. He continued to pump her with vicious strokes until she came, screaming into his ear. When she opened her eyes, he was hovering over her. She smiled and reached up to caress his face.
“I can’t lose you, Josie. I have fallen in love with you.”
She closed her eyes and pulled him down to her, kissing him in the neck and gently
rubbing her fingers along his arms. She stopped at the tattoo on his arm and stared at it.
“What did you have written there?” she asked.
“Nothing important.”
“Are you keeping secrets from me?”
“It’s just that it is no longer worth talking about.”
“Were you talking to Gypsy this morning?”
“What gave you such an idea?”
“I called her and when she picked up, she thought you were calling again.”
He continued to stare at her, his mind searching for the right answer.
“Are you going to tell me the truth?” she asked.
“You will probably find out anyway, so maybe I should tell you.”
“Tell me what?”
“Meeting you was no accident,” he said. “I saw you a few months ago when you stopped by my office with Gypsy.”
“But I never saw you.”
“I was in the back office, so you couldn’t see me. I wanted to meet you, but I was in a meeting, so I later called Gypsy to find out who you were.”
“I can’t believe that the two of you conspired and did this to me.”
“We didn’t mean to hurt you,” he said rubbing the back of his hand along her face. “I told her I was interested in you, and she decided to help me.”
“Gypsy said she didn’t really know you.”
“We didn’t mean to lie to you.”
“What about the name on the tattoo?”
He stretched out on the bed beside her and propped himself on one elbow.
“Before I tell you about the tattoo, I want you to know that Gypsy set up the introduction because she considers you to be a good friend. She said if I was looking for a one night stand that you wouldn’t be the girl for me. She thinks really highly of you.”
“I will remember to thank her,” she said in a sarcastic manner.
“I have fallen in love with you, Josie, and I want you in my life.”
“Now tell me about the tattoo,” she said, staring at it.
“The name that I removed from my arm was ‘Uzuri.’”
“I’ve never heard of anyone with a name like that.”
“It is a Swahili word that means ‘flower.’ Have you ever heard of FGM?”
