Succulent

by Zane

  “What the hell was I thinking?” I asked myself out loud.

  A man walked up behind me, wrapping his strong arms around my waist—squeezing me. He sucked on my left earlobe before saying, “Maxxine, it’s too late to have doubts now.”

  Kenneth swung me around to face him. Shit, he was too fine! Just like Kamar, only taller and bigger. His dark eyes held me in a spell and time seemed to stand still.

  “Maxxine, don’t get shy on me now; not after all the things you said to me on the phone.”

  As he stood there grinning, I snapped out of my trance and spoke to him in person for the very first time.

  “Hi, Kenneth.”

  Kenneth’s touch felt so familiar to me, causing me to blush within his arms. His facial features struck me in a wicked way, as if we had met before. That thought quickly faded as he slipped his tongue in my mouth and our tongues intertwined in a passionate kiss. He was seemingly attempting to suck the life out of me.

  I broke free from our kiss long enough to say, “Are you ready to go to the Bushnell?”

  He eagerly replied, “Oh, yes, Maxxine.”

  We didn’t make it out of the airport parking garage before Kenneth was feeling all over my ass and waist. He insisted on taking the stairs instead of the elevator to the ninth level. We stopped in between levels seven and eight of the stairwell.

  “Maxxine,” he whispered in my ear as he leaned over, “I want you! I want you right now.” He flicked his tongue in my ear and it made me melt, causing friction between my thighs. “Maxxine.”

  Kenneth pressed my body closer to his, leaving no space between us. I could feel his cool-minted breath brushing against my face. More important, I could feel his steel pipe pressing on my stomach.

  He asked, “Are you okay?”

  I replied, “Yes.”

  His lips were soft and tender as our tongues intertwined once more. He forced his thick, long tongue down my throat, searching for my inner soul. He put his hand on the back of my neck to fill my mouth with his tongue. I let out a slight moan of bliss as I caressed his smooth-as-a-baby’s-skin face. He used his free hand to unbutton my salt-and-pepper peacoat and squeezed my breasts at the same time. Just then I realized that I was about to commit adultery. I broke our kiss and he tried to put his tongue back in my mouth. I rejected it.

  “Maxxine, what’s the problem?”

  “I shouldn’t be here.”

  “Then we’ll go wherever you want to go.” He put his cold hands underneath my black cashmere turtleneck and caressed the small of my back. The coldness of his hands sent chills down my spine. I gazed into his eyes, searching for the right.

  “I won’t hurt you, Maxxine.”

  Everything within me wanted to reject his advance, but the desire to be with him was surreal. I wanted him inside me.

  “I promise,” he said before slipping his tongue back inside my mouth. Kenneth pulled my coat off and let it hit the floor before taking my turtleneck, designer jeans, and heels off. He let out a sigh as he looked me up and down slowly. His eyes were tracing the curves of my voluptuous body.

  I unbuttoned his shirt as we continued to kiss. I removed his shirt and coat all at once. I wanted to feel his naked chest against mine and caress it with my soft hands. He unbuckled his belt and unzipped his slacks, letting them fall around his ankles, leaving him standing in his cotton briefs. I could feel the stiffness of his clothed dick pressing up against my body. I couldn’t wait to have him inside me.

  Kenneth backed me up slowly against the wall. He licked, kissed, and nibbled his way down my neck to my breasts. He popped both breasts out from my floral satin bra. He sucked on my right breast and squeezed and pinched my other breast with his fingers. I loved the warmth of his tongue sucking on my hard nipples. I caressed the back of his head, filling his mouth with my breast. My pussy was throbbing and my panties were so moist. Kenneth put his free hand in my panties and rubbed my swollen clit. He rubbed it so hard and continued to suck my breast as a moan of ecstasy escaped my lips. He rubbed and squeezed my swollen clit for a little while longer before sliding two fingers inside my wet essence.

  I gyrated my hips and worked my pussy on his fingers. My moans were beginning to grow more as Kenneth stroked his fingers deeper in my wetness. He released his mouth from my breast and kissed my lips and sucked on them, while he continued to finger me. We both looked into each other’s eyes. We stared at one another, and the next thing I knew, my panties were being ripped. Kenneth tore my panties off and pulled his aroused dick out from his briefs. I gazed down at his big, thick dick and it gazed back up at me. I wondered if his dick would fit in my pussy. He reached down and picked me up. I wrapped my long, toned legs around his sculpted waist. He slid his tongue into my wanting mouth. I wrapped my arms around his body. Kenneth elevated me up higher to position my pussy over his dick. Then he lowered me slowly onto his manhood, easing its way past my moistened pussy lips. I felt his head entering me and inching its way farther inside me. I moaned after his dick was all the way inside me, stretching my pussy beyond its limits. It hurt like hell, but felt so good at the same time.

  “Are you okay? Is everything alright, Maxxine?” he passionately asked me.

  “Yes,” I uttered with bliss.

  He continued to kiss me and fuck me up against the wall. He fucked me slow, grinding and pumping his massive dick into my tight pussy. I locked my legs around him tighter and pulled his body closer to mine.

  “Mmmm, fuck me. Fuck me, Kenneth!” I whispered with ecstasy in my voice. I could feel his dick tickling my navel as our moans and groans grew more intense with pleasure. He continued to tear my pussy up against the wall for twenty-five minutes, before carrying me over to the staircase with his steel pipe still marinating inside me. Kenneth pulled his dick out of me slowly and put me down gently. His dick was still at full attention and covered with my sweet juices.

  “Turn around and bend over for me, dear,” he demanded.

  I obeyed, resting the palms of my hands parallel to each other on the steps. Kenneth rubbed and squeezed my ample ass as he knelt down behind me on the stairs. I couldn’t remember the last time my pussy had been eaten so well. He rolled his tongue into a tube and wasted no time licking and darting his tongue in and out of me. I moaned louder each time he sucked and nibbled on my clit. His strong hands grabbed my hips to prevent me from swaying back and forth so much. He worked his hot tongue forcefully over my cunt. I came four times from that snakelike tongue of his. My juices drizzled down my inner thighs and onto his tongue. He licked me dry before standing back up. Kenneth began stroking his shaft with his right hand and rubbing and fingering my pussy with the other. I was so fucking horny and ready to have him invade my sugary walls again. I told him to take my sweet pussy and fuck me hard. He grabbed my hips and spanked his dick on my pussy before penetrating me. He thrust it in quickly, all in one stroke. He moaned and so did I. I loved the curve in his dick. Kenneth definitely knew how to hit all my G-spots with his curved pipe. He pumped his dick in my pussy slowly, squeezing my ass. He increased his pace and caught a rhythm. My ass was in for one hell of a ride then. Kenneth fucked my little pussy with no mercy, spanking my ass and grabbing my hips to pull me up and down on his shaft. I could feel his balls slamming up against my clit as he pounded and thrust himself deeper inside me. I could hear him whispering my name repeatedly as he fucked me faster and harder.

  My knees began to buckle beneath me. They were shaking and getting ready to give way. Our extremely intense moans accelerated. Each stroke of his inside me was better than the previous one. I could feel the sweat trickling down from his body onto my back and being absorbed in my skin. Kenneth felt so damn good inside me, tearing my pussy to pieces, slapping my ass, rubbing my nipples, and kissing my back. The more he fucked me, the louder I got. With each thrust of his hips, I could feel his dick. It seemed as if he were trying to touch my heart. I could feel myself sinking slowly to the floor as we both came in unison. Kenneth gave me a fe
w more thrusts and then collapsed on top of me. We were both breathing rapidly after our exploding climaxes. We lay there for a few minutes in silence. My mind and body were numb. Kenneth pulled his long pipe out of me slowly and asked if I was ready to leave; I quietly responded that I was.

  I drove forty miles out of the way from my hometown. I couldn’t risk being seen by anyone who knew me—worse yet, Kamar! Though it was too late for all of that; the stains on those steps in the parking garage told a different story. Since it was Black History Month, I brought Kenneth to the Bushnell Theatre. I was stunned that he still wanted to go after he laid the pipe down so well. I was spent, euphoric and confused, but Kenneth insisted. Every day in February at the theater, African-American culture was celebrated through various themes and events that contributed to the past, present, and future of our society. When we went, they had black artists showcasing their work in a monthlong exhibition, and they were showcasing several miscellaneous performances about the underground slaves and the unknown African-American heroes who had fought for freedom. I figured he would appreciate the exhibits; he did. I would have enjoyed it more with Kamar. My mind kept switching back and forth between Kamar and Kenneth. My husband was my heart and soul. There was no doubt about that, but Kenneth gave me something that Kamar hadn’t been giving me in a long time.

  There was complete silence on the way to the Hilton Hotel. I assumed Kenneth was going to say good-night and get his luggage from the trunk of my car, but instead he flashed that sexy smile of his at me.

  “Maxxine, thank you for taking me to the theater.”

  “You’re welcome.”

  “Are you okay?” he asked for the twentieth time that day.

  “Hell no!”

  “Tell me what’s wrong.”

  I took a deep breath before speaking.

  “I’m married and I shouldn’t have even chatted with you!”

  “I’m glad you did.”

  I looked away from Kenneth as he leaned over and brushed the hair behind my ear.

  “Saturday is my last day in town and I want to spend the rest of the week with you.”

  I stared at him in shock. He couldn’t have been serious.

  “Kenneth, I can’t risk what we did again—never!”

  “Nobody is going to find out.”

  “I know that but—”

  “Maxxine, no buts. All I want is to see you every day while I’m here. You know, you’re not the only one who had doubts.”

  I raised my brow. “You had doubts!”

  “Yes, you seem surprised.”

  “That’s because I am. You were so determined and anxious for us to meet.”

  “I was, but I thought that maybe you would back out because of your husband.”

  “He should have been enough for me to back out,” I said guiltily.

  “But he’s wasn’t?”

  “Kenneth, my husband is the love of my life.”

  “Can he make love to you the way that you desire, Maxxine?” Kenneth boldly asked. I didn’t respond to his question; instead he answered it for me. “No, I didn’t think so. Forget about him for the rest of the week. When I’m not in my meetings, I want to be in you.”

  I couldn’t believe he had hit me with that corny-ass line.

  “Aren’t you a little old to be so horny?” I laughed.

  Kenneth couldn’t help but shake that one off. “You’re never too old for good lovemaking.”

  “But I’m too old to be playing games with you or anyone else.”

  Kenneth unfastened my seat belt and unbuttoned my peacoat again. He let his fingers walk up and down and swirl around my clothed right breast. My nipple expanded from his touch.

  “I’m not playing, Maxxine. I’m going to show you what real lovemaking is all about.”

  I arrived home four hours later. Against my better judgment, I had let him have his way with me again. It was partly because I didn’t plan to see him again, but mostly because I wanted his dick. I sucked his dick and he ate my pussy again. After he fucked me from behind in the backseat of my car and in the reverse missionary position, my back, neck, mouth, and pussy were so sore. I could barely walk straight, let alone stand. I took all my clothes off after turning the water on in the shower. I wanted to wash all my sins away: the way Kenneth kissed me deeply, me sucking his dick, him sucking on my pussy, caressing my soft body, and fucking my tight pussy with his King Kong dick. At that very moment I knew what I had to do. I had to make Kenneth history.

  After drying off and correcting some of my students’ research papers, I heard the front door open and close.

  “Maxxine.”

  “I’m in here.”

  Kamar walked in the great room as he loosened his necktie. He placed his briefcase on the floor and sat down beside me. I was afraid to look at him. I didn’t want to show any signs of guilt on my face.

  “How was work, baby?”

  “It was busy. Did you get my emails, gorgeous?”

  Damn it, I had forgotten to email him back! I always emailed Kamar back—always. Instead I had let some man sex me down more than once. Even though it was the best sex I had ever had, there was no excuse for it.

  “No, I didn’t. I haven’t checked it yet.”

  “Okay.”

  There was a brief pause between us before he asked, “What did you do today?”

  Shit! Why did he have to ask that question? He hadn’t asked me what I was doing yesterday.

  He smirked. “Does the cat have your tongue, gorgeous?”

  That’s when I looked into Kamar’s eyes and lied to him for the first time. “I’m sorry about that, baby.”

  “I left you several messages, between your BlackBerry and the house phone. I was worried about you. It’s not like you to ignore my calls.”

  “I know, baby, and I’m sorry.” I really was sorry. I hadn’t been thinking clearly at all. How could I live with this sin for the rest of my life, when it hadn’t even been a day and it was killing me?

  “So, what were you doing?”

  For a minute there, my mind registered Kamar saying, So, who were you fucking? I flipped the script on him and questioned him.

  “Kamar, what’s with all the questions?”

  That’s when he suspected something was up. “I see.”

  “You see? You see what?”

  “I know what this is all about, Maxxine. You’re still unhappy with me.”

  “What are you talking about?”

  Clearly I didn’t know where he was going with this one. I’m still unhappy with him—huh! I was happy with Kamar. I loved my baby with everything I had.

  “I’m talking about my work hours.” Kamar took my manicured hand into his and kissed each knuckle slowly one at a time.

  “You know how I feel about that.”

  “Yes, I know. I haven’t been committed to you like I’m supposed to be.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Over the past seventeen months all of my attention and focus have been on these projects at work.”

  “Kamar, I completely understand. You have a business to run. I get it.”

  “You’re right about that, but I have a gorgeous wife that I’ve been neglecting emotionally and physically.”

  Kamar reached over and caressed my shoulder and neck. “I should have paid more attention to you and I will.”

  “We’ve had this talk before, more than once,” I said sternly.

  “I’m sorry, but you’ll see. I have a surprise for you.” Kamar smiled at me and got my full attention. I positioned my body to face him.

  “Oh, really?”

  “Yes.”

  I was curious. “What is it, baby?”

  “All I can tell you is that I’ll be home this Friday around four thirty.”

  “What happens at four thirty on Friday?”

  “It’s your surprise; a surprise that’s well overdue.”

  Now I was suspicious. I wanted to know what the big secret was. I couldn’t
wait until Friday to find out. Several scenarios crossed my mind. One of them was having a baby. Kamar couldn’t be asking me to have a baby. He didn’t have time for even me, but then again, I could have been wrong. I put my work on the coffee table and began tickling Kamar, trying to force my surprise out of him.

  “Tell me now, baby! I can’t wait until Friday.”

  Kamar continued to laugh hysterically. I always loved the way he laughed. It made my whole heart smile. Kamar stopped me from tickling him. He grabbed my wrists and forced himself on top of me in a playful manner. I looked into his beautiful eyes and smiled at him.

  “You know that I don’t like to be tickled.”

  I kissed his soft lips before speaking. “Of course I do, but how else am I going to get this secret out of you.”

  “You won’t; not with this one. You’ll get your surprise when it’s time, gorgeous.” He flashed a smile at me.

  Friday was only four days away, so I guess I could wait until then.

  “Okay,” I reluctantly agreed.

  “Good then. I’m going to grab a quick shower. Do you want to join me?”

  The next four days were incredible. I tried to cut Kenneth out of my life, but his dick was so good to my pussy. On Tuesday, I let Kenneth tie me up, drip hot candle wax down the small of my back, and fuck me. On Wednesday, Kenneth fucked me in the elevator and in a public restroom. On Thursday, Kenneth fucked me in the Jacuzzi adjacent to the wall-to-wall mirror in the bathroom. He said he wanted to see what we looked like, fucking each other’s brains out. On Friday I was going to tell Kenneth that our sexcapade was over, but he fucked me again without mercy in his hotel suite.

  I was lying in bed with him in complete silence. I wanted him to have me again, but I decided against it. Kenneth would be tearing up my little pussy for another three hours if I let him. He looked at me, kissed my shoulder, and asked if everything was alright.

  I lied and told him, “Yes.”

  In such a short time I was becoming good at lying. I didn’t realize how easy it was until the lies started piling up on each other. I was so lost in thought that I didn’t hear him tell me that he loved me.