What’s your name?" I clear my throat,
" Ms. Brown." I answer. He bites his lip as he moans my name with each stroke,
" Ms. Brown. Please come over and watch."
"I can't. I want to but I can't." I perspire from the heat bowling within, my juices wet my silk panties
The drops of his jism coats his head and his dark eyes stare at me, his massive ten and half is calling me. Should I go?
Like a moth drawn to a flame his sensuality was calling me loud without a sound. He had no clue how I desire him and the thought made my own juices drip down my thigh. Instead I bite my finger and lick the length of it. I put it in my mouth and pretend it’s Mr. Ten and half inside my mouth. I deep-throat my finger twice and allow my other hand to roam my body.
“ Do you like what I’m doing?” He strokes himself faster and his baritone voice sings.
“ I love what you’re doing. Are you afraid to come over?”
I smirk and begin to massage my love mountains, push them close, as my nipples become erect. I’ve never performed for any man though I desired to. I’m so tempted but my man who is incarcerated would never understand if I went beyond the rule of looking but not touching. He and his ten and a half were inviting me to a night of endless pleasure.
At night I have so long deserved and desired to have him. After he sexually pleases himself for me, I close the curtain and now the images of him can’t be erased. I think maybe I am this woman he feels sorry for because I’m overweight and alone. Maybe this was apart of him servicing me without touching me. I was in a sense a shame of my body since I gained the weight.
Ashamed that a man would ridicule my now full figure. I look up and now quite embarrass of the performance. I straighten my clothes and close the curtains. I lie on my bed and thought about my lover behind prison bars and then thoughts of this other African God my man walking through the door. They both sit in front of me naked with their body perfectly chiseled and each takes turns bringing themselves to full satisfaction while I watch them.
The knock on the door startled me as he stood dress in a white v-neck tee and shorts. The imprint of his stick swinging like Tarzan on a vine made my decision to avoid him. Before I could speak he kissed my lips and pulled me closed in his arms. Like a block of ice my body began to melt and all I could do is moan. The kisses last for minutes and every second the event led to me doing the unthinkable. Letting him do whatever it is he wanted me to do?
He took a breath and sigh; “I’ve wanted to kiss you since the first day I’ve met you. I find you to be an incredibly sexy woman.” I was already weakened by his kiss but for him to utter the words of calling me sexy had me liquid in his hands.
“You believe I'm sexy. With all this weight on me, you don’t have to flatter me to get the pussy” He placed his fingers on my lips.
“Don’t do that to me or yourself? I make 75,000 a year and drive a BMW. None of these women who approach me in this neighborhood appeal to me. Yet it’s you who caught my attention, your size for me is what I like and desire. Your body is beautiful, you are your own woman. A timeless beauty that should never feel insecure in her body.”
After he spoke he came in and closes the door. He undresses me; I became weak as he planted kisses on all over my exposed body. I removed his shirt and ran my tongue over his rock hard chest and abs. The top of his ten and a half expanded in length and width to. I allow my tongue to graze the head.
“ He hissed, “ Damn Ms. Brown.” He takes my hand and leads me to the bed. His shorts fall to the floor. I whisper,
“You are a handsome man.”
He inhaled and took a deep breath before he kneels before me and opens my legs. His long fingers stroke the sides of my cat, which purrs for more as he massages the lips. My juices saturate his hand, his fingers are so long as he enters inside me and the only word I can utter is, “Yes”.
He pushes it in and out of me twice while his other hand travels up to my breasts kneading and pinching my nipples. He is an expertise in pleasing a woman. I feel his tongue now pressing against my love button. He nibbles and licks it my back arches as he has found my g-spot. My body in a convulsive state as my first wave of orgasm hits. He whispers,
“Now that the first one is out of the way.” My body is glistening with sweat and my own secretions. My cute hairstyle now frizzy and all over the place. He stands up and licks his fingers. He picks up his shorts and pulls out a condom. He rips the package open and strokes his ten and a half twice. I want to taste him; I’ve broken every rule of being faithful. I had to go all the way. I sit up and there his massive head meets my lips. I stick out my tongue and lick it twice.
“ Ms. Brown. Damn woman.”
I take him in my mouth and work my magic. His eyes are close, he puts his hand behind his head and his lip forms in an O. I want him to flow in y mouth. Know what his jism takes like. He pulls out of my mouth. He puts on the condom.
“ I want to be inside you know.” He commanded.
I lay back and he puts his thick thighs on my shoulders, he enters me and all of him disappears inside of me. I gasp and he calls out my name with each feverish stroke. At first his stokes are slow and strong.
“Your pussy is so tight. Your man was a fool to leave this sweet stuff.”
The impact of his words and the power behind Mr. Ten and half made the earthquake erupt from top of my sugarwalls to the bottom of my soul. He speed was not rush nor was it mechanical. He was definitely a pussy slayer and pleaser. He width had expanded inside of me to the fullest and it was then he pull out to and rub his cover stick on my love button.
“I want you to cum with me, baby.” He enters in until I feel his head pulsates on my g-spot, his eyes rolling in the back of his head. He melted and positions his body on top of me. His kisses rain on my lips and he strokes my hair. We both are trying to come down from the wave of sexual explosion. He cuddles close to me. I realize I have no clue what this man name is. The thought kicks in I have broken sacred vows of being a good girl while my honey is incarcerated. Yet for so long I have needed this attention from another man, that touch and the feel of him all up in me.. He strokes my arm and must have read my thoughts.
“ My real name is Xavier Kingston and may I have your first name?”
“ My first name is Celeste but every one calls me Cee Cee.”
I had a thousand feelings chasing me. He was one again inside of me. His mouth suckling my nipples, he had me trapped in this sexual abyss. I moan out his name.
“Xavier” He is so deep in me I can feel him in my stomach.,I tremble and shake.
“ I prefer you calling me Mr. Ten and a half.” I became lost and my ex floated from my mind as he went deeper.
© 2011 Tamyara Brown- Tamluvstowrite
Blue Butterfly Chronicles!