My House
My House
A Novel
By
Marvlous Harrison
Smashwords Edition
Copyright 2008 Ó Marvlous Harrison
Edited by James Harrison
Cover Design by James Harrison
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This book is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination and any resemblances to any events, or locales are entirely coincidental.
My House
A Story
By
Marvlous Harrison
Dedications
As usual and expected, this book is dedicated to my mother, Hazel Kearse, father Wendell Harrison, my grand father James Fanning, my wife Deidra Harrison and the rest of my family and closes friends.
Donetta Kearse, the aunt that’s always been my big sister. You showed me so much support with this project than I could ever imagine. There were times when I doubted my abilities and you not only made me believe, you became my number one fan. Like a child selling school candy, you took my book to work with you and turned it into a must read. You sold more copies of my book in the first few hours than I did in the first few weeks. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.
Claudette Harrison, you left us a little more than a year ago and when you did you left a void that will take 10 aunts to fill. You was a mother to more than just your biological children. You was a support system that my generation is badly missing. I am honored to have had the opportunity to be one of the children you helped raised.
To my readers, thank you for the support you’ve given me with my first book BY ANY MEANS. I hope I didn’t disappoint y’all with this one.
To the members of Nude Africa, thank you for allowing me to post my stories and offering me the positive criticism me and many other writers needed.
Chapter I
Most people don’t respect me for what I do, but I do it anyway and I do it well. My name is Prince and at the present time I’m sitting in a county cell for murder. I would tell you that I’m innocent, but hey three quarters of the penal population claims that. I’m what you call a fantasy deliverer. In fact if Harlem was Fantasy Island I would be Mr. Rourke. The people I cater to range from the average person on the street to the rich and wealthy, but the one thing they have in common is that they’re all women. The fantasies I deliver to the women are not what you called the norm, that’s why they pay me so well. I own a gorgeous brownstone with four floors on East 128th Street and on each of these floors there’s something for everyone. What ever your pleasure is I got it, as long as it seems sane to me; hey even I have my standards. I know by now you’re probably thinking to yourself, ‘What does this have to do with murder?’ This is how:
“Hello, may I speak to Mrs. Davis?” Prince asked the receptionist.
“Who’s calling?” the receptionist asked screening her employer’s calls.
“Mr. Thomas,” Prince answered.
“Hello Mr. Thomas. Please hold,” the receptionist said as she blushed before transferring the call.
“Mrs. Davis you have Mr. Thomas on line three,” the receptionist told her.
“Thank you Angelique,” Mrs. Davis said before clicking over.
Angelique knew first hand who Mr. Thomas was. She had on several occasions used his services; in fact she was the one who recommended him to her boss Mrs. Davis. Angelique found Mrs. Davis late one afternoon in her office crying uncontrollably over her recent breakup. Her husband of 15 years never gave her any warning that their relationship was on the rocks until she came home early one afternoon to surprise him with a home cooked meal, an expensive bottle of wine, and an extremely sexy outfit which she purchased from Fredrick’s of Hollywood, sexy stilettos included. When she entered their more than modest Mount Vernon home she was immediately met by a female’s giggling. It wasn’t the type of giggle you would hear if someone told a joke that was only semi funny, but the type of giggle a female usually let out when they was being pleasured and their mate just happen to brush up against them causing the pleasure to turn to a light tickling sensation.
She quietly placed her things on the Italian leather sectional that sat in her living room and followed the sounds. The trails of giggles lead her straight to her hot tub where she found her husband in the presence of his 23 year old secretary. She totally lost it, immediately heading for the licensed handgun he kept in the closet for protection. The young secretary immediately jumped put the hot tub and ran out the house dripping wet. Even though Mrs. Davis was hurt she was willing to keep her marriage intact. She gave her husband an ultimatum. The husband confessed his love for his secretary, packed his things, and left.
Mrs. Davis had no where else to turn so when Angelique walked in her office that afternoon and found her crying she quickly confided in her. When Mrs. Davis came to her senses hours later she worried Angelique would leak her secrets but she didn’t. Angelique told her, “You are too young and too successful to worry about him leaving you. It’s your time to enjoy yourself. Get out there and do you!” Mrs. Davis tried to say no but Angelique persuaded her and took her to Mr. Thomas’ brownstone. Although they were only going for the bi-weekly all male strip show, it wasn’t long before Mrs. Davis became hooked and ready to give in to her sexual desires.
“Hello Mr. Thomas. How are you this afternoon?” Mrs. Davis asked with a wide grin on her face.
“I’m doing fine and yourself?” Prince asked being polite. “I’m fine as usual. So what can I do for you?” Mrs. Davis asked.
“I was calling to confirm our appointment for tonight,” Prince told her.
“My plans are still the same. I should be there no later than 7,” Ms Davis told him.
“That’s good. Everything will be ready for you,” Prince assured her.
“That’ll be great,” Mrs. Davis replied.
“Okay, I’ll see you later,” Prince said.
“Ciao,” Mrs. Davis replied before hanging up. As she placed the receiver on the hook her grin grew to an all out smile. The thought of her future plans use to make her blush but now it simply aroused her.
Anyone who met Mrs. Davis wouldn’t understand why she would have to go through such lengths for pleasure. She possessed more than average looks and her monthly dye jobs kept her looking much younger than the 36 years she was. She stood all of 5’2” and a seductive size 4 with all her curves in the right places. Her bronze skin stayed radiant and glowing never needing to be tanned, and if that wasn’t enough she was also financially secure. She was the Co-CEO of an entertainment company she built from scratch and then later sold for a good profit while maintaining creative control. She could have easily chosen to live in some of the more wealthy neighborhoods of New York but she was committed to her Mount Vernon roots.
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When Mrs. Davis pulled up to Prince’s brownstone she searched for a parking space for her 2007, twilight amethyst pearl Lexus SC. The car was worth well over $70,000 so she was reluctant to park it on the streets, but once she found a parking space she put the top up, made sure her doors were locked, and her alarm was activated. With the cool evening air blowing she had to pin her long hair up to keep it from flying wild in the wind. She walked the short distance to Prince’s brownstone quickly, occasionally looking nervously over her shoulder to make sure no one she knew saw her, even though it was highly unlikely.
Once she reached the front of the brownstone the door opened up and Prince was standing there greeting her. “Punctual as usual,” Prince said courteously as he held the door open.
“As usual,” Mrs. Davis replied with a warm smile before giving him a friendly hug and kiss on the cheek. Usually when Prince’s dates arrived they carried a bag with their personal things. Mrs. Davis didn’t do that, all she needed she was born with.
“Everything is ready so if you like you can follow me up stairs,” Prince told her once the door was shut behind them.
“Lead the way,” Mrs. Davis said with a huge smile. She always wondered why no matter what was going on inside the brownstone it was always quiet. She didn’t know Prince went through great trouble of having all his rooms sound proofed. ‘It sure would be nice if he had an elevator in here,’ she thought as he led her up to the top floor. Once there Prince led her to a small, dimly lit room furnished with a four post bed, a stereo, and a night stand.
“There’s a bottle of Moet Champagne sitting on ice for you. And of course the bathroom is right here for your convenience,” Prince told her as she entered the room.
Mrs. Davis looked around and then replied, “This will be fine.” Prince walked out closing the door behind him. Mrs. Davis promptly went into the bathroom and removed her business suit. She folded her business grey skirt and white pinstriped shirt and neatly placed them on the night stand. She then lay across the bed and waited patiently as she sipped on a flute of champagne. Her guilty pleasure was multiple sex partners. It wasn’t that she liked being treated like a whore; she just loved the attention and affection they showered her with.
By the time the two gentlemen Prince had arranged for Mrs. Davis entered the room she was more than in the mood. She was working on her second flute of champagne and Prince was playing softly on the stereo. “Good evening. Prince sent us to make sure all your desires are met. My name is…,” the bald headed dark skinned guy told her in his thick Jamaican accent before she cut him off.
“You don’t need to tell me your names,” she said politely. The Jamaican stood 6’3”, and weighted 200 lbs. with an excellent physique. The other gentleman had a dark chocolate complexion but lighter than the Jamaican. He stood 6’ even, 195 lbs all muscle. His short hair cut was neat with waves through out it.
“Why don’t y’all grab a glass and join me in bed,” she said with a seductive smile.
The two wasted no time obliging her. The chocolate colored guy sat at the foot of the bed as the Jamaican sat beside her wasting no time getting close to her. They held their flutes as she filled them with champagne and then rested back against the pillows. “So what would you like to do tonight?” the Jamaican asked.
“I just want to be touched,” Mrs. Davis answered seductively. With that being said both men went to work making sure she was fulfilled and satisfied.
The chocolate colored guy sipped his champagne as he massaged Mrs. Davis’ feet and calves. He occasionally ventured his way up but never going higher than her thighs. The Jamaican kissed her softly on the neck as he caressed her back. Mrs. Davis was in heaven. “Do you mind if I take this off you?” the Jamaican asked referring to her black lace bra.
“Be my guest,” she answered. As he unhooked her bra her still perky 36C’s popped out instantly. He tossed her bra on the floor and proceeded to play with her breast. First he rubbed them and then he placed his mouth on them. When he lightly bit her nipple her head dropped back in ecstasy. She was enjoying every bit of it. She caressed his bald head as he tried his best to put her entire left breast in his mouth. When she felt the chocolate guy place one of her pedicure toes in his mouth and begin sucking gently she lost all control. Her matching black lace boy short panties became damp. The excitement alone had her moist but the things they were doing to her was driving her crazy.
In seconds she felt her panties coming off. ‘I’m glad he taking ‘em off,’ she thought. When she felt his nose brush up against her swollen clit her legs instantly tightened up and then relax. She had no problem giving him what he was searching for. He stuck his face deep inside her as his tongue searched for her opening. “Ooh…you know what I need,” she moaned as he stuck his tongue in and out of her.
The Jamaican stood up and began removing the tight shorts he was wearing. When his erect penis popped out she thought she done died and went to heaven. She reached out for it pulling him closer. She then took him into her mouth devouring him. With the first gulp she took as much of him in her mouth as possible almost deep throating him. He moaned in pleasure as she went to work. She sucked, jerked, and pulled on his penis as she received oral sex from the other guy. The thought alone was enough to make her cum. When she felt the urge to release herself she grabbed on to chocolate’s head pushing his face deeper in to her vagina as she used Jamaican’s penis to stifle her cries. “Shit,” she let out once she was done.
The Jamaican wasted no time getting a condom out of the nightstand. “Get on your knees,” he told her as he slid the condom on.
“I like it sensual baby,” she told him. He assumed she was the corporate type with pent up aggression that could only be released through rough sex, but he was wrong. He lay down behind her and entered her as they lay on their sides. “Damn,” she said as all of his 10 inches filled her insides. She had to get used to his size before things got rough.
Chocolate quickly removed his shorts, grabbed a condom and lay in front of her. He kissed her neck and sucked her breast as Jamaica stroked her softly from behind. With in minutes she felt him jerk inside her. She knew what that meant, he was ready to cum. She had hoped he’d last a little longer, but even through the condom she could feel him ejaculating as he grunted in her ear. Chocolate had no problem taking over where Jamaica left off. Mrs. Davis lifted her leg placing it over him so he could enter her as they remained on their side. He penetrated her a little at a time as the crown of his penis brushed up against her clit; this sent chills through her spine.
As he moved in and out of her she whispered in Jamaica’s ear, “Kiss my back.” Even though she asked nicely it wasn’t really a request. He kissed her back as her and Chocolate bodies moved together. If he didn’t have a condom on he would have felt how wet she was. When Jamaica began to kiss her down the side of her body she lost all control and began to cum again; she loved this feeling.
When she finished she eased Chocolate out of her and turned around to face Jamaica. She never realized that he had removed the condom and replaced it. She gripped his penis feeling how hard it was. She lifted her leg and slid it inside her. Since his penis was straighter than chocolate’s it was an awkward position so she rolled over on top of him. She lay against him as Chocolate followed suit kissing her back and rubbing her ass. When he felt how slippery she was he eased up behind her and eased the tip of his penis inside her rectum. Her body instantly stiffened up. She had never tried double penetration before even though she had thought about it. She quickly put her hand behind her and said, “Easy, not so much.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle,” he assured her. Within minutes Chocolate could feel her relax. He eased a little more inside her.
“Shit!” she let out. Jamaica was trying his best not to move so much as they lay on top of him. When Mrs. Davis got used to both men inside her she sat up. She waited a few seconds and then began to ride Jamaica. She instantly began to cum again. “Ooh yes,” she moaned as her vagina began to drip.
Jamaica couldn’t help but get excited, he began to cum also. Chocolate was forced to stay still since their movement made her body tighten up. When Jamaica finished she laid on top of him.
“Go head baby,” she told Chocolate giving him the okay. He began to pump away going deeper inside her. Content, Jamaica just laid there.
“Rub me,” she told Jamaica. 10 minutes later she told Chocolate, “Take it out. I wanna feel you in my pussy.”
It wasn’t that she wasn’t enjoying herself, but she wanted to feel him deep inside her. She eased Jamaica’s limp penis out of her as Chocolate removed himself from her anus. She lay on her stomach allowing him to enter her from behind. He pumped away and in minutes she was erupting yet again. She loved sex on her stomach and most of the time that was the only way she could have the type of orgasm she needed. “Oh Jesus!” she yelled as Chocolate continued to pump away.
Once she was finish she told Chocolate, “Okay, you can get up now.” He was confused since he didn’t get a chance to cum again. He tried to pump quickly so he could ejaculate before she became persistent, but she was adamant in her order. “I said get up.”
One of the reasons why she came to Prince to have her sexual needs met is because once she was satisfied she didn’t have to worry about her partner, or partners, being satisfied. She could basically end the session when ever she wanted without any bad feelings. Reluctantly, Chocolate pulled out of her and stood above her on his knees. Even though she was more than satisfied she became instantly aroused once she saw his penis literally throbbing in the tight fitting condom.
She turned and told Jamaica, “You can leave.” He had no problem obeying her; after all he had got what he needed before he entered the room, his money. When Chocolate began to leave she told him, “No, you stay.” His frown quickly disappeared. Once the door was closed she instructed Chocolate to stand in front of her as she sat up on the bed. She then removed the condom from his penis and took him in her mouth. She sucked and jerked him repeatedly until she felt him jerk in her mouth. She quickly took her mouth off his penis and continued to jerk him all in one motion.
“Agh!” Chocolate moaned as he ejaculated all over her, with some of it hitting her chin.
“Wow…that was a lot,” she said shocked he came so much.
“It’s been a while,” Chocolate confessed.
“Well, was it worth it?” she asked teasing him.
“Of course,” he admitted. As he grabbed his shorts she used a towel that was lying on the side of the bed to wipe her self off. She then gathered her things and got dress. She was generally a clean person but she couldn’t bring herself to shower there, she had to be in her own home.
As she finished buttoning her shirt Prince knocked on the door. “Come in!” she said.
He opened the door slowly and stuck his head in before walking completely in. “I just wanted to make sure you was decent.” He had learned just because a female had certain sexual habits it didn’t mean she didn’t want to be treated with respect.
“Yes, I’m decent.”
“I take it everything went well?” Prince asked.
“Yes everything was fine,” she said as she went for her pocket book. Prince watched her as she removed her check book and began writing a check. She ripped it out and handed it to him. Prince looked it over and notice there was a little more than his usual $600 fee. “I left the brown skinned gentleman a tip. Please make sure he gets it.”
“I’ll see that he does,” Prince said before walking her out of the room. “Was everything up to your standards?”
“Somewhat, but I’m content,” she answered as they neared the front door.
“Well, I’ll make sure things are better the next time,” he assured her.
“I trust that you will,” she said politely. She then gave him a friendly hug and left heading straight for her Lexus SC.
Even though Mrs. Davis didn’t say it in so many words Prince knew what the problem was. It was Greg, the Jamaican. He had received several complaints about his behavior and inability to last long. As a person, he liked Greg but as a business man he had to sever ties with him. Prince dismissed the thought and went into his office. He had his cleaning lady go clean the room that Mrs. Davis had just occupied. He then put the check in his safe for deposit first thing in the morning. He glanced at his Bvalgari watch and saw that it was nearing 10 p.m. He knew the strip show would be ending soon and there would be a few females that were more than frisky.
As he stepped out of his office the show was ending and the ladies were beginning to leave, he over heard two of them talking about the stripper.
“Girl, did you see that thing? The brotha was working it!” one of them said in awe.
“Tell me about it. I would love to ride that pony,” her friend said as they both giggled like teenagers.
“You know that can be arraigned right?” Prince asked them with a friendly smile.
“No…that’s okay. My husband will kill me and him if he found out,” she said.
“Shit I’ma have to take you up on that offer one day because I ain’t neva seen nothing like that before,” the other female said.
“Then come see me. We can work something out,” Prince told her.
“I’ll make sure to do that,” the female said before leaving.
“I’m willing to take you up on that offer,” a short Hispanic female told Prince.
Prince smile and said, “When ever you’re ready.”
“There’s no time like the present,” she said with a seductive smile.
“Well why don’t you step inside my office,” Prince told her as the remainder of the females left.
As they entered the office he asked her, “What are you looking for exactly?”
“Something more than the basic. A little bondage and light pain,” she answered.
“That’s not a problem. My guy can make sure it hurts oh so good,” Prince assured her as he sat on the edge of his desk.
“How much?” she asked.
“$300,” Prince answered.
“$300...that’s kinda steep just for sex,” she said.
“But you’re not paying just for sex. You get to relax in the comfort of one my best rooms. Which, by the way are equipped with everything you need and want, including a sex swing,” he told her with a warm smile. He knew she was thinking about it since she didn’t say anything. “And you saw what he’s working with. Now if 15 inches is too much for you then I’ll be happy to find someone a little smaller,” he told her.
“Okay…okay, you sold me. Which room do I go in?” she asked blushing.
“Well first there’s the matter of the money,” Prince told her.
“But of course,” she replied as she went in her purse. She removed the money and handed it over to Prince.
Prince counted it quickly and said, “Right this way.”
As he led her to a bedroom on the second floor she asked him, “What other kind of services do you provide?”
“What ever you’re looking for; I make fantasies come true. Be it a one time curiosity or a lifestyle you want to keep secret. No matter what, privacy and secrecy is a must so you never have to worry about anything happening here and people finding out outside,” he assured her as they stopped at the room.
“Do you make tapes?” she asked as they stood at the door way.
“If that’s your thing,” he said.
“Yes I want to record it,” she replied.
“That’s not a problem,” he said as he led her to a room a further down the hall. He opened the door to the dimly lit room and told her, “I think you’ll find everything to you liking. You can place your clothes on the table and your company will be here in a minute. If you wanna take a shower when you done let me know. I’ll show you where it is.”
“Okay, thank you,” she said as she went in the room. Prince gave her a warm smile as he closed the door behind her.
The Hispanic lady wasted no time getting comfortable. As she removed her clothes she looked around at the shackles on the wall, a bungee sex swing hanging from the ceiling, and hands and legs restraints on each column of the four poster bed. As she sat down, bouncing on it lightly to test it out, her partner walked in. He was wearing an executioner’s mask with tight black shorts that showed off the huge bulge in his pants, and a small leather whip in his hand. She smiled just knowing he would make her night. Even though she had seen him earlier she took a moment to take him all in. he was light skinned, with light brown eyes, he stood 5’11” and his chiseled 210 lbs. made him look like a god.
“You gonna beat me wit that?”
“If you don’t behave I am,” he answered.
“Well why don’t you come over here and show me what to do,” she suggested with a smile. He walked over to here and stuck out his hand. As she reached for it he snatched her off the bed. “Starting rough huh? I like it already.”
He led her to the wall where the shackles were and cuffed her to them facing the wall. He pressed up against her and whispered in her ear, “You ready for the time of you’re life?”
“Give it to me,” she replied as she felt his penis press against her lower back and ass. She wondered how long he would take before he gave her some of it.
“Slap!” The first hit from the whip broke her concentration and made her body buck on impact. “Shit,” she let out trying to stifle her scream.
“You holding it in huh? I like that. That only make me hit you harder,” he told her as he cocked his hand back for another swing.
“Slap!” The second swing came full force hitting her in the same spot, across her lower back.
“I’m sorry daddy. I won’t hold it in any more,” she pleaded.
“Slap!” The next swing came causing her to scream, “Damn!”
“What’s your name?” he asked in a menacing voice. “Rosa,” she quickly replied.
“Tell me Rosa, was you behaving yourself today?” he asked her.
“Yes,” she replied.
Slap! “You’re lying. I felt the way you was grabbing my dick earlier!”
“That’s because I wanted it. I wanted to feel it inside me,” she confessed.
“So why didn’t you just ask?” he asked toying with her.
“I don’t know,” she replied.
“You think you can take all this dick?” he asked as he rubbed himself against her.
“I can try,” she conceded as she pressed back against him, feeling him throb on her.
“You better or else I’m gonna chain you back up and beat you again,” he told her as he began to undo her shackles.
He led her to the bungee swing next using his strength to lift her up and physically place her in it. “I love a strong man,” she said seductively. His smirk could be seen through the lower part of the executioner’s mask. “Can I see your sexy face?”
“If you be a good bitch and take all this dick I’ll take my mask off,” he told her bluntly. As she got comfortable in the swing he removed his tight shorts revealing all 15 inches of his penis; her face lit up.
“I’ma ask you again; are you ready for the pain?” he asked massaging himself. She just smiled ready for the experience. She had never had some one that even came close to his size, but she was willing to try it out. Once his penis was fully erect it looked as if it had grown. He rolled the Magnum XXL condom on and neared her as her legs remained open in anticipation. He reached between her legs and rubbed her vagina. “I see you like the beating I gave you.”
“A good beating always make my pussy wet,” she replied seductively. He pulled her and the swing closer as he rubbed the head of his penis against her vagina before pushing it in slowly. She was just the way he liked it; tight.
“Shit,” she moaned as she gripped the swing.
“I thought you could take it?” he asked as he pushed deeper.
“Gimme a minute,” she said as he began to stroke her never going deeper than half way. With in minutes her moans of pain turned into sounds of pleasure. Her vagina became wetter and she was ready for some more. “Gimme more.”
He pushed deeper letting her get use to it before he began moving again. “Is that enough?”
She shook her head yes as she clenched her lips together from the pain. He still had a good five inches to give her and he was determined to give it to her. When he felt the tightness of her vagina ease up he began pumping away. Slowly at first, but it wasn’t long until he was picking up speed. “Oh shit…yeah right there,” she moaned as she felt herself getting ready to climax.
“Did I give you permission to cum on my dick?” he asked menacing.
“I couldn’t help it. The dick is good,” she confessed. He timed her perfectly, right before she was about to reach the height of her climax he grabbed her by the throat squeezing slightly. He then pulled her and the swing closer, holding it steady as he pushed deeper. “Shit…oh god…shit!” she screamed.
“Yeah, you wanted it so now you got it,” he said as he stood close to her, fully inside her. She grabbed his back and dug her nails in him. He choked her slightly as he eased out of her and then pushed back inside.
After about the fourth stroke she was climaxing harder than she had ever had. “Damn it...oh god…damn it!” she screamed as the orgasm ripped through her body. Her vaginal fluids squirted out all over his and her legs.
“Ay dios...Yo nunca avenido asi antes,” she said in Spanish as she tried to catch her breath.
“I like that Spanish shit. You ready for more?” he asked her.
“Yes, but take off your mask,” she told him. He obliged her, tossing his mask on the floor. She smiled now that she was able to see his face.
He lifted her up from the swing while his penis remained inside her and carried her to the bed. Since her legs were still wrapped around his waist when they got to the bed he gave her three good thrusts causing her to jump in the air.
“Ay papi,” she said seductively in Spanish as she caressed his bald head.
“You ready to be a good bitch and get on your knees and take this dick?”
“Ooh…I love it on my knees. Can I taste it first?” she asked with a seductive smile.
“You can taste it after I finish doing my thing,” he told her sternly. This pleased her even more; she wanted to be dominated and her request was really a test to see if he would remain in control. He lifted her off his penis and tossed her on the bed. Her face lit up with excitement from the roughness.
“Get on your knees!”
She obeyed him as she got on her knees, put her ass in the air and her face against the mattress. “That’s right; face down ass up,” he said as he slid inside her. He instantly felt her muscles tighten up as she gripped the sheets. He stroked her a little at first before pushing deeper.
“Ooh Papi…wait,” she pleaded as he reached the half way mark of his penis.
“Wait? That’s not the way you ask,” he said bluntly as he pushed deeper.
“Papi!” she screamed as she attempted to move out of the way.
“Um hmm, I knew you couldn’t take this monster dick,” he said as he held her by the waist and with a hand full of hair.
“Papi wait...please!” she begged as he put his right leg up on the bed for leverage and proceeded to pound harder. Even though it was hurting her he was still pleasing her. She climaxed twice with in ten minutes.
He pulled out of her and walked over to where the whip was laying. He grabbed it and walked back over to Rosa, who was still on her knees. “Slap!” The first swing connected with her ass causing her to run. “Why did you lie to me?!” he demanded.
“I’m sorry. I thought I…I could take it,” she admitted as she sat against the wall totally submissive.
“Get on your back,” he demanded as he tossed the whip on the bed. She moved closer to him and spread her legs as she lay on her back. “You gonna take this dick and love it! You hear me?” he barked as he got between her legs while stroking his erection at the same time.
She quickly shook her head yes as he prepared to enter her. “Wait,” she said stopping him as she lifted her legs up for more comfort. He quickly grabbed her left leg as he pushed inside her. Her body tensed up as she received him.
“Shit,” she moaned from the pain that quickly turned to pleasure. When he pushed all the way inside her she placed her hands on his chest and said, “Take it easy…seriously.” She was tired of the roll playing and came to the conclusion that she really couldn’t take the size of his penis. All she wanted to do now was enjoy it.
He laid half way on top of her, as to not smother her small frame, as he held one of her legs up and stroked nice and slow. She became so wet that he could feel her vaginal fluids leaking onto his scrotum; there was no doubt in his mind that she had soaked up the sheets under them. “Ooh this feels good,” she moaned in his ear as she buried her face in the crook of his neck. As he cupped her ass she whispered, “Play wit it papi.”
He obliged her and began to finger her anus. When he felt how slippery it was he eased his finger inside; she immediately clenched up gripping her muscles. “Papi…papi...papi,” she pleaded as she began to have another orgasm.
When she squirted this time it was more intense as her legs shook and her body stiffened. When he felt her liquids gush on his hand he pushed deeper inside her, picking up the pace. She could see he was about to cum so she said, “No let me suck it.” He didn’t want to stop but he did.
He pulled out of her and stood as she sat up on the bed. “Shit my nerves are still shaking,” she confessed as she tried to regain her composure. He pulled the large condom off and stood in front of her in anticipation as he rubbed himself.
“Come closer,” she said as he grabbed hold of his penis. She took him into her mouth, sucking and slobbering on him as she jerked him.
His head rolled back in ecstasy as she took as much of him as she could in her mouth. As she sucked him she massaged his balls. “You like that papi?” she asked as she looked at him.
“Yeah, that feels good,” he admitted as he closed his eyes and enjoyed the oral pleasure.
With in minutes she felt him jerk. “Asi es papi,” she said egging him on as she jerked him. She spat on the head of his penis for lubrication and jerked it faster.
“Agh shit!” he screamed as he ejaculated on her. She never moved out of the way as his sperm landed on her face. He reached out and held her head in place as he continued to cum.
“That’s it papi…give it to me,” she said as she closed her eyes and enjoyed it.
“Agh…agh,” he moaned as he finished. “Shit,” he added afterward.