Off the Chain Euftis Emery
Also by Euftis Emery
Off the Chain Volume 2
So you want me to do what???
Revenge – Between my lover’s legs…
Keisha
Coming Soon
Table of Contents
Bad Boys
Bathroom Break
BlackPlanet
Consensual Rape
Drive By
Drive By Remix
Ebony Lace
Exit 141
Face-Off
False Pretenses
Grass, Ass, Or Cash…No One Rides For Free
Good Things Can Cum In Small Packages
Horny In the Motor City
Pumpkin
Show Me
Teasing Lynette
The Room
The Urge
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ISBN 0-9777112-0-X
© 2005, Euftis Emery
Cover design by Euftis Emery; Cover models Euftis, Cocoa
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Introduction
Freaks have no boundaries
no inhibitions...
no reserves.
Freaks aren’t shy
about what they do
and how they do
as long what they do
pleases who they are with.
Freaks comes in all shapes
sizes and colors..
I think Whodini said it best
that they make real good lovers.
Freaks can create places
to make love
when the nature rises
and the passion for their partner
can’t be contained in a simple room.
Freaks cannot be bound
by space or time
but seek opportunity
to be free
and let the passions flow
and drip
and some don’t particularly care
who sees.
So this book is dedicated
to those with open minds
and freaky hearts...
the ones that aim to please
right from the start!
The freak in me
toasts the freak in you
and you
and you and you too!
Copyright © 2004 by Scream_Rrmt
Preface
This book represents a metamorphosis for me. A metamorphosis of sexual transformation. I have always been a freak. However, my sexuality has always been repressed. Repressed by parents, friends, and lovers. I am no longer repressed. I am no longer bound.
This book contains short stories along the lines of Zane’s - Sex Chronicles I and II but told from a male perspective. The stories are based on my life and those of my friends. The stories described in this book are outside of the norm, taboo, off the friggin’ chain. Prudes, hypocrites, the inhibited, and saved folks need not pick up this book. You will be offended.
This book does not follow a chronological order. I skip around quite a bit. You can read the stories individually or you can attempt to put the jig saw pieces together and read the stories in chronological order. Read the book however you wish. I hope that you enjoy it.
Euftis Emery
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Bad Boys
I was working on a project for the Department of Defense in Dayton, Ohio. The job was my first exposure to White Collar Welfare. You may be wondering what I'm talking about. Let me explain. The military contracted the consulting company I worked for to build a Human Resources application for them. However, the software would never be put into production, it would be vapor ware.
In layman's terms, the military contracted 150+ consultants to develop software for them that they would never use. Why you may ask? They did it because they had millions of dollars in a budget that they needed to be spent. If they did not spend the money, Congress would not reallocate the funds for them the next year. Thus, they contracted several consulting companies to write some software for them that they never intended on using to burn the budget. Your tax dollars at work. Don't you just love it?
This project was my first foray into Federal contracts and I found myself very disenchanted with the entire system. To make matters worse, my piece of the project was run by dual management. Five different consulting companies worked on the project spread out in six different departments.
Testing
Data Administration
Network Administration
Process Modeling
Programming
Quality Assurance
CSC, the company I worked for, and Anderson consulting was considered the primary company and was given dual management responsibilities. Therefore, each department had two managers, one from CSC and one from Anderson Consulting doing the exact same job. Did this make sense? Hell no! White-collar welfare at its best.
I had just gotten out of a meeting with my dual managers to discuss my budget. Someone took a little over 60% of my department’s hours without my consent or informing me. Everyone who consults in some form knows that hours translates into money (dolla dolla ya'll) and the removal of over half my department’s hours heralded our near departure from the project and money stolen out of my pocket.
I had spent forty frustrating minutes trying to alert my dumb ass manager to the sleight of hand that his Anderson Consulting counterpart was attempting. My CSC manger was clueless, however, my slimy Anderson Consulting manager knew full well that I had busted his ass and finally agreed that I should talk to accounting and appropriate the hours that I needed from the departments that were ahead of schedule (i.e., had my money).
I headed over to the accounting office to talk to Lvette and Harry the dual accountants on the project. Yes, their job was duplicated as well. Your tax dollars at work!
Lvette was one of the few blacks working for Anderson Consulting on the project and she was fine as hell. She reminded me of the chick who played Sissy in the movie CB4 with Chris Rock. I have a thing for dark skinned women. I love big lips. I adore big eyes. I lust after a big butt. I'm intrigued with big legs especially if they are bowed. I appreciate long pretty hair. Lvette had all the above. As I said, she was fine as hell.
Harry was my road dawg. He was one of the few managers that I respected on the project. Harry was a smooth talking, polished, and traveled professional brotha from Greensboro, North Carolina. He managed the millions of dollars pouring into the project with Lvette and I had much respect for him. When Harry wasn't handling his business he was handling some female. He was a predator and females were his prey. As I said, I had much respect for him. He was a kindred spirit.
I knocked on the accounting office door and heard the familiar voice of Lvette telling me to come in. "Hey Euftis. Close the door. You know I can't work with all that noise out there. You looking for Harry", she said.
Lvette stood up to put some files in a file cabinet and when her back turned my mouth fell open and my eyes rolled up in my head from the vision of her fineness. Lvette was my epitome of how a woman should be shaped up and I lusted over her ass. She wore a white suit (waist length jacket and a matching dress with a rectangular plunging neck line) with white shoes. The outfit was more appropriate for church than work in my opinion but I didn't mind because her coke bottle shape was working the hell out of it.
She put the file away, closed the cabinet and turned around to face me with a warm smile on her face. I quickly put my face back together before she turned around. Lvette was a married woman, and although I did casually flirt with her from time to time I didn’t want her to see me with my tongue hanging out of my mouth.
"I came by for business not to chat Lvette. But after seeing you in that outfit. I'm glad Harry’s not here", I said laughing.
"Don't start Euftis", she said as the smile on her face got even bigger.
"Okay. I won't say anything. I'll just look", I fired back as I moved a spare chair up to her desk. I stared down her low cut top and salivated at the sight of her large teardrop shaped breasts. Lvette knew what I was doing but played it nonchalantly and allowed my eyes to travel up and down her cleavage.
"I tell you. You and Harry have everyone on this project so fooled. They think you two are so conservative and square. If only they knew what bad boys the two of you really are. Now stop! Before I pinch you."
"If you pinch me then I'm going to retaliate and spank you. I don't want to do it Lvette, but I will. It will be for your own good."
“No. I don't need to be spanked. You want to spank me? Don't you?"
"I most assuredly do!"
"Well you’re not! So now what do you need", she said smiling enjoying the playful banter.
"I'm in here ‘cause your people are acting up again", I said with a sour look on my face.
"Uhhhh Ohhhh, what did Steve do", she said instantly knowing the source of my problems.
"Lvette, I need your help to allocate some funds for my department. That fucking asshole Nazi wannabe took 60% of my budget and didn't think that I would notice.
"Euftis! Do you have to talk like that?"
"I'm sorry Lvette. But you know I hate those Anderson bastards, present company excluded of course. I know you keep a weekly history of all the budgets before they are updated on the server. Can we look at your history and see who messed with my budget. I know it was Steve, but he's trying to play me stupid like he didn't do it."
"I'll do a comparison of the current budget against last weeks and see what is going on."
Lvette worked her magic and confirmed what I already knew. That my budget had been sliced up and served like a Thanksgiving turkey to other Anderson managers and that my Anderson manager Steve was the culprit.
"Well Euftis you’re right. Steve was responsible for taking your budget. I'll take the hours from every department that has excess and put you back where you were. You’re on it! You know that's why they don't like you? They can't run you like most of the other CSC managers. Let's make a list of all the departments where we are going to take hours from with the amounts so that you can get Steve's approval before you do it. And don't tell him that I helped you. Tell him you worked it out with Harry."
"I got your back", I said. "And thanks for having mine. I know better that to tell him that you helped me Lvette."
For the next twenty minutes Lvette helped me to reallocate the hours that I needed for my department to continue on the project. We were almost done with the task when Harry walked in.
“Mr. Emery. Sawubona!"
"Hey man." , I laughed. "What are you talking about?"
"That's hello in Zulu. Unjani?"
"Oooookay...." , I said with eyebrows raised. "And that means...what?"
"That means…how are you? in Zulu."
"I'm good man."
"Zulu is a pretty easy language to learn and pronounce versus Twi, Ga and the other West African languages" , Harry commented matter of fact.
"Ohhhh, so I see that your new girlfriend is teaching you well."
"Yebo. That means yes."
Harry had been doing (among others) a phat ass African sista who was obviously giving him more of an education then just sex.
Lvette, listening to the dialog, shook her head and rolled her eyes. "I should tell Kathy on you."
"Uhhh ohh! Lvette's going to bust you", I said playfully.
"She can tell her whatever she wants to. I'm thinking about following your lead and giving her some walkin’ papers.”
Both Harry and I had made major mistakes and married the wrong women. My personal philosophy was ...get rid of her at any cost, and I was completing the first of a three year plan to divorce mine. Harry on the other hand had the old, ...it's cheaper to keep her, philosophy and maintained his women on the side to keep his sanity. For him to do an about face in his personal philosophy was shocking.
"Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaat! I can't believe that you’re saying that. What's going on? I thought she had cleaned up her act", I said.
"The same shit. Her lack of respect, attitude and spending habits. Euftis, she was spending $1000+ a month. She ran up all the credit cards. Then when I quit giving her cash and made her account for what she spent she pitched a bitch."
"So what did you do", I asked.
"I cut off all the cash completely and cancelled her credit cards."
"Dazzzzamn", I remarked.
"And get this. On another account she was writing bad checks. I paid the bitch off and closed that to. I told her ass she needs to get a job. That she needs to be responsible. Do you know the crazy woman had the nerve to go to her momma and tell her she would have been gone if not for that fact that I owned their mortgage." , he said in indignation.
“Damn, how do you know that", I exclaimed.
"‘Cause I recorded their asses."
"Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaamn!"
"Yeap. You know that X-cam shit you hooked me up to? I bought three of those cameras and had them installed while she was out of town last month at her family reunion. Now I can just tune into what she's doing right here at work. Last week her momma came over and they were talking about me. I recorded that shit."
"X-cam is the shit ain't it? You didn't tell me you got some of those cams" , I said as Lvette made a loud sigh in disgust while burying her face into a spreadsheet. Harry and I ignored her remark and continued our conversation.
"I didn't want you thinking’ I was slippin’ or trippin’ man. After all, I did mentor you so that you could get your degree at the Ike Turner School of Bitch Management", he said as we both busted out laughing.
"Lord help them", Lvette exclaimed in displeasure as she ceased pretending to ignore us and turned around to glare at both of us.
Although I grew up with my father in the home he was never there and thus I was raised by my mother. She taught me very well on how to be a gentleman and treat a lady. However, she didn't teach me that all women are not ladies and thus do not need to be treated as such.
As a result, I was in a marriage with a trifling, selfish woman who was out of control. I was at my wits end after years of gentle talking and sacrifice to try to get an unworthy woman who I had the misfortune of loving to change. Harry, ten years my senior, had taken me under his wing and enlightened me to the mysteries of Ike Turner. A lot of people will have issues with me saying this: but there are times when it is valid and necessary for a brotha to tighten up his pimp hand.
"You should have seen the look on their faces when I played it back to them", Harry said.
"Tighten up your pimp hand playa", I said laughing almost falling out of my chair.
"After I found out how her momma was talking about me, I had all the utilities turned off at their house. You know I'm supporting their broke asses. No water, gas, or phone."
"Naw naw playa! Don't go gorilla pimp on ‘em. Kindler gentler pimp dawg. Be the kind gentle pimp", I said while laughing my ass off.
"Fuck that! Ike Turner! It's time to put my degree to work." , he said in a straight face while I almost passed out from laughing so hard. "Her punk ass daddy came over crying asking why I turned all his shit off. So I played the video for his ass. After he watched it he smacked the shit out of Kathy."
"Daaaaaaaaaaaamn! He slapped Kathy?"
“He...sure...did! He couldn't believe the things she was saying about me after all I have done for her and them."
"Wow. I'm sorry man. It's fucked up that good brotha's get attached to these messed up women", I said somewhat seriously.
"Don't be sorry. This is yet another learning lesson for me. I thought it was black women at first, so I did the white thang. They all wrong", he said getting a little country as he always did when he was upset.
I bit my tongue and didn't comment. I am of the opinion that there are too many sista’s out there to do the white thang. Harry had lived with his baby momma who was black for eight years but married his current white wife after only knowing her for three months. I thought Harry was wrong for that, but had always kept my opinion to myself.
"That's…what your ass…gets.....", Lvette commented sarcastically as we continued to ignore her.
"I would try a Lucy Liu or something, but hell they can fight. You don't want to go Ike Turner on one of them!"
"You’re crazy man", I said laughing. "But she will regret everything. And when she
does, that's when you twist the knife and make her ass suffer even more", I said with
an evil gleam in my eye.
“Oh it's hitting her now. I gave her Mustang to my niece in Tennessee and slowly all the material things she loves so much ain't there. For Mother's Day, I had a cookout and what was so funny about it was that it was only for my mother. Kathy and her mother were there and they expected to get something. When the boxes were all brought out and my momma got all of them you should have seen their faces break."
"You are viscous man", I said laughing. "But I like that shit!"
"See. You are and me are just alike. We're good people until we get mad."
Lvette got up to file away the thick folder of spreadsheets that she had been
reviewing. My eyes immediately locked onto her analyzing her every movement.
"She's lookin’ good today...ain't she", Harry asked in a low conspiratorial voice.
"Mmmmmm...ohhh yea", I purred longing for of piece of her.
"I already got some of that today. And I'm going to get some more before the day is over."
"No you didn't!"
"Yes I did. Ask her. She'll tell you."
"Did you give him some Lvette?", I mischievously asked as she headed back to her
chair. When I asked the question, she turned sharply facing us putting her hands on
her hips and stomping her right foot for emphasis. I watched the wave of jiggling
flesh as it traveled up her leg and rustled her ample breasts and moaned
imperceptibly to myself. I was a little upset though because I didn't get to see her ass
jiggle since she was facing me. I imagined what it looked like though and my
imagination revealed a glorious sight.
No! Harry just felt up on my butt and breasts like he always does. It was
nothing more than that Euftis", she said tuning to sit in her chair.
Harry felt up Lvette and several other women on the project on a daily
basis. No joke! I do mean daily. I was amazed and envious with how he got
away with it. I would never have the nerve to feel up a woman I was
working with on the job unless I was dating her. Harry was the poster boy
for the lecherous manager. Making sexual comments and feeling up any
woman he wanted to at will. Harry was so smooth that he was even on
first name basis with Lvette's husband. Although Harry was my dawg. He
would never meet the wife and I kept him away from my side pussy. Just as
a woman is stupid if she has a woman that she knows is a ho around her
man. A man is asinine if he has an unrepentant doggy dog around his
woman.
"I love ya dawg. But your ass will never be left alone with one of my
women", I thought to myself. I turned around and gave Harry an
admiring smile. "Damn Harry! I got to give you your props. You’re the man
dawg."
"Ohhhhh boys....", Lvette said in a sultry voice. Harry and I turned around
and were struck speechless. Lvette had turned her chair around to face us,
sat down in it and had pulled her skirt up and over her crotch. "Look. I have
a big hole in my stockings", she said.
Harry and I looked at each other dumb struck to ensure we both were not
insane. After seeing the shocked expression on each other’s faces, confirming
we both saw the same thing. We both leaped out of our chairs to stand over
Lvette. "Look how big it is! I don‘t know how I did that", Lvette said while
rolling her finger around the perimeter of the hole on her inner thigh.
I wasn't thinking about how big the hole was but how big the pubic mound
was between her legs. She didn't have on any panties under the stockings
and her unshaved pubic area was clearly visible beneath her white stockings.
Almost in unison Harry and my hands shot out. Harry’s stuck both of his
hands down Lvette’s top, while my hand shot between her legs.
“No…no”, Lvette whimpered unconvincingly as I palmed her
woman hood.
“You can’t say no now”, Harry said while kneading her breasts.
“Uhhh uhhh baby. You know you want this. Don’t you”, I said while
rubbing the hot area between her legs. I pulled her stockings tight pulling
them up and into her opening. A stain of moisture spread outward from the
center. I leaned forward and pressed my lips against her ear as I moved the
material of her stockings back and forth across her engorged clit. “You want
this. Don’t you? You can tell us. You want it…don’t you”, I whispered in
her ear.
“Yes”, Lvette whispered back.
“Tag team Euftis”, Harry exclaimed excitedly. “You close the shades and
I’ll lock the door.”
While I proceeded to close the shades, Harry walked over to the door and
locked it. He had one of the few offices blessed with a lock since he handled
all of the project’s financial records. I closed the shades and as I walked back
over to the chair where Lvette was sitting I unzipped my pants and let my
dick dangle. Harry walked back over and did the same.
“You got those big, fat dicks just…hangin‘….”, she moaned as she looked
back and forth from one dick to another.
Harry and I both like our dicks sucked before anything else. We
Intentionally jutted them out on either side of Lvette waiting for her to suck
them. To my dismay and probably to Harry’s, she didn’t suck them though.
Just looked back and forth at each of our tools while breathing deeply.
Since she didn’t slob it down like I was hoping, I went back to feeling her
up between the legs. I pulled her forward in her chair a bit and put each leg
over an arm rest so I could spread her legs wider. I then reached forward
and firmly gripped the seam of the panty hose just under her crotch. Lvette
sensed that I intended to rip open her hose. “Don’t rip them Euftis. Let me
take them off”, she begged.
I ignored her pleas and ripped out the material from just under her crotch
just below her waist. “Mmmmmmmm….”, I moaned looking down on her
with her legs spread in the chair and her lower region exposed. I fell to my
knees moaning and slowly and very lightly ran my tongue around her clit.
“You nasty Euftis!”, Harry exclaimed while burying his right hand down
Lvette's top while holding her face with his free hand and pressing the
length of his dick against her cheek. “ I ain’t eaten no pussy!”
Harry was straight up old school when it came to sex. His idea of foreplay
was getting his dick sucked and his idea of freaky was hittin’ it doggy style.
"Good! Then there will be more for me", I fired back. I reached up with
both hands and gently spread her apart so I could slowly lick her inner lips.
I looked up into Lvette's eyes as she watched me slurp up her essence. I
could tell by the expression on her face that she appreciated the oral
attention I was showing her. When our eyes locked I lunged forward and
sucked hard on her clit. The sudden change of tactics caught her off guard
and she immediately had an overwhelming orgasm.
"Arrrrggghhhhhh.....", she screamed as she came for me.
"Damn Euftis", Harry hoarsely whispered alarmed. "You’re going to get us
busted! Ease up on her a bit so she quiets down!"
I had to agree with Harry that Lvette was pretty loud. I was just about to
ease up on her a bit when she found a means of muffling her sounds of
pleasure by grasping Harry by his testicles and sticking over half of his
member into her mouth. She slurped on it loudly while moaning from me
eating her. Lvette was a good little church girl and I was convinced she
didn't suck dick. Especially after we put our jive right in her face and she
just looked at it. I was pleased and impressed to see her greedy technique
once she got heated.
“Yea…yeaaaaa….hell yea”, Harry groaned as Lvette slurped on him like he
was a melting bomb pop on a hot summer day.
Watching her suck his dick got me even more excited and I sucked her clit
even harder. The increased sensation caused her to lose concentration and
Harry’s penis slipped out of her mouth sliding down her cheek to her
shoulder.
“Daaaamn ! She was working you over dawg! I think I want some of
that”, I said gleefully getting ready to stand up so I could get some oral
attention.
Lvette, however, had other plans though because she crossed her leg
around my back and gripped the back of my head with her hand and
pulled my face back between her legs.
“Get back to what you were doin‘” , Harry ordered and Lvette once again
enveloped him with her mouth.
I shook my face from side to side and hummed on her clit. To Harry’s
dismay, she lost her concentration again turning her head to watch what I
was doing while almost clawing the upholstery off the arm rest on the chair.
She obviously liked it, because she squeezed my head digging her nails into
my bald scalp but not breaking the skin. As I worked her over, I unbuckled
my belt and allowed the pants to my suit to drop down around my ankles. I
was ready for some deep penetration.
I placed my arms under her knees as I arose off the floor. The leverage of
the position lifted her butt from the chair as I stood up. Sergio (that’s the
name of my dick for those of you who don’t know) was rigid and throbbing.
Anticipating the delicious entry into her inviting opening. Lvette
whimpered like a punished child as she stared intently between my legs
waiting for me to enter her. Taking small stutter steps, I slowly pushed the
back of the chair against Lvette’s desk. After all, I didn’t want her pussy
running away from me while I was hittin’ it.
I got on my toes and slowly lowered myself down and inside her. Lvette had
a delicious moisture consistency. Her wetness was a mixture of creamy and oily and she felt so very wonderful. Good pussy is not just a factor of tightness and appearance. But it entails how a woman gets wet as well. Women have varying degrees of wetness (i.e., dry, moist, wet, and dripping) and within that, different textures of feeling (i.e., watery, creamy, and oily). Being the pussy connoisseur that I am, when fucking, I prefer a wet and creamy or oily texture. She was creamy and oily which gave me an additional treat. I prefer a different consistency when eating pussy. But I’ll save that for another story.
I lowered myself into her slowly until I was halfway embedded and then rammed myself in to the end of my length. Lvette dug her nails into my armsand the back of the chair made a loud knocking sound on the desk which reverberated to the wall. She looked so damn good, legs wide open, phat ass up in the air that I just wanted to beat that good pussy up. But I had to chill because it would make far too much noise, so I settled for some nice deep grinding instead.
“It’s good. Ain’t it U” , Harry murmured. “She’s a snapper? Ain’t she? I know snapper pussy when I see it? It’s good? Ain’t it?”
“Yeeaaaaaaaa…… It’s good dawg. Real good”, I moaned as I grinded to the right and then grinded back to the left.
Lvette’s head rolled from side to side open-mouthed with her eyes rolled back in her head. On a control tip. I love it when I have a woman like that. It tells me that my dick is good and satisfying and I get off on it.
Although the grinding was good, I wanted to feel the sensation of stroking her pussy. “Will you stand up for me so I can hit it from behind”, I asked her in a deep low voice. “Yesssss….”, she replied huskily with heavy lidded eyes.
I grudgingly pulled out of her and stood up. Lvette got out of the chair and walked over to Harry’s desk. She looked so damn good with her dress pulled up around her waist. I grasped my dick and squeezed it with each step that she took eager to stick it back up in her again.
She hitched one leg on the desk and straddled her body along the side of it while her other leg was outstretched and on the floor. “I don’t like sloppy seconds. But that looks so good I think I’m going to call next”, Harry said.
“Uhhhh uhhhh… I don’t think so OG. I’m not done with her yet”, I replied as I prepared myself to receive my offering. I walked up behind her and proceeded to rip the back out of her stockings just like I ripped out the front. I then took a hold on her ample hips and began to deep stroke her wet pussy.
“Ooooohhhhhh yes”, I moaned as I delighted in deep stroke ecstasy.
“Don’t cum in me Euftis”, Lvette said somewhat alarmed. She must have assumed with all the moaning and talking that I was doing that I was on the brink of busting.
Although I had things well under control I was ready to cum. After all, I couldn’t do her all day. I pulled out and ran the length of Sergio along the crack of her ass. I alternated by pulling back and rubbing the head of my dick in circular motions around her anus. Each time I did it, she would claw the top of her desk and arch her back wonderfully.
“No…no…no! This church girl don’t take it in the ass”, I thought to myself. I rubbed the head of my dick on her anus again and she repeated the same actions. “Shit all she can do is say no”, I thought as I decided to go for broke and slowly began to insert Sergio into all dat azz. To my amazement and pleasure, she reached back and spread it for me so I could stick it deeper up in there.
“You is a nasty nigga Euftis”, Harry commented.
I ignored him and continued to slowly push deeper into her plump derriere. “Daaaamn”, I thought. “Church girl gets down like this!”
I had about a third of my dick in her ass when she turned around and looked me dead in the eyes. “sssssssssHaaaaa that’s it! Gimme that dick”, she said. What the fuck did she do that for?
Few things will make me lose control and go over the brink. A woman with pretty eyes who looks back and talks to me while I’m hittin’ it is one of those things. I don’t know what it is about it. But if that occurs…I loose it. So when she looked back and said that shit I experienced immediate sensory overload and began to bust a big fat one.
I started to pull out as I began to cum. I didn’t want to disobey her edict that I not cum in her. But she shocked me again by backing that thang up on my spamming dick while frantically playing with her pussy. I guess the rule to not come in her pussy didn’t apply to her ass. I fell back to the file cabinet spent while she continued to shake and moan on the desk.
“Neeeeeeext”, Harry exclaimed while sitting in Lvette’s chair. “Come over here and finish sucking my dick Lvette.”
Lvette walked over to Harry and dropped to her knees. She just stared at his dick for several moments just short of worshipping it. I have seen and enjoyed women who loved to suck a dick. Not like mind you. Love. Lvette was a lover of sucking dick. She began by lapping at the head of his dick like a dog lapping water from its bowl.
“Yeaaaaa…ohhhhh yeaaaa. That’s good. It’s so good. She suckin’ it good U….”, Harry began to mumble.
After lapping up his pre-cum she went down on it. Taking it in her mouth slurping and moaning. She expertly sucked Harry off. Knowing when to stop sucking and alternating to licking and biting his dick. Allowing himself to come down from the brink and regain control only to take him back to the brink by sucking it again.
Finally, Harry could take no more. “Take it Lvette! That’s it take it”, he coaxed her on as she increased her tempo this time giving him no respite. Soon Harry began to cum and Lvette leaned back a bit extending her tongue on the tip of his dick. This allowed her to taste his cum without swallowing it and still provided Harry with the sensation of her mouth on his dick while he came.
His thick cum trickled to the floor in a pool between her mouth and his dick. “Hooooo Boy!”, Harry sighed as he fell back spent into the chair.
“Mmmmmm…so I guess you liked that”, she said giggling.
Watching all that good dick sucking got me hard again and I stepped forward hard and ready for round two.
Lvette quickly got up with her arms outstretched. “No! Uhhhh uhhhh Euftis! That’s enough! You two have been teasing me every day since we started working together. I wanted you. Both of you. Now I gave you some and all of our curiosity is satisfied. “
“This is not going to be a regular event for the two of you. I want both of you to promise me. Promise me that you’re not going to tease me anymore. Do you promise”, she asked.
Harry and I looked at each other…satisfied…with big smiles on our face. “We promise Lvette”, we said in unison. “We promise...”
Bathroom Break
Cocoa started her Monday commute to work the way she always did. Riding shotgun while her sister drove them to their respective jobs in downtown Cincinnati. Or CinCity as the natives referred to it. It was a perfect morning in May. Cocoa hated the cold and was very glad that winter was officially done. Soon summer would hit in full force and she would get the heat that she so enjoyed. Although it was not quite as hot as she liked it, it was still a very beautiful day.
She happily chit chatted with her big sister. Jumping from topics about their kids, to the latest gossip, to where they intended on hangin’ out on Friday night. There was a lull in their conversation and Cocoa's attention drifted to the Doug Banks show on the radio. She busted out laughing when Coco Budda made yet another of his off hands jokes about DeDe. She loved her some Coco Budda and thought the brotha was off the hook.
In the middle of her laughter, her sister pulled up to the Carew Tower. She jumped out of the car and proceeded to her office saying goodbye to her sister and telling her to have a good day. She felt eyes on her and smiled to herself....confident because she knew she was looking good. Without heels, Cocoa was all of 5'4" and 115 pounds. She had a very dark complexion and was sporting a wrap that flowed down to her shoulders. On this day, she had decided to wear a black straight dress. Her large nipples hardened from the coaxing of the nice breeze that caressed her through the material. She was only an A-cup and thus normally didn't bother to wear a bra. Preferring the erotic feel of the various textures she wore to rub against her breasts.
As she quickly skipped up the steps to the front door she knew that she was .....hurten’ ‘em. Although she was not entirely pleased with her small breasts, she was very satisfied with how she was shaped up in the back. She had big sexy legs and a fat, tight ass that brotha's described as onion booty. She knew that the men watching her were mentally gripping their dicks watching her ass move as she aggressively headed up the steps.
Several hours’ later Cocoa sat in her cubicle thoroughly bored out of her mind. Rob, her scandalous ass boss, didn't bother to come in to work again. Preferring to opt out to either get some pussy, play golf or both. As his personal secretary it was her primary job to be on the lookout and page Rob if he needed to come in for a last minute meeting or appointment when he was on the down low. Cocoa really couldn't complain. Rob paid her very well and even allowed her to hire a temp who handled most of her work. Still, she wished she was at the park....getting pushed up against a tree......
Just then, a low chime rang out from her PC alerting her to the arrival of an IM message. She looked up at the IM dialog and saw that it was from a dude that she met at The Vibe over the weekend. Cocoa didn't feel that he was worthy of potentially being her man. But she liked how he looked and got his number and email in case she got horny one night and needed booty call. She was glad that he IM'd her. She could alleviate her boredom by teasing his ass she thought.
IamPackin : Hey little momma
IamPackin : What you up to?
Storm : nothing much what are you doing?
IamPackin : thinkin about you and how you looked in that tight dress
Storm : you liked how I looked?
IamPackin : I LOVED how you looked
IamPackin : why is your user name Storm?
Storm : same reason why yours is IamPackin
IamPackin : ??????????
Storm : Storm is the name of my pussy
IamPackin : Damn!!!!!! LOL Storm? what's up with that?
Storm : she's called Storm because not only does she get super wet
Storm : she RAGES...lol
IamPackin : Rages huh? So it's like that?
Storm : yea baby. it's LIKE that. think you handle it?
IamPackin : HELL YEA! I CAN HANDLE THAT SHIT!!!!!
IamPackin : look at MY name
Storm : so you think your packin?
IamPackin : Hell Yea I'm packin!
Storm : I like my dick loooooooooong and THICK
Storm : allot of nigga's claim to have it going on and ain't got shit
Storm : or they got the big dick and need to give it to someone else
Storm : so which are you?
IamPackin : you got jokes
IamPackin : accept this pic
Storm : .......
IamPackin : Problem? Can YOU handle THAT!
Storm : My mouth is open.
Storm : That's a nice ass dick.
Storm : Tell the owner of it to give me a call?
IamPackin : Ohh you got big jokes. Hell yea that's my dick!
IamPackin : And I can prove it by coming over
IamPackin : and stickin it in your mouth tonight
Storm : Is that a threat? I like suckin dick.
IamPackin : DAMN! Your gettin my dick hard!
Storm : Good. Cause staring at this pic of your dick is gettin my pussy
wet.
IamPackin : If you liked that, then accept this one.
IamPackin : this pic shows it hard
IamPackin : and I want to stick all that dick up in your little ass
IamPackin : walk into your house
IamPackin : as Dre says "...no hugs...no kisses"
IamPackin : just pull whatever you got on out of the way of that pussy
IamPackin : and FUCK YOU
IamPackin : whassup? why you so quite?
Storm : stop
IamPackin : what
Storm : stop talking to me about it
Storm : I'm at work
Storm : you sent me these pictures
Storm : tellin me how you would fuck me
Storm : I like how your dick looks
Storm : I like how I think it will feel up in me
Storm : You got me crossing my legs
Storm : so the juice won't run down them
Storm : stop...Okay
IamPackin : accept this pic
IamPackin : I'm holdin it in my hand and I'm cumin
IamPackin : so you can see how I would cum all over you
Storm : I told you to stop
Storm : now I'm going to have to do something
IamPackin : do what? shit! where you at? I can come down there
Storm : no. I'm going to the bathroom
Storm : I'm going to play with it
Storm : make myself cum
Storm : then I can concentrate
IamPackin : DAMN! I want to see that shit!
IamPackin : hit me back when your done
Storm : I will
Cocoa's point of no return had been reached. The thought of getting that dick! She needed to cum.....badly. If she didn't, she knew that she wouldn't be able to concentrate for the rest of the day and would have a headache that night. She almost ran to the elevator and took it six floors down to the 20th floor. She didn't know anyone on that floor and figured that if she got busted playing with her pussy no one would know who she was.
She walked into the bathroom and was immediately pissed because it was occupied. Three women were just hanging out talking at the sink and four of the six stalls in the bathroom were occupied. "I can't play with my pussy here!", she thought. So she went back to the elevator and went ten floors up to the 30th floor.
She walked into a copy of the bathroom she just left and found three of the six stalls were occupied. Disappointed, she went back to the elevator and went up four more floors to the 34th floor. She walked into the bathroom and found it empty, and immediately ran to the stall on the far left, walked in and closed the door.
She leaned her shoulders against a side of the stall, spread her legs apart and slowly pulled up her dress. She held the bottom of it with her left hand and pulled her sheer boy cut panties down around her thighs. She then alternated each hand holding the bottom of her dress up and pulled down the shoulders to her dress exposing her breasts. She lingered for a moment....slowly rolling her index finger around each thick, hard nipple. Her breathing became heavy and shallow as she savored the feeling of her hand on her body.
Cocoa then reached down with her hand and spread the lips of her tight....wet....pussy apart with her index and middle finger and slowly rolled her middle finger around her clit. "Uhhhhhhhhhhhh.....", was the sound that escaped her lips as her head tilted back against the side of the bathroom stall while closing her eyes.
As she rubbed her clit she imagined that hard dick....pressing against the opening of her pussy...rubbing up and down the wet slit. She imagined that he had her pinned against the wall and was getting ready to take her. She could imagine him grasping her ass with both hands and ramming his dick all up in her with no fanfare. Stroking her pussy, getting it accustomed to the width and length of his ample dick.
She imagined how when her pussy did become accustomed to his dick and it began move in and out of her pussy with no resistance, that he picked her up....pinning her further against the wall while impaling her between the legs at the same time. She visualized herself showing her appreciation of how he was fucking her by wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck and throwing all her hips onto his dick. Riding him as hard as she could...trying to force him to lose all control and cum all up in her pussy while she was cuming all over his dick.
As she imagined that, she began to finger herself, sliding her middle finger in her pussy....pulling it out and running the tip of her finger over her clit and then plunging it back into herself again. As the wave of her orgasm began to approach the shore she began to finger it faster....and...harder.
"Uhhhhh....Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh...Uhhhhhhh", she groaned as she was about to cum.
Just as she was about to explode a toilet flushed in the bathroom. Her eyes shot open wide and she immediately froze in position. "OHHHHHHHHH FUCK", she thought. "I didn't think anyone was in here.”
She knew the woman heard her playing with herself. But Cocoa was so scared and embarrassed that she didn't move.
The woman in the other stall walked slowly, and to Cocoa by the tempo of her heels on the floor...almost....hesitantly...to the sink. There she proceeded to wash her hands and upon completion turned around at the sink and didn't move.
Cocoa, still frozen in position, wondered if the woman was staring at the stall she was in and if so what the hell she wanted. "I'm on a mission...Bitch...", she thought. "Will you hurry up and get out of here!"
After a couple of minutes, the woman then walked out of the bathroom. As Cocoa heard the bathroom door shut, she closed her eyes and began to finger her now, rather wet, pussy again. At this point, she didn't want to risk another interruption, and decided to just play with herself hard and fast till she came to quickly get it over with. "I can have some quality play time when I get home tonight", she thought.
Five minutes later, she had built the wave back up again, and just before it crashed she heard a female voice say, "I'll lick that pussy for you..."
Cocoa's eyes shot open again and she retreated to the wall at the end of the stall. She was so shocked words could not escape her lips. She was utterly speechless! Standing right at her stall door was a woman. Looking into her stall through the small opening between the stall door and the wall. Cocoa noticed her feet under the door and could see that the woman was shoeless. When she acted like she left, she hadn't left at all but had taken off her shoes and snuck back to her stall and watched her while she played with herself. "She's been watching me", Cocoa thought.
"I'll lick your pussy for you.", the woman said again. Cocoa could only imagine how ridiculous she looked....dress pulled up...hand over her pussy....titties exposed. She was still to shocked to say a word and just stood there with her mouth wide open.
Cocoa then realized that she had seen the woman before. She had passed the sista from time to time...walking in and out of the building. The woman was 5'2, 160-180 pounds. She looked like she was from India. But she knew that she wasn't because Cocoa had overheard the woman going off on a white guy who tried to holla at her. When the guy asked her what she was....the woman responded...black. She had long good hair down to her shoulders, pretty C-cup breasts, thick legs twice the size of Cocoa's, and a phat heart shaped ass that she had jealously noticed more than a time or two brotha's staring at and lusting over.
Cocoa had evaluated the woman (as women do) and summed her up as cute. Now she was asking Cocoa if she could lick her pussy. "I'll lick your pussy for you. Open the door", the woman said calmly but with intensity.
Cocoa had been hit on by bi and lesbian women in the past and even had a close friend who was gay. Although, she had received offers from some attractive women...she had never...gone there. She loved the weight of a big dick in her mouth and pussy. She never had a problem getting a man and so she never had a reason fuck another woman. But here she was....pussy aching....totally exposed. She needed to cum....so badly....and she needed someone....to make her....cum....she didn't want to do it herself. So she stepped forward...reached up.....and unlocked the latch on the door.
A sly smile crept over the woman's face. She stepped into the stall and without turning around or her eyes leaving Cocoa's she stepped into the stall, closing the door with the weight of her body, reached behind her back and closed the lock on the door. She then reached up and gently grasped Cocoa by her shoulders, turned her around and pushed her back against the side of the stall wall. She then pulled her brightly colored orange and yellow dress up above her waist and got on her knees in front of Cocoa. Leaning forward, arching her back and rested on all fours her ample ass almost completely swallowed the black thong she had on. "Pull your dress back up", the woman instructed. And Cocoa, still speechless, did so.
The woman opened her mouth and slowly moved her face forward until it was two inches from Cocoa's pussy. She then looked up into Cocoa's eyes and held the look. Asking Cocoa without speaking to give it up.
Cocoa moaned a low guttural sound. She could feel the woman's hot breath between her legs and she waited with anticipation for the woman to lick her to a delicious climax. Cocoa was so....heated...so aroused....that she did not care that she was in a public bathroom getting ready to have her pussy eaten by another woman.
In that instant, the woman suddenly leaned forward, enveloping the inner and outer lips as well as her clit in her mouth. She sucked in her breath, forming an airtight seal around her outer lips and at the same time slowly ran the tip of her tongue from the bottom of her pussy, sticking her tongue two inches inside her slit up to and around her clit and back down again repeating the cycle.
As soon as the tongue hit her clit, Cocoa came all over herself and the woman's face. After each rep, the woman's tempo increased, until when she was at her 20th lap around Cocoa's pussy her tongue thrashed in-between her legs at a frenzied pace.
Cocoa couldn't take it anymore. She stood up straight; running away from the intense pussy licking the woman was putting on her and trying not to scream. The woman knew she had her and in one swift motion reached her arms up and around Cocoa's ass locking her by her thighs and pulled Cocoa down into a squatting position onto her face. She then shoved her tongue into Cocoa's opening. Pushing the tip of her tongue on the bottom wall, back and towards her anus and at the same time somehow undulated the base of her tongue against her clit.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Haaaaaa Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh", Cocoa screamed. "I'm cuming....I'm cuming..."I'm cuming...."
"Mmmmmmmmmmm", the woman purred as she enjoyed how Cocoa was cuming all over her face. She slowly rose up off the floor and when her mouth became parallel with Cocoa's breasts....she lingered a bit swirling her tongue around her large exposed nipples. “You tasted soooooo good baby....", she crooned in a sultry voice filled with lust. She then reached around Cocoa with both hands and squeezed her fat ass pulling her close and gave her a long....lingering wet kiss.
Cocoa marveled with how incredibly turned on she was. At first, she blamed her behavior on her horniness, but she had to admit to herself that she liked having sex with another woman....a lot! And she knew....deep down in her heart....that she would want to sample more of this forbidden....but so succulent fruit.
The woman stepped back a bit, and as she did, she took Cocoa's hands and placed one on her breast and the other up and inside her panties. Cocoa marveled at the creamy wetness that she felt between her legs. She knew what she wanted. The woman wanted Cocoa to return the favor.... And Cocoa wanted to eat her pussy. She had never eaten a pussy before....but she would eat this pussy.
Then the door to the bathroom opened. Cocoa and her new friend retreated to the back of the bathroom stall and were so quite that they did not breathe. Eventually, the interloper of their erotic escapade left the bathroom. The two of them without speaking mutually agreed that perhaps they should be prudent to continue their mutual exploration a bit later...at a more private location.
They fixed their clothes and washed up a bit in the sink. They exchanged names and promised each other they would get to know each other better via internal email. Satiated, Cocoa went back to her cubicle and was able to finally concentrate and get a little work done. "Ding dong", an IM dialog box popped up.
IamPackin : Are you back yet?
Storm : yea
IamPackin : So did you have a good time?
Storm : I sure did
IamPackin : So did you think about me while you did?
Storm : LOL.
IamPackin : well...did you?
Storm : uhhh huh ohhh yea baby
Storm : I sure did…
BlackPlanet
It was a Saturday morning in the Fall. It was my week to keep my daughters as stated in the Parental Agreement that I had just signed the week before. I was now officially separated with a divorce soon to come.
The girls and I were browsing at CompUSA in the Tri-County area of Cincinnati. I was checking out the new PC games while my youngest daughters, Sade and Elise where playing with the PlayStation demos trying to agree on which one they wanted. Nikki, my oldest, was being anti-social as usual following me around the store with a sour look on her face.
“Daddy. Can I have the keys so I can go sit in the car”, Nikki asked.
“No”, I succinctly replied. “You’re not going to sit in the car and waste my gas watching movies.”
“Why couldn’t I stay at home”, she whined. “I don’t want to be here...”
“You need to get out of the house. All you do is lock yourself in your room and watch movies. Leave me alone! Go play PlayStation with your sisters. “
“I don’t play that anymore daddy. Can I please go watch movies in the car?”
I gave her the Daddy look. The look that says if you open your mouth one more time I’m going upside that head. She got the hint and trotted off with her bottom lip stuck out and went to look for her sisters.
There were no new games that interested me enough to buy them so I wandered around the store. I drooled over the new Macs that were out. But after several minutes of looking at them, I walked away shaking my head. Although I wanted a Mac, working as a consultant it just wasn’t feasible to buy one. Ninety-nine percent of corporate America used Windows based technology and Macintosh just was not compatible.
I wandered over to the peripheral device section and played around with the latest ergonomic mice. I was getting the feel of the latest track roller ball when I had the feeling that I was being watched. I looked up to discover that a cute redbone was checking me out. She was a lithe cutie just short of 6’ tall. She had the Erika Badu look with 3” inch auburn locks, and African print scrubs with a matching scarf tied around her head. I cut her with my eyes, giving her the YeaIAmInterestedAndWillStraightUpFuckYou look and then broke off eye contact like nothing had happened.
I continued to browse while keeping track of girlfriend’s position in the store. I was intrigued. Extremely attractive white-collar sista’s are rare. And white-collar sista’s that are in the MIS industry or fluent with computers and software is even more so.
She eventually headed to the register with a copy of Microsoft Project and a box of diskettes. The girls had finally come to an agreement to get a copy of the game Ready To Rumble. I rounded them up and headed to the register as well and by coincidence (yea…right) ended up behind Ms. Redbone in line.
“Where are we going now Daddy”, Elise asked.
“To Bob Evans and get some breakfast and then I want to stop at the Super Dollar Store. There are a few things that I need to pick up.”
“The Dollar Store”, Elise blurted out.