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Denver came up from behind and placed his hands on my shoulders. “Thank you for the reading. You’re very good. I bet that you’re good at many things.”
I turned to face him. A delicious, musky scent wafted from his neck into my nostrils. I breathed his essence into my nasal cavities. My pussy began to throb from desire. He stepped closer.
“I’m good at at least one other thing,” I murmured.
He cocked an eyebrow, and before he could say another word, I gave him a deep kiss on those luscious lips. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer. He parted his lips and introduced his tongue to my eager mouth.
We moaned in unison as our kissing became more passionate. We explored each other’s mouth and body. He kneaded the flesh on my thick ass like a pastry chef. I felt his dick get harder through his pants as I grinded against his muscular body. I imagined that he might be big enough to fill up every inch of my deep, cavernous vagina. He rubbed my firm nipples through my sweater and they hardened with his touch.
I am getting ready to fuck a man that I don’t know from Adam or Eve, I thought as he took off my sweater and bra. He grinned like a kid in a toy store when he saw my tits. They are large and generously fill a DD cup. He grabbed both and jiggled them. I didn’t mind because his hands were warm.
“Let me taste your tits,” he commanded as he bent his head down. His tongue’s light tease was the precursor to his mouth. It sent chills up my spine, the way he was sucking my tits. I grabbed his head and watched him ravish my breasts. He grunted and made slurping sounds. I felt warm drool trickle down the underside of my breasts and roll downward toward my stomach. He likes to eat pussy. He wants his dick sucked. He is not forthright about his legal situation.
Suddenly a rush of alarm came upon me. My period! I might already have started. I felt wetness but it could have been from my being aroused. I didn’t know for sure and I grew nervous as Denver moved from sucking on my tits to unzipping my pants. Shit!
“No wait!” I said. “I have something I need to tell you.” He looked at me puzzled, but he did stop. “I might be on my period. I don’t know for sure.”
To my surprise, he smiled and continued to take off my pants. “Let me check it out,” he replied softly. “If you’re on, then we’ll stop. Now, if you are not on…” He grew quiet when he got to my panties. He pulled them down and grinned. “Look, you’re dry.”
I glanced down. My panties were rumpled at my feet, and sure enough, there was no blood; just the wetness of being aroused. I sighed in relief as Denver stood up and suggested that I sit on the nearby sofa.
I sat on a plush sofa that was next to the card table. My heart raced as Denver stood above me and gently parted my bare legs. He then kneeled down between my legs and started to kiss my stomach. He gave me soft kisses over my abdomen and circled my belly button with his tongue. He watched me intently as I moaned and threw my head back. He then headed down to my special honey pot and gingerly pulled back the moist folds until he found the clit. With a groan, he began licking my clit and rubbing my already hard nipples. He bobbed his head as he gave my pussy a good washing. I gyrated my hips in time with his rhythmic cunnilingus so that he could eat me at just the right spot.
The sounds that he made turned me on even more. “Aw, shit. This pussy tastes good,” he whispered in between licks.
He licked, chewed, and gnawed me into ecstasy. I reached my climax within a few minutes of his mastery. He didn’t even stop until he sopped up all of my pussy juices with his tongue. My body trembled with rapture as my mind was being bombarded with intuitive information: He loves the thrill of the chase. He is a skillful lover. He is afraid of telling the truth.
He stood above me and unzipped his pants. His dick was long and thick and engorged with want. It pulsated and quivered in front of me and I was transfixed. The language it communicated in was ancient and appealed to my erotic side. I knew what to do. Denver eyed me sexily and licked his lips while I licked the tip of his dick. I washed his stiff shaft with my tongue and didn’t stop until he moaned, “Suck this shit. Yeah, you like sucking big dick.”
His breathing was staccato as he took short breaths. The way he gripped the back of my head was a signal for me to give him more pleasure.
I entered his dick into my mouth and didn’t stop until his head reached far deep in my throat. He grunted as he moved his hips. Ah, his dick was strong and sweet. It turned me on to feel his manhood in my mouth, baptizing him with the moisture of my hunger.
I must have done my job with excellence, because soon his smooth pelvic movements became jerkier. I felt his rod vibrate inside my mouth. I watched him from below as he squeezed his hands behind my head. “I’m coming!” he yelled, guiding me back on the couch. My back had landed on the back cushions just in time for me to see milky white jism project from his dick and land square on my nipples. He moaned as he rubbed the fluids onto my luscious breasts. I was sprawled out on the sofa, naked, dazed, and physically spent. I smirked as I thought about Genie and her canceled appointment. It turned out to be a good thing because I got to act out a really freaky love scene with a superfine brother.
He soon sat next to me and began putting on his clothes. He kissed me on the cheek. “Thank you for this, I really needed it.”
I blushed from his remark. “I don’t do this often, you know. It has been a few months since my last relationship. I guess I didn’t know how horny I was.”
“You don’t have to explain,” he said, touching my arm. “Life is too short and we have to go with the flow sometimes.”
He made a wave gesture with his hands to add emphasis. What an interesting day this had been for me.
He finished dressing and stood above me. I had already put back on my sweater and was now pulling up my pants. He watched me and smiled.
“I would like to see you again, if at all possible,” he suggested, helping me zip up the fly to my pants. I detected some genuine warmth from him and it made me smile. He thinks before he acts. He cares about people. His judgment is not sound.
I mentally shooed the annoying random thoughts as if they were flies. Something felt amiss about his situation, but we had already fucked so what was the use of crying over spilt milk? Besides, the brother was fine and a good lover…. It may have been the start of something special. I am the best psychic in town; if he was up to no good, then I would have found out by then. Believe that.
Suddenly, the sound of the front salon door swinging open and my coworkers’ laughter ushered out the previous settling quiet. Denver and I looked at each other and laughed. It was all so funny to me. There I was earlier that day, bitching and complaining about some random chick who’d canceled her appointment. Now, I found myself finishing up a freaky scene worthy of a trashy romance novel with my tits covered with cum.
It’s so good to be home! I exclaimed after turning off my shower faucet. I dried myself, lotioned up, and put on my robe. I walked to my living room and sat on the couch next to my phone. I live alone in an apartment, which is fine because I get to walk around with my robe open. I wished that I had roommates though, so I could have regaled them with the thrilling fairy tale of Denver and me. I kept thinking about him. He was so nice that he gave me a ride home after our “frolic” in the employee lounge. We exchanged numbers. He paid for my reading, and you know what else? He even paid for what I would have earned if Genie had kept her appointment. That’s right…two hundred big ones. And we were going out the following week. He was single, free, and interested in me! Could things have gotten any better? Whoever said that sleeping with a man too soon would never amount to a lasting relationship could go and kiss my black ass.
I was about to call because I was thinking about him when the phone rang. It was Genie, the chick who’d left me hanging earlier today.
“Aine, I’m so sorry that I canceled today.” A distinctive strain was in her voice. It even sounded as if she had possibly cried before she called. “I’d like to make another appointment at a differe
nt time, but I also called you because you told me when we first met that you do readings. I need some help with a situation.”
