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“Give me one sec while I use the bathroom,” I say, stepping back into the bathroom, then slowly closing the door while keeping my eyes on him. I lick my lips and shut the door.
He laughs. “Oh, aiight. I see how you doin’ it. So am I gonna get your name or what?”
Oh, don’t worry. You’re about to get more than my name. I step out of my skirt, unbutton my blouse, then take it off, hanging it on back of the door. I take in my reflection, standing here in my red La Perla sheer lace chemise. “Yes, you’re about to get my name. “But, before you do, I need to know one thing.”
“What’s that?”
“You have a woman? Or someone you seeing on a regular?” I hold my breath, waiting.
“Nah, why?”
I let out a sigh of relief, stepping out of my thong. “Good,” I say, grabbing my vibrator, then slowly opening the door. “Now let me finally introduce myself to you.” He’s no longer in front of the door. I walk out into the office and find him sitting on the sofa, fiddling with his cell. I stand in the middle of the room, waiting, until he looks up.
His eyes pop open. “Oh, shit. Gotdaaaaaaaamn!”
I slowly saunter over to him. Allow my hips to jut out at him with each step. “My name is Pleasure...”
Pleasure
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
“So you wanna watch me play in this pussy?” I ask in a low, sweet whisper as I lean back on the desk, lift up my legs and spread open my lips.
Desmond revels in the view, grabbing at his cock and grinning. “Hell yeah.” He squeezes his dick, then strokes it. “Fuck.”
My fingers strum along the folds of my lips, slithering along my slit. My juices start to stir. I allow him to see and hear the swishy sloshing sounds my pussy makes a
s my fingers get lost in its wetness. My excitement intensifies with the knowing that this fine, mysterious hunk of man gazing at me while I finger myself is a complete stranger. “Mmmmm...ooooh...you like looking at this tight pussy?” I pull it open, offering him a better view. I spread my legs wider. Allow my pussy lips, pouty and full, to poke out a little more. Allow him to see all of me—the core of who I am—ready and wet and hot.
He licks his lips. “Damn, that’s a pretty pussy, baby.”
“Mmmm...and it’s so wet. Pull out your dick. Let me see it.” He fishes it out from out of his sweats. It’s already erect and eager. I moan, pulling in my bottom lip. “Oooh, look at that dick...nice and thick...mmmm...stroke it for me, daddy...”
I watch as he spits in his hand, then slowly glides his hand up and down the length of it. His eyes lock on my glistening pussy. “Is this what you want? You wanna see this dick get hard?”
“Ooooh, yes,” I coo, turning on my Rabbit, then laying it on my clit. “Let me see how big it gets...” I dip the vibrator inside of me. Let its vibrations echo along the walls of my pussy as I watch him lift his hips up from off the sofa and inch his sweats and boxer briefs down over his hips. They are now draped around his ankles as he sits back with his legs gaped over. His perfectly shaped balls look like two chocolate Easter eggs—hanging low, waiting to be scooped up. I swallow back my wanting to roll my tongue around them, my yearning to place them into my drooling mouth. “Ooooh, yeah...stroke that dick... mmm...let me see you play with them beautiful balls...”
I keep my eyes trained on his hand. Count the strokes. Memorize the rhythm. Then play them back in my head, matching his movements with my own; my fingers rapidly dancing over the hood of my excitement. My clit, my cunt, my ass...are on fire. Flames of lust shoot out everywhere.
“Aaaah, fuck...you got my dick hard as hell. I wanna feel that wet pussy around this dick...you got some good pussy, baby.”
“It sure is...it’s real good. Nice and wet...”
“Damn, I wanna fuck...”
He walks up on me. Dick in hand, he dips at the knees. I tell him to step back.
“You can only look, not touch,” I warn, pulling my fingers from off my clit, then sliding them into my mouth. I make love to them with my mouth and tongue, savoring my creamy center. His eyes roam my nakedness, trail over my body, admiring my curves, the rise and fall of my breasts. I let go of my Rabbit, clench it with my muscles to free my hands as I cup my breasts and squeeze them together. I lick my nipples—one at a time. Then dip my hand back between my thighs, pulling out my vibrator, then swirling it around my clit before sliding it back in. I pull it out again. Let him see the mouth of my pussy open and close.
“Let me taste that pussy, baby...” I remove the vibrator. Slip my fingers in. Dig deep. Moan. Scoop out two fingers of sweetness. Then offer it to him. I watch as he waddles his way toward me. Midway, he stops and kicks his pants and his underwear off, leaving them in middle of the floor. He is up on me, licking his lips. Then leans into me as I reach up and press my fingers to his lips, coating them with my sticky cream, then slipping them into his mouth. His mouth is hot. His tongue wet. I finger-fuck his mouth, slow and deliberate, as he devours my essence. When he is done, I slip my fingers into my own mouth, and lick all over them.
“Damn, you got some good pussy juice...Let me eat that shit.”
“Suck my titties.” My request comes out as a command. Once he heeds, I remind him that he must keep his hands on his cock. I urge him to continue stroking it. I glance down at it. I can see a string of nectar leaking from the slit of its swollen head. “You want me to wrap these pretty lips around your dick and suck it, don’t you?”
He grunts, swirling his tongue around my nipples. “Yeah, baby...” He lightly grazes my nipple with his teeth, then tugs it with his teeth. I flinch. Tell him I don’t like my nipples rough-housed.
“Lips and tongue,” I tell him. “Suckle them; not bite them.”
