TABOO SHORT STORIES 48(95)

He was an architect and his monument of manhood was built with a woman’s desire in mind. I couldn’t let it be and continued to devour his heated rocket threatening to go off. I was grazing my fingernails along his inner thighs and touching that spot just below his balls, pressing with my fingernail to feel the head begin to expand.

I could see every single detail of his huge 9-inch cock. The large imposing mushroom head was ready to pump volumes into my mouth. The rim around the head was slightly darker in color. I was completely mesmerized by the sight of it. His balls were swollen and I was bobbing my head up and down in a telltale fashion, but I stopped right when he was on the edge.

I climbed up to sit on him, reaching between my legs to grab the thickness at the base before feeding the fathead into those lips begging for his penetration. I heard my moan of acceptance with each inch slowly being enveloped in the wet glove of my sex.

I lowered my dress, still wearing it but now exposed from the waist up. I grabbed his hands and placed them on my perfect breasts the size of cantaloupes. His cock responded to this extra bit of pleasure by pumping with vigor. I was able to set the pace slowing him down and prolonging the heat between us with the friction of his cock sliding in and out between my thighs.

“You have a sexy body made for pleasing a man. The visual of you riding me with that pleasing look in your eyes is too much for any man.” I was bouncing up and down and he was watching my breasts with the nipples poking into the palm of his hands.

He suddenly got this look and then he turned me onto my back with my legs over his shoulders pumping widely like a man possessed. My hair was flying everywhere, slapping him in the face, but it only encouraged the fighting spirit in his loins.

“Yes…fuck me with that big cock…” I was screaming in a loud piercing wail while he was pounding relentlessly with the shaft rubbing my clit to ignite those fireworks.

I squeezed my legs shut with his arms wrapped around my thighs holding me to his midsection. He was not a 5-minute wonder and there was a fleeting thought that he wasn’t going to measure up to my expectations. I was pleased with the results of our first meeting but I hadn’t forgotten about the reason why I had started speaking to him, in the first place.

He turned me so we were facing each other while he was using the leverage of his feet pressed into the mattress to fuck me. I watched the switch in his wild eyes turn from passion to his release.

He pulled out and exploded with a geyser of white foam going all the way up to my neck on the first three shots. He dove between my legs taking my clit between his lips and fucking me with his fingers to mimic what he had already done with his cock.

I came again with an intensity that made me feel like I was going to fly off the bed, but he was there to hold me in his embrace. I finally came out of my sexual stupor after a few minutes to see him watching me intently.

“Amber, don’t take this the wrong way, but I do have an early morning. I want to see you again.”

“I will be sure to text you for more fun, but maybe next time we can double my pleasure.” I put it out there to see what his reaction was going to be.

“You’re definitely more woman than one man can handle,” He said letting me know that he was open to the idea.

I just had to find a suitable partner with something extra.

Chapter two

It was the night before my big celebration and I had already bought a special dress for the occasion. It was dark grey, off the shoulder and left very little to the imagination. I was debating whether or not to wear panties, but I was leaning toward going commando.

I was finishing up some reports in a local Internet café with my laptop in front of me. Multitasking was one of my superpowers. My work and play could be combined into a pleasing exercise. I was still looking for the one to complete the duo into a trio, but the pickings were slim. Nobody really broke the mold until I came across Terrance Johnson.

He was 28, a bank manager with a kinky mind which he didn’t mind sharing with the local female populous. He was a black god that was 6-feet of eye candy with short dark hair, brown eyes, and a muscular body. This was what I could perceive from the one photo on his profile in a torn tee shirt and tight blue jeans.

I typed my message with my head swimming with the possibilities “I was hoping I wasn’t going to have to do this, but sometimes a girl needs to be more proactive. I’m sending you a photo and you can decide whether or not I’m your type. I don’t want to be presumptuous, but how can you possibly refuse an invitation from me?” I didn’t mind giving myself the credit that I deserved without even a modicum of shame.

It took less than 5-minutes to get a reply and I smiled at how easily I could manipulate him.

“What man in their right mind could even utter the word no in your presence? Some women might not enjoy this, but I get this feeling that you will appreciate it.” The message was soon followed by an attachment which had me biting my lip and looking around nervously to make sure nobody was looking over my shoulder.

I was breathing a little heavier than normal and pulling at the white sweater molded to my frame. One touch of the mouse and I was thrilled to receive an explicit photograph of his cock. It was a little arrogant, but I did find confidence sexy. I licked my lips and moved a little closer to the screen shielding it from the eyes of others by angling it for my own private viewing.

“If you sent me this photograph for shock value then it worked. I’m not sure what you want me to say. You certainly live up to the mythology of black men.” I waited for him to say something and I lost track of time repeatedly looking at the photograph of his appendage.

“I think it’s only fair that you return the favor. I would like to see what I’m getting,” He referred to me sending him a nude, but I was very careful about what was saved to the cloud.

I had made the mistake in the past and I was not about to repeat it.

I typed my response being very careful not to send the wrong message. “I would, but I’m sure that you would find more enjoyment in opening your present in person. I’m sure I can be convinced to wear something sexy to make your tongue drag on the floor.” I had a feeling he was no fool and understood the reason why I was hesitant to let him see my body before we really had a chance to get to know each other.

“That’s fair and I will say the anticipation is driving me crazy. I forget sometimes the woman has the power. I just wanted you to know what lengths I will go to make you see me differently than other men. I’m sitting here writing this and it’s very impersonal. Let’s meet someplace public right now before we lose our nerve.” I did like the unpredictable and he was certainly worth making the sacrifice of meeting him face to face.

I looked around and the café was virtually empty except for those that thought they could write the greatest American novel.

I told him to meet me at the café at his earliest convenience.

There were many stories in the windy city and the dream of making it big was sometimes met with failure. It was like having a one-night love affair and waking up in the morning wanting to chew your arm off when you realized you got more than you bargained for. Taking a risk could reap big rewards.

“I’m actually only a few blocks away and can be there within minutes. Don’t go anywhere. I promise that my photograph doesn’t do me justice.” He signed off and I went back to staring at his cock imagining how I would feel on the receiving end of a pummeling with that between his legs.

I could be very graphic with my fantasies but very rarely did my expectations exceed my fantasies in reality. I hoped he was exactly the same without any airbrushing. I shook my head at how easily I had jumped at the opportunity be with Emmett without really knowing much about him. He could have been a serial killer and I was lucky it worked out.

I drummed my fingers and kept looking at my watch seeing the seconds tick by. It never quite felt right to meet a total stranger, but I lived by the cliché that a stranger was really a friend that I hadn’t met before. I had to put my trust in my instincts and I would know when it was time to run screaming from the room.

I had a few precautions in my purse to keep me safe in case things went horribly wrong. A bottle of mace, a concealed switchblade, not to mention a device that could deliver 1000 volts to immobilize my opponent was within my reach. If all else failed, I could rely on the training I had received in self-defense from an old boyfriend in the police department.

A pair of keys could easily be used as a weapon and I had learned to use my environment to treat those that wanted to do me harm as hostile combatants.

I didn’t have to wait very long to see my prize walking through the door. Terrance was wearing a dark suit looking like he had walked off the pages of gentlemen quarterly. He immediately spotted me and gave me a sweet disarming smile. My tongue got twisted and I could barely speak with his two big hands taking my dainty little one.

“It’s nice to meet you. I hope I didn’t keep you waiting long,” He stated with his liquid baritone voice keeping my mouth wide open in shock at how I had gotten so lucky.

“You told me that your picture didn’t do you justice and you weren’t lying. I don’t know how quite to say this without sounding like a slut, but I want you. I’m guessing from your wide grin this isn’t the first time you have been given this kind of proposal.” I said with him shrugging his shoulders and the warmth of his hands had me wondering what other things he could do to put me at ease.