Short Stories

Short Story Sunday 1/15/2017 (Her Hustle Shorts)

Darnell: Sunday Night Chronicles

Darnell watched Darnisha as she walked out of the bathroom, stunned. He knew his boy had given her the time of her life. Hell, he paid him a shit ton of money to do it. Payback is a bitch when you fuck with me, he thought. He loved this woman, but he knew they could never be together, given their past.

He followed her as she left the club. He watched as she walked down the street, alone. She and Darnell had been through so much. Getting caught by his ex-wife busting inside Darnisha was probably the best thing to ever happen to him. As a well-known lawyer? It kind of tainted his profile but it was still worth it. To find out his kids weren’t even his, he owed it to Darnisha.

He must’ve been in deep thought because before he knew it, she was getting in a cab. Should I follow? he wondered. Would I look like a stalker? Man, fuck it. He hailed a cab and told the man to tail them. It was only 10 minutes before they stopped in front of the W Hotel. He paid the cab and followed her inside.

This man walked up to her and she must’ve known him because they hugged and kissed on the cheek. Darnell had never seen him before or heard her mention him. Then again, they weren’t close like they used to be. He followed them to the elevator and squeezed to the back, unnoticed. He pulled his hood down over his face.

After a few floors, she pushed a button and the elevator stopped. What the hell? She got on her knees and began sucking this man’s dick. Darnell’s dick stirred at the thought of her mouth on his, reminiscing on how it felt.

He watched as she got sloppy with it, spitting on it, slurping, deep-throating the man. Darnell felt the anger rising inside him. Since when did she have no morals and perform oral in front of a stranger, even though it was him?

Darnisha pulled the man’s pants down to grip his ass and pull him deeper down her throat. The man let out a loud, deep throated moan, putting his hands on the wall to brace himself. Darnell turned towards the wall and kept his head down, but kept an eye on them. He had never seen her in action on another person other than himself. It was like watching porn that he could never afford.

She pulled him out her mouth and let him spray against the wall. She stood up, lifted her skirt, pulled out a condom from her breast, slid it on the man and pushed him against the wall opposite of Darnell, so now they were facing each other. She turned her back to the man and looked Darnell dead in his eyes as she pushed her ass on the man’s still erect dick.

She knew all along that he was in the elevator and this was payback. She moved back and forth as the man gripped her ass, looking down as it hid his dick. Her facial expressions showing the intense pleasure of this man filling her. She wanted Darnell to watch as she pleased another man as well as pleased herself.

He stared at her for a few minutes. His whole body was on fire with rage. But then he thought, two can play that game. He quickly pulled his sweatpants down to expose his long, black, thick, hard cock and shoved it in her mouth before she had a chance to move or speak. He grabbed the back of her head as she grabbed his hips.

“What the fuck is this?” the man said, pushing her off of him.

“You were just in an innocent bystander in a game of tit for tat,” Darnell said, between grunts.

He pulled his pants up as Darnell kept his dick in and out of her mouth. He didn’t expect her to be enjoying it as much. He wanted her to be mad or at least annoyed that he ruined her plan. The other man pushed the button and it went up to the penthouse. He stayed in as Darnell threw Darnisha over his shoulder, dick still exposed and walked out. He set her down.

“Where’s the room key?” he asked.

“There was never a key,” she smirked.

He backed her up to the window and kissed her gently. He never stopped loving her, since they were kids. Even though he married her best friend, they still fucked around. His heart ached for her, but she just would not give in.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back. She loved him, but she would never tell him that. He lifted her legs up wrapped them around his waist as he gently penetrated her soaking wet pussy. He felt her gasp on his lips and her body relax against him as he made love to her. He kissed her neck and felt the vibrations of her moans.

Placing his hands on the window, he pushed deeper. He knew how she liked it and how to get her off. But he didn’t want it to end. The adrenaline rush of anyone walking by at any moment took over. He knew that they were being watched on camera, but he didn’t care – he needed this.

He stared into her eyes as he thrust a little faster. That is when he saw it. The same look in her eyes the day he married her best friend. Pain. He knew that she never came back from that. He felt the tears swelling up in his eyes. He couldn’t bare to look at her anymore. He lifted her up, legs on his shoulders. He kissed the insides of her thighs, her moans louder now. All he could think about was what a piece of shit he was.

All the women he slept with during his marriage, with and without protection, playing with his life. He couldn’t have kids so that wasn’t an issue, but that fact was he could of easily ended his life with any one of the numerous women.

He buried his face in her sex and let the juices drip down his chin. Then it hit him, this was her third time having sex in one evening. He was going to make this count. He sucked and licked and followed the movements of her body. Her hips told him how to move and her bulging clit told him she was almost there. He moaned and she felt the vibrations against her clit, down her legs and to her toes. Hands against the window, she let out a scream as she came, squirting in his face. He lapped up all of her pleasure as his own came spewing out, running down his balls.

She was the only woman that could ever make him nut without out any kind of penetration. He slowly lowered her and they came face to face. She licked herself off of his face.

“You’re a son of a bitch, you know that?” she said, pulling her skirt down and then walking off, leaving him there, dick hanging, her cum on his face and an aching heart.

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Short Stories

Short Story Sunday 1/1/2017, New Year’s Eve

She knew as soon as her phone rang who it was and what he wanted. He always knew the right time to call, which was also the wrong time to call. She always gave in. She agreed to let him come over, though she really didn’t want him to. She wanted to make a new start, a fresh start. But when the flesh was calling, she answered immediately.

It was New Year’s Eve and she was alone anyway, so might as well have some company, even if it wasn’t the company she wanted. He sent her a text letting her know he was close. She rolled her eyes and turned her phone over. Why did she always say yes when he called? It wasn’t like she liked him. It was just physical. She saw no future with him and she was never satisfied. Yeah, he was hung like a horse, but lord knows he didn’t know what to do with it. She sulked some more just thinking about it.

Her phone rang and it was the gate calling. He was there. She buzzed him in and stared at the ceiling. She had plenty of time to tell him to go back home. She heard a knock on the door and dragged her feet to answer it. She took a deep breath and opened the door. She stared in horror and complete shock…

As you can probably guess, I wasn’t who she was expecting. Much worse, that meant he was still on his way and would be there soon. She was in a panic. Her phone dinged and it was him saying he was 10 minutes away, he had to stop and get gas. She looked back at the man in front of her as he smiled and asked of she was going to let him in. She slowly backed up in a daze. She closed the door and slowly turned around back at him. Why was he here?

Don’t get me wrong, she wasn’t mad that this man was here. They had been talking for a while and she had been crushing on him for months. She was just surprised that of all days for him to pop up, it was today. He told here that he couldn’t bare to go another day without finally seeing her and how much he wanted her body, to feed him. Her breath caught in her throat. What the hell? Was he serious? To answer her unasked question, he closed the gap between them and kissed her passionately, working his hands up her shirt. Of course she had no bra on because she was expecting someone else, and her shorts, nonexistent…

he picked her up and headed to the bedroom, laying her down on the bed. She stared up at him as he took his shirt off. He got on his knees, head in between her legs. Shit!, she thought. It had been a minute since a man ate her box. She grabbed the sheets before he even slid his tongue between her slick slit. He body relaxed as he went to work; circles, up and down, side to side, in the one spot that always made her cave in minutes. This was not happening, this had to be a dream…

She came twice and he flipped her over on her stomach, sliding his erect manhood inside here. When the hell did he undo his pants?, she wondered but that quickly went away when he grabbed her breasts in each hand, squeezing her hard nipples. She felt that lava about to erupt again as another wave of sensations took over her body. He turned her over and maneuvered his way on top of her, his entrance again without warning. She grabbed his neck, bringing his lips to hers, digging her nails in his back with her other hand. She met his rhythm with her hips to bring him deeper, hitting the right spots. She was about to come when…

There was a knock at the door. They both stopped and looked. The knock came again. He looked at her and asked was she going to answer it, but she couldn’t hear him over the knocks as they got louder and louder. She jumped in the bed. Looking around, she saw no signs of anyone. She looked in the closets, bathroom and living room. She heard the knock again. She looked at the front door. She ran to it smiling until she opened it. Her smile quickly faded.