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Short Story Sunday 4/30/2017 (Her Hustle Excerpt)

As she got closer, she stopped in her tracks. There at the table, was Rodney. Their eyes locked and they both had the same expression on their faces.

“What are you doing here?” they both said in unison.

Everyone grew quiet. Her sister, Anissa, was the first to speak.

“How do y’all know each other?”

“We live in the same apartment complex on the same floor,” they both said.

Danisha found it annoying that they were speaking at the same time, thinking the same thing.

“It’s a small world isn’t it?” said her mother.

“Come sit down so we can eat.”

They both walked the rest of the way to the table. The only seat left was the one by Rodney. Danisha reluctantly sat down, rolling her eyes. Why the fuck was he here, she thought. It was like Anissa was reading her mind. She had a tendency of doing that.

“This is my boyfriend Roshan. Roshan this is my sister Danisha. I knew you weren’t dating anyone so I didn’t want you to feel like a fifth wheel so I asked him to bring a friend. But I guess that was a bad idea.”

“No shit, Anissa,” said Danisha.

“You watch your mouth!” exclaimed their mother.

“You may be grown but I will slap the piss out of you if you use such language around me again.”

“Sorry, mom.”

The whole time her father sat there quietly eating. He wasn’t much of a drama man so when there was some brewing, he kept his mouth shut and his eyes down. Rodney and Roshan followed suit. They all started eating in silence. Danisha just wanted to leave. This wasn’t exactly her ideal lunch with her family. As she ate, she noticed the cologne Rodney was wearing. It was the kind that got her lower half heating up. Unbreakable by Khloe and Lamar. She shifted trying not to let the scent get to her.

“I guess I’ll be the ice breaker,” said her father.

“Danisha, how is my lovely daughter doing?”

“I’m doing good dad. Just working. You know, business as usual.”

“What business would that be?” asked her mother.

Danisha became nervous hoping that Rodney would not bring up her apparel the night before. She glanced over and saw that he too was waiting for an answer. She could see the amusement in his face.

“You guys know I don’t like to discuss my business. Just know that it and I are doing well and I’m living comfortably,” said Danisha.

“I bet. The kind of place you live in you must be really doing good,” said Anissa.

Danisha rolled her eyes and took another bite of her tuna sandwich and chips. She hated having to have breakfast, lunch, or dinner with her family. The focus was always on her and what she was doing.

“Danisha, why don’t you tell us how you and Rodney met?” said her mother. Danisha glared at her in dismay and embarrassment. She didn’t want to tell her parents what their first encounter was really like.

“I was coming home from a late night at work and we bumped into each other on the elevator. We exchanged greetings and when we got out the elevator, we went our separate ways.”

“That’s it?” asked her father and Anissa.

“Well, I was tired and wasn’t really up for conversation,” Rodney finally said.

“Plus I had just moved in that morning and she was the first person I ran into that lived on my floor. She looked tired as well and I didn’t want to keep her.”

He smirked as he said that. Her blood boiled hot. She was sure they could see the steam coming out of her ears.

“Well, maybe you two should go out sometime and maybe Danisha can show you around the town,” said her mother.

“Mom…” Danisha started but was then cut off.

“In fact, Danisha, give him a tour of the house,” her mom smiled with a wide grin.

“I would love that,” said Rodney.

Danisha let out a breath and rose from the table. She threw her napkin onto her plate.

“It would be my pleasure,” she said sarcastically and walked towards the house.

“My sister can be stubborn like that sometimes,” said Anissa.

“I can see that,” said Rodney as he got up quickly and jogged after Danisha.

Once they were in the kitchen and he had closed the door, she spoke with heavy acid in her voice.

“You motherfucking bastard!” she yelled.

He gasped in shock at her tone and anger.

“You just…ugh!” she growled.

“I’m lost. The fuck is your problem?”

“The fuck is my problem? First, you fucking insult me by calling me a hooker.”

“I never said you were a hooker,” he said in defense.

“You implied it. Then you ask am I visiting someone and then was shocked when you found out I lived there. What? A black woman can’t live like a black man, or a man for that matter? I can’t have a job that affords me my penthouse and my car?”

“I get your point Danisha.”

“And now you’re at my fucking parents house, reveling in my squirming and even taking part in making it happen.”

“I said I get your point dammit!” he barked.

Danisha was taken back by his reaction. His chest was moving fast as she could feel the tension in the room rising. She turned and headed up to the foyer and up the stairs and he followed. She was pissed and he knew she was. She went into one of the guest rooms at the end of the hall and he followed closing and locking the door behind him. He quickly glanced around the room and realized how elegant it was. Then their eyes locked.

They walked quickly towards each other and embraced in a steam angry kiss. They were both pissed at each other and they didn’t even know each other. He wanted her and she just wanted to fuck and let off some steam. He took of her shirt but never looked away. She felt his arousal pressing between her legs. She caressed it and felt his hard, long, thick length. Her kitten was purring now from hunger. She needed it and she needed it now.

She undid his pants and they fell to the floor. He kicked his shoes off, along with his pants. His dick fell through the front hole of his boxers. She gasped at how big and black it was. It was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. She quickly got on her knees and grabbed his hips. She looked up at him and smiled for he did not know what he was in for. His lips were parted and he stiffened his body as she took him completely in her mouth. He let out a groan and spread his legs to steady himself.

He put his hands on her shoulder as she slowly sucked and grazed his lengthy softly with her teeth. His breath hitched and he tensed up even more. She sucked harder now and faster taking him all the way in and then all the way out.

“Oh, fuck! I’m bout to bust!” he growled as he felt his nut and grabbed her head and thrusted in and out of her mouth.

“Oh, shit! Ah, fuck! Danisha damn!”

She felt his salty release down her throat. She took him out of her mouth and stood up and smiled. He was gasping for air as that nut took everything out of him. He smiled back.

“My turn,” he said.

He grabbed her by the waist and laid her on the bed. He pulled off her sandals and undid her pants, pulling them and her thong off. He got on top of her and kissed her hard. He kissed her neck then down to her breasts. He undid the bra from the front and gasped at how large her breast was. She felt his dick harden against her pussy. She couldn’t wait to have it inside her.

He grabbed her nipple with his teeth and sucked hard. She let out a small yelp as he took her by surprise. He then continued to kiss her down her stomach and then the insides of her thighs. He was now on his knees on the floor. As he continued to kiss both thighs he inserted two fingers in her pussy and her hips lurched. She let out a gasp and clenched the sheets.

With his free hand he grabbed his pants and pulled a condom out of his pocket. She didn’t hear him open the packet and put the condom on. He then removed his fingers and kissed her clitoris and then forcefully attacked it with his tongue. She put her hands on his head and he grabbed the outside of each of her thighs, pulling them apart.

He inserted his tongue in her pussy and she felt how long it was. He found her spot with his tongue and flicked it with the end of it. She let out a scream as her orgasm took over her body. Her cum came rushing out and squirted all in his mouth. He continued until she pushed his head away. He wiped his mouth and stood up.

“Fuck me now!” Danisha demanded.

He smiled, climbed in between her lugs and lunged in her. She screamed an ear piercing scream.

“Shh…” he said as he smiled.

“Just fuck me,” she begged and he did as he was told.

He slammed in her as hard as he could. She felt him in her stomach. She grabbed his arms which were big and muscular and that turned her on even more. His breath was becoming heavier and he held her hips as he slammed harder and harder in her. She was moaning and digging her nails into his back.

“Oh, shit, call me daddy,” he said.

“Nigga what?”

“Call me daddy,” he repeated.

“Hold on stop,” she said and he stopped thrusting.

“Call you daddy? Why?”

“I like when women call me daddy. Makes me feel superior and masculine,” he explained.

“Get out and off of me.”

“What? Why?”

“It’s my body and my pussy and because shit I fucking said so.”

He pulled out of her and rolled on side of her. She got up and started getting dressed. He watched her in confusion.

“Did I say something wrong?” he asked.

“I don’t call anyone daddy who demands it from me,” she replied.

“So you are a hooker,” he said.

“I am not a fucking hooker.”

“By the way you just sucked my dick and let me fuck you, yeah, I consider that a hooker.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said as she put her shoes on and looked at herself in the mirror above the dresser at the foot of the bed against the wall.

“You should get dressed before someone sees you,” she said as she unlocked the door and walked out leaving it open.

He hurried and got up to close it. Back outside, everyone was laughing and having a good time.

“I’m leaving, thanks for lunch,” said Danisha as she hugged and kissed her parents and then her sister.

Short Stories, Sneak Peeks

Short Story Sunday 4/23/2017 (Sage)

This is an excerpt from my upcoming novel entitled, Sage.

She quickly showered and got dressed. Carefully putting the mask on, making sure the adhesive wasn’t showing, she pressed the thin material over her face and neck. She almost didn’t recognize herself.

She put the wig on and she couldn’t even tell it was a wig. Looked almost like her real hair so she took it off. That was adding a bit too much. She used make up to blend in the seems of the mask with her own skin, and to make sure it wouldn’t peel off. She had chosen a low cut dress, under the assumption that this place was crawling with men. She gave herself the once over, grabbed her purse and keys and ran out the door.

She pulled up to the high rise building and instantly thought of her condo building. They were oddly similar. She walked into the receptionist after parking and was directed to the 10th floor. The elevator doors opened and she was blinded by the sun shining through the window, reflecting off the blindingly white walls, white flowers, white floors and white couches. It was like stepping into the sun, hence the name, High Clouds.

She walked over to another receptionist and was told to have a seat. She waited for nearly an hour before a tall, dark, black man came out.

“Hello, Ms. James. I’m Jay, the COO.”

“Nice to meet you Jay, and please, call me Sage.”

“Sage. Please step into my office.”

She got up and walked past him. His dick jumped at the way her ass moved and her long legs. He followed her into his office and closed the door behind him. She sat in his visitor chair and he leaned against his desk.

“So how did you hear about us?”

“Well, I did my research and saw that you all are the second highest grossing marijuana company.”

“Yeah, we are trying to beat out Sage, Inc. You don’t by chance know Sage Bordeaux, do you?” he asked, inquisitively.

“No, never met her, but I heard she’s pretty damn good at what she does.”

“She is, indeed, however, we aim to plummet her and drive her into the ground, so to speak.”

The heat began to rise again in Sage. This fine ass son of a bitch was trying to stop her business.

“So what’s your interest in Sage, Inc., if you don’t mind me asking?”

“No, that’s a good question,” he said, moving around his desk to his chair.

“Sage, Inc. is honestly a top shelf company, if you know what I mean. They have great revenue, loyal customers, awesome growers, amazing products…”

“Sorry to cut you off but you’re losing me. If Sage, Inc. has all of these great assets, why try to up them?”

“Because Sage is a woman, a black woman at that, and I don’t like a black woman being on top unless she’s riding my dick.”

Sage pretended to be shocked by his words.

“Don’t act surprised. You waltz in here with that tight ass dress, showing off your ass and breasts, which I would like my dick between both by the way.”

“I thought this was an interview.”

“It is, and you’re hired.”

“What?”

“I can sense that you are a woman who can handle her own and with your sex appeal, we can use you on our persuasion team.”

“Persuasion team?”

“We have a group of men and women who use either their sex appeal or their intimidation techniques, to persuade people to start working either with and for us.”

“So that’s how you got some of the growers from Sage, Inc. to switch over.”

“I see you did your research on us.”

“I always have to check out who I will be working for.”

“Can’t be mad at that. So what’s your price?”

“For?”

“Salary.”

“A quarter mil.”

“Are you shitting me?”

Sage stood up and leaned over his desk, exposing her breasts. One fell out of her dress. He leaned forward and took it in his mouth. His dick was begging to be released.

“I’m dead serious. A quarter or I walk.”

“Ok,” he said, in between sucks.

She pulled back and put her breast in her dress, walking out of his office, closing the door behind him. He pulled his dick out and spewed his cum after two tugs. This woman was going to be dangerous, he thought.

Back at her office…

She grabbed her key board and added to her web. Now that she was in with High Clouds, she had to plan the next step, which was to eventually figure out who was running the show, and shut them down. A person this discreet, it had to be a woman. Women were sneaky like that, she should know. She also needed to figure out where the hell Jeremy was that was so secretive. S

he got a ping from his phone on her map at the bottom of the window. He was in Atlanta. What the hell was in Atlanta? She zeroed in on the location and he was at a residential location. She sent a message to her IT person, who she paid of the books, to see who and what was at this address. Then the ping disappeared before she could get the full address. She sat up quick. Then another ping came. He was at her office building.

“Why are you keeping tabs on me?”

She screamed and dropped her keyboard at the sound of Jeremy’s voice.

“What the fuck Jeremy?!”

“Why are you keeping tabs on me?”

Her phone dinged and it was her IT person. Jeremy snatched the phone out of her hand, read the message and replied something back. He placed it on her desk as he walked towards her, deactivating the screen, not taking his eyes of her. Sage’s heart stopped, her pussy became moist as he got closer, until he was towering over her, her back against the window. He looked at her with the same expression he always had. He began to lean down and his lips almost touched hers.

“Stop budding in my fucking business, Sage,” he whispered against her lips, running a finger down her cheek, and then walked out her office.

She gasped for air. She had never been that close to him before and she could have swore he was going to fuck her where she stood. All she felt now was anger and embarrassment. Her phone dinged again and it was a notification that the connection to the cameras at his house had been lost. He found out about those too and must’ve took them down.

She was now frustrated, mentally, emotionally, and sexually. That brought her back to what Brice had said the night before. Those memories from long ago began to rise and she pushed them aside.

Short Stories

Perish Island: A Short Thriller (Chapter 2)

At the bus station, it smelled of old people and moth balls. Though Tasia and I lived in an upscale gated community, the perimeters weren’t as lavish. I saw homeless people, drug heads, and beggars. I held my things close as so they would not be touched. I finally heard my bus get called and ran to the gate. I beat this man out by a split second. Loading my things under the bus, I quickly boarded and walked to the very back.

Plugging in my headphones, I took out my tablet and played some music as I wrote on my blog. I wanted to respond to some comments and begin this series. I had many comments saying how crazy I was to even be doing this. About three months ago, I found some interesting things about Perish Island. I also found some disturbing things.

Perish Island got its name because many people died there or just simply disappeared. Those who were found, were found in the most gruesome ways: eyes cut out, bodies dismembered, even a pregnant woman whose baby had been cut out. Through my extensive research, I read that the island was cursed. I also read some opposing articles on how the curse was fake and those bodies were staged, photoshopped, etc.

What got me interested in wanting to see for myself was lately, many people have gone missing or have come back changed. Changed in a way that no one could describe. They said something about their eyes were changed, to a purplish green color, and they spoke a dead language. I researched the language: Charishian. It was a language that was used by people of that island in the early 1500s, when the island was named Charish. I looked up and studied the language for the past month or so. It was a pretty hard language to learn, but I had the basics covered.

I hadn’t even noticed we had left the station until the bus came to an immediate stop, thrusting me forward, hitting something. Luckily, I gripped my tablet in time. I looked around and saw a bus full of confused people. I looked out the window. I didn’t see anything. I stood up and saw the bus driver getting off the bus. I heard a scream and saw the bus driver run back on, closing the doors hurriedly.

I took my headphones out and began walking down the aisle. As I got closer, I saw something, a huge something, lying in the middle of the road. I turned my tablet to camera mode, zoomed in as I got closer and snapped a few pictures. Others were standing up around me, snapping photos as well. I heard the bus driver radioing a police officer.

“Open the door,” I said.

“Wh…wh…what?”

“Open the door. I want to get a better look.”

“Are you fucking crazy?”

“No, I’m a blogger and this would be a good way to boost my ratings, now open the door.”

“You’re fucking…”

“Open the damn door!” I yelled.

She jumped, but opened the door. As I walked off, I heard others behind me coming off the bus. We walked around to the front and I couldn’t believe my eyes. I heard snaps of cameras and phones as people crowded around. No one said a word. I snapped about 50 shots from each angle. I am not sure what it was but it definitely was not human, or animal. It looked like a big black cloak, that could breathe, yes, it was breathing. I took out my camera and began recording. Making sure to get the thing in the background as I described what it was. I ended the recording as soon as the police, ambulance and UBF (Unidentified Beings Force) showed up.

They ordered us to get back on the bus, but I had everything I needed. They also made us swear not to post anything. Yeah, right. Soon as I got in my seat, I put my headphones back in and pretended I was listening and reading. I turned on my hotspot, hooked my camera up to my tablet and began uploading. The signal was weak, as I could tell we were getting close to a dead spot. It took about 10 minutes to upload. As it was working, I watched UBF haul the thing off. Whatever it was, it was still alive. I was so glad I would not be there when it woke up.

Another 45 minutes and we were back on the road. It was 12 in the afternoon and the sun was beaming high. I looked out the window, capturing as many photos as I could of fields, flowers, nature. Before long, I had dozed off, unknowingly, until I began to dream, and this was not like the other dream.

“You shouldn’t be here! Go back to where you came from!”

I was looking around. I was in the middle of the street, but no one was near me, saying anything. People walked by and didn’t seem to notice me. “I am well known but never seen. Don’t try to look for me, for your eyes can’t see even what is in front of you.” My heart started racing. I ran up to someone to ask if they heard the voice. Then I saw their eyes. I stopped breathing. It was real. The curse. Their eyes were purplish-green. Everyone. I darted down the street and I felt something cool on the back of my neck. I looked behind me and saw a shadow with no face. I screamed as it engulfed me. Everything went black.

I jolted awake and realized I was still on the bus. I looked around and many people were sleep or just not paying any attention to me. I grabbed my bag that had the food my sister had made me. I took out a sandwich and some chips with a bottle of water. I heard dings in my ear and realized it was my tablet.

They were comments to my photos and video I had posted earlier. I skimmed through them as I ate, reading what people thought that thing was, and still calling me crazy for continuing and not going back with the police. I scrolled through until I saw a comment that almost made me choke on the sandwich.

“I know who you are Iris. You should go back home. Perish Island needs not its secret exposed. Continue on this journey and you to shall perish.”

The comment shook me to my core. I tried to respond back but I kept getting the message that the user didn’t exist. Then the strangest thing happened. The comment disappeared, like it had never even been there. Did I imagine it? Was I losing it? Dammit. I knew I should’ve taken a screen shot.

My phone vibrated, scaring me from my thoughts. It was my sister. I let it go to voicemail. As I finished eating, I browsed through some more articles about Perish Island. I looked at old photos of people, businesses, schools. I compared them to recent photos and noticed that a lot of things had changed.

The island had been modernized but the population was still dropping. It was only at about 1,100 people. For such a large island, that was not a large amount of people. I went to my saved searches to look at the Air BnB I was staying at. It was a nice little cottage, just outside of town. Not too far from everything, but far enough that I would have privacy.

There were a few houses in the area, mostly older couples and one or two younger singles my age. It was behind the main house, a small pool separating the two. I assumed it had been a guest house for when the owner’s kids came into town. I sent a quick message to the owner letting them know about the earlier incident and that I may be coming in a little later than expected. I looked up and it was beginning to get dark.

I hated that I had to take the ferry in the night time. The waters would be black, unknown depths. We pulled into the bus station about an hour later and it was much nicer than the one back home. I gathered my things and headed to the ferry. There were a lot of people being taken to the island. I wondered if it was a special occasion. I sat alone, staring into the night sky, looking at the stars and the sun.

My phone buzzed and it was 4 voicemails and 23 text messages. Some from my sister and other from Jermail. Basically, my sister was pissed that I hadn’t told her that Jermail and I had broken up and Jermail was pissed that I had still been lying to my sister that I was going with him. I turned my phone off and stared back into the waters. It was about a 30 minute boat ride to the island. It was all lit up. I could see the light from the lighthouse.

Even at night the island was just as beautiful compared to the photos I had seen of it during the day. We docked and loaded off the ferry. My Uber was waiting there for me. I got in and we headed to the cottage. As we were leaving town, there became less and less street lights. Of course, I thought it odd.

“You ever been to the island?” the driver asked, distracting me from my thoughts.

“What? Oh, no, I haven’t.”

“How’d you hear about it?”

“I stumbled across the place that I am staying at and saw that it had great ratings. I just needed a vacation somewhere that was secluded.”

“Yeah, the Barry’s are nice and offer great service and hospitality.”

“How did you know where I was going?” I asked nervously.

“The address that you put in when you ordered the Uber.”

“Oh, right.”

I had in fact forgotten. I had also forgotten that there weren’t many people who lived on the island, so everyone probably knew each other. I began to relax as we talked for the next 10 minutes. He then pulled into the driveway of this beautiful, Victorian house. The architecture and pointed triangular roof tops. It was a large house, two stories. For two people in their 50s, this was a lot of house. The driver got my things out of the trunk as I walked up to the door. Before I could knock, it opened and their stood this woman, almost scared me half to death.

She had mocha skin, tight, like it had been pulled back, long, jet black hair, beady gray eyes, a neck like a giraffe, extremely high cheekbones, and skinnier than a rail. I quickly put on a smile to hide the fact that I was terrified. She looked possessed.

“Hi, you must be Mrs. Barry. I’m Iris.”

“Good evening, and please call me Janelle,” she screeched in her high pitched voice.

My heart stopped at her voice. I didn’t even want to go in anymore. I wanted the driver to take me back, but as soon as I turned around, all I could see was his taillights in the distance. I’m screwed. I turned back to the demon lady and she invited me in. I clutched my suitcase and slowly walked in. The inside of the house made my breath get caught in my throat. Obviously, this couple was into taxidermy, for there were stuffed animal heads and full animals everywhere. I’m not religious but even looking at this house I wish I had a rosary.

“Why don’t I show you to the back house and you get settled in,” came the voice again.

“Um, sure. Yeah, that would be great.”

I followed the decrepit lady through the foyer into the living room. I stopped dead in my tracks as I saw a cat with its teeth baring, hissing at what seemed to be some sort of dog.

“Oh, don’t mind them dear, that is how they play,” she said, giving me this look like I was dinner.

Out the back door I began to relax. The pool was lit and the water running down the rocks was soothing. There were lawn chairs lining the pool, a gazebo with a grill and some outdoor couches, a small garden on the outskirts of the pool area. It was beautiful to say the least. We got to the back house and she unlocked the door. I followed her in.

“Here are you quarters. Don’t be too shy to ask for anything. Also, make sure to look the doors and windows at night.”

“Why?” I asked, regretfully.

“Why dear, there’s a storm coming. There are also boards for the windows.”

As she walked out, I knew that was a lie. I locked the door behind her and made sure the windows were locked as well. I looked around the small cottage. There was a bathroom in the back with just a toilet and small shower, like that of a tiny house, the bed was king sized, the desk was small but usable and the décor was lovely, not like in the main house. I showered and unpacked some of my things, putting them into drawers. I was only going to be here a week. That meant I had five days to get my story and get the hell out of here. This place just had ‘bad idea’ written all over it.

Part of me wishes I had listened to Tasia and Jermail. The other part of me knew that this was going to be my big break into the world of independent blogging. I setup my tablet on the desk and finished the post for today. I responded to some comments, plugged it in to charge and my phone and camera, then headed to the bed. My eyes were heavy from the long ride. Though, I was a tad bit scared to go to sleep because of the nightmares and being in this nightmarish place, I knew that my dreams could be worse. I turned off the lights and let the sleep consume me.

Short Stories, Sneak Peeks

Short Story Sunday 3/19/2017 (Sage)

I got out the cab and tipped the driver.  Bag held close I walked to the 20 story hotel. I can’t believe this man lives in this palace off of my fucking money. Walking to the concierge’s desk, the woman behind the desk looked up and smiled.

“Hi, how may I help you?”

“I’m here to meet Mr. Walker. He is expecting me.”

“Name?”

“Xiochitl.”

“Last name?”

“It’s just Xiochitl.”

“Like Beyonce?”

“No, not like Beyoncé. Xiochitl.”

“I’m sorry. Uh yes, I see your name on the list. He’s in room 2060.”

“Thanks.”

Like Beyoncé. Tuh. I walked to the bank of elevators and waited with a few other people that were standing there. The doors opened and we got in. Luckily I was the only one going to the top floor. Once the others had gotten off, the elevator finally stopped at the 2oth floor. It was quiet. Almost too quiet.

I looked at the sign to see which way to go and turned left. His room was in the corner of the hall at the end. I looked at the window, fixing my wig. I rang the doorbell. I waited a few seconds then heard someone coming to the door. He opened the door completely naked, dick hard. He wastes no time.

“Glad you made it. Did you find it okay?”

“Who doesn’t know this hotel?” I said sarcastically, walking in, pulling my gloves tighter.

He had furnished the place nicely. Gold trim, black suede couches, a pool table, typical bachelor’s pad. There were pieces of art on the wall, all naked women in sexual positions.

“Where’s the bedroom?”

“My kind of woman. This way.”

I followed him down the hall to a room that was the size of my downstairs kitchen. For a place like this you would think the bedroom would be bigger. I threw my bad at the head of the bed and took off my coat. I wore nothing underneath. I knew this was going to be a messy job and didn’t want to leave any evidence I had been here.

He came up behind me and kissed my neck, squeezing my breasts. I pushed him off.

“Lay down.”

He quickly got in the bed and laid on his back. I secured each limb with some rope to the four bed posts. I could see his chest rising and falling quickly. He must’ve taken something.

“What did you pop?”

“Ecstasy and a molly.”

Figures.

“Aren’t you going to take your gloves off?”

Ignoring him, I took out my whip and let the tassels run up his leg before I snapped it against his chest. He groaned and his eyes grew wild. I pulled out a condom and climbed between my legs, taking the condom out the wrapper and sliding it down his dick with my mouth, sucking as I went down.

I didn’t have much time and needed this to be quick before the real escort got here. I straddled him and slid down slowly, watching his wild eyes. They were beginning to turn read. I rode him up and down, bouncing fast and hard. I could see him foaming at the mouth. Fuck, this was going to be shitty.

He writhed under me as he came. I got off before he could finish.

“Why’d you get off?” he seethed. “I was fucking cumming.!”

“Yeah, I know, but then I thought about it and decided you didn’t deserve it.”

“I paid you $2,000!”

“No, you paid Xiochtil $2,000.”

“What?”

I took off my wig and threw it in my bag, and then pulled off the silicon mask Tyrell made for me. His eyes got big.

“Fucking Sage!”

“Damn fucking right.”

“What is this?”

“You fucked me over, now it’s time for payback.”

“What you’re going to leave me here tied up?”

I pulled out my syringe and placed it in one of his needle marks on his arm. He screamed and tried to move, but I knew this place had sound proof walls.

“I have cameras,” he foamed.

“My team has already taken care of that.”

I injected his arm with potassium chloride, only enough that he would die slowly. All it would do was stop his heart. He began seizing and foaming at the mouth. With the drugs in his system, they would think he overdosed. I untied his arms and legs and put everything back in my bag. Giving the room a once over as his body moved about wildly, veins popping out of his neck, I put on the mask , wig and coat.

When I got to the door of the bedroom, I remembered the condom. I walked back in and took  it off, placing it in a Ziploc bag in my bag’s side pocket. My head snapped when I heard the sound of the front door unlocking.

“Shit!” I whispered.

Grabbing I bag, I ran to the window.

“Will?” called out a female voice.

I opened the window to a fire escape.

“Yes!”

I climbed out and closed the window behind me. I peeked in as a woman came in the room. When she realized he was dead, she screamed. Then another person came in.

“Jeremy!”

I felt the blood boiling under my skin. That piece of shit. Why is he here? I ran down the fire escape. I dialed my sisters number.

“We have a motherfucking problem!”

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Perish Island: A Short Thriller (Chapter 1)

It was the third time that I had woken up from the same dream. It was always the same. Scary. Daunting. Unreal. I could never figure out why I kept dreaming about the same thing. Was it trying to warn me? Tell me something? Or was it just a side effect from the pint of ice cream I had last night before bed?

I looked at the bed side clock. It was barely 3. That had to be a sign too. I laid in bed staring at the ceiling, checking everything off the list I had for things I had packed. Socks. Check. Underwear. Check. Pants. Check. Bra. Check. By the time I had gone through the list, t was 3:12. I rolled over and closed my eyes. Drifting back to sleep. The dream continued.

I was running through the woods! Someone, or something was chasing me. I couldn’t seem to shake them, or it. I heard the footsteps running after me, but barely over the sound of my heart racing. I was coming to the edge of a cliff, nothing but roaring waters down below. I still heard the footsteps, running.

I saw the shadows but I couldn’t tell from which direction. Was it more than one? I weighed my options. If I jump, I die by drowning. If I stay here and get captured, I die. Neither option had a good ending so I went with the first one and jumped. I screamed on the way down. I felt hands on my shoulders, someone shaking me and calling my name.

“Iris! Wake up! Iris! Iris!”

I jolted up in my bed. It was daylight. Already? How long had I been dreaming. I looked at the clock. It was 7 in the morning. I rubbed my eyes.

“You were having that dream again, weren’t you?” asked my sister, Tasia.

“Yeah, and I’m so sick of it. I don’t know what any of it means and I feel like something is going to happen soon. That I am going to actually live out this dream.”

“You know mom always said…”

“Yeah, mom always said, ‘My dear, you have the gift of premonitions. Use that gift wisely.’ But hell, I die in this so called premonition.”

“Well, maybe it’s not a premonition, maybe you’re just stressed about this trip. It’s a big story for you to try to uncover and you’re under a lot of pressure.”

“Yeah, maybe you’re right.”

“Well, you should probably be getting ready. I packed you some food for the bus and boat ride,” she sad before leaving.

“Thanks,” I called after her.

I showered and got dressed. Bringing my suitcase down the stairs, I could hear the television.

“Breaking News! We just got word that the storms are brewing around Perish Island. Any travelers, we highly advise that you hold off on your trip until the storms have passed.”

I walked in as my sister turned to look at me, with that look in her eyes.

“Tasia, don’t be silly. That storm could end up going the other way.”

“Iris, you know the stories behind that island, which is why you’re going there. You know it’s dangerous as is and now these storms? You want to risk your life just for some views on your blog?”

“Tasia it’s more than that. You know I want my blog to turn into a source of income and for other bloggers and websites to take me seriously. All of these pieces lately haven’t been as buzzworthy and you know I can’t stand celebrity gossip.”

“I know but still, I worry. We are all we have left,” she sulked.

“We have Jermail.”

“You have Jermail.”

“Hey, you know he loves you too.”

“Just be careful.”

“I promise,” I said as I went over and hugged her.

“I’m glad Jermail is going with you.”

“I’m glad he is too,” I lied.

I hadn’t told my sister that Jermail and I had broken up a week ago and that I was doing this trip solo, hence why we broke up. He didn’t approve of me going alone, so I ended things. But I definitely wasn’t about to tell her that.

I heard the horn of the Uber and got my things and food she packed for me. She stood at the door and watched me off. I looked out the back window and waved. At that moment, I now realized, I should’ve never gone to Perish Island.

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Short Story Sunday 3/12/2017 Hustle in Paris (an excerpt)

I trailed a finger down his chest to his dick, which to no surprise was just waiting to burst out of his pants.

“I…I’m a virgin,” he whispered.

“Don’t worry, it won’t hurt.”

Unzipping his pants, I pulled his dick out. He gasped and stiffened, looking at me. I stroked him softly and he put his hands on my ass, unsure if it was okay. I knelt down and licked the pre cum off his tip.

“You have to breathe or you will pass out.”

He let out a breath and relaxed. I sucked him fast and hard. He screamed as he let out the first nut, probably his first nut ever.

“Oh, fuck!” he said in French.

I pushed him against the wall, turned around, lifted my dress, grabbed his dick and pushed it in me. I bounced back and forth on him as he moaned and gasped. He grabbed my hips.

“Pull me faster,” I said. For a scrawny boy, he had some strength. I reached between my legs and grabbed his balls.

“Ah, ah, fuck!” he screamed.

I pulled his dick out and led him back to the dining room. I pushed him in a chair and straddled him. He started to get the hang of it and pulled my breasts out, sucking on them. I bounced harder and faster. I reached behind to grab his balls, making sure he didn’t come in me. Just what I would need, a baby by a baby.

His balls were hard and I knew he was on the edge. I got up and sucked him dry, him screaming again. To my surprise, he got up and lifted my on to the table on my back. He spread my legs and sucked and licked me like a pro. This, he had most definitely done before.

He circled and sucked and licked and took all of me in his mouth. I came over and over. I screamed when he shoved his dick in, this time, him taking complete control. He breathed fast and hard and grabbed my breast, fucking me like his life depended on it. In so many ways this was wrong, but he was legal and it felt so good. Guess I can add cougar to my repertoire.

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Short Story Sunday 3/5/2017 (Her Hustle in Paris)

Danisha and Darnell

I walked my sister to the door, hugged and kissed her and watched until she drove off. Anissa was right though. It wouldn’t hurt to call Darnell. As I walked up the stairs, I scrolled through my phone for his number. Then his face popped up on my screen. He was FaceTiming me. I ran to the bathroom to look in the mirror and made sure I was presentable. I took a deep breath in and out and answered.

“Hey Darnell.”

“Hey Danisha. Is this a bad time?”

“No. My sister just left.”

“Oh, ok. Well, how are you?”

“Fine. And you?”

“You still tricking?”

I glared at him in the phone. He kept a straight face. He hadn’t cracked a smile since we had been talking. I laid on the bed.

“No, Darnell, I am not still tricking and I never have.”

“Your girlfriend?”

“She moved to Tokyo. Why are you asking all these questions about my personal life? We haven’t spoken in months and you want to know who I’m fucking or who I’m with?”

“I just wanted to make sure I wasn’t interrupting anything.”

“What did you call me for Darnell?”

“I moved to Houston last week and wanted to see if you wanted to get together some time and just talk.”

I threw the phone at the wall and regretted it as soon as it had left my hand. “That fucking bastard!” I grabbed my pillow and screamed into it. Then, the doorbell rang. My heart pounded faster. I walked slowly down the stairs as it rang again. I looked through the peep hole and it was Darnell. How the fuck did he know where I lived?

“I know you’re here Danisha.”

Dammit! I swung the door open.

“What the entire absolute fuck are you doing here Darnell?”

He grabbed my waist and kissed me. He slammed the door behind him. He lifted me and I wrapped my legs around him. He leaned me down on the couch and slipped his hands into my shorts. He fingered me so softly. He took my shirt off and pulled the cups of my bra down, exposing and attacking my breasts, continuing to finger me. I moaned in his ear and grabbed the back of his neck. With my free hand, I grabbed his dick, which was already hard. I pulled it out his pants and stroked it.

He kept biting my breasts and fingering me a little faster. He stopped and pulled my shorts off. Grabbing a condom out of his shorts, he put it on and took his shoes and pants off. He climbed back on top and kissed me. I grabbed his dick and put it in, forgetting how big it was. He filled me and I let out a loud moan. He kept stroking deeper, harder and faster. I kept screaming, not being able to control myself and the heat between us. He rolled over on the couch, putting me on top. I rode and rode him. He sucked my breasts and smacked my ass. He was so damn big. I didn’t even hear the door open and my sister screamed. I kept going.

“Sorry, I’ll go upstairs,” she said as she took off.

Darnell laughed and I kept going, ignoring what was going on. I had been thinking about this moment for the longest. He turned us to the side and hit it as hard as he could. He lifted me and laid me on the couch, stroking deeper and faster.

“Fuck me Darnell! Fuck me!”

He turned me over and hit it from the back, bending me over deeper. His strokes grew more aggressive, causing me to scream louder. I had forgot all about my sister. He flipped me over again, stroking harder. I think he was at his peak. He lifted one of my legs and hooked a finger around my big toe and stroked deeper. I screamed because he had gone too deep. He grunted and groaned in my ear and then pulled out. Putting his shoes and pants back on, he left and didn’t turn around. Not a single word.

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Short Story Sunday 2/19/2017 (Sage)

I never tried any kinky shit before Jeremy asked me, but I figured what the hell. So, here I am, laying in bed, naked, all four limbs tied to the bed post, blindfolded. Felt like I had been laying here for hours as he rummaged around the room, my senses in overdrive.

“You ready?” he asked, scaring me from my thoughts.

“I’ve been ready.”

“Smart ass.” I could tell he was smirking.

I felt something tickling my leg, a feather maybe. It sent a shiver straight up my back and to my pussy. Senses definitely in overdrive. I felt him move on to the bed on side of me and then in between my legs. My heart was racing. What the hell was he about to do? The agreement was I couldn’t ask questions or say anything. It was simply to pleasure him by pleasuring me.

I felt the feather on both legs now, going up my thigh. It tickled, but was very arousing. He brushed them up my belly, around my breasts, and circled my hard nipples. I gasped, letting him know I was explicitly enjoying this. Then the feathers stopped.  I moved a little and then heard the sound of a whistle and something slapping me hard, stinging, sending pain throughout my entire body.

“What the fuck Jeremy?”

“I said don’t move or speak,” he said and whipped me again across my thigh.

I winced but didn’t move. He really liked this punishing thing. I had to admit that this was turning me on as well. I felt his hands on my thigh where the whip had met my skin and he was massaging it with his hands and then his tongue and lips. Now that was more like it. He moved his way down to my right foot and began to massage it. Wearing those wretched heels all day, I needed this.

I couldn’t help but wonder what he was preparing me for, but I was going to enjoy it while it lasted. He stopped and I instantly felt something cold, ice, in his mouth, going up my leg. He moved slowly, in circles, up to my knee, then my thigh. Yes, he was about to put the ice on my clit. I’ve been waiting for this.

Then, he moved up to my navel, fucking bastard. I sighed, not realizing I had been holding my breath. This really was fucking torture, no pun intended. He moved to one nipple and I felt something clamp down on it. It must’ve been a clamp. He moved the ice around my nipple, stimulating it even more, while putting another clamp on the other.

At this point, I’m sure Niagara Falls was rushing from my pussy. I felt his body over me. He was a pretty big dude, 6’5, 250, muscles stacked, dark chocolate, buns of steel, and fine as fuck. He moved to my neck, making me forget about the nipple clamps. I moaned, and as he moved over me, I felt his dick on my stomach.

Though I had never seen or felt his dick, I knew it was big and I knew he was hard as fuck. He was torturing me and himself. I felt his fingers slide between my pussy lips.

“Oh God,” I whispered.

He began to slowly massage my bulging sex with his thumb, and I felt the oil, making his thumb smooth and the firm pressure more gentle. He brought his lips to mine, with what was left of the ice. He kissed me deeply, pressing his body and erect dick against me.

I wanted to move so bad and wrap my legs and arms around him, but the feeling of not being able to touch him and not being able to see, made this so much more erotic. He kissed my chin, moving down my chest and to my stomach, slipping his index finger inside me.

“J…j…Jer…Jeremy,” I stammered.

“Uh-uh,” he said against my stomach, instantly feeling the sting of his hand against my left thigh.

The sting made the feeling of his thumb on my clit, lips on my stomach and finger in my pussy more intense. For the love of God if this man doesn’t eat my pussy, I screamed in my head. As if he could hear my thoughts, he devoured my clit in his mouth, putting his whole face in it. Sucking, licking, so fucking sloppy. Then I felt it.

“Jeremy, I’m coming! I’m coming!”

The orgasm ripped through my entire body. I gripped the posts to cushion the impact from the earthquake coursing through my body.

“Yes! Fuck! Don’t stop! Shit! Oh, God!”

As I came down from the peak, he lapped up all of my juices, not wasting a drop. I was panting and really wanting to move, but he had other plans. He removed the nipple clamps and massaged an oil on them.

I felt him over me again, then he began to ferociously suck my left nipple and pinch the right. He grazed his teeth ever so gently, then switched breasts. I felt the tip of his dick near the entrance of my pussy. He inserted the head and my breath caught in my throat. He was fucking huge and it was just the head. He took it out and pushed it back in, only the head.

“Ahhhh,” I moaned.

I needed more, I wanted more.

“Not yet,” he said.

He moved off from over me and untied my wrists and ankles.

“Turn over,” he said.

I obeyed.

“Ass up, move to the edge of the bed.”

I obeyed. He massaged some oil on my ass and then I felt a sting against both ass cheeks. I restrained from moving, as hard as it was. He spread my ass cheeks and lubricated my ass, slipping his thumb inside. I’d never done anal, so I was very excited. He pulled his thumb out and I felt something replace it. He slipped something round in. Anal beads. Oh my god, yes!

He slipped in another. I felt my juices running down my leg.

“Oh, shit,” I moaned.

My ass stung again. Dammit. He kept putting the beads in, then stopped. I felt him positioning himself between my legs. Without warning he pushed his dick in.

“Oh shit, Jeremy, oh my god, finally!”

Another sting to my ass. He fucked me as he pulled out and inserted the anal beads. The sensation from both the anal and vaginal penetration, I couldn’t help but to move, even though sting after sting came to my ass. At this point I was like fuck it. I guess he was getting into it as well because he stopped slapping my ass and gripped my hip, pulling me back as he pushed inside me.

With his other hand, he still worked the beads. The sensation came again.

“Jeremy, shit, I’m…”

He ripped the beads out as I came. I screamed with everything I had. It felt like I was orgasming from my ass and my pussy.

“Shit Sage, I’m ’bout to bust!” he said

I gripped the sheets, to brace his force. He was ramming his dick in now. I took the blindfold off and threw my ass back. I was still cumming. Then he pulled out and nutted on my ass. He flipped me over, stuck his index and middle finger in to assist in me riding out the rest of my orgasm.

I gripped his wrist, thrusting him deeper. He kissed me passionately and rough. I finished and my body went limp. I knew that this was just the beginning…

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Short Story Sunday 2/12/2017 The Cable Guy

Janet heard the knock on the door and knew it was the cable guy. She opened it and welcomed him in. She showed him where the cable needed to be installed and which rooms. She yelled to her daughter, Maliyah, that the cable guy was there and that she was leaving to do some errands. When she left, the cable guy got to work in the living room. After about ten minutes, he felt someone grab his ass.

He turned around to see a woman who looked 25, but he knew she was younger. She smiled and licked her lips at him.

“I don’t think that this is appropriate,” he said, trying to sound like he meant it.

Looking at her all he could think about was his dick in her mouth and then bending her over.

“Why not? You don’t like pussy?” she teased, twirling her hair with her pointer finger.

“How old are you?”

“I’m 21.”

He thought about it and then turned to get back to work. She grabbed his dick from behind and he instantly got hard. He turned to look at her again.

“I can’t do this with you, you’re too young.”

“That’s not what your dick says,” she said and before he could protest, his pants were at his ankle and his dick in her mouth.

He thought about resisting but she was a pro at what she was doing. He gave in and let her suck his dick. Technically, this was okay because he wasn’t actually in her pussy. She grabbed his balls firmly and jiggled and pulled gently on them. He gasped while looking down at her looking up at him, sucking him hard. He put one hand on her head and pushed her head to him so he could go deeper.

“Yeah, just like that,” he growled.

He was about to release and grabbed her head with both hands. He thrusted faster in her mouth, causing her to gag. He was about to teach her a lesson about not fucking with a grown man dick. He released still fucking her mouth viciously. He pulled it out and watched her gag. She wasn’t ready but he was still going to show her.

He got out his shoes and took his pants all the way off. He picked her up and sat her on the couch. He lifted her skirt and saw she had no panties on. He spread her legs and ate her pussy. The way she squirmed, she wasn’t ready for that either. He continued attacking her clitoris and then put two fingers in her tight pussy. She screamed and moaned. Whether or not it was pain or pleasure, he didn’t care.

An orgasm ripped through her body and she convulsed, screaming. He wondered if the neighbors could hear her. He turned her so that she was now laying on the couch. He got between her legs and her eyes widened, as he slipped on a condom. He plunged in her making her scream. Tears came rolling out and he thrusted in her tight, wet pussy hard and fast. The tears stopped and she appeared to be enjoying it, though still screaming.

She knew he wasn’t going to stop. He had a better idea. He pulled out and told her to get on the floor on all fours. She did quickly and he squatted behind her. He entered her slowly, but fucked her hard. Her screams got him off quickly. He felt he was about to release and couldn’t control himself and fucked her a little to hard. He turned into a beast. When he was done he stood up and put his pants back on and his shoes.

He got back to work, ignoring her as she could barely walk straight. She sat back on the couch and watched him. When he was done with all the rooms he told her he was leaving.

“When will you come back?” she asked.

“Did you not learn your lesson?”

“What lesson?”

“Not to fuck with a grown man dick?”

“But I like grown man dicks,” she said, sauntering over to him. She gave him a little squeeze and fluttered her eyes at him. He smiled and left before his dick got too hard. When he got to his truck, Janet was pulling up.

“Did everything get installed?” she asked.

“Yes ma’am. It was kind of hard to get in at first but after a while everything went in easily,” he smiled, knowing she had no idea what he just did to her daughter.

He got in his truck and drove off to another appointment.

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Short Story Sunday 2/5/2017 (The Virgin)

Restaurant Antics

When I walked in the restaurant, Wayne was sitting in a corner by himself. He looked as good as he always did. I made sure to wear something extremely low cut and extremely short. He claims he wasn’t a virgin but tonight we were going to see about that. I sauntered over to the table and he looked up at me. He was speechless.

I watched him swallow hard and saw beads of sweat forming on his forehead. Perfect. I knew that his cock had to be hard now. I sat across from him. And made sure to stick my already large chest out. He couldn’t take his eyes off of my breasts. The waiter came over and took our drink orders and then left. I smiled at him as he finally lifted his eyes to my face.

“This is a nice restaurant,” I said.

“Yeah, it is. It’s my favorite,” he replied.

He took a few sips of his water. I couldn’t help the fact that my inner goddess was doing summersaults at his expense. This man had no idea what he was in for. Little did he know, I booked the entire restaurant for the night so we could have privacy.

“It must be a slow night,” he said.

I shrugged as if it didn’t matter to me. The waiter came back with our drinks and took our food orders. After he left, I took my heels off and placed my feet on either side of his cock. Oh, yeah, he was hard. He moved my feet away quickly and his light, brown skin turned red.

“What are you doing? That’s extremely inappropriate.”

“I’m sorry. Guess I got the wrong idea,” I said sarcastically.

He eyed me up and down, stopping at my breasts.

“What I find inappropriate is that you keep staring at my breasts,” I said.

“Well, you got them all out for everyone to see!”

“If you want to keep staring at my breasts, unzip your pants and pull your dick out.”

He looked me in my eyes and he didn’t know what to say. He was in shock that I could even say anything like that. At work I keep the explicit language to a minimum, but outside of work, I say, and do, as I please with it.

“What if somebody sees?” he whispered.

“Trust me, nobody will.”

He looked around and put his hands under the table. I heard his zipper go down. When his hands were back on the table, I leaned forward and grabbed his cock. He gasped as I stroked him up and down. His breathing increased. He tried to keep cool and pretend nothing was happening. He moved closer to the edge of his seat so I could get a good grip on his full length. The waiter came back with our food.

The look on Wayne’s face was priceless because I didn’t stop jerking him off. I kept my eyes on him and he kept his on me. I felt his whole body stiffen. He was about to release and the waiter was still there placing the food on the table. He put a hand under the table and tried to get me to stop but it was too late. He let out a yell and guided my hand faster up and down his length. The waiter paid no attention and walked away. Wayne’s release was all over my hand. I licked it all off. He watched, still breathing hard and zipping his pants.

“Why didn’t you stop and why are you licking my, you know, off your hand?”

“You really are a virgin aren’t you?” I asked quizzically.

He nodded and started eating his food. I smiled. This was going to be fun. Even though he was 20 years older than me, I get to show and teach him a few things. I ate my food and we talked about music. That was all we ever really talked about. Music was his thing. He liked rap, R&B, old school and a lot more. We had similar tastes in artists and genres. This man had no idea the things I thought about doing to him. If only he knew. I got up and sat next to him, undoing his pants again. He grabbed my hands.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m going to suck your dick.”

“What?” he exclaimed.

“You heard me.”

He moved his hands, slowly, and I pulled his dick out again. He got bold and touched my breasts.

“You can pull them out if you want,” I smiled.

He didn’t move so I pulled them out for him. He grabbed both of them and put his cock in my mouth. It was so big.

“Ah,” he groaned.

He pinched my nipples and I felt my pussy start to get wet. Sooner or later, I was going to have to fuck him. I heard footsteps coming towards us and I got under the table, still sucking his dick.

“Will there be any dessert, sir?”

I grazed his cock with my teeth and he jumped.

“Uh, uh, no, that’s, that’s all,” he stammered.

The waiter was clearing the table. He was going particularly slow. What Wayne didn’t know was that this was apart of my plan. I wanted to break him out of his shell. I was going to make him cum while the waiter was standing there. I guess Wayne finally broke out of it because next thing I know he grabbed my head and was thrusting his hips forward, fucking my mouth. He let out a loud groan and released down my throat. The waiter pretended not to notice and Wayne seemed a bit angry. The waiter left and Wayne yanked me out from under the table.

“I don’t know what kind of game you’re trying to play but this is wrong,” he seethed.

“How is it wrong?” I asked, leaning back, playing with my hard nipples.

He watched me and jumped forward and grabbed one with his teeth. He bit down hard, making me yelp a little. He moved his hand up my thigh to my dripping pussy. I had no panties on. He inserted two fingers and fingered my clit with his thumb. He hit both my g-spot and my clit at the same time. I was moaning louder now. The waiter came back and filled our wine glasses, ignoring us. I saw his cock start to bulge and I grabbed it, Wayne not even noticing.

I quickly unzipped the waiter’s pants and his hard, black cock fell out. I pulled him to my lips and teased his shaft with my tongue. I tasted his pre-cum. He was young. Maybe 20 or so. I stared in his eyes as I sucked his young cock. He came quickly and I licked his dick clean. I nodded my head back and he left. Wayne sped up his fingers on my g-spot and my clit. I came hard, yelling out. I pushed him back and quickly straddled him. I was going to fuck his big virgin dick so good. I slid down him fast and he breathed in deeply. I rode him hard and fast, barely giving him a chance to breath.

“I can’t believe this is happening,” he moaned.

He smacked my ass and bit down on my nipple hard. He was liking this.

“Yeah, ride it faster,” he growled against my nipple.

I bounced up and down fast and he grabbed my hips to pull me deeper. My breasts bounced up and down in his face and I felt his dick get harder. He was growling like a beast now. It was so turning me on. I let out a yell as I climaxed. My body convulsed and he followed. I got off him and licked both of our release off his dick. As it softened I took one of the table napkins to wipe myself clean. He stopped me.

“Get on the table and lay back in front of me,” he said. To be honest, I was a bit shocked.

“You’re not a virgin are you?”

“No, I’m not, now stop wasting time,” he smiled.

I got on the table and spread my legs towards him. I leaned back and I instantly felt his skilled tongue licking up my cum. It felt so fucking good. He buried his face deeper between my legs as he ate my pussy. I grabbed his bald head and squeezed his face with my thighs. I arched my back at the sensation as he nibbled on my clit ever so slightly. He pressed his tongue up against me harder and swirled it around.

I exploded in his mouth and screamed loud in pleasure. He licked up all my cum, slowly. When he was done, I got off the table and we fixed our clothes. He left the money on the table and we headed to exit the restaurant. Our waiter was standing there to say good bye. As I whispered in his ear that I left him a tip and my number on the table, I grabbed his cock and gave it a slight squeeze. He stiffened and we left the restaurant.

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Short Story Sunday 1/8/2017 (Her Hustle Shorts)

Darnisha: Sunday Night Chronicles

Bars and clubs are always cliché, but it was a Sunday and I was bored. I was also horny and needed some play. Standing in my closet looking from one short dress to the next, I picked the last one. Red. Yoni coverage minimal. Easy access. Fitted. This pretty much covered my entire wardrobe. Granted my job didn’t require professional attire, but it was a profession nonetheless. Finally dressed, taking a once over in the mirror, I grabbed some condoms. Best sex is safe sex. On my way to seek out my first victim…

The valet line was long but the way I was dressed and sauntered up to the booth, they handled my parking fairly quickly. Skipping the line of pretenders to get in, I thought about how that used to be me. The come up was real and I be damned if I ever go back to that. Soon as I walked in, I spotted him at the end of the bar. maneuvering through the crowd, I sat at the opposite end, not in his line of vision but somewhere I knew he could see me. I ordered a drink. Then, things got pretty interesting…

While vibing to the music, I felt a tap on my shoulder. Smiling to myself I turned around. It wasn’t him, but this man was equally gorgeous and arousing. My yoni purred just a little at the sight of his dark skin, blue blazer, suited slacks, and hugging t-shirt. This many was every bit of 6’3 and the epitome of the kind of men I do business with. His swagger was a bit different. “Excuse me miss. Do you mind moving over so my wife can sit down.” My face fell…

After taking a hit to my ego, hell and my pride for that matter, I walked over to the VIP section and took my usual seat. With the exception of the man at the end of the bar, this club was subpar. I finished my drink and closed out my tab. I walked to the restroom to fix my hair before going to the next club. As I washed my hands I felt someone behind me, rubbing their manly hands up my thigh, finding me quite drenched. I looked up in the mirror and it was the man at the end of the bar…

Placing a finger between my slit I gasped, leaning back into his hard chest and even harder erection. His eyes were dark and the mysteriousness behind them made my knees weak. He was bad news but the way he worked his fingers, I didn’t care. He worked me until I reached my peak, throwing my head back against his shoulders, crying out in pleasure…

He turned me around to face him, hovering over me. He glared into my eyes and I couldn’t breathe. He was mesmerizing. I heard his zipper but never took my eyes off of him. I heard the wrapper of a condom but did not notice him ever moving until I felt the head of his staff slowly make its way inside me, stretching me more than I ever had before…

By this time I was also on the counter. He had lifted me when I was lost deep into his eyes. He slowly, aggressively entered and pulled out, making sure I felt every inch of his length and circumference. I wrapped my arms around his neck and held on for the intenseness of his rhythm was debilitating. I couldn’t moan, scream or cry out. He pulled my hair back, exposing my neck, licking and sucking the life out of me. I closed my eyes and let myself go…

I was weak when he finally pulled out. Taking my eyes off of him and looking down, I could’ve had a heart attack. He was huge. Now I see why he got me off with his handy work first. He lifted me off the counter and stared down at me. “On your knees.” And as if his words had power over my body, I felt myself getting down on my knees. “Open your mouth.” My mouth obeyed. He worked his way into my mouth. I stared up at him as he gently held the back of my head, and moved his hips back and forth. I could hear the beast in him stirring from his growls. I was immediately turned on. I pleasured myself as he was being pleased with my warm, wet mouth…

I felt him stiffen and grunt deeply, quickly thrusting his hips and going deeper down my throat. I felt the edge of the condom fill with his cum. I released while he was still cumming, my moans mixed with me gagging. He slowed and pulled himself out of my mouth, while lifting me up off of the ground. He kissed me in a way that made me want to give up my ways, our hearts beating together, but I knew he was just a future client…

He stepped back and got on one knee, lifting me onto the counter, putting my legs on his shoulders and assaulted my bulging clit with his tongue. He was messy with it too, sucking, licking, moisturizing his beard and lips with my secretions. I grabbed his head and moved my hips with his movements. I was about to climax and he stopped, looked up at my reaction and flicked his tongue quickly, instantly sending me into a fit of orgasms…

He kept going even after I was done. I hadn’t been this satiated since…since Darnell. He stood up, my juices all over his face and beard. He licked his lips and said, “Darnell sent me.” He threw 3 stacks on the counter, walked out and never looked back.

Fin.

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