is this?” Monica asked in a low tone, but loud enough for Jasmine to hear her.
“It’s yours,” Jasmine replied between breaths. Monica was doing the damn thing to her, and she was shocked because it was almost better than what James did the night before—almost.
“Tell me it’s my pussy! Say it!” Monica came back, enjoying the control she had over Jasmine at this point. If Jasmine had any doubts that a woman could please her the same or better as a man, Monica wanted to make sure that she knew she could have the best of both worlds.
“Monica, it’s your pussy. It’s yours, baby,” Jasmine responded as Monica turned her body so that she was on her knees in the doggy style position.
“It better be.”
Monica started kissing Jasmine down her back, and running her tongue up and down her spine, making Jasmine go crazy. Using some of the KY-Jelly from off the nightstand, she applied some on Jasmine’s asshole, never losing her rhythm with Jasmine throwing her ass back like crazy. She slowly pushed her finger into Jasmine’s ass and slowed down her stroke; Jasmine’s back stiffened.
“Jasmine, just relax. I won’t hurt you, just enjoy it.”
Every time Monica pushed in she pulled her finger out, and vice versa building up an orgasm so big Jasmine just about passed put from the explosion. Feeling satisfied that she’d handled her business, Monica pulled out of Jasmine and stepped out of her strap-on. Jasmine was lying face down on the bed trying to catch her breath as Monica dressed. Smiling to herself, she walked around the side of the bed and kissed Jasmine on the forehead.
“I’ll call you later,” Monica said before leaving the room, “and I’ll lock the door behind me. Don’t oversleep; it’s nine o’clock.”
Jasmine just kind of grunted her goodbye and remained sprawled out on the bed, trying to get herself together.
When Monica got downstairs, she spotted the peg block hanging by the door. Coming closer to it, she saw several keys hanging from it. There were numerous tags listing what the keys were over each peg, and the last one that read “Spare House Keys” had two of the same keys hanging from it. She started to just take a key, but that would be too easy. Testing the key in the door to make sure it was the right one, she did as she was told and pressed the key firmly into the clay; the shape and name on the key came out perfectly. Smiling to herself, she slid the clay into one of the sandwich bags on the table and left the house whistling.
On her way back home, she went by the locksmith’s office and dropped the imprint off. After knocking him off quickly, he told her she could come back and get the key that afternoon. She went home, and all of a sudden felt very sleepy and decided to take her shower after a nap. She would stop by and get the key before she made her way to the studio. She was shooting Usher for the June cover of Essence magazine, and she could not be late.
Jasmine finally got out of the bed a half hour after Monica left. Pulling the sheets with her, the pair of underwear that Monica planted there popped out as planned. Jasmine, not wanting James to know that Monica was there and thinking that those were the panties Monica came there in, put them in the bottom of the hamper, mentally writing herself a note to get them out later before James saw them. Already late for work, she quickly dressed and headed for the office, smiling all the way there, just as Monica said she would.
Dancing With The Devil
An hour later, Jasmine walked into the office with a smile so bright she could be the star of a Colgate commercial. Unusually friendly to everyone, she practically skipped into her office, flopping down in her chair when she got there. Not that she was a mean person, but Jasmine was very professional all the time, and it was rare that she was giddy and carefree like she was now. She didn’t know Monica had it in her to turn her out like that, but she was hooked.
“It’s yours,” Jasmine replied between breaths. Monica was doing the damn thing to her, and she was shocked because it was almost better than what James did the night before—almost.
“Tell me it’s my pussy! Say it!” Monica came back, enjoying the control she had over Jasmine at this point. If Jasmine had any doubts that a woman could please her the same or better as a man, Monica wanted to make sure that she knew she could have the best of both worlds.
“Monica, it’s your pussy. It’s yours, baby,” Jasmine responded as Monica turned her body so that she was on her knees in the doggy style position.
“It better be.”
Monica started kissing Jasmine down her back, and running her tongue up and down her spine, making Jasmine go crazy. Using some of the KY-Jelly from off the nightstand, she applied some on Jasmine’s asshole, never losing her rhythm with Jasmine throwing her ass back like crazy. She slowly pushed her finger into Jasmine’s ass and slowed down her stroke; Jasmine’s back stiffened.
“Jasmine, just relax. I won’t hurt you, just enjoy it.”
Every time Monica pushed in she pulled her finger out, and vice versa building up an orgasm so big Jasmine just about passed put from the explosion. Feeling satisfied that she’d handled her business, Monica pulled out of Jasmine and stepped out of her strap-on. Jasmine was lying face down on the bed trying to catch her breath as Monica dressed. Smiling to herself, she walked around the side of the bed and kissed Jasmine on the forehead.
“I’ll call you later,” Monica said before leaving the room, “and I’ll lock the door behind me. Don’t oversleep; it’s nine o’clock.”
Jasmine just kind of grunted her goodbye and remained sprawled out on the bed, trying to get herself together.
When Monica got downstairs, she spotted the peg block hanging by the door. Coming closer to it, she saw several keys hanging from it. There were numerous tags listing what the keys were over each peg, and the last one that read “Spare House Keys” had two of the same keys hanging from it. She started to just take a key, but that would be too easy. Testing the key in the door to make sure it was the right one, she did as she was told and pressed the key firmly into the clay; the shape and name on the key came out perfectly. Smiling to herself, she slid the clay into one of the sandwich bags on the table and left the house whistling.
On her way back home, she went by the locksmith’s office and dropped the imprint off. After knocking him off quickly, he told her she could come back and get the key that afternoon. She went home, and all of a sudden felt very sleepy and decided to take her shower after a nap. She would stop by and get the key before she made her way to the studio. She was shooting Usher for the June cover of Essence magazine, and she could not be late.
Jasmine finally got out of the bed a half hour after Monica left. Pulling the sheets with her, the pair of underwear that Monica planted there popped out as planned. Jasmine, not wanting James to know that Monica was there and thinking that those were the panties Monica came there in, put them in the bottom of the hamper, mentally writing herself a note to get them out later before James saw them. Already late for work, she quickly dressed and headed for the office, smiling all the way there, just as Monica said she would.
Dancing With The Devil
An hour later, Jasmine walked into the office with a smile so bright she could be the star of a Colgate commercial. Unusually friendly to everyone, she practically skipped into her office, flopping down in her chair when she got there. Not that she was a mean person, but Jasmine was very professional all the time, and it was rare that she was giddy and carefree like she was now. She didn’t know Monica had it in her to turn her out like that, but she was hooked.
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