thrusting himself in my pussy.
Suddenly I was scared. “I think I heard something. We better stop! This is my boss’s office! I can’t get caught fuckin’ up in here!” I said.
I instinctively lifted my legs from Life’s shoulders, pried myself off of his dick, and ran to the glass-cubed wall to see if anyone was coming. My hands shook as I peeped through a small slit in the blinds. Before I knew it, Life had pushed my legs apart from behind.
“But, but—what if—” I complained. Life ignored me and began kissing, sucking, and tonguing my ass like he was getting paid to turn me out.
“Oh shit!” I said. Smooth would never lick my asshole but I loved the way Life did it. The next thing I felt were heavy balls smacking up against me. Life slid into me and began pumping deep while gripping my waist tightly, until I forgot all about my boss and came again.
“Did you like all of that—huh? Did you like that, you freaky office hottie?” Life asked.
“Thank you for fucking the shit out of me,” I said. “I needed this so bad. Thank you!” I moaned.
Life dropped to his knees. I felt the most powerful sensation as I dripped into his mouth. His talented tongue persuaded my body to release yet another quick orgasm. He sucked my juicy nectar as he let it pour out of me. When I was dry, Life pulled away from me and began picking up his clothes. I turned around, speechless. I was drained, but also stunned when I noticed his tool was still fully erect. Life had never come, despite all of the nasty things that we’d done in every which way possible.
He saw me looking at it.
“Yea. This brotha got dick control. You betta believe it!” he told me as I put my clothes back on quickly. As Life opened my boss’s office door to leave, I still couldn’t speak. I wanted to ask him if he wanted a paper towel to clean his face, but he didn’t seem to care that my juices were still wet on his skin. I was so turned on by Life’s rugged sex appeal that I’d forgotten all about betraying crazy Smooth.
“You real sweet, boo,” Life told me before going out the door. “But there are two kinds of thugs on these streets. Thugs like Smooth who are selfish and grimy, and thugs like me who are just rough around the edges. If you get tired of Smooth controlling your every move, you know how to get at me. I would never hurt you. I only want to make you feel good,” Life wiped his face with his hands.
As he stood holding the door open I caught a peek of my boss walking into the main foyer. I ran over and shoved an empty FedEx box in Life’s hands and tried to pass him off as someone I’d called to pick up a package. I watched Life walk past my boss, wishing he’d move a helluva lot faster, but being the man he was, he maintained his normal swagger.
“Good morning,” I said when my boss walked into his office. “I was just getting a few things organized in your office—I hope you don’t mind. You told me to give you a reason to consider giving me that raise,” I teased.
“I’d say you just earned it for giving me that award-winning performance,” he laughed, then cleared his throat. “I came in early today. I was in the restroom when you and your thug friend arrived. You closed the door but you didn’t
lock
it, Yani. The only thing I was missing was a jar of Vaseline and a bag of popcorn.”
I looked down at the bulge in his pants and said, “Well,
Daddy,
I guess today it was my turn to put on a show for once, not yours. And since you peeped all my action, I’m sure you could tell that my thug baby was giving me the time of my
life.
”
PRETTY MF
Gerald K. Malcom
He dug her out. She screamed like someone was committing a murder. His back, full of sweat, housed her hands. Then her fingers. Then her nails. Then her pleasure. He dug her out.
It was that grimy dick he gave her that impressed. It was the way he reached for the sky and came slamming down into her. It was that R&B dick that dug and swirled and
Suddenly I was scared. “I think I heard something. We better stop! This is my boss’s office! I can’t get caught fuckin’ up in here!” I said.
I instinctively lifted my legs from Life’s shoulders, pried myself off of his dick, and ran to the glass-cubed wall to see if anyone was coming. My hands shook as I peeped through a small slit in the blinds. Before I knew it, Life had pushed my legs apart from behind.
“But, but—what if—” I complained. Life ignored me and began kissing, sucking, and tonguing my ass like he was getting paid to turn me out.
“Oh shit!” I said. Smooth would never lick my asshole but I loved the way Life did it. The next thing I felt were heavy balls smacking up against me. Life slid into me and began pumping deep while gripping my waist tightly, until I forgot all about my boss and came again.
“Did you like all of that—huh? Did you like that, you freaky office hottie?” Life asked.
“Thank you for fucking the shit out of me,” I said. “I needed this so bad. Thank you!” I moaned.
Life dropped to his knees. I felt the most powerful sensation as I dripped into his mouth. His talented tongue persuaded my body to release yet another quick orgasm. He sucked my juicy nectar as he let it pour out of me. When I was dry, Life pulled away from me and began picking up his clothes. I turned around, speechless. I was drained, but also stunned when I noticed his tool was still fully erect. Life had never come, despite all of the nasty things that we’d done in every which way possible.
He saw me looking at it.
“Yea. This brotha got dick control. You betta believe it!” he told me as I put my clothes back on quickly. As Life opened my boss’s office door to leave, I still couldn’t speak. I wanted to ask him if he wanted a paper towel to clean his face, but he didn’t seem to care that my juices were still wet on his skin. I was so turned on by Life’s rugged sex appeal that I’d forgotten all about betraying crazy Smooth.
“You real sweet, boo,” Life told me before going out the door. “But there are two kinds of thugs on these streets. Thugs like Smooth who are selfish and grimy, and thugs like me who are just rough around the edges. If you get tired of Smooth controlling your every move, you know how to get at me. I would never hurt you. I only want to make you feel good,” Life wiped his face with his hands.
As he stood holding the door open I caught a peek of my boss walking into the main foyer. I ran over and shoved an empty FedEx box in Life’s hands and tried to pass him off as someone I’d called to pick up a package. I watched Life walk past my boss, wishing he’d move a helluva lot faster, but being the man he was, he maintained his normal swagger.
“Good morning,” I said when my boss walked into his office. “I was just getting a few things organized in your office—I hope you don’t mind. You told me to give you a reason to consider giving me that raise,” I teased.
“I’d say you just earned it for giving me that award-winning performance,” he laughed, then cleared his throat. “I came in early today. I was in the restroom when you and your thug friend arrived. You closed the door but you didn’t
lock
it, Yani. The only thing I was missing was a jar of Vaseline and a bag of popcorn.”
I looked down at the bulge in his pants and said, “Well,
Daddy,
I guess today it was my turn to put on a show for once, not yours. And since you peeped all my action, I’m sure you could tell that my thug baby was giving me the time of my
life.
”
PRETTY MF
Gerald K. Malcom
He dug her out. She screamed like someone was committing a murder. His back, full of sweat, housed her hands. Then her fingers. Then her nails. Then her pleasure. He dug her out.
It was that grimy dick he gave her that impressed. It was the way he reached for the sky and came slamming down into her. It was that R&B dick that dug and swirled and
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