The smell of food made my stomach grumble before my eyes were open. I had only eaten about four bites of food in the last three days. Not enough to feed a mouse. I propped myself in bed, trying to picture my life back at my shitty one-bedroom apartment, and it depressed me. It wasn’t that Dwayne’s house was a lap of luxury, but it was homey. Lived in. Comfortable. Don’t get me wrong, I like the coziness of my mini place. But it was run down, empty. There was no yard, no flowers, and nature was not available. Plus, I think most of it was due to the company I had here. Someone to converse with, to lust over, and someone with whom I was safe. No nosey neighbors in your business. Dwayne’s lady next door helped create a beautiful yard for the busy man. That’s a God damn lovely person. Why can’t I have someone as meaningful in my life? I need to think of a way out of this mess I created and fix this conundrum without going to jail.
With that thought in mind, I traveled to the kitchen to fix some breakfast. Shit, there he was again in the kitchen fixing coffee. At least he had on a shirt this time. But it was tight and smoothly snug across his broad shoulders, tapering to his slimmer waist. Dwayne was built, but he was refined. Not lumpy chiseled rock mass, but the lean muscle of well-defined abs, the sculpted torso of a well-oiled machine. There wasn’t any extra body fat on his toned body. Even without the bulk, he was strong. When he hoisted me on the countertop, I weighed nothing to him. I felt safe in his arms for the first time in my life. I was right where I belonged. I could feel it in my bones. Now, how do I convince him?
Dwayne turned around and saw the most beautiful sleepyhead. Rochelle was wearing his blue t-shirt that came to her knees, but nothing else. It swamped her, but he could still see her outline through the shirt as the living room light from the picture window highlighted the trim legs, the tight stomach, and her damn luscious breasts had his mouth-watering. With her azure blue eyes and lustrous long chestnut wavy hair, she was a damn knockout. He was floored by her, thinking she was invisible. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. Since he met her, she was in every one of his fantasies. He had a hard time being a gentleman because the only thought in his mind was that of a horny teenager. To get inside her warm, sweet pussy and feel her cum leaking down his shaft as she exploded. His thoughts had him standing at attention right there in the kitchen as he dreamed of impaling her right on that same countertop.
“Hi.”
I turned around and saw the most beautiful sleepyhead. Rochelle was wearing my blue t-shirt that came to her knees, but nothing else. It swamped her, but I could still see her outline through the shirt as the living room light from the picture window highlighted the trim legs, the tight stomach, and her damn luscious breasts had my mouth-watering. With her azure blue eyes and lustrous long chestnut wavy hair, she was a damn knockout. I was floored by her, thinking she was invisible. I couldn’t take his eyes off her. Since meeting her, she was in every one of my fantasies. It was hard to be a gentleman because the only thought in my mind was that of a horny teenager. To get inside her warm, sweet pussy and feel her cum leaking down my shaft as she exploded. Just my thoughts had my one-eyed monster standing at attention right there in the kitchen as I dreamed of impaling her right on that same countertop.
Staring at each other, not wanting to break the spell. We moved simultaneously into each other’s arms. Holding her close like precious cargo, she held him like a safety net. Finally, I whispered in her ear, “Hi. Did you have a good nap? Are you hungry? You must be starving; you haven’t eaten much in the last three days. What would you like to eat?”
Shivers went down my back as his breath went through me. I didn’t want to move from his embrace, but we couldn’t stand there hugging all day. Or could we? No, it was a ridiculous thought. What I was hungry for was him. But I didn’t think we should act on that impulse. “Some scrambled eggs sound good, or soup and crackers. Something light and easy on my stomach, and a tiny portion. I think it shrunk from several empty-calorie days. Can I help?”
“Yes, but I’m afraid you must leave my arms. I’m not quite ready for that yet. Can you give me a minute to adjust my brain to the idea?” he teased.
I swatted his ass and went to step back, but his iron grip held me in place. So, I snuggled deeper into his arms and wiggled against his frame. I knew that his hard-on would become blue balls if I kept up the pressure, and either he would let me go or he would ravish me. I was good with either solution.
“Damn, Rochelle. You're doing that on purpose. To what end? Do you want me to take you right here in the kitchen again?” he moaned, clearly frustrated with my rubbing his dick up and down. It couldn’t possibly get any harder.
“It’s what we both want.”
“I can’t hurt you again. I want you, baby, badly. But I’m afraid. Last time, you broke me with your fainting. I thought we would need two ambulances,” he laughed. But her rubbing on him had him groaning. “Rochelle, you need to stop, or I am going to strip that shirt off you and have my way with you.”
Yes, I wanted him and decided I liked having the power to make him beg. But just as much as it affected him, it did the same to me. My legs and ass were squirming in his hands as he was squeezing and kneading my butt cheeks. I desired him inside me now, and I wasn’t stopping. But what I did want was to fuck in a bed. It had never happened, and I wanted him all over me. So I started to walk backward and took him with me. I couldn’t reach up on tiptoe and kiss him, but I could let him see the desire and need in my eyes as I stared into ones that mirrored mine. He followed me to my room willingly.
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My knees hit the side of my bed. I don’t remember the path there; my mind was on one track. To feel Dwayne’s hands, lips, and cock all over my body. His hands grabbed the bottom of the shirt and traveled from my ass along my sides to my arms, lifting them over my head and taking the shirt with him. He threw it across the room. I wasn’t sure if he wanted to make sure I couldn’t find it later to cover myself, or if it was an unconscious thing. But I really didn’t care ever to have clothes on again if he was naked with me. So I did the same to him and removed his shirt. My short stature was an advantage because I practically was plastered to his front as I stood on my toes, lifting the shirt over his head. I wasn’t tall enough, but that didn’t stop me. I jumped up on the bed and dragged the shirt up and off. Where there is a will, there is a way. And I will always find it.
That only left his pants. He reached to tug them down, and I shook my head. No! That was my fantasy, to strip him naked. I jumped back down off the bed and stepped into his personal space. My hands started at his shoulders and brushed my fingertips along the tops of his muscular structure. I felt him shudder, and he closed his eyes. The power I felt, the electric current flowing back and forth between us, was vast. I hummed and closed my eyes, savoring the energy. Gently dragging the tips of my fingers along his ribs, feeling each one as I passed it. I came to his waistband. I trailed my hands along the top ridge of it all the way around as I walked to the back side of him. He shuddered again as I traced the seam along his lower back. From behind, I pushed the fabric down to show half his ass. The material was caught on his hard-on. Still behind him, I trailed my fingers under the band to the front of him and dipped them into his pants thicker as I wrapped my hand around his cock.
It was my first experience touching a man’s private part, and it was silky soft over a steel, rigid pipe. Never felt anything like it before. It had my imagination bounding into new territory. Images of everything I previously thought of doing came bouncing into my mind. I wanted to run my tongue along the side of it and feel the softness on my tongue. I wanted to lick the wet drop off the top and taste his essence. I wanted to suck on his balls and lick his scrotum. I needed him to cum in my mouth so I could taste him. I was working myself up into a sopping wet frenzy thinking of all the things I had never done before but dreamed of. And I had the perfect specimen to investigate.
“Rochelle, honey, I am going to cum in my pants if you keep doing that,” he muttered. He didn’t want to take her away from her ministrations and pleasure at learning carnal knowledge. He knew she probably hadn’t played with a man before, since he was the one who took her virginity. But she had the magic touch, and it came naturally, turning him into a blathering idiot. Desire rocketed into him as he grew taut, ready to ejaculate. Think of something benign; don’t blow it for her.
I followed through, lifting his erection out, and slid the lounge pants to his feet. Following the same path along his waist, I stepped in front of him. He was gorgeous. His penis stood proud and straight, almost reaching his belly button. It was thick, and I wasn’t sure how it would fit into my body. But I remember feeling it filling me perfectly, and I wanted it again. But first, I needed to taste him, to run my tongue along his dick until I reached his balls and sucked. Dropping to my knees, he was right in front of my mouth. Perfect. I watched his face as I ran my tongue along the front of his shaft. He sighed my name as he watched my pink tongue trail to his balls. It was erotic to feel him quiver from lust. His dick bounced with need. I didn’t want to wrangle the beast and have to hold it down, so I slipped my mouth over one smooth ball and sucked it down my throat. Dwayne’s knees bent, and he widened his stance. He sank his hands into my hair and held on for dear life to enjoy the ride. I sucked on one ball and popped it out of my mouth. That was amusing. I handled the other one the same way, and he moaned even louder and massaged my head with his hands, unable to keep from moving them.
God, her warm, wet, reactive mouth had me wanting to fall to my knees. To worship her body the way she was with mine. But I felt the importance of her experimentations, to learn what I liked. There wasn’t anything I didn’t enjoy, so she had full privileges to explore every inch of me. I was going to stand there, giving her physical control over me. It was the hardest thing I’ve ever done in my life. In my mind, I knew it wasn’t to let her discover but to connect with me. To see me as I saw her. To acknowledge her value in this budding new relationship. Yes, I wanted Rochelle like I wanted to breathe. I needed her in my life; she was fresh air and sunshine—the complete package.
My explorations had Dwayne springing from one heel to his other, trying to hold still, but it was impossible because he was so tight in the balls. I watched them shrivel and wondered why they did that when I decided to suck on his engorged cock. I was unsure how much I could fit in my mouth, but I was determined to swallow as much as possible. As my mouth sealed over the head of his cock, I heard Dwayne and wasn’t sure if I was doing something wrong. “What?” I asked.
“I’m going to cum down your throat, baby, if you don’t take your mouth off my dick,” he tried to extract it from my mouth.
I couldn’t speak; I had a mouth full of cock. But I refused to let go. I wanted to taste him, all of him. So, I sucked on him harder, and he came in my mouth with ropes of creamy cum. It was slightly salty, and I could taste the gooey goodness. It poured straight down my throat so fast. It was an experience that would not be forgotten anytime soon, even with amnesia. I was proud of myself; it was my first successful blow job.
“Damn, baby.”
I panted and tried to suck air into my burning lungs, but I couldn’t seem to stop cumming. She was sucking the life out of me. I’ve had women suck on me before, but never like this. I was hard-pressed to cum in a woman's mouth. Sometimes they sucked too hard, and it plainly hurt. At times, it was too soft and didn’t provide me with lustful feelings that they wanted to be touching my dick, it turned me off. Rochelle may be an innocent, but man, could she suck off dreamily. Now it’s my turn, and I’m going to enjoy pleasuring her for the first time thoroughly, compelling her never to want another man.
