Mouthing Off, Backing It Up and Letting It Be Known

I knew she was ravenous from the way she addressed the issue.

"When you comin' over?" Poetry said after a game of flirt and tease.

"When I'm invited..." I said.

"You have an open invitation, you know that."

"What are you opening when I get there?"

"What would you like me to open?" She said with a purr.

She liked to throw it back. She never wanted to directly answer a question when it came to the dirtiest of dirties, even though we had just been daring each other sexually.

"I'm coming over tonight."

"Yeah right. You're not gonna pass up a night with your boys to come get your back broken... trying to break my back!"

I nearly ground my teeth into dust.

CHALLENGE!

My heart raced as I hopped off the train. I was so amped up I waved the five minute bus ride with the free transfer and stomped up the street like a prize fighter ready to knock an opponent out. If this was indeed boxing, I was Mike Tyson walking to the ring in a no frills black towel with a hole cut in the top to fit my head, black socks and a bad attitude. My aim was a first round knock out. I knew in my heart, my opponent was no easy win.

She buzzed me into her apartment complex. By the time I reached her floor, beads of sweat peppered my forehead. There was a line of sweat down the crease of my brown back from the walk in the humid Summer air. I was warmed up and ready.

The door was unlocked. I knocked softly, pushed it open and locked it behind me.

"You were talking a lot of shit today, Fury." She shouted from her bedroom.

I left my things in a chair and headed toward her voice. Before I could reach her, she poked her head out of her bedroom door then stepped out. All she wore was the beads of water from her shower.

"Whatcha gonna open?" I asked.

"What you wanna open?"

There she went again...

I kissed her soft lips. Our tongues played easily. Our lips pressed lightly on and off puckering softly so as not to rush the moment. My hands traveled to her stiff nipples. I caressed them between my thumb and forefinger loving the feel against my skin. I pushed her back toward her bed.

"Let's get you open." I growled.

She laid back and spread her legs immediately. Someone was presumptuous and I told her so. She laughed and made a motion to lift up. Using my palm, I pressed her back down and took comfort between her legs. My mouth placed a warm, wet, open mouth kiss on her kitten. Poetry moaned for me. Moaned for the pleasure of my lips and tongue designed. She was fresh in my mouth with lips so plump I suckled them then danced and flicked on her clit. She moaned through her first climax and knew not to move. I wasn't done pleasing her.

Poetry groaned under the pressure and ease of my tongue. With a soft touch, I introduced my fingers slowly inside her and found her g-spot. My mouth and two massaging fingers worked together in concentric circles. Her hips moved rhythmically with me. Her hands pulled the fitted sheets from the mattress as a booming moan erupted from her soul.

"Yes!" She groaned after she caught her breath.

I climbed above her - my thick throbbing manhood sheathed and ready. Poetry's face said it all. Her groans added the exclamation point of the first stroke. A deep, warm, tight glove across the girth of my dick. We made the beast with two backs. Our hips swiveled together. When she came, she pulled me tightly to her and shuddered as I teased her inner spot with the broad tip of my dick.

"You wanna get fucked?" I asked.

"Whatever you wanna do. You do it. DAMN!" She shouted in approval.

In seconds, I pulled her up and bent over the foot of her bed. I reached the hilt in seconds. She thrust back against me driving me deeper within her. Our sweat accumulated my hands slipped from her hips as I pulled her back toward me. I gripped her tighter and fucked her harder. If she wanted a broken back, she would get one. I pounded with rhythm trying to feel every inch of her inner sanctum. Her lower lips squeezed me and begged for more. Her voice rose. She panted and moaned the things a woman says when she doesn't give a fuck about the neighbors above or below her.

"You want the neighbors to know you're getting fucked?"

"MMMMHHHMMMM" She fucked me back.

"What if I open the curtains?"

I pushed back the curtains with one hand. The light from a neighbor's kitchen window not far from hers. Below more light. Above another room and another neighbor. I thrust hard, smacked her ass harder. Poetry moaned louder. I dared the neighbors to look out of their windows. I dared them to see their honey colored neighbor bent over with her ass in the air getting fucked by a Black buck. No takers. I dropped the curtain and grabbed her hips.

She shifted to her back and took me deeply again. Another climax and more screams her neighbors couldn't ignore. I backed away on my knees sweating profusely. The latex made a snapping sound as I unrolled it from my throbbing tool.

"Mmm." She bit her bottom lip.

Her hands wrapped around the shaft, her mouth parted and she engulfed the head with her hand stroking the shaft. To say I remember every stroke of her mouth and twirl of her tongue would be a lie. It was all one energetic yet patient and eloquent song after another. She was in concert playing my instrument. My back bucked as I felt the tightness. My balls which were earlier slapping against her pouty pussy lips were tightening toward my body.

"I'm gonna cummmmmm." I warned knowing she wasn't scared.

She sucked me harder and with need. Poetry wanted to please and receive. I exploded with loud groans as she sucked harder. Her hands stroked and pulled making sure there was nothing left. All I could see when I looked down at her pretty brown eyes was a devilish glare. She licked her tongue outside of her lips.

"Gimme more....I want mooooooooorreee." She pleaded. Her tongue lapped around her lips as she stared at the pulsating chocolate in her hands.

"There is no more. The shop is closed." I panted trying to return to Earth.

"You got more. I know you do." Poetry said.

Against my will and my very sensitive manhood, Poetry took me into her mouth again. Her hand wrapped around my body gripping my ass cheek forcing me to fuck her mouth harder. The slippery grip of her saliva covered fingers pistoned faster on my shaft, the engorged helmet rammed against her tongue.

This was the championship round. I wanted more. I wanted to show her I was Mike Tyson. She wanted to please me. She wanted to take every fucking blow I had. Poetry sucked hard. I forced it. I wanted to hit her with the knockout. I could feel it, something welling deep down there. Poetry's head bobbed and jerked. her tongue swiveled at the base of my dick. I was stuck in a vacuum. Without notice there was a large pressure and I tried my best to pull away, but her mouth was just too strong.

I EXPLODED in torrents.

Poetry tried to swallow as much as she could, but gave up as some dribbled from her mouth, sprinkled across her tits and onto the sheets. The energy was gone from me. I had literally shot my load.

"Ummm...Sorry."

"What was that?? I tried to get it all, but damn. You exploded! It wasn't even thick, it was like water." Poetry smiled as she wiped her stiff nipples and surveyed the we spot on the bed.

I shook my head in disbelief.

"Wow...umm...sorry?" I said with a sheepish grin that does not exist in Mike Tyson.

"Don't be." Poetry said. "You have some more?"

They call me The Fury..I've made it rain

Floor Exercises

We were sitting on the couch talking about nonsense watching something nonsensical on television. I was very aware of why Dulce invited me over. The call came at 10:30. The invite came at 10:35.

"Wanna come through? I'm just chilling watching TV, bored." She said.

My eyes peeked over at her cinnamon skin and her almond shaped eyes. Her long black hair was pulled into a ponytail. Her curvy hips were squeezed into a tight pair of jeans. It was the variety of denim that accentuated the protruding ass she held. She'd removed the makeup she wore to work, but was sure to keep the lipgloss on. Her full lips hypnotically hinted for kisses and more when she spoke.

"Why are you looking at me? The TV is that way." She pointed.

"Did you ask me to come over to watch TV?"

"Maybe. What's wrong with that?"

"Nothing at all." I smiled and turned my gaze back to the TV.

She smirked.

"Want something to drink?"

I handed her my glass without a word and kept my gaze on the TV.

When she returned, she stood in front of me handing me the glass. I retrieved it and took a sip.

"You're standing in front of the TV." I said.

My eyes stared at her small waist and wide hips. I finally looked up into her eyes.

She smirked and had a seat next to me.

My hands slipped around her waist pulling her to me as my mouth tasted her neck. Her head rolled side to side. Dulce's eyes closed as she enjoyed my warm kisses.

"You're not watching TV." I whispered.

"Neither are you." She smiled with her eyes closed.

I pulled her to a sitting position on the floor, pushed her back to the carpet and kissed her stomach. Her head turned to the TV.

"I'm watching now." She smiled.

I unbuttoned her jeans and let my tongue slide across her waistline as soft purrs escaped her lips. I grabbed the back of her jeans and tugged them, only getting them to the middle of her plump ass before the material paused. Her ass was just too juicy to pull them down. She lifted the weight of her body onto her shoulder blades, arching her back. Her hands pushed her jeans down her hips to her lower thighs.

I kneeled, pulling her jeans from her legs. A pretty pair of beige satin striped panties glistened back at me. The small pink bow in front was whimsical. Her camel toe was urging. Her eyes smiled back at me. She bit her bottom lip.

Looking down my body, my raging erection was poking through the denim of my own jeans. She gazed at it then me...

"What you hard for?" She sassed.

I answered by planting my mouth between her thighs. Her smooth skin was warm on my lips. I kissed her thighs all the way down. My tongue traced her solid thick calves. I separated her legs with the palms of my hands. There was nothing I wanted more than to please her. Her soft mumbles spoke to me and I spoke back to her...with my tongue.

I don't remember how but soon she was naked except for her socks. My tongue touched her honeypot and spread the opening. It slipped higher to her clit and massaged her softly.

"mmmhmm mmmhmm mmhmm" She moaned.

I looked up to see her stomach moving in waves. Dulce's hard nipples poked and greeted the light of the television. Her eyes squeezed tightly as my tongue danced around her throbbing sex. I grabbed her hands and put them on the back of my head pushing my face with them.

I gave her the hint and the joystick.

At first she was shy then she got rid of that bullshit and pushed my head into her warm throbbing sex. She pushed me harder and rocked her hips. She moaned with it. She was enjoying the power.

"Yeah eat that pussy, Fury." She whispered.

I licked softer.

She pushed harder.

I licked softer...teasing her.

She pushed harder.

"Eat that motherfucker, Fury." Her head tossed side to side releasing her hair tie and sending her hair loose.

She was in control and I liked conjuring it from her.

I pushed my mouth closer to her. My mouth licked and sucked at her pulsing point. My manhood raged against my uncomfortable jeans. I took my hands off of her hips, unbuckled my pants and squirmed to push them to my ankles. My hand stroked my throbbing member as I sucked her. When she reached near the place of no return. I backed off. Teased her at the edge of the gates.

Down by my ankles, my fingers pawed at my pocket, retrieved the condom and spread it across my engorged instrument.

I sucked harder, licked faster. Her once dainty hands pressed the back of my head with strength now. Her mumbles, became moans. Her stomach moved in faster waves. Her nipples were stiff as pebbles. Her legs quaked. I knew the moment....

"FFFFFFFUUCkKKKKKKKK!" She screamed with her legs shaking.

Like a wild lion, I leaped forward on top of her. My throbbing manhood slid slowly inside her quickly pulsing honey. She clamped down on me tightly down there. Her sex squeezed me tightly with the strong grip of velvet suction. Dulce shook harder.

"Oh Yes! Deep!" She demanded. Her hands grabbed my ass cheeks and pushed me further.

She wasn't quite ready for what she asked for and screamed when I pressed as deeply as I could go. She wanted more. I gave it to her. Harder and deeper. Her legs flailed not knowing what to do with the pleasure.

I gripped her by the back of the neck and kissed her hard. She sucked her taste from my tongue then speaking into my mouth, wailed for more. I pulled out quickly.

"No. Why'd you take him outtttt." She panted.

Her answer came when she was pulled to her knees.

Her head dropped low, her back arched with it, her ass poked high as I slid deep. She threw her head back as I plunged. Her groans marched in my hears as my manhood filled her sweet velvet. My strong hands took her waist and pounded her with deep fuckstrokes. She needed more and I gave her it even harder. Dulce pushed back against me faster, I took the hint and gave it to her how she wanted it.

The friction of her carpet began to tear at my knees, but I wasn't concerned about myself. The last thing I wanted was for her to stop because she didn't want to walk the streets with rub burned knees. I shifted her weight angling her towards the couch. She took the hint and crawled there with my manhood steadily pumping. She collapsed her breasts against the fabric, her face buried in the seat of the couch, her ass still poking high.

Dulce had these really cute throw pillows on her couch. They looked like Ikea specials. I grabbed them with one hand and put them on the floor.

"There you go."

"Thanks, baby." Dulce moaned as she shifted her knees to the pillow.

As soon as she was comfortable, I gave her a long stroke. She bit the couch, her hands shook and grabbed the seat cushions.

"Yes, like that!" She panted.

My hand slapped her ass as we fucked doggystyle against the couch. She wanted more and I gave her more. Dulce extended her arms, pushed back and buried her face in the carpet. Face down, ass up. My hands gripped her hips as the loud smacking sound of furious fucking commenced. Dulce growled like the lioness devouring her prey. The sweat rolled down my spine. Wiping the sweat from my forehead, I slapped her ass with a stinging red smack.

"Mmmmph" She grunted.

Her head popped up and she turned to look at me with her bottom lip tucked tightly between her teeth.

The carpet was now like razors jutting wildly into my skin. I pulled out and gave her ass a perfunctory slap. She huffed as I stood and walked away with my manhood bobbing with each step. I opened her refrigerator careful not to dick slap any of the other contents and grabbed a bottle of water. I chugged as I returned to the living room.

"Finished?" She tried to shake her hair back into some semblance of order but the style was totally sweated away.

"No. I figured you'd need this." I handed her the bottle of water.

Dulce chugged from it, handed it back and with her mouth still chilled from the water, wrapped her lips around the head of my stiff cock. I fell to my knees as she bent in concert. Her head bobbed as her mouth sucked me. She placed one hand on my chest to control me and another around my member so she didn't gag herself. Her sexy eyes drifted upward, a smile spread across her mouth as she watched my face. My hand reached down and stroked the shaft harder with her hand, she obliged then backed away to watch me stroke myself.

My hand wasn't as good or as soft as hers.

"Uh uh...come back." I pleaded.

She stroked my throbbing chocolate brown flesh quickly,

"You like that? You want more? You feel that?" She purred.

I tried to speak but only grunts escaped my lips. Dulce's hand pushed my chest backward. My back landed against the carpet. Her powerful thighs straddled my body as she stared down at me, Her pretty pussy slid closer to its destination. I reached over and grabbed the pillows.

"So thoughtful." She smiled.

With pillows placed under knees, Dulce slowly took me inside of her. Her eyes closed and a smile rose on her face...then...a grimace...her teeth bit her bottom lip...a bigger smile....a pained expression...she sighed as I reached her ceiling. Her hands gripped my chest as she began gyrating her hips with a lovely rhythm. She worked every spot she had. Her hips shook and swiveled as if she were dancing to Merengue. When she came a litany of curses both in English and Spanish shouted from her lips.

"Don't stop. You're not stopping." I demanded from the bottom.

She smiled slightly fearful as I gyrated from the bottom. My hands controlled her ass motions as I swiveled my hips like the ice cream man making a large cone. I worked her from the bottom for so long my ass cheeks went numb. I tasted her nipples and drove myself deeper arching my back to feel the most of her.

"Ohhhhhh!" She came against me and a juicy mess spread easily down my thighs.

Dulce collapsed against my chest. She stretched her mouth upward and took a mighty bite from my neck as she pumped her clit against my pelvis. I pumped back and felt her body quake with yet another orgasm. Her soft lips extended to my lips and kissed me fully and passionately then she collapsed against my chest. She slowly slid off of my sweaty chest to the floor.

I laid there with my heart thumping and my still erect instrument throbbing below. I decided to give her a moment to recoup and recover. My hand kept me busy. I pulled off the tight rubber with a painful snap and rubbed the engorged head. I wasn't going to be enough. Shifting my weight, I rubbed the soft head of my tool against the soft flesh of her ass. My manhood caressed her soft skin and tingles shot up my spine. It was time for round....whatever.

Then I stopped and listened...a low hiss came from her nose....a huff followed from her lips. She was sleeping.

As she slept, I finished off the water, used the bathroom, collected our clothes in separate small piles and flipped through the channels for some Sportscenter.

She was still sleeping.

I tapped her shoulder. Nothing.

Slipping into the kitchen, I found an old box of cookies and ate a few. As I ate, I watched her from the doorway. Her sexy cinnamon skin rose and fell with her breathing. Her pretty round ass shifted with her body while her hair lay in a mess spread across the carpet. She was sexy and I was lucky to be here. I chuckled to myself at her laying there naked wearing only her socks.

After quite a bit of face kisses, she awoke dumbstruck.

"Where am I?" She whispered.

"On the floor."

"How'd I...Oh!" She laughed.

"You need some help up?"

Dulce raised her head and smiled taking a look at the solid manhood between my legs.

"Yes, but you obviously don't."

They call me The Fury...I leave it all on the floor.

Lick You as Long as You Like

Poetry was challenging. At every step of the way, she wouldn't budge. There was always something to prove or a sarcastic quip. I found it sexy in her. Repeat "IN HER" Not every chick can walk up and challenge me to a duel and I'll whip out the sword.

She challenged me on the small and the large. It wasn't odd for her to claim she could take the best I had to offer in the bedroom with no problem. It was the norm for her to say "BRING IT!" to me in public, which was shorthand for 'I can take the worst pussy pounding you could ever deliver.' It always seemed like her trash talk coincided with a time we couldn't meet.

I followed her up the steps making note of the ratty green carpet in the no tell motel. Why did I take note? Because that's what I do, I take note of the most inane details...thus these stories... Her solid, thick legs peeked out from her long skirt. Those legs owned a lot of real estate. There was no wondering that even that skirt couldn't cover them. Her long boots spread wide brown leather over thick calves. Her wide rear swayed as she sauntered down the hall, turned and paused at the door.

"You gonna open it shit talker or you gonna come up with an excuse now to save yourself?" She sassed.

I took note of her cute lips and the venom she spat from her mouth. My vengeful side took note to fill that mouth later...

We dropped our things on the small desk. She sat her wide bag on the chair. I made sure to move that bag...that chair may be in use later. The bed was expansive. I tossed the comforter to the floor and pushed back the sheets.

"Oh you're straight to business, huh." Poetry huffed. Her voice had the kind of timber that registered sarcasm no matter what she said.

My mouth kissed hers as my hands groped at her wide backside. Her fluffy tits pressed against my chest. Her arms wrapped around my check. Standing in bare feet Poetry was eye to eye with me. Wearing those boots, she was a towering force of chocolate woman. My warm hands slid under her sweater, pushed her bra down and caressed her soft brown nipples. A soft moan left her mouth. She had been wanting my touch for a week. I wanted hers for longer. Her hands stroked the stiffness in my pants and we grunted together.

I tossed her clothes to the table. She kept on her thin bikini underwear...

"We don't need those." I said

"Why'd you leave them on?" She spat.

"I wanna see you take them off..."

She smirked, lifted her expansive hips and shimmied them down exposing her plump pussy lips and pussyhawk landing strip. Mmm my mouth drooled. She stared at me and reiterated the bet.

"An hour...?" She asked. "How will we keep time? You gonna keep your watch on and check?"

I turned on the television. Wild hot porn played. Two hot blondes with big tits were sucking on a big white dick while another blonde sat on the lucky guy's face. I turned the loud moaning down. No need for that, we'd have our own. I set the timer...one hour...one hour ten minutes, just in case there was a debate. I shoved her back by her shoulders.

"Oh damn!" She giggled.

My face slid between her legs. No time to waste. I licked her inner thigh and felt her body tense. She was ready for the ride. My tongue slid across her throbbing lower lips paying close attention to every centimeter of flesh. Only three strokes in and she sighed deeply from the feeling of my warm tongue. She tasted fresh like she did the courtesy of doing extra cleaning up before we met. Her pussy was always tasty which is why I had no doubt I could spend an extended amount of time kissing her down there.

My tongue slid across her lips then between them parting them as I headed north. She purred under the pressure of my tongue and groaned when my tongue touched her hood. I kissed it softly, wet like a good French kiss, then lightly flicked her, raising her blood pressure. With faster flicks came faster leg shakes. She exploded with an orgasm.

My hands clasped around her thighs. The bet was whether I could eat her for an hour, not whether she could handle it...

My lips sucked at her clit. Her body quaked.

"OoooohShit! Wait!" She shivered.

"umm mmm" I denied

My tongue flicked easy, my lips sucked softly. Just the right amount of friction on her wet lips. She quaked again....She shook through and orgasm. My mouth didn't leave her once.

Giving her and my rapidly flicking tongue a mini break, I worked my mouth deep down her plump lips. Hr lisp spread to welcome me as I slid my warm sticky tongue inside of her honeypot and tasted her sticky excitement. Her gates overflowed. The tip of my warm index
finger stroked her hood upward.

lightly

lightly

lightly

while my tongue slid softly around her entrance...

lightly

lightly

lightly

I caressed her like this for some time. The pressure built in her body. Her thighs tensed. She couldn't put them down anymore.

"Ughhh" She shook. "ughhh" She quaked. "Ughhhhh" She tried to hold on. "Shiiiitt.." She tried to relax.

My mouth begged for her clit. I slipped it between my lips and sucked.

"FUCK!" Her body exploded as the bed shook with another orgasm.

I kissed her kitty with a full open mouth. My hands sliding up her body and playing with her hard nipples. Her hands found the back of my head and pushed me harder down. I like that. It makes me feel like such a hungry pussy eating bandit.

She came again. The more she shook, the more her excitement slide down her kitty. Her ass cheeks were now wet with explosions.

I was certain I still had more time...I didn't want to be overcome with lockjaw from my overzealous pussy lick pacing.

My mouth kissed her throbbing lips. Laying sideways, I sucked one in my mouth and released it making a puckering sound.

"Mmmmm. yes...Shit what's that?" She moaned.

I continued

Suck
Pucker
Suck
Pucker
Suck

My fingers slid just inside her as I sucked to the pucker. My fingers arched in a come hither motion and stroked her Gspot...

(now I know they're claiming it may not exist now....but...)

Her body jerked upright. Her soft brown thighs shook My fingers stroked her easy...then faster.

"OOoOOOOOOOOOO oooooOOOOO" She moaned loudly.

My mouth sucked her lips then slid up to her clit. Three more sucks on her clit and she exploded again. Her lubrication oozed from her, but my time wasn't done.

My fingers worked again. My throbbing dick poked at the sheets begging for attention. The more she moaned the harder I got. I reached down and stroked him as my finger stroked her. Her hips undulated with a faster rhythm, I took the hint and kept going. She exploded again. Her muscles squeezed so hard against my fingers I had trouble holding them inside her but I didn't stop.

My forehead was wet with sweat. The lower portion of my face was wet with her explosions. I stroked her more. Her gspot was soft yet ridged against my fingers. She shook as my lips softly sucked her again. Another quake another explosion.

There were six in total before the TV turned off calling "times up." Her soft brown body vibrated in my mouth again. My hand stroked my rock hard thick dick as I sucked her clit. My fingers stroked her spot faster.

"Fuck! Yes! OH SHIT!" She moaned and screamed as a big orgasm exploded.

Her body shook under the pressure of my tongue. She panted and sighed.

I knelt above her with my throbbing dick in my hand.
m
"Time's up?" She breathed. "That felt like forever. How'd you lick her so long? Mm shit!." She reached over grabbing me by my manhood. "Gimme this fucking dick." She purred. "I need it in me right now."

I spread the Magnum XL over the head snugly. She used her warm hands to slide it down. Her legs clasped tightly around my waist as I filled her up slowly. A loud roaring moan escaped her mouth as I reached deep into a wanting sex.

Poetry and I fucked long and hard. She squeezed me tight with me on top as she shook through another orgasm. I pulled out, sat in the chair and she straddled me with her big tree trunks and impaled herself on my singular trunk. She rode wave after screaming, biting clenching wave on top of me cumming again and again.

I pushed her roughly to the bed.

She knew what I wanted. Her ass pointed high in the air. Her head dove low, her elbows bent. I pushed her forward letting her rest her knees on the bed.

The tip of my dick teased her lips.

"You scared?" I smiled.

She turned around with a cocked eyebrow.

"I just took that dick. I aint sc...mmmmmmppphh"

I dove deep inside her before she could finish. My hand slapped her ass hard leaving red marks on her brown skin. She begged for more then groaned and winced. She hollered and bit her lip as I pounded her from the back just as she wanted.

I unsheathed the condom and stood sweaty and panting as she shivered and smiled. Like a preying beast, Poetry climbed over to me on all fours and sucked in the tip. Her hands did the lion's share of the work on the shaft as her mouth danced on the head. She gripped harder, her mouth drooled more.

"Dont fucking stop." I moaned.

She worked my dick faster. Her jaws spread wide trying to take in more.

"Faster!" I demanded

Poetry's mouth worked at piston like pace. My knees buckled against the bed. Poetry saw the signs and sucked harder moaning for it. A hard explosion released inside me as she sucked me hard. She didn't stop until she got every drop and I pulled her head away.

"Mmmm" She licked her lips. "You gonna collect on your bet?"

"Not this time..." I smiled. "I don't have a marker..."

They call me The Fury and I can...dive...dive...dive...

1 Full Body Massage/1 Happy Ending

“Take off your clothes including your bra, you can leave on your panties, lay face down and put this towel over you to cover your behind.” I said handing Dulce a fresh large white beach towel. I nodded seriously to her as I closed the door behind me.

As I waited in the hallway outside her bedroom I had time to re-convince myself to be professional. Dulce and I had flirted in the hallways and lobbies of the office before separating to our respective work places. New York skyscrapers can bring so many people from different workplace environments under one roof and we were two more people who smiled and said good morning on the way to punch the clock. I saw how the security reacted to her presence with toothy greetings sighs. She was fine.

Dulce was a sexy mix of African and Hispanic. Her long black hair would fly across her shoulders as she strutted in to the building on four inch stilettos, her impressive curves swayed side to side. Her ass to waist ratio was beyond belief. Her small waist leading to womanly curvy hips. Her full lips seemed to purse with a kiss when she said hello, always with a shy flirtatious smile. Her caramel skin glowed as she arched her eyebrow or winked. Men would rush to catch the same elevator as her. I wasn’t beyond that behavior. However, I was often lucky enough to be the only one she’d strike up conversation with on the elevator. We exchanged email and Instant messenger information one morning in order to continue a conversation about new music.

Our conversations continued flirtatiously, but only moderately. When she rejected my request to hang out with me on a rather lonely birthday, I got the message to keep things above board. When her work got tense and her well shaped body along with it, I playfully offered her a massage via email.

My IM immediately popped open

Dulce: Do you really know how to give massages?
TheFury: Yes, I really do.
Dulce: Seriously.
TheFury: Seriously.
Dulce: No funny business…
TheFury: None.

Dulce took a rain check on her free of charge massage that day, but the next week, I saw her as we both trudged into the building on a Monday morning.

“Hey I may have to take you up on that offer.” She smirked.

And now I was at her place waiting for the face and body that launched a thousand wet fantasies to disrobe in her bedroom. After ten minutes, I knocked lightly on her door.

“You can come in.”

I stepped into the room to see Dulce laying flat as instructed with just the bright white towel over her round bottom. I dimmed the bedroom light, popped in the mellow music CD I brought with me into her stereo and warmed my hands with the lotion.

My strong hands began massaging her feet firmly letting her soft heels slip through my fingers.

“Great start.” She sighed.

I checked the clock. 10:25PM. I wouldn’t be done until well until booty call hour. Hmmm. I worked the tension from her feet then moved to her calves. The stilettos had done their damage on her legs and I soothed and loosened the muscles up her thick stems. As my fingers approached her thighs I felt my blood quicken. My hands slid beneath the towel. I tried to tame my arousal as much as possible, but there I was alternating my finger grip between the thighs of the caramel skinned sex kitten men fawned over. My hands went above the towel as I kneaded her ass with my fists. It was a ripe and juicy muscle.

As my hands worked her lower to mid back I felt her body go limp. She had drifted off into sleep. Her middle back tension was something fierce as was the tension in her shoulders. I caressed her lower neck and swiveled her head side to side.

“Mmmm damn, you really know what you’re doing with your hands, Fury.” She awakened.

My blood quickened with the sound of her voice. I felt a throbbing in my loins. The flame was lit again. I prayed that my semi-erect dick wouldn’t get any harder. It maintained it’s lower mass.

I finished her arms then with quick rapid scissor motions, chopped up and down her back with the sides of my hands.

“I’m going to lift the towel up blocking my view, you roll over on to your back and I’ll lay it over you protecting your privacy.” I said.

“Ok.”

I grabbed the far end of the towel, lifted and turned my gaze. I heard her switch positions and then I laid the towel over her without seeing a thing.

“You are professional. Most men would’ve taken a peak at the titties.” She laughed.

“Man of my word.” I nodded as I massaged her shins, knees and then again under the towel to her quads.

With the massage of her clavicle, soft temple and head massage. It was all done.

I sat on the edge of the bed by her feet. Dulce sat up holding the towel to her chest. She snaked her legs around the towel so it lay just between them.

“That was a REALLY good massage. You were a very professional and good boy the whole time. I’m impressed by both.” She smiled with her pretty lips and dark eyes. She reached up, removed the tie from her hair letting it flow across her caramel shoulders.

We talked about what made her so tense and ways she could relieve the tension while at her desk. I felt a pull. A hypnotic suggestion from her lips. So I took them with mine. We kissed softly, our lips parted the others and tasted the others tongue. Our lips parted slowly.

“That was nice.” She smiled, running her fingers through the crown of her hair. “I want another.” She stared at me.

We kissed slowly. My hands found the bare skin of her back again and caressed upward. Her hands touched my chest and caressed downward. I pulled the towel down as my lips kissed her soft lotioned skin and found the puffy milk chocolate nipples of her small breasts. I kissed and licked them. Her fingers grabbed the back of my head as she moaned for more.

Her black lace thong was a clear sign she had been open to show them to me. I snaked my warm tongue across her soft flat belly and licked her navel then lower. I’m an orally fixated person, but it’s not everyone and every time that I can be so sexily turned on to go down on the first instance. For Dulce, I was beyond in need of the taste.

I felt her tense up as my warm mouth made it’s way up her inner thigh, but like her full body massage when I reached my destination and began massaging her lips and clit with my mouth, she relaxed and fell into a whirlwind of moans and pants. My tongue swirled across her pretty pussy. My heartbeat increased with the throb of my growing erection. My stiff cock throbbed against her comforter as she squealed and shivered through a powerfully wet orgasm.

I wasn’t done, but she couldn’t stand the feel of my electric moves against her clit. She was ready to explode again.

“I want it.” Dulce moaned, grabbed my arms and pulled me up to kiss me.

Her soft hands gripped the shaft of my dick and she groaned her approval of what she felt. I pulled away, grabbed my bag with all of my accoutrement and removed a box of condoms.

“Mmmhmm” She grunted with a cocked eyebrow.

I knew it was better to have them and not need them than be at the gateway of pleasure with no key.

“Ohhhhh GOD!” She moaned as I slipped deep within her tight sweetness.

“You ok?” I asked concerned.

“Yes! Wooooooh!” She shook her head and opened her pretty brown eyes wide.

Dulce gyrated her hips in concert with mind. Her hands palmed my ass feeling the fluid motion of my hips. She was vocal just the way I like it. Her moans and talk were so fucking sexy I couldn’t believe I was experiencing it.

Dulce came again with a loud scream, her body quaked beneath me and her fingernails dug into my back bracing for the after effects of another mini-cum just on the heels of the previous one. Not losing a beat, I pulled her on top of me.

On top, Dulce was a hot passionate rhythmic lover. Her hips swiveled as her plump ass bounced down on my stiff dick. Sometimes she’d take me very deeply and her body would convulse with the sensation. I loved it. Pleasing is my goal and I could see she was loving every deep thick inch of me. Her long hair cascaded down her body swaying across her engorged breasts as she rode me. It was hot and sweaty and loud all the things that energize me during sex.

I looked over at the large mirror on the wall and watched her body move like a snake charmer, coaxing my Cobra to dance within her. The silhouette of her form stiffened me beyond imagination. My hands caressed her sweaty back then I pulled up to suck the perspiration from her hard nipples. Dulce groaned. She couldn’t believe we were still going.

“Aye papi! Si!” She spat with a grunt in her fluent accent and collapsed against the cool side of the comforter.

I pulled her to all fours and watched in the mirror as I entered her from the back. Her head tossed back, her hair flailed as I reached the deepest points of her tunnel.

“Fuck! Oh yes fuck me, Fury!” She screamed as I fucked her harder.

Our skin slapped loudly as we fucked harder. My hand whipped through the air slapping her ass.

“Yes! Oh shit! Aye! Aye!” She moaned and began a litany of dirty words in Spanish as she came again.

My hand slapped harder against her soft wide ass. She moaned and turned to the mirror watching her body react to the impact of our bodies colliding. The view amped her up. She liked seeing herself in silhouette writhing at my hands and with me deep inside of her. She bucked her hips back. Her soft tight contractions on my shaft squeezed him from base to tip then tip to base. She was siphoning me of my energy.

She moaned and begged me for “more of that big dick”.

I felt the shudder in my lower back before it registered.

“Oh shit.”

“What? You like that pussy, Fury?”

“Fuck yes! I think I’m gonna cum…” I groaned.

Dulce bucked hard against me. I threw gas on her inferno and she wanted to engulf me in her sweet flame. Her hips swiveled, back arched and she fucked me back harder. I grabbed her hair and pulled her head further back.

“Ohh yes fuck me! Yes! OH! YES! YES! MMMM! FUCK ME! AYE!” She moaned.

My balls tightened against me. My head levitated into the stratosphere and I exploded.

“I’m cumming!” I moaned loudly and she backed up harder against me.

Her tight pussy squeezed me stroking my juice from me desperately.

I backed away and laid another hard slap on her ass as the exclamation point on a great hard cum. She squealed with the pain of the spanking and collapsed face first onto the bed. I backed away sweaty and spent then huffed as I removed my latex sheath.

Dulce watched me from the bed, her hair wild against the bright sheets.

“So much for that tension.” She laughed then took a glance at the clock behind me. “Damn how many hours have we been going at this!? I don’t know how I’m gonna wake up in three hours for work.”

“Sorry…” I blushed. “I’ll make it worth it.”

“You already did.”

I collapsed between her spread legs. Her thighs spread wider, her heels pressed against the mattress. My lips kissed at her pretty pussy lips tasting her as she groaned.

“Aye cono!” She hummed.


They call me The Fury and I’ve given a happy ending

Step Up 2: Down On The Floor

This story began here.... Step Up

....and now continues...


Ebony answered the door for Missy and walked quickly to the bathroom to put her shorts back on her naked ass.

"Hey Missy. The food is ready." Ebony said nonchalantly.

I picked up my shirt and threw back over my head before giving Missy the "whassup cock blocker" head nod.

"I just called and y'all didn't answer so I ran down the steps to see if you were here."

"Down the steps, huh." Ebony shouted from the bathroom.

Missy just missed seeing more than some fucking baked ziti.

"Did I interrupt something?" Missy asked as Janet Jackson sang

Tonight's the night
It's gonna be alright
Cuz I love you girl
Ain't nobody gonna
stop us now

"Nah!" I spat with a tinge of sarcasm.

It was Valentine's Day. Janet's sexy ass was singing. And Missy was cracking jokes. My dick was rapidly losing it's stiffness. ughhh

Missy wasn't an ugly girl. Short, stout, kinda loud. But she was fun. Fun like show you her new dildo with the suction cup on the back then stick it to the wall and mimic how she planned to give HERSELF backshots, kinda fun. Though I wasn't trying to give her backshots....then...LOL

Missy didn't have a man or broke up with him recently and of course Ebony was making her feel better by letting her third wheel it.

So the three of us sat and listened to Janet sing while we ate ziti with a mozzarella heart on it. On occasion, Ebony would tongue her fork sexily or purse her lips at me reminding me she didn't forget. Reassuring me she wanted more.

Perhaps I'd toss Missy some dick on V-day just so I could get my girl back...nah. I didn't know how to even broach that..then. So I waited. Even after the sexy whip cream and strawberry dessert...which Missy stayed for.

I was three steps from grabbing Ebony and fucking her right in front of her, if Missy joined in, so be it. My dick was harder than President Obama getting that health care plan passed.

Alas, Missy bid us goodnight.

I collected the plates and put them in the sink. Suddenly the lights went out.

I turned to see Ebony standing naked in the doorway of the kitchen silhouetted by the blue lights from outside. She shook the whip cream can and sprayed a strawberry with it's contents.

"Wanna taste?"

I sucked the cream off the strawberry. And then on the floor, while Ebony finished eating the piece of fruit, I sucked her clit. Her hands reached out and grabbed the carpet as my tongue slid easily over her wet twat. My mouth watered as I savored the dewy salty goodness of her post staircase fucked sex.

I looked up to see her playing with her nipples, tweaking them hard and then softly in tandem. I wanted some of that action so I reached up and worked one of her nipples while she the other. She must've liked the way I did it because she let me take over while her hands grabbed the back of my head and pressed it tighter against her pussy.

Her thighs clamped down on my ears. Her moans reached a crescendo with my warm flicks as she exploded into a wet jerking orgasm.

Ebony and I didn't lose a step. I rose to her and gave her a full kiss letting her taste herself. Her legs wrapped around my waist and pulled me deep inside. I fucked her deep. There on the floor between her kitchen doorway and the table of her dining area. Fucked her on the carpet. My knees burned with the friction but my I didn't give a damn.

Her hands pulled me deeper as she moaned for more.

"Yes fuck me Fury! Fuck yes! Fuck!" She screamed as I pounded.

Ebony's pretty perky titties rocked with each stroke. The squeeze of her pussy against my tool was driving me to the brink.

"Fuck I'm gonna cum." I groaned as my strokes grew more urgent.

"Yes. Cum for me. Give it here." She panted.

I pulled out and hobbled up her body. My tool slid between her chocolate breasts to her ravenous mouth. It barely took three strong sucks from her knowledgeable lips before I'd reached my end. I exploded hard as she sucked then released. The last bits of my cum slid across the bottom of her chin.

"Shit that was good." I came down slowly.

"It was." She vamped wiping her chin with her index finger.

"Can I have some more?" I panted.

She climbed to her feet and walked to her bed. Her long brown limbs perched at the foot of her bed. She looked back to me on all fours.

"Bring that dick over here." She growled.


They call me The Fury, I'm good to the friends and good to the pussy.

A Honey Dream Come True

We joked and kidded. We flirted and were serious and then somehow, some way, Honey Rider confessed she had a dream about me.

"Really? What happened in the dream?" I asked.

"Well..."

She was understandably shy. We hadn't had much contact before this. We were cool. We were friends. The attraction bubbled under the surface like molten lava. I imagined her plump lips quivering as she thought about how to say what she had to say. I imagined an embarrassed rosy hue overcoming her sandalwood complexion. In my mind's eye she squirmed in her seat, her big firm backside shifting to and fro.

"You were wearing a towel." She said.

"Like the latest hood wear? Just wearing a towel?" My eyebrows rose.

"I think you had..no...you HAD just come from the shower." She continued.

"And I came in your room?"

"Yes."

"That's not bad..." I shrugged.

"And you showed it to me." She reluctantly confessed.

"Really?" I smiled. "Well did you like what you saw?"

"Yes." I could tell she was smiling.

"Then what happened?" I felt a horny flush cascade over me like a wave.

"You covered up and left the room."

"That's it?? Damn, I gotta get my dream game up!" I laughed and she laughed with me. The tension was gone.

The awkward moment was released. The flirtation didn't end there for me and Honey Rider. Our attraction was palpable and we wanted to be closer to each other again. Our play fighting had allowed us to touch each other in places normally forbidden in public. Our stolen moments alone were under the guise of discussing this and that. That game was over now.

Under the hot stream in the shower, I felt my manhood rising. He was beyond excited. He was on edge. I patted him down. "Soon." I thought. I put on a nice scented lotion and slipped into some thin basketball shorts. The imprint of my tool swayed back and forth below. I pulled a wife beater over my milk chocolate skin, then switched to a t-shirt in case I was being too presumptuous.

The door bell rang and she stood in the doorway with a smile so full it nearly closed her eyes completely. As she passed me, her curvy hips brushed me just slightly and lit a fire inside me I refused to quell. I locked the door behind myself. She stood just inside shy like a vampire waiting to be invited further inside. I pushed her back against the door jamb and tasted her soft lips. Her hands roamed grabbing my shoulders, then my ass then reaching for the stiff rod that pressed against her. I took advantage too. My hands squeezed the round cheeks of her ass pulling them upward letting them fall with an easy bounce.

She sucked my tongue with a smooth ease luxuriating in my passionate kiss. I slid my hand beneath her black and white wrap dress and found a warm area that wanted my attention. My fingers fumbled with the dress. What was this Fort Knoxian security?? Frustrated, she pulled and untied one bit of cloth and her dress came loose revealing pretty red panties and a matching lace bra. I fell to my knees kissing her taut stomach, her hand gripped my hair as she panted for more.

My mouth found the moist warm intersection of her thighs and licked softly. My hands pushed the soaking patch of fabric from her waxed kitty. She blushed in embarrassment of just how excited she had become, but I didn't give her time. My tongue flicked across her clit softly as my lips caressed hers. A low guttural moan left her lips as I worked her spot. My greedy lips kissed her softly. Her moans grew the bulge in my shorts more and more. I threw her thick thigh over my shoulder and dove in deep on her wet lips with my hands holding her balance. She was adept at all things, so she didn't shy away. Her leg rested on a high table as I tasted her floral scent. She was sweet like honey suckle and wanted more.

Her bra was thrown to the floor and my mouth worked upward leaving saliva and pussy juice across her nipples as I sucked them roughly. My middle finger stroked her clit softly below feeling the ooze of her want and the explanation of her desire. Her strong hands groped at my stiffened manhood then pushed inside the waistband of my boxers to grab a heaping handful of hard dick.

We tumbled to the floor as we kissed, grinded and I tasted her again. She hadn't even removed her shoes yet. She had barely, stepped into the place. But laying on the floor with Honey Rider was delectable. I grinded my manhood against her wetness easy and with rhythm.

"Mmmm yes."

"Let's go." I grunted between my teeth.

She dangled her arms and nearly collapsed in mines as I walked and kissed her to the bedroom. She lay back on the bed as I stripped her firm body naked and implanted my face between her soft thighs again. Her body quivered as I sucked her again. She reached down, pulling my shorts down just below my ass cheeks and took a handful. My hand fumbled with a well placed condom and rolled it across my engorged dick. She shimmied back on the bed as I poised above her like a rabid lion waiting to attack its prey. She bit her lip and held my chest with the palm of my hand.

"You ok?"

"Mmmhmm. A little scared." She whispered. "Don't hurt me."

"I won't." I assured her as she shifted her hips in preparation to receive me. "MMMMMM!" Her moan announced my entrance.

"Exhale." I commanded. When she did, her tension released and allowed me deeper within her.

For all of her shyness and embarrassment, when things got going, she changed demeanor quickly. Her hips moved with a rhythm with me inside her. We kissed and pawed at each other in need of more and more.

"Harder!" She wanted it. "Yes!" She was pleased. Her legs wrapped around my thighs and she began to moan louder as I felt the warmth and grip of her kitty. Her nails clawed at my back with the deeper thrusts as she melted in a body quaking orgasm.

"Come here." I pulled her around the bed, face down, ass up, facing a mirror. She looked up at me with a devilish look as I entered her. Her eyes collapsed in pleasurable pain as I fucked her from behind. My hands gripped the globes of her ass hard as I drove myself deeper inside. She moaned for more. She moaned for harder. I was too pleased to oblige. Her sexy back arched under the pressure. She gave back to me what I took. We watched each other in the mirror as we fucked in the light cast by the bathroom.

Her moans reached a neighbor stirring decibel level as I watched her ass cheeks vibrate and bounce against my body. My feet stumbled against my tossed sneakers, but I didn't allow it to change my thrust. I was rabid for her. I needed more. I wanted to take every inch of her and fill her up.

She was not just to be taken. On her back, she flipped her legs in the air and held them aloft as I filled her to the hilt. We fed on each others energy as I slid deeper within. She came again with a shudder, our bodies sweaty and loose from our work.

Feeling cheeky, I stood up in her full view.

"Is this what you saw in your dream?"

"Mmhmm." She licked her lips. "But you're bigger in person."

"Oh..." I blushed. She had the upper hand then. She took her upper hand, grabbed me by the dick and pulled me closer.

They call me The Fury...and dreams come true, if you believe....

A Hot Race on Slicks

I was somewhere between my second and third set of an intense circuit training workout when I heard a light clatter on the staircase descending into the basement. High heels? I pushed the weights high.

"Seven" I exhaled.

There was a faint knock I could barely hear over the "old school at noon" hip hop I was blasting on my workout radio.

"Come in." I inhaled. My eyes faced the ceiling. "Eight." I exhaled then peaked over the bar.

Mercedes stood there in a white blouse and black skirt with a smirk on her face. She was as pretty as ever. Both her brown doe eyes and now longer black hair glistened. She was clearly in professional mode.

I racked the bar and sat up.

"What are you doing here?" I huffed reaching for my bottled water and taking a sloppy gulp. Driblets of water escaped my mouth and peppered the already sweat moist t-shirt I wore. The Summer heat was entering the room through a small window, which also was the only way to let in fresh air.

"I'm on lunch. So, I raced over." She walked toward me checking her watch. "I made good time." She peered out the window to see the concrete above. The window was at foot level to those outside. Using her consistently manicured nails, she pulled the curtain down covering the window.

"Why the rush?" I eyed the curling bar as the precious seconds between sets began to tick away. My workout was being compromised and I was in a rush to keep my Summer body properly fit.

"I don't have on any panties, Marcusssssssss." She purred like Eartha Kitt in "Boomerang".

I laughed until she slid her left hand up the front of her skirt revealing the shaved brown lips of her flower. Her manicured finger slid between the petals and brought a sticky moist index finger within inches of my eyes. It was so close I could smell her soapy excited aroma. I flicked my tongue out to catch her finger and she retracted it. Her hands opened her shirt giving her heaving breasts more space. They surged against her black bra with cleavage bubbling.

"I told you I'm on lunch. I raced over here. I don't have time to waste."

"What'd you come by for?"

"Don't play with me!" She groaned and turned the radio up to an ear rattling level. She pulled the waistband of my swishy pants beneath my already stiff manhood and stroked him with her warm fingers. "Good you're ready already." Her mouth dipped low and wet the tip. Her left leg flung over my body and she lowered herself swiftly. "This is gonna feel so fucking goo...ooo...ood...oood..ohhhh." Her warmth enveloped me. She was sticky and warm.

Her body shivered against mine as she took me slowly inch by inch. I felt the warm quake of her breath in my ear as her breathing fluttered. The deeper I went, the more of a flutter. Her hands clenched my shoulders, her lips took mine as she exhaled into my mouth announcing the end of her sweet sticky valley. The tip of my probe rubbed her end wall. Her breasts bucked against my chest as she ground against me. I slid my hands underneath her black skirt and held each globe of her round ass to apply more pressure.

Clink Clank Clink Clank

The weight bench swayed under our movements.

ClinkClankClinkClank

She raced harder on top of me reaching for the elusive finish line. Her mouth returned to my ear where I could feel the warm air of her inhale and exhale. The other ear heard the blaring of an 80s hip hop beat. She rocked to the beat.

ClinkClankClinketyClank Clank Clank Clank

"Yes...f-f-f-f-fuck." She panted adding a stiffness to my manhood. The breeze sent the curtain high then low. She was hot and tight against me. Her vigorous grinds massaged my tip deep within her. I knocked on her third wall. She'd found a master spot. Even though she was racing, she held back from the goal. She teased herself slightly. She built up the anticipation like a driver downshifting to coast across the checkered border.

Clink Clank Clink Clank Clink Clank

I pulled her left nipple from her bra and sucked it hard, my teeth gave it a tender graze. Her back arched toward me nearly suffocating me in her soft brown hills. Her hands held the back of my head as she sped off unable to hold back any longer.

ClinClankClinClankClinClankClankClankClank

Her body shuddered against me a climax rocking her body. Her hard nipple protruded against the inside of my cheek. Her firm backside jerked against my thighs with her sticky winnings oozing down my sweaty inner thighs.

"Cum for me now." She grunted in my ear. "Don't hold back."

I lifted her with legs pasted to the side of my body and a surprised gasp erupted from her lips. Holding her by her sweat beaded behind, I shimmied as I carried her to the carpeted floor used for crunches. It seemed I was going to get my full circuit done.

I laid her with her back flat and legs high. The tip of my thickness teased the lips of her moisture filled flower. Dipping the arch of my bare ass in the air, I entered her fully and swiftly.

A short groan escaped her lips bellowing over the sounds of hip-hop's golden era. She loved that stroke more than the one that brought her orgasm. I was driving toward the finishing line. I was a jubilant second place, sliding on the slick tight track of her sex. Her muscles spasmed against me down there. Her hands were full of my pumping ass cheeks.

"Cum for me. I'm racing. I'm racing. Do it now." She moaned in my ear with a growl. She gasped as I pulled my lust slicked sex from her. Her sleepy eyes went wider at the sight of my hand giving myself the last lap strokes.

Mercedes moaned as I exploded. She watched the product of our motions and the end of my race squirting against the concrete pavement. She reached down and milked the last drops from the victory lap and watched it run against her fingers.

I sat up on my knees and watched her arch and swivel until she was standing again. She turned her back to me. Hhalf of her skirt was pasted against the top of her ass revealing one red hued rug burned ass cheek. She wiped her manicured fingers on the towel hanging from the exercise bike then drained large gulps of water from my bottle and smiled.

"Thanks darling. Time to go. I'll let myself out. You finish your work out. I'm racing." She kissed me quickly.

I heard the door close behind me and the clatter of heels running up the stairs. My pants still at my knees, I shimmied over to the window. My slicked manhood bopped and dripped small drips of excitement on the floor. With the curtain lifted, I watched Mercedes' strong brown legs speed to her car. I heard the door open then close. The engine started and she sped away.

They call me The Fury...I give tune-ups

Grab It

"You're wasting your money. No one wins that shit!" Ebony shouted over my shoulder as I walked, quarters in hand, towards the Grab It Claw Game. My group of friends had just settled up on the bill at our local hang out spot and were headed to the cars when I stopped at the door. Now I understood no one wins that Grab It Claw Game. Not REALLY! I've seen the guy that packs that machine. Yes one guy. There's only one person in the world that packs those machines. He went to school for it too...wise asses. Anyway...

For just 50 Cents (the money not the rapper) you too can win some arbitrary toy, stuffed animal, or otherwise useless piece of shit and test your skill at acquiring said piece of shit by operating a joystick and guiding a small crane mouth (that resembles pac man) to pick up your wanted crap. No one really wins this shit and if you do you'll spend $3 (more than the crap is worth) trying. It's all in the gamble. Ebony and our mutual friends laughed at me as I stared through the glass trying to find something to capture.

Hint: Go for the top thing that some other idiot almost had, but the crane couldn't grasp at the time.

"Ooh get that." Ebony pointed to a stuffed animal in the window. It was tucked in nicely between a stuffed eyeball and some little baseball.

"No haps, homie. That's tighter than virgin twat." My boy shook his head.

I popped my quarters in, looked at the stuffed animal and focused. See, there's nothing more challenging than an attractive woman ASKING you to get something in the same breath as saying you CAN'T do it. My hands wrapped around the small joystick, my thumb fingered the release button. A few more friends in our crew circled behind me. Others waited by the door shaking their heads. I moved the joystick.

"Nah to the right"

"To the left"

"Further back"

"Ahh you've already messed it up"

My friends shouted causing more ruckus in the diner than the restaurant owners wanted. My eyes focused on the prize, the stuffed animal. It's beady little eye stared at me. Its mouth was open laughing at me.

"You can't do it." Ebony whispered to me.

"I got this." I huffed.

"Man, if you get that I'll suck your dick!" Ebony pronounced.

The room got quiet. Then all of a sudden my friends all perked up. Voices began to shout back and forth. It was a battle of the sexes. Ebony had put her pretty plump lips and her big bitchy mouth on the line. While she and I had just the night before had a flirt fest that ended with my hand between her legs and the tip of her nipple on the tip of my tongue. That was the extent of our sexual history. We were more friends...actually more like acquaintances amongst our larger crew of friends.

And now the challenge had gotten to Deal or No Deal proportions.

Unfortunately, once the joystick was engaged I had a mere ten seconds to press the button before the crane dropped, opened and clamped whatever was in or not in it's grasp. Only three seconds left.

My eyes focused and at the last possible moment made one slight adjustment and pressed the button. The crane dropped over the animal. The pac man wokka wokkaed and grasped the animal. It raised slowly...the animal was there..bobbling.

"It's too heavy!" My boy cried out.

"It's droppin' dude." Another shouted.

The animal slipped as the crane headed to the exit, slipped some more then started to fall...

Right into the chute.

WINNER!

"OHHHHHHH!" Everyone screamed in excitement. I pulled the stuffed animal from the game and held it aloft like a prizefighter with his belt.

"Somebody better get on their knees!!" One of my boys shouted.

Outside in the parking lot, I posed or a picture smiling with my winning toy, Ebony was playfully on her knees facing my crotch with a losing glare.
A couple of weeks later, Ebony and I found ourselves sitting in her car in a darkened parking area of a local park listening to slow jams while some of our friends were off in the park being naughty.

"You know I want that stuffed animal right." Ebony smiled.

"Oh do you?" My eyebrow arched. "Well, we did make a bet..." I started.

"I know." She said as she hiked up her ankle length dress giving herself more room to adjust. She turned up the slow jam station as the DJ's mellow voice talked about the weather. She motioned for me to push the seat back as far as it could go. "Unbutton that." She motioned as I undid my belt. The mere thought of her mouth caused a rush in my loins. I tried to contain it so as not to be too excited, but it was too late. By the time her well manicured hands pulled my dick from my boxers it was raging hard. "Wow...Ready, huh." She joked, turning the stereo up.

Prince was singing "Adore" one of my favorite slow jams of all time. She knew it and smiled. The head of my manhood interrupted her smile as her lips parted and she worked her warm tongue around the head. My eyes fluttered as my head fell back. I could feel her eyes watching me as she licked, sucked. The sounds of Prince's falsetto interrupted by the wet sounds of her mouth sucking. Ebony's lips rolled across the tip of my penis like she was putting on lipgloss. I looked down to see her eyes closed now. Her head and neck worked up and down sucking me hard.

Reaching to the driver's seat (literally) I grabbed the fabric of her dress and pulled it up slowly. My hand caressed the cheeks of her ass left exposed by her thong. Then I grabbed them firmly, matching the rhythm of her mouth and tongue as she pleased me. I wanted more. Moans escaped my lips as my fingers slid inside the back of her underwear, between her ass cheeks and juuuussssst made it further down. There was moisture there, exposing her excitement. I heard a moan leave her mouth as Prince sang...

"You can burn up my clothes, smash up my ride....well maybe not the ride."

I can't say who stopped that wonderful bet payment, but it was mutually agreed that we both wanted more. Soon Ebony was sitting in the passenger seat, which was laid as far back as a small sedan could be and her dress was hiked above her hips. My hands forced her nipples through the sides of her tank dress and kissed them as her hands pushed my jeans and boxers down my thighs. I helped her with the rest as we fumbled and bumped each other in the head trying to find a comfortable fit. I watched for passing cars as she fished an errant condom from a compartment.

I smelled my musk on her mouth as we kissed, my hands fumbling frantically to roll the condom on my thickness. Soon I was pressed at her entrance and angling to slide in her wetness. Ebony moaned as I parted her, but there just wasn't enough room for both of our long legs here.

"Shit, I want all of you. Damn that's good." Ebony moaned as I slid slightly deeper. "Wait." She raised her legs and sunk deeper in the seat. She raised them higher, one shoe touching the ceiling the other clattered against the dash as I dove to the hilt filling her. "Yes! Oh Yes!" She screamed as we fucked hard. The music lost all rhythm as she gnawed my earlobe muffling her own moans.

Pulling her up to me by her ass, I held her leg in place against the ceiling as we pumped hard against each other. Her tight, wet womanhood held me closely as the sounds of our furious body slapping echoed in the car. Our mouths sucked each others with abandon as we tried to eat away our lust for each other. Finally we collapsed in a mess of sweaty clothes and cramped limbs.

After fixing our clothes and spraying some Bath & Body Works spray to cover the smell of badussy. We turned up the AC and the music.

"I'm coming to your place to grab my toy." Ebony finger combed her hair into place.

"Of course, a deal is a deal." I smiled.

My name is The Fury...and I'll take case #1 and the model, Howie...

Mid Stroke

Mercedes stepped over the clutter in the far corner of her bedroom. Things were a lot less neat in her boudoir now that she was staying with her aunt and uncle in preparation for finding a new place of her own. I picked up a photo album amongst the clutter and started to flip through the pages.

A shot of her at a gala

"Nice dress." I said

"Thanks." She replied as she stacked more stuff on top of more stuff.

A few pics of her in some tawdry club outfits. One of her raising her skirt just up her thigh.

"Nice thigh...night on the town?"

"Yeah. You've seen that thigh before." She said organizing her stuff in bins that I was to lift.

Pics of her on a beach with friends. Her big boobs busting out of her small bikini top.

"Nice...ummm...bathing suit."

"You've seen those before too." She glanced up at me.

A shot of her smoking a cigarette, legs spread in her bikini, camel toe present. All of it way more risque than I'd known her to be in public.

"Hmmmm..."

She walked over to me holding the book and looking at the pic upside down.

"You've seen that before too."

"Not the smoking."

"Yeah not a good shot." She got closer to me.

"Did I mention I like your new haircut?"

"No. Anything else you like...?" I saw the tigress in her eyes for the first time since we'd met up.

"I like how your room is a complete mess."

"I'm horny as hell." She smiled turning to pack more stuff in bins.

"And that created a mess in the room?" I laughed tossing the photo album on the floor. Hell, there was no need trying to be neat here.

"You're funny. Why don't we just stop the "just friends" thing for a moment..." Mercedes smiled as she walked to me and rubbed my dick through my pants.

"You want..."

"This dick, Fury! Stop playing." She said as she kissed my neck. Her heat transferred to my body in a mere millisecond. Her warm tongue tasted my flesh as her hands pawed at my belt buckle.

"Did you bring me here to take advantage of me?" I purred with closed eyes as her mouth gnawed on my neck.

"I brought you here to lift my boxes..." She said stroking my dick inside my boxers. Mmmm her hands felt great against my skin. Our tongues slid across each other quickly. It was all a reminder of our torrid sex. All of the memories returned quickly.

"You sure no one is coming home...?" I moaned looking at the open bedroom door.

"No one is." She said with her hands tightly squeezing the engorged head of my cock.

I tossed her shirt to the floor. More mess. Her tits pushed hard against her bra and my mouth pushed back against them. She moaned with excitement. We were savoring an old, but wanted meal. Her fingers raised to my mouth. I smelled a distinct familiar fresh scent as they slid between my lips.

"See how wet I am for you..." She moaned as she pulled me back to the bed. "I want it right now. I need it right now. Seriously!" Her face tensed. She sounded like a starving person asking for a morsel of food. My pants slid to my ankles as I shuffle walked across the mess to the bed.

She pulled her pants and panties off together with plenty of awkward tussling and tossed them aside. The crotch of her panties were soaked with the soaking creamy juice of her essence. I stood in awe watching her as she slid her fingers between her moist pussy lips. She strummed her clit slowly, watching me as I pulled my pants off. My throbbing cock bobbed in the warm Summer air.

"Leave the shirt on! Just come here!" She whined. I complied. "Oh shit yes!" She bellowed as my mouth sucked her nipples and the head of my cock rubbed against the hot soft flesh of her inner thigh.

As much as I wanted her at that moment with all of her urgency and all of her pleading, I teased her first. I slowly rubbed the head of my manhood against the wet throbbing of her clit. Her groans for more only encouraged my teasing. Her hands grabbed my bare ass in double handed, dual ass cheek pressure and pushed me inside of her deeply. Her copious juices escaped slowly on the sides of my shaft as I slid out. She pulled me back inside of her by my ass again as I swiveled my hips to rub the spot deep with her. The one that conjured many moans in our past.

This time her mouth spewed dirty, lascivious talk, filthy, slut talk. The kind of talk reserved simply for the best of dirty sex. Stroke after stroke she purred and moaned. Her delectable moisture coaxed my long twisting strokes within the folds of her heaven.

"Yes, I need this dick. Oh I love your dick! I want this in me forever, baby. Don't take it from me." She moaned in my ear as I raised her legs high in the air.

"You're so wet. Damn you feel good."

There was an echoing creaking sound in the clutter of the room. Were our strokes too much for this old bedspring?

"Yes...Mmmmm It's been way too long since I had this dick." She grabbed my ass as I slid slowly from her, teasing her entrance with just the head inside her.

Another creak...

I looked up to see a gray haired man turning the top step. Was I dreaming? What was Rahlow from Sanford & Son doing in my daydreams?...we locked eyes. Shit! He turned his head and walked into the nearby bedroom and closed the door.

"Give it to me. Fuck me!" She moaned.

My ass hovered precariously in the air frozen in mid stroke.

"What's wrong?" Her eyes opened and she stared in my face which was still staring out through the open door to the now empty hallway.

"I think your uncle just came home..."

"Shit!!" She jumped up slamming the door closed. The shock of being caught was coupled with the fact that she was enjoying it so much right before the disruption. Mercedes sat naked for a second thinking, she was summoning a memory... "Wait, what was I saying??"

"Ummm...." I smiled sheepishly

My name is The Fury...come in and close the door behind you, please.

Pussy Noir (2 of 2)

For part one...start here



"How was your date last night?" Caramel asked as we stood in the dreary office kitchen.

"Wasn't a date. I had to meet up with a friend of a friend." I replied sipping my water. The cool sensation contrasted with the heat that boiled up from my collar and radiated in my loins.

"Oh, sympathy date...that sucks. You dissed me for a sympathy date...Hope she at least put out." She needled and gracefully floated out like a gazelle on roller skates.

The nerve of that broad.

I packed up my stuff at the end of the day horny as hell and in need of some alone time. I prayed that my commute would be subway delay free because when I got home all of the sexual tension would need to be attacked head on (no pun intended) by my own hands. Caramel surveyed the staff for after work drinks, but there were no takers. It was a hot Friday night and everyone had plans.

"Guess it's just us." She winked to me. "Let's go..." She pulled me unawares and in shock into the elevator.

It was a quick subway ride to her place in Brooklyn. She shared the place with her mother who was no where to be found. Her two "cute dogs" ended up being two large hell hounds that attempted to swallow my head whole as I entered her cavernous sweltering bedroom. She excused the mess. There were papers, shoes and clothes all over the white tiled floor papers with a crate sitting square in the middle of it all.

"Before work can't figure out what the fuck to wear tornado" She explained.

She released the hounds into the backyard and opened some windows so the sweltering heat outside could meld with the sweltering heat inside to create a nice heat cocktail. She quickly hid a couple of lingering pairs of very small underwear, turned on a small fan that sputtered heat at me and excused herself to the bathroom leaving me with just my dirty thoughts.

I was sitting in the dark fanning myself and perusing the large amounts of assorted mess that littered the floor when a large booming sound of gospel music, shouting and all sorts of clatter erupted from not too far away. The Friday night revival had begun at her neighborhood holy emporium. The sound was deafening. I closed the windows, they rattled with the vibrations of "amens" "have mercy" and "goodlawds". From the nearby room, I could hear the shower running. Caramel and I attempted to conduct a normal conversation by shouting to each other through the door and over the muffled music. After what seemed like a decade of crossing the burning sands in heat, humidity and tamborine clashes, Caramel stepped from the bathroom looking like pure sin. She wore a red satin kimono inspired robe held closed with a thin satin tie.

She tip toed across the room and dumped her dirty clothes in a pile. Hey why not? The room was already tornado strewn anyway.

"You ok?" She smiled as she lit the candles over the fireplace mantle. "Want something to drink?" Her eyes glimmered in the light of the candles. I refused. She left anyway for some water.

She returned, handed me the glass and stood over me. I took a small sip and she anxiously retrieved it and placed it on the mantle.

"OK, good night. I'm laying down. I have a headache." She smiled and reached for the pillow behind me, but I caught her in mid motion. My hand slipped under her kimono, wrapped around her soft waist and pulled her back to me. "OH!" She squealed.

The kimono tie unraveled easily in my wanting hands revealing her see through thong. Her small caramel toned breasts were highlighted by puffy chocolate nipples. My mouth found her stomach and caressed warm kisses on it while my hands took hold of her firm apple ass. I pulled her tightly to me and licked around her navel. Caramel's hands ran through my hair as a barely audible moan left her lips. My mouth found her erect nipples and sucked them softly. Round and round went my soft, warm tongue on her breasts. Her hands gripped the back of my head. She tasted of Bonner's peppermint soap and almond lotion. My hands pulled her tighter to me. Her left leg straddled my body on the right side while her right foot barely stood on it's toes.

Outside the sound of drums and tamborines rose. A sermon was building.

Caramel pushed forward on me landing on top of me, our tongues slipped softly across each other. My hands caressed the soft skin on her ass, her legs, her strong back. My fingers wrapped in her thong and pulled it down her small hips. She helped me slide them down her long legs then straddled my body and helped me from my sweaty shirt. Her thin fingers massaged my chest as the moisture from her sex left dew on my pants.

The sounds of the chanting crowd rose with her heaving breaths as my fingers found her clit and rubbed softly. Her body shuddered under my control. My dick stiffened in her fingers as she stroked me through my pants. She had a death grip on me and with every stroke was begging for more. My fingers slid in her milky essence coaxing her clit harder and harder. My mouth found her nipples and sucked harder. Her explosion was modest at first then rose to a body shaking sigh. Even in sex she was graceful. She was ready for me. She dug out a condom from her pleasure drawer. With her long legs spread and her knees high, she pulled me by my ass deep deep deep inside her. She took a deep breath as I entered further and further. A squeal left her throat.

"Mmmm...fuck yes!' She moaned.

Our bodies rocked together. They say thin women are deep and she was no exception. I reached further and further within her, basking in the warmth and tightness of her sex. Caramel fucked me hard and showed me every ounce of her youth and energy with each thrust. I grabbed her hard around her waist and lifted her as I kneeled. She was lithe and flexible so I put her to the test, contorted her legs this way and that until I pushed her back to the bed on all fours.

"You showing off?" She moaned as I dove to the hilt deep inside her wet pussy. The Egyptian eye tattoo on her back stared at me as I grabbed her hips and slid within her. My hand swung through the air with a whooosh and slapped her ass with a sting. She grunted and moaned "yessssss". Our sweaty bodies smashed together like a good peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

The congregation cheered and yelled "yes'm" and "yes lawd"

My hand bounced off her ass again with a spank. She turned her head to me and bit her lip. We were in full blown fuck and the juice that ran from her pussy down the shaft of my dick and trailed the length of her thigh was a good sign that she was on the verge of another...

"Cum! Yes...I'm cumming...shit!" She exploded again.

Caramel didn't disappoint. She was very game. Very hot, very willing and very into it. After it got too hot and humid for me to stay agile and hard and enthused we stopped. She wiped her forehead and fanned herself.

I hopped in the shower to wash off the sweat and juices. I found my way back in her messy bedroom wearing a tshirt with one leg in my boxers when there was a knock on the bedroom door. She motioned for me to cover my dick. I slipped my boxers on and before I could protest.

"Come in." Caramel shouted. In walks her mother!

I take a seat on the closest thing to me, the crate, so as not to reveal the full bulge in my boxers.

We exchange pleasantries. Yeah Mom, I'm half naked in the dark and the candles are burning and it no doubt smells like I just fucked your daughter 10 ways from Sunday, who's sitting there wearing a sheet and post orgasmic bliss, but how was your day? Mom chats it up for a quick minute and just when she seems ready to leave she has a seat on the bed and continues to talk. Ok all I need now is for the dogs to come in and start sniffing my crotch. Her mother is sweet and funny and a tad bit flirtatious. I'd find out later from Caramel that I'm right up her mother's alley as far as type, so there was no way she was leaving early.

I stayed penned to that crate for two hours while we discussed everything under the sun, moon and stars. Occasionally Caramel would throw me a sexy smile or lick her lips at me while her mother stared at me intently. Great don't let me grow a boner through my boxers as I sit here. Finally, her mother got up to leave.

"Are you leaving or having breakfast with us, Fury" Her mother asked.

"He's staying for breakfast." Caramel quickly sung.

"OK, see you in the morning. I'll be in my room playing music." her mother winked and left.

"I'm staying for breakfast?" I asked as the embarrassed blush lowered from my face.

"Yes and dessert too." Caramel dropped her sheet and stood by the bed naked drinking from the water glass. She was ready to convene again at the altar of Fury.


They call me The Fury and I'm all about a revival