A Lunch Meeting with Dulce

The unbearable humidity of New York City in July had everyone staying inside their office buildings and ordering lunch. A small three dollar tip could get some hardworking immigrant to do the sweating and walking (or riding) for you. Ninety-eight degrees with a heat index of one hundred and three is not to be fucked with.

Of course with all of the extra orders it was taking my lunch and extra long time to arrive. A normal twenty minute window expanded to forty-five. I had time to roam the halls and the other floors. Maybe I'd catch a glimpse of a sexy new somebody in the lobby.

Five minutes into my wandering, I turned a corner and saw Dulce swaying toward the outer most doors of the offices where she worked.

She had on a flowing sundress which still showed off her wide hips, small waste and small firm tits. The halter exposed her arms which were showing the impressions of her workouts.

I cleared my throat loudly.

Dulce flipped her wavy hair over one shoulder and with a smirk stopped her four inch heels from advancing into the door.

"Yes?"

"I guess brother's been poppin that yang all day…" I shrugged.

"Wear a dress to work and everyone wants to comment."

"I'll leave you alone."

"No. Come walk me to my office so all of the fools will see you and stop their Mmms and oh damns!"

Great. Now I'm security.

…But I wasn't mad.

Dulce linked her arm with mine. The smell of her perfume lightened my step.

As we walked, her hips swayed and brushed mine. I immediately had flashbacks of her nude skin on mine, her touch, her taste, the spanglish she spoke when I entered her. The Spanish she spoke when I made her climax.

It seemed so long ago.

"You're thinking bad thoughts, I can tell." She said.

I looked down to make sure I wasn't sporting wood.

She laughed.

We made it through her office with several side glances aimed in my direction. A few punk ass dudes flashed jealous looks.

I glared back. 'Say something…didn't think so'

She closed the door behind me.

"Thanks sexy." She moved closer.

"You're welcome."

Our lips touched.

"Nice dress."

"You're just thinking about what's underneath it."

"I am… What's back there?" I pointed to a closed door at the back of her office.

"Storage closet and temp controls. The building engineers have been in here three times already to turn up the a/c."

"Can I see?"

"The temp controls?" She stood with one leg kicked out so I could just view her thick calf beneath the dress.

"Yes.." I motioned her to the door.

She opened it. The room was dark except for the shaft of light that shone through the open door.

"Pretty cool in here."

"mmmhmm"

She kissed me as my hands found and firmly palmed her round ass. My hand found the loose material covering her breasts, slipped between it, then her bra and stroked the tip of her nipple with the tip of my finger. It responded to my touch by moving closer.

"We can't do this here."

"Just one moment…" My mouth watered.

I slid downward caressing the soft material of her dress. My knees found the floor and my hands the bottom hem of her dress. With a woosh I was beneath it and sinking lower. There was a scent of honeysuckle and ginger. My index finger slipped her thin thong to the side as I dipped lower.

Dulce expressed a low mumble.

My tongue touched her soft lower lips and kissed softly. These were the temp controls I like to manipulate. My hands held her steady then slid one of her thighs over my shoulder for easier access. There wasn't much time.

Her lips spread just slightly with my tongue. Her mild nearly imperceptible taste entered my mouth. She moaned softly as my tongue fluttered across her entrance and then up to her hard waiting clit.

Dulce's hips pushed forward as my tongue played against her clit. Her warm pussy pressed against my face in the darkness. My hands caressed the soft skin of her ass as she swayed with each tongue flick and lip suck.

I was greedy for her and rewarded her sexy waxed lips with a more slick warm attention. A hungry dirty freak on his knees sucking her clit in a room full of reams of paper and files.

Her mumbles rose to moans.

"Mmm, your tongue is good. Shit. Coño!" She pulled away, staggered backward and leaned against some shelves. "I can not fuck you in here."

"You weren't. I was tongue fucking you…" I said from my knees with a stiff dick battering from within my dress pants.

"Yeah there was only one place that was gonna go, you little freak." She slipped her hand under her dress and adjusted her panties to cover her wet pussy.

She smiled as I stood, approached her and rubbed my throbbing manhood against the soft material between her legs.

"Mmmm..call me later…"

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

"Shit!" She whispered. "Put that away." She pushed the tent in my pants downward.

"It won't go away if you touch it." I said.

I sat in her guest chair as she answered the door.

It was the building engineer again,

"Sorry, they want the a/c turned up again." He said.

"Yeah, It's hot in here." I bellowed.

Dulce gave me the 'smart ass' look.

"I gotta run. Thanks for lunch, Dulce. We'll chat later."

"Ok!" She said chipper as a chipmunk.

I walked through the office on the way out and gave a wink to one of her jealous co-workers.

"Stay cool out there, homie." I nodded.

I headed to the lobby where my delivery guy had been impatiently waiting.

"Sorry for the wait. Keep the change."

He smiled a big happy grin, but not as big as mine.

They call me The Fury and I like to eat out for lunch.

The Hills Are Alive...

It was late night. Extremely late night. The borrowed SUV I was driving had already made three GPS guided wrong turns and I found myself on a foggy hill in tree covered area. Where in the hell was this again? I checked the GPS.
unnamed road

What the fuck kind of name was that for a street??

Wait..what? You don't know where I am?

On cue, the streets got even foggier. The Fury had made a u-turn right into The Twilight Zone. I resisted calling La La again. It was bad enough I called her at booty call hour, convinced her to let me come over in the middle of the night and faked writing down her explicit instructions...now I was taking forever to get to her place because the GPS led me to "unnamed road"

Did Michael Knight have this kind of fucked up luck with K.I.T.T.?

The car drove further up in the hills and with it, the fog cleared. Suddenly, there I was, in a community. The views of the city below were gorgeous. My cell phone rang. Sketchy service area...

"You got lost!" La La's raspy voice shouted with disdain.

"You didn't tell me you lived in West Jesus!"

"Make a left at that corner." She said.

"You see me?"

"No I'm psychic! Yes, I see you. You're the only car lights on in the hill below mine"

Below? I craned my neck. There indeed was another hill.

La La hung up as the car pulled to the outer gate of her home. Yes, it was like that.

She opened the door with sleepy eyes and a pissed look.

"AND you parked inside. Hope you know how to get out of here backwards up a hill."

"Hello to you too."

"Sorry." She said. "Of all the fucking nights, my roommate came home with a dude."

My heart sank.

I followed her into the house. My eyes watched her firm round ass, covered only by a thin pair of tights, wiggle as she crossed the living room. She walked on her tippy toes because she didn't like the feel of the wood floors on her bare feet. She curled on the couch with a pillow and batted her big brown eyes at me.

La La was gorgeous, Her beautiful brown face was framed by her new long black hairstyle (weave). In the dim light, I had time to focus on her words as they left her pretty pouty lips.

"Whassup Fury? Sit down and talk to me." She patted the couch next to her as she whispered.

I took a seat close enough to feel the firm globes of her ass rub my leg. Her eyes were focused on the late night cable movie.

"So yeah, When you called, she was out, by the time you fumbled your way up here, they showed up, went to the bedroom and were fucking.

"Were?"

"Yeah, they're done already." She smirked and rubbed my chin. "You're cute."

"You forgot?"

"I guess..." She laughed.

What transpired for the next thirty minutes was a song and dance. She sang the song of the lamb. I danced the moves of the wolf.

We kissed. I caressed. She sighed. I found the softest portion of her neck and nuzzled my nose there.

"We can't with them here.." She sighed, her eyes still closed enjoying the feeling of my kisses.

"the car is parked out front..."

"Uh uh" She grimaced.

My fingers circled the plump lips hidden by her tights. She grabbed my hand and pulled me to the door.

The air was brisk up here. From her front porch, I could see the fog and the city lights far off in the distance. La La raised her hands behind her head in a yawn. Her back arched, her plump breasts poked through her small shirt. My mouth watered. Entranced, I found myself kneeling before her. My mouth kissed her stomach, my index fingers slipped between the waist band of her tights and her smooth cocoa brown skin. I slid my hands down her legs and with them her tights.

My tongue slowly traced her lower lips. My hands cupped her warm ass cheeks. Her small moan told me to keep going. I kissed her softly. More than many times her knees buckled under the pressure of my tongue on her clit. Her small hands cupped the back of my head and pushed me harder against her flower. My tongue tasted her excited honey. She fed me a warm sweet treat. I was giving her head outside on a hill in the brisk air and the sensations had thrown her for a loop.

"Just what I need is for my neighbors to see this," She said as she pulled up her tights and headed for the SUV.

She climbed in the backseat while I adjusted the front seats to give me more room. She stretched in the backseat. Legs bowed, hands behind her head. As I reached the backseat and closed the door, she pulled my lips to hers sucked on my tongue then pushed my head between her thighs.

My tongue swirled and flicked. My mouth sucked and kissed. I wanted more of her taste on my tongue and she did not deny me. With each guttural grunt, I knew La La was reaching closer to the top of a new hill. She pressed my face to her valley harder then pulled back embarrassed by her candor. I pulled her hands back to the power position pleading for her to fuck my face. She obliged.

My heart pounded against my chest. I ached to feel more of her. My manhood pounded in my pants. My hands slid up her body, underneath her shirt and softly caressed her wanting nipples. With the slightest of warm strokes, her ass began to shake. My hands cupped it so as not to lose the position my tongue had on her clit.

"Shit...I'm cumming." She whispered biting her tongue.

I could not stop. I wanted more. Her plump petals filled my mouth with honeysuckle. She shook and relaxed.

"Did you hear me? I came." She panted.

I looked up to see her face sweaty. The windows were as foggy as the hills below.

"Give me what you came here to give me, Fury." She smirked.

Her body tensed with the first stroke. Her sticky wet lips parted as wide as they could for my manhood. The deeper I went, the more relaxed her body became. When I reached the end, she collapsed against the seat like a worn rag doll.

"So..good...so..damn good." She hummed as she felt me slow and deep.

Her teeth chattered as we pounded against each other harder. La La's ankles pressed against the backs of my thighs to hold me right where she felt me best. The SUV rocked. The windows went foggy. We weren't going to quit. This would be another marathon.

Finally, La La's naturally tight squeeze got the best of me. Her moans and writhing encouraged more.

"Gimme that big dick, Fury. Mmm cum for me. I want to hear that groan." She purred.

The longer we went, the nastier her talk got. She knew hot to compliment her gifts with sheer uncensored filth. I gave her the warning and she pulled her shirt up. her perky breasts met my gaze.

"Cum on my tits. Give it to me right there on those pretty titties." She moaned like a porn star.

And when I exploded she cooed with each warm squirt like it was just what she wanted. I knew better. I wiped her breasts and stomach clean with my wifebeater and tossed it in the back of the truck.

As we made our way back to her front door, the cool air was refreshing. She stood at the top step for a second.

"i can't believe I just got head on the porch like I'm a dude. You're crazy!" She laughed.

As we relaxed on the couch, she pressed her face into my chest and began to cry.

"What's wrong? Are you ok?" My heart sank.

"Yes. Am I only sex to you?" She looked at me with watery eyes.

"No." I told the truth.

"Good. I was so happy to see you. Don't want to just be that chick. My roommate, she's that chick." She nuzzled into me. "Now hold me until I fall asleep."

They call me The Fury and I provide comfort in more ways than one.

Beasts in the Bathroom

I waited in the open air garden sipping wine from a plastic cup. The temperature was probably ninety-three degrees with a humidity well into the nineties as well, which meant that bugs were nibbling on me for dinner. Open air gardens and sweet wine mix not well, but I was a grownup now and this is what grownups did, right? I'd already ordered Pree's plastic cup of wine. The scent of it surely attracted more gnats and no-seeums that nibbled at my hands.

Fucking Open air gardens. This grownup shit was for the birds....and bugs.

Pree and I had flirted in the past. I'd sucked her sexy brown responsive nipples in a park one Summer break before stroking her tight kitty with a finger. Months later, she sucked my dick one Fall break in that same park as I watched the streets for passerby. Still we were just friends. This time we were real working grownups meeting to talk about new jobs and responsibilities. Way deep within that invitation there was a understanding that we had the habit of losing ourselves in public places. This was as public as they got, it would ward off the play. If the bustling crowd didn't do it, then surely those fucking bugs would.

At least they would try...

Pree had told me just two days before she had a rather vivid dream about me, a dream that aroused her so much that she ran juices down her soft brown thighs in her sleep. The next day, with thoughts of my manhood on her mind, she fingered herself in her office, tasted her salty/sweet juices then reported on the flavors to me in what began as a very professional email. That night I went home and warded off the lust by pleasing myself while watching a rather dirty porn that featured two slutty White chicks and a filthy Latina. Then I took the edge off again that morning in the shower. I didn't want to be a horny wild man in her presence. We were meeting as old friends over (cups of) wine like grown ups were suppose to do.

I turned to the doorway just as she sauntered in, her plentiful hips swayed. She smiled a sexy smile, her pretty brown face lit up the garden. I stood gave her a friendly hug then watched as her plump round ass brushed against me to take her seat.

"Do you want to stay up here? It's kind of..."

"Hot as shit?" She finished my sentence.

"Yeah and there are bugs..."

"Fuck that!" Pree picked her bag back up. "Let's see what's happening in the main area."

The air conditioned main area had a totally different (bug-free) vibe. We sat in a corner booth which featured large dark drapes. All of a sudden, we weren't so public anymore.

Our conversation was innocent. We talked about work, recent issues in the current events and how music was starting to suck. Deep down beneath the surface the wine was working magic. I went to the bar and ordered two more. This time they were served in very adult wine glasses.

Much better.

Pree swigged her wine with a new dirty haze billowing through her eyes. I was on my best behavior. I was warding off the demons that occupy both shoulders and create the man that you read here on this blog. Her slender hand rubbed against my lower thigh then slightly higher to my dick. I was being good. He wasn't stiff. Her touch warned me. I wouldn't get hard. She was being playful, this is what grown ups do. We sipped wine and talked about more innocence. Her hand surprised me again. I didn't like that she had once again gotten a handful of soft dick.

"Want to hear something funny? Hilarious actually?" Her lips raised into a snarl.

"Sure." The wine had begun to give me my own horny haze.

I watched how her plump tits pressed against her bra, which pressed harder against her thin Summer dress. She crossed her legs exposing sexy calf. My hand dipped low and caressed her soft leg from the calf to the knee. She smiled.

"I started my period today. Just recently. Like just as I used the bathroom before I left work to meet you." She chuckled. "How's that for a blower?" She shook her head.

Then she took my hand, slid it into her bra and pressed my warm fingertips against her hard nipples. My heart beat quickened. I felt a surge of blood in my jeans. Voices approached, I removed my hand just as a trio walked by looking for a booth. I begged the gods, period or not, for them not to set in the booth next to ours. They went upstairs.

Good luck with the heat and the bugs, folks...

I took her hand and placed it on the lump in my jeans. Used her hand to stroke the thickness that throbbed beneath her fingers. Her hungry tongue licked her pretty lips. She made a sound in her throat that I can only describe as ravenous. She excused herself and went to the bathroom. With a sigh, I tried to calm myself and my manhood. This would not happen today, even with a liquor haze and two horny grown ups in a grown up place.

"Grab your bag." She ordered.

I picked up my not-so-grown up work bag and followed her to the unisex bathrooms. There were about six doors, floor to ceiling, with one long mutual sink for the inhabitants. She motioned to a door as a woman came out of a stall and began washing her hands. I made a move for the door when another guy came in.

"You can take that one, sorry." I said nervously.

"No." Pree responded.

"Go ahead." I nodded.

He stumbled into the stall closing the door behind himself. I opened the end door and squeezed into the small stall. There was a lone dim yellow light high above my head. The walls were made from stacked concrete cinder blocks painted with glossy paint. I tossed my bag on top of the toilet basin. My heart thumped in my chest. What did she have in mind?

The door opened. Pree's eyes were serious. She smirked with a sly grin that had horrible deeds written all over it.

"Hi." She purred as she quickly lowered the top of her dress exposing her plump breasts. Her nipples were perking, begging for attention.

"Hello." I responded immediately lowering my head and licking each of them.

I sucked her nipples hard, but gently remembering that last time I had them in my mouth I was so excited and hungry I'd left them sore. She didn't complain about that then, nor when my sucking grew harder this time. My hands groped around her body palming her wide round ass. Pree moaned her agreement while her hands fumbled with my belt. She stepped back and watched as I unbuttoned my pants. She didn't wait for my hands to pull him out. She grabbed it. Her mouth sucked in the head. Her teeth grazed the base of the helmet. Her face was bathed in yellow light as her mouth worked a sloppy wet suck on my dick. In the whirlwind, Pree had made herself more comfortable, by sitting on top of the toilet seat. One of her hands wrapped around the stiff dick in her mouth, the other hand had slid two fingers in her black thong and stroked her clit. She groaned with dick in her mouth and her fingers on her clit. My hands reached out for the door and held it to keep my balance.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

I checked to make sure the lock was fastened. It was.

"I'm in here." I grunted through clenched teeth.

To the listener I may have sounded more like a sick drunk than a man getting head in a stall.

Pree sucked hard keeping her mouth tight around the head then dippedlow. Her teeth grazed hungrily over the head and shaft as she opened wider for the contours of her meal. She was beastly. I held on for balance. Pushing her head back, I took her mouth with mine and sucked her tongue passionately. We kissed like hungry animals. My fingers slipped between our tongues, grabbed some saliva and slid between her thighs. I fumbled with her panties then erratically stroked across her kitty. I probed for her clit with nervous anxious hands. Her hands were tight around my dick stroking with might.

"I want a stroke. Can I get a stroke? Just three strokes. I want to fuck you. Please." I begged.

She nodded trying to catch her breath.

"Turn the fuck around." I panted.

She did as she was begged. Her dress went over her hips. She pulled her panties down, bent over and held the top of the toilet. I was too anxious. Too aroused. Too on fire. I aimed, poked and prodded at her plump pussy lips trying to find the entrance to the tight tunnel. She reached back, grabbed the engorged head of my dick and led me to it. I shoved the head in barely getting an inch, pulled it out, spread saliva across my hand and wet the tip with it. I prodded again grinding into her tight pussy with anxiety and passion. The first stroke wasn't eloquent. It was beast-like. I pounded her from the back. Her ass cheeks slapped together with that fleshy sound I love.

Knock Knock Knock

I gripped Pree's wide hips and fucked hard and fast like a boy. Coming to my senses, I ground deeper trying to fit every inch inside of her. She looked back to me with a devilish grin.

"Let me get on top." She ordered.

We pushed by each other in the cramped space. I sat on the toilet bowl. She raised her dress and lowered herself on me straddling the bowl with her thick thighs. Her strong hand grabbed the back of my neck and pulled as she took more inches of me. Pree took my dick like a grown bitch. She rode me hard trying to get every morsel. I still owed her at least one maybe two inches that were blocked by the material of my pants. I grabbed her ass and squeezed as she rode me with a rhythm. Her moans and purrs grew as she took me. Her hands pushed against my chest as her tight pussy clamped my member.

"Yeah motherfucker." She grunted under her breath. "Mmmm. Uggh" She gritted with clenched teeth as sweat peppered her forehead.

She rode me harder, working my dick within her. Her grown female body on my very grown excited grown man's physique.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

She stopped and smiled. She couldn't finish here. She wanted more room, more space, more dick than I could provide in a cramped bathroom. She rose up, her tight kitty released me from its bounds. My dick glistened beneath us.

"Lost my panties."

I looked down on the concrete floor and found them on my foot. I handed the wet small piece of fabric back to her. I re-buttoned my pants, taking a second to calm my thumping heart. I stepped into an empty unisex sink area, washed my hands and walked back out into the main bar. In the short time we spent in the bathroom, the place had become overrun with more grown ups drinking and enjoying the evening.

I waited patiently with my heart thumping in my chest. Pree sauntered around the corner rubbing lotion on her hands. She squirted some in my palm.

"There's some for you." She winked. "You ready to go?"

I was more ready than she could imagine, but it would have to wait until another time.

They call me The Fury and you can take me anywhere.

How to Fuck in Public or Recession Era Hook-Up Spots

Here's my guest blog that appears on Brookey's Cafe Blog today. Brooke has some hilarious, fun and sexy blogs. Check her out!



Let's be frank, the economy has got us all fucked up right now. People are losing their homes by the thousands! Where does that leave the horny folks? We gotta have a place to get down right?? Not everyone can pay for expensive hotel nights. Hell, if your place is in foreclosure, chances are you had trouble paying the damn payments on your regular place, you won't be renting out a spot! There's always the free places. Let's call them Recession era hook up spots. Yep! Out in public! This is a double pleasure for the exhibitionist type or the freak that likes danger. You just have to do it right. I'll show you how to do this, sun!

1 - Movie Theaters

Sex Type: Oral; digital manipulation

Arrest Risk: Low

A darkened theater provides just the right amount of coverage and if the movie is good enough know one is looking around. Of course if the movie is TOO good the theater is packed. Avoid a crowded theater at all costs. It'll surprise you how nosey some people are. Go see a film in its third or fourth week of release during a very odd time, Wednesday at 3PM for instance. At that time, hell you can probably have full-blown sex in the theater. If you ARE planning to have sex, of course the woman should be on top with her back to the man. This way if someone comes in late (no pun intended) or returns from the bathroom, they won't really notice. She can hop up off and pretend that she's also retaking her seat. You know, the seat without the stiff tool in it. If you've planned ahead, the woman DEFINITELY should wear a skirt or a dress. If it's two women, both should be wearing skirts or dresses...and tell me what theater you're in so I can watch because that's bound to be more intriguing than GI Joe: The Rise of Cobra. Something free flowing works best. Oral sex is pretty easy for the man to receive in a theater. Just avoid sitting in a row with other people. Try the side. Folks are always packing the center seats. All previous rules apply. Winter is easiest because the woman's head can be blocked from view with a coat or jacket. Oral sex for a woman is nearly impossible unless that theater is EMPTY, but don't risk it. If you're good at it, she'll be flailing and moaning louder than the THX sound. Digitally manipulating her clit. works best if she's wearing a dress, but I've done it in a crowded theater with the woman unzipping herself...she LOVED that movie.


2 - Hotel Lobby Bathroom

Sex Type: All

Arrest Risk: Medium

With the darkened lighting scheme of these new boutique hotels, you can barely see where the hell you're walking much less anything else. Quite often they have unisex bathrooms in the lobby as well. Just make sure there are more than two stalls. The last thing you need is some hotel guest banging on the door trying to get in. Those boutique hotels have big, surly bodyguards. Key to this fun is of course the new style ceiling to floor stall doors. Sure I've heard of people doing it in the classic "I can see your feet" stalls, but with the ceiling to floor doors there's no worry about someone putting one foot up on the toilet creating the three-legged long shitting monster in stall #3. Always try to use an end stall close to the wall! If you are accosted by security, one of you should feign sickness while the other was "helping out". Ask THEM to get a glass of water from the hotel bar for your sick friend. It'll throw them off.


3 - Lounge or Club Bathroom

Sex Type: All

Arrest Risk: Low

Very similar to the hotel bathroom, make sure the stall doors are the floor to ceiling variety of the unisex bathroom style. In this case, a crowded club really doesn't matter because the bathrooms are ALWAYS crowded in popular clubs. You do have to watch out for nosey bathroom attendants. If there is one, be as slippery as possible (no pun intended) when getting both parties into the bathroom together. One person should go into the stall first leaving the door unlocked, the other waits two minutes then joins them. With the noise of the club/lounge music, you can get almost as vocal as you want. Although the screamers (Brooke I understand this means you) should keep it to a dulled moan. This is quickie time. Don't go in thinking you're putting in work. Bathroom attendants get antsy after while. They're scared you're in there ODing on something. So get in and get out (pun intended)


4 - Dressing Room

Sex Type: All (male to female oral depends on the size of the room)

Arrest Risk: Medium to High

Damn those floor to ceiling doors are all the rage! Gotta luv em. This is one of the riskier maneuvers. You don't want to be in a store that's too crowded, has too many bored employees or lines at the dressing room. Try for an odd hour, late afternoon on a weekday or an hour before closing. The employees are too busy watching the clock and trying to get some of the store clean up done. They won't be wondering why that couple has been trying on the same pair of pants for fifteen minutes. What you'll get away with depends on the store and size of the dressing room. The Gap for instance will get you some oral and maybe some cramped doggystyle. Bloomie's (Risky) Nordstrom (riskier) will get you whatever you're daring enough to do. I personally think that's the cause for the store markups on those places. LOL Keep the noise level to a minimum, that muzak ain't covering up screams of passion (again Brooke, I understand this means you). If accosted, ask the attendee for several new sizes and a color that's impossible to find in several items.


5 - Park

Sex Type: Intercourse, oral on male, digital manipulation

Arrest Risk: High

I know several people that have done variations on this. I'm not just talking sitting in a car in a park parking lot. I'm talking in the bushes, on the park bench, out in the open sex. Find the darkest or more secluded area of the park. Central Park, Prospect Park, Fort Greene, Van Cortlandt and Baisley Park for New Yorkers is optimum, though you can get away with some handjob, digitial action in any of your neighborhood parks including Bryant. Just don't be a scum bucket and do it during daylight hours by the kiddie swings. I know people that have done it doggystyle in the dark in Central Park. Watch out for the bugs though. If the cops bust you, you're busted. They can warn you and let you go or really be dicks about the whole thing. One of you should always have an eye out for passerby. That means fellas, if she is squatting and pleasing you, there's no room for you to close your eyes, drop your head back and coast.


6 - Parking Garage

Sex Type: All

Arrest Risk: Low (unless you're in the airport...damn terrorists ruining our way of life)

Sometimes you just can't wait to take your ass home (to the telly, to ya mama's house, whatever). Shopping malls (non Holiday season), Airports, hospitals, etc. all have the type of parking facilities you want. Don't be all out in the open. Be under the overhang or on a middle level, they provide proper shadows and darkened car seats. If possible find the darkest section of the garage, but don't just have your car sitting by itself in the dark. The roving rent-a-cops will roll by and blast the monster light inside making sure the car wasn't dumped by the mob with a dead Vinnie inside. One person should keep an eye out for passerby or other drivers returning to their cars. Otherwise, it's no hold barred "Back Seat of My Jeep" style. If caught by a rent-a-cop apologize. Ladies, "mistakenly" flash a breast to the guy as you pull your bra back up and he'll be so happy he has a story to tell he'll let you go... Then get on your way before the real cops show up.

At The Pleasure of Pree

"Which way do you want to walk?" Pree asked.

"To the left is the subway, to the right is the park." I said with more than just a few hopes that the right was the choice.

Pree pursed her small but plump lips and thought as we walked further towards the park. Her cinnamon colored brown skin illuminated by the many New York City street lights. I watched her wide hips and round ass sway in her form fitting skirt, her high boots clattered against the cobblestones of the park entrance way.

"Let's go into the park."

I breathed a sigh of relief. It wasn't the first time we'd been in this park. The first time was a feverish round of making out against a tree with a tai chi master as audience. I was hoping this time I could taste even more of her. We walked through the park looking for our old spot. In the time that we had last been there, the city of New York had rehabbed part of the park and added a bigger play area. Our tree was gone. We found a concrete bench. Pree sat her bag down. I sat down on the bench as she stood. Her eyes squinted at me as if to say "what are you doing down there?"

My hands slid up her leather boots to the soft skin of her calf, up her knee and underneath her skirt. Her inner thighs were soft and warm. A short release of air left her mouth. A relief. My other hand snaked under the back of skirt and caressed the soft, but firm expanse of ass. My bare fingertips palmed her bare behind. The feel of her bare skin ignited my lust. Pushing Pree toward me from behind, the fingers of my right hand felt the moist crotch of her barely there g-string.

I'm many things when it comes to sex and adept with my fingers is one of them. The cloth pushed aside, I felt the warm pouty lips of her sex. I massaged her labia as her body rocked against me. Small dewlet drops spread on my fingers inviting me inside. Her petals opened to me, I found moisture beyond compare and her throbbing inside. She dipped her head to mine and took my mouth with hers. I craned my neck trying my best to take her mouth wholly. I wanted to consume her.

Her clit engorged at my slippery touch, bobbed against my circling fingers. I introduced a finger deeper inside her. As I said, I'm pretty good with them and Pree's body rocked against mine encouraging more.

Greedily, I sucked her taste from my fingers. Without losing a beat she robbed her taste from my lips. I took more for myself and she again robbed me of it.

I lifted my hands from her ass and pawed at her breasts, there just wasn't a way to unravel her wrap sweater. My eyes glanced around to the honking horns and buzzing streets. It was a hot night out in more ways than ours.

"Stand up." She commanded. I did as I was told. There aren't many women that can command me, but I knew Pree always had the best and sexiest intentions.

She sat in my seat as I looked around the park. There was rustling in the trees and bushes. I could only hope it was squirrels. Her hands pushed, prodded and unbuckled by belt. My heart began to thump. She unbuttoned and unzipped me. My blood quickened. She reached down and inside my boxers. Pree's slender fingers wrapped around my stiffness and pulled it out in the cool night air. Her mouth provided a warm, wet residence.

Her mouth swiveled around my thickness her head bobbed and her silver tipped tongue sent chills up my spine. My head swayed left to right searching the busy street watching the pedestrians and the cars and the stars. I looked down to capture the image permanently in my mind. Pree's cinnamon face, her pretty lips sucking down on me. Her eyes glanced up just slightly with a look "I see you watching me. I look good don't I!" It said. Even in such awkward territory and even awkward positions, Pree illustrated her skills. I throbbed between her lips hoping to take more, everything.

Some other night time walkers entered the park. I backed away, covered myself with my long shirt and had a seat next to Pree.

"Damn!" I huffed. Pree just smiled as she stood.

"Come sit here with me."

Pree looked down tempted. "Time to go." She huffed. My hands slid immediately up her skirt to her wet lips, stroked. Her eyes went half full into a dream state.

"Just come have a seat right here." My throbbing manhood bobbed beneath my shirt.

"Time. To. Go." She nodded her head as if trying to convince me and herself.

I shoved myself back into my pants, slowly buckling myself down. As I stood, the thick tip rubbed against the inside of my jeans. I tasted her on my fingers as we walked to the left toward the subway.

They call me The Fury, I enjoy the tease and the taste.

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...

Cirque Du Sex Play aka The Break a Dish, Hang From The Ceiling Kind of Sex

My hand massaged the warm area between Honey Rider's legs as her foot pivoted from gas to brake. We couldn't get to our destination fast enough. She let out a sultry moan and bit her plump bottom lip as she turned the corner. My fingers had worked undulating magic on her pouty sex since we left the after work drinks. Her measured frenzy was apparent by the several delayed starts at traffic lights as we made our way off the expressway. I paused as she parallel parked the car. I couldn't distract her too much while she maneuvered into the tight spot, that just wouldn't have been fair.

We sat there quietly for a moment as the music played. I leaned over and kissed her soft lips...easily. Our lips caressed nicely. She parted hers, I mine and our tongues slid across each other softly. We worked deeper, slowly, until we were gasping, sucking each other's breath as if we were life support. She broke our kiss abruptly.

"So..." I said. There was so much in that word.

So, I know we said no hanky panky tonight...

So, I know you have to get home soon....

So, you know what I can do to you right now?...RIGHT now!?

Honey Rider panted. Her sexy eyes batting and looking me up and down in the dark car. Our faces illuminated by the orange street light.

"So...what are we gonna do?" She replied.

"What do you want to do?" I hesitated with hope she'd back track on our promise not to engage. I'd been putty in her hands from the moment she patted my crotch as we sat waiting for the gas to finish pumping.

"I wanna put my mouth on it..." She looked down with fierce eyes.

"Really? Now?" My lust smiled inside. I slowly undid my belt buckle as she watched, her lips parted as her tongue brushed across them. I muscled my excited manhood from my boxers.

She didn't wait, her cool slender fingers wrapped around the swollen shaft, her head dove low and her warm tongue slid across the head of my dick. Honey Rider's mouth was like a warm blanket and she snuggled me deeply inside. Her head bounced up and down while her mouth found a mind numbing suction. My hands found the back of the driver's seat and held on.

"oh shit! That's....Great!" I moaned as she showed me just how appreciative she was of me. I moaned and showered praises on her as her mouth and hand worked up and down, dancing a private step. The sound of voices disrupted her. She raised up just as a couple walked by in the dark. They giggled and bantered as they headed home.

"You want to go inside?" I asked.

"Up to you." She purred as her hand stroked her saliva up and down my hard shaft.

"I'm perfectly fine here, but there are some things I want to do too." I smiled.

"Like?" She asked as she stroked me hard.


The furniture in the place was lit only by orange street light. Our bags and shoes clattered against the floor as our faces collided in a deep kiss. My hands reached below and grabbed what I could of her plump round ass and pressed her tighter to me. I stripped her bare in no time, leaving a steady stream of clothing from the living room to the kitchen. I heard the gentle patter of her toes as she walked tippy toed across the linoleum; all the while my mouth kissed her neck. She smelled sweet, her skin was so soft on my lips and welcomed my tongue. My fingers found her nipples rubbing, kneading, pinching as her moans grew.

I dropped my unbuttoned pants and flailed to get them off of my ankles. Damn wide legs never gave that much trouble in the history of dropping trou. I pushed her forward against the sink, forced her hands against the counter. I took a step back, her well rounded bubble ass was illuminated only by the pale blue light of the parking lot outside the window. It was as perfect a sight as I could imagine.

"Stay there!" I commanded, but I'm sure it sounded like pleading. I launched into the bedroom, retrieved condoms from the spot I knew they were hidden and returned to see her perfectly arched back giving way to her round behind, her solid strong thighs, flexed calves as she perched on her tippy toes.

"Hurry..." She growled.

A low groan escaped her throat as I felt her labia give way to my invading cock. Her warmth spread across me, her excitement oozed from her. My hands found her small waist and pulled my dick deeper inside of her wet pussy.

"Mmmhmm" She moaned as we worked our rhythm. She bent holding the kitchen sink on her tippy toes, me behind her, flat footed, legs spread, ass gyrating in smooth circles. Honey's ass bounced against my pelvis creating a combination slapping and puckering sound. I liked the slapping sound so I added my own with a few firm slaps across her bottom. She wavered on her toes, not even a dancer can't stay in position when they're getting hard dick thrusts.

She pulled me from her and turned to face me. Her hands took mine then pulled me closer as I helped her hop up on the edge of the sink.

I was in her in a flash. Our hard thundering wallops rattled the dishes in the sink. I felt my body pulled tightly to her as her strong arms wrapped around my neck, her strong, thick calves held the backs of my upper thighs. She was so tight, so good inside. I could feel myself as far deep as possible. Her moans grew louder in my ear as I massaged that spot within her that was mutually magnificent. I talked the kind of shit she liked to hear.

"You like this dick, huh. You gonna fuck me like you want this dick. You better take this dick while you got it. Take this dick, Honey. Take it...MMM."

Her legs shook, her body convulsed on the sink as her ass slipped around on the edge. It wasn't enough space.

"Hold on." I warned then lifted her from the sink.

"What the fuck are you....OH!" She squealed as I rammed deep inside her as I held her up by her behind. I heaved her across the threshold, across the carpet in the hallway to a side wall and planted her there.

Her back smacked against the wall as I held her aloft by her ass. My raging cock still probed, massaged as I grinded my hips for our pleasure. She knew it was a small hall and pushed her legs out trying to brace them against the opposite wall . It worked for the most part as I feasted from her plump lips with hot desperate kisses. Honey worked her hips in circles caressing my manhood with her delectable flower. Not a small fete considering she was pressed against a wall with her ass about 3 feet in the air.

My arms faltered under the onslaught of fatigue. Honey's hands flailed as she flipped on the hall light.

"oops!" She smiled as she turned it back off. Her hand reached upward above my head, grabbed a hold of something, then again with her other hand. Her weight pushed me backward as she hung...from a suspended bar in the threshold of the bedroom.

Honey Rider literally hung from the ceiling as I held her up with my hands. Excited and overzealous I pounded deeply inside her. With each thrust her grip slipped, but her moans drove me. The sweat from our bodies made us a hot sexual piston working to create more heat as we fucked while she hung. Her strong arms faltered, her hands slipped and she slid down clumsily from her perch.

"You are no joke!" I panted.

Not losing a step, she stumbled into the bedroom, pushed aside the satin bed cover and collapsed on her back. Her moans, pants and heavy breathing led me to her in the semi-darkness. Within fractions of moments, I was inside her again. She on her back, her legs raised straight, dangling over my shoulders. My hands gripped her thighs as we enjoyed each other more.

"You want it like that."

"Yes!"

"You feel so good. Mmmm Take this dick...TAKE...THIS...DICK!" I boasted as I pounded deeply inside her. I felt her muscles give way, her hands reached out to the sides of her and grabbed the sheets. The mirror on the side of the bed showed only the silhouette created by the light shining through the window.

Her dark figure wonderfully contorted, her hands shook as they held the bed sheet aloft, my dark figure danced back and forth, gyrated in deep circles as she let loose a rush of energy and a loud moan. Finally, Honey Rider's arms collapsed to her sides. I lowered her legs so they dangled off the side of the bed. Her purrs and heavy breathing warmed me as she came down from her orgasm. Kneeling I pressed my tongue on her wet, swollen lips, parted them with my tongue and tasted her moisture, our sweat, her excitement. My tongue slowly worked its way up to her clit to give it the slightest suck. Her hips shuddered under my tongue.

I rose to kiss her, Honey's hands gripped the back of my head and pulled me closer as she tasted herself deeply from my tongue.

I am The Fury and if you're down to hang, I'm down to hold you up.