Gwen sat tapping her pen against her lips, deep in thought. Two weeks back in the stuffy confines of the advertising world, she began itching for freedom.


“Ms. Turner,” Samantha, Gwen’s best friend and colleague, prompted her from the door. “I’m leaving for the day.”


“Why are you calling me Ms. Turner?” Gwen motioned to her. Samantha walloped in a chair across the desk and began braiding her long hair into a single braid.


“Because I’ve been calling your name for the last few minutes and you didn’t answer.”


She and Samantha were the only black females working for their firm but unlike their colleagues, they weren’t competitors. Gwen admired Samantha’s intelligence and depended upon her tell-it-like-it-is personality to weed through their daily bullshit. “Will you please stop fidgeting with your hair? Some days you walk around here looking like a Mammy Doll.” Gwen urged playfully.


Samantha rolled her eyes. “We all can’t be like you- having hot young men chasing up behind them.”


“We’re just friends.”


“Friends my ass! Friends don’t have to peel the paint off of the walls, Gwen!” Samantha threw her short legs atop the desk and rested her head back. “You’ve been walking around twisted since you returned.”


“I haven’t been twisted,” he protested. “I’ve been distracted.”


Samantha wasn’t impressed with her rebuttal but had more important news to dish about; her own new love interest.


Gwen’s BlackBerry chirped- a text message. Samantha continued her mind-numbing rant.


“Hi, it’s David. I hope you’re still not angry with me.” The text read.


Gwen sat erect; surprised to see his name given that they’d only spoken briefly since he’d left her sexless.


Gwen: Hello David. No I’m not angry. It’s nice to hear from you.


David paused, her anger was pungent.


David: I’ve missed you.


“Really” Gwen thought to herself. Should she be vindictive or tell him that she could still feel his mouth on her pussy?


Gwen: I’m sure you’ve been too busy to miss me.


David: Are you saying you haven’t thought about me?


“Damnit” Gwen muttered aloud.


“What?” Samantha asked. Gwen shook her head, dismissing her outburst. “Anyway…” she continued. Gwen went back to texting.


Gwen: No, I didn’t say that. Don’t put words in my mouth.


David: I want to see you again.


Gwen: Really.


David: Yes. What time do you get home?


Gwen: Around seven o’clock. Why?


David: I really want to taste your pussy again. What do you think?


“Mmmm,” she leaned back in her chair.


David waited few minutes for her reaction.


Gwen: I think your mind has been in the gutter.


David: My mind isn’t in the gutter. You didn’t answer my question. Is that a yes or no?


Gwen: Why?


David: Because you enjoyed it and I loved the way you taste.


A few minutes of silence go by. Gwen gathered her thoughts, dirty thoughts, thoughts of his face buried between her thighs.


Gwen: Sex.


David: Oral. No sex babe, just oral


Gwen: Intercourse!


David: We’ll see how the night goes. What time should I be there?


Gwen: 8:00


David: See you then. Wear something sexy. I want to see your legs.


“See my legs? He’d better be ready to do more than that.” She thought.


Samantha spied a sly grin turn the corners of Gwen’s lips. “Is that the guy you told me about?”


“Yes, lord, that was him,” Gwen tucked her phone away and hurried to clear her desk off. “He wants to see me again.”


Intrigued, Samantha came to attention. “He wants to do more than see you. He wants to be your new chew toy. I’m not mad at you. Hell, if I had a young hottie curling my toes, I’d….”


“You would put his ass out as soon as the lovin’ was over,” Gwen teased. “You know good and well that he would be a one-shot deal.”


“No,” Sam tried to hold a straight face. “I’d give him a second chance if he was any good.”


“Liar,” Gwen collected her bags and swatted Sam’s feet down from the desk. “Come on, we’re leaving.”


They walked through the office. “Are you going to, you know?” Sam lowered her voice.


“Sex? I hope so.”


“I mean eating you out is one thing but come on? That can’t be the end of it. Where’s the headboard banging?”

“Girl, I wouldn’t call what he did ‘eating me out’. No sir, it was more than that. He brought it home. But I’m not letting him get away with that shit again. Cunnilingus is one thing but I need a little headboard banging tonight.”


Gwen went to leave the building, Sam stopped her in step. “Okay, I’m going to need details. Don’t disappoint me.”


“Nope,” she strolled in the open air. “Get your own.”



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Gwen hurried home to prepare for round two with David. This time she would be ready for his antics. This time she would have the upper hand. After showering, applying body lotion and brushing out her thick mane there was just enough time to slide into a sassy black two piece number she’d purchased on her last trip to Paris.


“Ding Dong” her doorbell rang. Gwen did one last check in the mirror and scampered to the door.


David stood, dressed fresh off the runway. Gwen remained stark still mustering the wherewithal to speak. There they were. Those eyes staring back at her, undressing her, knowing her in ways no man had in years. Under heavy eye, David gave a bashful yet sincere smile.


“Hi,” she managed and ushered him inside. “You found the house without any problems.” She went straight into light banter, trying to avoid his studious gaze.


David cupped her face, kissing her with the control of a famished animal.


Gwen’s knees weakened, she returned his passion.


“Are you angry with me?” He kissed a trail down the side of her neck.


“You’re here aren’t you,” she gasped.


“That doesn’t answer my question,” he pulled away from her, searching her eyes. “Are you angry because I didn’t make love to you?”


"I'm not angry," she lied. How could she tell him that she was indeed pissed that he had left her hanging like a horny rag doll when he stood before her in earnest?


“Are you sure?” he softly kissed her lip but she could feel it farther down her body. She gave a faint moan. His tongue makes a pass at her earlobe, and whispers, “What are you thinking about?” he thumbed her nipple concealed beneath the fine imported fabric. Gwen whimpers; head lolled to one side, his powerful hand encircled her waist and pulled her to him. “Tell me what you were just thinking about?”


Gwen panted. “I was thinking about you.”


“I know you were thinking about me. What were you thinking?”


“I was thinking about you making love to me.”


He slid his hand between her thighs, over her pussy lips. She gasped an aching breath. David eyes caught hers, he smiled against her lips. “Is that what you want? Tell me what you want me to do to you.” He kissed her again; his fingers began untying the delicate ribbon holding her camisole closed and found their way to her nipple, teasing while he slowly devoured her mouth.


“Anything.” she broke away, pulling him to her bedroom.


“Anything?” he stood while she unceremoniously undressed him and then herself. “Anything I want?”


Gwen took in the sight of his god-like body and pushed him backwards onto the bed. “Anything,” she tried to kiss his lips, he stopped her with a single finger against her lips.


He moved atop her “Slow down,” he held her neck and kissed her tenderly. “Follow my instructions, alright?”


Gwen nodded in compliance.


“Good,” he continued. I will give you specific instructions,” he kissed her again, looking deep into her eyes. Oh so sweet. “You will do as I say. If you do not follow my instructions, to the letter, I will stop and leave.” Without Gwen’s knowledge, David had eased a finger to the slick opening of her pussy. He stroked a few precious times, the sloshing sound it made controlling himself difficult.


“Please don’t cum without me. I want to enjoy it with you.” He trailed down her length, pushing her legs up at the knees and pulling her to the edge of the bed where he knelt like a penitent worshipper, he knelt within inches of her satiny opening, his hot breath spun devious circles around her pussy. Her hips rose hoping to meet his tongue but he had other plans.


“Rub your clit for me,” he ordered lovingly. She obeyed, rubbing tiny circles over her clit while he watched with collegiate-like attention.


Gwen couldn’t believe she was allowing David to watch her masturbate. This was outside of her character. She loved it yet she hated it, her pussy began to leak from the sheer naughtiness of it. Having him watch her pleasuring herself wasn’t how she saw this evening going yet here she was; with a younger man she hardly knew, planting small kiss on her inner thigh, completely obsessed with seeing her get herself off. “Mmmm,” she moaned, her rhythm increased. David kissed her working hand.


“Slowly, don’t cum.” He moved closer. “I’m going to insert a finger into your pussy and I want you to continue stroking yourself.” He then licked his middle finger and slowly inserted it, rotating his hand palm up, curving his finger slightly so that his fingertip fondled her rough g-spot. He stroked it gently, holding her eye contact.


“Oh my God!!” Gwen screamed, she torn at her own hair. “What the fuck are you doing to me?” her eyes rolled unfocused.


“Look at me,” David insisted, continuing to stroke her softly. “You’ve never done this before?”


“Hell no! David, please, harder.”


“No, softer,” he kissed her hand once more without leaving her eyes. “Slower. Concentrate on squeezing your pussy as tightly as you can around my finger. Squeeze and release on my command,” he paused, she rubbed slowly, he breathed, and she panted awaiting his order.


“Squeeze,” he stroked.


“Fuck!” Gwen does as ordered.


“Release,” he kissed her hand, watching her eyes fight to focus on his. “Good girl.” He praised with a one firm stroke. “Rub your clit, baby. Now squeeze, as tight as you can. I’m going to insert another finger. Would you like that?”


“Please,” she shook, breathing heavily. “I need to cum.”


He locked eyes with her. “No, not yet. I’m gonna make you cum so hard.” He removed his finger and brought it to her lips. “Suck it,” he demanded while he gave her pussy a firm lick and suck.


“Shit,” she managed, working his fingers into her mouth, licking them to his satisfaction. What was she thinking? David had her on the ropes.


He inserted his two fingers, once more tilting his palm upwards, once more searching for her g-spot, once more finding it and stroking softly. Her pussy grasps a hold of his fingers and she returns to rubbing her clit in rhythm with David’s hand.

“Squeeze,” he strokes.


She does and tremors, so close. “David, please eat me. Lick me, suck me.” She begs.


“Release,” he strokes, ignoring her pleas.


She does.


“Don’t cum or stop stroking your clit,” he watched her face and listened to her rhythmic breaths, even closer to orgasm.


Finally she felt it. The long, languid strokes of his elusive tongue along her cleft, softly pulling on her clit with his lips, his fingers still having their way inside of her pussy, tapping her g-spot, her hips gyrating, her hand rubbing her clit while the other pulls at his hair, forcing his face into her. David was obliged to inflict spine tingling sucks, kitten-tongue soft licks, and swells of passionate earth shattering flicks onto his obedient lover appreciative pussy. Dragging her, clit first, into his oral wonderland.


Gwen didn’t want to cum this way; she wanted him nailing her to the headboard, impaling her to the wall. Not like this, not again. The voices in her head cursed his very existence while her pussy sung his dying praise; she, meanwhile, languished somewhere in the middle trapped, her body betraying her with pleasurable vengeance.

“Cum for me, Gwen. Cum on my mouth.”


“Fuck it!” flashed before her eyes. “Yessssssss, ooohhhh fuck yeessss,” she yelled, spontaneously combusting from pure untainted bliss; cumming in, on and around his beautiful altruistic mouth. But he didn’t stop – he continued to lick and suck his rightful prize until her orgasm left her spent.


“Are you alright?” Those eyes looked up from his kneeling position


“Yes,” she mumbled through tears of joy. “Fuck me.”

“No.”