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EROS Antology

8/28 a few of my works will be featured in the Eros Anthology!!! Are you as excited as I am?!?  Please feel free to contact me to inquire on how to purchase your copy (with my autograph of course).  YAY!!!


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Happy Hour

As soon as he walked into the dimly lit, barely occupied, club his eyes immediately were drawn to the woman sitting in the corner by herself. The bar lights cast a bluish hue to her chin length bob cut. The dark colors she wore made her pecan complexion more intense.


Thomas made his way across the dance floor and near the bar. From this distance he could see her knee length skirt, revealing her ample legs as she dangled a not so modest black pump on her toes. From her attire, he could tell she must have just come from work and was taking advantage of Wednesday’s happy hour. She shook the ice in her half empty glass, took a swallow and threw her head back.

“Is this seat taken?” Thomas asked the beautiful woman.

As she tilted her head to look in his direction, her bang partially revealed her gorgeous green eyes. She looked Thomas up and down, slightly annoyed.

“Nope.” She said gruffly.

“May I?” Thomas asked.

“Free country and it’s not my club.” She said as she took another swallow of her drink.

Her body language showed she was not in the mood to be flirted with. As soon as Thomas sat, she shifted her body in the opposite direction. This did not deter Thomas. He tapped her lightly on the shoulder.

“My name is Thomas. And your name?” he asked.

“Really Thomas?” she scoffed “Do I really look like I feel like being bothered?”

“Baby girl, I am just asking your name. I didn’t mean any harm” Thomas replied.

She turned her body towards him and looked him over again with her green eyes.

“Hazel. My name is Hazel.” She said.

“Nice to meet you Hazel.” Thomas extended his hand to give hers a shake.

Hazel looked at his hand and turned back to her drink. Thomas ordered a drink as he thought over if he wanted to continue his approach with Hazel. He didn’t want to risk being chewed out in the club or having a drink thrown in his face. He sat for a few, drank his drink and ordered another. Hazel was on her third drink.

He noticed she would occasionally throw her head back and let out an exhausted sigh. She would remove and put on what he figured was her wedding ring. Every now and again she would just look at the ring, sigh, and take another swallow of her drink. Every man that came to approach her was met with the cold shoulder. Thomas felt she was feeling down and took another chance at starting a conversation with Hazel.

“So how was your day Hazel?” he asked.

Surprisingly, Hazel turned back towards him.

“It was fucking AWFUL! FUCKING AWFUL!” she said a little too loudly.

“Whoa! That sounds fucking awful! Mind sharing with a stranger what made it so fucking awful?”

“Do you really want to hear about my day Thomas? Or are you asking just to be asking?”

“No, I really want to hear about your day. You seem to have a lot on your mind and I have nothing but time to share.”

Hazel let out another deep sigh and swallowed what was left of her drink. She slammed the glass down on the counter and crossed her arms. Her face softened as she looked down at her ring.

“I don’t know what I want to do anymore, Thomas. I really don’t. Everything is so confusing right now.” She finally managed to say.

“I assume you are speaking of your marriage” Thomas said pointing at the ring that was now removing.

“Yes. I try so hard to do everything I can to show my husband that I love him. I am in his corner at all times. I work and still manage to do my wifely duties. Somehow, I don’t think he appreciates me anymore. I don’t even think he is attracted to me!”

A single tear streamed down Hazel’s cheek. She quickly wiped it away and reached for her glass which she realized was just filled with melting ice. Thomas waved for the bartender to get her another drink.

He looked at her slumped shoulders and could tell she was feeling defeated. Not once since he had seen her did she hold her head up. Her chin stayed close to her chest with each movement she made. Although she wore what looked like a sexy bustier under her suit jacket, she kept grabbing at it to keep it closed.

“Why do you feel that he is not attracted to you Hazel?” Thomas asked.

Hazel took another swallow of her drink almost as soon as the bartender placed it down. She fidgeted again with her jacket and smoothed out her skirt.

“Things are not the same. He does not SEE me. He looks through me. We still have sex, but we don’t make love. I have put on a few pounds over the four years that we have been married; but nothing extreme. Maybe twenty or thirty pounds. I once use to hear constantly how sexy I am from him. “ Hazel exclaimed.

“You are a beautiful woman Hazel. I am sure men tell you all of the time how beautiful you are”

“But it does not matter! It does not matter what a thousand men say to me, there is only one person I want to hear it from. That person is him. I want to be beautiful and sexy in his eyes. He is my husband!” Hazel took another swallow of her drink.

“Have you told him how you feel?” Thomas asked.

Hazel reached in her purse and grabbed a handkerchief to wipe away the dark stream of mascara and tears that were now running down her cheeks.

“Constantly! I ask him what he likes. I ask him if he feels I have gotten too fat. I ask him if he finds me attractive still. Naturally he says yes. But he does not show me that he thinks so. There is a difference.”

Hazel was wiping feverishly at her face trying not to draw attention to the stream of tears.

“Does he work long hours? Are the bills paid? Do the children have plenty of food and clothing? Other than words, is there anything he is not doing to make you feel wanted?”

Thomas retrieved the crumpled letter his wife had written him from his pocket. When he first read it, he was filled with anger. How could the woman he gave his last name to, fathered children with and helped provide a comfortable living for not see that he loves her as much as he did when it was new.

Sitting here looking at her slumped shoulders, bowed head and her constant tugs at her clothing; he realized that he did not do his part in assuring her that he not only loves her but he also desires her just as much he did from the first day he saw her standing in the park. The wind blew her hair and as the sun crossed her face, her eyes changed from a light brown to a gentle shade of green. When she told him her name then, he knew why it was chosen. With just a smile she evoked so much emotion in him. Her voice always made him shiver, even to this day. And when she squint those gorgeous eyes at him, even in anger, he would immediately become rock solid. Now her swollen eyes were barely visible.

Thomas reached over and lifted Hazel’s chin. Her eyes were now a light brown color. He knew this always meant she was down. Her eyes stayed this color as she nursed him back to health after his car accident. When he saw that she would be by his side through thick and then, he had to marry her. When he proposed, her eyes beamed an emerald green.

As if on cue, “Beautiful” by Musiq began to play. Thomas grabbed Hazel’s hand and guided her out to the dance floor. He held her body close to his as she trembled and sobbed. He rubbed her hair and wrapped her in his strong arms. They were barely moving and were the only two on the dance floor, but they did not care.

Hazel let out tears of frustration all over Thomas’ shirt. She felt relieved that he seemed to finally understand where she was coming from. It’s not the money, the house or the cars; it is how he treats her as a woman.

Thomas gently grabbed Hazel’s hair into a bunch.

“I love how beautiful your neck looks when you pull your hair back like this. That little black mole on your neck is like a target to your hot spot. You always get goose bumps when I kiss you here” he said as he let his lips slide pass her neck.

He rocked her body to the music and slid his hands down her arms. He opened her jacket to reveal the lacey red and black corset she was hiding underneath. He grabbed her hands and wrapped them around his neck.

“I don’t know if I love how your gentle hands feel on my neck or how your full breasts feel on my chest more. I love how your breasts feel even more so since you have given me two beautiful children and four of your years.”

Thomas moved his hand down his wife’s spine and stopped at the small of her back. With his big hands, he rested on her waist. He felt his wife’s body tense as he grazed her love handles.

“With each child and each year, you have provided me with more of you to love. Every inch even more sexy. Sometimes I can’t get up from my desk at work thinking about how when you get up in the morning, regardless of what you have on, and your silhouette shows me your sexy shape. Your cute little waist. Your wide hips. Those thick thighs. Curves for days! Do you feel that?”

Thomas pulled Hazel closer to him so she could feel the hard protrusion that formed in his pants.

“You are so bad!” Hazel giggled.

“You make me this way. Baby, you are the most sexiest woman in the world to me. I love you more than I love me. Maybe I have forgotten to tell you how beautiful you are to me. Maybe I have failed to remind you that you still turn me on with the bat of your gorgeous eyes. But I will never do it again!”

Hazel gazed up at her husband and felt the warmth of his smile. She gave him a long, tender kiss as the final tear rolled down her cheek. This tear was not from sadness, but from pure joy.

“Daddy, can you take me home now?” Hazel asked.

“Only if you promise to wear that little thing I like.” Thomas replied.

Hazel scrunched her nose and looked confused at her husband.

“What thing might that be?”

“Nothing but skin baby” Thomas laughed.

Hand in hand, Thomas led his beautiful, sexy wife out of the club and to the car. As Thomas opened the car door, Hazel pulled her lipgloss out and began coating her lips.

“Why are you putting that on now?” Thomas asked.

“Shut up and drive” Hazel replied.



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You love me! You really love me! *giggles*

So I have been receiving a LOT of emails telling me I need to post some new shit (to put it nicely) and they had better be my usual raunchy short stories. *giggles* Well damn! You know I am a sucker for authority, so I shall be doing so no later than 4/20. 

I do want to take the time to give a shout out to a few folks who have been very motivational.  It is the little things that really make a big impact on me!

1) Mr. Ivory; since day one of knowing you, you have been telling me to go for it.  You have been pushing me towards my dreams.  You have been personally making sure I have all of the tools to succeed.  Dammit man!

2) Of course my family. Blah blah blah & all that mushy stuff (lol).  Although my sisters & brothers hate reading my more naughty writings because they don't want to see their sweet & innocent sister that way *giggles*.  You guys are coming around!

3) Toya "Hazel Eyes" & JC; Funny because in school we probably only knew each other in passing.  I mean, Toya you stay promoting me on the low & I am like "WOW!" everytime I find out! Girl! Now that is truly diva status!

JC; thanks for the connects SERIOUSLY!  You have been trying to put me under your wing since we started communcating on myspace.  I want to thank you for being selfless.  You just do not know how many folks don't like sharing connects because they are so afraid that you will be bigger than them one day.  You already know that we all help each other out on the come up! LANEY!!!

4) ML Jacobs of Chaklet Coffee Books; for giving the unknowns a chance to be knowns.  Yeah people! You shall be checking me out in her upcoming EROS!  An anthology of steamy stories.  Details soon to come.  Most definitely!

5) DK Walker (En El Publishing); facebook friend who stays making sure I am still writing. 

6) Special shout out to two men I do not know but always email me asking when the next posts are coming up (I also expect you two to be buying & promoting EROS); Tall chocolate & 'Dewey P.'.  Hilarious emails I might add! LOL

7) Anybody who I have come across that has given me a naughty thought or idea lol. 

If I did not mention you, please do not consider it a slight.  This was a spur of the moment thing.  Also, if you are on facebook, please be sure to LIKE my page (badge on right) & tell your friends to tell their friends.  Let's do this people!

                                                                                ~ Alecia J.

Bitch

Bitch
That is what you call me
Frowning up when I walk your way


"That BITCH think she is all of that"
"Too high maintenance!"
and "I won't pay!"


You block my path 
so I can't pass
You let go of doors so they can close on me


Still I walk 
with my head held high,
shaking off your animosity


There is nothing you can do 
to break my stride
Da fuck I care about YOU liking ME?


All I ask is if u must
Call me "Miss Btich"
Respectfully


4-3-11

Photobook

Going through the photo albums
Reminiscing on good times
Seeing all of the smiling faces
But I can read between the lines


The picture at the park we took
holding our glasses to the sky
With painted smiles on our faces
The picture does not tell you why


That picnic was not romantic rendezvouz
No joyous occassion for two lovers
It was a picnic forced by two unhappy hearts
To see if they still loved one another


Your mother's favorite holiday picture of us
I cover my face while u snuggle my neck
What this beautiful snapshot does not reveal
Is that I was an emotional wreck


I hadn't slept from the late nite calls
From this woman claiming to have your kid
Taking her frustrations out on me
And telling me the sordid details of what you did


I covered my face because my eyes were swollen
You snuggled my neck to whisper in my ear
And it was not a sweet tale of how you love me
But begging me not to make a scene there


I flip the page of the photo album
A tear rolls down my cheek and stains my shirt
The smiling faces of you, me and your infant son
A gorgeous family, not showing the hurt


Caring for this other woman's child
Pretending that I'm okay, although he's not mine
Watching her eyes linger when she drops him off
As I smile stiffly, acting like I am fine


I hate you because our family is not OUR family
I am reminded everytime I look
And flip through the smiling faces
The phoney life in our photo book

4-3-11

The Office w/the view (A story about getting 'a head')

It had been a long ass day at work. I pulled the pin out of my bun and let my hair fall over my shoulders. I placed my legs on my desk and let out a deep sigh. “Thank God it is seven and Friday!” I thought.

There was a tap at my door. Before I could tell the person to come in, my co-worker Trevor had peeked his head inside.

“Hey lady! Care to come with the boys to go get some drinks? I promise we will be on our best behavior and won’t let anyone else get your cooties”. Trevor let the word “cooties” draw out a little too long.

I knew I really just wanted to soak my tired body in a nice hot bath, enjoy the candles I would place all around and let Mint Condition relax my mind with their mellow tunes. Tonight was going to be a Neo-soul night.

I bit my lip, contemplating Trevor’s offer. What the heck. I need to brown nose with the boss in an attempt to secure the new position that was up for grabs. I knew that Mr. Lattimore would rather give the job to a male than a female. He rubbed me as a chauvinist.

“Count me in Trev!” I replied.

He did his usual corny finger guns move. I mimicked him and rolled my eyes as the door closed.

I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror. I looked tired. I wiped away the bleeding eye liner and ran my finger across my teeth to get rid of the lipstick stain. Fuck it. It is just co-workers!

*************

The crew met up at a trendy spot in the Vista. There were hordes of college kids and a mixture of white collar folks. Everyone was talking loudly with plastic smiles on their faces. I made eye contact with another sista who was sitting at a table full of men. I raised my eyebrow giving her the “Yeah girl, I know look”. She nodded her head and gave me a side smirk.

I saw Trevor waving his arms like an idiot to get my attention. He is so freaking corny. Let me hurry to the table before he takes flight.

“Miss Johnson! I am so glad you could make it!” Mr. Lattimore said. He put a firm grip on my shoulder. “I was starting to think that me and the guys had some kind of rancid body odor that made you stay away from our outings.”

The rest of the drones laughed in unison. I swore I could smell a fresh batch of shit from the end of their noses.

“No, Mr. Lattimore. I see these clowns for almost fourteen hours of a twenty four hour day. When my time is done, I am so happy to be rid of them and regain my sanity!” I quipped.

Trevor was the only one who laughed at my retort, as though I was on Def Comedy Jam.

Trevor has had his eye on me since the first day I came to Gifford & Lattimore, six years ago. He was so not my type. He was a relatively handsome man. But his goofball demeanor repulsed me. I felt for him like Laura felt for Steve Erkel. I seriously doubted he would ever have the privilege of morphing into the ultra cool, Stefan like Erkel did

Mr. Lattimore, on the other hand, was a very sexy man. He always wore tailored suits and rimmed spectacles; two of my weaknesses. His salt and pepper hair was a stark contrast to his youthful face. His skin was the color of polished mahogany. He was a star in many of my office fantasies. Sometime I would sit at my desk and pretend that he was hiding underneath savoring my sweet second set of lips.

I came back to reality and I took my seat amongst the boys. I sat as they gabbed about sports. Mr. Lattimore was animated when they spoke of basketball. I could not tell you a thing about football, basketball, soccer or the like. Kickball was my sport. If they had a kickball championship I would be MVP. I sipped on my margarita whenever it looked as though the attention was directed at me to add something insightful to the man talk. I am not much of a drinker but the drinks were free flowing. After I downed my third margarita, I thought if I squinted hard enough Trevor looked like Stefan. I chuckled to myself at the thought. Nah, he is still corny Trevor.

Two of the five left to get home to their wives. “Peace bitches!” I thought to myself as I managed a fake wave good bye. I guess margaritas bring out the thug in me. Whodathunkit? It was down to Trevor, Mr. Lattimore and I.

“Hey girlie, I don’t think you should be driving yourself home” Trevor replied smiling “You are a light weight huh?”

Trevor’s high pitched voice startled me, causing me to knock over a half empty drink into my lap.

“Damn- I mean shoot!” I tried to quickly cover it up. Don’t want to cuss in front of the boss.

“I am not a warden Alecia. And this is a damn moment.” Mr. Lattimore said.

He reached over and began rubbing at my thighs with his napkin. He was dabbing spots that clearly had no drink spilled. Or maybe it is the margarita talking.

“Yeah, I will take you home Alecia.” Trevor said.

I guess the expression on my face showed that I was afraid of being found dead in Trevor’s freezer in about two years after he has mutilated my lifeless body. Mr. Lattimore quickly came to my rescue.

“I will take her.” he said.

“Are you sure? It is not out of my way.” Trevor replied.

I looked at the both of them talking about me as though I were a helpless child. I tried to prove my independence by attempting to get up and grab my keys but my legs had other ideas. They did not cooperate. I slumped back into the chair defeated.

“I will take her home” Mr. Lattimore said.

*******************
I apologized the whole ride for being a lush. I swore to Mr. Lattimore that I barely drink. I am sure I blew this promotion! Damn it! I should’ve kept my date with Mint Condition.

The leather seats of his Vantage felt like it was molding to me. If it were not for the cold air conditioning I would have been fast asleep. The cool air was sobering. My nipples protruded through my blouse in response. Why would he have the air conditioning on in the middle of winter? I crossed my arms to hide my headlights. Mr. Lattimore looked over at me and smiled wickedly.

We pulled into my place. I gathered my things for a quick escape. He rushed over to my side and opened my door.

“Thank you Mr. Lattimore. I am so sorry. Again-“

“Don’t worry about it! It happens. Seeing you knocked out by three margaritas is evident that you are not a drinker, Alecia. And I am not some uptight old man. Let loose.”

I clutched my belongings and depended on my wobbly legs to get me to the curb. Mr. Lattimore came quickly to my side, holding me by the waist.

“I must see you in.” he said.

His warm breathe swept across my neck. Involuntarily I let out a throaty moan.

I was not going to argue with the boss. He held me as we made our way up the two flights of stairs. I nervously searched for my keys. Usually, this will be the time I would try and find my keys as fast as I can while pretending that there is a serial killer behind me. But there was no serial killer. Just my handsome boss, Mr. Lattimore.

I finally opened the door and stumbled inside. Mr. Lattimore was on my heels. I turned around and was face to face to him. His strong hand ran through my hair. He pressed his lips to mine and kissed me with so much passion. He took my breath away.

“I was wondering for so long what those lips would taste like” he said licking his lips “Mmm, cherry. My favorite flavor.”

I smiled like a kid just caught in the candy jar trying to use their cuteness to get out of it.

“I am hungry. May I taste your other lips?” He asked.

I didn’t’ know what to say. I nodded nervously.

His strong, tall frame was pressed against mine within seconds. He was leading me on a backwards waltz towards my couch. He eased my body down onto the seat and kneeled in front of me. Mr. Lattimore’s eyes were fixed on mine as he slowly slid off my stockings. I watched him, nervously.

“No panties. You naughty girl! I always imagined that you were pantiless or maybe hiding a sexy thong under your almost too short skirts. You are such a tease Alecia. And when I said I was hungry…I meant every word.”

With so much force, he turned me over. My bare ass was facing him. I closed my eyes wondering what was about to happen. Then I felt his lips kissing my ass. Damn. He kissed over each cheek, rubbing his face against my ass. I jumped when I felt his warm tongue glide between my cheeks. He is some kind of freak! I almost wanted to tell him to stop but curiosity made me be quiet and allow him to continue.

His tongue licked over my ass hole. He sucked at my flesh as his tongue flickered over my hole. The feeling was strange, but it felt so damned good! I began to move and jiggle my cheeks against his face. I could tell this turned him on because he gripped my cheeks harder and moaned. His tongue continued to tantalize and tease me. I could feel the moisture building up between my thighs as my pussy anxiously awaited its turn with his skillful tongue. His tongue licked my ass up and down. Up and down. I moaned and continued to shake my ass for him. I smiled to myself at what this sight from his end must be like. He let his finger stroke my clit as he continued to eat my ass.

With the same force he used to turn me over, he flipped me on my back. Daddy likes it rough I see. He buried his face between my thighs. He sucked gently on my lips. I gripped the back of his head, enjoying the warm sensation. Mr. Lattimore grabbed my hands and held them down by my sides. Hmmm. His tongue dipped in and out of my wet treat. The ridges of his tongue felt incredible gently stroking my clitoris. My clit was standing at attention as he let his tongue slide over it and over again, bathing it with each touch. He was licking me like a lollipop. I was in heaven feeling this pleasurable torture. Damn I wanted to grip his head so badly. Mr. Lattimore kept his firm grip on my wrists as he devoured me. His eyes stared at me, watching me to make sure I did not try and get free.

He made me feel as though I was his last meal. He sucked and licked on my sweet pussy as though he had been hungry for years. Now I was feeding him. His wide tongue grazed over both lips, and then he sucked them both. Then he sucked one lip. Then he would suck the other. His tongue traced the outline of my pussy. Every crevice of my center was touched by his tongue. He dipped his thick tongue deep inside of me, tongue fucking me. I could not hold it in any longer, I came and came again.

Mr. Lattimore had been licking me for what seemed like hours. I came more times than I thought was possible. My legs convulsed at each stroke of his tongue. The sound of his lips sucking on my lips turned me on. I wanted to break free of his grip so I could touch my neglected nipples. They were engorged and wanting to be free of their lacey prison. He would not set me free. He continued to devour me.

“Please Mr. Lattimore! Please!” I begged. I could not take this anymore. I needed his dick inside of me! This tongue was torture.

He finally loosened his grip a little on my wrists and lifted his head from between my thighs. His face was glistening from my lust.

“Now, I am going to let you up. But before I do, let me go over the rules with you. Do you hear me?” he said in a stern voice.

I nodded like an obedient child.

“I can’t hear you Alecia!” he said in a demanding tone.

“Yes.” I said, almost scared.

“Yes what?”

“Yes, Mr. Lattimore”. I said uncertainly.

“That’s a good bitch” he retorted.

I don’t know why, but being called a bitch turned me on. A good bitch at that. Hmmm.

“When I let go of your wrists Alecia, I want you to get down on the floor on all fours. I want you to brace yourself because you are about to take a lot of dick-tation” he said.

He let go of my wrists and kept a watchful eye on me. I could see the red marks left from his grip. I did not have time to carefully examine my wounds before he was grabbing me and bringing me to the floor. Should I scream now? This man must be crazy handling me like this! Yet, I obliged.

He had me on all fours. I could feel his forearm buried in my back, causing my face to be pushed down in the carpet. I could hear him fiddling with his pants and undoing his belt.

“Have you been a good bitch?” He asked.

“Yes! Yes Mr. Lattimore!”

“Don’t lie to me bitch. You will be punished for lying!” he said.

I felt the sting of the leather against my ass cheeks. I should be upset. I should get up. But I wanted to stay for the conclusion. I let out a slight whimper in mock defeat.

“Now, I will ask you again. Have you been a good bitch?”

“No. NO MISTER LATTIMORE!” I yelled out.

“So, I must punish my bitch now.”

I felt him enter my wetness. He glided in slowly, inch by inch. It seemed like forever before his pelvis was pressed against my ass. Damn, this is more dick than I had ever taken! Chills crept up my spine. My erect nipples pressed against the carpet. I squeezed my eyes tightly and let an “aaah” escape my lips.

“Does my bitch like that?” he asked.

“Yes. Yes Mr. Lattimore” I replied.

“This is punishment. You are not supposed to like it! Let me see what I can do about that.” he said.

I braced myself half concerned about what he was about to do.

Then he began digging in me like a miner digging for coal. His dick was pounding my pussy. He let his long dick pull quickly out, and push forcefully in. I tried to maintain my composure. He was so deep in my belly. He had one of my arms pinned behind my back. I kept my balance with the other and rested my face on my palms to avoid carpet burns.

He was pounding me hard. Deep. Hard. Long strokes. All of his dick was buried inside of me. Invading my belly. Making minced meat out of my insides. With one hand, he was gripping my ass tightly, angling me so I can take each inch of his thick dick. I could feel his sweat making puddles in my back. I felt so helpless. I should feel violated. But this shit felt so good. I could feel my pleasure creeping down my legs. I secretly allowed my body to explode. He continued to pound my pussy until he noticed my creamy filling covering his chocolate dick.

“Did I tell you it was okay to cum? Did I?” he yelled.

I was scared. I shook my head no.

“Now you better make me cum bitch since you got to squirt so much of that pussy juice tonight!” he yelled.

I crawled over to him and slid his dick in my mouth. I could not get all of this dick in my mouth. This had to be at least ten inches of the thickest beef. I sucked his dick nervously.

He held my chin in his hand and fed me each inch. He slowly penetrated my parted lips. I could feel the head of his manhood reach the back of my throat. I overcame my fears and opened my throat to receive him.

He watched as his dick glistened from the moisture of my mouth, moving in and out. What a beautiful sight to behold. His head fell back as he slowly fucked my face. He started off slowly, delivering his rod at a steady, rhythmic pace. His hips rocked back and forth serving his sweet dick to me. He moaned like a wounded beast as the intensity overpowered him. His muscular thighs tensed. His body was so muscular and masculine. Each muscle of his body tensed as he began to give in to this pleasure.

I kept a grip on his massiveness with one hand, allowing the other hand to reach up and touch his broad chest. I slid my hand slowly down his toned abs. I felt on his chiseled body like a blind person reading Braille, being certain not to let his dick escape my warm mouth.

He slapped my hand away.

“Did I ask you to touch me?” he said angrily.

I knew his game now. I moved my hand from his chest and continued sucking away at his dick. He grabbed my shoulder and forced his dick deep in me. I was taking in seven inches; eight inches….the whole ten was penetrating in my mouth. I nearly gagged as he continued to plow his dick in my throat. My eyes watered as I took him in. He was literally fucking my mouth. He pounded my tonsils. His massiveness stretched my mouth as far as it would go. I was not going to give in to the gag. I opened my throat even wider to let him in. He was rocking quickly. He almost knocked me over from his forcefulness.

His body began to tense again. I could feel his dick pulsating between my lips. A surge of power rushed through his prominent veins. I braced myself to swallow his creamy load.

Mr. Lattimore quickly pulled his dick from my mouth. He let his cum spew all over my face and chest. His mixture of lust even made its way in my hair. I sat there in shock and awe. I was disappointed that I was not able to feast on his life juices.

He growled like a bear, as his powerful hose continued to release. I let him shower me. It seemed as though he was coming for forever. He finally opened his eyes and looked at me.

“You have to work your way up to tasting this cum.” he said arrogantly.

He got up quickly and began to slide into his pants. He stepped into his shoes and hurriedly finished dressing. Mr. Lattimore managed to locate his keys between my couch cushions. I still sat there watching him, his cum coating my body.

“See you at work tomorrow, bright and early Alecia.” He winked at me and let himself out.

I sat there for a few moments, replaying tonight’s events in my head. It all seemed like a wet dream. I finally mustered up the strength to stagger to my feet and go take a nice, hot shower.


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I ran my finger tips across my mahogany desk and swiveled in my plush leather chair. I love the smell of new leather. I pushed the button on the armrest and sighed as the gentle vibrations took over my body. What a wonderful treat. This office is beautiful! It is about five times larger than the closet I was working in.

It has been three months and I am still in disbelief. I got the promotion! Me! A woman! I guess my skills far surpassed those of the men here. Everyone has their speculations. “Mr. Lattimore must have fucked her.” I have been told they say. No. I fucked Mr. Lattimore. Great pussy aside, my credentials and proven leadership skills landed me this position. It was so obvious on paper.

I got up and walked to the huge window. I looked down at the people rushing about in their day to day life. The skyline of this city is so beautiful at times. I kicked off my shoes and let my feet sink into the Berber carpet. It felt so great beneath my toes. I walked over to the other window. I loved the view of the waterfront this side offered me. I smiled as I caught a glimpse of what I presumed were a father and sun enjoying the warm weather from their sail boat. It is so wonderful having an office with a view!

My intercom beckoned me, snapping me away from my bliss.

“Yes Nadine” I said.

“Miss Johnson, it is Mr. Lattimore on line three”.

A wicked smile crept across my face. I had not seen Mr. Lattimore since the day after our rendezvous when he announced that he would be going to New York to become head of our office there. He also announced me as his replacement, much to my surprise.

I answered the phone and in my most professional voice said “Why hello Mr. Lattimore!”

“Hello, Miss Johnson. I will be flying in to your area this evening and wondered if you wanted to go for drinks. Margaritas maybe?” he said. I could hear his smile through the phone.

By Alecia J.©2008