TRI-SEXUAL (11 page)

Even from a far I could see the lust in his eyes. He approached me like a true gentleman. “Excuse me beautiful. May I ask with respect what a lovely lady such as you is doing here dining alone?” He asked. “Maybe I enjoy dining alone” I replied. He smiled “Well would you like some company? I’m Miles” He said extending his hand. “Karen” I said returning the gesture.

He kissed my hand complimenting me on my sweet perfume. I was flattered by all of the compliments. He was very attractive, charming, and married. It was something about his swagger that intrigued me from the start. I started to get hot and bothered looking at his wide shoulders, nice sexy lips, and smooth well groomed baby face. He was black, powerful, rich, and fine the perfect combination.

He was preppy, well mannered, and senior partner at a prestigious law firm. We sat across from one another mesmerized and infatuated by the undeniable physical attraction. He ordered more and more wine and the more I drank the more my pussy wanted him. “Pardon me I need to use the little girl’s room” I said.

I slipped into the spacious handicap stall in the restroom. I dried up all of my juices before walking back out. I was wearing a skin tight dress with no underwear and some sexy ass heels. I heard someone enter the restroom, but I didn’t hear them enter a stall or any water running. I unlocked the door to my stall and pushed it open. I then came to find 100% Man, 100% sexy, and 100% hard dick on the opposite side.

“Umm…!” I said at the scrumptious sight of his king size thick erect cock. He walked into the stall locking the door behind him. Then he pushed me up against the wall. I lifted one of my legs up placing it on the toilet seat. The other one I wrapped around his waist. He lifted my dress and guided his manhood into my juicy wet pussy. I screamed at the point of entry from the size. “Ah…ah…ah…!” I held onto his shoulders as he climbed deeper inside of me. My eyes rolled in the back of my head. He took me on a journey to heaven and back with that dick.

“Umm…Umm…umm…ah…ah…ah…oh my god!” I moaned. He was doing me so good. “Uh…uh…uh…!” he groaned from my good ass pussy. I closed my eyes and bit down on my lip trying to control my loud moans. When my body started showing him signs of climax he drilled me deeper and harder. With the both of us moaning and groaning my orgasm ran down my pussy all over his dick. Damn it felt grrrreat! On some Tony the tiger shit.

He grabbed me tossing me up and down onto him. “Uh…uh…uh…!” he grunted thrusting me with power. We ejaculated together and both let out a deep sigh. He placed me back down on my feet. Sweat beads dripped from his head. He pulled up his pants smiling at me. He walked out first. I stayed behind and cleaned myself up before leaving the restroom. Then I returned back to the table.

He had given me the real meat fuck that steak. He had already taken care of the bill so I guess we were finished there. As we were walking away from the table some women were standing there eye balling with they looking assess. I knew they wished it was them, but sadly it wasn’t. He then walked me outside. I handed him my number while waiting on the valet to bring my car around. “You’ll be hearing from me soon drive safely” he said with a smile. It was just how I liked my services, with a smile. My pussy tingled all the way home as it rubbed up against my leather seat.

Tom had taken me away with him on one of his trips. I really didn’t want to go. After just hooking up with Miles and getting a taste of what he had to offer. I would have much rather preferred to be home. I wanted to see what other tricks he had up his sleeves. The thing was I had to give Tom his respect. After giving and helping me to make my own money that was the least I could do.

The entire trip I couldn’t stop having heat flashes from the night in the restaurant. I felt as if my virginity was taken all over again. I had never been fucked like that before. It was so spontaneous and stimulating. I was a dummy to leave my phone home. I didn’t know if he had called me or not. I didn’t know if I was on his mind, but he was obviously on mine. I wanted to masturbate badly, but that nigga wasn’t giving me any of my own space to breathe in.

Those few days didn’t pass by quick enough. It felt like it was too long before I was back home awaiting Miles calls. We started talking regularly on a personal and intimate level. I had given him my address without hesitation or thought. He asked if I lived alone and if I was single. I told him that I had friends, but no one of importance. I asked him about his status. “What about you sir Miles?” I asked. “I’m married is that a problem?” he replied. “I’m not sure is it?” I added. Then we shared a laugh.

One night he surprised me with an unannounced visit. I was just stepping out of the shower when the doorbell rang. I slid into my silky, short, and sexy robe before answering the door. I wasn’t expecting him but I was happy to finally see him again. I opened the door wide granting him access. He walked in and closed the door behind him as my robe slid down over my curves falling to the floor.

He smelled of Ed Hardy cologne. The smell of a man drove me wild. He lifted his shirt over his head exposing his ripped abs. He dropped his pants and boxers leaving his erect penis standing alone. He climbed on top of me kissing me on my forehead, neck, and collarbone. I sunk into the bed at the touch of his tongue and lips on my skin. He placed his hands on my breasts cupping them as he licked circles around my nipples. He sucked them with just the right amount of force. I rubbed his ears and my fingers through his hair pushing his head onto my nipples.

He made his way into my walls stroking me slow, but steady. He felt so good inside of me. My body was in the state of tranquility. “Umm….ah…umm…ah” I moaned feeling him deep inside of me. He rolled over putting me on top of him. I sat down with caution sliding down inch after inch on his dick. I caressed his chest while I bounced up and down on his dick. He gripped my waistline guiding me to his preferred rhythm.

I gyrated my hips back and forth swallowing his dick inside of my screaming walls. He groaned as my pussy muscles latched onto his shaft. I dug my nails into his chest trying hard not to scratch him. Heat ran up and all throughout my body. My legs began to shake uncontrollably. “Ah shit…Miles oh Miles” I shouted as I climaxed.

We then traded places. Once again his strong body was on top of me. He then began pounding me. The sounds of our moans and my juicy pussy splashing as he went in and out were turning me on. His thrusts were growing harder. His speed had increased. He held onto my arms while he fucked me. “Ah…ah…ah…Miles…Miles…Miles” I moaned. Just as I was about to cum again he pulled out. He let his sperm soar through the air.

I turned over on my side waiting for him to hold me in his arms. I wanted to feel his dick pressed against my ass. He rolled over once he finished. Then he got up and started putting his clothes on. He kissed me on my forehead and told me how much he enjoyed me. “Is there anything I can do for you?” he asked. “Whatever you want to do for me is fine” I replied.

I walked him to the door locking it after giving him a deep kiss. I walked back into my room high of sex weed. I had just cut on the television when I noticed a check on the night stand. I was surprised to see it was blank with only his signature on it. I smiled because both his ways and the gesture were so sweet. I turned off the T.V and grabbed my pillow. It wasn’t long before the T.V started to watch me. I had drifted off to sleep. That outstanding Nyquil sex had me so weak.

I yearned to be with him as weeks passed without seeing him had come and passed. Hearing his voice was just not enough to get me through the days. Going out with Tom and Bob only made me miss him even more. I anticipated his call like he was a prisoner. As if he was only able to call me certain times of the day with me not being able to call him at all it was torture.

“Hello Special” his sexy voice said into the phone. “Well hello there stranger to what do I owe this glorious occasion?” I teased. He chuckled for some reason he found me to be funny. “Do you miss me?” He asked. “Maybe I would if you gave me something to miss” I replied sarcastically. “I want to see you” he expressed.

“Oh really you’re going to find a way to fit me into your crammed schedule?” I asked. “Actually I’m going to clear it up for you” said Miles. “Wow I’m flattered. When will this be possible?” I asked. “I will let you know special” added Miles. “Ok sir Miles I’ll be waiting” I said. “Talk to you soon special” he said before hanging up the phone. I was damn sure missing him, but I didn’t want him to know he had me gone like that.

Later on that day I received a mysterious envelope. It was without any return sender information. I hoped like hell it wasn’t Sam with an attempt to regain my attention. Then again I knew he wouldn’t have left his address off. I anxiously tore open the envelope to see what was waiting for me on the inside. Revealed was a between you and me thinking of you card. Between it there was also a ticket to the magnificent Beyoncé’s concert.

He remembered everything I said. I thought back to when we were holding a conversation about how she was my favorite artist. I felt so special at the moment and couldn’t wait for the Friday of the concert to come. Thursday afternoon Sam had placed $3,000 dollars into my bank account. Even after I put his ass on the back burner he was whipped. I used that to go and get the perfect dress and heels. I put the blank check Miles had given me on reserve. I just hadn’t figured out a suitable amount yet.

I hopped in my car ready to get myself more fabulous by sprucing up. I called up my stylist and let her know that I needed some immediate attention. I had her to style it however she saw fit as long as I was banging. I had done my toes and nails mani and pedi treatment. I got my eyebrows arched and now it was on to the hardest part of it all, my outfit.

My first stop was Saks Fifth Avenue. I found the perfect White and Gold strapless Gucci dress. It hugged every inch of my curves tight. I also bought some Gold heels with a sexy slim heel. I was like a kid in a candy store. Once I got everything I needed I headed back to my house. I was burning with anxiety and anticipation.

Friday was just not coming fast enough so I kept myself occupied until it was time to lay myself to rest. Friday morning Miles called me to let me know he would be picking me up around 6:00pm. At 3:00pm I began my preparations for our date. I wanted to see him, but not more than I was looking forward to seeing my bitch Beyoncé. At 5:59pm I was standing outside waiting with my Rolex watch set, Gucci shades, and Gucci bag.

At 6:00pm sharp he arrived in a black on black 08’ Bentley coupe. My pussy got wet just from the sexy ass car alone. He stepped out of the car looking like the world’s sexiest man. He was dressed classy in Cavalli. He walked over opening my door like the gentleman that he was. “You look heavenly” he complimented. “Thank you, you look quite dapper yourself” I said returning the compliment.

He returned to his side of the vehicle “Are you ready for a wonderful night?” He asked. “More than ready” I replied. We arrived at the sold out concert taking a seat in two of the best seats in the house. My stomach overflowed with butterflies. I was so in awe of her. The lights flashed throughout the arena as she made her grand entrance. My eyes were filled with excitement. I idolized her. I loved the way she was able to control her body she had some moves.

Miles was drooling just as much as I was while she jolted her goods. She flaunted all of her sexiness across the stage as I sat there engaging in her every move. She sang all of her hits new and old. I snapped my fingers singing along to all of them. I had such a great time with Beyoncé and oh yeah him too.

When we returned to the car I was still singing and picturing her strutting all around that stage. Miles could see the enjoyment written all over my face. Although my voice wasn’t good enough to pay bills, I could hold a note at least I thought so. He left the radio off just so I could serenade him. I thought that was sweet.

We then pulled up to an ice cream shop. I nudged him on the arm “How did you know about my addiction to ice cream?” I asked. “I guess I’m just observant” he replied. He walked around the car to open up my car door. “After you special” said Miles holding the door. I could smell the flavors and taste the creaminess before even walking in. I ordered strawberry cheesecake ice cream with chocolate covered strawberries and whip cream. Miles ordered two scoops of butter pecan with caramel and bananas.

I fed him some of my chocolate covered strawberries with whip cream. “Damn” I said from the way he wrapped his lips around that strawberry. I wanted to feel them on my strawberry. He then started feeding me some of my ice cream. I sucked up the entire strawberry and his finger into my mouth. I felt a thump and the moisture between my legs growing.

I asked the employee for a can of whipped cream. We were all alone besides the employees. I squeezed some whip cream onto his lips sucking it all off. Before we were able to put on a real show he asked me if I was ready to go. “Hey special let’s get you home” he said. I grabbed the whip cream and left everything else including my fantasy right there on the table.

On the drive home my pussy became drenched anticipating him fucking me. The soft music continued to get me in the mood while we got closer and closer to my destination. I reached underneath my dress retaining some of my vaginal secretions. I took the first taste “Umm…just like ice cream” I said to myself. I reached my hand down there a second time. This time I let him sample the goods. “You like that?” I asked shoving my finger into his mouth. “Yes special it’s nice and sweet” he said.