Spring Flirting(Part 2 in Naked Rose Series) (5 page)

“Please I want you now Bran.Right now
please. Take me now.I can’t wait any longer” I pleaded in between
sweet moans escaping my mouth. By this time my pussy was swollen
from his continuous sucking on it and I truly couldn’t wait for its
juice to be plugged by him. He acceded to my request and stood up.
With seeming else, he turned me on my belly on the bed, ass jutting
out provocatively and stood behind my well positioned cunt, holding
his rock stiff dick in his hand. I couldn’t see his face to read
his expression but I could feel his agitation. Like me he was
definitely turned on at melting point.1000 degrees Fahrenheit. He
stroked the entrance to my pussy, sodden and swollen with juice,
with his massive cock head, teasing me with it, kindling wild fires
inside me. He flicked his hard rod over its wet crack, teasing and
pleasing me while muttering his usual sexbracadabra. Oh Brandon
could talk. His sex soliloquies used to drive me wilder in my play,
teasing in its drunkenness with passion.

“My Spanish Jelly, you are just too sweet.
See the way your honey pot is glistening with sheen, inviting me.
Oh it is sweet. I can tease you all day long. Wriggle your ass for
me Boo Boo. Wanna tear its wall apart lovingly. Just the way you
will like. Yes wriggle it. I have dreamed of your twat for long.
Shake that juicy fanny for me baby.”

I did as he bid, wriggling my waist wantonly
where I laid and just as unexpected as his teasing, he plunged his
thick dick into my wetness, firing up my pussy walls with ecstasy.
I think I came immediately with his first thrust as my head became
lost in a pinky haze when he rammed his thick dick into me. Gosh!
What sinful pleasure it was girls…..lavish lust if you please.
Brandon was a merciless lover. He continued ramming hard into my
pussy walls, alternating between slow and swift thrusts, slapping
my butts at indefinite periods, navigating the corners as he
stroked. Up, down, left, right, centre. After pounding me from the
back for what seemed ages, speaking his usual sex metaphors, he
turned me on my back to face him and alternatively sucked on my
nipples and lips while his long rod at the base sought out the
innards of my twat. He was still kissing me when he found it and
plunged in again, this time setting bomb all over my system. All I
could do was just lay back and take everything he had to offer as I
came over and over again in the thrusts of his massive dick;
moaning like a prisoner of lust where I was pinned down, by my own
volition to be ravaged like harlot. As he grinded he would grab my
boobs and flicker a salted finger across the hard nipples before
bending down to graze them with his teeth. Coming up slowly he
would kiss me lavishly on the mouth, slurping his tongue against
mine before swallowing and sucking it, making my moans muffled in
his mouth and my juice tap openly flowing.

Tonya broke in her report to exhale and to
let us exhale too. The tale was too explosive and already I was
tingling between my panties. I had assumed I had a blast of a night
yesterday but Tonya’s tale of pure lust seemed to surpass the fun I
had. The setting and eroticism was just too fiery to relive. Even
Michele, where she sat was already strung out on Tonya’s tale of
lust, gaping with wide blue eyes. I could imagine her nylon joggers
stained with cream and her hefty boobs charged at the tips. Tonya
resumed her gist, now seated beside Michele and with eyes distant
like she was back on the tryst spot again, reliving the
experience.

Girls, I bet you not to pick a Baller if you
are out to get the sex of your life. He would overfill your want
and make you overflow with his raw stamina. Brandon was a case in
point. For someone I thought to be a stag, he actually turned out
to be a stallion. When I thought he was peaking, little did I know
he was just revving up his piston. Shortly, he turned me
effortlessly on my side, clapping my thighs together for me adopt a
fetal position, my butts rounded at the edge of the bed and placed
himself behind my waiting butts walls. It didn’t take long before
his sugar pole burrowed into my jelly orifice, pummeling me with
punches of pleasure. Slowly he rocked behind me, like he was
dancing, slapping my ass affectionately as he pounded on and
intermittently grab my boobs to tweak their nipples roughly with
feverish fingers. I shut my eyes tight and dissolved in the sea of
ecstasy he immersed me, sounding out like a siren of lust, urging
him not to stop his work on my puckered pussy, to take me till I
come.

“Don’t stop pounding on my pussy. Yes I love
it. Pound it like a baller that you are. Yes.Yes. Yes. Oh Bran! Oh
yes. Pound my pussy hard” so I crooned in his claws, melting like
wax on heat.

For a fleeting moment that seemed like a
millennium that was how it held in my erotic fusion with Brandon,
with him being in control while I served under him; but in the
spell of sex he cast on me, where I had become lost; my heroine
eventually returned to me and the Candy Girl mode became activated
again. I wanted CONTROL back. I came back to the scene and smoothly
swapped role with him. It’s my turn to be on top. Gently I relaxed
his hold on me and turned to him to exchange a chocolate kiss with
him, tonguing his lower lip while I held and tickled the opening of
his cock. I then stood up with him still trying to kiss me but I
pushed him roughly back on the bed, quite unexpectedly. I saw
surprise light up his face as he fell bodily on the bed, guessing
at my game. I moved towards him on the bed and grabbed ahold of his
dick, looking him deep in the eyes. He was still dazed with my
theatrics as I stroke his shaft lengthwise, tickling the moistened
stick in my soft palm, pinching the crown with my sharp
fingernails. He swallowed hard and moaned out.

“Oh yes I like it baby. Pinch me on the cap.
Oh yeah I love it.”

I didn’t mind him at all; I let him talk
dirty as I continued to stroke him gently, drooling saliva on his
dick as I massaged it, smiling seductively at him as I stroked. I
then released his stiff staff suddenly to see it oscillate like a
spring on his crotch; and ass shaking provocatively I swaggered
across the room to an ornate dressing mirror at the other end, made
of mahogany with perfumes and the likes delicately placed atop it.
Beside the mirror I signaled to Brandon with my fingers and he rose
from the bed, unsure what I wanted but wanting to find out all the
same. His machine standing out like a sword in his groin, he moved
towards me and at a distance away I pulled him to me to give him a
rushed kiss, biting his lower lip hard before making him sit on the
stool in front of the dressing mirror. I looked him in the eyes as
I grabbed his dick in my palm again and lowered myself on my knees
to blow him out again. In a voice laced with glorious desire I gave
him a command Candy Girl style.

“A special treat for you, baby. Close your
eyes and enjoy”

The sucking job this time was superb and
super fast consisting of shallow strokes of his night stick in the
pool of my mouth. Mouthing his balls and popping them in a way that
made Brandon shake like on man in electric chair, I was the
head-girl right there. But that was just a taste of what I had in
mind. Later with a sweep of his strong hand Brandon cleared the
dressing mirror of the contents on it and lifted me from the floor
to sit on the cabinet built into the mirror, opening up my legs
wide and dipping down to eat me out. You both know what magic
tongue does to my fruity pot. I ohed and ahhed under his flicking
tongue. But I wanted Control.So after sometime I pushed his head
away from my succulent cunt, sat him down and descended to ride him
there on the stool where he sat, facing him. Pumping up and down on
his rigid member I so screwed his dick you would think I was a
screw driver. You remember the dance I did in Mary J Blige’s video,
the one we shot in Miami last fall with Dan, our choreographer that
the director was so wild about. Yes that very one. I repeated it on
Brandon, twisting and turning on his rod, dripping pussy oil all
over his crotch. I was a rider and Brandon was the driver and
together it was like NASCAR competition.

He changed position with me on the same spot
by standing me on my legs; that is, with a leg placed on the
cabinet and the other one on the floor and entered me from the
side. Grabbing me in hard embrace, with swift thrusts he rammed
into me, holding my waist tightly as he galloped along, driving me
to the peak. You needed to see the way my cunt splattered juice all
over the mahogany cabinet, staining the polished wood grain and my
cry of wildest lust as his thrusts taught me unforgettable lessons
of brute fuck. Together we raced to the touchline of ecstasy but it
was truce at the end because we came at the same time although it
was voluptuous when he finally came through.

“Ahhrrhh, I’m coming baby!”

He growled as he removed his pulsating wet
dick and placed it opposite my wet cumming pussy and splashed his
cum all over its pinky flesh, shaking on the spot like in spasm. It
felt warm on my flower and I felt tranquil afterwards, peaking
simultaneously with him.

Later rising up from the stool where he had
fallen upon ejaculating, Brandon sprinted to the bathroom, and
motioned me to come for a hot shower in the tub. I was so spent I
had to take a while to catch my breath before I went to meet him in
the shower; and when I got there and saw his staff already at red
alert for another run, I knew it would be a long night. What
happened there……I’d better not share…”

***

Tonya concluded her story with a sigh and
rose to get water from the fridge to replenish her lost strength,
sapped by the retelling of a very lustful tale. Where I sat, my
panties was already soggy with tease and all I had on my mind was
to get a repeat of last night with Taye Zest and his master stroke
, even though deep down I knew it was just wishful thinking. Candy
Girls do not run after or find men, rather men find us. In our
dealings with men, knowing we possess assets they would do anything
to have, we do not bargain but demand and most times our demands
become command to be obeyed by the high and mighty. Our aim in
every union we enter with men is CONTROL and we get this through
our mastery over the art of feminarchy. When we love; it is with
our heads, not our hearts, and all we crave in our association with
men is sexual liberty; unrestrained by cultural ethos or
chauvinistic taboos to experience our feminity to the fullest. Want
to be a Candy Girl like us…..learn more from our lustful tales as I
will get to relate Michele’s part in the entry for tomorrow.

Sunday 24th April,
1996

MICHELE’S SEXCAPADE WITH THE SENATOR

True to form, Michele’s story, which she
told last, turned out to be the most explosive of the escapades
which we all experienced at Puffy’s legendary White Party. Her tale
was filled with the passion of a one night stand and reverberated
in my head all day; even till now when I have to write it for my
diary. What happened to Michele at Puffy’s party is better retold
exactly as I heard it, from the horse’s mouth as they say. Here was
how Michele narrated the story to us….

She began her version from the very
beginning, right from the time we disembarked from the limo and
were ushered into the palatial residence of Puff Daddy. Where we
sat, she rehearsed, different guys accosted her for dance or
audience but she rebuffed them all. None had yet met her classic
taste. Soon, she was approached for a private audience by a Secret
Service man, who turned out to be one of the security details of
Senator Abrahams; who unbeknownst to us had feasted his lustful
eyes on her since we walked through the door, intent on the kill.
The Senator, very rich in person and influential in the Congress,
Michele told us, was a randy old man with predilection for blondes,
and didn’t mince words about his intention the moment she was
introduced to him. She reconstructed the plot to us in her dulcet
voice which I find most sensual with that California accent that
tinged its lilt with creaminess and tease.

“I have seen a lot of blonde beauties in my
life, but I must confess yours is exceptional, my dear. My name is
Senator Oak Abrahams and I’m contesting for presidency in the next
election,” the Senator told me in his trademark introduction I’m
sure, holding my hand to his lips to kiss aristocratic style, his
hair grayed at the temple with grace, his manner impeccable.

“Thank you, sir. You are so sweet to say
that. I am Grace Michele and I'm pleased to meet you,” I replied
demurely, rolling my eyes in the way I know men find incredibly
sexy, eyes lashes dashing against my blue eyes. The Senator wore a
ruby ring on his last finger that sparkled with sheen and his husky
voice strained with numerous campaign speeches and oratories
caressed in its coarseness and force. The hazel light of his eyes
blazed as he probed me further in his characteristic Congressman's
voice, guaging my class and sultriness.

“Oh! The pleasure is all mine Beautiful and
I could be a whole lot sweeter baby, if you would let me show you.
I have a sugar distillery down here” he said, pointing down at his
crotch and also in the direction of his table. I blushed in silent
response, saying nothing more while he held my hand, lovingly
stroking it, leading me to a chair in his exclusive table.

No sooner had we relaxed at the table than
the Senator began regaling me with jokes and teasers. He had an
incredible sense of humor that made me enjoy his company and
started thinking dirty thoughts in my head about what I could do to
repay his jest and good nature. He could be the president tomorrow
should fortune favor him. That would mean I hold a secret record of
having tasted the Executive dick before. And he was a handsome
looking man with a boyish look and agility, strong hands, athletic
thighs, sweet looking lips that’d be splendid to kiss. You both
know me and my crazy indulgences. Breaking into my thoughts…