I began to feel light-headed as Warren started to break out of his jeans. I recuperated fast when I saw his dick protruding out his black thong bikini. Just like I like them: big, long, thick, and chocolate. That was the very moment I knew I was gonna fuck him if he was down. Judging by the way he was looking at me, I suspected he was.
Warren confirmed my suspicions when, once naked, he knelt down and pried my knees open with his strong hands, exposing the black lace panties I was wearing underneath my black knee-length skirt. I wore no stockings with my heels because it was midsummer and extremely hot out, so it was easy for Warren to run his fingers all over my smooth, creamy thighs. He began to kiss my kneecaps. All I could do was look, being I was overcome by a desire I had never known, a desire to make love to a complete stranger. A desire, it appeared, I was destined to fulfill the night before I married the man of my dreams.
That is exactly what I did. I fulfilled the desire to make love to a stranger, and I have not regretted it a moment since. In fact, I think the night with Warren has significantly helped my married life. I know that sounds sick, but I was able to open up more sexually with him than I could previously do with my boo. Because of the events of that one night, I have become a much better lover for my man.
Warren started running his tongue up and down the inside of my thighs, spreading my legs wider with his hands. My pussy was soaked by that time. He pushed me back on the couch, so I was lying down, pulled my panties off, and then lifted one of my legs up so it was resting on the headrest of the couch.
He wasted no time getting his eat on with my pussy as the mai
n course. I thought I had died and gone to heaven because I came like crazy. The wild part is that I didn’t even give a fuck what the other people in the room were doing. That’s totally uncharacteristic of me, because I tend to be very inhibited. At least, I was before that night.
His warm, thick tongue played magnificent tricks within my pussy walls, and I got lost in the music and the red lights while he did the thing he does so well. He reached up, with his head still buried between my thighs, and caressed my tender breasts through the white poplin-sleeve blouse I was wearing with the black skirt. I took the initiative, unbuttoned it for him, and unfastened the clasp in the front of my bra, letting my hard nipples escape their prison.
Warren moved his tongue from my pussy, over the material of my skirt, which was up around my waist at the time, and started sucking on my nipples. I went fucking berserk. I’m not sure whether it was the liquor or the fine-ass nucca licking me all over, but I just kept cumming and cumming.
I’m not sure when the other couples got up and left the room. I didn’t see them because I was too busy sucking Warren’s dick, which was, by the way, extremely pleasing to my taste buds. I sucked him so good he exploded in my mouth twice before we moved on to the main event—the main event being knocking boots.
The man fucked me every which way but upside down. If time had permitted, we probably would have gotten to that position eventually. I needed about three days to fuck him the right way. Instead, I only had about three hours. We made good use of them, though, and he tore my coochie-coo up. He gave a whole new meaning to the phrase “dick-whipped.”
Never before, or since, have I ever begged a man to stop fucking me because it was too much for me, but I begged his ass to stop grinding his dick into me in such a fashion. Warren didn’t let up, though, and ended up giving me the fuck of a lifetime.
When I rejoined my friends, after quite some time, they were about the only ones left in the entire club. Some of the gurls had left already. The only ones remaining were the ones I was riding with, including Shari, my maid of honor. They were all laughing and grinning at me. I didn’t even attempt to fake the funk because there was no way they would have believed I had been back there talking for the past three hours plus.
I did the next best thing and told them all about it on the way home in the car, blow by mother-fucking blow, and they were all ears, probably envisioning every second of it the way I related the story to them.
By the time we got back to my hotel suite, the sun was coming up over the horizon. I only had an hour to get to my hair appointment, so I showered and dressed and headed for the land of hot-ass hair dryers and curling irons. At noon on the dot, I walked down the aisle of the church I had attended since I was baptized in it and married my boo.
I exchanged vows with him and meant every word of them. I love him dearly and would never forsake him for another man again. Like I said earlier, though, I think the night with Warren improved my bedroom skills, and therefore has helped keep my marriage together. My boo thought he was marrying his shy, conservative baby, but on our wedding night, he found out he married a sexual diva.
I can’t say for sure what men do at bachelor parties, but I can say this. Any woman who has her bachelorette party at the Black Screw is in for one hell of a great time!
Sweet Revenge
He was sitting all alone by the fireplace in the great room when I arrived. It was a cold, windy night. I used the key she keeps under the welcome mat by the garage door to let myself in. I knew he would be alone. She called me at my office earlier in the day and told me she was leaving town on a business trip that afternoon.
I knew it was then or never before I lost the nerve to do it altogether. I decided to go through with the plans I had constructed over and over again in my mind. I wasn’t sure whether or not he would go for it. There had been signals here and there—glances, smiles, body language—but I still wasn’t sure. If he wasn’t a willing subject, my plan could never work. I crossed my fingers and went for it anyway.
There he was sitting by the fireplace, sipping on some expensive cognac and listening to classical music, his favorite. He didn’t even hear me come in. Once I saw him, I started to hurry back out the same way I came, but it was then or never. So I spoke. He was startled to turn around and see me standing there. I told him I used the key to let myself in and I hoped he didn’t mind. He told me she was out of town. I made him aware I knew that already. That I was there to see him, not her.
He asked me was something wrong, and I replied, “Not at all!” Then a dead silence fell over the room as one CD track ended and another began. I looked at him, he looked at me, and I think he got the point right away. If he didn’t get it then, I’m sure he got it once I removed my trench coat, letting it fall to the floor, revealing my nude body clad only in high heels.
There was a brief moment when I thought he was going to curse at me, tell me to get the hell out of his home, call her at whatever hotel she was staying, and tell her the whole sordid story, making sure her love for me would turn to hatred in a heartbeat.
However, none of it happened that way. Instead, he got up from the fireplace hearth and walked over to me. The look of astonishment on his face turned to lust as he made the first move, saving me the trouble. He kissed me very lovingly, like an old lover who had just returned home from overseas. He and I had known each other for years, but it was time to take it to another level.
I pulled the cable-knit sweater he was wearing up over his head, removing it and letting my hands gain the freedom to explore his massive chest. I sucked his bottom lip into my mouth and dug my fingers into his breasts. Our kisses gained momentum as he picked me up, carried me up the stairwell to the master bedroom, their bedroom. Once inside, he laid me on their bed, and I watched as he removed his jeans and silk boxers.
There were no words, and that was just as well, because I had no clue what to say at such a moment. My reasons for coming there had been clear-cut, but once he laid his hands on me, other reasons for doing it came into play, such as passion, yearning, and lust.
He lay on top of me, pressed my arms up over my head, and began to drown me with his sweet tongue. When he moved down to my neck and then my breasts, I held onto the headboard of their iron canopy bed with both hands. That made my hard nipples even more prominent and manageable to suck.
He licked all around my breasts, starting from the bottom and going all the way to the top like he was licking an ice cream cone. His tongue was nothing short of magical as he used the tip of his tongue to trace a line down the center of my stomach to my belly button.
I pulled his head back up to mine, after letting go of the headboard, because I yearned for more of his passionate kisses. I caressed his dick, feeling it grow to massive proportions as he and I both moaned with delight. I grabbed his ass cheeks, one in each hand, and helped guide his dick inside my hot, awaiting pussy. It welcomed him with much enthusiasm.
I held onto an ass cheek with one hand and retook hold of the iron headboard with the other while he fucked me harder and harder. All we could do was look each other in the eyes, visually confirming that the lovemaking was what we both wanted.
I never expected it to be like that. I thought he and I would have a rough little quickie, and then I would leave and go about my business after about fifteen minutes or so. At that point, it became clear we were going to go at it all night long. He came inside me, and the flow of hot cum shooting up my pussy caused a chain reaction. I came a few seconds later.