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Momma still thought she was thirty. With her tall, big-boned frame, just-sprouted white hair, and agility,
all smooth mahogany skin and piercing eyes behind fancy glasses, bald head contrasted by the thickest beard I had ever seen, dressed in his usual black tailored suit and white shirt that hinted at the powerful body beneath. The stoic gaze he trained on me incited all kinds of thoughts.
The Nightmare Dad, Mr. Davenport. Every school has one. Teachers know who I’m talking about. The parent that has more to say than everyone else. The one that wants to hold the teacher accountable for every little misstep. The one that is vocal and annoying and rude and just a pain in your…
I let my eyes travel from the top of her long straight blonde weave, lingering on the dark smooth skin of her abundant cleavage and curvaceous body down to her black slides. Mila was one of the most gorgeous women I’d ever known,
“Do you want to feel loved? Do you want to feel excited, scared, on edge?” I gasped at “on edge.” “Mhm, on edge and loved. How about excited?” he asked as he ghosted a lone finger down the middle of my exposed neck, bringing goosebumps in its path. That touch felt a little too good.
“So, you want to be my dirty little doll?” he asked, and again, I moaned.
“A’ight, Jasmine, I hear you. But you know that beyond this professional arrangement, you felt something more today, and as long as I have your consent, I won’t hesitate to explore that something…” he whispered in my ear, a promise and a threat all in one. And why was my inner ho rooting for him? Gah.
William had earned my undying support and respect through the years of marriage with my mom, a divorcee with a turbulent past and a moody twelve-year-old. That past was composed of an ex-husband that emotionally abused her and neglected both of us at the same time.
The dysfunction of our house in the first years of my life had marked me, a tattoo that no laser could remove. Of course, at that age, I didn’t recognize William for the outstanding man he was. I’d still been attached to the idea of my biological dad coming through for us. Through the years, William proved he was the actual father I needed and brought so much peace to our household. And he’d gifted me two step-siblings who I loved.
“You were around the way?” Incredulity dripped off her every syllable, and my ears heated to the point it was threatening to singe the frame of my glasses. “My understanding is you live about twenty minutes away, same as Mr. and Mrs. Jameson,” she said, referring to my mom and stepfather. “Oh, so you keep track of where every student lives? Or is that special interest only for me?” She messed up, saying that, and I would hang onto this small thread. Before this, she’d had me on the fucking ropes, about to tap out. “Oh, ahem…every student. I make sure I know that information in case of
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The sound was a deep rumble, like hot cocoa on a chilly night, and I wanted to cuddle up and let the sound soothe all my worries away.
His voice and my name, a combination I didn’t know if I wanted to repeat.
“Rest your head on the floor, shoulders all the way down, and curve up that pretty back of yours so your ass and pussy are all I can see.”
I could smell her earthy, scrumptious pussy, and my mouth watered at the thought of more nights with her.
Her pussy was tormenting me, with cream leaking between her legs as she sat spread eagle in front of me. She was turned the fucked on, and I wanted to make her wild before the night was done.
“Ok, turn it on and push it right into that pussy of yours. She’s hungry and needs to be fed. Make sure I can see it all.”
When I told her to push it in, she did so. When I asked her to grind her clit against the toy, she lifted her hips and whined on that shit. To have so much power…hers over me. Dominating her was going to become my favorite pastime.
“Oh no, Baby Doll, your pussy is mine right now. Every time you cross that door, that pussy has a first, middle, and last name. Sir X’s Pussy, you hear me?”
“Yes, give me the nut. Don’t you ever deny me like that again. Your orgasms are mine, Baby Doll. Look at you, soaking my hand and my chair, you nasty little doll.”
Her voice rang clear in the room, and the whole thing was too damn much. I came as well, no stimulation, my nut busting out of me and ruining my sweatpants.
I had no time to dwell on other's people's problems, especially hers, but I couldn't help but be drawn to everything in her orbit.
A force hit me at seeing her smile, strength, and grace. I wanted to harness the power of everything I felt and deploy it on her. I wanted her.
We walked out together into the darkening evening, and I wondered if all of this was really for Trinity or me.
“Oh, I know you want to feel this dick. Figure out if it will satisfy you. Let me tell you right now that when we’re ready to fuck, trust and believe my dick will deliver. You’ll never want for anything ever again,” he said close to my ear, and I gasped at the promise behind the words.
her hand sliding up my biceps and closing there, my stomach flipping lazily, making me yearn for more of her touch.
mad with worry. I breathed in and out because I felt like becoming a caveman, carrying her away from the door and taking care of it all by myself. But I wasn’t anyone to her but the father of one of her students. I wanted to be more than that. And again, where the hell are these feelings coming from?
“Hello, Aisha, nice to see you again. Ladies,” Stephen said. A thick-set, big boy handsome, dark-skinned man stepped forward after. “I’m Denzel. Pleasure to meet you, ladies.” Right after came the third friend, the shortest of the group, with a smile that probably dropped panties wherever he went. “I’m Toño.”
I took the gag and licked it as well, and Jasmine's moan invaded my sense of purpose, and for a second, I was tempted to sink into her warm pussy and fuck her until she screamed my name. But that would be taking the easy route.
Damn, my mouth watered, hoping for a taste, but I had a plan. She was just being herself, and I kept trying to ditch my plans and just fuck her raw. Damn.
The taste of her... I needed a minute because I was about to come in my pants, and we’d just started, but damn, the taste of her. She tasted tangy and smelled like wet earth on Sunday morning after a rainy night made for cuddles, and my tongue would never be the same after feeling her wet silkiness.
That was something I vowed to experience with my dick. But for now, I let her squeeze my tongue as she pulsed around me and made other parts of me pulse with her.
Then I gorged myself on her. I wanted to smell like Jasmine, taste like Jasmine; I wanted to percolate in her essence so not even a shower would take the scent of her away from my beard and face. I'd have to bottle this shit up and use it as my beard oil, her pussy was that addictive.
And her moans? It took all of me not to give her all this dick to see if she'd keep moaning or transition to screaming, another experience I promised to fulfill.
The muscles of her neck tensed as she took me on a wet and wild ride. Then she showed me she knew magic because she made my dick disappear down her throat and then swallowed.
I yanked off my mask, her eyes widened, and then before she knew it, I kissed her. Lust and want drove me as our tongues tangled. I'd never been kissed this way. I'd never kissed anyone this way. The caress of her tongue against mine was what I cared about. I didn't care about anything but this lightness in my legs and my arms and the hardness of my dick and the precum seeping down my head. I didn't care about anything but the next breath this woman would take, and I only cared to rob her of it and then return it through my kiss.
locs down to his shoulders. Devon had the gentlest eyes I’ve ever seen, a firm jaw, and heart-shaped lips that begged to be kissed—and
I didn’t want to pace myself. I wanted to wade deep into the waters of Ms. Aisha McKinney.
“I respect that. Trust that I only want the very best for Aisha, for her safety, her well-being and her…mind. So, I don’t plan to test your devotion to her,” I said to Devon, but I trained my gaze on her. I said that shit with my chest because I wanted her to know she was safe with me.
"I... I love pliés. I love performing them, I love teaching them, I love being en pointe and doing grand pliés...they are basic but essential."
Just a lacy black thong and cheeks for days. "This what you wanted...Sir?" She dropped again, and this time, she made her ass jiggle, each cheek moving separately to music only in her head.
The revelations of today, of the fact he'd always known it was me, that he wanted more, were all a lot for me to process. The list of reasons I shouldn't go down this path blared in the back of my mind, but the lust and endorphins driving me made it all seem like future Aisha's problem because present Aisha? Present Aisha was about to plié the fudge out of this man.
An intricate tattoo covered his entire right pectoral, a bull blowing out smoke in the center of the design, and on the other side of his chest, he had a small delicate swirl with a date inscribed in the middle.
God, thank you for this thick man that makes me feel like a feather and folds me like I’m fresh laundry.
"That’s my precious slut, taking my dick like a champ," he grunted, focused on drilling me into submission.
She hadn't noticed, but I had circled this block twice already, prolonging our time before I had to drop her off. I wished I could bring her home after picking up Trin, but the thought of that made my palms sweat. It felt too soon. I took advantage of the red light and pulled out my erection, which, at this point, was ready to drill into her. After drenching my fingers in her wetness, I brought my hand to my length.
"Fuck yes, please, yes.” She licked her lips, and her hips gyrated in the air, searching for the release I was denying her. My nut was imminent; the power she honored me with was the best aphrodisiac, and I was weak for it.
"Baby Doll?" I gripped the back of her head and pulled her to me, kissing her with all the passion I couldn’t unleash on her today. She mewled when I tried to slow the kiss down, which was how I found myself with a lap and hands full of Aisha as her wet pussy teased my dick, making it rise again.
He also had a sixth sense for when my mind went into overdrive, wondering if I was making a mistake letting things get deeper between us. But it had all happened so organically that my reasons for not messing with him seemed like excuses. I hated excuses.
“What a slutty mess you are. Now I’m gonna have to take care of it.” He growled before the heat of his tongue swiped across my pussy all the way up to my entrance.
“Fuck, are you coming…fuck, again…” Knox’s thrusts faltered as my pussy cosplayed as a boa constrictor around his dick.
