“You almost made me a mad girl, haha," she said and chuckled beautifully.

I relaxed
there and enjoyed looking at and admiring her beauty.By now,we both lay naked on
the bed staring at the ceiling.
"It is not about ethnicity my girl, it is entirely dependent on what one wants for
their girls, I would never want you to leave this place unsatisfied and go finish
off with your fingers, am not that kind of selfish guy you know," you should have
heard the tone with which I said these words, the voice which many women would die
for, luckily, there is nothing audible here.
I being black subjected me to what I would term as positive racism.She said in her
own words that the black dick was as good as advertised.Once you go black you never
go back or so they say.
"But I have a question darling, forgive me for my earlier sentiments," she said and
I spread all my hands out in a "ask anything my girl, am all ears" gesture.
"Well, I hear people say (and also from the little experience I have) that first
shots are always short, how come you haven't shot yours yet?" She asked but I
simply laughed loudly and rolled her over.
"Nice question, and I would really love to shoot them this time round," I said
while pulling her legs apart for a second round of hard fucks and thrusts. She was
very submissive,Becky had forgotten about her initial worries about raw sex and
pregnancies, you should have seen how wide she spread her legs and compelled her
erect clit to shoot up between her creamy pussy lips like a lightening arrestor
spikes high above.
I leaned over, grabbed my shaft and rubbed the head right on her clit and open
pussy lips before I pushed the head in,her mouth was wide open, her eyes were glued
to me as she raised her legs and engulfed my entire body with them. I slowly slid
in her until our pubic hairs touched each other's.
She took a long deep breath with her hands on my hips, trying to monitor the length
of my stem in her, the moment I started pumping her, she grabbed me hard and even
started pricking my back with her long finger nails, this was the pain that did not
bother me, the whole thing tasted so sweet like chilli sauce in asumptious meal. We
fucked for a while, Becky oftenly moaned loudly and called me all the sweet names,
she was too keen not to forget to mention how sweet my shaft was to her.You would
have thought we were shooting a pornographic film but who is to say we weren't.
"Thanks baby, ooh my goodness, I was almost forgetting how a dick tasted," she
talked too much and literally screamed when the sweetness almost over-flooded. I
said nothing except reach for her clit and rub it while thrusting her wet honeypot.
"Jeez, I am coming .. coming.., am coming," she announced. Her announcement almost
summoned my battalion, removing my shaft from her and positioning her in a
different position worked miracles for me. This was one of my delaying tactics
whenever I felt like shooting my hot loads.
I grabbed her leg and hugged it against my chest while squatting on the bed, her
other thigh was directly between my ass while my shaft found it's way inside her
wet dripping cookie jar.
I want to take this opportunity and apologize to my good neighbors who must have
been too troubled througout this night, especially with the hard clapping thrusts
and Becky's loud moans, courtesy of my industrious curved shaft ploughing her sweet
wet tight pussy like the infamous government's bull dozers pulling down the
buildings erected on the road reserves.
I had become a beast, groaning hard and all smeared in the cocktail of our sweat,
the stinging feeling of the salty sweat in the pricks on my back still didn't
bother me, I woke up, holding her and with my shaft still stuck up her coochie. I
walked all over the house, from the bedroom, to the sitting and finally to the
kitchen where I placed her on the kitchen counter and continued injecting her hard.
I was simply applying the things I learned back in school in physics, that work was
said to be done only when force and distance were put in consideration.
She was now too weak, shaking hard but with a body that felt like she had no bones,
her bone marrow had melted, her juices all drained but I didn't let go of her. She
would eventually become literally dry down there,an event that prompted her to
start complaining of feeling the pain, I literally had to spit in my phalanx and
apply it because she still grabbed me hard in a manner that suggested she still
wanted the feeling of my shaft deep in her pussy.
I was feeling my shots from a far,my soldiers were already gathered waiting for the
command to swing into action.Her suggestions of getting some water to drink fell
right on my deaf ears, I kept pumping until I eventually whizzed in her and the
moment I pulled myself up, the surplus loads dripped down her pussy to my tilled
kitchen counter and eventually to the floor. I hugged her tight and enjoyed
listening to her loud breaths and fast heart beats, I rubbed her milky clit again
and made her scream out loud.
"Damn, baby, you mean you normally take this long to cum? You almost killed me, but
I would never complain, I wanted it this way," she said as I looked down and saw my
shrinking shaft shinning and dripping with sweetness.
"Ooh, you said you wanted some water, right?" I calmly asked in her ear and kissed
her neck.
"Yes, but no worries, I will take it myself now that I know around this house," she
said and smiled. My hands were around her waist, she wrapped me between her legs
and pulled my head right to hers.
"You are a nice fucker my guy, I should be careful not to mention this to any of my
horny friends, those bitches are hyenas," she said and we both smiled.
"Haha, your friends must be real bitches if you could confirm but am glad that you
could appreciate, you are hot and sweet too, I enjoyed this, no wonder I didn't
want to let go of my ammunitions just yet," I reciprocated the sweet vibes. The
story went on for a while until she gained her strength and climbed down, I stood
aside and looked at her wiggling her ass to the dispenser where she fetched some
water and gulped it down her throat. I enjoyed looking at her and sometimes smiled
like a lunatic, the feeling of chewing a nice meat took over me.
"Hey you, what is funny?" She asked.
"Nothing, just that am too happy to have you, I feel rejuvenated, like a cooling
fan that just got cleaned off dust, I now feel like a new machine," I said.
"Shut up you damn flirt," she said and walked past me but not without grabbing my
shaft like the daring prostitutes do to the potential prospects on the streets
during their wee business hours.
"Am off to the shower, you should join me," she suggested as she walked backwards,
clearly displaying her sweet, firm pair of boobs and nipples and a sweet cunt
sitting pretty between her curved hips, her pussy lips were also visible, thanks to
her thigh gap.
I stood there for a while, lost in deep thoughts and memories, the whole picture of
Becky terrorising me in the same shower, bending over against the wall and humping
herself on my hard curved shaft seemed so fresh. I just couldn't get it out of my
head. I was too lost in thoughts until she came back with a few drops of water on
her hand and splashed it on my face.
"Hey, what are you thinking about?" She asked and summoned my senses back to
normal.
"Ooh, yes, a shower? Of course!" I yapped uncontrollably as I walked to meet her in
the shower.
"Just wash me like a baby," I suggested and stood there like a statue, this girl
meant business and washed me, but her constant touches on my shaft and chest with
her soft hands saw my dick raise again.Come on I couldn't help it.
The time for her to shower came but the daughter of man played many games; she
would bend over and twerk against my shaft without a panty, the eventual thing was
my shaft deep in her from behind,She would not manage to resist it.
"Ooh fuck, ooh, damn!" She moaned and even bent more. This was a session that was
not going to end just yet, I had had sex in the shower with girls before,but Becky
probably came with a different touch of class. She was a teacher at it, turning and
raising her leg with her hands around my waist, kissing me hard with the waters
dropping on us is something I will never forget any time soon.
This turned into yet another session of reloaded orgasms that my girl enjoyed so
much, she was even compelled to ask why she didn't know me much earlier,I just
thought it was the dick in her talking.Afterall I was a PhD holder in fuckology.
It was past midnight, Friday was already here, a weekday and being a working day,
we both agreed to have a peaceful nap after a nice and romantic shower.
"It is okay my babe, sweet dreams boo," She was so nice to me with her wishes,
indeed a well screwed woman is a happy one. I was too sleepy, perhaps from the
sweet doze of a starved hot tight pussy that many men out there yearn to come
across in their lifetimes. I was feeling good and relieved, the soft love and soul
music playing in the ambience of our cuddling scene made a lot of sense, especially
Robert Kelly's 'flying' song, we all know how sleepy we men become after sex.
Within not too long therefore, I was lost in slumber, every thing else from this
minute was purely fictional except my girl's sweet soft arms wrapped around me. I
may have had some sweet dreams but they were just dreams, nothing to talk about.
"Shit!" I exclaimed in the morning when I realized I had overslept. She rolled and
uncovered herself, she was looking hot and sexy, especially now that I could
clearly see her, thanks to the warm morning sun rays peeping through my glass
window and a transparent curtain.
She parted her legs unknowingly and exposed her sweet honeypot, something that
almost took over my worries about being late, it was sad that I had to leave with
her; I wished I could come back later and find her but....
I therefore had to wait for much longer for her to get prepared before we both
left. By the time I was leaving, My nosy neighbors were up already, one of them
smiled at me and guestured a thumbs up signal which meant a lot, he must have
spend his night listening to Becky's moans and dirty wordings but I just waved at
him and walked away, holding my girl's hand and wearing new face masks that she
had brought from her stock. We boarded a bus to the city where we worked.
Sitting one metre away from her in this commuter van beats all the logic in this
world.
We had spent a night together, with no millimetre space between us but the
government directives towered above all, we had no option except respect it.
We partied ways in the before I quickly proceeded to my work place, my worries had
kicked in again after she left, I knew my boss was going to yell the shit out at
me, reaching the gate, I surveyed completely and the moment I saw his car at the
parking lot, my knees almost evaporated but I still mastered my courage and carried
myself on. This reminded me of my early school days when my mother once mentioned
to me that girls (in other words, pussies) will one day cost me an opportunity in
life, but I thought she was only being a mother, now I had grown up and the world
was just about to teach me a lesson I didn't take serious from my parents, mother
to be very precise.
I bumped into Tracy, our company's sales representative who grabbed my hand and
pulled me aside.
"You aren't serious, you are coming now? And you are just comfortable? Haha, the
boss is spitting moist pepper, he is going to skin you alive if he sees you walking
in right now," she said, still holding my hand and looking at me straight into my
eyes, this was a strange, least expected thing ever. This girl was so cute, her
lips were so yummy and her eyes, ooh my, we were of almost the same height so you
can picture us standing behind our company premises with her hand holding mine and
looking at her straight in the eyes. I had always enjoyed seeing her even when I
never expected I would one day find myself in a situation like this with her; I
knew I was late and since I was not a time traveler, I knew there was nothing I
could do. In fact, my mind was now divided, being late was not my worry anymore,
but this girl Tracy whom we rarely talked. If you could hear the voices in my head
trying to convince me to do things far away from sanity, perhaps you would be very
happy that you were not me. I stared at her for long and almost grabbed her for a
hot kiss but she spoilt it with her much talking and distractions.
"Come, follow me, but wait, give me this bag and pretend you came earlier, I will
bring it to your office when no one else is on your radar," she suggested.
"Where is he?"I asked.
"I saw him patrolling the offices," she added. I followed her directives and acted
as if I had come as early as usual. She later brought my bag as promised.
Everyone in the office kept quiet the moment she walked in, looking hot and
balancing her sexiness on her high heels.
"Hey, am sorry I had even forgotten you left your bag in the sales office
yesterday, but again, why didn't you remind me?" She said this in pretence to
confuse a few of my office mates. This worked because all my friends knew this girl
and I rarely talked, and that there was no chance the two of us could work
something out, I also doubted this but I still depicted strong signs of wanting
her.
"Ooh, thanks, I just couldn't remember, I guess I need to apply for some leave and
go cool myself off for a few days," I said and grabbed my laptop bag from her sexy
hands. Tracy looked at me in the eyes, smiled and shook her head before she left, I
smiled back and enjoyed that moment of playing cool and fooling a few of my
workmates who I realized were all staring at me from the corners of their eyes.
I took a long and deep sigh of relief before I sat pretty in my rotating office
chair and tore the zip of my bag open, what I stumbled upon will shock you.
The moment I pulled out my sleek laptop I noticed something was coming out with it,
something I didn't remember parking while leaving the house, besides, I neither did
handkerchiefs nor bandanas. I may have been in a hurry but stuffing Becky's
underwear in my bag was not part of the plan but perhaps I had thrown it away and
ascended to her pot of golden honey after sniffing it and becoming extremely horny,
maybe.
I returned it quickly and made sure none of my office mates noticed it, luckily,
they didn't but it was my task to try and remember how her underwear got into my
laptop bag; the last thing I remember doing with Becky's undies after pulling them
off was to stuff tthem under my nose for the beasty summoning, I even doubted the
color. Her's weren't yellow, the design too and this prompted me to start asking
myself more questions than what I could fetch as answers; could she have forgotten
and put the one she was supposed to change into after the intercourse?I wondered,
bearing in mind what female handbags carry, it may sometimes be okay to call them
tool boxes instead of mere handbags.
"Aah, I care less, if she wanted to go home enjoying the breeze, who am I to
dispute that? After all, she may want to come back and collect it, they always have
Scape goats to facilitate their returns for the second leg," I told myself and
opened the laptop, ready to tackle the many tasks flooded in my in-tray.
I tried to concentrate but the pictures of a netty yellow G-string kept flashing in
my head, something that compelled me to get it out secretly and try to get more
information about it through the flashbacks. It was too tiny that I could easily
fold it in my arm and no one would even notice it.
The more I turned it over and over, staring at that part that houses a pussy and
imagining my own naughty stuff and experiencing an involuntary hard on, the more I
noticed that the fabrics had something written on them with a blue ink pen. I was
too keen not to raise any eyebrows, I remember keying random letters on the
keyboard to keep the tappings going, everyone else was quiet except for their
computer keypads making usual sounds at every tap.
"I know you may judge me but guess what," one sentence read. I quickly flipped it
over to find the continuation of the wordings. My heart was pumping heavily, some
swearing too but I was determined to keep calm with all the composure in the world,
there was no way this was becy's underwear, unless she wrote it before she came
because I was too vigilant about her every move, you could easily notice that I
rarely blinked while with her for that fear of missing the sexy glances.
"Being at work without this on, feels awesome, you can imagine it, I hope you can
relate," the other part read. After an elongated thinking and joining the dots, I
came to realise that the underwear was Tracy's, damn it.
"Ooh my, what!" I loudly exclaimed and obviously messed the other guys'
concentrations. I however, managed to convince them otherwise, citing some
confusions in my documents and work assignments. Sniffing on pants has always been
my fetish, the urges to get Tracy's underwear under my nose was so itchy, I just
couldn't keep calm, especially now that she had just removed them, her body odour,
her pussy aroma mixed with it's sweat could have been the reason I felt formatted
like a new pen drive. I remember faking some coughs and flue like symptoms,
something that gave me a direct reason to pull out the underwear and pretend that
it was a handkerchief before pulling my face mask down. It smelled awesome, I
breathed a long one in and almost chocked from holding the breath for long; one
would best explain it as "smoking on her pussy aroma," an instant erection was what
I experienced next, especially when I pictured her without an underwear at work.
"Hey bro, are you okay?" The two office mates seemed concerned, coughing was a
feared affair during this pandemic period, the two were so keen to know.
"Nothing serious guys, I just chocked on my own saliva," I said and continued
concentrating on a sweet pussy scent.
"If this is how you smell down there Tracy, I am going to tease your clit with my
tongue until you cum in my mouth, I just can't wait," the two guys at the office
stared at me with their mouths wide open, apparently, I had uttered my thoughts
loudly.
"What did you just say bro?" They both asked, I wished I could respond but I was
permanently tongue tied.
I looked at them and looked down, these dudes knew me as a sex maniac but were
simply looking for reasons to justify their thinking. I managed to brush it over,
thanks to their busy situations but I was still burning to get out there, say
during tea break and meet Tracy, nothing feels good for a boychild to know that a
certain sexy woman has no underwear and may be in the moods to ride some curved
veiny dick.
We all know how a clock drags itself whenever there is something one is looking
forward to. Tea break eventually came, but it felt like a century later, this was
the only time inter office interactions took place. I decided to go have my tea at
the sales department's offices. The receptionist's facials however sent a signal
that I promised myself to later revisit. Her name was Sheila, a sexy girl with a
sweet smile and smooth curves to die for; indeed I was a walking dead, our company
had a lot of sexy ladies, the ladies I chose not to indulge because according to
me, I was a better player for international leagues, where no close people would
judge me but as things stood, I contemplated playing at home. How I managed to
distance myself from her despite not thinking about her in a different manner
except sexually troubled the honourable soul in my body.
"Hi Sheila, you good?" I greeted her and quickly walked past, she responded too and
perhaps wished I could stop by for a second or so.
I went straight to Tracy's office and found her perusing through some papers and
hitting a few keys on her laptop. I must say that I was too lucky to find her
alone, all the other sales guys were out in the field, busy prospecting for
businesses to hit their monthly targets and obviously pocket their hefty
commissions, we both seemed confused but the earlier encounter and her G string
action was the reason for my visit. None of us said nothing, except laugh
hysterically like fools. The moment the tea girl knocked and walked in, I decided
to change the topic to make it look like my visit was purely work related, I did
this in line with securing positions in case she had a clandestine soft spot on me.
"Well, I was to share the quotation today but time hit me really bad, am hoping we
still have time," I said this to Tracy, who took a few seconds to load, this
statement was meant to throw the tea girl off the radar because ever since she
started working here, she had never seen me here at such a time, she may have
therefore been asking herself questions about my visit.
"Yes yes, actually, the deadline is tomorrow," she said and stole glances at the
tea girl, who was still standing there with a cup and some snacks.
"Hi, kindly bring him a cup too, there are things I want him to help me do here,"
she said. The tea girl said okay and left quickly. I sat there pretty, still blank
on what to tell Tracy, a talkative and aggressive girl who seemed all comfortable
about everything, I guess this was so vital for any sales person. I sat there,
looking at the tea girl's ass as she walked out, her underwear lines were perfectly
drawn on her ass, imagining this and picturing a total opposite for Tracy made me
smile like a real street lunatic.
"Babyboy, you are so happy, mind sharing the reasons?" Tracy asked. I looked at her
in the face and somewhat felt shy.
"Well, I am just happy that am alive, don't you think that is something worth
celebrating?" I asked but the girl went straight to the point and asked whether or
not I found her message.
"Ooh my goodness, yes I did, you won't believe it when I tell you that you have
good things only; your handwriting,”was perfect I said smiling at her seductively.I
had sex in all places but office sex was still on my radar and maybe just maybe
today was the day.