Hello Naughty Readers,
As you all know by now, I can be a little picky about my designs and things. My creative brain got a bit distracted (in a nice way), but it's back on track. I prefer that my cover somehow relates to my thoughts at the time of the project. So the wait is nearly over, and you all can expect the release of Hot Lix Part 2 on June 3, 2016.
Warning: If you read all of Part 1 and blushed, then please grab some lube and a towel for Part Two.
In the meantime, let's have a little fun.
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Shelley got into her car, started it, and pulled away the curb. She leaned over and turned on the radio. The sound of music had always helped her relax and think. She drove down to the corner and made a right turn onto 7 Mile.
A few moments later she pulled into a quiet little bistro called "Mama's Place" and parked. She took her keys from the ignition and got out. Shelley walked in the door and sat down at an empty table before a server walked up. She placed an order for a soft drink and pulled out a five-dollar bill and her cell phone. Shelly laid her money on the table.
She stared at her phone screen and shook her head back and forth. The urge to call Ed had faded. When they first met, she thought it was something special about him. She had nearly fucked him without protection, on the first night.
The server brought her Coke, straw, and napkin and placed it on the table. Shelley nodded and then pushed her money forward. The server did not say anything as she picked it up and walked away. Shelley sighed loudly.
"What's your beef with love?" echoed in her mind.
She picked up her drink, slipped the straw in, and took a sip. She looked out of the restaurant window. The question had an impact on her actions. Shelley saw a couple pull up; the driver jumped out and opened the door for a woman. She stepped out and waited while her companion to closed the door to escort her in. Shelley sat her glass back down.
"I do not have a beef with love, or do I? On the one hand, I was not there to look for love. I went for information and a little time away from the house. On the other, I totally cut Blake off, and my hormones are about to be out of control. Still, I never had any intention to allow Blake or anyone else the space in my heart that it takes for a real relationship to grow. Does that mean I have a beef with love, or I know that I am unwilling to commit though?" She thought.
Her cell phone vibrated, and she flinched. Shelley looked down at the face of the phone and pursed her lips. It was Ed and Shelley decided not to answer. She let the call roll over to voicemail.
A cool gust of air blew over her arms as the restaurant door opened. Shelley looked up and saw three people had walked inside. The couple from the lot went to the counter. The third person sat at the table across from her.
She glanced over and then quickly looked away. She wanted to make a decision about Ed, rather than put it off any longer. Nervously, she chewed at her lip. Before long, she began to twiddle her fingers rhythmically on the tabletop.
"Nice, another cute girl left waiting for some asshole that is not going to do right by her, and I can't get a date?" The person across from her said.
Shelley looked over at the person, shrugged, and then turned her head away again.
"Tell me, what is it that makes you go for a jerk that lies and will break your heart over someone nice like me, please?" The person said.
"The same reason that wolves wear sheep's clothing and serial killers do not start new conversation with how many have already died at their hands. People see and hear what they want to rather than rely on the truth. You did not ask me if I was waiting on someone, you assumed. I am avoiding someone right now because I am unsure of his true intentions. It 's hard to know if his mouth and his actions are ever going to be the same. People usually try to show the most appealing side of them, and then the jerk comes out." Shelley replied.
"Oh, my bad. Isn't it a little late for you to be out alone when you have someone waiting to be with you?" The stranger quipped.
Shelley huffed and rolled her eyes. She started to count backward from five before she formed her words. She felt her face flush when she finished. Shelley clasped her hands together and turned in her seat towards the stranger.
"I do not know you. You do not know me. You say that you are a nice person, yet you are all in my business. Thanks for the compliment but your come on is weak. First, somebody has done me wrong, and now I am wrong. All of this you have decided without a bit of information, which is what I just said to you. I am attempting to use logic to solve a problem through critical thinking. Might I suggest that you do the same? Since my life is clearly not the reason that you can not get a date." Shelley said.
"Oh dang, you just cut right off into me. I did not mean any harm. I made a mistake in how I chose to strike up a conversation with you. Do you mind if I come and sit with you and start over?" The person asked.
"Did you just admit that you made a mistake?"
"Listen, My name is Shelley, and I apologize for my rudeness. What's your name?"
"Hello Shelley, my name is Cody; it is a pleasure to meet you."
"Hi Cody, would you like join me for a refreshing soft drink?"
Cody laughed, stood up, and extended a hand. Shelley reached out and firmly shook it. She gave a half-hearted smile when Cody sat in the seat directly in front of her. Shelley turned her head back towards the window and peered out into the semi-darkness of the street.
"Do you come here often?" Cody asked.
"Not really, I just had a strange weekend that ended differently than I had imagined," Shelley said.
"Do you want to talk about it? I am a decent listener. I don't always say dumb stuff. I just get a little nervous around women that I think I would like. Sometimes, even a little tongue tied."
"Not much to tell. I thought he was cute. I went home and fantasized about screwing his brains out. When I had the chance to do it, I was pissed at the reality that he was not what I had imagined him to be. We did way too much, but not everything. Then he calls me out on being afraid to fall in love when I pushed him away, which might be true."
"So your plan for this guy was just sex?"
"Basically. That was before he called me a few bitches in the heat of the moment and then started blowing up my phone. Then finally, he told me off and asked if I have some beef with love, which scared the hell out of me. I had no intention of him staying for breakfast let alone dealing with emotions and stuff.My fantasy had nothing to do with wedding bells,picking out curtains for our new home, or what to name our kids. They were raunchy, naughty, slightly sweaty, toe-curling, moments of unrestrained passion between consenting adults."
"Take me to your leader; please ma'am."
"Your leader, the one that taught you that it was alright to realize that there is a difference between sex and love. That one does not necessarily have anything to do with the other, and you are not in love with someone because you had good sex together. Where is she? Are there others of your kind?"
Shelley laughed hard. She felt tears well up in her eyes and wiped them away. Shelley was amused with his implied conclusion. She put her head down until her giggles subsided.
When she looked back up at Cody, she smiled. Cody's face was bright and blushed. Shelley snickered a few more times before she cleared her throat. She covered her mouth with her hand.
"I suppose that there are others like me. I am I sure that I am my leader, though. I don't have a beef with love, if it happens it does. I just don't see why I need to feel anything except pleasure when it comes to sex. Why the need to deny myself while I hunt for love everlasting, whatever that is. What if I don't ever meet the right person, am I supposed to die a virgin for someone else's idea of the noble thing, even though those beliefs are not mine? Do I croak as an old miserable biddy with hangups that are not my own. Bitter at life and using drama to fill the empty void? Besides, I would not stay with anyone that was horrible in bed. Some people would find other things more important, but physical pleasure is high on my list of must-haves.I rather self-access the situation in every sense of the word, than to go out like that, seriously."
"Let me see if I understand what you said. You feel like it is alright to have sex for the sake of pleasure without a commitment?" Cody asked.
"I think protection from diseases and unwanted pregnancies should in place, but I do not believe that sex has to be emotional. I feel that it messes it up to require that one consider something other than arousal level, which is an honest response to wanting sex."
Cody's mouth opened to respond when Shelley's cell phone vibrated again. She put one finger up to Cody while she picked up her phone. Shelley looked at the screen and sighed. Cody waited.
"Damn, it's him again, I just wanted good sex, why complicate shit?" Shelley whispered.
© Inakat 2016
Shelley smiled despite herself, when she heard him. She rolled over on her tummy and propped up on her elbow. She snickered and blushed in the dark. Once again, he had gained her attention from a distance.
"Great, you pulled the worst scheme in the book and he still calling On the one hand, this could be an epic love story that is so beautiful that it transcends time and space. On the other hand, it could be real life shit. Sweet like pineapple.. that …is a good one." She thought.
Shelley laid the phone on her pillow and closed her eyes. It had been a long weekend. Shelley decided that she needed to rest and forget him for a while. Five minutes later, she found that she had not thought of anything else.
She inhaled deeply and shivered. The scent of him lingered in her sheets. Her lips swelled between her thighs almost instantly. Shelly recalled the feel of his tongue on her wet pussy and exhaled. To her, the memory felt almost as good as the real thing.
"Damn and that shaft felt hard as a baseball bat between my thighs." She whispered.
Her cell phone vibrated on her pillow. Shelley flipped it over and looked at the screen. She saw Ed's number and smiled. Shelley pushed the accept button and listened.
"What you doing, did I wake you?" Ed asked.
"No, I was just laying here thinking." Shelley said.
"Then why you tell me to go home" I apologized. Did you get my messages? It's whatever you want it to be."
"Yeah, I heard them."
"So what do think? Is it over already or can I get another crack making you happy?"
"While you asking me all these questions let me ask you one. Why are you trying to stay after everything that has happened? "
"You really tried that question? Okay, answer this one question for me and I won't ask anything else, for the moment. Why not? You are apparently low-key freaky like me, you're smart, seductive, and you seem to have a good head on your shoulders. I mean I see the logic about the condom and all. I should be thanking you. I cannot be mad about it. I got caught up in the heat of the moment too."
Shelley held the phone tighter. Her heart began to pound. Shelly closed her eyes tightly, before she sighed. Then she pulled the phone close to her face.
The scent of him hung in the air still. His voice sent chills down her spine. He was attractive to her and besides he was right about the freak part. She hesitated.
"Look, you calling out the wrong part of me to begin with. I tried to get you to gone on about your business, love is hard. You want love. I can see right through you, okay? I don't want you to get your sweet poetic feelings hurt when I fuck you and keep it moving. "Shelley said.
"So you just were going to keep using anger as a petty defense mechanism rather than deal with me straight up huh? How do you know I didn't just want to fuck and I was perfectly okay with giving you a night of pleasure and getting the hell out? Damn, you could have let me spend the night, now come on. I mean the silk scarves were a little different for me, what though, it's whatever. It started sexual but it could turn into love right? What's your beef with love anyway, what I ain't good enough for you?" He replied.
"This conversation has started to make me a little uncomfortable. Hey, check this out; I need a little room to breathe right now. I know it's getting late, but let me run out and grab a Coke. It it okay to call you back?"
Shelley hung up abruptly. She stood up, reached for the ceiling fan, and then pulled the switch. She heard a soft click when the blades began to swirl slowly into motion. A soft breeze wafted down on her while the dim light glowed around her.
She walked over to her dresser and opened a drawer. Shelley rummaged through the dresser until she managed to find a comfortable out fit to slip on. She settled on a short black sequined corset with chiffon ruffles and a pair of skinny jeans. Shelley pulled her clothes on quickly.
It took her a few moments to decide which boots to wear. She opted for a black pair of latex spiked risers with a five-inch heel. Shelley put them on and twirled around to the mirror to look her over. What it reflected did not fit her mood, at that moment.
Shelley ran her hand through her puffy curls and looked around the room thoughtfully. She spotted her wig rack and smiled. She slowly walked over to it. Her hand landed on a short, blond wig right away. Shelley fluffed it with her fingers.
She took it, laid it on the dresser, and began to braid her hair into a large plat. She scrunched her nose, while she tucked her braid under and picked up the wig. Shelley put it on and styled it with her hands. She looked in the mirror once more and posed. A sly smile spread across her face and she liked what she saw.
Shelley grabbed her car keys, purse, and cell phone and headed towards the door. She looked around before she sprinted out the door. The crisp midnight air felt good on to her when she stepped on the porch. She balanced her heavy bottom while she walked down the stairs to her vehicle.
© Inakat 2016
Mr. Coffee was silent while he dressed. She stood in the doorway with her arms crossed and rolled her at him as he did. It was hard for her to tell whether he was just sexually frustrated or completely disappointed. Either way, he walked out of her room fully clothed and semi-hard.
"You need to learn how to love a man while you are tripping out, you know." He grumbled.
He walked past her and brushed up against her smooth skin. Sensations tingled through him, and he shuddered. Mr. Coffee tried to look in her eyes, but she turned away. His heart raced like it wanted to escape his chest.
"I thought that we had something good going here. Why did you have to mess that up? We could have been great together. You could have at least sucked me off. "He said.
"Ummm, no. I have been a batch of "accidental" bitches this evening. I will not take the blame because you did not have a real time. When I find a MAN, then I will worry about how to love one. You drank that Hennessey and dropped to your knees quicker than a hooker on Main Street. That pretty much makes you fuck boy material since we are putting people in their place. I said I do not care for your mouth and attitude. I feel like you are holding something back from me, and this is just an act. Besides, you did not even bother to put on rubber, like I asked." She said.
"Maybe, I think of you as safe." He replied.
"Based on what? A small waist and a cute face? The fact that I can flirt something ridiculous? What was it that made you decide that I was safe? See, I thought that you were smart but not so much now. Worldwide in 2015 there were close to 16 million people on this planet that were on medication for HIV. Not mention, you have no idea what kind of parent I would be, if I got pregnant and had your kid. Instead of telling me how wrong I am, you should say thank you. We almost made a mistake that has lifelong shocks. We both got caught up at the moment, let it go."
"That's some bullshit. I can't get you pregnant. Damn, I only want to please you. I bet that is some sexy shit to watch on it, riding it, shivering. That's all I need."
"Still, good sense is not a good idea to you? Alright, just like I whipped out them cuffs, scarf, and whatever else I have ways to get mine without it being the last one I get. I am not upset, so let me make a suggestion to you, go and invest in a Pocket Pussy! Wait! Why you can't have any kids, did you get snipped?"
Mr. Coffee stiffened at her inquiry. His nostrils flared, and his cheeks flushed. His mouth flopped open several times. He began to scratch his head, and his eyes darted from side to side.
"I uh…I uh…well quite a few years ago actually when I was little I always felt like..." He stammered.
She walked over to the front door and opened it. The cool night air caressed her nude body, and she hid behind the door. An awkward silence hung in the air for a moment. At last, she watched him put his head down and leave her house for a second time that night.
No sooner than both his feet were across the threshold; Shelley shut the door. She breathed in a large gust of air and then blew it out. Then Shelley strolled to the bathroom for a shower.
Half an hour had passed before she returned to her bedroom freshly scrubbed. Mr. Coffee had become a lost thought just as quickly as he had become her every thought. She checked her cell phone and giggled while she stretched out across the unmade bed. She had a ton of missed calls from him, in that short time.
The fantasy of them had been incredible. She was not able to let the reality of him ruin it for her. Shelley had quickly caught him in a major lie when his tongue first touched her clit. He had a skill that came from either the freakiest imagination on the planet or insider knowledge.
She curled up on the bed. Shelley saw that he had left several messages. She chuckled as she pushed the button to retrieve her voicemails. Shelley grabbed a pillow, closed her eyes, and then rested her hand on her forehead while she listened to his voice.
"Shelley, I mean Inakat, if you want it me to come back, I will. Just call me and tell me something."
"Look, I apologize for the disrespect but can I at least come and lick you to sleep? You don't have to do anything for me. What's up ma, call me."
"That's messed up, that pussy sweet like pineapple juice and you are playing. You know what it is. Let me get that right, for you tonight, okay? Give me the green light and I'm on my way. Call me."
"Inakat, fuck with me love, for real."
© Inakat 2016
Two more installments left! Stay tuned, while I wrap this up and then it's on to the party. More gifts, more prizes, and more naughty and thoughtful fun! Welcome to Dreamworldz at Inakat's House…
"Damn, this is good. Please, I want to touch you." Mr. Coffee moaned.
"Shhh," Inakat replied.
"But, you are going to make me come too quick. Please, baby, please!"
She turned and looked over her shoulder at him and smiled. His face twisted as if he was in pure agony. He bit down hard on his lip. The walls of her body convulsed around his shaft while she stared at him.
"I see Shelley was the better bet for you. Be nice and I might just let her out to play with you." Inakat said.
"Wait, I like this. Can't I just have both of you?" He pleaded.
"Uh, no. It does not work that way. You either want a good girl that is wifey material, or you want hardcore. You cannot have us both at the same time, so you better pick your flavor. I should warn you, though; I do not tolerate a lot of shit. I do not like the way you put that out there. I am done with you." She quipped.
He gasped when she pulled away from and slid off the bed. She reached up and pulled the silk scarf from his wrist before she opened the cuff on the frame. Quickly, he began to rub his wrists and massage them. Sheepishly, he looked away from her.
"See you around; I need to take a shower." She said.
"Wait, what happened? I did not get what I came back for. Seriously, you are throwing me out now. That is how you get down, huh?" He asked.
"Are you checking me? I owe you something? Boy bye, look you came over here on some fake poetry crap as if I was supposed to swoon over you. Your act might have been believable, except you were tied up in a knot when real poetry in motion showed up. Real recognize real. I do not care for players, gamers, and all that. You tried to dog Shelley and ended up with Inakat. I do not participate in chaos. I won't let you hurt her either. I think it is best that you go on about your way."
"But I respect you. I can do whatever you want to do."
"Okay, I want you to be yourself. I want you to go home, think about how wrong this could have gone, think about the direction that you want it to go, and then get at me. You need to keep in mind that I am capable of quite a few things, so if you're after sex, then just be real about that. I am trying to make it clear to you that if that is what you wanted then tell me upfront. I know love, and this isn't that. Sometimes people piss me off with lameness. A woman is just as capable of sex and still do not feel a damn thing for you. You can be just another notch on her bra with no hesitations. Not everybody is looking for a husband, and sometimes we want the same things that you do. The false belief that your sex is so good that we will instantly be in love you just ruins your come on. I am a woman. I have needs too. Stop complicating what is simple with bullshit and lies. If I fall in love, I promise it will be because I found a best friend, someone that makes the effort to understand me, and appreciates how I rock my style. Someone that I can grow with, other than that when you run game on me, then the game is what you are going to get back. Meanwhile, you are wasting time on track to nowhere."
"So why you do all this then, you think you are going to change me or teach me a lesson."
"No. I made a choice, just like you did. It is hard enough out here single without the lies. You respect getting a quick nut but claim that you are interested in motivated women with a good head on her shoulders. You will fuck what you won't marry. I am just saying that that works both ways. I do not want to be forever stuck with a person that is an undercover freak on a humble either. Chances are being real increases your chances of meeting real, so no you cannot feel or touch me. Go home, and I might call you later."
"You ain't going to call me later. I feel used and cheap."
"Okay, I totally understand your feelings, but you came with the idea that someone was going to feel used and dirty."
© Inakat 2016
She wrapped her delicate little fingers around his throat and grinned. The silence hung in the night air like a thick, wet blanket, for a while. Inakat could feel the pulse of his blood rush past her fingers and pound like a massive wave to the tip of his cock. She lowered her eyelids and slipped further onto him.
Mr. Coffee winced from the intense grip that her body had on him. The muscles in his calves tightened. When Mr. Coffee felt the soft cleft of her ass touch his lap, his whole body when rigid. He let go of her breast and clutched the frame of the bed with his free hand.
Slowly, she eased up from him. The air in the dimly lit bedroom had become almost unbearably hot. A thin layer of sweat started to form on his skin. He gasped for air when at last she let go of his throat and ran both of her hands over the plate of his chest.
Mr. Coffee watched her nostrils flare, and she shifted her weight forward. Her tight lips relaxed just a tad. His manhood longed for the return journey deep inside of her walls. The ache consumed his thoughts.
"Please," He begged.
"Please what? Who are you talking to so respectfully?" She asked.
"You baby, you."
"Do you think I'm going to fall for that? Not tonight, tomorrow, or the day after. I got my brand of poetic justice, so say it or else…"
"Or else what?"
With painstaking slowness, she pulled herself away. Her body screamed to return and take her pleasure and frustration from his pole. The struggled with her animal instinct raged within her. The evidence of the battle glistened on the head of his dick.
She turned and put her buoyant ass in the air. Inakat crawled to the opposite side of the bed. He guffawed when she leaped off the bed. Inakat strolled out of the bedroom.
Mr. Coffee lay in the bed cuffed to her frame. His mouth opened and closed several times, but nothing came out. Finally, a thought came to him. A sly grin spread across his face.
"Fine, I will just jack off all over your cute little sheets." He yelled.
He closed his eyes, pulled his unbound hand down, and placed it on his compacted scrotum. The scent of her perfume had remained in his nostrils. The taste of her sweet treasure lingered on his tongue. The wet, see-through cream from her pussy clung like a naughty cloak to his skin.
Mr. Coffee waited for what seemed like an eternity for a response. At last, he clutched his shaft firmly. His shoulders fell back on the mattress. Mr. Coffee had frowned before he grunted loudly.
Every tendon in his body refused to participate in his plan. One by one, his fingers loosened. His hand plopped down beside him. Defeated and betrayed by his desire, he could not bring himself to masturbate.
He was lost in his thoughts, when the skylight in the bedroom switched on. Mr. Coffee turned his head towards the door while he squinted. The woman he had come to invite to a poetry show just a few hours ago, stood in her naked truths and leaned hard against the doorframe.
Mr. Coffee shook his head up and down. She walked over to her bed, leaned down in his face, and stared into his eyes. Inakat held his gaze and sighed. The need for the touch of her rare lust danced like a flame in the pools of his irises. Mr. Coffee grimaced and turned his head to the wall, to break away from her glare.
He stayed quiet when he felt the silky material, and her slender fingers wrap around his wrist. When she jerked his arm, up over his head, and tied it to the other side of the frame, he let out a sigh of relief. Mr. Coffee began to tremble when he felt her secure the feminine material in a sturdy knot.
Deep inside of him, he cowered from the power that she held. Mr. Coffee was all too familiar with passions of a woman. His secret knowledge gained from the confusion of another life, before his surgery. The art of science had given him the physical appearance of who he was. It had also increased his hunger to be submissive to a woman, even more.
"I spy with my little eye, a guy we see that made up a lie, and now you can't tell, and we both know why." She sang softly.
She crawled over him and straddled across his lap, with her back to him. Inakat nestled his shaft between her lips and rocked back and forth. The slippery friction massaged the underside of him. The testosterone pills that he took daily gave him an exceptional erection. Now, the same hormone had turned him into a wanton boy toy ready to submit to her whims.
The pressure gradually began to build in him from her actions. Mr. Coffee's eyes rolled back in his head. His breaths turned into ragged wheezes when his sac unexpectedly constricted and tingled. Mr. Coffee steel slab of man meat thumped with pleasure filled spasms anxious for a happy end.
"Say it." She demanded through clenched teeth.
His body quaked when she slid him part of the way back inside her warmth. Her entrance locked down in a vice-like grip. While Inakat held back her the tremors of the release that awaited her, she whimpered softly. Finally, he pushed deeper into her and cried out.
"Inakat" Mr. Coffee moaned.
© Inakat 2016
Shelley's eyes rolled back, and she winced. Her tiny little slit ached with the need of satisfaction and the girth of him as he entered her. Mr. Coffee bent down and slurped one of her rigid nipples into his warm mouth. Shelley stifled a scream.
She wiggled her hips to accommodate him deeper when he leaned forward. Another bit of oily juice ran down the crack of her ass. Shelley held her breath and gripped his muscular cheeks again. This time, she cried out, when he pushed another inch inside her walls.
A single tear rolled down the left side of her face. The head of him firmly stuck in her small hole. Her thighs muscles tightened. Shelley felt his finger wipe her face and looked up at him.
Mr. Coffee raging hardness pulsed from their contact. Shelley saw his face contorted, as if in pain. His teeth clenched, and his nostrils flared. He stared down at her for a moment, before he suddenly lunged forth into her wetness.
Shelley tried to clamp her legs closed when she felt his massive rod pry deeper into her tunnel. She let go of his ass and put her hands up on his chest. A second tear rolled down her face, followed by another, and another. She bit down hard on her bottom lip while she fought her instincts and tried to submit to the passion of his thrusts.
Mr. Coffee gripped the soft folds of her bottom and dug into her. He pulled her to the edge of the bed until her ass hung over the end of the mattress. Gently, he bounced her on him. His pants lay in a heap around his knees while he did.
She looked up at him through blurry eyes. Shelley could make out every inch of his face even through the water and dim shadows. She was not sure if her body could handle all of him. When he roughly grabbed one of her ankles and pulled her clamped legs to the side, she flinched.
"You hot little bitch." Mr. Coffee growled.
He leaned the weight of him against her legs. Shelley's pussy sucked at him like a small, wet mouth. She contracted her muscles around him. Shelley heard a light whimper escape from his lips after she did.
"Do not call me that name or we are going to have a problem," Shelley whispered.
"What. I did not mean it like that. It just slipped out, now relax, and take this dick." Mr. Coffee replied.
"Please Ed, stop talking to me like that. You do not know what you are doing. Just be nice and hopefully we can make love all night."
"What the fuck you mean make love? Bitch, I am almost in you. I am about to teach you something about the difference between sex and lovemaking."
Shelley scowled. Her brows furrowed deep and eye narrowed. She thought that he wanted to make love at first but not now. He did not know her well enough to know that his speech and attitude were bringing out a different side of her. A party that neither he nor she could control.
He licked his thumb and stroked it across her swollen clit. Shelley grabbed hold of the bed sheets in the dark and waited. The sensation of his finger while it circled her clit and his hardness into her felt good together. Mr. Coffee lunged forward again.
"That's it, loosen up and let me fuck this tight little pussy." Mr. Coffee said.
Shelley shook her head back and forth. All the voices in her head had hushed, to focus on the moment, except one. When he called her a bitch, that voice grew louder. That was not good for him. Shelley closed her eyes tight and willed the voice to go away.
He pulled back a little before he glided back into that spot. She had not consumed nearly half of him yet. The cold air against her exposed and moist lips made her shiver. Mr. Coffee pressed his way another inch deeper.
"Fuck, bitch this so tight. I'm trying not to cum." He murmured.
Shelley began to blink rapidly. Her shivers stopped. Her thighs relaxed. Shelley pulled away abruptly and sat straight up on the bed.
She reached out and grabbed him by the collar. Shelley looked into the dark caverns of the windows to his soul. She heard him gasp. Shelley pulled him by his shirt onto the bed.
"What the hell woman. I just saw flames in your eyes. What is wrong?" He wailed.
Shelley did not respond. She got on her knees and crawled towards the top of her bed where her nightstand was. The drawer was still partially open. A gleam twinkled in her eye that he did not see.
"Ed shut the fuck up and lay on the bed," Shelley said.
Mr. Coffee eyes opened wide. Her voice had changed. It had become dark and throaty. He scurried to the center of her bed and tugged his pants off while he did.
She rummaged through the drawer in the dark with her back to him. Her juices began to flow and roll down the inside of her thighs when her hand touched the cool metal in the dark. Her breaths were even and calmed while she wrapped her hand around the item and retrieved it from the drawer.
Mr. Coffee heard a soft clink. Shelley turned towards him and ran her hand down his bicep to his hand. Once she had his hand, she placed her fingers in between his. Shelly watched him smirk and giggle nervously. She yanked his hand up to the headboard. Mr. Coffee and cuffed him to the frame.
"Whoa there Shelley, what is this, you going to book me? You have not read me my rights." Mr. Coffee chuckled.
Shelley crawled off the bed. She grabbed a bottle of oil from her drawer and opened it. She stood on the side of the bed a poured the oil down around her shoulders. Shelley stood there quietly while it rolled over her skin.
Shelley walked to the end of the mattress and put her knee on the bed. She began to crawl up towards his dick while it madly flailed in the air. At last, Shelley reached her destination. She squatted over him.
"Shelley told you to be nice. She's a sweet girl, but Shelley doesn't like guys with a potty mouth. She likes to make love and dream of butterflies and bubbles. Now that you have scared her away, you have me to deal with. You have the right to shut that bullshit up unless I ask you something. Any bitches that slip out of your mouth will be used against you to delay your orgasm. You have the right to consult your conscience before speaking to me without permission, now or in the future. If you cannot afford to ask your inner desires, I will appoint them for you. If you decide to nut before I am done with you, you will still have the right to get that dick back in usable condition at any time while I sit on your filthy little mouth instead! Knowing and understanding your rights as I have explained them to you, are you still going to call the sweet girl a bitch and get stuck with me?" She barked.
Mr. Coffee eyes darted back and forth. He chewed the side of his lip thoughtfully. His shaft throbbed painfully. He thought if she so much as wrapped her hot hands around his pole, he would spew cream everywhere.
She lowered herself until the head of him pushed firmly between her lips. When he the heat from her body envelope him, he groaned louder than before. He looked up at her, reached out, and pinched one of her rock hard nipples. Shelly leaned back and dropped her bottom lower on his dick.
His chest rose and fell quickly. Mr. Coffee desperately wished he were in place to ram his way deep inside of her now. He thrust upwards, and she moved up as well. He let out a yelp of sexual frustration. She had him turned on and all the way up.
"Why you freaky bitch…" He whimpered.
"The name is Inakat, in a few moments, you will remember that forever" She whispered.
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Shelley cried out and clutched the edge of the sofa. The center of her warmth throbbed with the unmistakable ache of a release soon to come. His hands dug deep into her thighs and restrained her from movement while he feasted on her pulsating pearl. At last, Shelley tensed, whimpered, held her breath, and then exploded.
Noisy slurps floated in the air up to Shelley's ear. Frantically, she squirmed in his fierce grip. Wave after wave of sensuous cream flowed from between her swollen lips. She had blown a gust of air before she gave into his probing tongue. She arched her back and tilted her head back.
Shelley felt a wet trail began to roll down her crack. She gasped when Shelley felt his tongue travel the length of her slit and followed the wetness. A new torrent of nectar from inside her body spilled into his open lips. She trembled all over.
"Mmmmm." He groaned.
"Damn" Shelley moaned.
She tried to pull back and sit upright. Mr. Coffee had dug his fingers into her thigh but had not let go of her. Shelley reached out and touched his arm. She wrapped her fingers around his bulging arm.
Mr. Coffee looked up at Shelley. He licked his lips. When he lifted the shot glass of Hennessey to his lips and drank it, she smirked. Mr. Coffee sat the empty glass on the coffee behind him.
Shelley listened curiously when the lens clicked on the table. She watched him quietly. Mr. Coffee said nothing, as he turned back to her, and sucked her puffy button into his mouth. Shelley squealed.
He swabbed his wet tongue from side to side firmly and pushed a single finger against her entrance. Shelley pulled her leg up higher. Mr. Coffee searched his way into tight walls. Slowly, he pumped his finger back and forth and licked her.
"Ed, please" Shelley whimpered.
Shelley shut her eyes and raised a balled fist to her mouth. A thin sheen of sweat had begun to coat her beautiful skin. She used her free hand and caressed her breasts while she bit down on her knuckles. Shelley struggled to suck in short whiffs of air.
She twisted and ground her hips to meet his thrusts from his finger. Her slick walls oiled his digital invasion. The urge to clamp her thighs around his hand nearly overwhelmed her. She jerked her leg. Shelley heard a loud pop when his lips broke its suction from her. His finger remained buried in her warm hole.
"Shelley, please, I have been thinking about doing this since I first saw you. Let me." Ed whispered.
Shelley lowered her legs and pulled back. She reached out and softly stroked his chin and cupped it. Shelley lifted his eyes up to hers and stared into them. She saw the passion ignited and flinched.
A raw flame reflected in the dark pools of his brown eyes. Shelley reeled when the same current from the first time that they had met again. The connection was real and stronger than before. It was a heat that Shelley was not sure that she wanted to deny him any longer. She saw an insatiable lust in his eyes that yearned for the path to sweet release with her.
The feelings that she felt were not ordinary lust for her. Shelley felt hungry, sexy, unstoppable, and out of control, at the same time. Her imagination had consumed her sensibilities and fired all judgments. Her body craved him in ways that she had not known before.
His tongue had coaxed her over the edge, and into a moment of energized ecstasy, once already. Mr. Coffee frowned a little. He wiggled his finger and slipped it deeper inside of her than before. He lowered his eyes, while he looked up at her, and put his lips back down on her plump clit.
Shelley quivered when he removed his finger from her altogether. An ache for some part of him, any part of him, to fill the void arose in her. Her wet, narrow walls pulsated with the need for long and broad strokes from him. Her collective desires melted into a ball of liquid heat that seeped from her pores.
She reached down and grabbed the back of her legs. Shelley hoisted both of her legs up high in the air. Her thick, bald pussy lips glistened with a mixture of her juices and his saliva. She stayed in that position and peeked at him.
Mr. Coffee sprang up on his knees. The room was dim, and Shelley could not see everything clearly from her point. She leaned her head to the side. Shelley heard a soft, but quick whizz come from his direction.
Shelley bit her lip hard when he grasped her calves and pushed her legs back even further. She felt a firm pressure the opening of her small circle. The walls of her body stretched and welcomed the tip of his spear.
She pushed against him. Shelley sucked in a gulp of air when she felt him enter her. She tried to relax, but she clamped down and tightened her dewy hole. She cast her eyes on the shadowed image of their bodies that spread across the far wall.
"Damn girl, you tight as fuck, you gone make me lose my mind in this." He groaned.
Shelley let go of her legs but still held her legs up in the air. She reached down, grasped Mr. Coffee's bare-naked ass, and burrowed her fingers into him. Shelley's thighs quivered when she pulled him forward. She sobbed from unrestrained pleasure when at last he began to stretch into her tightness.
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Shelley hung up the phone and laid it on the table. She wrung her hands nervously for a second and then began to strip where she stood. Shelley gathered her discarded clothes and walked naked through the house to the place them in the laundry. After she did, she nearly skipped to the shower.
She fumbled with the water handle. An active stream blasted from the showerhead and pelted the bottom of the tub. Shelley grabbed a container of Dove Shower Gel and stepped inside. She gently started to scrub her skin.
Quickly but quietly, Shelley washed, shaved, and moisturized her. She cleaned her bathroom, turned off the light, and sashayed to her bedroom. Shelley walked over to her dresser and opened her lingerie drawer. She rifled through it until she found a black lace teddy with green satin bows. Shelley slipped it on.
She fluffed her hair with her fingers before she touched up her face. Shelley heard a noise in the distance and walked over to the window of her room. She peeked out and saw Mr. Coffee pull up.
Shelley bit down on the side of her lip, which was a nervous habit. She bolted for her collection of shoes, slipped into a pair of gold and green open-toed stilettos. Shelley leaned over in the closet and searched until she found a long black lace wrap, and put it on.
She smiled when she heard him knock on her door. Shelley walked out into the living room and took a deep breath. She walked over to the door and placed her hand on the knob. Shelley blew a long breath from her soft lips before opening the door. It was show time.
She saw Mr. Coffee look up from his phone. He held a plastic bag in his other hand. She smiled, stepped aside, and swept her arm out. Shelley smelled pleasant masculine cologne when he passed her and walked through the door.
"How nice to see you again Mr. Coffee," Shelley said.
"Why so formal, call me Ed, please." He replied.
Shelley closed the door. She ran her hand near the frame and pulled the dimmer switch for the light. A warm glow came on that barely lit the room. Shelley turned back towards him.
"Well then, Ed please have a seat," Shelley whispered.
He walked around the couch, put the bag on her table, and sat down. Shelley walked around as well and sat close to him. He cleared his throat and then looked her up and down. Suddenly, Mr. Coffee crossed his legs.
"Do you mind if I have a drink?" He asked.
"No, let me get some glasses," Shelley said.
She had patted his thigh before she stood up. When she stood up, her robe fell open. She paused for a long moment. Mr. Coffee stared up at her and gulped. Shelley turned and walked to the kitchen. A few minutes later, she returned with two clean glasses.
Shelley reached for the bag, and he held his hand up. Mr. Coffee retrieved a bottle of Hennessey from inside the sack. She leaned back while he poured drinks. He passed one to her and then quickly drank his down. She raised her brow when he poured a second shot in his glass.
"Damn, I needed that." Mr. Coffee said.
She took a sip and grimaced. Shelley put her glass down on the table. She reached out and rubbed his bicep. He turned and opened his mouth as if he were about to speak. Shelley leaned over and kissed him.
Mr. Coffee started to suck feverishly on her lips. His tongue made delicate strokes back and forth. A hint of cognac wafted in the air between them. She flicked her tongue across his, and he moaned.
He broke away from their kiss and laid a trail of kisses down her neck. Shelley gripped his shirt. He pulled her closer and buried his face between the fleshy brown mounds of her breast. Mr.Coffee nibbled at her swollen melons.
When Mr. Coffee ran his hand up her thigh to the cleft between her legs, she gasped. Shelley slid down while he tugged at the band of her teddy. His fingers searched. He ran his finger down the length of her slit. She clamped her legs around his hand when he slid his finger inside her plump lips.
Shelley body trembled when Mr. Coffee loosened his grip and slid to the floor. He pulled her legs over his shoulders and put his face between her thighs.He removed his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. Shelley looked down at him.
He pulled the flimsy fabric aside. Shelley closed her eyes tightly when he gingerly ran his tongue over her clit. He swirled his tongue whirl over the underside of her button He began to suckle on the edge of her smooth, pliant lips. Mr. Coffee buried his face deep in her treasure.
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Shelley remained quiet while he walked out to his Acura and got in. She twisted her lips at first and then smiled. Shelley grinned when he looked her way and blew a kiss after he cranked up his vehicle. She lingered and enjoyed the night air for a while after he had left.
At last, she went inside and closed the door. It was night time, but her near-tryst with Mr. Coffee had left her energized. Alone she sat on the sofa and pulled her feet up. Shelley curled up into a relaxed ball and thought.
"He was right here. You could have banged his brains out and you did not. All this bullshit about high moral standards is great in theory, but it does nothing for your needs. Sex is a basic physical need like air, food, shelter, water and so on. It is kind of silly to let your needs go unmet for no reason other than what it might look like to people that could care less if you ate, drank, or anything else. Okay, pat yourself on the back because you just made a sacrifice for team Shelley." She thought.
She unfolded her legs and stretched. It was late, but she wanted to bounce this episode off someone who had a different view. She picked her cell phone and perused through her contact list. One by one, she passed up associates that seemed rude, overly judgmental, or not the kind of friend that you could go there with, to her. She giggled when she came across Lydia's number.
Lydia was a co-worker that she talked to occasionally. She was smart, funny, down to earth, lovely, and in the process of rebuilding herself. Lydia had once been overweight but had worked hard to lose more than 100 pounds. Her new body came complete with a new attitude and a renewed interest in life to the fullest.
When they met, the two of them just clicked. Shelley pushed the button and put the phone to her ear. She heard Lydia answer on the second ring. The women had remained friends since.
"Hey Ms. Lady, what is it with you?" Lydia said.
"Hey now, not much just wanted to know if you had a minute. I need an outside opinion, and thought you might be able to help a sister out."
"Okay, what's the deal?"
Shelley began to tell Lydia about her encounter with Mr. Coffee. Lydia listed and only interrupted for a question here and there. In a few moments, Shelly had briefed Lydia. She held the phone and waited for Lydia to respond.
"So let me get this right, you wanted to do him, he made himself available, and you backed down because of you wanted it to be special huh?" Lydia inquired.
"Yeah, pretty much," Shelley said.
"That does not at all sound like you, at all."
"I know right."
"Did you, at least, see his package? Did he fumble as if it was it his first time? I don't get it."
"I don't either. Nope, I never saw it, but the package had potential. He was smooth, and I made most of the moves. He is a good kisser, fresh breath and all. I think he has an aggressive side in bed. You know the kind the type that appears to be all humble but behind closed doors, oh boy!"
"Oh yeah, girl, bad boy in a tie. Wait, and YOU didn't whip out the cuffs and work his ass over?"
"I'm kind of ashamed to call you a friend right now, Shelley. I don't understand why you just did not tame that and be done. He is either going to like you for you or not. I have never known you to pretend to be anything for anyone. Don't change up for a piece."
Shelley chewed the inside of her lip. Her shoulders dropped. She knew that Lydia was right. Shelley could be a good girl about things, but she was not the type of woman who sat around and hoped for the best all the time. Shelley believed in the pleasure of the mind, body, and spirit.
She opened her mouth and heard her other line beep for attention.
Shelley looked at her screen and saw it was Mr. Coffee.
"Hold on Lydia, and this is him." Shelley said.
"No, you can call me back later. I am about to get up on some of what you turned down. You need to talk to him and work that shit out. Speak to you soon love." Lydia said.
Lydia hung up abruptly. The click was soft; however, it caused her phone to ring loud, which startled her. Shelley pushed the accepted button and sighed. With Lydia off the line, her excuse delaying Mr. Coffee was gone.
"Hello," He said.
"Hey, did you make it in?" Shelley asked.
"No, actually I drove to the riverfront to think. Wish you were here with me so we could talk, at least, so I thought it might be okay to call you instead and at least tell you good night."
"How sweet, listen about earlier, I have, to be honest with you."
"Please, say whatever you feel. How else are we supposed to get to know each other?"
"Well, it is just that, I did not want to stop. I just thought it looked weird and slutty to go for it right off the bat. I enjoy being a tease but I have adult needs too."
"That's what you call that? A tease? Girl, you making me hard as concrete and then cool your jets. You are mischievous. It is a good thing I have some self-control about myself, for real. I had my big boy pants on, and I wasn't about to run like a bitch, hide, or disappoint you. It is whatever."
"Thank you, I think? So what do we do now?"
"You tell me."
"Flag on the play, you do not want me to tell you what to do."
"For all you know, I might like that sort of thing."
"Well, you see where I am."
"I am on my way, in that case. Oh wait, I still haven't eaten yet, did you?"
"No, but I'm sure that I can find something to whip up around here or maybe you can just have pie."
"I love cake too."
"Do you eat pie?"
"Oh hell yes, I love pie."
"Pie and coffee?"
"Yes madame, pie, and coffee please, that sounds excellent. I will be there in a few minutes."
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