“He just can’t satisfy me the way I need to be satisfied. I love him but I have needs. I just can’t keep pretending for his ego that he makes me orgasm. Hell, he doesn’t even satisfy me at all anymore to be completely honest.”
“So, did you really get with Bobby?”
“Hell, yes! And all I will say is Brandon needs to get his shit together quick or he is about to be the side nigga! Cause when I tell you this muthafucka strapped me to the wall with ropes and chains, stuffed a ball gag in my mouth, and ate my pussy until I washed his face with cum! GIRL! ”
“Damn girl, sounds like ya’ll got a Fifty Shades of Grey episode going on over there!”
“Shit, I don’t know how many colors was in that bitch, but I about lost my damn mind fuckin’ with Bobby’s freaky ass!”
“Desiree you a mess girl! Well look, just hit me up later and don’t do nothin’ I wouldn’t do!”
Not only would Desiree do what her best friend of eight years would not do, but she also was not going to waste any time doing it.
“You want more already?”
Desiree could not seem to get enough of Bobby and the way his deep voice penetrated her eardrum made her legs squeeze together to keep from cumming on herself.
“I’m saying- I just want to see you really quick before I have to go see my clients,” Desiree said in a low and alluring voice while walking to the large window that overlooked her perfectly manicured front lawn.
“What about ya boy?” Bobby asked as a devilish smile crossed his thick lips.
“He just pulled up. Why? Do you want him or me?” Desiree questioned playfully as she watched Brandon begin his walk up the long walkway.
“Definitely you. Get yo sexy ass over here.”
Desiree Benton loved her boyfriend Brandon, but she loved being sexually satisfied even more. One thing that this extremely successful, thirty-four-year-old wedding planner did not have time to do was teach a grown-ass man how to please his woman.
It had not always been this way between the struggling couple but after taking on more responsibilities at work, the excessive stress left him impotent and uncaring. And on top of everything, his impotence left their bedroom cold and bitter.
However, only he was feeling the chilling affects because Desiree refused to suffer due to the denial about his erectile dysfunction. No matter how much Desiree and Brandon’s doctor begged him to see a specialist or at the least look into Viagra to enhance their sexual life, their pleas fell on deaf ears.
In Brandon’s mind he did not have a problem, most times he would selfishly blame her for not being able to become aroused, but Desiree knew that was a lie. Sadly, he was also unaware that his denial and impotence were costing him his relationship.
He knew that Desiree was a freak when he met her two years prior, so her wanting and needing sex should not had been a surprise. Instead of being prideful and so sure of himself- he should have been more attentive to the fact that if he was not satisfying her, someone else was.
“What’s up baby, what are we having for dinner?” Brandon asked as he entered the house before placing his briefcase on the small desk in the foyer.
“You have to fend for yourself tonight babe, I have an appointment in twenty minutes. But… I have time for a quickie.”
Desiree always wanted to at least give Brandon a chance to make things right sexually. Although she loved the way Bobby fucked her, she would rather it be Brandon. Unfortunately, however, she knew there would always be an excuse.
She knew he was embarrassed about his impotence, but she was angered at the fact that he refused to address the problem and seek whatever help he needed.
“So, you have time for a quickie, but you don’t have time to cook?” Brandon seethed as he loosened his tie.
“Unbelievable,” he mumbled, still complaining as he marched through the immaculate home to the nearby bedroom.
“I will figure it out Desiree,” Brandon shouted, aggravated as he released himself in the guest bathroom.
“Listen, I’m going to take a shower and chill out for a while, I don’t want to make you late so I will see you tonight.”
This muthafucka Desiree said to herself as she rolled her eyes while continuing to gather her belongings.
Brandon’s oblivion to her feelings infuriated her while a part of her had become numb to her partner’s selfishness and was almost glad that he pushed her away and into the arms of an adequate and spontaneous lover.
At this point, she had fallen out of love with Brandon and if he did not address things soon, there was not going to be any love left.
“Ok,” Desiree said nonchalantly as the door closed swiftly behind her.
“Shit, I thought you changed your mind. Take your clothes off and come here.”
Bobby was everything that Desiree wanted in Brandon. It used to be that way in the beginning but the last year had been a disaster and her attraction for him was fading quickly.
Desiree was beautiful and getting male attention was not a problem. The fact that she worked with beautiful couples who were madly in love while her personal life was the complete opposite surprisingly gave her a sense of hope.
Not necessarily for her failing relationship to get back on track but instead because it was proof that real love still did exist. She did not want to get married anytime soon but she did want an attentive lover and she found that in Bobby who, fortunately, was also quite easy on the eyes. That, along with his never-ending stamina made submitting to his every demand extremely easy.
“Now what would make me change my mind?” Desiree asked coyly as she slowly walked towards her lover who was holding two pairs of black handcuffs with his manhood already out and standing at full attention.
“Mmmm,” Bobby grunted as he pulled a half-naked Desiree close.
“You see what you do to me?” He whispered playfully while glancing at his thick manhood that was now pressed against her toned stomach.
“I know what I want you to do to me,” Desiree responded without missing a beat as she caressed and gently began to stroke all nine inches of his impressive member.
The energy between the two was magical but Desiree never thought that when she met Bobby six-months earlier at a wedding event for his now married brother that things would get this heated.
However, after a sexless week with Brandon, she eagerly decided to utilize the phone number that Bobby had slipped her near the close of the event. Desiree would soon realize on that dreary Saturday afternoon that sex with Bobby was nothing like sex with Brandon, not even on his best day and today was no different.
She loved how he almost worshipped her body as he made love to her while at the same time roughly controlling it to do his bidding. The domination was euphoric, and her body responded in ways with him that it never had with anyone else.
Suddenly, the warm sensation that covered her palm gently pulled her out the trance she was in before realizing she had stroked Bobby until he climaxed in her small hand.
His dick, however, was still rock-hard as he moved back before placing her left wrist in the black handcuff and her right hand to her mouth until she devoured all his warm seed.
“Now open them legs,” Bobby ordered after securely locking both handcuffs to a contraption on the headboard- making it impossible for Desiree to escape.
Her body wiggled on the bed and her eyes were dark with desire as Bobby mounted her before rubbing his heavy dick slowly between her breast and upwards towards her neck. It was like a python leisurely finding its way through tall grass as it moved from her neck to her face and finally across her thin glossy lips.
“Tell me you want it,” Bobby demanded, his voice low and filled with lust as he leaned one hand on the wall for support while hovering over her face. His dick ached to feel the warmth that only her mouth could provide.
Desiree’s pussy was moist at the sight of Bobby’s naked and muscular six-foot-three-inch frame towering over her.
“Tell me…,” Bobby repeated as he stroked his dick while placing his scrotum over her mouth.
“I want that dick,” Desiree moaned before opening her mouth and sucking the large sack that he placed between her lips while continuing to pleasure himself. Desiree could hardly contain herself as she gagged and hungrily sucked on the smooth brown skin while constrained to the bed.
The sounds from above confirmed that Bobby was close to climax as his buttocks tightened and his body began to weaken.
“Suck it, Desiree!” Bobby moaned as he placed his engorged dick in her hungry mouth.
The force of cum filling her mouth made her want to continue to milk every drop from Bobby as she sucked every inch of him. She loved watching this man cum and she loved, even more, being the one to make him cum.
“Damn girl…,” Bobby said, his breaths fast from the massive orgasm he just experienced.
“Fuck…,” he continued as he smiled down at Desiree, who was seductively licking her wet lips.
“Why are those legs closed?”
This is what Desiree loved about Bobby, his stamina. No matter how many times he came, he never stopped until she was also fully pleasured. And before she could respond, her pussy was filled with his thick, warm dick.
“Oh my god…,” Desiree moaned as her vagina stretched to receive him. Still unable to move her arms, Bobby fucked her hole methodically as her eyes rolled to the back of her head from the euphoric pleasure that washed over her.
The two fucked for hours and enjoyed several orgasms together until it was time for Desiree to meet with her clients later that afternoon.
The Cosmopolitan Saturday 2:45 pm
“Tonya, when I tell you my girl is still sore!”
“Damn Ree! What tha fuck do ya’ll freaks be doing? Yo ass going to go blind fuckin’ with that nigga,” Tonya laughed as she joked with her friend the next day over brunch at the boisterous Rose. Rabbit. Lie, the stylish and swanky new restaurant located in The Cosmopolitan of Las Vegas and as expected, the polished casino and 5-star hotel were certainly not disappointing.
The two women had been best friends since their days at Centennial High School in Las Vegas where they both still resided, and their friendship only thickened throughout the years.
Tonya though, unlike Desiree, was happily married with three teenage children who were the center of her world. Her husband Jessie was Tonya’s high-school sweetheart who Desiree also knew very well.
“Girl, it doesn’t make any sense for a man to be blessed that much. I could barely walk around the venue with my clients last night! But hell; at least I don’t have to worry about Brandon’s ass wanting any.”
“Speaking of Brandon, what are you doing with that?” Tonya asked, her tone changing from playful to concern.
Tonya neither liked nor disliked Brandon, she only wanted the best for her friend and for her to be happy. The two women shared almost everything, and Brandon’s shortcomings were not dismissed from that list.
Normally, Desiree would not put her man’s business in the street but because he refused to address the issue and him blaming her for not being able to perform made her lose all respect for him. At this point, Desiree no longer knew why she continued to stay with him. Furthermore, this question made her examine that decision even more.
“Tonya, I really don’t know anymore,” Desiree admitted. Her forehead wrinkling for a moment as confusion set in.
“There was a point where I was really in love with this man. I mean, would do any fuckin’ thing for him- but now, I don’t even know who he is anymore.”
As Desiree spoke, disgust filled her voice as she thought about everything she had done for Brandon.
She supported him financially for months to help him get back on his feet after his baby’s mother drug him through the courts a year prior for almost everything he had to help support his six-year-old son Braxton.
She even allowed him to move into her home until he figured things out after no longer being able to pay his sizable monthly rent. The fact was, she did not need him, in fact, he needed her. Even then he did not seem to appreciate her nor her support and after the impotence issue, the straw had simply broken the camel’s back.
“Honestly, I think some changes are past due with him and me. I can do bad by my damn self. This man comes in the house and the first thing out his mouth is always what’s for dinner. Not, hi babe, I love you, I have missed you all day. No affection… no… love!”
It was as if reality suddenly hit Desiree. And luckily for her, this was what she needed.
“Girl, I feel you and you know I am always here for you,” Tonya shouted over the energetic crowd.
“You are a bad bitch, with your own money, a great career, and your own shit- period. I don’t hate Brandon, but it just seems like he is bringing you down instead of lifting you up like the queen you are and if someone else can do that, all I will say is don’t hesitate to close that chapter.”
Tonya, for the last year had worried for her friend. She knew there was a point that Desiree wanted things to work out between her and Brandon but from the outside looking in, she was the only one putting in work and that infuriated her.
On the other hand, she knew Desiree was beginning to feel Bobby, who, she had not met yet but knew from past conversations that, besides Desiree- he had a situation, so she did not want her friend to go from a bad situation to a worst one. However, she was happy that he was able to give her some happiness and sexual pleasure at least for the moment.
“I know you are, and I appreciate it,” Desiree said between sips of her strong vodka tonic.
“You know… I just want to date myself for a while. Of course, for the exception of having some benefits on the side,” Desiree laughed as she made the small clarification.
“I really like Bobby, but you know what I told you, he has baggage that I don’t want to help carry. He has that case still hanging over his head from that gun charge a year ago. He could be looking at five-years. And that Wonda chick might be carrying his child. I already have baby mama drama and I don’t want any more of that shit,” Desiree said, rolling her eyes.
“Bobby told me how he felt about me but I… I can’t get that wrapped up with him like that. Lord knows that man is fine as hell and the sex! Jesus help me!”
It was as if something had taken over her body as she spoke about her sexual relationship with Bobby.
Tonya enjoyed seeing that sparkle in her friend’s eyes as well as the beautiful smile that was stretched across her enchanting brown face. She knew her friend was strong and would make the right decision with Brandon as well as Bobby. She also knew her friend was not the one to have all her eggs in only one basket.
There was always a backup plan with Desiree, and she knew she would hear all about it very soon. For now, the two enjoyed each other’s conversation and company in the bustling restaurant before leaving the new hot spot.
Tonya promised her kids a movie night and Desiree had some personal and well overdue business to take care of back at home.
“What’s for dinner tonight?” Brandon called out the next evening while removing his shoes and placing his briefcase in its usual spot.
“Wait a minute. What’s going on here Desiree?” A confused Brandon asked as he scanned the group of suitcases lined at the bedroom door.
“You know what, I can’t wait to not have to hear that shit anymore as soon as you walk in the fuckin’ house. It is never a hello babe, I have missed you, babe, you need anything babe, or hell an even, I got dinner tonight babe let’s go out! It is always about you! BRANDON WINSTON and I am sick and damn tired of it!”
Desiree was livid yet again at Brandon’s first words as he walked through the door of her home. For the past three hours, she had packed every piece of his belongings and had them waiting for him to take wherever he pleased. The shock that covered his face was worth capturing on camera, but all Desiree wanted was for him to leave.
“Desiree, I… I don’t understand…”
“And that is the problem!” Desiree yelled, cutting him off before he could finish.
“You are choosing to not understand because I have been telling you how you have been making me feel for nearly a year! How your issues are negatively affecting me and this relationship! I don’t know who you are anymore Brandon! Furthermore, you refuse to take responsibility for your impotence and have the audacity to blame me for it! Well not anymore!”
As Desiree continued to yell, Brandon stood stupidly in the middle of the living room with wide eyes and his mouth dropped to the floor as if he were unable to process what was taking place.
“You sit on your ass all day when you are not at work and have yet to try to work on us! You never even try anymore to have sex or find help in that area. You never even want to cuddle anymore. What do you expect? For me to just sit here and please you while I am not being pleased? Sexually or any other kind of way?”
“Desiree I…,” Brandon began to say but his attempts to get a word in was useless at this point.
“Did you really believe that your game is that strong that I would just lay down and be a mat for you to wipe your shoes on? You got me fucked up Brandon! I loved you but I never needed you. Every day, the first word out of your mouth is what’s for dinner. Do you know how sick I am hearing that chauvinistic shit?!” Desiree continued to shout.
“Lord knows I have been trying with you but until you get off that pride shit and get some help- this right here is not working, and I refuse to waste any more time with you. I am tired and I have been unhappy for far too long with you. I can’t be the only one putting in work in this relationship so, you got to go. Now!”
“Desiree, I am sorry. Look, we can give it a try now. I just… I just need some time to get it up. What do you mean loved? You don’t love me anymore?”
Brandon was lost for words as he attempted to reach his hand out for Desiree, but she was not having it. This was all coming a little too late and furthermore, she knew it was not sincere.
Desiree was empty as she looked into his watery brown eyes while backing away from him with her hands raised- letting him know it was over. She realized at that moment that she no longer cared.
“You have to go Brandon. No need to try to get it up now. I am good in that area… I’ve been good. You stopped fucking me a long time ago. What did you think? I was just going without. And no, I no longer love you. Like I said, I have been out of love with you for some time now.”
Brandon looked pitiful as he walked the suitcases to his car. He never in a hundred years thought Desiree would ever part ways with him. In his mind, he figured that he was her man, and she would just be by his side as his woman regardless of what they may have been going through.
Sadly, for Brandon, he did have an extremely chauvinistic and narcissistic father who put those disgusting beliefs on his son at an incredibly young age and continued to put them in his head to the day he passed away nearly a year and a half ago.
At the beginning of his relationship with Desiree, Brandon hid who he truly was to reel her in. His father, however, unbeknownst to her told his son after meeting her that she was too independent and that he needed to put her in a woman’s place.
Afraid of his father and knowing that he could never tame Desiree, Brandon fictitiously told his father that he had handled her just like he had taught him to. Hearing her say that she no longer knew who he was anymore made him face a harsh reality because he had indeed turned back into his true self. The narcissist that his father had created.
Desiree however was not like most of the submissive women that he was used to, who would heed to his demands and beckoning calls. She was a strong woman and refused to disgrace herself that way. In the beginning she did do for him and pleased him because for her, that was the charming man that she fell in love with. She was not doing it because she was ordered to.
Saturday Morning 11:00 am…
“Yeah, and you should have seen his face when I told him that someone else was fucking me.”
“So, I guess that mean Bobby will be over soon, then, right? Or is he already over there?” Tonya joked as Desiree gave the play by play of the previous night’s events.
Although Tonya knew their relationship was about doomed, she was not expecting the news so soon but hearing the excitement in her friend’s voice she knew it was what she needed.
“Actually, I’m putting some space between Bobby and I for the moment. He just has too much shit going on and I don’t want to confuse our situation with something else,” Desiree explained as she topped off her drink with a perfectly cut lime.
“Situation?” Tonya asked. Confused at what her friend was getting at.
“Yeah, I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m feeling Bobby but between his court case, and oh yeah! That chick Wonda I told you about… he just found out the kid is his. Tonya, I just can’t, it’s too much,” Desiree said as she slowly mixed her morning mimosa.
“He has money, but I don’t think he has enough money to make all his problems go away. I mean with his court case and if he has a kid… well, that’s a whole different kind of financial responsibility,” Desiree laughed, uneasily to say the least as she took a seat on her extremely fancy velvet, tufted chaise lounge.
“Basically, I just don’t want him expecting me to chip in and help with anything. We have been super close for a while, and I just need to remind him that we are just kicking it with no strings or commitments attached.”
That was the thing about Desiree, she refused to be taken advantage of or tied down by anyone. She was a young and beautiful woman who was in the prime of her life. One day, she would focus on settling down but for now, she just wanted to have some fun and enjoy an exciting sex life while she was doing it.
Although she was feeling Bobby, she knew his money was getting tight and she was fully aware of what would eventually be asked of her if she stayed in the picture. The last thing she wanted to do was help support another grown man with problems that they brought on themselves.
“Hey girl, you are preaching to the choir. I don’t blame you at all! Unlike me, you are not tied down so there is nothing wrong with having some fun as long as you are safe doing it,” Tonya replied as she dipped her feet in the family’s beautiful sparkling pool.
“Speaking of fun,” Desiree said slyly.
“I’m meeting up with someone a little different tonight.”
“Different?” Tonya asked. Her voice filled with confusion.
“Well,” Desiree responded coyly.
“Her name is Sam. I met her about a week ago at Trader Joe’s on Washington Ave…”
“Wait, wait, wait! Don’t just try to keep on walking past the big ass elephant in the room,” Tonya laughed- cutting her friend off mid-sentence.
“Yes, her,” Desiree laughed.
“You know I used to dabble a little bit back in the day. Anyway, we had a great and I must say, an intriguing conversation in the coffee aisle, so we decided to exchange numbers,” Desiree explained nonchalantly before taking a sip of her tasty drink while enjoying keeping her friend in suspense.
“Tonya, when I tell you this is the most beautiful stud I have ever seen. I mean, she literally took my breath away when I saw her. And! She has a twin brother as well!”
As Desiree gave the 411 on her new love interest, Tonya could not help but admire her friend. Not only did she attract men, but she also attracted female attention as well.
As far as Tonya, she never had an interest in women, but she did not have any issues towards the LGBTQ+ community nor her friend being in a lesbian relationship if that was what she wanted.
One of her good friends was gay and she would do anything in the world for him and his husband. Homosexuality as far as Tonya was concerned was as normal as the different colors of skin.
“I just sent you a pic that I stole of her in the supermarket, let me know when you get it,” Desiree said excitedly.
“Damn… that’s a female or is that the twin damn brother? I’m not a lesbian or anything, but she is kind of sexy,” Tonya said, shocked at her own admission.
“I told you girl. She is fine as hell,” Desiree said as a smile crossed her moist lips.
“You can’t see her eyes, but she has the sexiest, bedroom gray eyes but it’s the hair that does something to me,” Desiree said- biting her lower lip as she thought about hopefully running her hands through Sam’s thick auburn locs.
“But are they her eyes or contacts? You know how our folks do trying to switch out their brown eyes for blue and gray ones,” Tonya laughed as she began to dry her feet.
“They are really hers; you know I asked and as a matter of fact… guess who is calling now! I will call you later girl!”
The Elephant in the Room…
Over the next thirty-minutes Sam and Desiree reacquainted themselves after meeting a week ago on the coffee aisle at Trader Joe’s. A meeting that somehow, turned from the best brand of coffee into the best kinky sex positions.
Initially, Desiree thought she was approaching a man because of the height and build of Sam but the closer she got to the captivating individual was when she realized the shocking truth. And the truth was, she was extremely interested in what she saw.
“So, are you coming over or what?” Sam asked in a very sexy and alluring voice while pouring herself a shot of Crown Royal.
There was no question that Desiree was going to use the address that Sam had text her earlier in the conversation, but she didn’t need to know that quite yet.
“I don’t know,” Desiree responded, her tone provocative.
“I was thinking about catching a quick nap. My clients today were a lot,” she lied as she let out a fictitious yawn.
“I have a bed; I promise you can rest all you need to at my place. Matter of fact, I have some pillows, some sheets and a duvet to keep you warm.”
As Sam continued to joke, Desiree was beginning to already feel warm inside from the thoughts of Sam’s tall, fit frame covering her small and slender body. Her mind however was also on one particular sex position that Sam called The Stretcher while at Trader Joe’s and she wanted to try it out as soon as possible.
“Ok, I will be over in two hours.”
There was no doubt as to what Desiree was coming over for as she stepped out of her home an hour and a half later dressed in a flawless, black, faux leather dress which tastefully revealed just the right amount of cleavage to make any mind wonder.
Her smooth, caramel brown skin smelled delicious and shimmered in the moonlight from the fragrant Fenty Beauty Lava Body Luminizer by Rihanna as she reached to open the door to her sleek, black Audi A5 Coupe.
The night was perfect and the sins that was taking place on the Vegas Strip could almost be heard from twelve miles away as she drove from her picturesque and secluded Westgate neighborhood located in Henderson Nevada, right outside of Las Vegas. Desiree thought about taking an Uber for the thirty-minute drive to Summerlin but decided that having a quick exit if necessary was the safest move.
The traffic on I-515 was busy as usual and her shoulder length, wavy black hair danced in the warm wind as she opened the panoramic sunroof before turning up Easy by DaniLeigh and Chris Brown while singing along to the sensual lyrics.
Let me catch a vibe, let’s just take our time. Just relax your mind and take it easy. Don’t have to decide, you do, I do, I. Don’t have to be mine, let’s take it easy.
As the navigation showed that she was nearing her destination her imagination began to race while a smile formed across her thin, shiny lips as the anticipation grew inside her.
“Turn right on Spruce Goose Street,” the soothing voice of the navigation directed as Desiree pulled into the elegant and illuminated downtown development. Tanager Apartments she mumbled to herself while taking in the breathtaking luxury apartment complex.
It was obvious from the area and the spectacular resort style living community that Sam was not strapped for money. Normally, she would have gone on a few dates with someone before going to their home, but there was something about Sam that made her lower her guards.
After knocking softly on the large door in front of her, Desiree exhaled slowly as she looked around the exquisite building.
“Damn… Please come in.”
Desiree knew in that moment why she did not hesitate to come over while also realizing why she had been so ready to get there. Time stood still for a while as she stared into Sam’s bedroom gray eyes while admiring her thick and beautiful auburn locs that were neatly tied back.
She exhaled softly before her gaze moved slowly to her beautiful, brown muscular arms as she held the door open. She wanted badly to rub Sam’s flat abdomen, which was covered with only a fitted, white wife beater that clung nicely to her, what seemed to be awfully expensive True Religion jeans.
“You are absolutely beautiful,” Sam said, also taken aback by how stunning Desiree looked.
“Thank you, you are not too bad on the eyes either,” Desiree replied while inhaling the wonderful scent of Christian Dior as Sam gave her a firm and suggestive hug before guiding her through the spotless apartment.
“Wow,” Desiree said as she looked around.
“I love this space,” she continued as she slowly walked through the spacious open kitchen; her four-inch, black, red-bottom stilettos tapping softly against the polished cherry hardwood floors with each movement.
“Thank you,” Sam said- flashing that perfect white smile that Desiree loved while getting two glasses from the beautiful dark brown cabinet.
Damn Desiree moaned while watching the muscles in Sam’s back flex as she pulled down the last glass. Desiree loved how her jeans draped perfectly over the tops of her Timberland boots. Her thuggish, yet smooth and neat urban vibe was enough to make any female wet.
Desiree’s body ached beneath her dress as she thought about her body in Sam’s arms when welcoming her hug only moments ago. She wanted badly to be back in her strong embrace, but she knew in due time all her needs would be fulfilled.
“What can I get you to drink sexy?” Sam asked as the ice dispensed from the large stainless-steel refrigerator.”
“Anything that you want to,” Desiree answered softly while taking in Sam’s perfectly chiseled, pecan-brown face, which was adorned with thick manicured eyebrows and a perfect set of dimples.
Her full lips made Desiree’s mind wander as she watched her tongue lick them slowly while approaching the floating island.
“To new beginnings,” Sam said while holding her glass mid-way in the air.
“To new beginnings,” Desiree repeated.
“Oh my god! You were a model?! I can’t believe you stopped!” Desiree yelled nearly an hour and three drinks later as the two lounged like old friends on the large plush sofa.
The mood was cozy and sexy as SZA’s soulful hit Good Days played softly over the Bluetooth speakers in the dimly lit living room.
“Yeah, I uh… I don’t know, it just got to be too much,” Sam said while repositioning herself.
“That’s a whole different world, but I still do a little work here and there,” she continued, her voice sultry and her eyes heavy.
“So, that’s why you keep this up so well huh?” Desiree asked coyly as she moved closer and placed her small hand on Sam’s tight abdomen.
“Mm-hmm…,” Sam moaned as she laid further back in the couch as a devilish smile crossed her lips.
“That’s not the only reason why I keep my shit tight though,” Sam said as she placed her hand on Desiree’s exposed thigh.
“Damn you soft,” Sam said softly as she watched Desiree slowly undue the large leather belt on her dress.
Both women were tipsy off good liquor and were enjoying the energy between them. There was an obvious attraction at Trader Joe’s, and it had only deepened during their time together tonight.
“Is this what you want,” Desiree asked as she opened her dress- revealing the sexy black lingerie that lie beneath.
“That’s exactly what I want,” Sam replied, her voice smooth and low as she pulled Desiree onto her lap while caressing her thick, round ass.
Desiree was weak to Sam’s prowess as her body gave in to each demand. Nothing else mattered in that moment than feeling Sam’s warm skin against hers. As Body by Summer Walker played softly in the background, Desiree ran her hands through Sam’s thick locs while slowly sucking on her warm tongue that was now exploring her accepting mouth.
She could feel her pussy getting wet as she grinded against Sam’s rock-hard abdomen. This woman was amazing, and Desiree was enjoying every minute of her presence. Every warm touch from Sam’s large hands sent waves of euphoria through Desiree’s hypersensitive body as the seductive music continued to set the intimate mood.
“Damn you wet…” Sam moaned as she slowly slid Desiree’s panties aside and placed two fingers in her moist hole.
The sounds that escaped her mouth was nothing less than satisfaction as she fucked Sam while adjusting on her lap. Slowly and firmly Desiree grinded on Sam’s hand causing her long fingers to go even deeper within her walls.
“Sam…,” Desiree moaned as Sam widened her legs; causing Desiree’s to spread further also to allow for an even deeper penetration as she straddled her.
“Oh, my fuckin’ God…,‘ Desiree whimpered as she looked into Sam’s low eyes that showed nothing but lust.
Pleasure washed through her body like a wave as Sam’s warm mouth covered her breast while her expert fingers continued to stroke her pussy until she came hard. Desiree’s body moved wildly on Sam’s lap as she clinched the long locs that she imagined in her hand’s only hours ago.
Low, seductive grunts filled the air as Desiree continued to squeeze Sam’s cream covered fingers, her body refusing to let them go.
“You’re mine tonight,” Sam whispered while effortlessly lifting Desiree up and into her embrace before kissing her passionately as she walked slowly into her lavish bedroom.
The candlelit room was cool, and the relaxing scent of lavender filled the air causing her body to loosen in Sam’s arms almost instantly. Sam’s lips were sweet with a hint of liquor still on them and Desiree could not seem to get enough as she devoured every piece of them that she could.
“I can fuck yo little sexy self all night,” Sam moaned between kisses as she lowered Desiree’s nearly naked body into an amazingly comfortable and unique seat on the other side of the room.
“Wha… what’s this?” Desiree asked, confusion filling her voice as she felt around in the dark, trying to figure out what was happening as the sleek seat seemed to move beneath her.
“Shhh…,” Sam whispered before moving away.
Even if Desiree wanted to get up, she couldn’t because of how relaxed her body was but the fact of the matter was, she wanted to be exactly where she was. Her pussy began to throb at the anticipation of what was to come next. She could hear Sam, but she could not clearly see her, and this excited her.
“Shit…,” Desiree groaned as she felt her panties being removed before her left ankle was placed in some sort of strap. And then her right. It was as if she was floating in the air with her legs wide and bonded.
“Whose is it?”
Sam’s low and tipsy voice sent chills through Desiree. It was as if she was being sexually taunted and it was electrifying.
“It’s all yours Sam. Yes…,” Desiree purred as she felt Sam’s strong, warm hand on hers before placing it in a contraption slightly above her head and locking it in place before doing the same to the right one.
As her eyes began to adjust to the dimly lit room Desiree realized that she was almost eye to eye with Sam, who was now standing closely in front of her with a devilish smile on her gorgeous face.
“Damn right it’s mine,” Sam said seductively as she pulled the wife beater over her head.
Hunger filled Desiree’s eyes after realizing what she was in while admiring Sam’s exquisite physique. It was obvious from her body and the way her long, full auburn locs draped over her bare shoulders, why the modeling world fought over her. Her look was beyond sexy- she was spellbinding.
“You like what you see?” Sam asked devilishly as she slowly walked closer between Desiree’s wide legs, her wet pussy now pressed against her bare abdomen. Her body shuddered as her erect clit grazed each tight muscle.
“Fuck!” Desiree could not help but yell out as Sam effortlessly slid her eight-inch, thick and incredibly realistic dick deep inside her.
“Yes!” Desiree cried out as Sam slowly walked even closer, causing her dick to disappear inside of her.
This satisfying and unexpected treat had taken Desiree completely off guard. She knew Sam had tricks but this one had to be the best of all. She could feel her pussy throb as it received every hard inch of Sam.
Desiree wanted badly to touch Sam’s sweet brown skin as she fucked her in mid-air. Her body was fully submitted to Sam, who was stroking her pussy with the precision of a hammer hitting a nail.
The feel of her warm strong hands controlling her hips was almost too much to handle.
“Damn that pussy sound good,” Sam moaned in her ear as the sounds of cream filled the room.
Desiree could not stop cumming on Sam’s massive dick as wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure raced through her entire being.
“Uhhh!” Sam grunted as she repeatedly pulled Desiree and the seat closer to her; filling her completely with her dick before pushing her slowly back while watching as Desiree’s fat, wet pussy lips slowly backed off her long member.
Liquid spewed everywhere as Desiree bounced wildly in the chair. She had never squirted before, but she loved every minute of it.
“Damn baby… you’re doing something to me…”
Desiree’s limp body was in sexual overload as Sam backed away. Her eight-inch cock glistened with Desiree’s sweet nectar and with each flicker of the candles Sam could see the gaping pink hole as Desiree’s wetness poured down her inner thighs.
“Can’t let that go to waste,” Sam said as she gently began to loosen Desiree’s arms and legs, and before she could catch her breath Sam had each of her legs across her broad shoulders while lifting her gaping hole to her hungry mouth and sucked slow.
It was as if the chair complied to each position, it was put in as Desiree arched her back for Sam’s experienced tongue to reach deeper while holding on to the arms of the soft leather contraption.
“Eat it baby… Eat that pussy…,” Desiree purred as she held Sam’s head firmly in place.
“Ummm,” was the only sounds coming from Sam as she licked, sucked, and swallowed every drip of cum that Desiree fed her skillful mouth while standing in the middle of her cozy love den until both were exhausted and drained.
The next morning Desiree realized that the two had somehow made it into Sam’s soft king-sized bed. As the morning sun peaked through the cracked blinds, she was able to get her first glance at Sam’s beautifully laid out bedroom.
Her taste was certainly exquisite and as Sam began to stir Desiree caught a glimpse at the mystery chair on the other side of the large room. This was another first for her- a sex chair, but it certainly would not be the last and certainly not the last with Sam.
The outline of Sam’s naked body beneath the cover was too much torture, she needed to see this beautiful specimen in the light. Inch by inch she pulled the thick duvet away until her six-foot-two-inch, athletic body was revealed.
Damn this woman is sexy she thought to herself as she began to rub her toned back.
“Damn, morning sexy. How long have you been up?” A sleepy Sam asked as she turned over to face Desiree.
“Morning handsome. I haven’t been up long, sorry if I woke you,” Desiree said, her voice low voice as she stroked Sam’s attractive face.
“Nah, you didn’t wake me,” Sam smiled as she kissed Desiree softly on the lips.
“I had fun with you last night,” Desiree said as she looked intently into Sam’s low gray eyes.
“I had fun with you too. I’m glad you came over. So, like I told you at Trader Joe’s… that stretcher will have you calling my name all night,” she said playfully between kisses as her hand brushed Desiree’s still swollen pussy.
“Shut up and get me some coffee!” Desiree squealed as she playfully hit Sam on her back as she sat up in the bed.
As the two enjoyed their Columbian blend coffee Desiree noticed something that she had not the night before.
“Your brother is as gorgeous as you are,” Desiree said after noticing a picture on a nearby floating shelf.
“Yeah, that’s my ace… Stephen,” Sam responded.
“As a matter of fact, I’m supposed to be calling him today to give him some advice on a relationship issue he’s having,” Sam continued.
“Well, if you need some advice on how to advise him just let me know,” Desiree laughed.
“After all, that’s what I do every day… deal with relationships. What’s his deal?” Desiree asked as she sipped the aromatic hot drink.
“The usual,” Sam responded with a hint of aggravation in her voice.
“Another boy problem.”
“Oh wow, he’s gay too?”
“Very!” Sam laughed as she watched the surprised expression cross Desiree’s face.
“But I don’t know, I’m just not feeling this cat… he’s…,” Sam stammered as she tried to find her words.
“Well, first of all, his ass is on the down low. He’s fucking my brother’s back out but can’t admit that he is gay. But, aside from that he’s just… off. Real needy and a bit controlling.” Sam explained before blowing across the top of her steaming mug.
“Well, just from that alone it sounds like your brother can do better.”
“Oh, believe me I don’t play when it comes to my brother. I will have his ass dealt with if Stephan doesn’t deal with him- but first, I’m going to try to convince bro to at least kick Brandon out his crib. Muthafucka has been there about a week now.”
It was as if everything suddenly paused. It couldn’t be Desiree thought to herself as she nearly choked on her coffee.
“How long have they been seeing each other,” she asked, curiosity now filling her voice.
“I think on and off for about a year now. Dude is secretive too. My brother doesn’t really know anything about him after all this time other than his last name. Winston or some shit.”
Desiree could not believe her ears as the realization hit her. It was almost exactly a year ago when the couple began to experience problems in their relationship. He had been cheating on her with a man for nearly half of their relationship!
That muthafucka Desiree thought angrily to herself while trying to keep her composer in front of Sam. Everything clicked in place; it was not that Brandon was impotent. Instead, he was living a lie with her the entire time and maybe even with his baby’s mother years before her. Brandon, as Desiree was now finding out was gay so it was no wonder why he could no longer get aroused by her.
Desiree was in complete shock and livid at the thought that he had wasted her time and had been living a down low life for God knows how long. It disgusted her that he had put her health at risk from his secret sexual escapades so getting tested was now the priority on her to-do list.
However, she had fallen out of love with him a long time ago and could care less who he was fucking. The only thing was, he was now fucking with someone who she was now growing feelings for and that was going to be a problem.
Everything made total sense, the only reason why he even dealt with women was because of his chauvinistic father. Brandon could have never been who he truly was when he was alive but as it seemed, shortly after his passing must have been when he felt free enough to dive into his own kinky kravings.
“I have something to tell you,” Desiree said as she kissed Sam gently on the lips.
“But before I do… I want some more of that stretcher,” she said seductively as she placed the empty cup on the nearby table before climbing into Sam’s strong hold.
Over the next few months, the beautiful couple decided to officially start dating and after Sam disclosed everything to her brother that Desiree told her about Brandon’s and her relationship, he was speechless but was now able to make a clear decision on what needed to be done.
As it turned out, Stephen never knew anything about Brandon’s six-year-old son Braxton nor the fact that he ever indulged in heterosexual relationships. After seeing the kind of man Brandon truly was, he was sent packing yet again.
As for Desiree, her kinky kravings were being satisfied daily with the one person that seemed to have what it took to make her settle down maybe once and for all.
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