1. Side Chicks? #2
It always was amazing. Mark was the most attentive partner that I’d ever had and I’d hit the jackpot with him. He knew how to eat a woman out and he had alarming stamina.
“We aren’t done for the night babe,” He informed me.
I nodded, “I know.”
“Good. I can’t wait to rock your world all night long.”
I knew he meant it. With Mark, I could always have the guarantee of a good time. I pulled his face closer to mine and kissed him again.
“Maybe this time I’ll have some wine.”
Mark leapt up out of bed and bowed before me dramatically.
“I want you on all fours and covered in oil by the time I get back. Wine is a reward for good girls.”
“Yes sir,” I giggled.
Mark left the room and I went to his drawer of sex toys.
Well our drawer. Each of his girls had a drawer in his bedroom and we weren’t supposed to open any of the others.
I was more than happy to agree to that. I smiled and opened out drawer.
The mango flavored massage oil and lubricant was half-way finished.
I took it out. That was my favorite one.
When I’d first met Mark, I’d been worried about his ability to “handle” a strong black woman like me and really, the mango flavored lube should have been a tip off.
I rubbed my buttocks and my thighs and my pussy with the lube and presented myself on all fours on Mark’s bed.
I imagined the look of desire on his face when he walked into the room and saw me with my pussy exposed for him and only him.
I know Mark loved that feeling — the feeling like he could own every bit of you.
And when he got all possessive like that, well he knew how to make a girl scream his name all night long.
I heard Mark walk into the room and he sucked in air real fast.
“Damn.”
I tried to glance back over my ass, checking out the view over my perfectly arched back.
“Why don’t you get on over here?” I encouraged him.
Mark didn’t need to hear me say it twice.
He set the wine glasses down and hustled over to bed.
He stripped down to nothing and slipped a condom onto his dick.
Considering our “arrangement” we all had to present STD testing every four months and we always used protection. This time was no different.
I double checked with Mark to see he was wearing a condom and then I allowed him to slide his dick up against my entrance. I braced myself.
Mark began to slide his dick inside me slowly.
The tingling and stretching sensation between my legs was one I should’ve gotten used to.
Still, fitting Mark’s dick inside me was hard.
I gasped for breath and Mark gripped my hips as he slid the rest of his big long dick inside me.
I moaned as my tightness grew accustomed to Mark’s invading member.
His dick was huge and every time we had an encounter like this, it took me a while to adjust to his thick, perfect member.
Once Mark’s hardness was fully embedded inside me, he began to thrust his hips in and out of my pussy repeatedly.
The first few strokes were nice and deep, causing me to cry out in the perfect mixture of pain and pleasure.
When Mark’s hardness had adjusted to the tight heat between my legs, he began to plunge into me harder and faster. I moaned and moaned as Mark smacked my ass cheeks and drove his cock deep into my pussy.
“Oh yes! Harder! Harder!” I moaned as Mark began to ram into me even deeper.
I could hear his breathing getting shallow and we were both working up a big sweat. I could feel tightening in my core and throbbing in my pussy as I approached a large orgasm from his invading member.
“Don’t stop! Take me!”
Mark grunted, “Oh yeah babe, oh yeahhh. Whose pussy is this?”
I whimpered, “It’s yours… It’s yours baby…”
“Oh yeah…” Mark grunted.
He began to pound into me harder and harder. I could feel his strong masculine hands gripping my hips powerfully as he prepared to cum. He took his thumb and began to massage my asshole as he drove his dick deep inside me.
“Ohhh,” I moaned.
“Take it babe… Take my big dick…” He grunted.
I threw my hips back and began to thrust back against Mark’s dick. He pummeled my wetness until a squirting sound began to echo through the room with each thrust. He was just about to erupt into my wetness. I could feel his cock stiffening as he got ready to explode.
The expansion of his stiffening cock caused another climax to reverberate through my body.
I screamed and began to writhe beneath Mark as he plunged into me, grunting like a feral animal.
I moaned as my release brought me near the brink of unconsciousness.
Mark groaned and began to slow down his strokes.
I began to slowly twist my hips around his dick, trying to edge him close to release.
Mark grunted and then released. He trembled with the force of his climax and then pulled out of me. He pulled out and disposed of the condom while I collapsed from the intensity of pleasure I’d just experienced. Mark toweled off and as always, he brought back a warm towel to clean me off.
As he moved the towel between my legs my thighs tingled with the aftershock of the towel and my flesh’s instinctive reaction to the warmth. Mark moved the towel aside and climbed into bed next to me, letting out a long loud sigh as he did so.
“Now that was incredible,” He muttered.
“Yeah,” I mumbled.
Mark leaned over and kissed me, “We can go for round two in a bit.”
“Round two?”
I was hopeful. Mark nodded and kissed me on the cheek.
I lay in his arms for a few moments and wondered why I never realized things could be so simple.
Well, in a way they were complicated, but on nights like this everything just felt easy.
I didn’t have to wonder about Mark, or what kind of man he was.
I didn’t have to ruin the joy of our love-making with drama or fury.
I could just be here in the arms of my not-quite-boyfriend after enjoying some of the best sex of my life. We fell asleep before we got to round two. Round one had been more than enough to fuel a complete night of sleep.
The next morning, I left Mark’s after we had breakfast together and went to work. Yes, you heard me right. I went in to work on a Saturday. I had a spare change of clothes at Mark’s place and I changed into a crisp pencil skirt and a white button down.
I wore the heels Mark gave me.
When I walked into work, I felt as good as I looked.
I could feel the security guards who worked in my building eyeing my butt as I swiped my card and walked into work.
Too bad I didn’t look twice at ‘em. I wouldn’t have balked at dating a security guard on any day of the week.
As I said, I make my own paper. But all men had become uninteresting to me except Mark.
What happened between me and Mark was uncomplicated thanks to his honesty. And that was a nice feeling.
I was working on Saturday thanks to my boss — the CEO of our company, Oliver Weston.
We were about to close a big merger and he had all of us working our asses off to make the deal.
I had just done a big presentation on the numbers for our last quarter and Oliver insisted that we have two final meetings with the board before signing anything.
I thought we should just sign the damn papers and get it over with.
But Oliver was stubborn; he was one of these stubborn white guys who thinks that he knows everything.
He wanted to renegotiate the deal so we could pay less and get more.
I guess those are the calls people like Oliver make.
I crunch the numbers, he makes the power plays.
I had all day before the meeting to reformat my presentation and to run through some of the statements from accounting.
Compared to being in bed with Mark, this was hard.
Really hard. My assistant Dawn came hustling into my office five minutes late, balancing my cup of coffee and file folders chock full of invoices from downstairs.
“You’re late,” I said to her.
“I’m sorry ma’am,” She replied shyly.
I smiled at her, letting her know that it was alright.
“What kind did you get me?”
“Sugar-free hazelnut latte with almond milk.”
“You know me well.”
“Yes ma’am.”
“I hate when you call me ma’am,” I sighed, “It makes me feel old.”
Dawn lowered her gaze and mumbled an apology. I knew she couldn’t help it. She was a Southern girl and to her, ma’am was respect. To me, it was just a reminder that I was about to creep past thirty-five. If I thought about that for too long, I could reach my breaking point.
Dawn sat down across from my desk.
“Is there anything I need to get done this morning?”
I sighed and looked over at Dawn. Oliver insisted I get an assistant but half the time I didn’t know what to do with her. Oliver still thinks I have trouble letting go control of a project. I think that’s what makes me good at my job.
I gave Dawn a list of things to do and set her free.
Then I got back to work. Oliver was obsessive about this deal and he had us all pulling long hours.
I couldn’t wait to be done with all of it.
I loved my job most of the time. The perks were insane and my mind has always just been good with numbers.
But when we got down to the brass tacks like this and had to spend hours and hours putting the office first, I felt myself craving a six week vacation — the kind Oliver knew I’d never dare take.
With Dawn out of my way for the morning, I began crunching the numbers. I was in a trance as I ran data projections through our program and then called accounting to ask for their data. It was time consuming and mind-numbing, the opposite of a night with Mark.
When work got just too boring for me, I’d always find my mind wandering off to Mark. I’d always spend my time thinking about what it had last been like to taste his lips or to feel his warm body pressing on top of me. I crossed my legs and squirmed in my seat.
Focus…