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- Volume IX, Issue I - 004 May 06
constant
craving
Outside it was a blistering winter’s day in
Manhattan
.
According to the weatherman, Al Roker, today would be the coldest day of
the year. Inside though,
Tara
was seated in her cubicle experiencing extreme
seasonal changes from fall to winter and now summer’s warmth was giving her
heat strokes from the pulsating sun throbbing between her legs.
For the past hour, Juan from the mailroom had found a reason to deliver
material to
Tara
’s row that she
didn’t even need, but it was his childish way of flirting with her. Everyone
knew that Juan had the hots for her, but
Tara
had let him know that she was happy with her man.
That news didn’t deter Juan in the slightest. Truth be told,
Tara
enjoyed Juan’s
harmless flirtations, and it took her mind off the fact that her fiancée
hadn’t touched her for the last six months.
He claimed to be a born again Christian, and because ‘God wouldn’t be
happy with their nightly fornicating’
Warren
had decided to shut
off the dick supply.
Tara
loved her man dearly
and wanted to be supportive of her man’s newfound faith. After all, there were
worse things a man could be addicted to besides the Lord. He wasn’t out there
hanging out, gambling, doing drugs or chasing women so she didn’t have much to
complain about except the fact that everyday for the last six months she lived
in a constant state of arousal and her needs were going unfulfilled. Before he
found Jesus, Warren and Tara had a sex life that porn stars would envy and his
new ‘saved’ buddies would say a thousand Hail Marys until they were blue in
the face if they knew how freaky Brother Warren could be.
The more your body knows it will not be getting what it wants the more it
craves it Tara found herself absently thinking as she read another hot email
from Juan.
Juan’s emails were innocent at first, but behind
every compliment from a man is a master plan of how to separate a woman from her
panties. The exact intent of his
heart fluttering smile, compliments that make you wonder who in the hell is this
man talking about; it’s all a well conceived high level plan to induce you
into riding his cock into the sunset. Knowledge
doesn’t always equal caution and so
Tara
continued to dangle in
front of Juan what she knew he craved for the most, her sun-ripened sweet peach
pussy.
He was no longer satisfied with being discreet in his
need to remove her from her panties, and every time he pushed the mail cart down
her aisle she avoided his stare. If she looked at him,
Tara
knew she would be
unable to keep her eyes from diverting to the bulge that always seemed present
between his legs. The moistness
between her legs was beginning to ache so much that she started to bring spare
panties to work just in case she came on herself.
She was a Gusher. When
Tara
had an orgasm she
would wet the entire bed, and the last thing in the world she wanted was for her
co-workers to witness her in all her orgasmic glory. She read a story recently
on the Internet about a woman who couldn’t control her orgasms and would have
them anywhere, anytime. The thought of that ever happening to her filled
Tara
with horror, and Juan
wasn’t making it any easier on her. His
latest text message to her cell phone included a picture attachment of his cock
that almost made
Tara
gasp out loud at how thick and long it was. There was no way this could
be real she convinced herself and deleted the picture from her phone but not
before taking another long hungry look at it. She was behaving like a schoolgirl
messing around with Juan who was seven years her junior. Ask for trouble and you
will get it was what her mother always told her when Tara was fifteen and had
discovered the power she had over boys and grown men.
At thirty-two,
Tara
was still childless
and she had always taken great care of her body.
Her washboard stomach had taken literally years of constantly being in
the gym and as a result her legs were fit and accentuated by a killer pear
shaped ass that made heads turn wherever she went.
A few years ago she had decided to go natural and put her hair in dreads,
and now they were long enough to reach her shirt collar.
Warren loved her dreads, but now that he had been hanging with his Holy
Rolling Brothers he was making seemingly innocent comments that maybe she should
try a different look.
Tara
read in between his
words that the HRBs were whispering in his ear that dreads weren’t becoming of
the future wife of a saved brother. Home
was becoming the last place she wanted to be these days. Home should be a
sanctuary where you feel loved and at peace, but she wasn’t getting fucked
like she had grown accustomed to, and she had the distinct impression that
Warren was on the cusp of asking her to make some radical changes in her life to
accommodate his newfound faith. It
was just a matter of time before he asked her to join him in his daily prayer
sessions with his new saved by God brothers and sisters. To appease him,
Tara
had gone to a few
prayer meetings but she wasn’t really feeling the vibe of the church so she
stopped going. There seemed to be an undercurrent of bourgeois ness to the group
that she didn’t really care for. Suddenly, since God made a cameo appearance
in their lives, which is always a good thing; the members of
Warren
’s group walk around
as if their shit didn’t stink like regular black folks’. They’ve just
gotten better perfumes to hide the stench, but their shit still stunk and the
only difference is now they hid behind their religion to mask their disdain for
the less fortunate people in the community. She had hoped that
Warren
would see through
their phoniness and come to his senses, but he was enjoying being called Brother
Warren far too much to stop now. Something
had to give and whatever it was,
Tara
had the uneasy feeling
that she would end up the loser.
The sound of Juan’s voice whispering in her ear
startled
Tara
back to reality. She quickly
looked around to see if anyone had seen him, but everyone in her aisle had left
for lunch except for Ms. Cohen, an elderly Jewish lady who sat all the way to
the front. Confident that no one had
seen this latest brazen flirtation by Juan,
Tara
relaxed and turned
around in her seat to face him. His
ever-present bulge was directly in her line of vision, and for a brief crazy
moment
Tara
felt the shocking urge to unzip his loose fitting jeans and release his
anaconda into her mouth. The thought
made
Tara
blush and her light
skin filled with shades of red. Juan
noticed the sudden change and read the situation correctly, and without missing
a beat he playfully thrust his crotch towards her face to dangle what he now
knew she was constantly craving. The shift in power could be felt by both of
them. That one look from
Tara
balanced the playing
field. She craved to feel his cock
in her hungry, thirsty pussy. It had been too long since she had been put on a
dick diet against her wishes and she prayed to find the strength to resist
Juan’s urgent advances. Her pussy was losing weight and only a thick cock
could feed her to get her pussy’s weight back to its normal plumpness.
Juan was a pretty Spanish boy, and normally Tara
wouldn’t have given him a second look. There
was a street confidence about him that she admired and was drawn to it.
He strutted around the office as if he was God’s gift to women, and in
his own childish way he was quite amusing. In her younger days she had fucked
boys like Juan and always came away disappointed, unsatisfied and hornier than
ever. Men usually never learn this
lesson that the more you give a woman, the more she’s willing to give you
without you ever having to ask for it. It’s just in their natures to be givers
and mothers, but men are selfish in their needs and can’t see pass their own
orgasm. Sex then becomes a chore, and not the mutual exchange of pleasure to be
enjoyed by both parties.
“You know I’m going to fuck you,” Juan had
whispered in
Tara
’s ear when he snuck
up on her. The boldness of youth to
think he would be getting any of this sweet stuff that hadn’t been tasted in
months made
Tara
smile as Juan walked
away. She knew Juan was a player,
and it didn’t matter much to him that
Tara
hadn’t taken his bait as yet.
He would be getting some pussy from somewhere else in the meantime.
Men called this Reserve Pussy. It’s always available until Desired
Pussy comes through. Women have their version of this also called AMEX Dick,
there’s no limit to the pleasures this dick will bring, and when it’s not
available they settle for Bank Card dick which at any moment could come up empty
and leave you high and dry. Right
now
Tara
was getting No Good
Dick, and it was about to drive her fucking crazy.
Her pussy was whispering to her again that it needed to be filled or else
there would be hell to pay. For the
rest of the day Tara tried to keep her mind free from the thought of dick, but
everything around her seemed to be dick oriented: someone eating a banana, a
spam email advertising Viagra and the UPS and Fedex men weren’t looking too
bad right about now. If her
co-workers could read her mind they would think that she was a slut for
indulging in the fantasies that were now constantly occupying her mind.
Tara
picked up her purse
and headed to the restroom to try and compose her thoughts. The restroom was
located on a separate floor, and she hated going there alone because it was
always deserted and seemed kind of creepy.
The restroom was huge and was even outfitted with a
leather couch, and after lightly touching up her face, putting on some perfume,
Tara laid down on the couch and allowed her mind and body to relax.
Her phone vibrating in her purse soon disturbed her temporary state of
peace. It was pretty boy Juan
texting her that he had a special delivery that was hard and ready to be dipped
in her hot cum juices. This little
boy doesn’t know that I will hurt his young ass and send him back to sucking
his mommy’s titties Tara laughed to herself as she fingered her celly to
return his text message. That
familiar ache in her pussy was throbbing all throughout her pussy walls like a
migraine about to explode. Without
even thinking,
Tara
texted Juan, “I’m
in the bathroom…come and fuck me.”
Tara stood in the middle of the of the bathroom
watching herself in the mirror, and she felt like a feather being violently
tossed around in the throes of an out of control hurricane.
Her body was on fire struck by the match of desire and lust.
Her panties were soaked right through with her juices. She was unashamed
in her need to feel desirable and to lose control to a man she barely knew, but
hoped that right now all of his talk wasn’t hype, and he wasn’t a little boy
playing at being a man. She just
might have to cut him if he was one of those men who couldn’t fuck worth a
damn. Before she got too far ahead of herself Tara watched the door anxiously to
see if Juan would have to balls to show up and do to her what he had promising
for months-to fuck the shit out of her.
Five minutes passed and Juan hadn’t shown up as
yet. Feeling bitterly disappointed and cheap at having thrown herself at him,
Tara
got ready to leave and
that’s when she heard the door to the bathroom swinging open.
“You took too long, sorry ass,” she blurted
before he could say anything. She tried pushing past him but he blocked her
path. She was angry that she found herself in this position of letting a man
have power over her body, but craved to be held and penetrated in a way that was
almost criminal. Her body was on fire and
Tara
wanted to feel the
touch of a man owning her body and letting her know she was desirable.
In her mind she knew that she was, but she needed to know in her heart
that she still had what it took to turn a man on and his dick hard. After all,
her husband had somehow resisted having sex with her for the last six months.
How can any straight man resist a naked sexy woman with a dripping pussy laying
inches away from him? The thought infuriated
Tara
even more as she tried
in vain to push past Juan. She raised her hand to slap him, but he caught it on
the way down. In one motion he wrapped his free hand around her waist and
roughly pulled her into his body. His chest was massive and
Tara
felt its strength
through his shirt. He scented of
sweat and Eternity,
Tara
’s favorite cologne. She
wasn’t going to wait for Juan to take the lead this time. This was her moment
and she was in control. Even though he was at least eight inches taller than her
she would be the aggressor. She wrapped both arms around his neck and pulled his
head down to kiss him. There was no resistance in Juan, his lips met hers and
when heat collides, sparks will fly. Juan
lifted her off the ground and they continued kissing as they made their way back
into the bathroom in front of the sinks and mirrors.
The heat of his kiss breathed hot oxygen into her body that at any minute
Tara
thought she might burst into flames.
Six months of no sex, she was going to make Juan regret stepping into
this bathroom.
Not wasting any time at all, Juan unbuttoned her
blouse to reveal her erect nipples protruding through her black laced bra.
With fingers of a seasoned professional, Juan unclasped the hooks of her
bra and
Tara
’s 38C breasts were
fully exposed to his hungry eyes. Her nipples were the size of nickels and thick
like the African women in those National Geographic specials and swayed softly
like a feather caught in an inadvertent breeze. Juan’s tongue anchored them as
he greedily sucked on her left nipple, the most sensitive one. A soft cry
escaped
Tara
’s lips and her knees
buckled as she felt the impending waves of a powerful orgasm gaining momentum
behind her throbbing pussy walls. Juan
was listening to her body and using his lips and fingers to find the right
rhythm to release
Tara
’s passion. He was sucking and gently biting her nipples just the way
she loved it, and often wished
Warren
would do the same. She
would always cry out as if in pain and this would make him stop even after she
reassured him that it was sweet pain and she loved it. Juan didn’t care if she
was in pain or not. All he wanted to do was fuck her without any regards to how
she was feeling. That’s all she wanted right now: no words of love or caring
just a thick hard shaft dipping in and out of her wetness.
Juan had found her other weak spot, her neck. He bit her softly but she
breathed in his ears to bite her harder.
Tara
was swimming in a sea
of hypnotic passion and she urged Juan to have his way with her.
“Do what you said you were gonna do, fuck me
like you own me.”
The thirst in
Tara
’s pussy was so
powerful that she didn’t even try to stop the warm juices that had flowed
undeterred down her shaved pussy and along her inner thighs. The warmth of it
trickling down her legs turned her on even more.
Through her skirt Juan palmed her ass as if he was testing the ripeness
of a pair of cantaloupes. Upon finding them to his liking he delved deeper to
extract its sweetness nestled between her chocolate thighs. Before he could
insert a finger inside of her,
Tara
stopped him. After so many months of being dick
deprived, the first thing she wanted to feel inside of her was a dick and not a
finger. She was naked in the ladies
restroom and more turned on than she had been in her entire life. She didn’t
care if someone walked through the bathroom door right now. It wouldn’t stop
her from having what she had been constantly craving for the last six months.
Juan’s erection was still trapped in his jeans.
Tara
caressed his erection
through his jeans fabric and felt it growing in size with each hand stroke. She
undid his belt allowing his pants to fall to the floor, and she followed it
down, falling to her knees. The black tiles were cold against her knees but that
didn’t register in
Tara
’s mind. Above her head was a thing of beauty
bobbing back and forth across her face, heavy with the weight of its girth
casting a shadow over her face. The boy was hung. Using both hands,
Tara
wrapped them around
his penis and started to manipulate his shaft. Juan was moaning so loudly that
anyone passing outside would hear him, but his pleasure was turning
Tara
on so much that she
wanted to please him even more. Her lips, moist from licking them in
anticipation of sucking Juan’s cock lightly touched his pulsating cock head,
and she sucked it like a baby trying to get milk from a bottle. His knees
buckled at the strength of her lips, and he too fell to his knees. Tara bent her
head lower; her ass rose in the air, she lifted his erection and took both of
his black balls in her mouth. She felt the shudder of excitement race through
Juan’s body as she licked and ran her tongue all over them. He was impatient
and tried to steer her head back to his cock. She was hungry to be fed so she
let him guide it into her mouth.
Tara
couldn’t believe she was on the bathroom floor with Juan’s cock in
her mouth and behaving like a whore. She suddenly had the thought again that
someone could walk into the bathroom and catch her in this compromising
position. The thought turned
Tara
on even more and she took Juan’s entire erection
into her mouth hungrily devouring it. She had forgotten how it felt to have a
man’s pulsating cock in her mouth and having complete control of his body.
Juan struggled to stay composed, but with
Tara
’s cock sucking
skills the effort was futile. Unable
to wait any longer he lifted her off the floor, turned her around to look at
them in the mirror, and he disappeared below her waist.
Her shaved pussy was moist and heat emanated from it. Juan swore if he
stayed there for at least an hour he would have gotten a suntan. He bit into her
ass like it was a red delicious apple and
Tara
moaned her approval by
thrusting her ass into his face. Juan burrowed his face between
Tara
’s heated ass cheeks
and licked everywhere that his tongue could reach.
He lifted her slightly off the ground and she came down with her clit
between his lips. Her legs were
shaking uncontrollably and her orgasm was pounding at her pussy walls trying to
break free, but
Tara
clenched her vagina muscles and held it at bay-at least for now.
Juan had regained control in this seesaw battle as
Tara
whimpered, moaned and cried all in the same breath.
Juan’s lips closed on her clitoris and
Tara
was awash in lust and
passion. He was literally sucking her brains from her body and making her
stupid. She had underestimated the
prowess of this ‘little boy’ as she had so dismissively called him, but
before she crowned him king and allowed him into her hidden treasure; he would
have to prove that he could go the distance.
The room appeared to be spinning for a second as Juan
got up from the floor and used the sink to brace himself.
Tara turned around and her lips were attached to Juan’s cock again, and
she seemed to be talking to it but he couldn’t be sure.
He was still in disbelief that he was fucking the finest girl in the
company in the bathroom. His boys wouldn’t believe him when he told them that
he had fucked Tara Gordon, the Black Princess as she was called by all of them.
He would need some sort of proof to take back with him.
In his hands, he had the opportunity of a lifetime and he wanted to fuck
her so sweetly that she would come back for more, and maybe even tell her
friends about her Spanish daddy. His cock had reached maximum length of ten
inches and it glistened under the bathroom lights with the fluids from
Tara
’s mouth. She
was a thing of perfection to behold, and their eyes made contact in the bathroom
mirror. It was time.
Tara
closed her eyes so she could feel the pulse of
Juan’s cock when it invaded her wetlands.
Her back was bent and her ass levitated in the air. She reached behind
her and found what she was looking for and guided the fat head of his cock into
her pussy. His knees bent slightly and he torpedoed his erection deep inside of
her. The swiftness of his action caught
Tara
off guard as Juan
pumped his cock deep inside of her. Every stroke was met with a moan of sweet
joy being released from her pussy. His dick was pumping life back into her body
and she was alive once again. The force of his thrusts rammed her head into the
sink. She would feel the pain of it later, but for now all she could feel were
tingling sensations coursing through her body. Her blood was boiling hot, her
pussy ached and stretched to accommodate Juan’s fat cock. He grabbed her by
her elbows and pulled her body into him.
Tara
rotated her ass a few
times to get maximum penetration for each of his thrusts.
Tara
could literally feel
him in her stomach each time he penetrated her.
She collapsed her vagina muscles and held his erection captive. She
wished to keep this memory as he slipped outside of her and the head of his
penis bobbed back and forth between her ass cheeks then came to an enquiring
stop by her anus. The weight of his
erection throbbing against her anus and in one maddening moment made Tara
believe that she could accommodate having ten inches of rock hard cock filling
her tiniest of orifices. Seemingly
with a mind of its own his cock slipped further down and he fed her just his
cock head. Tara tried leaning back
to allow every inch of his cock to fill the soft tender flesh of her pussy, but
Juan resisted. He teased her
mercilessly as she begged him to fuck her. Finally
he relented and sank the full length of his erection deep into the waiting wet
darkness of
Tara
’s pussy. She groaned her
pleasure as beads of sweat trickled down her back and without stopping raced
down the narrow strip between the two halves of her rounded plump ass.
With each thrust, Juan’s balls slammed viciously against her ass and
she loosened his grip from her elbow to reach between her legs to massage his
balls. Between her hand stimulation and a pussy still hungry for more cock, Juan
was about to drain his superpowers into
Tara
’s waiting abyss.
That’s when they heard voices and the sound of high heels clicking against the
black tiles. For a moment they both froze before Juan still positioned behind
Tara
grabbed her by the
waist with his cock still inside
Tara
and walked them to the nearest stall.
The laughter of the two ladies filled the
cavernous bathroom causing an echo. They
were talking about the new guy, Steve Williams, and if they had a man like him
at home, they would definitely make use of that pipe he was swinging between his
legs. Juan whispered in
Tara
’s ears that Steve was gay and his pipe swinging
was reserved for his boyfriend. She stifled her shock and amusement. Steve
didn’t fit the stereotype of being a homosexual: he was well built; completely
masculine and he seemed to have an eye for the ladies.
With all the down low brothers these days you never knew which ones liked
playing in dirt or liked getting their dick wet in a pussy.
Tara
couldn’t imagine Steve as being a receiver; that brother had to be
giving out the dick and not taking it. Right now,
Tara
was the receiver and
proud of it. She manipulated her body into a position so she could look into
Juan’s eyes as he pumped his cock inside of her.
Tara
had managed to climb into Juan’s arms and wrapped her legs around his
waist and arms around his neck. His hands, rough and filled with calluses palmed
her ass spreading it open as his cock sought refuge into her waiting vagina.
His rapid gunfire thrusting had
Tara
biting her lips and
choking on her screams of ecstasy so the ladies wouldn’t hear her. They were
talking and laughing so loudly that they couldn’t her the squishing sounds of
Juan’s cock getting drowned inside her wet pussy. It sounded like when you put
your foot in a pair of wet rubber boots and walk around in them.
Finally they left, unaware of the show they were
missing just a few feet away from them.
Tara
was exhausted from the
beating her pussy was taking, and with a few more strokes from Juan she would
lose her mind. Sweat drenched from both their bodies mixed with the scent of
their juices formed to make a
sex cocktail. His cock got even harder and she knew that Juan was about to blow
his load deep in the bowels of her pussy, and she urged him home. His face was
contorted into something so frightening that if
Tara
had seen this face
anywhere else she would have run for dear life. Juan arched his back backwards,
tilted his head skyward and released a jet stream of hot cum inside of her,
which triggered
Tara
’s own orgasm. She screamed
out a few expletives to God that she hoped he hadn’t somehow heard.
Hot streams of cum caged for far too long sprang from
Tara
’s pussy splattering all over the black tile. The stream continued to
flow with Juan’s cock still buried inside of her and pumping her without any
end in sight. She begged and pleaded with him to stop but he wouldn’t.
Secretly she was happy that he disobeyed her and continued fucking her like her
pussy demanded to be violated and fucked by him. She continued to gush
uncontrollably like a fire hydrant left on too long during the summer to cool
off little boys and girls. She uncurled her legs and arms from around Juan’s
body, but her body was zapped of almost all its strength from being dick downed.
Tara
assumed the position
by leaning over the toilet bowl and her pussy placed directly over it and
continued to gush. Juan had never seen anything like this before and had only
read about women who gushed like
Tara
. He thought it had been a myth, but now it made him
feel empowered that he was able to bring her to such an extended orgasmic
pleasure. Finally, it slowed to a steady stream, then a leak and then it was
over.
“ I needed that. You were simply amazing. Good
to know that a man can finally back up his mouth.”
“I told you, now I guess I proved it. Whenever
you want some more of this you know where to find me,” they both laughed
because Juan knew she would be back. He had given her a taste of the crack dick,
and once you’ve had crack it’s a motherfucker to wean yourself off that
drug.
They were both hurriedly trying to get dressed.
Lunchtime was over and they would have to come up with an excuse for taking an
extended lunch.
Tara
couldn’t care less at the moment. Her pussy was smiling and happy.
Warren
had better
shape up quickly or else Juan would definitely be getting some more of her
pussy. For the first time in six months she would go to bed content without an
ache throbbing between her legs. Making sure no one had entered the bathroom,
she quickly gave her dreads a quick fix, dabbed some water on her face and
headed for the door. His dick felt like it was still lodged inside of her pussy
and she was walking on three legs. Lunch had been fantastic. There’s nothing
better than some fantastic dick for lunch to get a girl smiling again.
Dean Jean-Pierre
6:36pm
5-4-06
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