Caramel Flava, Page 5

  My heart sank at his revelations because all this time I was hopping from dick to dick, I never even noticed I was being watched or followed. Yeah, Bruce had called, even got ahold of my cell number, but I just ignored him. I had no idea what he was capable of. In my quest to get more dick, I had developed tunnel vision. My biggest goal each week was coming up with believable stories for my husband.

  “I bet I got your attention now, huh?”

  “W-w-what do you want me to do? You wanna fuck me?”

  Juan stopped praying and looked at Bruce.

  “Yeah, amigo, that’s a good idea. She got some real good pussy, man, just fuck her, she likes it.”

  I shook my head toward him. I was disgusted. Well, as disgusted as one could be with a gun pointed at them by a deranged stranger while they’re caught cheating on their spouse.

  When Bruce didn’t respond right away, I allowed the sheet to drop, revealing my breasts. I fondled my nipples and palmed my breasts.

  “Your tits are beautiful,” Bruce admitted. The gun was still on me, but not aimed at my head. I began to relax a bit.

  “Bruce, I don’t want you to shoot me, but if you’ll let me ease back a bit, I’d like to masturbate for you. You think you’d like that?”

  He shook his head vigorously.

  “Ssssssss.” I licked my lips and noticed Bruce staring at my fingers. I pulled my lips apart and used my index finger to rub my clit.

  With my legs spread wide, I kept trying to send a mental message to Juan that he should try to tackle Bruce. But that fool was watching the show too. When I heard Bruce release a heavy sigh, I started working faster. He licked his lips and used the gun to rub the side of his forehead.

  “You like this, Daddy?” I purred.

  “Shit, I love it when you call me Daddy, that shit makes my dick hard.”

  “I know, amigo,” Juan said as he palmed his own erection. I couldn’t believe him.

  “Spread ’em wider, spread your legs wider for me,” Bruce demanded.

  I did. “Ooooh, ssssss,” I squealed.

  “Now, squeeze your nipples for me.”

  Juan looked back and forth between Bruce and me. I didn’t understand how this shit could turn him on, but then again I realized he, like me, was just a big ole freak. I gyrated my hips, moving into my fingers. I could hear what I thought were sirens in the distance. But I didn’t want to falsely hope help was on the way, so instead I focused on working my fingers.

  Bruce tucked the gun in his waistband.

  Everything was happening so fast.

  Juan lunged for him, and I pounced. I wasn’t about to leave this up to chance. If I had to die, I’d go down fighting.

  We all tussled on the floor. There was pounding on the wall, and another shot was fired. Juan fell to the floor. Then there was more banging, this time on the door.

  “Police! Open up now!”

  Another shot rang out, I dropped back and felt a burning sensation at the side of my head. I reached up and touched my temple. I remember thinking, fighting naked really works up a sweat.

  More time must’ve passed, but it felt like minutes to me when officers finally burst into the room. Shortly thereafter, everything became blurry. I started feeling light-headed.

  One of the last things I remember is Bruce dragging my naked body by the neck as he held the gun to my head. “If y’all come any closer I’ll kill her, I swear I will! You see he’s already dead.”

  Warped sounds quickly replaced voices. My fingers started tearing at Bruce’s arm that was squeezing my throat closed. The feel of steel against my temple should’ve been scary, but weariness washed over me so fast I had no time to feel fear. Bruce’s heartbeat was pounding loudly in my ear.

  “Okay, okay, let’s calm down,” someone said.

  I knew I was losing my mind for certain when I looked up and thought I saw of all things a TV camera pointed into the room. I smiled, knowing for sure dementia was settling in. For a split second I wondered if Juan was really dead. Then without any warning, blackness swallowed me.

  When I woke up, I looked around. Everything was white and sterile-looking. I tried to ease up but the pounding in my head forced me back down. That’s when Charles appeared.

  “You finally woke, I see,” he said.

  The look on his face wasn’t sorrow, it was more like disappointment. I knew that he had found out about what I’d been doing.

  “Where am I? How long have I been here? What happened? Is he dead? Oh God, what have I done?” I closed my eyes for a second, trying to regroup. “How did I get here? How’d you even find me?”

  “Well.” Charles sighed. “Honestly, I saw it unfolding on the news. I was in Target with about a hundred other people in the electronics department. The evening news came on, and I saw a flash of you being carried out on a stretcher.”

  I shook my head, trying to deny what I couldn’t remember.

  “I couldn’t believe it either,” he continued. “By the time I got over there, witnesses told me some dude was holding his wife and her lover hostage. It didn’t take long for me to realize that it was actually my wife they were talking about.”

  Charles touched my arm. “Nobody’s dead, that fool is in jail. The other dude is gonna be okay. A bullet grazed you. You’ll have to wear that headwrap for a few more days.”

  I looked at Charles and closed my eyes. Tears that had been threatening to flow made good on their promise.

  “Look, you need to rest, don’t think about that madness. Just get better so you can come home,” he said.

  I instantly felt shame wash over me. “Can you ever forgive me?” I asked.

  I watched Charles’Adam’s apple move as he swallowed.

  “Done,” he said, and kissed my forehead.

  I wondered how I could’ve been so foolish to think I needed more than what I already had.

  Den of Pleasure

  El refugio del placer

  Niobia Simone

  The Den of Pleasure is the ultimate spot to have your mind—and your dick—blown. I walked into the brownstone, seemingly innocent from all outside appearances, ready to give in to the side of me that I keep suppressed. Hidden. Secret. Forbidden.

  I put on my full face mask—a requirement of The Den—as soon as the front door closed behind me. Next I removed all of my clothes and slid them into one of the plastic bags sitting by fifty cubicles in the foyer.

  I already felt excited just being here. My thick dick was stirring between my thighs.

  “Welcome back, Adonis.”

  That wasn’t my real name, but I turned around because it was the name by which they knew me. The woman standing before me was nude save for the Mardi Gras–style mask she wore. My eyes stroked her body familiarly.

  The large pendulous breasts with the thickest nipples ever, which were deep chocolate in color. A tattoo of a blooming rose on the fat mound of her shaven pussy. Thick-ass thighs made to squeeze a man’s sides as he stroked his dick deep inside of her, enjoying her inner pink lips—the petals to her rose—suctioning that dick. The thought of that made me so hard that my balls ached between my thighs.

  I’ve fucked her before, but she wasn’t on my menu tonight. And I was hungry for some ass, but for some new ass. Something I’ve never had before. Something to be surprised by. Would the pussy be slick and wet or tight with ridges? A quiet fuck or one of those screamers? A squirter while cumming? Yeah, I was here to tap some new ass. To hell with the same-o-same-o.

  “What’s your pleasure?” she asked in a soft and sultry voice meant to make a shiver race across your body.

  “The main room,” I answered.

  “As you wish.”

  She turned and my eyes dropped to watch that lopsided up-and-down action of her pear-shaped, dimple-free ass as I followed her down the hall. We passed a spiral wrought-iron staircase that led to the six private room upstairs.

  Anything goes behind those closed doors.

  Just last week I fucked Raque
l until she damn near passed out while her husband, Mac, sat in a chair and masturbated. Making her yell out my dick was better than his while I beat those walls like she stole something made me cum like crazy. Oh, Raquel and Mac were some real freaks. And the pussy was wasn’t half bad either.

  I wasn’t ready for that tonight…not yet anyway.

  We came to massive wooden double doors and she bent down a bit to open them both before stepping out of my way. I could almost hear the harps like I was being admitted to heaven.

  Thirty people naked as the day they were born with varying full-face masks to shield their identity were in various stages of sex play. The only furniture in the room were satin-covered beds and chaise lounges—fucking furniture. Some lounged and talked in low tones. Others massaged each other. And more still were fucking—footloose and fancy-free. Fast and furious. Slow and sensual.

  I felt excited just being around people who were just as free and uninhibited with sex as me. Freaks like me. I took it all in with eager eyes, reaching down to massage down the length of my dick.

  In the corner three women I didn’t recognize were eating each other out like they were starving, uncaring of the onlookers. Pussy lips in varying shades of mocha with clitorises that all were plump and pink.

  Reemy and Martin—a married couple from middle suburbia—were taking turns spanking a very willing woman. Whap. She wiggled her ass for more. Whap. More. There were lots of married couple here. Some just watched, others participated.

  I couldn’t even imagine asking my wife Marisol to come here with me. She knew nothing about this part of my life. She would judge. She would be hurt. She would leave me.

  So once a week I fucked her missionary style, busted a nut, and rolled over wishing and wanting for more. Our sex was routine. Mundane. We didn’t even leave the lights on when we had sex. I never ate my wife’s pussy. She was a good girl, true enough, but it wasn’t enough. I needed more. This place…this was my more. Three times a week I became Adonis.

  I decided to enjoy the show the triplets mere putting on. It was a pussy-fest. I could cum just from watching them as they lay in a triangle formation eating one another like they were famished. Their moans mingled and the scent of their pussy juices clung to the air. The sistah with the skin as dark as semisweet chocolate—I called her Mocha—shifted to lie between the fair-skinned sister’s open legs. In my head that one was Freckles—aptly named from the many dots on her fair body. Mocha moaned deep in her throat as she split Freckles’ pussy open with her fingers, exposing the throbbing pink bud. With her snakelike tongue she circled that bud and then flicked it, causing Freckles to squirm as she in turn smacked away at Spanish Fly, the voluptuous olive-skinned Latin woman. Spanish Fly squatted her size-ten ass over Freckles’ face with ease. And even though the other women on the bed were sexy and beautiful, they couldn’t do shit with Spanish Fly. Everything about her exuded sex appeal. The squirm of her body. The quiver of her full buttocks. The way she flung her head back. The smoky lure of her eyes through the mask. Each and every curve on her glorious body. A simple moan in the back of her throat had the power to make me beg her for her pussy. My eyes stayed on her.

  I didn’t care about the kissing couple standing next to me or the men who also watched. Or the woman who leaned and finger-fucked herself with a vengeance. Fuck them. Fuck everybody. I found what I was looking for tonight. I spit on my hand and then jacked my dick, my fingers squeezing the throbbing tip as I felt that familiar excitement course through my body like a drug.

  Spanish Fly turned and faced me, lowering her pussy back to Freckles, who waited with her tongue extended. Spanish Fly got on her knees, flinging her head of ebony hair over her shoulders as she began to circle her thick hips on Freckles’ face and squeeze her own nipples like she was trying to twist them off.

  Spanish Fly turned me the fuck on. She reminded me of Marisol. She was the freak I was too afraid to ask Marisol to be. I had to fuck her. I wanted to pull Freckles out the damn way and bury my tongue deep in her pussy, stroking that fat-ass clit until I made her scream in English and Spanish. I wanted to make her cum on my tongue and then bury every bit of my 10x3 dick—that’s ten inches long and three inches wide—in her pussy.

  She opened her eyes and looked me up and down, smiling slow and big as she watched me jack my dick so hard that my lips formed an “O” and a fine sheet of sweat covered my muscled frame.

  My stomach was hot and my thighs locked as I circled my dick with my trembling fingers and stroked every inch until my wrist felt weak, but I kept going. I switched hands. She lifted her breasts until she could tease her nipples with her tongue. A long, agile tongue that I wanted to circle my dick like it was an ice cream pop on a steaming summer day.

  “I wanna fuck you,” I mouthed to her, meaning it.

  She rose from the bed and Freckles moaned in disappointment, but that didn’t stop her from walking away from her freaky ménage.

  She had a banging Beyoncé body: wide hips, thick thighs, and titties small enough to suck whole. The dim lights glistened on her body as she walked past me, making my dick even harder just by licking her lips.

  Every eye in the room seemed to be on Spanish Fly and she knew it. She reveled in it. She was bad as hell. It had been a long time since I wanted to fuck somebody so badly. And I reveled in the fact that she kept her eyes on me.

  Still, I had to hurry. I’d told my wife I was going to a basketball game with the boys—that gave me just another hour.

  She moved to the door and beckoned me with one bend of her finger. And I followed Spanish Fly with my throbbing dick in hand. We left the room and climbed the stairs. I could smell the good clean aroused scent of her pussy. I reached up and slapped her ass, loving the way it jiggled in a thousand different directions.

  There were signs on the door to let you know whether the room was occupied and private, or occupied and public—meaning the people inside wanted to be watched. I didn’t give a damn what sign Spanish Fly used as long as I got to slip this hard dick deep into her juicy pussy. My wife was at church and I wanted to fuck off this freaky nut that was hounding me and make it home before her.

  My hands reached for her as soon as the door closed, but Spanish Fly took charge and pushed me down onto the bed. My dick was still hard and stood up from my body straight as an arrow and aching to dig her out. She climbed onto the bed between my open legs and headed straight for my hard-on.

  “Te chuparé tu dick con mi boca.”

  I didn’t know what the fuck she whispered. All I know was it sounded sexy as shit and that I heard the word dick, so I was good to go.

  She licked every inch of it before she took it all in her mouth, until the tip tickled her tonsils. My ass arched off the bed and I clutched the sheets trying not to holler like a little bitch as she sucked me so hard that her cheeks caved in.

  She knew what she was doing. First slow and deep, ending with a tickle of her tongue against the tip, and then fast and wet, causing her spit to drizzle down my dick and quivering thighs.

  I sat up on my elbows to watch her; the sight of her lips suctioned to my dick was hot. She sucked that motherfucker like it had never been sucked before. I drew in air and my lips formed a circle as I squirted a little cum in her mouth.

  Spanish Fly hummed with pleasure and sucked harder, her fingers squeezing my nuts. She shifted backward off the bed and slid her hands up my legs to jerk them roughly up high in the air until my ass was lifted off the bed. She ran her tongue up the crease of my ass and then circled the hole before she sucked it whole.

  “Aaah,” I cried out hoarsely, sweat dripping from my body, ’cause she had me sweating like a fiend.

  Back and forth she went, from my ass to my balls to suck my dick deep and nasty and back down again. Ass. Balls. Dick. Ass. Balls. Dick.

  Spanish Fly slapped my ass and roughly pushed me until I turned over on my stomach and then got on all fours. I felt the warmth of her body leave me. Before I could wonder where sh
e went, she stood on the side of the bed and pressed her lush titties onto my back. Her hand tightly gripped my dick and jacked it downward until I started to pump my hips against her hand.

  Suddenly I felt the first sting of a paddle to my ass—whap—followed by her sucking and licking the same area she just hit as she continued to stroke my dick, squeezing the thick tip.

  She turned me the fuck out. An erotic mix of pleasure and pain that pushed me over the edge until I felt crazy from wanting to feel her pussy on my dick. The more I wanted her the longer she made me wait. She tortured me. Pleased me.

  She spanked me till my ass felt raw and still I wanted her.

  Feathers stroked across my body as she talked to me in Spanish, making me nearly nuts myself.

  She tied me to the bed and then massaged oil over my body before she stroked me with her titties and her thighs, calling me Papi.

  She pushed me, pulled me, stroked me, and sucked me.

  She fucked me up. I lost awareness of time. I forgot everything and everyone but this Spanish Fly who was turning me out like a pro.

  She slid her wet pussy down onto my dick and my muscles strained as I fought to break the bonds holding me. She was tight and wet, gripping my dick more like a fist than a pussy. Her thick thighs, wet from her own juices, pressed into my sides as she raised her hands to squeeze, pluck, and suck her own rock-hard nipples as she fucked me. I felt hypnotized by the way she circled her hips clockwise and then counterclockwise causing her walls to tightly grip and then release my dick. She was so wet that each move made a smacking noise.

  She bent down and offered me her breasts. Eagerly I latched my mouth onto one, sucking her nipples like I was thirsty as she cried out in pleasure. I felt her ass bounce against my thighs as she fucked me harder. Spanish Fly rode me like she was trying to win the Triple Crown, her juices dripping down my balls. I felt spasms in her pussy as I licked her nipples wildly, sucking one whole breast into my eager mouth.