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No cause what a weird combination of mens. John with his boisterous personality and witty one liners while Jesse sits there all cool, calm and collected. A bit of yin and yang and an absolute fucking roller coaster of emotions and sensations these two can offer.

John is obviously the dominant one, slinging orders and taking charge. He’s really the whole reason I’ve found myself in my current position.

With a mouth full of dick, he mercilessly rams it down my throat, hands wrapped tightly around my hair, with the notion that I should be good for daddy. Dickmatized and drooling, I couldn’t muster up a coherent thought if I tried, all too eager to please him - even going as far as to let his homeboy get in on the fun.

And here comes Jesse, all soft and sweet, whispering, to me, all the ways he’s planning to ruin me for anyone else. And it’s only then that I realise that his composed demeanor is all but a front. The way that his hands harshly grip my waist shocks me to a bit of a standstill as he slowly eases his way inside of my sopping cunt. Relief washes over me at the thought of him taking it easy and just when I relax my posture, he slams the rest of the way inside - my back arching at the delicious pain.

Pinning my face to his pelvis, John sits deeply to the back of my throat, leaving me little room to breathe as his fingers sink further into my scalp; pure filth tumbling from his pretty lips.

“C’mon cookie, don’t tap out on me now,” he rumbles from above. “Show daddy what that mouth do.”

But before I can do just that, Jesse eases on out ever so slowly only to drive into me, full force, once more. My screams come out muffled, pussy soaked at the action. Tears stream down my face and spit gathers at the corners of my mouth; while the duo continuously thrusts into me at both ends.

Softly caressing the curves of my ass, there’s a striking distinction between Jesse’s actions as he constantly pounds into me which has me on the verge of coming and as he murmurs his next words, I swear I almost do.

“Shh cookie, you can take it can you?” he taunts. Furiously thrusting into me, he continues in a tender voice “be a good girl and show me how well your body can take us.”

And phewww if there were ever a pair I’d rather be sandwiched between while being spit roasted, it’s definitely them. John with his domineering vibes and assertiveness while Jesse coos at you, playing the role of good cop as he actively destroys your hole and EYE -

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Did yall really think I’d dare make these HC’s without an honorable mention from my hubby himself - fucking Abel?! That man has had me in a chokehold since highschool and it’s only right that I give y’all a peek into what a regular night looks for us.

You see, it’s his friend’s birthday. And like the party crew they are, we found ourselves getting ready to hit the club scenes to celebrate tha homie. Now normally I don’t dress too provocatively, but tonight I was feeling myself. Body in the shape of an hourglass, it’s only right that I show it off.

Dressed down in a one shoulder mesh, minidress - there’s a hollow cut on the right side of the waist with a small slit lining my shoulder. Im half naked, yet I feel as scrumptious as I look and judging the by the fuck me eyes Abel is sending my way, its safe to say he thinks so too.

A little buzzed from our earlier pregame sesh, I can’t help the sly smile that creeps up on my lips as he slides behind me and runs his fingers along the curve of my ass. So much for clearing the kitchen counter before we leave. Now I’m gonna get slutted out before we even get to the party.

Turning my head towards him, mouth agape in anticipation, I noticed Abels bottom lip is tucked between his teeth, a tell-tale sign of oncoming mischief. But before I can guess what’s to come, he trails his palm forward and grabs a handful of my clothed pussy; his fingers lingering as they lightly tap against the fabric.

The whine that leaves my throat is desperately pathetic and I can’t help but think of how badly I wanna hug his face with my thighs. Though maybe that wasn’t a thought at all because the very next thing I know is that I’m being bent over the kitchen island, desperate for the slightest relief as Abels lips eagerly lap at my clit.

Arms curled around my waist, he’s tugging me further down towards his face and if it weren’t for my hands clamped down over my mouth, the neighbours would know just how talented he can be with his tongue.

Teeth nibbling at my lips, I wiggle my hips, trying but failing to ride his face at this angle, watching in awe as my slick slithers down his chin. A sharp smack across my ass cheek has me lurching forward only for him to pull me back into my previous position.

Growling he warned, “you know better than to move”

Yelping out a yes sir, I fall back into place, legs shaking as I tightly grip the edges of the countertop, fighting the urge to grind myself into his face once again; hoping to get some friction on the place I need it most.

Somehow his fingers get added to the equation and just as my mind goes fuzzy, just as I begin to see stars, just as my juices turn salaciously loud - this motherfucker takes one final sweeping motion of his tongue from my labia to my asshole and stands to his full height.

Yanking my dress down, Abel brushes a strand of hair behind my ear, kisses me on the cheek, and whispers that we need to get going if we’re gonna make it there on time.

Slamming my eyes shut, body slumped back over the edge of the counter, I whine into folded arms.

“Abelllll,” I drone out. “Baby, please finish me off.”

Hovering above me, he rubs gentle circles into my back, a cheeky smile plastered onto his stupid face.

“Come on, it’s time to go or we’ll be late.”

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We know he doesn’t shy away from water. Shit, he spends any free time he has near it; fishing - a tranquil way for him to pass the time, to catch a breather if you will, or to simply enjoy his hobby.

One day, during the winter of all months, Anthony and I made a quick getaway to a cabin in the woods to escape from the fast paced city life; where you guessed it, a lake adorned a good portion of our back yard. Unfortunately for us the lake hadn’t frozen all the way through and, my poor baby, he just couldn’t resist temptation. Dressed in his warmest gear, he waddled his ass to the lake for “no more than twenty minutes, I promise.” And what started out as dry fun soon turned into wet consequences. We spent the rest of that evening by the fireplace with me chastising him for not being more careful. And would you believe he still tried to get back out there the next day. That man is as stubborn as they come.

But I love that about him and how he’s actually my little expertise on the waters around the world. I love how he never ceases to amaze me with all that knowledge he holds inside of his big, beautiful brain. Like the fact that a little over 90% of Earth’s freshwater is trapped in the form of ice or that the Nile River is the longest. Or how there are more swimming pools in the US than stories in NYC. And speaking of pools, it should come as no surprise that they’re his preference for swimming. After all, “only 5% of the ocean has been explored,” he recited, only since the beginning of our relationship.

Now normally he’d hit a couple laps in our home pool and swim his heart out, but tonight we’re just chilling with some drinks, cigars, and endless stories filled with useless fun facts on his end. But Anthony has a way of making even the mundane interesting cause really, what's a conversation with him if he doesn’t make me belly laugh. I’m talking about the wheezing kind where I have to shut him up just so I can get a second to breathe.

Wrapped in his arms, my back is facing his front as he holds my body to his, stroking and kneading his calloused digits across my smooth skin. Cocking my head to the side I lazily look into his eyes, vision blurred by the cloud of smoke between us. As the haze clears he peers down at me, a sly grin adorning his face, as he swoops down and lands a tender kiss to my lips.

Four drinks later, my peach schnapps has me feeling fuzzy and might I say, a bit daring. In my drunken state I let out a loud moan, muffled by his lips, and raised my hand out of the water to wrap around the back of his neck. Water droplets slide down my arms and to my elbows as I hold his face to mine, pulling back ever so slightly to land an open, wet kiss to his lips.

Withdrawing, I press one final peck to his mouth and spin my body around to face his. Arms folded around his neck I watched, mesmerized as he takes one last drag of his cigar and outs it on the perimeter of the pool. Attaching my lips to his, I shotgun the remaining smoke and draw back, swallowing it down before waiting a few seconds as I lift my head toward the sky to exhale the rest.

Hands cupping my ass, his mouth finds itself buried in the crevice of my neck, trailing light kisses up to my jaw. Arms tightening around me, Anthony grinds his hips into my pelvis and I feel just how excited he’s become.

“You ready to head inside daddy,” I beckoned toward the house.

“Nah,” he rasps. “I want you right here baby.”

Slowly wading in the water, he continues to guide me until I come to a full stop as my lower back presses on the edge of the pool.

Leaning in, Anthony presses his lips to mine and what was supposed to be a brief peck soon turned lengthy. Tongue shoved toward the back of my throat, thick and wet as he lazily glides it over mine, I can’t help but bask in the feeling of his fingers slowly crawling up and around my waist. When we finally pull apart, I greedily suck in a few breaths of air, but I’m abruptly interrupted as he thrusts my body forward against the concrete; driblets of water flying across the ground.

Pressing his hips against mine, Anthony’s fingers lightly brush the hair off my neck and onto the side of my shoulder, his teeth nibbling away at my ear. His warm breath tickles my jaw while he works to untie the straps of my bikini bottom.

“Whatcha thinking pretty lady?”

“Just waiting on you to fuck me,” I breathe out.

“Hmm, my babys eager huh?”

“Yes sir,” I whine out.

“Say it again,” he demands, with a snap to my bottom half.

“Yes sir,” I squeal out, watching as my underwear floats along the currents of the pool.

“Hands on deck baby, you know the drill,” Anthony enunciated.

Folding my arms on the coping of the pool, I lean forward in anticipation, longing for him to take me to pound town. My ass rises above the surface of the water and I shudder as the chilly breeze whips across it. Anthony’s hands gliding across my ass cheeks sends another shudder through me as he inches his fingers closer to my core.

“Tell me baby, is pussylips one word or should I separate them?” he asks, delving his fingers into the warmth of my canal.

The sudden intrusion has me yelping, taken a bit off guard, and if I weren’t so distracted I’d laugh at his lame line. He pumps his digits inside of me for a few moments before sliding them out altogether. I feel empty and if the pout on my lips is anything to go by, he’s peeped it too.

“Don’t worry sugar,” Anthony says, “you’ll get it soon enough. Just had to make sure you were ready for me, and you never disappoint,” he assured; sliding his fingers inside of my mouth.

I don’t get a chance to taste myself often, but every time that I do I see exactly why he won’t leave me alone. Taking in the glossy goodness, I barely feel Anthony line himself up to my entrance and it isn’t until he plunges to a hilt that my jaw drops, his fingers sliding out and trailing up into my hair; where he grabs a handful, none too lightly.

He gives me a few necessary seconds to adjust to his sheer size before setting off on an unwavering pace. Mewling into the air, Anthony pulls my hair back and smashes his lips in the crook of my neck, groaning; the vibrations sending extra chills down my spine.

The water fiercely splashes between us each time his pelvis hits my ass, and I move one hand from the deck to slip my fingers in between my legs.

“Yeah, that’s right. Gone and make it juicy for me sugar,” he growls.

He knows what his pet names do for me and makes it a habit of saying them every time we have sex; not that I’m complaining. His rhythm quickens and so does the pressure on my clit as I roll my fingers around with motive.

My belly retracts from the intensity and my toes curl up under the water, body leaning forward to relive some of the pressure from my feet. Fist tightened and eyes clamped shut, my mind feels transported as different colours dance around behind my lids. I feel so close, oh so close until Anthony’s hand slithers from the root of my scalp and to the collar of my neck.

Squeezing the sides coupled with his fierce thrusting throws me over the edge and I cum, wailing into the night sky as tears stream down my cheeks.

Pulling out of me, he finishes on my back; traces of semen flying from my skin, to the pool, and to the coping ahead of us. The warmth of his spent drips down my clammy skin as he howls out his release like a wounded animal and it's only then that I’m brought back to reality.

Spinning around, Anthony plants his mouth on mine, forcing my jaw open so that he can cram his tongue inside. Nose pressed against my cheek, he retracts his lips and inhales deeply, peppering my face with butterfly kisses as his fingers slide down my waist and softly knead into them once more.

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Lets be real he’s a hood nigga; keeping that thing on him at all times, just in case shit goes sideways. He’s always on the move, always alert, and always resourceful. Growing up, when he couldn’t afford an iron he’d use a boiling pot of hot water. When he needed an influx of money he’d turn a cash amount of $50 and find a way to flip it into $200. And so it should come as no surprise that he’d make space for us to fuck in the backseat of his car.

His parents are visiting us for the weekend and as we made our way back home from a store run, he decided that now was the perfect time to have sex. As if they more than likely didn’t hear us just pull up. As if he can’t wait until we get to our bedroom later on tonight. As if I could deny him to begin with.

One leg draped over the headrest of the front seat and the other locked around his arm, I feel every bit of a delicious ass pretzel.

Clothes are stripped and limbs get intertwined meanwhile while my back is being blown the fuck out. The car shakes violently as Bibby pounds into me and for a second I almost grow concerned at the fact that we may get caught - that is until I feel myself soak the seat beneath us.

Hunching over me to envelop my lips in a sloppy kiss, I grab a hold of his shoulders and drag him closer to me; opening my mouth to let my tongue slither free. Rolling it across his bottom lip, I work my way further down, leaving wet trails in its wake as I suck over the sweet spot beneath his jaw.

A shudder escapes his body which has him rolling his hips into me at the perfect angle and I wrap my legs around his waist, toes curling at the intimate sensation. Raising above me Bibby pulls away, eyes burning with desire, and reminds me that I should be very careful not to lock my legs around him.

“Babyyy,” I whine. “Don’t be like that, I just want you extra close.”

“Imma be the reason you miss your next period if you don’t stop fucking around,” he growls.

I can’t see for myself in such dim lighting, but if now were ever a time for me to cream I’m sure I just did it. And the fact that I’m egging him on probably doesn’t help.

“You promise?” I ask, eyes glossed over.

And that must’ve set him off, because now he’s driving into me with vigor. My head bumps against the door handle and the ache that's sure to form is a small price to pay if it means I can cum for a third time tonight.

Being the expert of my body that he is, Bibby takes his thumb and presses it against my clit applying maximin fucking pressure. The howl I let out is sure to give us away, but the way my head starts to spin I couldn’t care less. Coupled with his reckless pounding, I'm surprised this car is still sitting on four tires and before I know it, my legs lock up around his hips and my body goes stiff as I hit the height of my climax. My vision goes black for a few concerning seconds as stars float behind my lids. But it’s only until I feel Bibbys warm cum splatter my walls do I come down from my high.

He’s mumbling something in my ear that I can’t quite make out, though the only thing on my mind is picking out baby names. A heavy drowsiness washes over me but before I can close my eyes, a sliver of light from underneath the doorway shines through the dark garage and my slowing heart rate picks up in speed.

With Bibby's face craned beside mine, leaving behind slobbery kisses, he’s unaware of my line of vision. But the creak of the door opening has him whipping his head backward, panic quickly setting in his features as we both scramble up and into the seats.

Even in my post nut clarity I can't bring myself to find a plausible excuse as to why we’re in our current predicament, shit I’m really moving on autopilot right now. But as I stare through these fog filled windows, mind flustered and body riddled with sweat, the only thoughts I can manage is how I want Bibby to take me inside, throw me on the bed, and show me the type of shooter that he really is.

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The day is Friday and as the sun sets in the sky, it leaves behind a hue of oranges, pinks, and peaches alike; all mingled together on a celestial canvas. This visual is every painter’s dream and the fact that I get to see it in real time adds something special to the occasion.

Breeze lightly blowing across my warm skin, this weather is nothing short of perfection. The whistles are music to my ears and as my hair flaps in the wind, I feel like something straight off a magazine. Though I doubt I’d currently look the part. If anything I’d most closely resemble your favourite playmate.

Folded in what I like to call the Center of Attention I couldn’t feel any more full than I do now. Positioned on Klay’s second-story balcony, the usually wide and spacious area is currently being occupied by an adventurous throuple, gurgling noises a faraway sound to add to the visually, and now acoustic evening.

Face smashed against Klays pelvis, breathing is currently a distant memory of the past, my only goal right now is to bring him over the edge. Air? Who is she? We don’t know her around these parts. And if the pressure on my neck doesn’t let up soon, I may become a distant memory myself.

Hands cradled around his balls, I’m massaging them as meticulously as I know he likes it while my other hand rests on his thigh for much needed support. His dick is touching my esophagus and I’m trying everything in my power to relax my throat muscles and breathe through my nose, only the hand wrapped around my neck is relentless as the grip tightens in its attempt to gag me on Klays dick. Coupled with him actively thrusting his hips toward my face, I’m on the verge of passing out and if I die, I die. Though it isn’t until the hand around my neck yanks me upright that I’m able to inhale in a necessary breath of air. Drool sliding down my chin and eyes glistening with unshed tears, my chest heavily pants as Lakeith pulls me up toward him to slap his lips on my own. Body snug against me, I can feel his steady heartbeat thumping against my back as his tongue flicks over mine, teeth awkwardly clacking together in the heat of the moment.

“You’re doing so good for us baby,” is the voice that grumbles from beneath me.

Unwrapping his body from mine, Lakeith pulls my face away from his and roughly shoves me forward into my previous position. Latching his hand onto my neck, he’s quick to push me downward until Klays dick disappears in my mouth, instructing me to 'finish what you started, if you know what’s good for you.'

Bobbing my head in earnest, I hollow out my cheeks and slurp him up like my life depends on it, cause it very well may. Hands securely wrapped around his thighs, the thin hairs that line them tickle my palms and I sink my fingers further into his skin in an effort to stay focused.

A hiss sounds from behind me and a sudden slap to my ass lurches me forward with a pained whimper sounding from the back of my throat. Spit seeping out from the corners of my mouth and eyes pooling with tears, I barely take notice of the way Lakeith is spreading my butt cheeks apart. It isn’t until I feel the drool slither down my ass crack do I feel him insert a finger inside my puckered hole. My body stiffens from the lack of preparation; wiggling away from his ministrations as my jaws loosen and efforts lessen from the surprise intrusion.

“Did someone tell you I was finished?” Klay scolded. “You only stop after my balls are drained and my dick goes soft.”

“You can act like you don’t want this Y/N, but the way your pussy drips for me tells a very different story,” Lakeith grumbled, adding another finger to the equation as he spits again.

Slowly building up my previous rhythm on Klays dick, I take my hand and jerk him steadily, squeezing with just enough pressure to bring him closer to the edge. The fingers inside of me drag across my walls much more slickly and the once burning sensation slowly dissolves into a pleasurable one.

My hips soon meet Lakeiths fingers, bouncing off his arm, as he thrusts them swiftly inside of me while I add my second hand to the hardened member sliding against my jaws. Clenched tightly in my fists, I start a twisting-jerking combo while my mouth clamps onto his head with a vicious suction. The wail that he lets out fills me with confidence, brows drawn together in determination, as the realisation hits me that I now have him in my clutches.

I feel my ass being spread once more but these hands are coming from beneath me, as opposed to behind, and before I have time to question it, I feel Lakeith shove his length into me to the brim. Leaving little time to adjust, he slowly thrusts his dick inside my slick cunt in the most delicious pattern, while the finger in my ass follows suit; pulling out as he drives in.

The whine that tumbles from my mouth gets muffled by the engorged head of Klays penis and I settle for quietly whimpering, breathing harshly through my nose as spittles of snot fly out; knowing better than to let up until he climaxes. The tears in my eyes brim over trailing down my face as my nipples rub against Klays thighs, adding to the trifecta of sensations that slowly become too much.

Removing my hands, I swallow him whole and grab onto his legs, watching closely as they begin to twitch. That, combined with the sloppy way that his hips meet my face lets me know that he’s finally fucking close. Ramming him through the trenches of my throat, my nose comes face to face with his ball sack, groaning in hopes that the vibrations will tip him over.

“Ohh come on baby, show daddy how well you can take him,” Klay taunts. “Dry those eyes and finish me off like a good girl.”

And oh bad I wanna be his good girl. How badly I wanna please him and hear all the filth that falls from the same lips he praises me with. And even when he turns my pain into his pleasure I’ll still be here, compliant as ever, cause that’s what good girls do.

“Don’t cry honey. It hurts doesn’t it,” Lakeith mocks. “But you take me so fucking good, look at how I’m stretching this pussy out Y/N.”

At that my brain turns hazy, cock drunk and dumb from all the emotions swirling through me. I almost forget to keep the suction going on Klay, my mouth slackened as he ruts into it gradually; using it as he so pleases.

“It’s too big for you isn’t it slut,” Lakeith grunted, voice thick with sarcasm as he sank his hand into my back to arch it. “You ain’t gotta do nothing except take my dick baby girl. Don’t think too hard, just take whatever I give you,” he says driving into me.

Shooting his release, like it was game 6, Klay roars through his orgasm, riding it out until his hips come to a stop, reminding me to swallow every fucking drop. Like I need to be told twice. Gulping down his children, I’m finally able to come up for a proper breath of fresh air as the wind whips across my drool ridden and cum covered face - spent as I collapsed into Klays lap, freeing my trapped moans into the evening sky.

“You did so good for daddy baby,” Klay praised. “Sluts like you deserve to be rewarded,” he added, attaching his mouth to my clit.

Tongue sliding between his lips, the cool moisture that surrounds it adds a pleasant contrast as it makes contact with my fiery bundle of nerves. Holding onto my ass cheeks for better support, he raises up and clamps his mouth down, adding a little teeth to the friction as he knows it’ll turn me to mush. Pulling back, he spits a thick glob of saliva on my pussy and reattaches his mouth to do further damage.

With Lakeith mercilessly pounding into me, even in my worn out state, he manages to pull a high-pitched shriek from me as he rides me through my orgasm. Hands balled into fists and eyes screwed shut, my brain shuts off entirely. Meanwhile the sob that I let out sends a flock of birds flying from a nearby tree; shoulders slumped forward, too tired to move, even if I wanted to.

Klay finally lets up and Lakeith follows shortly behind, painting my walls with rope after rope of his thick seed; groaning heavily into warm air.

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Have you ever wanted to join the mile high club? I mean why not right. Just something to tick off the bucket list. Bragging rights or simply fits of laughter to follow as you retell an old story. But it’s all fun and games until you squeeze your way into that small ass bathroom stall. It’s barely enough leg room to stretch in there, let alone have two people actively fuck. And I, for one, am a screamer so it's really only so much noise I can hold off.

Can you imagine? The walk of shame down the aisle and back into the seats as if everyone is unaware of what just happened. That once the stall door opens, the fumes of sex won’t have seeped into the air. The crooked clothes, the lazy smiles, and God forbid any fluids are visible. And don't even think about one person leaving first and the other waiting a few minutes to leave after, because what if someone is itching to use the john and comes face to face with the culprit? I'm getting second hand embarrassment just thinking about it all. Call me up tight, but there are way too many ways that sex on a plane can go wrong. And unless my man has his own aircraft, I refuse to buss it open in the seats of economy.

And that’s what I’ve been trying to drill into Damson’s thick ass skull since the moment we’ve sat down. Albeit, we’re in first class and with about five other people on board that does take care of the extra lingering eyes, but that still leaves too much to chance and the way my OCD is set up, I’d quite literally die of shame.

“Who says we have to leave our seats?” Damson whispers.

“Huh?” Eyebrows crinkled in confusion, I’m not sure where he’s going with this, but very little surprises me with this man.

Leaning over the armrest, his fingers lightly stroke my arm, slithering them further up until they meet my jaw, where his lips eagerly replace them. Peppering kisses along my skin, he leaves behind wet patches in his trails, muttering in between each one how we can do the deed in our seats.

“Damson, no.” I giggled. “How do you expect us to have sex right here?”

“Look around you, all these old motherfuckers are knocked out,” he slyly remarks.

“And what about the flight attendants?”

“They only get up during the flight for two reasons, landing and snack time,” he answered. “And snack time doesn’t start for another 45 minutes.”

Chewing on my bottom lip, I can’t believe I’m even considering this, but dammit my man has a way of being very persuasive, though I think it’s just cause I find him insanely sexy. Body burning with lust, I peek up at him through my lashes and notice that silly grin of his widen, but I have to quickly whisper shout to him that my answer isn’t a flat out yes. And that there’s still a chance of someone catching us in the act.

But ever the adventurer, Damson insists that we’ll never see these people again and he couldn't care less if we were to get caught. His nonchalant attitude has gotten us into more trouble than I’d care to admit, but I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t the reason for some of my wildest stories. Like the time when -

“Damson,” I squeak.

“Shhh calm down,” he coos. “Just relax your thighs and see how this plays out okay.”

Of course I wanted to look cute today. Pairing my blue plaid skirt with a white turtleneck and the plaid jacket to match, I look fresh out of the Clueless movie, and I feel every bit of such as Damson continues to slip his fingers between my thighs. I should’ve known there was an ulterior motive behind him insisting that I wear a skirt today.

Damsons digits meet a bit of resistance in the form of panties, but he doesn’t let that deter him and instead pushes them to the side, effortlessly entering my pussy with the help of my natural lubrication. He wastes no time in scissoring through me, thumb already firmly pressed against my clit, adding the most delightful pressure. His other arm curls around my waist to help hold me steady as my hips start to twist and turn, too turned on to sit still. A moan slips from my mouth as I squeeze my thighs shut, trapping his fingers in between them; a silent plea to slow down before I combust.

“Sweetness,” he croons through kisses. “Just *kiss* breathe *kiss* through *kiss* your *kiss* nose.”

Mumbling into my ear that I should just bite him if I have to, Damsons fingers continue their assault on my pussy, sharply thrusting them as I snap my mouth shut, opting instead to harshly breathe through my nose.

This man is so sexy, like the way he gets me going is unnatural and I fold every. single. time; the squelching noises a clear indication of that. Unwrapping his hand from around my waist, he reaches up to brush across my lips, which in turn has me searching for his. There's a tense stare down between us, his pupils largely dilated, as he tugs on my bottom lip and stretches it forward. After he lets it go, it snaps back into place and his lips immediately find mine in a soft kiss. One, two, three pecks later and the hand that once lingered over my mouth now grabs a hold of my jaw, opening it wider as he pushes his tongue inside.

Face cradled in his palm, his nose brushes against mine and I can’t help feeling slightly more relaxed as I delve into the warm kiss, thighs slackening in the process. Drawing my arm up, I grab him by the neck and bring him forward, fingers sinking into his kinky scalp as I deepen the kiss. Our tongues glide over the other, slick with moisture, while Damsons fingers have now taken on a slower pace. Removing them, there’s a sticky trail that follows as he reattaches them to my clit, twirling it between his fingers, in a gentle pinching like sensation.

We finally pull apart, chests heaving, while his minty breath fans over my face and he shoots me a sinful gaze that has me on the verge of exploding. The smirk that follows has evolved into a bit of a chuckle and I find myself whining for several reasons as the twisting of my bud is now being pressed into a steady motion of figure eights. Placing his lips on my neck, Damson whispers assurances and sweet nothings alike, which manages to turn me on even more.

My hips roll into his fingers, desperate to cum and then I feel it, one of his digits reentering me as he starts a come hither thrusting motion. Face still planted on my neck, it only now dawns on me that Damson would make the shittiest look out, and the macaroni noises that's picked up in sound has me lining the border of panic and thrilled.

My hips continue to meet his fingers as he swiftly plunges them into me and my hands fly to my mouth to cover any noises that may slip out. Reaching up to remove them, he makes me promise not to keep those pretty sounds to myself. And that does it. Those honeyed words that he’s constantly whispering to me, the excitement that we may possibly get caught, and the intense clitoral stimulation pushes me all the way over the edge.

Hands now tightly clutching both armrests, I have to lean over and clamp my mouth on his shoulder so as to not wake the rest of the passengers. Speeding up his actions, we manage to hit a bit of turbulence which normally leaves me queasy, but now has my eyes rolling back at the heavenly sensations.

Damsons fingers come to a final stop as he slides them out of me and into his mouth instead, lustfully peering through half closed lids as he does so; and it takes everything in me not to fuck him right then and there.

“Woah, someone got carried away,” he teases looking back at his shirt indented with teeth marks. “What’s the saying? Don’t bite the hand that fingers you?”

A small fit of giggles leave me as I recline back into the chair, my post nut state leaving me feather light and spent. The retort I had dies on my tongue as I lock eyes with one of the passengers opposite us, who quickly stops staring in an attempt to feign sleep.

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“Warriors for the Dub,” I confidently yelled across the hall.

Chuckling as I stride back into the office, coffee in hand, I’m mad excited for tonight's game. Right now it’s a toss up between the Warriors and the Cavaliers and my hating ass coworker is a diehard Lebron fan. I’m talking this man can do no wrong. And I’m all for Lebron don't get me wrong, I can respect the hustle, but that man cries way too much for my taste. Just get in there and play the fucking game without calling for fouls every quarter.

The door slamming against the wall interrupts my thoughts and I look up to see just who has the motherfuckin audacity; my posture relaxing as soon as I eye Damon’s bitch ass stepping through the threshold.

“Ayo for real that boy Curry is done for,” he boomed. “So you might as well just run me my money right now.”

“Just because your rent is due doesn't mean you get to walk around here harassing people; budget better bitch.”

“Ain’t nobody short on money Luke it- matter of fact, lets double up on it.”

“You really wanna go double or nothing?” I questioned.

“That’s what I just said, don’t bitch out on me now.”

“Damon ain’t nobody worried about a few dollars,” I countered. “That’s chump change.”

Damon is what I’d like to call a competitive wagerer. That man will quadruple up on a losing bet even if all he has to give for it is the pants around his ass. Just constantly tripling up on a stake in hopes that the next one guarantees him a pocketful of money. How he still walks around here with two fully functioning knee caps is beyond me.

“Ain’t y’all niggas spose to be working?” comes a voice chiming in from the door.

“Yes sir, I’m just finalizing some of these last minute reports before I hand them over to Luke for the Swiss fiscal account.”

“That’s real cute Damon, but I heard you motherfuckers all the way from the bathroom.”

“Well what you riding a nigga for then?” Damon groaned.

“My bad boss,” I conceded. “But by the end of the day all the statements will have been completed.”

“If y’all two sons of bitches gone be gambling in my establishment, at least have the decency to do it quietly,” he barked. “And while we’re at it, Luke, I need you to stay behind tonight to get a head start on the Cayman Island accounts.”

“My man, any other night and I got you, but tonight is the finals and I already have everything all set up.”

“Luke, if I don’t see at least some headway on those reports by tomorrow, don’t even bother coming in.”

“Sheesh, so much for a work environment that feels like family.”

“Damon shut yo ass up and clock out while you at it,” he ordered, stomping out the room; Damon angrily puffing behind him.

“Fuuuck,” I muttered.

Five days worth of planning down the damn drain. I’m talking surround sound installed and ready to go. Acoustic panel strips glued to the door of my mancave for the perfect noise cancellation, effectively soundproofing it. And wings from my favorite spot preordered and ready to deliver for the exact time I pulled into the driveway. Deadass, the only thing I had left to do was take a quick shower once I got inside. And with how long it takes me to get home once I got off, I would’ve been out the tub just in time for player introductions.

Now my boss wants me to sort through this pile of shit tonight? It’s gonna take me at least an hour to make even an ounce of progress trying to unscramble these makeshift ass policy reports. Truth be told, he’s only doing this cause he thought his underdog ass team was gonna come through and make their way to the finals. Well jokes on him cause the Celtics haven’t been relevant since Rondo was on that bitch. I mean he’s a cool boss when he’s ready, but I need to square up with him at least once outside of work hours. Nothing too hectic, just long enough to let out some frustrations.

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Tonight's game starts at 7:00, meanwhile I just barely wrapped up everything for the Swiss fiscal accounts; my impatience growing as I eye the current time of 6:30. Vigorously rubbing my temples, I let out a sigh of annoyance as it dawns on me that I may very well spend the first half of the game in this office - all my weeks worth of preparation wasted.

Sending a quick text to my wife that I’ll be working overtime, I set up the game on my phone and give myself until the end of the first quarter before I call it a night; opting to stream it for some background noise.

|~~

Halfway into the second quarter, I’m just shy three pages into the Cayman Island files, stopping every so often to watch Draymond run a foul. Honestly I couldn’t tell what’s going on with that paperwork, but I’ll be damned if I sit here and find out. The very least I can do is finish up these last two quarters in the comfort of my home. Boss said I had to make some headway not finish it, I thought to myself as I packed up to leave.

“Boy aint no fucking way,” I screamed to no one in particular, hands slamming against the steering wheel; those orange striped cones tall and unwavering as they barricade the street, mocking me.

Ten minutes into my drive home and my usual route, of all times, is blocked off. Now I gotta take the residential area which is chocked full of stop signs and speed limit ass followers. The third quarter is just beginning and the fleeting thought crosses my mind about finishing the game at the nearest bar; dismissing the idea soon after, my heart intent on salvaging whatever is left of this night.

“Agghhhh”

Five minutes away from my house, the sportscaster announces the end of the third quarter with the Warriors at 88 and The Cavaliers at 73. They cut for a short commercial break and I floor it the rest of the way home, fingernails digging painfully into my palms.

Bursting through the front door, I fling my jacket on the back of the couch. My tie follows shortly after, softly slithering onto the floor. Feet noisily slipping out of each shoe, it’s become a messy clothing trail left behind; a chaotic version of footprints left in the sand, and although my steps can be retraced, it’s far from picturesque.

Mancave be damned I think, making a beeline for the front room which to my surprise is already playing tonight’s game. I plop into the seats, confusion etching onto my features as I get the strangest case of deja vu.

“I swear I’ve seen this before,” I whisper.

Sitting up further, ass dangling off the edge of the seat, this game is starting to look a little more familiar than I’d like. And it isn’t until I peep the infamous two player scuffle that I realise it's an old game, head hanging in irritation as I pinch the bridge of my nose to calm my nerves.

A quiet, but unmistakable giggle sounds from behind me and I turn around to eye none other than the culprit herself, bursting into hysterics like shit is funny.

I go and make my way to the basement to try the game down there, but I just about tore that place up looking for the remote. Stomping up the stairs, I try our bedroom as a last resort to see the actual game playing; only it's muted. Eyeing the remote, relief washes over me and I quickly snatch it off the dresser trying to press the buttons as I aim it at the tv every which way, to no avail.

Muffled laughter in the background has me turning over the remote to see that the batteries are missing. Tongue poking against my cheek, I try to weigh my options of giving into her shenanigans or just watching the game on my phone like I did earlier tonight; not that I think she’ll let me.

We’re currently in the fourth quarter with 10 minutes left on the clock and everyone still has all their timeouts so I can realistically catch another 25 minutes of game time. Again, I doubt I'll get a chance to watch any of that, at home that is.

And I peep exactly what’s happening too, she ain't slick. Knowing how important this game is, she chooses to pull these childish ass stunts to get a rise outta me cause apparently I get “erotically aggressive” when I’m frustrated, or in this case, competitive.

Albeit, I think it’s mostly stemming from boredom. Something about taking matters into her own hands cause she's been feeling overlooked lately. But I’ve promised her more quality time between us as soon as I wrapped up the Swiss fiscal accounts. That project has taken more time away from us than I’d like, but it was crucial that I made the deadline. Shit, the bonus coming my way has already been spent if I’m being honest. I even made plans to take a few days off from work in preparation for a surprise getaway to show her how sorry I really am. Then she goes and pulls this fuckery. This right here is why she can’t have nice things.

“Y/N, please don’t do this, at least not tonight,” I warned.

Stepping into the room, batteries in hand, she twirls them through her fingers taunting me with each swipe, pondering exactly what I’d do for the batteries in question.

“Imma count to 3.”

“ONE!” she so boldly started for me.

Head cocked to the side, I have to forcibly tuck my lips between my teeth to hide the impressed grin that threatens to show. Meanwhile her eyes are narrowed into slits just daring me to make the first move; and I’ll be damned if I don't.

“Three,” I barked.

Stalking towards her, I scoop Y/N up and over my shoulder to which she purposely tosses the batteries throughout the room. I land a handful of smacks to her ass, clenched fists beating on my back in return. Slamming her onto the bed, I crawl between those pretty, brown thighs and wrap my hand around her neck.

“You wanted my attention so badly mamas, now show me why you should keep it.”

A dry, gagging sounds from the back of her throat, but I don’t have time for nonsense tonight. Releasing her neck I send a quick love tap to Y/N’s cheek, instructing her to tell me what’s next.

Pushing me to the side, Y/N quickly switches positions as she straddles me, grinding her clothed pussy into my dick while she catches her breath.

Swallowing a groan, I send a sharp smack to her thighs and demanded a speed up in pace, lowkey hoping to have a quickie so I can get back to the game.

Scrambling, she reaches for her shirt and throws it over her head, my favorite laced bra flying not too far behind. My dick twitches as the sight before me, pathetically rubbing against the friction of my pants while she plays with her nipples until they harden underneath the touch. Moans tumble from those luscious lips as she begins to circle her hips over mine once more, rubbing her core deliberately into the growing tent of my pants.

Raising up ever so slightly, Y/N’s underwear follows suit and she so boldly crawls over to my face, easing on down until her lower lips align with mine. Hands cradled around her plump ass cheeks, I pulled her closer and got to work, munching on the pussy like it was my last meal.

Tongue swirling through her slippery folds, I slide it further toward the glistening center, flattening it as I apply some much needed pressure. Hips thrashing away, I clamp down on her thighs until she has nowhere to run, intent on letting her feel every ridge of my tongue as it slithers toward the throbbing of her hooded clit.

We build a nice rhythm, the buckling of her hips a clear indication. Head thrown back, her hand tightly grips the headboard as the other sinks into my hair, roughly pulling on my coils while she whimpers into the quiet night. Body quivering above mine, I begin sucking on her clit without relent and it doesn’t take long until Y/N stiffens, a mouth full of her sweet essence the end result of a wave well rode.

Shallow panting turns into quiet breathing and usually after an orgasm, she tends to doze off, but I'll be damned if she gets a good night's rest after tonight's mischief. Shuffling on the bed, my clothes land next to hers in the corner of the room, my dick now at full attention.

Sliding my hands up to her waist, I hurl her onto the mattress below. Back to the sheets and legs spread eagle, I instruct her to finish what she started. Deciding to crawl on top of me, I stopped her mid-climb emphasizing, “aht aht aht, turn around and give me sumn good to watch.”

Tongue seductively gliding over her bottom lip, Y/N sends a knowing smirk my way as she readies herself to ride me reverse cowgirl. Hands wrapped around my dick, she gives it a few strokes, pussy teasingly hovering over where I need it most. A thunderous smack to her thighs gets the message going, her shrill shrieking turning me on a little more than I expected. Hips finally lowering onto my shaft, I let out a breathy moan, fingers sinking into her soft skin, all but ready to slam her all the way down.

“Mhnmmm, stop playing and put that pussy on this dick mamas,” I groaned. “C’mon and soak it real good for me.”

Knees connected to the sheets, one hand cradles my thigh for support while the other guides just the tip along her sopping lips. Now moist with her slick, Y/N raises up entirely and continues to jerk me, head diving down south to swallow my nuts whole.

“Aghhh shit, where the fuck you learn th-”

Pressure on my sac and hands swiftly stroking my length has me turning pussy real quick, encouraging her to keep going, my earlier outburst quickly forgotten. It may not be the sensation I was going for, but it for damn feels good as hell. Fingers digging into her flesh, they envelop those thick thighs, opting instead to knead them soothingly, sensually - her warm skin almost as sizzling as my desire, our low grunts bouncing against the still walls.

“You missed me real bad huh? Show me just how much.”

Tongue sliding against my balls, I feel every ridged texture coupled with the strokes she refuses to slow down on and it makes for a mind blowing sensation. Eyes rolling back, I almost miss the way her pussy slowly drips on my belly.

Removing my hand, I slide a thumb inside, sending slow, languid thrusts. After a few minutes, I inch my thumb closer to her clit, rubbing that mother fucker in steady motions of figure eights. Mouth hung open and hand movements sluggish, we stayed like that for a moment; slowly milking each other to the brink of pleasure.

Releasing my member Y/N sits up, my thumb falling to my side. Hands now resting on my thighs as she makes eye contact over her shoulder while slowly sliding down my shaft.

“This feel good baby?” she faux’s innocence. This woman is gonna be the end of me.

“Mhmm, squeeze me how you know I like it.”

That kegal shit she does makes my eyes cross over. The way her warm walls hug my dick in all its spongy goodness, mhnnmm fuck I could stay like this forever.

Grabbing a handful of each ass cheek, I help guide her on a rhythm that makes us both feel good, one where she actually makes use of her ankles instead of scooting on my dick like she’s trying to push in a chair. It's a position where I know she won't last long but also one where she experiences the best orgasms. Apparently from this position my dick rubs along her clit in all the right places and I ain’t mad at a two for one special.

Sitting forward, weight pressed on her forearms, Y/N garners better control and starts to bounce on me in earnest.

“Unhh, just like that keep going,” I grunt.

“Tell me you love me,” she screams.

“I love you.”

Raising my hips to meet hers, I grab a hold of her waist and drive into that pussy full force, the headboard viciously knocking into the wall behind us.

“Say it again Luke!”

“I love you,” I croak.

“Tell me what you want baby,” she coos.

Coming up off her forearms, Y/N slowly sits up and gets into a squatting position, hands nestled on her kneecaps as she readies herself to drain me dry.

Intensely rocking her hips, the steady sound of skin slapping against skin fades into the background as my heartbeat loudly pounds in my ears, toes tightly curled while my hips continue to meet hers thrust for thrust.

“mamas *thrust* I’m so *thrust* sorry,” I growl.

“Aghhh say it again.”

“Sorry, sorry, sorry,” is the tantrum that spills from my lips, shouting as I hit my peak. Fingers damn near embedded into her skin while I empty my load inside her fertile walls.

Y/N comes shortly after, her juices splashing around us. Falling on top of me, her back to my chest, I wrap my arms around her as we lay there in our post orgasmic bliss, heavy breathing coming to a slow stop.

“Mamas, I am so sorry that you’ve felt the need to resort to this as a result of my neglect,” I apologized.

“Luke, I just wanted you present is all, I feel like we were starting to drift and I got scared.”

“No, no, no if ONLY you knew what I had in store for you; but I’ll do my best to at least check in when work seems never ending,” I assured her.

Holding up her pinky, I lock mine with hers to which we share a kiss to our thumbs and then to each other. Promising a better act of communication between us, I wrap her in my arms and assault her face with slobbery kisses, encouraging her to never pull this shit again and to get a full night's rest as she’ll need her energy for the morning.

The game is still playing mute in the background and from what I can see they just wrapped up, GSW blowing a perfectly good 15 point lead.

“Well I’ll be damned. Damon really did win the bet, and double at that.”

A vibration from my phone has me already knowing who’s on the other line but I don’t have time for that man’s antics tonight. I can wait a few more hours before I have to sit up and listen to non stop gloating.

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“Are you sure you won’t drop me?”

“Girl, bring your ass over here and stop playing.”

“Danny, I swear if you drop me I’m fucking you up,”

“Y/N, it’s a simple enough move so that won’t happen,” he assured.

“Yeah, well I’ve seen people end up in the ER for less.”

“Listen, all you gotta do is jump in my arms like so, I’ll swing you around to the other side,” he explained. “And then you’ll land to my right.”

“Danny, that made zero fucking sense. Lemme see that video again.”

Chuckling, he hands over the phone where we watch a slowed down version of the tik tok in order to get the steps right. It’s one of those cool fight sequence look-alikes in what I like to call Black Widow’s signature move; but really it’s just the flying head scissors. He’ll do most of the work so I don’t quite understand what he’s getting out of this, though it wouldn’t be the first time he’s had me rehearsing for the latest trend.

Sighing, I give in to practicing the moves, only if he promises to start a new series with me, to which he reluctantly agrees. Squealing, I make him shake on it and then get into position to start this tik tok from hell.

Standing up straight, we both get in place for me to hop in his arms. I start with a light jog, springing toward him with Daniel immediately swinging my body throughout the air, only my leg slams against the furniture.

“Ahhh shit, Danny put me down,” I screech.

“C’mere lemme see,” he says, reaching for my leg.

“This is what I get for letting you talk me into this.”

“Hear me out, I didnt drop you.”

No he did not. The glare that I send his way has him pretending that he doesn't see me as he inspects my foot for any bruising. After massaging it through the ache, we run through a couple different techniques that we think would give us a better outcome and then stand up to try it again.

“Ok furnitures out the way which gives us a wider space to work with”

“Gotchu, but let's turn off this ceiling fan just in case,” I added.

He tells me how he doubts my legs will hit the fan as it’s too high in the air, but goes to flick the switch off nonetheless.

Feeling more comfortable, we start the routine from the top, me jumping in his arms as he sways my legs around his neck. But I didn’t realise that I’d locked my thighs, so when it came time for him to pull me to the side Danny ended up tugging me along with his neck; tripping over his feet but catching his balance in the very knick of time.

“Shit D, I’m sorry are you okay,” I ramble on as he puts me down.

Rubbing around his neck, he twists it in a circular motion to get any kinks out and we go over a few more do’s and don’ts for a safely performed stunt. Scrunching his face in discomfort, he assures me that he’s fine and gets into position once more.

“At this point, is it even worth it?”

“Girl, just jump your ass in my arms,” he objected.

Starting from the top, I get into a runners position, jog forward and leap into his arms as he catches me. Wrapping my legs around his neck, I make sure to keep them loose this time only he doesn’t swing me to the other side; arms tightly squeezing my back to hold us in place.

“D, why’d you stop?”

“Wait wait wait, let's pause here for a minute.”

“Are you gonna put me down or areeeee YouUUu ahhhh Daniel stop,” I shriek.

Laughing, he sits us on the couch and carefully places me beside him.

“Why did you do that? Burying your face between my legs like that, you’re lucky I didn’t cramp up.”

“Now this wouldn’t be the first time you’ve found my head nestled down there, why you acting brand new?”

“Well, I’m usually prepared for your antics.”

“Stay ready so you ain’t gotta get ready,” he teases.

“Boy shut the fuck up.”

“No but for real, practicing that lil move got me thinking,” he confessed. “What if we tried to 69 while standing up?”

“Hell no, cause what happens when you cum? I’ll fall head first on the floor and boom straight to the ER.”

“Ok, no more Greys Anatomy, you feel like everything is an accident waiting to happen.”

Daniel does agree that in the moment, things may become too intense to the point where one of us might lose balance; but he’s also hell bent on trying it anyway. I don’t know what's so fun about standing up, I mean the bed works just fine. But I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little bit curious to see if it’d feel any different. As usual he convinces me to try another one of his impromptu ass ideas and we decide to go commando as it only makes sense. What didn’t make too much sense? Going in dry or in his case, a gummy. So we decided on a little foreplay to speed things along.

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I dive head first into the kiss, Danny's warm lips embracing mine while he slips his tongue into my mouth. His hands grab a handful of my ass and gently position me atop his lap while my hips grind against his. Sliding my fingers further down, I run them across his pert nipples, squeezing both between my digits as I break the kiss to lick along his jawline. A groan tumbles from his throat and his fingers find themselves wrapped in between my moistening folds.

“I see you’re almost ready for me,” Danny rasps.

“I’m always ready for you D.”

“Hmm.”

Placing his mouth on mine once more, he nibbles on my bottom lip, teeth lightly grazing against the flesh as his hooded eyes lock with mine. Releasing it, he moaned, “you got some nice ass lips on you.”

“Oh yeah? You should see the other ones,” I challenged.

Humming, he lands one last peck to my mouth and stands us up, suggesting that we’re ready for action. Shedding the rest of our clothes, we get into position for what I hope is the final time.

“Ok so when I pick you up, put your knees on either side of my neck and rest them on my shoulders,” he instructs. “And if for any reason you want to stop, tap my left thigh two times okay?”

“Okay.”

“Go,” he shouts.

Running into his arms yet again, Daniel catches me with both hands and effectively spins my body downward so that we’re standing in 69.

“Alright, now what?” I question.

“NoW wHaT? Y/N, put my dick in your mouth.”

He can be so dumb sometimes. Every sexual act we’ve ever had has come naturally, both of us hungry with lust. So this whole planned sex thing is throwing me a bit off. Maybe if I just dive in, it won't seem so awkward.

Reaching for his length, I guide it to my mouth and send a playful lick from the base of his shaft to the top of his tip. Circling the gorging head with my tongue, I slide it slowly inside my mouth.

“Sucking dick is an art form, now show me how you can be the next Picasso,” he taunts from above.

Opting to nestle him in the back of my throat, Daniels thighs tremor ever so slightly, his whistling sharp against my ears. This leads me to bob my head forward while my fingers knead his balls. Spit gathers around the corners of my lips which helps me suction him off a little smoother. Widening my jaws, I open my mouth as far as it can go, tongue flatly nestled against the topside of his dick while I drive forward at an insane pace, curly hair whipping against his legs.

And that's when I feel it, his warm tongue snaking between my pussy lips. Wide and rigid, each sweeping motion makes me shudder as he laps at my core. My movements halt to a slowing stop and it's then that he attacks my clit. My moans come out muffled and I try squirming away, Danny’s hold on me tight and unwavering. I just about lose it, eyes rolling to the back of my head, but gather my wits just in time enough to release his length and swallow his balls instead; which by this point is laced with sensitivity.

Using my hand to jerk his dick, I continue my attack on his nuts, the driving of his digits somewhat halting my movements and the slurping of mine slowing his. Knees buckling over, he decides to detach us both and helps me stand upright, my balance a little off as all the blood drains down from my head.

“Damn girl, I should hold you upside down more often,” he chuckles.

“That sounds oddly enough like a threat.”

“Well it’s a promise,” he boasted. “Now get your ass in the room so we can finish where we left off.”

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Eyes clamped shut, I try to focus on my big deep breaths to shift my mind from the very thing that has me burning from the inside out.

Fingers squeezed into fists, the stiletto shaped nails are sure to leave a mark, but the pain does nothing to distract me from the intense feeling somehow overpowering the way my nails dig into palms.

Legs tightly crossed, maybe if I clench my thighs hard enough I’ll be able to wedge my underwear forward enough to feel a moment's relief.

But it’s the cold sweat that trickles down my forehead that has me waving the white flag, body slackening in surrender as my whimpers go ignored.

“Keith -“

“Who?”

“Daddy, I- I meant to say daddy,” I stammered.

“Continue”

“I’m so sorry for breaking the rules, but this punishments gone a little too far don’t you think?”

Naive is what I am for thinking we were just here for a nice dinner. You see, two weeks ago I had just wrapped up a 12 hour shift and I was absolutely exhausted. I rushed home, soaked in a lemon-tea tree infused bath, lit my favorite scented candle, and retired for the night shortly after.

The duvet had the perfect amount of fluff to it, the central air was set to a cooling 70 degrees, and the pillow cases oozed with the soft smell of fabric softener. Rubbing my feet together, I was set for the evening all but ready to give in to slumber.

But something was missing. I was clean, the sheets were fresh, and the mood felt cozy; a little too cozy I thought. Alone in this massive bed the friction from the duvet had me feeling a little more sensitive than it should have.

Rolling on my back, my fingers slid into the lacy fabric of my underwear and in between two warm thighs, slithering over skin until it found its way inside of my warm center. The moisture isn’t enough and so I stuff my digits inside of my mouth, tongue swirling in between them until they get wet enough to finish the deed. Hands shoved inside my panties, they work over my clit and inside my lips at a delicious pace until the familiar build up inside of my belly erupts. Moans swallowed by the silence of the night, those wet, squishy noises come to a slow stop as I hit my peak.

But I don't see the shadow in the corner of my room, bathed in darkness, waiting and watching until my body succumbs to the bliss of ejaculation. The slow round of applause jolts me into a panic and the apologies pour out of my mouth, even sliding a bribe in the midst of it all. But the light laughter that leaves him lets me know that I can't sorry my way out of this one as I’ve broken the golden rule: don’t touch yourself without us present.

Days go by and the nerves are eating me alive. Chores get done in record timing, favorite dishes are prepared, and the apologies never cease. But they never wavered, their cool demeanor unsettling me to the point that I wish they’d yell, fuss, do something. Instead they were understanding, doted on me, and promised dinner at my favorite restaurant since I’ve been feeling so “neglected.” The night even came with a special gift too, a brand new lingerie silk set in my favorite color. Attached to it you ask? A powerful vibrator to add some spice to the evening, though all I’ve been feeling was torture.

“You hear that Q? The punishments gone a little too far.”

“I hear it Keith,” he chuckled. “What I’m also hearing is a lot of audacity.”

The vibrator turns off and I let out a big sigh of relief, thinking up a way to go to the restroom and trash the damn thing.

Placing strands of hair behind my ear Quincy holds my cheek in his hand, tutting at me in disappointment, as he pecks first my forehead, next my nose, and lastly my lips.

“Come on sugar, don’t make this harder than it has to be,” he coos. “You knew the rules and you know what comes with breaking them.”

Keith's hand slither down my lower back where it rests on my waist. He leans in and places butterfly kisses all over my neck.

More apologies tumble from my lips as both my men pepper my body in tiny kisses while caressing my skin in the most delicate of ways.

“Q I’m so sorry for touching myself without your permission,” I moaned.

“And for what else?” Quincy asks, sucking on my bottom lip.

“And for trying to get you to keep it a secret,” I mumbled.

Leaning into me further, Q cups my face with both hands as he slides his tongue into my mouth. Pulling apart, his warm breath fans over my nose and I smell the red wine he’s been nursing since we got here. He goes back in, pulling first my top lip between his teeth and then my bottom, scraping off my shiny lip gloss while he goes in for a final peck.

I feel stunned. My eyes are glazed over with lust while my mind is at a standstill at the fact that they can throw a few kisses my way and I still manage to melt into their arms like putty.

“Sugar, if you were feeling that neglected, all you had to do was say something,” Quincy whispers.

“But I wasn’t-“

“So you defied us out of disrespect then,” Keith states.

“No, daddy, I was just so tired and I wasn’t thinking straight and I worked so long,” I rambled.

“Mhmm, well let us show you why you shouldn’t forget it again then,” he says, sliding his other hand underneath my dress and between the junction of my thighs.

His fingers push my panties to the side and slip in with embarrassing ease, while he drives them inside of me at a painfully slow pace. My body is overly responsive and from the few seconds of interaction I find myself on the cusp of cumming, only he slides them out altogether.

“Aht, you really think you deserve to cum?” he scoffed.

Sliding his wet fingers inside of his mouth he sucks them clean, returns to his side of the booth and sips his wine like nothing ever happened.

Q on the other hand places one final kiss to my cheek, makes me promise to take my punishment like the good girl he knows I can be and then picks up the menu to finish where he left off.

The vibrator starts up again, except this time it’s sets it to the max. Hands flying to the table they grip the cloth for some kind of reprieve, legs twisting around one another while my eyes slam shut. Body wiggling off the chair, my heels lightly tap against the floor until my body finally erupts, a small squeal slipping past my throat at such an intense orgasm. Slick trickles down my legs and I fall back against the cushion, slight relief etched into my features.

However the vibrator is still going, my body severely sensitive so the once good feeling is slowly turning painful. Eyes brimming over with tears, I swing my head in the direction of Q who’s so newly infatuated with that fucking menu and then to Keith who’s intently staring back at me, eyes full of mischief, just daring me to make one wrong move.

Mouth quivering with affliction, I mouth silent pleas to Keith; begging for some kind of solace, but him shoving the remote in the deepest parts of his pockets gives me the answers I need.

“Next time, you’d think twice before you pull a stunt like that again,” he lectured. “Now, get ready to order cause our waitress is coming over.

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“Y’all when I said let's go camping, I was thinking something along the lines of smores, maybe even a cute lil bonfire,” I ranted. “But to be out here in natures ass crack, the possible meal of a grizzly bear is where I draw the line.

“Y/N, we’re in a makeshift tent in the backyard, I doubt a grizzly is making it this far into the city,” Aldis sighed.

“And if he does, we’ll hear him,” Trevante added.

“Was that supposed to make me feel better?”

“This is practice Y/N, you stay complaining like this on the real campsite and a grizzly will be the least of your worries.”

“Aldi, is that a threat?” I gasped.

“No, it’s a warning, so take heed.”

“Ohhh Aldiii, you giving out warnings now?” Trevante mocked.

Deadpanning Tre, I look over to Aldis to assess what the problem really is.

“Aldi, you know I don’t do the whole nature thing, but I’m legitimately trying FOR YOU."

“You ain’t gotta try if all you gone do is keep complaining,” he protested.

“I AM -“

“Hey hey hey y’all enough,” Tre interrupted. “Let's put a pin in it before one of us says something we can’t take back.

Always the peacemaker that one. Trevante is quite literally the definition of lover not a fighter, whereas Aldis on the other hand is my little hot head. We tend to clash from time to time, but we’re learning which buttons not to push.

He’s been begging us to go camping for a minute now and I finally gave in last weekend, opting to do this only if I could work my way up there. Tre is no more keen to do it than I am, but pushed those feelings to the side for all the times Aldis has been so willing to try something for us. I guess it didn’t help that I’ve been bitching since we crawled inside here.

Sighing, I apologized for my earlier whining and creeped over to his side of the tent to seal it with a kiss. He accepts it with a grumble, but the scowl on his face tells a different story.

“Baby, I am so sorry for not coming in here with an open mind and if you let me, I’ll have us all making noises a grizzly wouldn’t dare interrupt.”

I get a small smile in return, but it’s not the heart melting one I’m used to seeing.

“Please, forgive me and come morning I’ll fix your favorite breakfast.”

“There are no stoves in the woods,” Tre reminded.

“Right, well I’ll do whatever it takes to survive in nature,” I promised. “No soap, no toothpaste, just a knife and my killer instincts.”

A chorus of woahs follows from both men, Aldis urging me to relax, emphasizing the idea that living in nature surrenders the use of modern technology not hygiene.

“Yeah well I’ll stay clean ONLY if you forgive me,” I bargained.

Chuckling, he leans in and pecks me on the lips, formally forgiving my prior tantrum.

“Moving forward, I don’t wanna hear no lip and you’ll do exactly as I say,” he demanded.

Wrapping my arms around his neck I lean in for another kiss, mumbling a yes sir. Deepening it, I feel Tre’s palm run across my ass, caressing its curves in the softest way.

Aldis’ arms wrap around my waist, pulling me in closer as his lips run over mine, trailing down to my chin, my neck, and stopping just shy of my breast.

“Now, tell me more about those non interrupting grizzly noises,” he says through light pecks.

Shuffling off the floor Tre gets behind me, locking me in between them, sprinkling his fair share of kisses along my back in agreement with Aldis.

Turning so that my body faces forward, I rest my arms on the shoulder of each man; leaning firstly into Tre and then into Aldi to swap a little bit of spit.

“Well, for starters we’d need less clothes.“

“Like this shirt for instance,” Tre proposed as he tugged it off me.

“And these pants,” Aldis added, unbuckling them. “They don’t really serve much purpose do they?”

Shaking my head no, I help them shed the rest of the clothes by ridding myself of the remaining undergarments. Now in my birthday suit, I watch as each man's clothing finds itself in a pile next to mine.

Tongue slipping between teeth and over my lips, I can’t help the jolt of excitement that washes over me as I ready myself for both my men. Leaning over to Tre, I sink my teeth into his skin as I suck on his sweet spot, no doubt leaving a hickey - eager to mark him in the sexiest way.

He breathes out soft, shy pants and I reach down to grab his semi hard dick as I stroke it back and forth. Dribbles of precum ooze from the tip and I drag my thumb forward to smear it against his length, allowing me to jerk him off a little more smoothly.

Tilting over to my left, I lean into Aldis and dip my head into the firm arch of his shoulder blade, peppering his jaw in open mouth kisses; spots of saliva left behind after each one.

He then grabs my left breast, his mouth swirling around the hardened nipple as my head tips back at the delicious sensation, quiet mewling tumbling past my lips. Tre follows suit with my other breast, tweaking and kneading before taking the nipple into his warm mouth.

Hand gliding down Aldis’ lap, I stop at his girthy member, tracing over each thick vein while I softly run my hand over his nuts. Bringing my hand to my face, I spit in the palm and return it back to his length, this time stroking him with ease.

Breathy moans follow, but it comes out muffled around my nipple and I take this chance to speed up in pace on both men, hoping to see their creamy finish.

“Tell me how good this feels,” I whimpered. “Matter of fact, cum for me so I know it’s real.”

Heated lips run along my skin, tongues leaving wet trails in their paths while hands get entangled with limbs and moans get engulfed into the noiseless night. My body feels hot with desire, eyelids fluttering closed, and mouth ajar, I couldn’t tell who was doing what but my movements never ceased; eager to bring my men over the edge.

Their heavy breathing becomes more erratic, my cooing and encouragement having them spill onto me as my hands come to a slow stop and I lick each fist clean.

Grabbing the back of my neck, Aldis pulls me in for a kiss, thumbs spreading my lips open to taste himself. Pulling away, I turn over to Tre and dive in for another round of tongue twisting, saliva trailing down our chins as we pull apart.

“On all fours Y/N, you know wassup,” Aldi directed.

“Yes sirrrr, Tre you on the bottom baby?”

“I’m wherever you want me,” he winked.

Lying down on his back, he helps position me on top of him, dick in hand as he watches me slowly slide down his length. A heavy gasp leaves us both at the heated feeling of being connected. After we adjust, he gives me a lazy smile, mouthing a quick I love you to which I eagerly return it.

“Ready for me angel?”

“Go for it Aldi.”

“I’ll be your genie, Y/N, every fucking day if you let me,” he confides, smearing his cum between my ass.

“Your every wish would be my command,” he continued, entering first with his finger.

“You’re my beacon of light honey,” he insisted, adding in another digit. “In an otherwise bleak and cruel world.”

“You both reassure me that all is not lost,” he chanted, driving his fingers into me, the pace deliciously unwavering.

“Y’all have given me the joy to call you guys family,” he admitted, removing his fingers entirely.

“But this ass? Oh this ass Y/N is what I can call home,” Aldis ended as he thrusted to the hilt.

No matter how many times he’s entered my backdoor, I can never get used to his sheer size. He always knocks the wind out of me and I find myself planted face first into Tre’s chest, his hands cradling my jaws as I seep back into reality. Sweet nothings are whispered into my ear but it’s the driving force of their dicks that fully reels me into the present.

“There she is,” Tre snickered. “I got you baby girl, don’t you worry.”

I barely recognize the sounds coming from me, my words now indecipherable, cock-drunk and drooling as they tear me apart. Aldis wraps his hand around my throat, drawing me in to plaster my lips with sloppy kisses while Tre takes a hold of my waist to drive his dick further into me, my pussy stretched around his dick as his tongue explores the shape of my neck.

My fingers are embedded into skin, whose I don’t know, but the crescent shaped marks will reveal it sooner or later. Tongue sliding against Aldis’ while Tre’s fingers dance every which way across my waist and thighs, I can’t help the howl that escapes me; grizzly bear be damned, my body feels worked over past its limits.

The peak that I hit seems never ending, my soul paralyzed and heartbeat accelerating, while everything around me ceases to exist. I come down just in time enough to feel them splatter my walls simultaneously which elicits a minigasm of my own.

Loud, labored panting is all that I hear. Rough, calloused hands is all that I feel. Navy blue sky littered with twinkling stars is the view that meets me and I must admit that camping isn’t so bad after all.

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“C’mon angel, put it in all the way.”

“Idris, it wont fit and I’m not about to make it either.”

“Just let me help you push it in, you’re not doing it right.”

“No, cause then it’ll stretch.”

“It’s elastic, so it’ll snap back.”

“We’re still here daddy, I can just get another size as opposed to destroying this one.”

“I mean if you want your jeans to fit like sweatpants, then go for it.”

“You’re so dramatic, it simply doesn’t fit, and you’ll love me either way; sweat pants or not.”

“I mean yeah, of course but it’s drip or drown; and if you're gonna be with me, then you’ve got to be drippin.”

Sometimes it’s best to ignore him. God knows I love my boyfriend, but I can’t with the shit that comes out of his mouth. It’s like somebody teleported him back to 2017 and he’s readjusting to the present life.

Albeit fashion is a big deal to Idris, I’ll give him that. But I, for one, value comfort over everything. It’s just one of those things we’ve come to meet in the middle about, though he’ll still try and rearrange my wardrobe if given the chance.

“Idris, can you add this to the ‘maybe’ pile in the corner please?”

Taking the pants from me, he neatly hangs it up in the corner of the room, uttering how even tho my clothes aren’t dripping, he can be.

“Oh my goodness,” I laugh. “Really? Tell me you’re joking.”

“Now why would I do that mhmm? In fact I remember a time when stargazing in public was on both of our bucket lists.”

“Yes, in the car or under a moonlit beach not the damn mall,” I gushed. “Idris nothing about this says private.”

“Is that not the point of PUBLIC stargazing,” he enunciated.

Ahh yes, stargazing - an act in which one can observe the many stars of the galaxy sometimes as a hobby or sometimes for scientific research. Of course our star gazing meant something vastly different. Even though we didn’t need a telescope to see them, there was still that warm and fuzzy feeling when they did appear.

You see Idris and I have a thing for code words. It’s used mostly when gossiping about people or situations. But recently it's become a fun new way for us to describe sexy times in front of others.

How real would it be to blurt out amongst your friends that you just want to take your lover home and become one with the sheets? I’m sure they’d understand but I’m not tryna let people know every time I want my back blown out. So instead we came up with a way to state our intentions without having to dance around certain words.

For example, Sunday dinners with the family goes something along the lines of 'do you want to go stargazing afterward?' Similarly to how it's socially acceptable to tell your loved ones that you and your partner are trying for a baby but not that their pussy turns into a mini day care every night; except our family hasn’t quite caught onto the the fact that neither of us so much as own a telescope; though I fear it’s only a matter of time until they do.

I’m not as sexually daring as Idris but I refuse to punk out of this. He thinks that I’ll back out of stargazing simply because we’re in a public place where people can hear us? Let's be clear, I absolutely would, but the way my competitive nature is set up, I’ll stargaze with him. Shit, he better be ready to see the milky way too, cause I’ll be damned if I don’t make him cry for me.

“You know what daddy, drop em,” I demanded, chin pointing toward his pants. “Gone ahead and give me something shiny to see.”

To say that he was shocked would be an understatement, bug eyed and eager as he runs his tongue across those juicy lips. He doesn’t let that falter him for long and makes quick work of the buckle of his pants. And my God if that action isn’t my personal little aphrodisiac.

Knees hitting the floor, I watch in awe as his dick springs free, pre cum slowly dribbling from the tip.

“You this wet already for me?” I tease. “Tell me exactly how you want it.”

“Use your mouth.”

“Nuh uh, use your words,” I insist.

“Start by getting the tip nice and drenched for me angel,” Idris lamented.

Inching closer to the head, I open my mouth and spit on it, watching intently as it trails down to the floor.

“Now what?”

Smirking, he asks me to drain his balls entirely and I work on doing just that.

Gathering the tip of his penis in my mouth, I use the wetness to help me suction him. Cheeks hallowed and teeth tucked, I make sure to maximize on his sensitivity; tongue twirling around that mini slit lined at the head.

His thighs quake ever so slightly, which only pushes me to suck in earnest, making sure to keep the tip nestled against my tongue.

Fingers cradled behind me, I lock them together, opting instead for hands free head so I can really talk my shit once we’re done.

Deciding it’s time to show some love to the rest of his lengthy member, I slow my ministrations and softly run my tongue along his shaft; tracing each thick and hardened vein - starstruck at Idris’ skin, a rich shade of chestnut.

This part always gives me some trouble, but I’m willing to sacrifice a little comfort if it means I can hear him sing for me; and quite frankly he’s not doing enough of it.

Bobbing my head steadily, it takes a minute for me to gain some traction, mouth now sliding along his dick with ease. His hips start a slow thrust and I bounce my head a little quicker, twisting from side to side as I do so.

Finally, it’s drenched enough for me to take the entirety of him, stopping only when I reach the base of his shaft. His dick is properly lodged down my throat and I do everything I can to breathe through my nose, slight gagging noises making its way past my lips.

As quiet as he tries to be, the harsh hissing that meets my ear encourages me to make quick work of him, bobbing in short, rapid successions, listening intently as his groans turn into quiet moans.

Face planted against his coily pubes, they’re trimmed to perfection, the tropical notes of his coconut body wash lingering inside my nose. The deep, onyx color glistens with a mixture of precum and spit, similar to that of stars littered against the never ending black hole of space, as they softly tickle my cheeks.

Dislodging him completely to take a much needed breath, the cool air feels icy against my drool ridden chin. Tears brimmed at my eyes and pussy clenching against fabric, this dressing room is fixing to see way more than just changing of the clothes.

“You wanna cum?” I taunted. “Make those pretty noises for me and I just might let you.”

Dick jumping in anticipation, I decide to head down south and give a little love to the overlooked - his ball sac.

Slurping them in my mouth, I swish them around, mapping over the textured skin. His girthy member sits on my forehead, wet and dripping; adding to the soaked mess down under.

I get a light hum in return and suction him to a the very fine line of pleasure and pain. A breathy moan follows and his hand soon finds itself planted at the root of my scalp.

Thankfully he cant see the smirk that lines my lips and I give his balls a few more swirls before I set them free with a loud pop.

“Haaaah”, is the desperate whine that I hear above me, but somehow I need more.

Dick once again at the bottom of my throat I remove it until I get to the very tip and slam it back down again.

“Just like that daddy, keep it up and I can make it real good for you.”

*slurp*

“What’s my name? Huh? Let these bitches know who’s making you quiver like the slut you are.”

*slurp*

“C’mon and cum for me like I know you can, Idris.”

The fingers once tangled in my hair soon find themselves wrapped around my throat, squeezing me with just enough pressure to remind me how little control I actually have here. And while it was fun while it lasted, feminism doesn't exist with his hand around my neck.

“Open wide for me angel.”

Tongue slithering past my teeth, I lay it flat for a full display, watching intently as he jerks himself to the finish line and in my mouth.

He shouts his release, a little higher in pitch than I expected, chanting my name like the prayer it is.

“Now close your mouth and swallow like I know you can,” he grunted.

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Deeply inhaling, a crooked smile dangles on the corner of my lips as the soft scent adds to the cozy atmosphere. There’s notes of lavender and frankincense that linger, almost lulling me to a peaceful sleep. The diffuser on the countertop spills Eucalyptus oil into the damp air, the harmony of aromas relaxingly pleasant.

Candles line the bathroom floor, all unscented, instead adding to the intimate vibes. The lights are dimmed, my only source of visibility is the flame of the fire flickering through the dark room, entranced as I watch them dance against the drywalls.

The water is deliciously warm to the touch, almost too warm - it’s that scorching feeling that borders the line of pain, scared to submerge my body entirely as some parts are more sensitive than others. The longer I sit here, the more my body adjusts to the scoiling temperature and I slowly inch my way down until I'm chin deep into the bath. The epsom salt is crunchy against my legs, the textures oddly satisfying as I rub against them until they disintegrate.

Bubbles filled to the brim, they’ve become this fun distraction as opposed to the serene scene Kofi intended them to be. And while it is captivating, I find it a lot more entertaining. I’ve found myself blowing them, splashing them, and even molding them to my desire.

“Aren’t you supposed to be relaxing?”

“This is relaxing,” I giggled.

Slipping in behind me, Kofi gently submerges himself into the bath, his added body heat making me even hotter; and I don't mean in temperature. Hands crawling to my shoulders, he begins to massage them, his fingers working out the stress from earlier today. Firmly caressing his digits into my shoulder blades, my groans hint at which spots need the most attention; growing louder every time he rubs the flesh just right.

“What's got my pretty girl so stressed out?”

“Baby, I swear I love my job and I wouldn’t trade it for the world, but sometimes it gets tiresome carrying the workload.”

“Do you think the workload is too heavy? That maybe you need a few days off?” he suggested.

“No it’s not that, ow-”

“Sorry, was that too much?”

“Mhmm”

As nimble as his fingers may be, Kofi for sure knows how to use them. They rub and dig and knead in the best ways, but sometimes his hold can carry a bit too much pressure. Intent on massaging out the knot, sometimes he doesn’t realise that his once firm touch can easily pass over to discomfort. Kissing along my temple, he promises to go softer, eagerly getting back to the topic at hand.

“So if it’s not your workload that's bothering you, it must be something else? It sounds more like you’re carrying the team.”

“I don’t mind stepping in when I need to.”

“How do your shoulders feel beautiful? They’re sagging and the knot is gone.”

“Great,” I sigh. “I feel like I can bench press 70 pounds.”

“Oh yeah,” he chuckled. “Lemme see how I can get that number to 80.”

Laughing, he stops massaging my shoulders to which I whine in protest. A kiss to my lips effectively stops me in my tracks, Kofi assuring me that my night is far from finished. Reaching over to the shelf beside us, I hadn’t realised how he stocked it in preparation. He has a little of everything, unsure of which direction this night will take us. There’s face masks, oils, wine bottles, a lighter, bath bombs, rosemary, and a few other things I don't get the chance to linger on.

“Do you trust me?”

“With my life,” I breathed.

“Good, no questions moving forward please. I just need you to let go.”

Grabbing a cup from the shelf, he dips it below the water, filling it to the brim.

“What’s that for?”

“Didn’t I just say no questions?”

“But-”

“Aht”

“All I want -”

“Don’t even, now close your eyes.”

Emptying the cup over my head, I dramatically blow out the excess spittle of water, mostly because I didn’t expect it. And of course Kofi wouldn't explain things either, interrupting me every time I decided to inquire further. He repeats this two more times, until my hair and face are fully drenched. The water is a little hotter than room temperature now, so the sensitivity of my scalp welcomes the warm downpour.

His hands reach for the shampoo next to us and my mouth forms an “O” at where this is going, deciding to just sit back and let Kofi do his thing before my endless questions ruin what he’s attempting. Pouring the thick goop into his hands, he rubs them together before delving his fingers into my hair.

My curls are easily tangled when wet, so I watch as he does the five finger method, carefully running his hand through each section of hair before scooping it all together. Once he successfully detangles my head, Kofi goes on to rub his fingers sturdily against my scalp, focusing more so on massaging it as opposed to washing my tresses.

“Mhmmmmyy goshhh, baby this feels AMAZING. I should let you help out on wash day more often.”

“So you can tire my hands out? I don’t think so,” he jokes.

“We can split the chores, you wash and I style.”

“Let me marinate on that for a bit. What I really want to know is why you’ve been working yourself to the point of exhaustion?”

“Because unnmpph, right at the base please.”

“Down here?” he asks, working his thumbs toward the back of my head.

“Yes, thank you! And I guess it’s because I didn’t see how ragged I was running my body. One offer turns into an expectation and before I know it, I’ve effectively taken on the job description of at least three other people.”

“Mhmm,” he hums. “I love your willingness to help gorgeous, but to put it simply, those motherfuckers do not care. Takers never get tired of taking, but givers do get tired of giving. You’ll give the literal clothes off your back if you have to and trust me they’ll take it without question.”

A comfortable silence falls between us, one where I get a moment's clarity. A moment where the rose colored lens shift ever so slightly. When something becomes my passion I won’t hesitate to see it through, but what I haven’t seen is how quick people are to take advantage of that drive. I can love my job and still set boundaries, and it’s a shame it took me putting my body through so much to see that.

Thankfully Kofi is gentle with me. Kind enough to point out where I went wrong without ever making me feel bad for my actions; only encouraging me to learn from my mistakes from this point on. And if I can get this type of treatment every time I mess up, I may have to mess up that more often.

Rinsing through my hair, he conditions it all the same, fingers actively kneading the tension away. Eyelids fluttering close, I embrace his gentle touch and allow my body to just be. To feel his hand against my skin and the warmth of the water. To smell the arrangement of scents that linger in the air. To listen to the flickering of the flames from the candles. To watch the bubbles bounce around the tub with each movement. I try my best to take it all in - relax my mind, still the whirlwind of thoughts, and allow myself to be present - the bullshit of the world forgotten.

Before I know it Kofi rinses out my hair once more, the worries of this week sliding down my shoulders. Leaning into his chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat becomes my own personal ballad; interrupted by the rumbling of his chest as he asks how I’m feeling.

“I’ve given it a lot of thought babe and you’re right, those motherfuckers do not care.”

Agreeing, we talk a little about setting boundaries, but most importantly working my wage. Fingers delicately cradled against my cheeks, he presses his lips to mine, so soft I barely feel it. His minty breath fans against my face and I close my eyes while his forehead rests against mine, the two of us reveling in the ambiance of the night.

“I see that you’re tired, but do you think you can do one more thing for me pretty?”

“Mhmmm.”

“Go ahead and spread your legs.”

Eyes shooting open, it’s the vulgarity of his words that throw me off. Kofi and I are no stranger to hot sex, but every time I hear how filthy he can get, it sends a wave of heat throughout my body.

“What all do you have planned tonight exactly?”

“I thought we agreed no questions. The only time I wanna see your mouth open again is when I'm putting my dick to the back of it. Now be real good for me and open up.”

The retort is on the literal tip of my tongue, just itching to jump over the edge, excited to see where another “mishap” can land me. But Kofi’s worked so hard to make this night special, so it’s only right that I see things through the way he intended.

“Good girl,” he praises, fingers resting on my clit. “Stay just like this for me.”

Straight to the point Kofi starts to gently rub on the nub, my skin between his teeth adding to what already feels ethereal. His other hand reaches up to my breast, tweaking the nipples to attention; and my arms fly to the edge of the tub, needing to grab onto anything for stability.

“Im just getting started,” he kissed. “I just need you to hold out for a little while longer, yeah?”

“Uhnnn ye- yeah.”

Hips bucking into his fingers, I throw my head onto Kofi’s shoulder to ride out the sensations, my breathing growing ragged as he cranes his head forward to slip my nipple into his mouth.

“Not yet.”

“Babyyyyyyy, I can’t hold out for much longer.”

“You wont need to, I promise.”

Fingers swiftly rubbing over my clit, my hips continue snapping into his expert fingers, thighs shaking the water out the tub. His tongue swirls around my nipple, warm and electrifying. Hands gripping the tub, I beg Kofi to let me cum, relief washing over me as he finally does.

“It’s true that takers never get tired of taking, and on some level I can relate, because I’m gonna take every last drop your body has to offer,” he promised. “So be extra good for me, and give me one more pretty.”