quickies

Into the Wilderness * The Premium Quickie*

Sat, 24 Apr 2010 20:54:30 +0100

...The forest room looked like an actual forest complete with trees and artificial turf. I could not believe that someone actually took the time and effort to recreate nature. It was just… well that is what I was thinking before I noticed all the naughty creatures in this “forest” with me. Oh my goodness, people in various costumes were engaged in sex acts all around me. I saw a bear cub taking it in her bottom. Then I saw another bunny, like myself, on her knees sucking off a hunter while being filled by a fisherman. Obvious sounds of lovemaking filled the air, which I can only imagine, would look like very large purple ripples of energized currents, if it were possible to capture in a photo.

To my surprise I was becoming aroused from all the action and sounds about me. Vernon is in one of these heaps. This single thought brought a feeling of excitement and jealousy. I felt like screaming his name and demanding to return to our mundane life immediately. Well, that is what I wanted until I made eye contact with a game warden. His light brown eyes locked on mine as he slowly approached me. There was a candy badge, hanging from his neck, which read ‘game warden’. “Naughty, naughty bunny do you want to lick my night stick?” he asked in a silky Caribbean accent. My eyes fell to his penis. It was the largest penis I had ever seen in my natural life. With a little coxing from him I was soon on my knees in front of him with a mouth full of dick...

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Lesson 4 Resistance

Mon, 08 Feb 2010 18:02:48 +0100

Responding to my phone's vibrating message alert, I read the following: “Lesson 4 – Resistance 9:45am” . It was from Winston, the latest addition to my little black book. I called him to gain a better understanding of this cryptic message but he simply told me that he would be at my job at 9:45am to TEACH me resistance. What the hell? Winston hung up and turned off his phone.
Approximately forty-nine minutes later, my assistant, Lydia, buzzed me to inform that I had a guest. I asked her to show him in to my office. Winston stood about 5' 6" which is shorter than my average date but there was something street; something hot; something I just could not put my finger on. Let's just say... he stirred something inside me. Lydia, winked at me as she closed the door behind him. I graciously explained to him how glad I was to see him but that I had a full morning of various meetings the first of which was at 10.
Winston grabbed me, forcefully pulled down my pantyhose forcing my skirt around my waist and started licking my clit. My mind began to whirl because the door was not locked and the 10 o’clock meeting was in my office with my direct supervisor and support staff.
Winston’s tongue found a groove that had not been played in a while. My knees buckled. My body rippled. My breathing quickened. My left hand gripped the corner of the desk as the right hand clawed at his coat. Oh shit, that orgasm approached from the distance as the marquee of my mind flashed the warning “Bitch, you better not scream because you are at work.” With each rotation of his moist tongue, my breathing became more and more labored. My body jerked as waves of Exstacy forced the spew of hot nectar. The inability to verbalize my pleasure greatly enhanced the release. As I regained composer, Winston stood with an obvious erection and said “Lesson 4 resistance. Call me after your meeting.”
I hate to sound like a dated action film but... just like that (snapping my fingers) he was gone. My desk was a mess. All of my business cards had spilled from their holder. Pens, pencils and highlighters littered the desktop and floor. The grey mesh wastebasket had been toppled with wads of notes from ideas past scattered.
My pantyhose and panties had to be discarded. So I quickly balled them up and tossed them into the tote bag under my desk. As the voice of my district manager grew louder, I made good use of a kleenex as I frantically brushed the papers and pens into the top drawer of my desk.
Resistance... what a lesson to learn on a Tuesday morning!

Readers Choice: Buckwild in a Lincoln

Thu, 03 Dec 2009 21:17:18 +0100

Durell asked me to meet him at his sister’s house because he needed “closure”. I really didn’t want to go because I don’t really care what he needs. Hell, I needed him to be faithful but did I get it? No! I’m not getting out of my car and I am only giving him ten minutes to get this so called “closure”. We were together two years; he met her, he became confused; I gave him clarity in the form of Teflon to the cranium; he moved in with her. That’s closure! I’m off probation! I paid one-third of his medical bills! I know one thing: I am not getting out of my car and he only has ten minutes.

Pulling into Lisa’s driveway, a sense of relief covered me because Durell’s black Cadillac Catera was no where to be seen. That meant I had a few more minutes to get my mind right. I didn’t want to come off as another bitter black woman but wrong is wrong and I didn’t have much to say to him.

Tapping on my driver side window, “Hey, girl! What are you doing here? Come on out and give me a hug.” Oh my goodness, that voice belonged to Durell’s Uncle Pimp. I forced myself to find a “happy place” because I don’t want to appear upset. Hugging and laughing with Uncle Pimp reminded me of the good times.

Uncle Pimp had convinced me to go inside when Durell walked up to us. He and Uncle Pimp carried on for a bit then Uncle Pimp kissed me goodbye.

Durell’s head was bald and shiny and his mustache with goatee appeared to be freshly trimmed. His dark skin appeared to be soft as a rose petal. His 6’4” frame had picked up a few pounds but they looked good on him. He was wearing grey Timberlands, black jeans, grey turtle neck, and a black jacket. He smelled of Polo Double Black. That cologne on this here man was enough to make any woman weak in the knees. But not me, not anymore!

“Durell, you’ve got ten minutes! I have plans tonight.”

“Tangela, it is just 4 o’clock. You have plenty of time to get ready for what ever you have going on tonight. Can we go inside for a few minutes?”

“No! I’m getting back in my car. We can talk in my car.”

Soon after entering my car, Polo Double Black began massaging my inner thighs and whispering into my ears. I could not focus. My heart was racing. My mind was screaming for me to pull up my skirt and ask if he wanted some pussy. My left hand fiddled with the buttons of my sweater and my right hand was squeezing my right knee as if it were trying to contain a wild beast.

“TANGELA!”

“What? Why are you screaming? What the hell is wrong with you?”

“Have you heard anything that I’ve said? I’m talking and you’re playing with your sweater. Hell, it looks like you were in a daydream! So I’m asking you… what the hell is wrong with you?”

“We had a good thing! You turned your back on us! What makes you deserving of…”

Suddenly our tongues were involved in a heated tussle; one of his hands had a grip on the back of my head and his other hand was pulling me over the armrest. There was heavy breathing, fabric tearing, the sound of something clanking against the passenger window and the horn beeped a couple of times. His rock hard dick pushed up into me as I bounced up and down straddling Durell. I winced aloud as my head banged into the roof of the car. “Wait, lean down on me. I’m going to turn you over.” He instructed me amid suckling my nipples. Our weight forced the passenger into full recline as he pulled me underneath him. In a flash he had wrangled his jeans down, if not off, and slide the remaining fabric of my panties off my left foot. Durell Taj Jenkins lifted my legs upon his shoulders and surged deep within me. Clapping, moaning, groaning, slurping and ahhs filled the heavy air inside of my Lincoln MKS. “Can you turn on the air or open one of the windows?” I managed as he flipped me upwards to taste my nectar. This man seemed to be an octopus mutant. His strokes never slacked up, his lips didn’t leave my clit, his hands were all about me but I swear he turned on the ignition and depressed the passenger rear window. But I could not be concerned with that right then because I wanted him to take it from the back as only he could.

“I want to turn over.”

WTH! I can’t explain how but we were in the back seat and my head was down up against the rear driver side door. Peering out from under my right arm I saw a trail of clothes and a shoe here and there. Sweat from Mr. Jenkins sprang upon my naked back with each powerful hip rotation. “You ready, baby?” He called me ‘baby’ oh shit that was too much I…I…I screamed “YES!” as his body stiffened with the onset of his own climax.

Collapsed in an overworked naked, sweaty heap we realized that we had tossed caution, all sensibility and every bit of self respect into the wind. We were buck naked in broad daylight inside of my car in his sister’s drive way surrounded by various on lookers including his date.