Rodney
was waiting for me in the bedroom while I got ready. The steam in the bathroom from my relaxing
bath had fogged up the mirror, but I really didn’t need it to see, I know my
body in such intimate detail that I could get dressed with my eyes closed,
blindfolded and in the dark. Luckily, I
had candlelight to help me as I unwrapped my terrycloth robe and began applying
my Amaretto
Truffle Coconut Body Oil from
head to toe. I loved the feel of the
slippery substance between my fingers as I warmed it between my palms. I started at my toes and didn’t miss a spot
all the way up my legs. I massaged the
muscles in my calves and my thighs, feeling my soft brown skin slip and slide
under my touch. I poured more of the
sweet smelling oil into my palms and rubbed it gently into the baby soft hair
on my mound. I couldn’t resist the
temptation and I slid my fingers in between my lips and rubbed my clit gently
for a few seconds, starting my sweet juices flowing. As I worked my way upward, I cupped my
breasts and softly pulled my nipples with my fingers. By the time I finished my ritual-like
anointment, I had massaged oil all the way down my shoulders, arms, back, and
full round ass. Rodney likes to call it
my ghetto booty, I much prefer to refer to it as my Afrocentric behind, giving
way to a less offensive description of my very bootylicious derriere. When it was all said and done, I was
glistening and smelling like a cookie fresh from the oven in grandma’s
kitchen.
I put my ankh toe ring on and a cowry shell
anklet around my ankle. My belly chain
lay softly on my hips, right above my black panther tattoo. I chose a small charm of the sun for my navel
ring and I pulled my dreadlocks up on my head and secured them in a style that
would be sure to keep my shoulder length tresses out of the way later on. I applied only the tiniest amount of
lip-gloss to my full, sensual lips and I admired my adornments and prepared
myself for the most dramatic accessory of all.
I slid the leather straps of the harness up my legs, over my thighs, and
secured the fasteners tightly. I felt my
heart skip a beat and pulse race as I prepared myself for the pleasure that was
about to come.
The
soft light from the television screen flickered and illuminated the
bedroom. Waiting on the black satin
sheets, stroking his dick watching a video we had made of ourselves a few
months back was my soul mate. When he
looked up and saw me, he started stroking his erection that much harder and
staring me deeply in my eyes, connecting with me as only lovers can do that
know each other beyond the realm of words.
His dick was completely hard and looked so inviting. Rodney turned me on so much it was all I
could do to keep myself from straddling him and lowering my hot, tight, pussy
down on every steely inch of his manhood.
But tonight was a night for a different sort of pleasure.
I
moved to the edge of the bed and he stood to kiss me. I stood on my tiptoes and wrapped my arms
around his neck. His erection pressed against
my stomach and I felt the moisture that had collected at the tip against my
skin. He grabbed my ass with his strong
hands and kneaded the soft flesh. I
melted with his manipulation and met his thrusts with my own. This time, his dick was met with my own
formidable counterpart. The hard,
silicone, black dildo that I wore sensually rubbed against his own flesh and
blood ebony column of hardness. Our
mouths found each other and we shared our lips and tongues in a passionate
kiss.
In
an effort to get him prepared, I had him lay on the bed and I straddled his
back to give him a much-needed deep tissue massage to help him relax from the
stresses of a hectic workweek. I poured
a heated pool of his favorite ginger/fig/honey body oil on the small of his
back and began working out the stiffness and creating more stiffness in other
parts of his body. I caressed and
soothed away frustrations caused by contracts that didn’t get signed, vendors
that didn’t come through with promises they made and clients that were making
irrational demands. His head lay
serenely on his folded arms and I could hear him breathing peacefully as I
worked my way lower down his body, to the backs of his thighs. He spread his legs slightly and I rolled his
heavy balls gently in my slippery fingers.
He arched his back at the stimulation and let out a low moan that let me
know he was ready for more. I had other
plans however and I was going to prolong the pleasure for as long as I possibly
could. I massaged oil into the backs of
his thighs and down his legs and took an extra long time rubbing the
acupressure points on his feet. Quiet as
kept, he’s ticklish and every time I would hit the right spot, he would giggle
like a little boy. It’s so sweet when he
does that I can’t help but get a little thrill from seeing such a strong man,
in body, mind and spirit, squirming and laughing like that.
I
turned him over and had him lay on his back.
It was my turn to have my breath taken away. His beauty is beyond words, its something that
emanates from him, in the way that he carries himself. His body is a work of art. His smooth muscles rippled beneath his brown
skin, and his stomach was a prototype for a washboard. His dick stood proudly, inviting me to
it. I accepted the gracious invitation
and made my RSVP with a sensual kiss.
I
lowered my mouth to the head and gently placed my lips to it. I looked up at him as I bestowed the first of
many kisses to my lover’s hard dick. I
took my tongue and began softly lapping at his precum. “Mmmm, you taste so good.” He tried to grab his dick and start stroking
it again but I took his hands and held them firmly to the bed as I made my slow
and sensual descent down his dick with my mouth. I could hear him gasp for air and he gripped
the sheets, letting me know that I could use my hands for other things. I grabbed the base of his dick and began
stroking it and licking it at the same time and he was thrusting his hips,
trying to fuck my mouth. My spit was
running down his balls and I was rolling them between my fingers again.
“Oh
shit, that feels so good, don’t stop, please don’t stop,” he kept
chanting. I knew the buttons to push and
I worked his dick with my mouth. I
stared deep in his eyes and I started sucking my finger. He knew the routine and spread his legs. I took my wet finger and lightly caressed the
tender skin around his asshole. I barely
touched it but he almost jumped out of his skin. My objective was not to penetrate him, just
tease him lightly so I circled my finger around the hole and kept licking and
sucking his gorgeous dick. He grabbed
the pillow to cover his head and I put a stop to that immediately. I wanted to experience all his pleasure and
that included him moaning and groaning.
The beauty of our relationship was the fact that we could give and take
pleasure so freely and I wanted to soak up every bit of his arousal.
Rodney
was never one to ask for more, especially when we were engaged in strapon
games, he was always content to let me drive that ship, control the pace. I told him, however, that part of the turn on
for me was knowing how much he loved me inside him, of hearing him beg me to
fuck him. “Say it baby, I know you want
it, say it for me.”
He
looked like he was about to crawl out of his skin, he was squirming and
thrashing around on the bed, moaning and groaning. I was relentless in my assault, deep
throating him, licking him, sucking him, and rubbing his spot. He was holding on to some macho bullshit
rules that told him that he couldn’t ask for it but I would not let him get off
that easily. I was determined to hear
him say it. I can’t tell you how
incredibly wet I get, knowing he wants me inside him, knowing I’m giving him
pleasure like that.
He
rolled over on his stomach. It was time
to get a little more adventurous. We
were prepared for the night’s adventures so I reached over to the nightstand
and took the Vanilla Cream Oil of Love and poured just a tiny amount right on
his hole. It gets hot when you blow on
it so a gently breathed hot air on his hole.
Rodney was in heaven and kept telling me it felt good. I took the tip of my tongue and started
gently lapping at his hole, enjoying the way his body reacted to my tongue
fuck. It was more than obvious that he
was enjoying it as much as I was. I made
a mental note that he was going to have to lick and finger my ass later on in
the evening because I loved it more than he did. He was at his limit for foreplay and finally
said, “Boo, you know it feels good, come on,” but that wasn’t enough for
me. We’d been through too much together
for me to let him get away with that. I
began rubbing the cheeks of his ass, making the full mounds slippery with the
oil. I took the bottle of lubricant and
drizzled it all over my strapon, and began stroking it as if it were my own
flesh and blood extension. I loved the
look of the beautiful brown penis that was protruding from my body. We had chosen it specifically because it so
closely resembled Rodney’s tool. Fully
erect, he is as thick as a can of one of those high caffeine energy drinks, you
know the ones, and he is nearly twice as long.
I loved the life-like feel of the veins and exacting details down to the
head with its pisshole.
With
my fingers slippery with lube, I began fingering him a little more. I took the tip of my finger and put it in him
and he started humping the bed like crazy.
I was working it in deeper and he was reaching back, pulling his ass cheeks
apart, trying to get me to do it harder.
This wasn’t our first time, so he was able to accommodate my fingers and
my strapon with relative ease. “Rodney! Tell me you want me to fuck you now. Say it.
Beg for my dick in your ass.”
That
was enough to send him over the edge.
What did Vanessa Williams say?
“Welcome to the comfort zone, when you need to be loved like you need to
be loved.” Rodney was in that zone. He got up on his knees, put his face down and
looked back with lust in his eyes and said, “Fuck me!”
I
swear I almost came right then and there.
I
took the slippery head of the dildo and placed it at the entrance to his
hole. I took my hands and rubbed them
all over his back and thighs and he was practically pushing back trying to get
me to fuck him. I held the dildo steady and worked the head in. The heat in the room seemed like it was at
full blast but it was actually just our sexual heat. I looked down, at the point where I was
penetrating him and I felt like I was literally inside him. I felt like I could feel that dildo like it
was my own flesh and blood. I took a
deep breath and I started pushing it in further. Rodney was loving it and begging for more and
who was I to deny him? I was stroking
and pounding and fucking him deeper.
Every time I hit his spot, he would moan out and inspire me to give him
more. I reached around and grabbed his
dick and started stroking him at the same pace I was fucking him. I swear he was literally screaming into the
pillow. He was fucking me back hard and
trying to get more and more of that strapon inside him. I started spanking that ass, letting him know
I was in control, and he was loving every second of it. My nipples were aching I was so aroused. My pussy was leaking juices that were running
down my thighs. My clit was being
stimulated every time I would bury every single inch deep in his sexy ass. There was no way to fight it, he was going to
cum and cum hard and I wasn’t going to be far behind him.
I
grabbed his hips and worked my strapon with skill. “Come baby, give me that cum. Prove to me that you love me fucking you hard
and deep.” He grabbed his dick and
started stroking it, gripping it tightly and working that hot white cum up from
his tight nuts. “mmmmmmm, I’m going to
cum, oh fuck, I’m cumming”
I
released the straps that held the harness in place and pulled the covers up
over us. We snuggled together, exhausted
from the experience before we both drifted off to sleep. Before the weekend was over, we would fuck in
every way imaginable and I would cum so many times I actually passed out from pleasure. It’s indescribable how much satisfaction I
get from making love to my man . . . in every way imaginable.
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2005 AfroerotiK
