The Weekend Part 2

Chyenne stirred sleepily in her king size bed. Then sun was peeking in through her Hunter Douglas designer window shades, beckoning her awake. She stretched languidly wishing she could just sleep for a few more moments. Her body was remarkably weary. Last night had gone better than she could have ever dreamed. After their impromptu romp in the kitchen they shared a lengthy shower, during which Terrence feasted between her thighs until she was too weak to stand. They took turns applying lotion to each other and slowly dressing. After which they returned to the kitchen where she finished the preparation of their meal. They sat out on the balcony and ate under the stars. When dinner was done they cuddled up on the couch, listened to some jazz and simply talked. They caught each other up on work, and family, laughed till they cried, and eventually just drifted off into a comfortable silence. When one of their favorite songs came on Terrence pulled Chyenne to her feet and they slowly danced. Him to the rhythm of the music, her to the beat of his heart. Eventually they made their way back to the bedroom, where they made love until they were exhausted. Chyenne fell into a deep satisfying sleep, only to be roused again at around 4am for one last thorough fucking. What Terry liked to call the cherry on top.



Now here she was alone in her bed, reminiscing on the past few hours. ALONE?? Quickly she rolled over feeling nothing but empty space. Where the hell was he? She sat up scanning her room for any signs of him. Nothing. Oh no he didn't get his ass up and leave in the middle of the night like she was some random booty call. He knew exactly how she felt about that shit. Chyenne jumped out of bed grabbed her silk kimono and headed out into the rest of the house. Immediately she was stopped in her tracks by the aroma emanating from her kitchen. It smelled of crisp bacon and sweet cinnamon rolls. She smiled wryly to herself and headed back in the direction she came from. He always said she jumped to conclusions too easily, but she never gave him the satisfaction of thinking he was right. She made her way into the master bathroom quickly brushing her teeth and washing her face. She combed her hair then re- emerged looking vivacious and beautiful. By then her stomach was roaring, so she decided to join him the kitchen. He was busy with his back to her when she first approached. Wearing only his boxer briefs he looked good enough to eat. His cocoa brown skin glistened with a light sheen of sweat. Chyenne stood mesmerized watching him move about the kitchen. When he turned and flashed that mega watt smile of his, her heart surely skipped a beat.


“Good morning gorgeous” He spoke.


“Mmmmmmmm good morning indeed” she purred.


“Have a seat, breakfast will be ready in a moment.”


“Take your time Daddy. I'm enjoying the view”


Terry glanced over his shoulder at her and raised an eyebrow in response. Chyenne took a seat on one of the stools at her breakfast bar. She watched as Terry moved skillfully around the kitchen plating eggs, bacon, potatoes and cinnamon rolls. He removed a large carafe of orange juice from the fridge and made his way over to her. Simultaneously kissing her forehead, he served her plate and flamboyantly said “ Bon Appetit!” She giggled at him while tasting the first bites of her food. “Mmmmmmm, Soooooooo good baby” she cooed.


“Yes you were damn good last night” he joked


Her cheeks turned a deep crimson. “I was talking about the food Mr. Nasty so get your mind out the gutter”


“My mind wasn't in the gutter, it was between your legs” he said seductively as he turned her stool to face him and positioned himself comfortably between her thighs. She instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist and linked her arms around his neck. He kissed her deeply, savoring the taste of her full sweet lips. She was intoxicating to him. Already he felt like could split a brick with what he was swinging between his legs and that was simply from a kiss. He pulled away and the sexiest little whimper escaped her. She looked up at him with those big brown eyes and he could feel his control slipping away. She began to kiss his cheeks, then his neck , moving ever so slowly to his ear. “I think we should head back to the bedroom ” she whispered.


He locked eyes with her and replied “ No. I have a better idea” He took her hand and slowly led her out to the balcony. From the 26th floor it overlooked almost the entire city. He led her to the rail and stood right behind her with his arms wrapped around her thick waist. He kissed her neck and whispered softly “Do you trust me?”


“Of course I do” She responded


“Good.”


Without another word Terry began to loosen the belt on her robe slowly allowing it to come undone. He allowed his hands to slowly move up her body exploring her nakedness. Reaching her shoulders he eased her out of her kimono. She stood before him naked and beautiful. Her body almost glowing in the sunlight. He had never been so aroused in all of his life. He quickly removed his boxer briefs and slowly began to grind into her plush ass. Instinctively she moved with him, meeting his slow grind with one of her own.


“Mmmmmmmm damn you feel good on my dick” Terry moaned as his lips found their way back to her neck. Slowly his hands made their way to her exposed breasts. He held them, slowly thumbing her nipples. He flicked the erect bubs of tender flesh until they ached with want. Chyenne arched her back pressing her bosom further into his hands. She wanted to spread the delicious sensation throughout her body, but Terry would not comply. He simply continued stroking her breasts as she strained against his hands and wiggled her bare ass against his dick.


Sensing her need Terry released one breast and slowly began letting his hand drift down her body. He traced the shape of her curves until he found his way to the juncture at her thighs. Softly stroking her there he inched his fingers inside her delicate folds. She was so slick and hot it drove him crazy. He gently caressed her entire slit until her knees went weak. He turned her around and hoisted her up, never once letting his fingers slip from between her legs. She sagged against him limply, panting like a bitch in heat. Terry loved her like this. He braced her against the railing and began to suckle at her stiff nipples while he continued to rub her soaking wet pussy. His fingers sought out her aroused clit, rubbing it in tight small circles. Chyenne could not take the exquisite pleasure he was forcing on her. She humped her hips lewdly at his fingers as they continued to manipulate her very core. She held onto the rail as he tugged at her nipples with his teeth.


“Oh God Terry, Jesus!” she whispered as she felt herself losing control. Her climax imminent, Chyenne closed her eyes and let the passion erupt from her.


“FUCK!” She screamed as her honey began to flow.


She threw her head back as her body shook violently, the orgasm wracking through her like a tornado. Terrance was enraptured. He watched hypnotically as she quivered over and over again. He felt her release a wave of fluid onto his fingers and when she had quieted he removed his glistening digits to bring them to her lips. Still somewhat in a daze Chyenne's lips opened automatically as Terry pressed his honey coated fingers to her lips. She suckled them like a hungry baby. Devouring every drop as if she could not get enough. Again he watched her. With her eyes closed trying to milk his fingers, she moaned seductively as if she was tasting the greatest thing known to man. Suddenly he was consumed with an emotion bordering on passion and jealousy. He wanted those fingers in his mouth, wanted to taste and savor her sweetness. Adrenaline rushed and before he knew it he was fisting her hair bringing her hot mouth to his. His kiss was deep and penetrating. He was searching her mouth with his agile tongue looking for remnants of what he longed for. He pulled away unsatisfied and knew had to go straight to the source.


Chyenne braced herself as he hoisted her leg up and buried his face in her dripping womanhood. He licked at her honeypot like a rabid dog. Tongue lapping, lips sucking every drop of juice he could find. Chyenne reached her hand down grinding his face further into her quim. She rode his face for all she was worth as his tongue worked magic on her button.


“Mmmmm shit, you like that pussy Daddy. Lick it. Suck it. Make me cum!” She commanded


Since his mouth was busy all Terrence could do was mumble his agreement.


Chyenne looked down on him, lust clouding her eyes. “That's it, right there baby suck it, make me cum right down your throat”


Terry pulled his mouth away and rubbed her clit hard and fast. “Shut the fuck up and gimme bitch. Gimme that fucking cum slut!” He put his mouth back to work sucking her sweet pearl and flicking it with his tongue. Her body shook as if it had a mind of it's own and she came. Wave after wave poured out of her and into his expectant mouth. He continued sucking as she succumb to the bliss. When she was finally still he emerged from between her legs faced glazed like a fresh doughnut.


Looking at her dazed and spent he had to have her. He placed her arms around his neck, lifted her legs to his waist and speared into her. Like a switch had been hit she roared back to life. “Dammit Daddy!” She screamed. He pinned her to the rail as she clung to him and fucked her with reckless abandon. His muscular ass flexing double time as he worked her pussy furiously. “ Fuck me, fuck me, fuck meeeee.” she chanted mindlessly as he worked his way in and out of her. He could feel her inner walls working him over. She was hot, tight and wet, milking him like a velvet glove. He knew at this pace he wouldn't hold out much longer so he did what he knew she loved the most. Snaking his tongue to her ear he whispered “That's right baby, fuck me. Gimme that pussy. Cum on my Dick you little slut, cum right fucking now!” She mewled like an animal and he felt her cunt squeeze him tight. She was cumming and hard. Her mouth fell open to scream but nothing escaped. Out of control he pistoned his dick in and out of her until he felt that boiling in his loins spill over and shoot through him. He crushed her to his chest as he erupted into her like hot lava scorching her very core.


When he no longer had the strength to hold her Terry let go and Chyenne collapsed into a naked shivering mass. He leaned against the wall until he could catch his breath. Finally when his world stopped spinning he extended his hand to her and she accepted. Standing on shaky legs he helped her back to the bedroom. He placed her on the bed and headed into the restroom. Chyenne lay in her sheets ready to drift back asleep with his cum still staining her thighs. She closed her eyes as he emerged from the bathroom. He spread her legs and placed a warm washcloth on her abused kitty. Ever so gently he wiped her clean. When he was done he placed the rag in the hamper and returned to bed. They were just about to drift off when suddenly Chyenne's blackberry sounded. She went to reach for it but he knocked her hand away.


“Mmmmmm baby” she sleepily mumbled “It could be important. It could be my mother”


At that he allowed her to retrieve the phone and examine it. “Shit!” she cursed as she hopped out of the bed.


“What's wrong?” Terry asked puzzled


Chyenne took a deep breath and sighed “I have to go to work”


“I beg your pardon”


“I have to go into the office. Somethings up with the Reynolds deal.”


“Can't somebody else deal with it?”


“No, this is my baby... I brought them in and I have to handle it.”


“Chy, you told me you would not be in the office this weekend. You said this was our time. I am not gonna sit around here and wait god knows how long for you to come back from work”


“Terry I know but this is important.”


“No what's important is I had work to do as well, and I didn't have to clear my weekend schedule for you to skip your ass off to work as soon as they come calling.”


He was pissed and she felt like shit. She knew he was right and he had every reason to be angry, but this was her job. No one else would do it and there about 10 people just dying to take her place. She dreaded what she had to do but knew she had no choice. She didn't know how she would make this better and tears welled up in her eyes. How had this happened? One moment they were passionately entangled on the balcony, now they were at odds. How had things gotten so muddied so quickly? She looked to him and could see in his eyes he was more hurt than mad, which broke her heart even more. She knew he had been patient over the last few months when it came to her work schedule. She knew he had cleared his calendar for her this weekend and now here she was ready to dessert him. Her work was no more important than his yet here she was acting like he didn't even matter. She looked down at her phone as it rang again and looked over at Terry sitting on the edge of the bed and she knew it was no contest. This time they would have to wait. Her Weekend was just beginning, and as she crossed the room back to him she switched off her phone

My Name

I wear a mask for all to see

Never letting them catch on to the real me

See I don't really know if its pleasure or if it's pain

Not even my own family knows my real name.

At least not the name that I wear in my heart

On my ass, in my pussy or any other part

The name that was scorched into my very soul

The name that fills my every hole.

This name wasn't printed on a piece of paper

It wasn't the name that my mother prayed for

It was in me before I knew it's true meaning

It gives me purpose, hope and a reason for being

It captures my essence and releases my spirit

It brings peace to my soul every time that I hear It

Some may not understand cause to them it's profane

While others choose to heap it upon those they disdain

But it was given to me with the meaning of love

With the promise there was nothing I need be afraid of

It's giver my guide, my lover, my friend

The one that supports me through thick and through thin

A man that found me as a hurt little girl

Then molded me into a strong woman of the world

His love and affection make me feel abundantly rich

So I proudly wear the title of his loyal Bitch

The Weekend... Part 1 of a series

Her eyes drifted over to the clock for the 3rd time since the meeting had started. Her mind was a million miles away in a fantasy world. As she dangled her slate sling back python pump from her left foot she slowly drifted back to reality. She heard someone calling her name “Chyenne.” Looking up she realized all eyes were on her.



“Chyenne, are you with us?”


Snapping out of her daze she responded “Ummmm, yes I'm sorry Mr. Walcott”


“Not a problem” he chuckled. “Now would you please advise Mr. Reynolds what his 4th quarter profits will be.”


She slipped her pump back on her foot, smoothed down her black pencil skirt with the slit up the left thigh and began her presentation. For the next 30 minutes she thoroughly defined what the after market figures would be to Kibble & Prentice's newest client. By the time she was finished she was more than ready to get out of there. As the meeting adjourned she felt a strong vibration on her hip. Shaking Mr. Reynolds hand and bidding her boss a polite goodbye, she made her way out of the boardroom and headed down to her corner office. Her 5'3, 250 lb, honeyed frame sashayed confidently through the corridor, chestnut locks flowing behind her. She checked her blackberry just as she entered her office. It was a text that simply said “I Want You”. She smiled to herself as she eased into her reclining leather office chair. After checking a few last minute emails and shutting down her PC she packed up her briefcase, locked her desk then headed out the door. The weekend was here and she was tickled pink about it. By the time she made it to the garage she had removed her blazer and slid on a pair of Gucci shades. She hit the alarm on her brand new jaguar and slid into the butter leather seats. It was a beautiful summer day so she skipped the A/C, and rolled all her windows down. Connecting her Ipod to her sound system, she put her car into motion and headed home.


As she eased her way through traffic she reflected on the past few months. She had worked herself virtually to death. Her new promotion to Senior Accountant had not come without it's share of drawbacks. It kept her constantly busy, she could not remember the last time she hadn't either brought work home or went into the office over the last 12 consecutive weekends. She felt she needed to prove herself. At only 26 she was indeed an over achiever. Numbers had always fascinated her, so it was no surprise to anyone when accounting became her field of choice. Graduating Summa Cum Luade from the Wharton School Of Business, she easily networked herself right onto the perfect career path and now it was all paying off. She had beaten out two extremely qualified candidates for the highly sought after promotion based on her work ethic, skill and a little well placed brown nosing. When the news was announced it was a shock to almost everyone except Chyenne. Immediately she had lost several friends, but she expected that. Things always changed when you became the boss. Especially when you were a person of color. The whispers hadn't gone unnoticed by Chyenne, whether it was that she got the job because she was black or that she got the job by sleeping with her boss. She never let them phase her . If anything those rumors, the fake smiles and friends who suddenly vanished only pushed her to work harder. To prove to them all that despite what they thought or said, she got her job by being the best at what she did, hands down. As she coasted through traffic and headed home she got lost in the thought that this weekend was indeed a much needed break.


About 25 minutes later she was pulling up to her 30 story luxury apartment building. She parked her car in the underground garage and made her way into the lobby. “Good evening Ms. Aires” said the front desk clerk as her heels clicked across the marble tile.


“ Hi Michael, how you doing today?” she smiled.


“I'm good ma'am, how about you?”


“So happy it's the weekend I can't even explain it”


“I understand completely” he said as she pushed the call the button.


“Did I get any mail today?” She inquired while she waited.


“Nope not today Miss.” He replied


“Hmmmm OK” she mused as the bell dinged and the doors to the elevator opened.


“Well enjoy your weekend ma'am”


“I plan to. You do the same sweetie” she called out as she waved her hand behind her.


The large doors closed, she rode up to the 26th floor, fished out her keys and made her way into her spacious 2 bed/ 2 bath condo. She had bought the pricey piece of real estate exactly 72 hours after her promotion. When she wasn't working she was usually busy getting the place in order. Today was the first day she could actually walk in and not have to work on anything. It was finished. Everything was exactly where and how she wanted it. She closed the door behind herself and just breathed it all in. She was quite pleased with how it had all come together. The hardwood floors had been worth the extra money, the granite counter tops went perfectly with her top of the line kitchen appliances and the floor to ceiling windows let the sunlight shine in beautifully across the entire space. She was delighted just looking at it.


Chyenne dropped her keys on the antique table by the door and made her way to the bedroom. She stopped momentarily to place her briefcase in her home office and closed the door. She didn't even want to think about work for the next 48 glorious hours. Once inside her sprawling bedroom she began to undress almost at lightening speed. First she took off her shoes placing them in her closet on the specially made rack. Next came the simple black satin shirt. Her french manicured fingers moved nimbly over the buttons until her red demi-cup bra was in full view, her luscious 48 triple D breast swelling to the top. Next Came her skirt which she unzipped and shimmied out of with ease, leaving only her matching red thong on. She placed the clothes in her hamper, quickly pulled on a pair of fresh ankle socks, some white short shorts and an oversized football jersey. She gathered her hair up in a ponytail, removed the sterling silver jewelry she was wearing and headed to the kitchen. She was famished.


For the last few weeks she had been shopping filling her fridge, pantry and cabinets with all of the food, goodies and drinks she could think of. She rarely had the time or was in the mood to come home and prepare a large meal so her kitchen hadn't really been broken in. Today she planned to rectify that. She entered the kitchen knowing exactly what she wanted to cook. Since it was a Friday night and she didn't really want to get too complex she settled on grilled seafood po' boy sandwiches. She reached in her freezer and pulled out the jumbo tiger shrimp and large sea scallops. She filled two bowls with fresh cool water and emptied the shrimp and scallops in. She would need to defrost and clean the shellfish before she seasoned them for cooking. While she waited she walked over to her BOSE stereo system that was wired throughout her entire condo and turned it on. Immediately the sounds or Ne-Yo filled her ears. As he sang about being sick of love songs Chyenne danced her way back into the kitchen. Swinging her full round hips as she emphatically sang along she pressed on making her meal. She began to arrange her seasonings, and pulled out the garnish for her sandwiches. She chopped fresh romaine lettuce and sliced ripe plum tomatoes. Next she pulled together ingredients for her homemade tartar sauce. A healthy helping of mayo, sweet relish, black pepper and vinegar were mixed together in a bowl and placed back in the fridge. Finally she moved onto cleaning and seasoning her fish. She took great care to remove the rubbery membrane from the scallops as well as with deveining the shrimp. She seasoned the food with fresh garlic, shallots, white pepper, paprika, sea salt, parsley, lemon and just a hint of Parmesan cheese. Just as she was done one of her favorite songs came on and she was compelled to take a dance break. Chyenne grooved like she was in a club. She closed her eyes, worked her hips and damn near dropped it like it was hot. She was having a ball all by herself, so she never even heard him enter the apt. Standing 5'10 he weighed in at about 275 lbs. His dark amber eyes locked in on her as soon as he walked through the door. He beamed a blinding white smile in her direction but she was too busy working it to even notice him. He loved when he caught her like this, dressed down, off guard, simply enjoying herself. It had been so long since they had spent any real time together. His position as partner at one of the most prestigious law firms in the city always kept him so busy and since her recent promotion she was always on the go as well. They had managed to get in a few very short lunches and one or two dinners, but nothing that would amount to any significant time. He didn't realize until that very moment just how much he had missed her. The playfulness of her, his precious babygirl.


She had mentioned to him that this would be her first weekend off from work as well as her first weekend in the finished condo. So he made it his business to clear his entire schedule for the next two days. He needed to reconnect with her. He continued to watch her as she lifted her shirt to reveal those tiny white short shorts he loved so much. He could see just the slightest bit of cheek peeking out of the bottom, teasing him into arousal. He felt his blood pump and suddenly he was overtaken with a primal urge to have her. He entered the kitchen quickly pulling her against him by the waist. She froze for a second momentarily frightened by his presence. Chyenne looked up, quickly registered who it was and pulled away. Both relieved and enraged she wailed,


“Terrence you scared the shit outta me.”


“I'm sorry” he replied as his hands caressed her backside and his lips moved to her neck.


“I could have cut you. You see I have this knife in my hand” she continued.


“MmmmmmHmmmm” was all he uttered as he continued to feel her up.


Not wanting to give in to the feeling of his hands on her body she pushed away from his grasp. Eying him up and down she asked “Ummmm what exactly do you think you're doing?”


Not one to be deterred from his current course of action he recaptured her in his embrace.


“What does it feel like?” he responded.


“It feels like you came into my house, scared the hell out of me and now you're trying to molest me in my kitchen”


“That sounds about right” he said as he slid his hands up her jersey caressing her spine.


“Well you can forget about it. I'm cooking.”


She tried to pull away from him but his grip was much too tight this time. He tilted her chin up towards him and for the first time since he had made his presence known he looked her in the eye. Her knees nearly went weak from the raw intent she saw there. He calmly spoke “Now Chy, I have been at work all day, haven't seen you for weeks, I come in and find you shaking this oh so fuckable ass in these itty bitty shorts and you really think you're about to deny me what I want?” Terrence pressed his hardness up against her making his point even clearer. She loved to provoke him because she knew how much of a turn on it was for him to exert his power and be in control, so she looked up at him sweetly, leaned in and seductively whispered “Yes.” Quickly she pulled away and tried to make her escape from the kitchen. She was almost there when he caught her by the back of the shirt and slammed her against the wall. He reached up and wrapped his hand around her throat. “Be a good little cum slut and don't fucking move.” he growled. She knew better than to try him again. He lifted her jersey up and over her head, then tossed it out of the kitchen. He could see from her heavy breathing that already she was getting excited. Her hard nipples pressed against the fabric of her bra, craving to be licked. He reached down and lowered the cup revealing the chocolatey bud. Slowly he rolled it between his index finger and thumb. He watched as her eyes closed and her back arched. She was aching for him to take the tender flesh into his mouth. Carefully he bent his head, snaked his tongue out and gently licked around her aureola. He heard her inhale sharply and when he closed his lips around her nipple she exhaled on a deep satisfied moan. He quickly moved on to her other breast giving it the same tender treatment as he had it's twin. While his mouth teased one nipple he used his free hand to please the other until they were both hard as diamonds. Satisfied he began to move slowly down her body. Chyenne's moans grew louder as Terrence proceeded to explore her physique. He kissed his way along her full belly making sure to dip his tongue in her bellybutton. Before long he was at the top of her shorts. He hooked his fingers in the waistband and gave a slight tug down, revealing her red thong.


“Mmmmmmmmmm sexy” he moaned.


He removed her shorts and inched his way back up her thighs, slowly moving his fingers closer to her core. Before long he was palming her womanhood as she ground her hips into his hand. He could could feel her wetness coating her thong and pushed his middle and ring finger upwards to add even more pressure.


“Oh god” Chyenne cried as she collapsed against him.


“You like that huh?” Terrence probed as he continued his manipulation of her very essence. Chyenne craved a release and rocked her hips back and forth against his hand until she felt she would lose her mind.


“Fuck, Terry” she whispered as his fingers finally entered her and she floated off in orgasmic bliss. He watched entranced as she bucked against his hand. She was so utterly sexy like this. Mouth open, head thrown back, eyes closed as she pulled on her own nipples, cumming so hard he could feel her pussy squeeze his fingers.


Chyenne slumped against the wall as she caught her breath, coming down from the high of her orgasm. She opened her eyes to find Terrence now looming over her, eyes glazed over with pure lust. Before she could say a word he grabbed the back of her neck and kissed her. His tongue battled hers into submission coaxing little whimpers out of her. When he pulled away she was breathless and wanting more, but he had other plans. Placing his hand on her shoulder slowly he added pressure bringing her to her knees. She licked her lips as she came face to face with his bulge. Deftly she unbuckled his belt and pants dropping them to his ankles. His blue boxer briefs soon followed suit and with no hesitation she took him deep into her mouth, slowly twirling her tongue as she withdrew. Instinctively his hands went to her hair. Grabbing hold of her ponytail, he worked his hips with the rhythm of her stroke. At first they went slow as he savored the feeling of her warm velvety mouth, but as his moans picked up so did the pace of his hips. Soon she was no longer in control, he was, as he plowed his dick in and out of her mouth, giving her face a thorough fucking. Soon she was moaning just as much as he was. The more he fucked her face the wetter she became. She could feel her pussy throb as it craved the treatment her mouth was getting. As he continued to plow her mouth, going deeper and deeper down her throat she moved her hand between her legs and began to feverishly rub her clit.


“Mmmmm such a hungry little bitch” He moaned as she swallowed his length over and over again. All she could do was moan her agreement. The vibration from her throat were more than he could take. He slammed his hips into her face and released wave after wave of his cream. Addicted to his taste Chyenne continued to suck, milking out every drop he had to offer. Only when he couldn't take it anymore did he pull her mouth off of him with an audible pop. Terrance stumbled back and leaned against the counter. Looking down at her, with her lips swollen and wet, hair tousled and her hand in her panties, he was instantly rejuvenated. She watched as his dick grew back to life and lunged at it for another taste. He caught her just as she licked the head and brought her to her feet. In one fluid motion he bent her over the counter top, moved her thong to the side and surged into her tightness. Almost immediately he felt her walls squeeze him and gush all over his dick. She was cumming hard. She bucked on his dick and screamed for him to fuck her harder. Overcome with lust he pulled her hair and began to slam himself into her, over and over, harder and harder. It felt like she never stopped cumming. One orgasm crashed right into the next. He pounded into her wildly.


“Fuck me Terry, Fuck your little slut” she screamed at the top of her lungs.


“Shut the fuck up and take this dick” he growled as he hammered her pussy.


Chyenne pushed back on his dick meeting him stroke for stroke. Clenching her walls every time he withdrew. The pressure was building up to monumental proportions as she felt her body begin to explode. She couldn't take it any longer. As Terry worked her pussy for all it was worth she felt her world splinter. Her body went rigid and she opened her mouth to cry out but nothing escaped. Her pussy squeezed him so tight he could barely pull out of her and then he felt it. The river she released on him was unbelievable. She literally covered his dick in her cream. The feeling, the sound, and the sight of it all was too much for his mind and body to take. He felt the heat rise from his balls and shoot out of him like a bullet. He crushed her body to him as he pumped what felt like gallons of his seed into her. Sweat pouring from their bodies they both lay there unable to move. Soon his weight was too much for her to take and Chyenne shifted allowing their bodies to disconnect. Terry pulled back giving her room to breath. His dick hanging in front of him limply. Thirsting for one last taste of him Chyenne dropped to her knees and began to gingerly clean his length with her tongue.


Gathering his thoughts he gently stroked her hair.


“Mmmmmmmm damn such a good girl” he murmured


Once she was done he slid down to the floor and pulled her into his arms. Kissing her cheeks and forehead he grinned at her and asked playfully.


“Now what's to eat woman?”


“Such a caveman. You would be hungry after all that.” she laughed


“That's right. Now make me some food woman” He said gruffly pushing her further into the kitchen on her butt. She stood up grabbed her clothes and headed towards her bedroom. “After we shower Mister” she chimed. He watched her walk away, then removed his pants and soon followed. By the time he got to the bedroom she was already naked and in the shower lathering up. He stepped in behind her and whispered “Let me.” He took the loofah out of her hand and as he lathered her back she thought to herself, this is gonna be one great weekend.

I'm Burning inside.

There's a burning in my skin.

I can't explain where it came from but it's there underneath the surface scorching me.

Lately my life has taken on a hazy feel.

I used to be content in my coming and goings but now something has changed.

Things that used to bring me joy don't have the same effect anymore.

I'm hott all the time like a bitch in heat, panting, wanting, waiting.

The vulgarity of it all is just low to me but for some reason I can't control it.

Sleep eludes me at night and when I do close my eyes I dream of dark depraved things.

Lost in a world of beige looking for a splash of color.

Watching the rain pour down in the same constant rhythm waiting for the lightening to strike. Something to come along and turn this flame into an inferno.

I know I sound obscene but this is just what I feel.