Hey you, with your sexy Liberian ass. I want you to meet me tomorrow, the same place we first laid eyes on each other. Room 2418, if I can get it. I want you to come see a man about a horse.
“Fuck it,” I said as I hit SEND. “I’ve never had a McLaren F1. Now that’s some exotic shit right there!”
Dick Tease
Allison Hobbs
Three times a week, I wake to the rich aroma of coffee, and other pleasurable sensations. Today, my senses are further aroused by the determinedly firm grasp of a woman’s hand. Wrapped around my shaft, her palm feels like a velvet glove.
“Good morning,” Marcelle greets me, bringing me into sharp awareness. With her dark skin, her exotically slanted eyes, and silky lashes, my housekeeper, Marcelle, is a rare beauty. Her full, sensual lips are painted bright red. They entice me, and send my imagination into overdrive as I picture the ring of her lipstick stain encircling the base of my hard-on.
My shaft lengthens and thickens inside her satin clutch. Involuntarily, I begin to thrust.
“It’s so big … and powerful,” she utters, staring provocatively at my dick. Her grip tightens, providing perfect friction.
My face contorts as I forcibly shove a raging erection in and out of her closed fist. It is possible that the early-morning hand job she’s giving me might be the only way for me to get off. I struggle to reach the finish line. At any moment, Marcelle might decide that exercising her wrist is too much work.
As expected, she announces her boredom with a long, dramatic yawn. She releases my erection and covers her mouth, muffling the sound.
“Don’t stop,” I say in a gruff whisper. She’s such a dick tease, and her antics distress me. Prompting her to continue, I hump the empty air. But Marcelle is a willful woman, and I realize I can’t coerce her into doing anything she doesn’t want to do.
“I have something else for you,” the dick tease says, wearing a taunting smile.
Marcelle lifts her billowy white dress and straddles me. Her thighs press against mine. Her skin is soft and luxurious—heavenly. It’s hard to keep my hands to myself, but I have to. She’ll let me know when the time is right to indulge my cravings.
Slowly, tauntingly, she unbuttons the top of her dress. She cups cocoa-colored breasts. Fondling her perfect mounds, she entices me. Bending forward, squeezing her breasts together, she offers her chocolate peaks. “Suck,” she tells me.
My lips pucker around the dimpled flesh. My tongue whisks against one dark bud and then the other. She loves nipple play; she has orgasms when I tug her nipple with my lips while lathering it with my tongue.
The smell of her … the texture of her skin is intoxicating. My dick swells to an enormous size, and I moan from a mixture of pleasure and pain.
I’m ready to fuck. I want to lodge my hardness deep inside her. But she won’t let me. I have to wait for her command. I cater to Marcelle’s every sexual whim, and I love pleasing her. At times like this, it’s difficult to concentrate. I so desperately want to mount her, and stuff my dick inside her teasing pussy.
She slowly extracts her nipples from my mouth. Unhappy, I make a whining sound.
Feeling deprived, my lips remain parted … openly yearning for more licking and sucking. But most of all, I want to fuck her.
Her long, sepia fingers travel to her panties. Working at the side of the crotch, she pulls the elastic aside, exposing a forest of pitch-black hair. I wait for permission to bury my face inside the darkness.
She clasps my dick, guiding my bulging erection between her legs.
Her pussy emanates heat; it warms the head of my dick. I grimace as I wantonly plunge into scalding juices.
“I’m not ready,” she says breathlessly and pulls away.
“Don’t tease me, please,” I say in a tone that begs. “You’re torturing me.”
Marcelle responds with a wicked smile. She scratches a trail down my chest, causing me to wince as her fingernails cut into my skin.
I endure the pain because I want to fuck her. Trying to get into her panties, I attempt a different approach. “Take your dress off,” I cajole. “Let me see your naked beauty.”
An exhibitionist, she complies. She slips out of her dress and panties, and tosses them to a nearby chair. In all her naked glory, she once again straddles me. We’re both naked now; her dark sienna skin against warm brown.
She reaches downward and separates her folds, proudly showing off a gash of soft flesh that glistens with arousal.
Yearning to taste her, my mouth waters.
“Hungry?” she asks.