THIS IS NOT WHAT I PRAYED FOR
TEASER & EXCERPT
Sitting at the edge of the bed, “Read My Lips” she commanded in a seductive tone.
He channeled his eyes directly on them; shiny, textured with gloss, anticipating non-verbal dirty talk.
Slowly, she swayed her head from left to right, expressing denial.
“Uhn-Uhn honey, my other ones.”
She lodged backwards on the bed, pulling her sexy legs behind her head into a pretzel position. She was panty-less, only wearing a black long sleeve fishnet top, eager to gratify his visual senses.
“Look how wet and ready I am for you papi.”
She was affectionately playing with her Brazilian waxed genitalia as he gazed intensely.
“Don't you want to put your dick in there.” she said, wildly alluring him through words and imagination.
“Yessssss......”
He had a sultry look, gently biting his lower lip.
“But..........”
Mesmerized by her fondling the creases of her glistening pussy lips, there were gaps in his verbiage.
“Not before I bury my face in your pussy...... annnd...ummm”
He was momentarily lost for words.
“Penetrate your narrow slit with my tongue.”
He moistened his lips, signaling his appetite.
At a slackened pace...“And with it, I will do figure eights, then the alphabet....in reverse, from Z to A, but I'll stop at letter J.”
Rubbing her throbbing clitoris “Why would you stop?” she asked sensually.
“Because at letter J, you will be cumming down my chin.”
She pursed her lips...“Ewww daddy, I like that.”
“And I love that you like it.” he replied, as he started to caress his manhood from the padded leather executive chair he normally sat in.
She rose to her knees, with her back facing him.
He couldn't help to notice her incredible bottom, with a Lion head tattoo on the left cheek, and D' Ass inked on the right cheek.
She leaned forward, dipping her lower back; ass elevated, face slightly above the mattress covered with soft, silky purple satin sheets.
Tantalizing him, she moved her ass unsteadily as he fetish the noise of her cheeks colliding together.
“Do you like what you see?” she asked, reassuringly.
“Oh yes, no doubt.”
“Well prove it to me....stand up and let me see how hard that dick is you touching on.” she demanded, surveying him through the large frame-less wall mirror above her headboard.
He stood up from the chair unashamedly exposing himself
“Ohhh daddy you have convinced me.”
There was an endless moment of silence, while gazing at each other mysteriously. He was undeniably lust-struck, by her powerful glance.
As the absence of speech continued, her eyes began to talk. He scanned deeply into them, attempting to interpret the visual messages.
“Go head, let me see you jerk on it.” she requested, gripping her curvaceous bottom with both hands. Her sex appeal was intoxicating.
He started groping his upright dick at a moderate pace; groaning lightly; eyes fixed on her ass; He had an unreasoning fondness for it, just as nearly all men. It was her most desirable feature.
She spread apart her butt cheeks.
“So tell me big daddy....which hole do you want to fuck?” she solicited in a harsh tone. Naughty language came naturally for her; she had no boundaries.
Knock Knock Knock
Startled by the strikes at the office door, his heart was racing; quickly, he slammed shut the lid to his stylish laptop that was on his mahogany desk. It was an Acer Ferrari, his most prized gadget. Not only did he use it for business purposes, but he conveniently logged onto CherokeeFetishes.com where as a member he was able to stimulate his sexual desires via live interaction over the webcam.
“Just a second!” he said, while fastening his pants. He was panicky and apprehensive.
“Hey Pastor” she said, just as he opened the door.
A former flight attendant, she gave up the friendly skies and moved to Nashville after Freddie offered her a position as the church administrator a year into their existence. The ministry rapidly blossomed and there was a need for someone to assume the role. Coupling the offer with the untimely death of her father, she wanted to get away and believed the move would be like a breath of fresh air.
“Sorry to interrupt you.”
Expressing dissatisfaction “Naomi you know goodness well you not disturbing me, and I know that you are aware of my open door policy with our staff.”
“Yea I know, I know...But that's just the way I am.”
He exhaled a deep breath of sarcastic-frustration.
She smirks.
“Anyways, here is a check for payment from Traci and Kevin; It's for their Before You Say I Do classes. She just dropped it off with me up front.”
“Okie dokie” he said after she handed him the check and trotted back to her work area.
Tracy was one of his members, several months away from entering into a sacred union with Kevin Bridgewater. Pastor Cousins was the officiating officer for the wedding ceremony.
After closing the door, he slumped down on the chair, covering his face with his hands. He felt relieved that he just avoided disaster.
