Contents (31)
- Also by Omar Tyree
- Contents
- Under Pressure
- Still Strokin’
- Nightmares
- Celibacy
- Cock Blocking
- Sex Crazy
- Anything Can Happen
- Damn!
- A Lot to Think About
- Say What?
- Hypocrisy
- There Is Always Another One
- A Crowded Room of Women
- No Peace, No Pleasure
- Guilt-Ridden
- Turned Out
- New Tricks and Treats
- In the Closet
- The Mansion
- They Got Me
- Anything Goes
- Sexaholic
- Plenty of Options
- Back to Chaos
- Party Over
- A New Beginning
- Figure It All Out
- Epilogue
- About the Author
“That’s enough acting, Victoria,” I told her. “No more. I don’t want to get in trouble with the klan.”
She tried to laugh, but she couldn’t. It felt too good to her, too.
“Okay, Terrance,” she moaned. “Okay,” she repeated, while I slammed her from behind. I had her dress pulled up and her heels still on inside the closet, just like I wanted. I had one hand on her lower back and the other massaging her titties.
You talk about a rush of cum building up, it felt like I was ready to send her through the closet wall in a few more strokes. I lost all of my coordination and had Victoria speaking in gibberish:
“Unh, ah, hunh, euw, ah, euw, unh, ah, hunh…”
“Are you ready for this?” I asked her. “Are you ready?”
“Yea, yuh, ye, ye…” she whimpered.
I said, “Okay…I’ma take it out…I want you on your knees…you take it in…”
She said, “Okay…okay…”
So I pulled out, took the condom off, and I was still vibrating like a dog in heat when Victoria turned to face me and dropped to her knees.
“Do me, baby,” I told her. “Do me good.”
She sucked me back and forth about three times, and that was all that was needed. I grabbed the closet pole above my head, prepared to break it in half like a superhero in an action movie. Tears rolled out of my eyes and down my blissful face.
“Oooooohhh…” I moaned. But Victoria didn’t stop there, she kept on sucking me even after I had emptied myself out to her. Usually, my dick was too sensitive to touch after I nutted, but she did this move where she sucked and licked just enough for me to know that she was there, but not enough to go overboard. I guess she had prior experience with a sensitive dick and had learned how to treat it.
To my surprise, she had me hard again.
“Oh, shit,” I responded to it. “How’d you do that?”
“You just have to suck it softer.” That’s what she did, too. She sucked me soft and slow inside the closet until I was ready to explode a second time.
“Oh, shit,” I told her and ran my hands through her hair. “Oh…oh…OH…”
This second nut felt as if it would be as strong as the first one. Could Victoria take down two solid nuts in less than ten minutes? I was amazed!
I started jerking around again and grabbing at the closet pole, and she swallowed down my second nut.
“Aw, you gon’ get me addicted,” I told her.
She said, “Good, that’s what I want. I want you hooked on me.”
By that time, our eyes had adapted to the dark of the closet, and I could read her face enough to know that she was serious.
“That’s what you want, huh?” I asked her.
She said, “Yeah, that’s what I want.”
WHEN WE CLIMBED out of that closet, I was spent, but Victoria wasn’t. I made it over to the bed and stretched out on it to rest. Victoria washed up and rinsed her mouth out in the bathroom. Then she took her dress and heels off and crawled up in bed beside me, butt-naked and still horny. Her breath smelled like peppermint.