“Do you wanna grind or you want Big Boy?” she asked, referring to the nine-inch strap on she used to penetrate me with. Chelle understood that I enjoyed having intercourse with men so to accommodate my desires we sometimes used Big Boy.
Big Boy was something serious. Even though it was a dildo, it was the perfect size for my yoni, and the icing on the cake…it pulsated. I loved for Chelle to fuck me with Big Boy. It wasn’t the same as having sex with a man, but I had no complaints. Shaking my head no, not wanting to skip foreplay, Chelle started fingering my vagina, teasing my clit that was already super sensitive from the orgasm I just had. We were going at it like two freaks in heat, kissing, and sucking each other’s breasts while rubbing and grinding our bodies together. Once both of our clits were swollen and ready to purr, Chelle got in my favorite position between my legs. Straddling me sideways placing herfat, wet, juicy cat on top of mine she began to slowly grind her vagina on top of mine.
Once our lower lips began to kiss, we both began to grind against each other. This position is what turned me out. It was by far one of my favorites! I had never felt anything like it before ever. Who knew bumping coochies would feel that amazing! The orgasms I’d get were always super intense causing me to cum back-to-back and my legs to tremble every time. Once I’d reach that peak, I was down for whatever. I never knew I could have a hard orgasm without any penetration.
I remember the first time we made love and she did that position on me. That shit had me doing shit I never thought I’d ever do. I went down on her and ate her out like I had graduated from the school of giving females head. Since then, sex with Chelle had become a very frequent, almost daily thing. I couldn’t lie, the release I would get from our lovemaking sessions were stress relieving.
As I continued to enjoy the pleasure that Chelle was delivering, snippets of my life flashed in my mind of all the major events that had taken place that led up to this moment. It was awkward as hell for these thoughts to be running rampant in my head during sex, but it was beyond my control. Flashes of moments with Terrance throughout our marriage where I felt at my lowest were so vivid. Then I saw flashes of the day I cheated on Terrace with the judge of me and Brandon having sex. It had been almost three weeks since Terrance showed me any type of affection or attention, and I was in dire need of sexual healing.
It was right after a long day at the courthouse and Brandon was preceding on one of my cases. Long story short, I won that case, and afterward he and I met up in his chambers. One thing led to another, and the next thing I knew we were having hot, rough sex. I was so horny and in need of a good thrashing that it didn’t matter that dick was mediocre. He was no match to myhusband’s, but he sufficed. He knew how to work what he had. The walls of my yoni started to tremble, as the thoughts of me and Brandon’s sexcapades turned me on.
“Mmmm…Tanya, your pussy wet as fuck!” Chelle purred.
She was grinding in a rhythm that was bringing me to my sexual peak. As I moaned and groaned my mind went to me and Chelle’s sexual relationship. Chelle was a known bisexual. Occasionally she would say flirtatious comments to me, but I always laughed them off. A few times I’d catch her looking at me lustfully, I just never read too deep into it. Chelle always made it a point to compliment me, but again, I never put too much thought into it. Then one day, she invited me over to chill at her place, and after a few drinks, we went from watchingPlug Lovewith Murda Pain to kissing and groping on each other.
As my kitty began to purr, I began to moan and groan from the intense sensations coursing through my body. Chelle and I had reached our peaks together. The slipperiness from both of our vaginas increased the intense vibrations that continued to flow through my lower region. Briefly separating so that she could strap up, then returning between my thighs, Chelle started rubbing against my clit.
“Turn around and let me hit that from the back for a minute. I love to see that phat ass jiggle.”
Doing as told I assumed the position. I arched my back just right, so that I could rock my hips. Chelle was turned on by watching my ass jiggle so I had to make sure I could put a little more wiggle in my jiggle. Resting my forehead on the pillow in front of me and my back arched deep as I could in a mean kneel, I rubbed my clit as I awaited penetration from Big Boy.
Chelle grabbed one of my hips, and soon after Big Boy filled my awaiting kitty, Chelle got in a groove, and we began to go at it. Just as I felt my walls begin to tremble, I began to have trouble breathing. Moving the pillow from in front of my face, Iplaced my head on my forearm to help regulate my breathing. Meanwhile, Chelle was in a zone going to work. She was so into it that she hadn’t noticed that I was having a hard time catching my breath.
SLAP!
The sound of Chelle slapping my ass cheek along with the burning sensation hit at the same time along with a horrendous pain in my head. The pain in my head shot across my temples, and it felt like something popped in my head. I figured it was a migraine about to come on, and before I could open my mouth to get Chelle to let up for a second, my world went black.
CHAPTER 15
@Tatiana
It was almostfive months since my dad went into the hospital and he had been doing great. He’d made some really great progress recovering from his heart surgery but still had a long way to go to get back right from the stroke. He was semi paralyzed on his left side; his lower body was a lot worse than his upper body. His speech was about sixty percent clear which was a blessing. He could raise his left arm and use his hand, yet it wasn’t as strong as his right hand. He was able to stand, but not able to walk yet. He was in therapy to hopefully get him back to a place where he could at least walk with a walker or cane.
My dad was no doubt on a mission to get better and I was extremely proud of him and thankful to God for saving him that I made a pact with God that I’d stay off my OnlyFans page and focus on getting my life together. Maybe it really did stress him out to know that I was into the type of things I was doing. I’m sure it broke his heart being that I was his one and only daughter. I can only imagine how he must have felt for him tosee the naked pictures and videos of me online. I couldn’t stand the pressure and guilt knowing that I possibly hurt him to the point of his health failing like it did. I couldn’t get my mom’s voice out of my head of her blaming me for stressing him out. It was an eye opener for me to get my shit together for sure.
I had been staying in Reggie’s suite at his hotel and things between him and I had been going great. Brandi was due to have the baby any day now, and I was anxious and nervous to see how Reggie was going to handle that whole situation. He and I hadn’t discussed Brandi nor the baby much, all I knew was that they couldn’t have been in a serious relationship because he was either working or with me. Reggie told me from day one that he wasn’t in a serious relationship and I questioned that when I saw that Brandi was pregnant by him. He gave me his word that he wasn’t with her like that and from what he had shown me thus far he was telling me the truth. For the past four months had had been with me every night. Not once did he leave me overnight alone in his suite. Clearly, he didn’t lie to me about him and Brandi because there would be no way in hell, I would be good with my baby daddy not being home with me especially while I’m pregnant.
“What’s on your agenda for the day?” Reggie asked. Reggie and I had just finished having morning sex then breakfast and drying off from the shower he had taken. Staring at his flaccid penis that was a pretty nice size while soft, my vagina throbbed as I thought about how amazing it felt minutes ago inside of me. “You straight shorty?”
He had caught me staring at him causing me to blush. “I’m more than straight. I might need to get me some more of that for lunch.”
“All you think about is sex.” Reggie chuckled with a wide smile spread across his face.
“That’s a good thing right.”
“Hell yeah! I ain’t got no complaints, nah. Are you going to see your dad today?”
“I’m not sure. I need to since it’s been almost a week. The last time my mom was there and you already how that is.”
“What is the gripe between you and your mom really? Why is that y’all two stay at odds like y’all do?”
“I couldn’t tell you if I wanted because I have no clue. The lady stays in a tissy with me all the time. I question if she even likes me for real.”
“Don’t say that Tati. Of course, your mom likes you. Just because y’all can’t get along sometimes don’t necessarily mean she doesn’t like you.”
“Tah, you don’t know my mom. It’s not sometimes, it’s ALL the time. She’s an overall unhappy grouch. I’ve tried to figure out how my dad has been able to put up with her shit all these years. Then again they both so busy with their jobs that they spend more time apart then together.”
“That’ll most definitely keep things spicy. Yet, it could also be the demise of a relationship too.”
