Authors: India T. Norfleet
Lifting the bar stool, Morgan carried it over to Gina and positioned it and himself between her legs. He gripped her thighs, opened them up a little wider, and ran a hand through her fat damp lips.
“I see you know exactly what you want, huh?”
“I do.”
“So do I.” In one smooth motion, he pulled Gina to him by the waist, grabbed her up into his arms, slung her legs over his shou
lders, and then slid his tongue in her slippery heat.
At first taste, Morgan immediately lost himself in her soft, addi
ctively sweet scent. She was promptly getting wetter by the second. He took his time feathering his tongue as deep as it would go until more of her essence covered his anxious tongue. As Gina shivered and shook on the countertop, Morgan purposely tormented her while she shuddered with rapture and began her journey to paradise.
“Ummm yes. Oh my goodness.” Gina held his head in place with one hand and mumbled repeatedly. Morgan could feel her clit throbbing relentlessly as she greedily rocked back and forth against his mouth and tongue.
“Ohhhh, Morgan!” She gasped.
Chuckling silently, Morgan was elated with Gina’s whi
mpering pleas of rhapsody as she arched into his tongue. Though he found it comical that her seemingly controlled demeanor was crumbling, it was also driving him nuts. She tasted so good. He was proud that he was the one taking her to cloud nine. His dick was so hard it was painfully stabbing the handles of the cabinets on the side of the island. Morgan ignored his discomfort and continued to swirl his tongue, penetrating her at an even deeper level.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! This feels so damn good.”
Morgan could hear the moment her breathing pitched. Gina did her best to not give into the sensations of his now aggravatingly slow thrusts. Just when she was about to let go, Morgan pulled out and lifted her up from the counter, lay down on the floor, and sat Gina on his face. Immediately, he guided his tongue back into her drenched opening and continued to invade and explore until Gina couldn’t hold on any longer. Leaning forward until she was face down on the cold floor, she screamed as an orgasm burst through and shattered her entire body just as Morgan’s tongue brushed across her clit one final time.
“Aaahhhh! Morgannnnn.”
Beep, beep, beep
…
Raising his head up, he kissed a trail from her belly button to the sides of her breasts.
“I hope you have another bowl of cookies around here somewhere.” Morgan said as the loud beeping sound of the smoke detector went off. Gina waited until her shallow and rapid breathing slowly returned to normal before she spoke.
“I don’t, but it won’t take any time to whip up another batch. I’m kind of disappointed though because I have a feeling the burnt batch was going to be one of the best cookies you ever had.”
“Cheer up because I disagree. Where is your smoke detector?”
“Down the hallway and to the right, in front of the bat
hroom.”
Morgan disappeared from the kitchen and returned a few minutes later.
“As I was saying, he walked up to Gina and began undoing his pants, I’ve always been partial to every kind of cookie, except peanut butter. But this cookie right here is by far the best damn cookie I’ve ever had the pleasure of tasting.” He stated with a naughty smirk.
“Is that right?”
“Oh, absolutely! How about we pick up where we left off? Only this time, I want to know what it feels like. Check out all the smoothness you know?”
“No, I don’t know but I’m more than ready to find out.” Gina leaned back on her arms and scooted toward the edge of the counter. Her essence glistened under the rays of the late evening sun.
“Shit, you sure are.” Moans and soft whispers quickly replaced words the second Morgan sank into her as she hungrily thrust her hips into his lengthy caress.
Got damnnn, I’ll never look at a cookie the same way again
!
Jordan sat on the front porch of her two bedroom, brick home, i
mpatiently waiting for the brown and gold UPS truck to turn the corner onto her street. Glancing down at her red and silver studded wrist watch bracelet, she hissed a sigh.
“Damn, really? Late again! Oh, I don’t believe this shit.”
Jordan stood up and cupped her hand over her eyes to block the early evening sun. Again, she glanced down the quaint, tree lined 1600 block of Barber.
“I promise, if he’s not here in the next five minutes, I’m reporting his ass.”
Sucking her teeth, she tried to calm herself by pacing back and forth in front of her home for the next fifteen minutes but still no UPS truck.
“Okay, that’s it. Hell no, this shit is about to stop today.”
Pulling her Galaxy S4 from her back pocket, she stomped around the side of her house to the side door and up the stairs when she heard the loud banging and rattling of the delivery truck.
“About damn time; I’m so about to let him have it.” She opened the door with such force it slammed against the wall. Then, she went around the side of her house.
“You know, I am so tired of…”
“Hello. I beg your pardon?”
“You’re not my regular driver, Phil
.”
Damn, this sexy piece of heaven most certainly wasn’t Phil. This man, with his broad shoulders and six foot plus build, should’ve been somewhere posing for Playgirl magazine or shoo
ting some type of boxers or briefs commercial. Why do I get the feeling we’ve met before? He looks so familiar.
His perfectly tapered haircut, sexy lips, and light brown skin had her huge nipples begging to be exposed while her clit happily danced right along with them.
“No, sorry to disappoint you. I’m Bruce, your new delivery driver.” He said as he handed over her package.
“Oh, well it’s very nice to meet you Bruce.”
“I’m…”
“Jordan.”
“How did you know?”
“It’s on your package.”
“Oh, right.” Jordan laughed and extended her hand.
Damn, she’s beautiful. I think I’ve seen her somewhere b
efore
?
“The pleasure is all mine. Although
when you came from around your house, you looked as though you’d rather see me in a full body cast.”
“No, I was arguing with a customer service rep about charges on my cable bill.” She lied.
“Okay, I’m glad that expression wasn’t geared toward me, I’d hate to have such a beautiful woman upset with me and have no idea why.”
“Bruce, are you flirting with me?”
“I sure am; is that a problem?”
“Not at all.”
“Good. If you’ll just sign for your package, I’ll get out of your hair and be on my way.”
“Oh, okay.”
Jordan accepted the pen and signed for her box.
“Listen, I have to ask; you look so familiar. Your last name wouldn’t happen to be Nickels would it?”
“As a matter of fact, it would. I’m sorry but have we met before? I feel like I’ve seen you somewhere before. I knew of a woman named Jordan but that was years ago. I must’ve been extremely preoccupied because I find it extremely difficult to forget such a beautiful woman.”
“Obviously, you must have. We worked together at the Level Eight plastic bottle plant a few years ago.”
“Oh wait, you’re that Jordan. I do remember you now.”
“I don’t like the way you said, That Jordan.”
“I’m sorry; I didn’t mean…It’s just that you had all the men at the plant wanting you something terrible.”
“Really!?”
“Really! I recall that you never talked much. You were very quiet and stayed to yourself. On the other hand, you weren’t afraid to speak your mind.”
“Yes, that was me. That was very observant of you.”
That’s not all that I observed
.
“Even though we worked the same shift, we barely spoke more than a handful of words in the three years we were there. Everyone wondered what happened when you just stopped coming to work. If you don’t mind me asking, what happened?”
“My brother was killed by a drunk driver the weekend before the big Halloween party at work. As soon as my other brother called me on the job with the news, I jetted off to Chicago. I arrived just in time to say hello and goodbye.”
“Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry for prying. Please accept my si
ncere apology.”
“Thank you but there’s really no need to apologize. Do you still work at Level Eight?” Bruce asked, quickly switching the subject to a more comfortable topic.
“No, I’m a pastry chef now. I own a small bakery on Fourteen Mile and Greenfield Road, The Sugar House.”
“Do you sale chocolate fudge cake donuts?”
“Sure do.” She smiled.
“Okay, cool. I’m going to have to check you out?”
“Please do.”
“Well, I better get going. But I’d like to pick up this co
nversation another time.”
“Same here; just let me know when…”
“Actually, I get off in a little over an hour. How about we meet at your bakery?”
“Okay. I’ll see you shortly.”
“I can’t wait.”
******
“Can I ask you a question Jordan?”
The two had spotted an empty table at Jordan’s bakery near the sash windows with an amazing view of the quaint little neighbo
rhood. They were seated comfortably, enjoying chocolate fudge donuts and flavored coffee. Their conversation resumed and flowed as if they were old friends.
“Depends?”
“On?”
“The question and how personal it is.”
“It’s a very personal question.”
“Okay, now I’m extremely curious. So, you can go ahead and ask the question. However, that doesn’t mean I’m going to answer it.”
“Well what’s the point in asking?”
“You’ll never know if you don’t ask.”
“Okay. Why do you need the vibrator that I delivered to you earlier?”
“What… How… Did you open my package?” Jordan had never blushed so hard in her life.
“No, not at all.” He laughed at her shocked expression and look of embarrassment.
“Well, how did you know?” She whispered.
“I use to work in the shipping and receiving department for Venus adult toy company. Even though the packaging is discreet to the public, I know what’s inside every color coded box. The toy you ordered is very popular. The company sold so many during the last year that I was there, they were temporary out of stock for over six months.”
“Oh, I am so embarrassed!” Jordan exclaimed as she glanced around her bakery to see if anyone appeared to be eave
sdropping.
“You should never be embarrassed about pleasuring you
rself; I just wanted to know why you bought it? You’re a beautiful woman who seems to have her head on straight and a great business mind. Therefore, I guess I’m trying to figure out if you’re not being pleased by the man or men in your life. Or are you one of those, ‘I’m too busy for anything other than a quick release that a vibrator will give me’ woman?”
“Bruce, why are you so interested in my personal affairs?”
“To be honest, I’ve always been interested in your affairs; and was going to tell you that when I saw you at work the next day. Unfortunately, I didn’t know I wouldn’t be returning.”
Sensing the discomfort surrounding her brother’s death, Jordan decided to change the subject by answering him.
“Well, since you must know, I bought that particular toy because I wanted to see if I could squirt.”
“Excuse me!?”
“I read an article that said every woman could squirt; but only the right man or toy could make it happen.”
“Are you serious!?”
“As a heart attack. Since I have no man in my life at the moment and none of my previous partners has ever made me squirt, I decided to try the Slippery When Wet Clit and G-spot vibrator.”
“Then you have the wrong toy. Do you mind if I suggest a couple of things?”
“Ah, o-okay. Go ahead.”
Leaning in closer, Bruce began. “In order to squirt, you need a G-spot vibrator that curves at an angle. It should be soft and flexible. However, if you have a partner using the vibrator on you, there are a few hard ones that will make you squirt rather quickly.”
Attention customers, Sugar House Bakery will be closing in five minutes. Please place your final orders then proceed to the exits. Thank you for patronizing our establishment. We’re open Monday through Saturday from 5 a.m. to 6 p.m. We hope to see you again soon.
“Bruce, please excuse me for a moment; I have to go over a thing or two with my staff.”
“I understand; take your time.”
“Thank you.”
“Where is your restroom?”
“Down the back hallway and to your left. My office is two doors pass it on the right. Wait for me in there and please excuse the mess.”
“Will do.” He smiled.
Forty-five minutes later, Jordan strolled through her office door.
“Bruce, I’m so sorry. I had to make sure…”
“Jordan, there’s no need to apologize. I'm still here. You're good.”
“Thank you for being so understanding. Would you like something else to drink? I have water and soda in my fridge. It’s under the counter, next to my file cabinet."
“No, I'm fine. Thank you.”
“You're welcome. Now, where were we?” Jordan asked as she walked toward the marble loveseat. Bruce pulled her into his lap when she got close enough.
“I believe we were right about here.” Bruce raised Jo
rdan’s chin until they were eye level then kissed her softly on the lips. His hands slipped underneath her blouse and roamed freely until he found her covered breasts. Unhooking her bra, he broke the kiss. Swiftly, he buried the fat, light brown nipple into his warm mouth. Then, he immediately reached for the other one and began kneading it gently with his fingers. “So, what’s the other one?”
“The other what?”
“Ohhhh, yessss.” Jordan mumbled.
Is this what I’ve been missing?
It wasn’t long before his naughty hand left the confines of her shirt, slipping beneath the waistline of her lined pants.
“The other vibrator that will certainly make me squirt?”
“Oh, you mean my hand. Do you drip wet when you’re aroused?”
“Yes, extremely.” She breathed thickly.
“In that case, I’ll make you squirt with my hand.”
Sliding her thong to the side, Bruce ran his hand down her slick folds and played there for a while before raising his completely drenched hand to his mouth.
“I see you weren’t lying about how wet you get, huh?”
“I tried to warn you.” She moaned tenderly.
“You get this soaked
yet no man or toy has ever made you squirt?”
“Not even once in my thirty six years of life.”
“I’m going to see if I can change that.” He challenged as he promptly sucked her wetness from his fingers, picked her up then carried her the short distance to the loveseat and laid her down. Before her bottom could sink into the cushions, Bruce had her pants and panties off. Next, he ripped her button down shirt from her body so fast that only patches of it still clung to her. Positioning himself between her legs, he removed her bra completely, slid her other nipple into his mouth, and sucked softly but deeply.
Bruce’s hands traveled back down to Jordan’s essence and ma
ssaged the engorged lips of her vagina and clit. He took his time and made sure he left no part of her beautiful flower unexplored. Finally, he plunged two fingers deep inside of her then slowly pulled them out. Just when he thought his dick couldn’t expand anymore, it did. Jordan had him horny as hell; he couldn’t wait to make her squirt then slide up in her. Right now, all he could think about was how his mouth watered every time he speculated about what she tasted like.
I wonder if she tastes as good as she smells. Guess I’m g
oing to have to find out.
Lowering himself until he was level with the love seat, Bruce placed one of Jordan’s legs over his shoulder, propped her on her side, and slipped his long tongue deep into her.
Ohhhh, good lord; what is happening to me
! Jordan wondered as Bruce somehow managed to massage her pussy with his tongue in the exact same manner as he’d done with his hands just seconds ago.
“Yesss, Bruce! Yes, yes, yes!”
Jordan could feel one hell of a nut building inside of her. The closer she got toward the ultimate release, Bruce would withdraw his tongue then slip it inside again.
“Please, please stop teasing me!” She begged.
Bruce stopped taunting her and seemed to be giving her exactly what she wanted. The proof was when he felt her plump pussy walls sucking him in deeper.