Zane's Busy Bodies: Chocolate Flava 4 (6 page)

“Cool, babe.”

So while my husband was trying to figure out how he would talk Mr. Johnson down on the price, I was plotting on how I would go down on his dick like no other woman ever had before. That way we would both get what we wanted: me—a pleased pussy; my husband—a lower price on the house. I still don’t know why I even wanted to fuck Mr. Johnson so bad because like I said, sex was good on the home front, but it was just something about the way this man carried himself. He was different. He had a certain arrogance, or what the teeny boppers called “swag,” about him, and I just wanted a little piece.

Later on that night, I couldn’t even sleep. Mr. Milk Chocolate
was on my mind heavy, so at about 2:45 a.m. I climbed out of the bed I shared with my husband, who was dead to the world, took Milk Chocolate’s card out of my zebra-print wallet, and headed over to the guest computer in the den and logged on to my Facebook account. I’m sure he had to be on it—everybody has a page, from the hoodest of the hood to the most elite professionals.

“Alexis Johnson, cute name,” I whispered to myself as I typed it in the search bar. “Bingo!”

After searching through about eighty-seven motherfuckers with the same name, I finally found him. I sent him a friend request, along with an empty private message with only a subject that read:
So contact you anytime, huh?
I hit the send button, logged off, and crawled back in bed with the hibernating bear, but went to sleep with Milk Chocolate’s pleasure piece on my mind.

The next morning came around and I woke up with a soaking wet canal.

Monica, you are too old to be having wet dreams, girl. Get it together.
This man really has me going, I thought to myself.

After taking my shower to clean the natural disaster that had happened overnight between my legs, I threw on some loungewear to see my family out the door for the day. I kissed Richard, Ciara, and Chelsea as they all walked out heading for school and work.

I am a well-known event planner in the city and I conduct my business from home so I don’t have to commute to work like my husband does daily. It’s lovely at times, but takes a lot of self-discipline.

“First things first, let me see what kind of events I have in store for today. Sweet Sixteen . . . bridal shower . . . divorce party . . .” reading my Facebook subjects out loud.

RE: So contact me anytime

“Oh, shit! He responded,” I said in a very low voice as if someone were still at home with me. “Well, let’s see what you’re talking about, Mr. Milk Chocolate.”

Open.

“
Hi, Mrs. Mitchell. Yes, I said to contact me anytime you guys were ready to make an offer, or if you have any questions regarding the house. Actually, I will be over at the property today at ten a.m. if you would like to stop by and take another look.”

Well, that gives me two and a half hours to get myself together. I got to make sure everything is on point for our “meeting.”

My thoughts were interrupted by my Brandy “Best Friend” ringtone, which told me that Lisa was calling.

“Hello . . . hey, chick . . . I’m getting ready to go to a meeting . . . with Mr. Milk Chocolate . . . I’ll explain later . . . okay . . . bye.”

Lisa called me every morning to chitchat and catch up on the events of the day before since we both really don’t have much time to talk for the rest of the day after that.

A couple of hours later I arrived at my dream home, which was the
baddest
house on the block, kind of like myself. I rang the doorbell and waited for him to receive me. I had on my white halter sundress that stopped right above my knee and showed off my curves. My feet were freshly manicured and polished with a burnt orange color. My naturally curly hair was pulled back into a ponytail and my skin was glowing as if the sun personally blew me a kiss. I was flawless and I knew it. I guess you could say I had a certain “swag” about me, too.

When he opened the door, my cockiness disappeared. I stood there speechless. What the hell was I going to say? I mean, all this
man
standing in front of me was too much, but now was not the time to freeze up. It was time to go hard or go home. There he
was in my presence again, and there was the Mississippi waters stirring up in my lace panties again. I’m not sure what fragrance he was wearing but it sent shockwaves through my body that traveled from my nose to my clit. And I knew before I left this house today he would be nibbling, biting, and sucking on it like it was his last supper.

“Hi, Mrs. Mitchell, come on in. Is your husband accompanying you today?”

“Hi, Mr. Johnson, how are you? No. My husband had to work today, so I came alone.”

“I’m fine, thank you. Please have a seat.”

Yes, you are.

“So, Mrs. Mitchell, did you want to take a look at the house again, or do you have any questions, or just tell me what’s on your mind.” He chuckled.

If I told this man that his golden rod was on my mind, he’d probably fall out of his chair, or maybe not.

“Well, we both love the house but my husband thinks that it’s overpriced. I would just like to get a second tour, if you don’t mind showing me again.”

“Certainly, not a problem, Mrs. Mitchell; we could definitely do that.”

“Please, feel free to call me Monica.”

“Okay, Monica, and you can call me Alexis.”

We started off on our journey touring the house again. All of the rooms had hardwood flooring except for the bedrooms; there was plush carpet in each one of those. The windows were thirteen feet tall. There were also some really nice pieces of furniture left behind from the last owners, who’d decided not to take it with them when they left. There were no complaints on our end, though; we could find somewhere to use it.

Our last stop on the house tour was the master bedroom. This room was beautiful. It had a double-sided fireplace, a chandelier, and even a pole! Once you stepped out onto the balcony, there was a beautiful view of the lake that ran behind the upscale subdivision. There was nothing at all that I would change about this house, I loved it, but right now Alexis was the prime piece of property I wanted to acquire.

The sexual tension had been building up throughout the tour. My pussy had been pounding like I’d been locked in a department store bathroom after hours, trying to get the security guard’s attention. I could only imagine what was going on in his pants.

“And here is the final room, the master bedroom. Do you have any questions?”

“Yes, I have one.”

Oh shit, just say it, girl, before you get too nervous and make a complete fool of yourself.

I continued, “Alexis, are you craving me right now as much as my body is craving you?”

Without saying a word, Alexis took maybe two steps toward me and kissed me on the lips. Our kisses grew harder and harder, filled with passion. His strong hands were rubbing the small of my back and when he pulled me closer to him I could feel the bulge in his pants. That sent my body into ecstasy overload. Not long after, he pulled my dress down and started sucking on my breasts while pushing them together, as if he could fit them both in his mouth at the same time. My moans grew louder the harder he sucked on my breasts. So I started unbuttoning his shirt and unbuckled his pants because I needed him inside me.

He wasted no time, and told me to get on all fours. I did as I was told and I just knew he was about to please me from
behind with his golden rod, but that wasn’t the case. On his back, he slid under my black panther like he was a mechanic at the body shop, and working on my pussy was his job. He gripped my thighs as his warm, thick tongue began to trace the folds of my pussy, causing my body to become weak.

Shit, this was something new to my body because Richard had never tasted the black panther before. He never performed oral sex on me and would never let me perform on him. He thought it was disgusting, and it fucked me up because I was trying to figure out what day and age he was living in, to where a man didn’t practice oral sex! I still married his ass, though; the sex game was still good.

Mr. Milk Chocolate must have loved giving oral pleasure because he stayed beneath me longer than I thought he would for a woman he’d just met. But like I said, I wasn’t just any woman, I was a bad bitch. By this time my jowls were starting to clench because I couldn’t wait any longer to taste him.

I told him, “Let’s trade places.”

At this point, his pants and boxer briefs were fully removed, and the golden globe sprang out of his pants as if it was about to yell out, “Surprise!” I gave it a look of desire and then I licked his shiny head before engulfing more of him into my mouth. I got my mouth really wet with my warm saliva and took all of him that I could fit inside until the eye of his head searched the back of my throat. I caressed his balls with my hands while I was pleasing him with my mouth.

“Damn, baby, you feel so damn good,” he moaned while grabbing hold of my fluffy ponytail.

I took a quick leave from his magic stick. “Well, if you liked that, then you’ll love this.”

I took the Pop Rocks from my purse that I had left over from
one of the kids’ events I’d put on last week, placed them on my tongue, and started back on the job.

“Oh, shit!” he yelled, while his body jerked.

“
Some people want it all, but I don’t want nothing at all, if it ain’t you, baby
 . . .”

My Alicia Keys ringtone alerted us that my husband was trying to contact me, but I couldn’t stop right now, because I was doing us both a favor. I was working on this man’s dick like it had been bitten by a poisonous snake and I was trying to save his life by sucking out the venom.

After I finished pleasing him with my warm, inviting mouth, it was time to feel him inside me. He took a condom out of his taupe-colored slacks, laid me on my back, and proceeded to please me. That first thrust was unbelievable and it made my body melt. He slowly slid his piece out, just leaving the head in, and once again, another forceful, yet gentle thrust followed. At this point, I could feel my nectar flowing out of me and drizzling between the crease of my ass, while glazing his dick at the same time. He was passionately sucking on my neck and full breasts while pushing inside me. And I was holding onto his firm ass as he was driving deeper and deeper into my warm, wet insides.

Alexis then took my legs and placed each one over his shoulders so that he could explore deeper. He felt so damn good, I was starting to think,
Could this be a onetime affair? I really don’t know.
He still wasn’t done with my ass; he took me over to the bathroom counter, sat me in between the his and hers sinks, and once again he glided his dick, glistening with my juices on it, in and out of me. First with slow, long strokes, and then with fast, hard pumps, and before you know it Alexis gave me my first orgasm. But I was nowhere near ready to stop and by the look in his eyes, neither was he.

We then moved to the living area of the master bedroom. He bent me over the arm of the sofa, which was one piece of the furniture that was left behind, and he entered me again. This time there were no slow strokes, only fast and hard just the way I wanted it. I wasn’t looking to make love to this man, I just wanted to fuck him. So I accepted all of his forcefulness and worked my ass back on him, moving my hips in circular motions so that I could feel his dick in every inch of my pussy. He licked his thumb and placed it right over my anus and rubbed it vigorously. And not long after, I was cumming again, but he still hadn’t gotten his nut from me so now it was time for me to return the favor.

Once I got what I needed from Mr. Milk Chocolate, I guided him to the seat of the lavender-colored sofa, straddled his magic stick backward, and sat down on top of it slowly until every inch of him was inside me. Up and down I went while he kissed my back and squeezed my C-cup breasts. Our moans grew louder and louder. We both were excited from the gyrating moves I was giving out, and we climaxed together.

On my twenty-minute ride home from the dream house, I called my husband back but he didn’t pick up. So I returned Lisa’s phone call and filled her in on what I’d just done and how I had already “christened” the house with Mr. Milk Chocolate. She didn’t judge me but told me to promise that I wouldn’t do it again, because she knew I wasn’t that type of woman. I promised her I wouldn’t because I felt like I had gotten my revenge, so I was good. And we said our good-byes.

“
Some people want it all, but I don’t want nothing at all, if it ain’t you, baby . . .
”

“Hey, baby, I tried calling you back but I couldn’t reach you,” I said.

“I know. Monica, you’re not going to believe this, but Mr. Johnson called me back and told me that they were willing to come down on the price of the house. So, baby, that house is going to be ours in a couple of days!”

We both screamed and yelled because it
was
our dream home. A few days later, we met with Mr. Johnson to seal the deal. We put our signatures on all the needed paperwork. He shook our hands and said, “Congratulations, enjoy your new home,” and handed us the keys and paperwork with a beautiful smile.

Richard and I kissed and he hugged me so tight that he lifted me off the ground a few inches. On the way out of the signing, Mr. Johnson walked us out of the office and congratulated us again. My husband told him, “Thanks again, but we got to get out of here to go christen our new home,” while looking at me passionately.

I don’t know why he’s thanking Mr. Johnson; he should be thanking my pussy!

I turned back to Alexis, smiled, and said, “Yes, thank you, Mr. Johnson.”

I gave him a wink and he winked back.

Ran Walker

Grant Darby could barely hear the light knocking at the front door, and had the apartment still been full of boxes and furniture, he might not have heard it at all. He was surprised by how quickly he could move through an empty apartment. Except for the day he’d moved in, he had never seen the place this bare. The power would be turned off the next day, probably shortly after he left the apartment for the last time, headed to Virginia for grad school. Still, he had chosen to stay there one last night, although his roommate had gone home to Knoxville earlier that week. Only one person knew he was still in Atlanta—and she was at the front door right now.