Fantasy (20 page)

And I mean she worked it. She would walk by couples and disrupt their whole outing. She would near the couple and start off by staring the man directly in his eyes, never once blinking. Her dress normally would show off her chest to a tee. The man would be captivated by a beautiful, voluptuous woman staring at him. And after the man’s eyes were transfixed on her glorious breasts, she would shift her eyes quickly to the woman’s eyes. After contact is made between the two women, Vanessa, as usual, would smile an I-could-fuck-him-if-I-wanted-to-bitchbut-I-don’t-want-to smirk and keep going.

In some instances, women who like women became paralyzed, just like their men had become. They were helpless victims of Vanessa’s aura. The woman was bad and any man, who’d been with her once would brag about her as if she was the Taj Mahal. They didn’t own it, but they’d been in it one time. Her pussy had broken up homes, turned out young boys, and even made some women leave their husbands. The pussy was as lethal as Ann Coultier becoming a part of congress. It could destroy a nation of people.

She went into the corner store on this particular hot summer night. She was greeted by low mumbles of, “Shit,” from a crowd of thugs who used the front of the store, to push narcotics. She looked at one young man, smiled, and said, “Whatever, motherfucker, and kept walking. None of the men said anything else. They knew better. Vanessa had used every one of them on one occasion or another. Hell, one of the brothers got her a cell phone in conjunction with his account. Vanessa had earned pagers in the 80’s, cell phones in the 90’s, and cars in the millenium that soon followed. Vanessa had been a freak since high school. The boys knew she was trouble, but they felt she was worth every nut-busting second of it.

As she entered the store, the bell announced her to the clerk and the undercover police officer working security in the store. “Hello, Vanessa,” both Paul and Steve said.

She-nay-nay voice, mocking Martin Lawrence to perfection. “Good, baby, how are you doing?” both men again said in unison. The second serenade caused Steve, the shop owner, to elbow Paul, the undercover, in hopes of permitting him to speak first. “How has life been on your side of the track?” an excited Steve said.

“Which side,” Vanessa replied, moving her body in such a way that her dress seemed as if it were trying to fall off her body.
Both men’s penises almost came out of their pants. As Vanessa moved down the aisle, Steve followed. Watching her ass every step of the way, he, finally decided to slow down the elusive Vanessa. “From experience, you should know I have a limp,” a frustrated Steve quickly spoke.
“And from experience, you should know I have no patience, for something that is limp,” a playful Vanessa said with a giggle.
“I called you last week. All I got was the voice mail,” an angry and disgruntled Steve said.
“I called you last night. I was so horny, my pussy was speaking your name and requesting your tongue,” Vanessa started.
As she spoke, an excited Steve almost fell as he leaned upon the bookcase, listening to Vanessa.
“And you know what happened,” a flirtatious Vanessa said.
“W-W-What?” a stammering Steve finally finished.
“Your wife answered,” Vanessa coldly stated.
With her response he fell off the case, he was leaning on.
Vanessa smiled proudly, her victory assured with Steve’s nervous fall.
“What?” a scared Steve blurted out as he proceeded to get his six-foot and three-hundred-pound frame off the floor.
“Just kidding, stupid. The only way I would call you for dick is if I had just fucked six people and just wanted a meltdown.” And with that, an already entertained Vanessa laughed. Vanessa took Steve’s hand after he was up from the floor. She grabbed his middle finger, and slowly inserted it into her already soaking pussy. Vanessa kissed the shocked Steve, and began moaning.
It was a scene worthy of an award, if such an award existed. The moment made the one-time self-labeled "John," sound like a fourteen-year-old with his first piece of ass. Vanessa moaned like a fresh eighteen year-old in her first porno shoot with Ron Hightower. Vanessa's pussy created a river that Niagara Falls would've been proud of. It formed a collective pool on the man's hand, and dripped onto the floor. The man enjoyed every minute of it. Steve kissed Vanessa and treasured every lip-locking moment of it. Steve was the part-time pastor at a local church in the area. He had longed for a sexual episode that he could pour his whole heart into. Vanessa gave him this opportunity.
He often looked at every woman in the church with a lustful eye. He was a whoremonger. Both of his marriages had fell apart due to the usual adult affairs and accusations. This type of situation had no bearing on the man's compass, because at this stage in the camping trip he was no longer a Boy Scout.
Vanessa moaned and continued her tirade of selfish orgasms. Vanessa came on Steve's ever-ready hand, one orgasm after another. The amount soon became countless. As Vanessa finished her last orgasm, she decided to see how far Steve was willing to go. She slowly and gently removed his hand, and decided to make a short porno scene while she had the time and place.
Vanessa grabbed the hypnotized man's head and before Steve knew it, he was licking the snatch. With every stroke of his tongue, Vanessa moaned. The broad didn't even care who heard. The back room was far from the front, so Paul couldn't hear. If he did he would come in and try to get Vanessa to give head. Vanessa only sucked on big dicks and wet pussies. Paul didn't fall into either slot, so he could keep his lame ass on the bench.
Steve, alarmed by the noise, decided to try and comment.
Before he could get out his statement, Vanessa violently shoved his head back into the pussy. "Eat the pussy, motherfucker, and make me cum," a demanding Vanessa furiously stated. A dominatrix was just what a man like Steve wanted. He had, on many occasions, let Vanessa beat him with a whip while he was tied up like a pig roasting at a barbeque. Steve quickly followed her command. He licked and sucked that pussy like he was a major porn star.
Finally after twenty minutes, a restless and jealous Paul decided to promote himself from undercover to lead detective. "Steve, I need the keys for the safe I got to make that deposit you told me to make for you, before 2:00 p.m.," a concerned Paul said. Paul always deposited Steve's money for him because not too many fools wanted to rob Paul. Paul kept his gun even when he was off duty.
Steve struggled with a response.
Vanessa, by this time, was squirming and jumping like a worm in hot ashes. She moaned like hell and was stuck in heaven. Steve's tongue was going faster than a Kansas hurricane. As Steve licked Vanessa's pussy, he blew air on it. She welcomed every twist and turn of the NASCAR race, and was about to reward the mechanic in charge of the pit stop.
"I'm cuming, I'm cuming,” an excited Vanessa said. She was running out of breath and felt her heart beating fast. The feeling that overcame her body was something that happened every day, but she never took it for granted. She didn't want Steve to think he wasn't appreciated. However, on a scale of one to ten, Steve’s best day was a five. In Vanessa eyes, that five was about to receive a mouthful of cum.
"Steve, I need the keys," an annoying Paul said as he neared the two adults.
This statement forced a busy Steve to finally say something. Steve slowly rose to his feet; all the time during the rise, he kept his tongue on Vanessa's body. He made his way from her pussy, up her chest, and to her neck. This forced Vanessa, halfway during the rise, to moan like hell. The woman sounded like a fire alarm at eight on a Sunday morning.
After he had completely got on his feet, he angrily shouted out, "I’ll be out there in five minutes. Hold your horses."
Paul jumped back and quickly returned to his original position. Steve resumed his position, too.
"Suck it," an excited Vanessa stated. Steve's re-entry into Vanessa stirred more controversy than Prince's first album cover. After what could have been mistaken for four licks, an excited Vanessa shivered and shook another mouthful of cum into Steve's mouth.
Steve wanted to please Vanessa, and he had achieved his goal. While Vanessa continued cumming, Steve kept his mouth open and his tongue working. He almost choked on Vanessa's orgasm, but he would rather than die than fail his mission.
Vanessa finally finished her orgasm. After the last drop was deposited in Steve's mouth, she promptly and rudely pushed Steve's head away. "There you go with that shit,” an upset Steve stated.
Vanessa was more than willing to admit her mistake to her sexual servant. "I'm sorry, baby, you just drive me so wild," she slyly said.
"I'm going to do more than that,” Steve said while undoing his pants.
Vanessa quickly said, "Just don't spoil the moment," as she put her hands on Steve's to stop him.
"Damn, this is the tenth time I've done this," Steve said. "When do I finally get the pussy again?"
"I don't know. I'm going to have to think about it.” And with that statement, both adults started to get dressed.
Both adults still felt the effects of the fantasy world. The two walked in a way in which the scene itself, lucky enough to be captured, would've been viewed as a couple in love. Although they may not have been in love, their body language said otherwise. "I would do anything in the world for you," Steve said.
"You just proved that," Vanessa said.
As the two adults re-entered the room, they both did so only to find Paul anxiously waiting.
"Damn, what the fuck ya'll been doing? About time," Paul angrily stated.
This prompted Steve to pull rank. "It's my fucking store. I come and go as I please."
Paul got the message and remembered who the boss was. Vanessa stared in Paul's eyes, hypnotizing him all the way, as she began to exit. All of a sudden Vanessa turned around to Steve. Vanessa grabbed Steve's head and gave him a passionate kiss. "Thanks for the good time," Vanessa said.
The look on Paul's face said nothing but jealousy. He wasn't jealous of Steve being with Vanessa; he was mad because she didn't invite him along. Hell, if she would have came one day later it would have been Steve's off day. One day later and it would have been Paul's dick instead of Steve's.
As Vanessa exited the building, both men looked at her in amazement. She walked as usual, hips going from side to side. Both men observed the hot piece of ass until she eventually disappeared from sight. Both men proceeded to the safe. Steve grinned at a still angry Paul. Just the look on Steve's face prompted a short, powerful statement from Paul. "What the hell ya'll do back there, split a milkshake?" and with that he laughed and continued walking to the safe. Steve ran to look in the bathroom mirror. After he had reached his destination, he made a terrible discovery. Steve hadn't cleaned his mouth off and still had some of Vanessa's orgasm in the corners of his mouth.
As Vanessa exited the store, the crowd of thugs still stared. She walked across the street to continue on her route. The boys, just like any other men with vision, watched her like a hawk. "That's a bad broad," one thug said while watching her infamous walk.
The local vegetable salesmen were steady preparing for the days business. They were checking vegetables and stocking inventory to be sure the day's demands would be met. Vanessa stopped all that shit. I mean, all the men looked like a sheet of invisible ice had fell upon them, they all stood still. She walked and popped that gum and waved at all the grocers as she passed by. "Hi," Vanessa said.
"Hello," the men replied once again in unison. One stock boy, holding a crate of tomatoes, accidentally dropped them to the floor. He did so while trying to reply to Vanessa. He, like every other man, thought Vanessa was personally speaking to him. They watched the woman until she disappeared from sight.
Vanessa was on her way to work; this was her usual routine for the morning. The Steve episode fell into the "Right-time, Right-place category. She just happen to see him and decided to treat her pussy. In her eyes, she saw it as a hell of a way to start the day.
As she entered her office building, she approached the security desk. Vanessa was greeted by a deep, somewhat feminine, voice.
"Good morning, Ms. Vanessa."
It was Trudy, the head security officer. Trudy looked like a female wrestler with a mini mustache and a steroid diet.
Vanessa, never one to shy away from something different, greeted the guard with the same enthusiasm as always. "Hey, what's up, baby? How are you doing today?" Vanessa replied. Vanessa's response broke down the wall that Trudy usually put up to keep her image tough. For when Vanessa was in her presence, Trudy did something few people had ever seen her do: Be nice.
"Great. My girlfriend and I have got a new place uptown and we love it. It is beautiful and big, just like me. She's out of town this weekend. I’m having a get-together this Saturday; I wanted to know if you wanted to come," Trudy finished.
"I'd love to come, I see when the cat is away the mice will play," Vanessa said. "I have plans Saturday, but catch me another time, okay?"
Vanessa continued her adventure. As she walked she thought to herself about how much she loved sex. The woman loved to fuck men and women. Trudy was no different than a man. The first time she and Trudy had fucked, Trudy ended up asking her to be her girlfriend. Vanessa thought Trudy was a terrible lover. However, just like the six-inch-dick boyfriend she’d had in college, whom she pretended to enjoy only to fulfill his sexual orgasms, the broad faked it.
Vanessa was taught by her senior physical education teacher. This was the woman she’d had her first lesbian encounter with. It happened on a hot spring day after soccer practice. Vanessa was in the showers, the last piece of pussy left. It was like a setup for a bad B-rated movie. The kind of movie that involved no penetration, no dicks, just two women going at it. Yet this would be one of the few first unrecorded times that two parts of the same gender would cause a foreign one to orgasm.
Evelyn, the teacher, had a body of her own. The chick had a fat ass and breasts that spoke to you each time she passed by. She entered the showers, looking for Vanessa. To her surprise, Vanessa was waiting on Evelyn to find her. Evelyn walked up to Vanessa and got down on her knees. Vanessa grabbed Evelyn's head and shoved her into the pussy. The thrust was polite and sensual. Her pussy gyrated on Evelyn’s tongue feverishly. Vanessa started to twist and turn with every pull of Evelyn's tongue. During her latest twitch, Vanessa said, "Eva, make me feel like a woman."
Evelyn was so into it, by this point she was rubbing her own clit. Vanessa came three times. Each time, Evelyn welcomed each burst with an enthusiastic tongue. Both of the women were satisfying each other. They had longed for each other's bodies since the first time they laid eyes on each other. The meltdown started sensual and ended up being downright nasty. The two did everything under the sun that afternoon. After the episode, as Vanessa was getting dressed, she decided to show Evelyn how special the older woman made her feel.
After completely dressing, she went to Evelyn's office. Evelyn, who was cooling down by this point, was sitting at her desk. As Vanessa entered the office, she walked up and went to kiss Evelyn. Evelyn quickly turned her face away from Vanessa's. Then Eva rose from behind her desk and put her arm around the young girl. She then proceeded to tell Vanessa, "I loved what we did today, baby, I really did, but it was just a fuck."
The words cut Vanessa like a knife; she didn't deal well with rejection. Hell, any man she had been with wanted more and they always tried to get her to be their girlfriend. The hurt was all over Vanessa's face.
She politely removed Eva's arm and left the room. Vanessa was in such a rush, she left one of her favorite shirts. The two parties never spoke again. She came to find out, from one of Eva's other lovers, that Eva had faked it with Vanessa. She had said Vanessa was a selfish lover and an overrated fuck. She had thought Vanessa was cute the whole time in school, but was disappointed when she got the package. Vanessa learned all this from female classmates. This hurt Vanessa. It would make her into the sex machine she would grow to be.
As Vanessa harped on the memory, she was interrupted by a voice. The voice spoke in a low, deep baritone.
"Tell me a secret, baby."
Vanessa laughed hysterically. She turned to find out it was Chris. Chris was supervisor of the marketing department at the firm. Vanessa had fucked Chris maybe forty times the past year she had been employed with the company. "How are you today?" Vanessa said in a playful manner.
"I'm good. I'd be better if I had you to myself," a joking Chris said as he rubbed his hands on her thighs. It was like her thighs fit right into the palm of his hands. Even handling her in this way made him want to turn into a monster, right in the office. His office did provide all of his private talks with Vanessa to be just that—private.