Sexaholics (14 page)

Robert watched Miki’s mouth, “Beautiful. Just the way I like
it.”

A different waitress brought a tray with their steaming hot bowls of food and
stepped away.

Miki didn’t miss Robert’s focused, almost-sexy look at her mouth.
She took a peek at her wristwatch and changed the direction of the conversation
again. “They’re fast. Another reason why I like this
place.”

Robert broke his stare. “True. Good food, good company. This is a good
day. I really need this time with you two.”

Miki moved T.J.’s plate closer to him.

T.J. looked up at Robert’s face when Robert wasn’t looking.
“You’re nice.”

Robert smiled at him, then at Miki, then at T.J. again. “Well, thanks,
T.J.”

Miki picked up her fork. Noticing Robert blush, she said, “Yes, you
are. We’ll have to get together again soon, you and me.”

Robert replied, “The sooner the better. I could use it.”

“It’ll happen.”

“When?” he asked.

“Soon.” Miki knew it was time to pay up. It was her turn to
reciprocate for the cash, and he would hold her to it as usual.

After all, she’d understood the sugar-daddy deal with Robert for
years… it was what it was.

Teela

I
t was early evening that same Friday,
the end of a long workweek. Teela arrived home wearing dark-colored workout
clothes. She’d gone grocery shopping after work. She received a hug from
Austin as he took the bags from her and placed them on the kitchen
counter.

“Baby, I got a call from a friend of mine named Falon. She was gonna
come by my job when I got off but I’d left early. I invited her by tonight
though.”

Austin opened a bag and began putting things away. “Falon? How come
I’ve never heard her name before?”

“I just met her recently at work.” She saw him put away the
ground turkey. “Oh, you can leave that out.”

He placed it on the counter. “Okay. So, you met her at the gym.
She’s a member?”

“Yes. A new member.”

“I see. So you’re inviting her over for dinner, or what?”
He took a bag of Chili Cheese Fritos from one bag and broke it open.

“She’s coming over to see you.”

“Me?” He smiled after chomping down on a mouthful.

“Look at you, grinning. Greedy ass. But, yes. And it’s okay if
you don’t want to. I’d understand.” She looked at him like she
was humoring him, just knowing he wasn’t going to pass up a chance to fuck
some new pussy.

He chewed fast. “Are you shittin me?”

“No, Austin. I’m not.”

“You told her about me?”

“I did. See, she’s married. She told me that she and her husband
have these couples’ parties, and that we should go to one. But it’s
not for a few weeks, so she called today and asked if we wanted to have fun
before then, but without him. Just her. She knows the deal. That I rarely, if
ever, do other men, and if I do, you have to be there. And that you don’t
do other women unless I’m there. But that I’m the one who likes to
watch. She’s cool with it all, believe me. And she’s
ready.”

“Damn. What does she look like?” He leaned against the counter
and put another handful in his mouth. He was all ears.

“She’s black. Kinda light brown. Tall. Slender. Big tits. She
looks like she’s rich as hell. Just classy and sophisticated. She even
looks stuck up. But, believe me, she’s a freak.”

He ceased his chewing for a second. “How do you know?”

“I’m just saying. She told me.”

He chewed again and then swallowed. “Well hell, have her come on
by.”

“She’ll be here at nine.”

“Hell, I’ll be ready at eight.” Austin closed the bag and
placed it on top of the refrigerator.

“Silly. I’ll start cooking.” Teela opened the lower
cabinet, bent down, and pulled out a large pot.

He watched every move her heavyweight booty made. “This is the fucking
life.”

“Yes. It sure is,” she said, filling the pot with water for her
award-winning spaghetti.

Falon dabbed her full red lips with a paper napkin. Her dress was short and
bright red. Her legs were bare. Her heels were high. “You’re a great
cook, Teela. Austin, you’re a very lucky man.”

“That, I am,” Austin said. Falon and Teela sat on either side of
him at the formal dining table.

“Thanks. Austin cooks, too, sometimes. I think he cooks even better
than me.” Teela sipped on her last bit of Pinot Grigio.

“I’m gonna have to come by and try that.” Falon eyed Austin
and gently touched his arm right where the sleeve of his golf shirt ended along
his buffed biceps. She looked impressed.

“Anytime,” he replied, looking like his dick agreed.

“I’m not very good at cooking, I’ll admit it. I have a
woman who comes over once a week and makes meals for all of us. She makes enough
for seven nights. I admit I’m a little spoiled.”

Teela stood up and said, “I wish. That must be heaven.” She took
her and Austin’s plates and headed to the sink.

“It is. I’m thankful. But sometimes I think the old-fashioned
ways are the best,” Falon explained.

Austin stood, took Falon’s plate, and said, “How about if I clear
the table and you two ladies head off into the family room? I’ve got a
movie all set up to play. And there’s a decanter of cognac on the table.
I’ll be right in.”

Teela took the plate from him. “Better yet, how about if you two go
ahead and
I’ll
clear the table? I’d planned on it anyway. I
always prefer to clean up when I cook. It just kind of completes the whole act
of making a meal. I’ve got it.” She kissed his cheek and shooed him
away with her eyes.

“You sure?” he asked.

“I am,” Teela said, opening the dishwasher and bending over.

“Okay. Thanks,” he said in complete surrender. This time he
missed the view of his wife’s backside. “Hurry up, baby. We’ll
be waiting.”

Austin led the way, and Falon, taking his hand, looked back at Teela. She
blew a small kiss Teela’s way and then said to Austin, “You smell so
good. Is that Nautica?”

“Why yes, it is.”

“I knew it. And by the way, Teela was right. You are a very
good-looking man. Much more handsome than my husband,” Falon told him.

Teela could see him grinning from ear to ear, like he stole something, even
though his back was to her.

He replied, “Thanks. You’re pretty fine yourself.”

Less than fifteen minutes later, after closing the dishwasher and turning it
on, underneath the sound of the jets from the machine shooting streams of heated
water, and amongst the melody of a Johnny Gill CD, changing from
“Let’s Get the Mood Right” to “My, My,
My,” Teela heard a soft moan. And then another.

She switched off the light in the kitchen and passed through the hallway,
entering a dimly lit family room where the few vanilla amber candles burned,
giving off their scented flicker, along with a low volume of a brown-sugar
big-booty-girl porno on the fifty-two-inch plasma screen. Austin was sitting on
the brown pile carpet beneath Falon’s wide-open legs. His face was deep
diving into her muff. With her oversized titties hanging, her left nipple
pierced by a silver hoop, Falon looked over at Teela as she approached. Her face
was coated with a look of sheer ecstasy. “We’ve been waiting for
you.”

Teela stepped closer and said, “My, my, my. Don’t you look
comfortable?”

“I am, baby girl. I am. Your man eats pussy real good.” Falon
moaned twice. Her hands were on each side of Austin’s head.

“Tell me about it. I call him a lesbian trapped in a man’s
body.”

“Oooh, hell, yeah,” Falon agreed.

Teela gradually unbuttoned her silk blouse and undid the front snap of her
underwire bra, freeing her breasts from their confinement. She stripped down to
nothing.

Falon’s voice began to sound dizzy as though the cognac suddenly hit.
“Pretty titties. Your girl has pretty titties, Austin.”

“Uh-huh,” he said from between her legs.

Austin held on to Falon, grabbing her wide hips, interspersing his oral
actions with equal time on the clit, equal time penetrating with his tongue, and
equal time lightly kissing her magical inner thighs.

Teela began squeezing her own breasts. “That looks so good. I love that
shit.” She stepped to the side to grab the end of the round coffee table
and pushed it over just enough. She got on her knees and then lay on her back,
scooting herself closer to Austin’s knees.

“Straddle my face, honey,” she told her busy man. “Let me
suck your dick.”

Austin did not miss an oral beat, but lifted his right leg.

Teela ducked her head to meet his elongated dick, which protruded along the
end of the mocha sofa. She was on her back upon the floor.

She reached under him, grabbed his smiling dick with her hand, and opened her
mouth wide. Upside down, she tightened her lips around his honey-colored shaft
and began an up-and-down motion with her head, positioning the taste-bud side of
her tongue on his underskin. His erect shaft curved down her throat perfectly.
She offered twisting, deliberate licks, like her tongue was a swirling ribbon.
He backed his face from between Falon’s legs with a groan, and looked down
to admire Teela’s talents.

Falon said softly, “Wow, baby girl must be going to work down there.
Let me see what she’s doing.” He moved his arms and Falon slid off
the sofa and stood, then lowered her body to the floor to give full eyes to
Teela’s dick-sucking skills. She then brought her head to Austin’s
balls and began to lick, serving as Teela’s assistant—first with the
tip of her tongue, then curving it, then flattening it, as though licking an ice
cream cone. She pleased his testicles while adjusting her body to straddle
Teela. Falon’s vagina rested right on top of Teela’s vagina and
Falon began to squirm. Austin kept taking in his double treatment and pumped his
penis just enough to get the movement of penetrating a mouth pussy while
receiving a tea-bag move at the same time.

Teela could taste his precum. She could also feel Falon’s wetness upon
her peebone. Teela took his dick from her mouth and said from between his legs,
“Baby, let her sit on you. Let her ride that good dick.”

After a realignment of all three bodies, Austin was lying on his back on the
sofa, with his legs opened wide. He was in a perfect position to watch the porno
but never did. Falon climbed on top, facing him. She began rubbing her vulva
against his thighs. The soft feel of her silky skin made him say, “Umh,
umh, umh. Your body is beautiful.” He ran his fingers through her long,
coconut-smelling hair, and she tossed it about.

Teela noticed their two brown-skinned bodies meshing together. Falon was more
statuesque than she. Her frame and Austin’s frame looked good together.
Teela took a condom from the coffee table and gave it to Austin.

“Thanks, baby,” Falon said. She watched him stretch it over
himself. “Wow, his dick is curved so nice.”

Teela watched Falon lift her hips so that Austin’s penis barely touched
her entrance, teasing him while she wiggled upon his tip; then she finally
lowered herself on his fully loaded shaft, taking him all in. Her body shook as
the feeling of his hooked wonder grew within her. She leaned all the way forward
and began to kiss him. Her titties rested upon his chest. Their tongues danced
as they exchanged saliva, moaning together. She rocked her hips forward and
sideways as they both thrusted.

Falon backed her mouth away and said, with a lust-filled expression,
“Ummh, how does that black pussy feel, Mr. Big Stuff? You know you love
it. You know you do.”

He took her pierced breast into his mouth and licked it softly and then said,
“Yeah. I’m feelin that black pussy choking my dick. I’m feelin
that shit.”

Teela watched them, feeling their passion with her eyes.

Falon fucked Austin like she’d pay his bills, riding him like she was a
cowgirl. Like Cat Ballou. And he bucked into her tight pussy with a fury,
kneading her backside with his hands. The heavy part of her ass bounced along
his upper thighs.

Teela stood behind them and watched. At first Teela had rubbed Falon’s
back with her fingertips, assisting her movements by leaning against her lower
back. And then she took two steps back. And another. And another. She eyed them
from across the room as they fucked in equal measure. His penis slid in and out,
and she purred. Her pussy enveloped him, and he grunted. He now had his hand
firmly on her breasts, and again she leaned down just enough for him to suck her
titties. She yelled. “Yes, baby. Suck those big titties while you fuck
this pussy, with your fine ass. Gimme that dick like you can’t live
without this black pussy. Like you need it. Like you’ve been missing it.
Like you can’t breathe without more of this pussy. Dammit. Fuck me like
you want me. Fuck me like I’m your woman.” Falon dug into his firm
skin with her ruby fingernails like she needed to hold on, and then ran her
fingers through his dreadlocks, panting like she was starving. He also again ran
his fingers through her flowing red hair and lightly kissed her face. Their
hands were all over each other.