Chapter 2 Chapter II

Chapter2

It was to two in the afternoon when Branson parked out front of the motel on 3rd Street in Mount Vernon. His wasn't the only luxury car but it would always stand out in a crowd on so many levels. The nineteen inch Spreewell rims he'd loved as a teenager were making a comeback and he had just ordered the newest; the multi-colored lights on the bottom of the car that turned on whenever a door was opened, or the car was in motion, and could be shut off manually or went off by themselves after a few minutes of vehicular inactivity; the two-tone chartreuse color scheme; the German specialty plush leather and some other special modifications made to the car only he knew about. This car meant more to him than some people.

As always, he parked near the silver Rav 4. Entering the motel, he quietly put a Grant note in the security guard's hand, strolled to the desk and collected the keys for the reserved room (a different one, each time); he also tipped the clerk, a graying woman behind the desk. You should always tip "the help" well, as his father had taught him growing up. Concierges, maids, security guards, cooks - the whole lot of them. If he had the cash and believed he would have need of such a person again, he... motivatedthe person to work well - everything had its price, including loyalty. You never knew when one of those people would save your life.

As he opened the door to his room, a tall and curvy fair skinned Black woman with a towel draped around her moist body and in sauntered out of the bathroom to his left. Shutting and bolting the door he reached for the woman and began passionately kissing her, their teeth even scraping in their heightened lust to swallow the mouth of one another. Lifting her off her feet, Branson made his way to the queen-sized bed and lay her down gently.

While rushing to take off his clothes his eyes stayed firmly fixed on the tall, hazel eyed and buxom marvel. She moved up the bed, resting part of her back on the headboard. Suddenly she grinned mischievously and raised her knees up, the towel parting to reveal the pink moistness of her love box. Her right hand delicately touched her pussy and just barely spread apart the lips. He could see that she was already wet and ready to be penetrated. The windows of the room were tightly shaded so very little light made it into the room but the light seeping in from the bathroom was more than adequate to see by. He stood in his boxer shorts, his dick pressing against the rayon fabric. With her left hand the woman began cupping and squeezing her breasts as the towel fell away. Exquisite thrills of the sweetest anticipation crystallized through her, down her stomach

and into her nether regions.

Her pussy was still dripping but Branson didn't budge. She moaned softly, stroking her vagina and squeezing her breasts at the same time, chin raised, begging him throatily to give her what she so badly craved.

"Baby, oh, daddy, come over here, please, daddy, hm?... Daddy, come fill up this pussy with that hard, black dick! Oh, baby, why don't you come fill up this pussy, baby, huh? Please, baby, huh? Babe, please just come over here, please?" Branson stepped nearer to the bed. The fine woman shifted on the bed, crawling over to him on her knees. She reached out and started caressing his muscles, a lean and fit build he had made sure to hone to maximum efficacy over the years. He leaned his head down and they began kissing again. Getting a grip on his manhood, she squeezed his dick. He moaned in his throat and arched his neck as she unloaded the substantial package from his boxers.

Slurping and gagging noises followed as she sucked his dick, slowly at times, speedily at others. Sometimes she would be sucking just the head, that wondrously delicate tip; the next minute she would be gagging, trying fruitlessly to fit all of that monster cock in her mouth. Any pre-ejaculate that oozed out of his manhood was swiftly and hungrily gobbled and partially used to again lubricate his massiveness so that she could easier facilitate him jamming it down her throat. His hand latched onto the back of her head as he began fucking her face, now slamming his entire dick so deep in her throat she found her hands unconsciously pushing against his thighs so as to bear the force of his

thrusts just so she wouldn't vomit. His grip on the back of her head tightened and a chilling spasm ran up and down his spine.

She knew he was about to come (to ejaculate) and so, because she had come to love this man so much, she allowed his dick to bruise her throat until his warm sperm shot into her mouth, the first squirts seeming to fly down her throat and directly into her stomach. By some biological miracle she found her face flush against his pelvis, her mouth and throat full of dick and come. He ejaculated for half a minute but she held her position like the last soldier at guard on an overrun and distant post, even cupping his buttocks and pressing them forward as if to swallow his entire midsection. The come was slowing to a mere trickle and she was blowing bubbles of semen and snot out of her nose trying to breathe properly, but she continued swallowing, now looking up as Branson bent over, cupping her head in his arms like a football.

Even after Branson's dick went limp she kept it in her mouth, sucking all leftover come from it. When his limp dick was finally allowed out of her mouth, she began licking his balls, sucking on one for some time, allowing it to rest in her mouth, then sucking the

other and incubating that one in her mouth also, all the while sneakily manipulating the hardness back into his member. She tried putting both of his balls in her mouth and succeeded, looking up at him and directly into his eyes as he used his growing dick to tap her on the nose and forehead. Their eyes locked for however long she kept his scrotum sac in her mouth, even managing to snake her tongue under one then the other, and back again. She sucked his balls until the skin looked wrinkled, as if he'd been swimming, and his manhood was back so hard it started dripping come again. She promptly slurped up the semen and kept it in her mouth as she again licked his dick up and down several times.

"I love you, baby," Branson gasped at the woman as she sat back on the backs of her calves. "I love you so much."

"I know, baby, and I love you too," the woman responded looking up at him amusingly.

Pursing her lips simply to blow Branson an air kiss, she was surprised when he leaned down and kissed her, deeply, surely able to taste himself in her mouth. She shortly tried to break off the kiss but his arms gripped her in place, tonguing her down as deep as his tongue could go. The kiss went on for some time, as did the sucking and biting of the lips, the sucking and sluicing of the tongues and the pressures of the bodies. This time, Branson took the offensive and pushed the woman onto the bed, kissing her throat as she fondled the hardness of his oblique muscles.

His kisses began landing more frequently, more rapidly, and with more ardor - on her throat, the declivity of her throat and her breasts, until his mouth found the nipples. His tongue expertly traced her areola, darting atop and sucking, tracing the tiny circumference and, again, sucking, licking - simultaneously squeezing both breasts with just the right amount of pressure until her breathing quickened. She massaged his head, then slightly thrust her hips up in anticipation of his manhood busting her pussy wide apart, but it wouldn't happen just yet. He was triggering so much pleasure into her body that she became a bit confused - this is what he did to her: pleased her to confusion,

and he hadn't even entered her yet.

Branson's kisses started going lower and lower on her body, her breathing deepening the lower he went until his face was perfectly positioned between her legs. Her pussy was as wet as a freshly bitten mango, the pussy juice glistening and slightly streaming down to her anus. He began kissing the insides of her thighs and she trembled, reaching down to hold and push down his head into her privates. The kisses turned into small bites and she lurched backwards, tearing at the bedsheets. When the bites became licks and then graduated to sucking all the areas around and perilously near the pussy, but

not the pussy itself, she shook and rocked her way into a long awaited orgasm.

Branson smiled. He'd only just begun and she was already in an orgasmic state. He pressed and stroked her inside thighs again, evoking whimpers, hisses and deep throated to high pitched yowls from this gorgeous woman at his mercy. Another orgasm a short time later and he decided to finally taste her nectar; her pussy juices were really flowing now. As if on signal, as soon as Branson's lips touched against her pussy lips, the floodgates of her fountain of youth opened wide. Her body's trembling increased exponentially with every passing second and, as his tongue began to explore the inner chambers of her mystery of mysteries, she was almost consumed by a

plethora of all-pervading tittilating sensation. Her skin tingled everywhere, her very flesh became as sensitized to the hotel's steadily drenched coarse cotton towel underneath her, as to the tongue of this wonderful being sucking the life juices out of her from whom she was trying to escape.

But there was no way to escape. He had a firm, double armed, under and over grip on her thighs and his tongue was still licking and lapping at her frothing milkshake even while she was in the throes of a multi-orgasmic frenzy. There she was, shaking like a leaf in a storm, tearing apart pillows with her teeth and trying to back away from this exquisite angel's tongue.

However, Branson would not release her nor give her breathing room. His dick was now as hard as petrified wood and had started dripping come again but he was always determined to finish pleasuring his partner. She was thrashing around a bit wildly now, begging, yelling, practically screaming for him to stop, that she was going to explode. As proud as he was at how good a job he was doing, he had to go easy on her because it was extremely possible that some overenthusiastic citizen would call the pigs due to all the noise shorty was making. And that would present an entirely new and undesirable

set of problems. His tongue stretched up and to the left, inside her vagina, towards the fabled "G-spot." The resultant thrashing and trembling, accompanied by another gush of orgasmic liquid, breasts joyfully bouncing hither and yon, placed some veracity to that "G-spot" claim.

Raising his head, Branson asked, "You give up?" She instantly and repeatedly cried out

"yes," begging him to stop. "Who's the master?" "You're the master, daddy."

"Tap out then, baby," said Branson and she immediately tapped the space near her as quickly as a mixed martial artist about to get her arm broken would have done. It signaled defeat, that the other person was stronger. She had orgasmed so many times

that Branson's face was shiny, laminated with pussy juice. He wiped his face with a torn pillow, pausing to point at it in amazement and amusement. The beautiful woman shrugged shyly, not wanting to meet his eyes. He also shrugged and leaned over her, positioning himself between her legs. Her entire body was saturated with sweat and he sucked at her tits again, tasting her wonderful, though slight, saltiness, licking between her breasts, drawing designs on each nipple with his tongue while again squeezing her titties, rambunctiously this time. She squeaked and squealed in ecstasy.

Branson lowered himself and placed the tip of his member against her still hypersensitive and sucked-swollen clitoris. She brought his face down and kissed him deeply again. This mutual sharing of each other by tastebuds was such an incredible and personal bonding ritual - they literally drank of each other. In desperation, she tried to buck Branson into putting his dick in her but he'd been on to her and had deliberately placed her legs wider so that no amount of heaving could force or trick him into the act of coitus.

She was flabberghasted, completely outwitted at every turn by this godsend who had come to save her from a death of ennui and terror she hadn't even known she'd been living. He was watching her going through these emotions on the bed and had therefore noticed the exact moment when the total submission of her will was accomplished.

Instinctively, knowing the battle won, his body unclenched from withholding from its complement that which she sought - oblivion in pleasure, no matter how temporary the oblivion or lengthy the pleasure. He plunged his dick into her, divinginto an ever giving wellspring of life and love. They were both lost in the superlative sensation which the Higher Power deigned to give His creations in order to promulgate the divinely instituted act of procreation. Just imagine if procreation or sensual and sexual recreation

amongst people (and animals too, for that matter) felt like agony! Bill Gates would not have been so preoccupied with eugenics but rather by how to populate what would surely have been a scantily peopled planet. Dr. Fauci also wouldn't have had to lie and be exposed by his own emails. Dropping into her was the ultimate commingling of pleasure, two souls who, by tactile sensation, mesh and meld into one another, often creating another human.

As Branson's tempo increased, the pleasure also intensified, drowning them both in a sea of uncommon bliss. He pumped into her, every stroke intense, sweat heavily beaded on his forehead. Dick and pussy juices squirted everywhere; bedsheets, pillows,

blankets, pillowcases and towels - all was in chaotic disarray. All that mattered was them, their only concern to maintain the perfect rhythm and mounting intensity of their gyrations. She bit him and scratched him; he squeezed and sucked at her tenders; they

both tasted each other's saline excretions in kisses that took all their breath away. She suddenly raised and parted her already widened position a bit farther, clinging around his slippery back and torso and seemingly offering herself to be hammered into with abandon. He pummeled his dick deeper and deeper into her tender and swollen pussy, with each pump his buttocks rising higher into the air and descending deeper into that indescribable moistness, like a jackhammer in America trying to drill through the center of Earth to China. The pressure continued mounting, each body channeling the most subtle signals of preparedness to the other.

"I'm coming, baby," Branson whispered dreamily into her ear, sucking her neck and keeping in time with the larger picture of their joined physicality. She also was becoming short of breath and could only hold on for dear life at this point.

"Me.... too.... daddy...." she panted back, primal grunts and moans of an impending eruption issuing forth. By the additional lift of her pelvis (this being her last hurrah) and by him cupping her perfectly rounded, weighty and firm butt, baby soft skin beaded with and streaked by perspiration, the resultant dual explosion, titanic in its eruption, manifested naturally, like a due volcano, underground geysers long suppressed, body fluids coalescing in violent passion. She welcomed the all-invasive gushing of her secret lover, reveling in the heat which his unloading passed on and intoher, warming her insides. His dick was still wonderfully intrusive, still squirting its lifemaking mysteries into her, his excess seed overflowing her pussy and trailing the natural line of the crack of her ass cheeks. Her vulva, tired as a marathon runner, wrapped itself around Branson's dick and squeezedany and every leftover liquid from him. He shook, doubling over and, with nary a signal, both of them collapsed, laying comfortably near each other.

The room was a calamitous mess of disorganization. Both Branson's and the woman's panting slowed and they continued touching each other in sensitive appreciation of each other's sensuality and prowess.

"That was.... Man, oh man," Branson struggled to put the experience into words. Kingson was the wordy one but he read his fair share also. "I think the word is 'sublime,'" he continued. Yeah, sublime. He smiled at her as she kissed him lazily. She turned around and they spooned; her body odor was still so fresh and "so clean clean," even after such impressive exertions. Her head lay on the bicep of his right arm and with his left hand he took turns squeezing and cupping her perky titties, distractedly pressing her nipples and pressing his face into the crook of her neck as he drifted off into the most peaceful rest he had had in months.