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The worn cardboard box had definitely seen better days. Zoe smiled quietly at the ragged edges and the old shipping label on the side. It’s been five years since I got this, she said to herself.

As she sat the box on the nightstand and opened the flap, he seemed to smile at her. Zoe reached in to pick him up and unraveled the chord. It had been a while since she’d used “Big Daddy,” as she liked to call him. She only pulled him out when times got rough.

This was definitely one of those times.

Zoe had finally turned in the rewrite of her novel to her agent and she needed to de-stress. This was not a job for her fingers…or her shower head. She needed penetration in the worse kind of way and with no significant other at her disposal Big Daddy was all the man she needed.

She smiled at the scalloped black rod in her hand. She liked to sweet talk to it to make sure he felt needed. She still remembered the first time with her B.O.B. She ordered him online and was happy to find a plug-in version because in the past, the battery operated ones never did the trick.

She needed more time.

More power.

Big Daddy damn near turned her out when she came the first time. The ripples and spasms lasted off and on for almost three hours. Her crazy ass couldn’t wait to do it again.

Zoe had a weekly date with Big Daddy for six months after that—candles and cherry flavored lube included. She gave her Daddy a well-deserved tongue bath unabashedly after a stellar performance quite a few times. She figured it was the best way to keep in practice for whenever she got a piece of the real thing.

Big Daddy was loyal, unselfish and always available, tucked away in the brown shipping box in the back of her closet he was always just within reach. Still, Zoe didn’t want to get used to a super-large vibrator and have her stuff all stretched out the frame where even kegal exercises couldn’t help. She needed something that was average looking and lifelike so when she had an occasional romp with a man, she wouldn’t be too disappointed.

“I know it’s been a long time, Daddy, I’m sorry,” she began, initiating her role-playing. “But look at it this way, I came to you to help me celebrate. I got us a glass of wine and if you’re real good to me I’ll let you see what it tastes like on my lips.”

Zoe chuckled to herself as she placed Big Daddy on the pillow. She slipped off her robe and slid under the covers, before picking up her glass of Saracco and taking a sip.

Her favorite wine and her favorite dick…this would be a great night.

The sound of Will Downing’s voice filled the air from her iPod mini stereo as Zoe turned her Daddy on. He hummed in response and she let him slide down her chest and across her nipples.

“You know me so well.”

She twirled him across her erect nipples and then teased herself with her fingers as they brushed across her belly. Zoe moaned and guided the vibrator south to the promised land. She let it slide across her outer lips and she tingled from the combination of anticipation and the incessant humming reverberating across her skin.

As if having a mind of his own, Big Daddy slipped his way inside her lips for a quick sample of her wetness. She brought the magic stick into her view and smiled.

“Make it good, Big Daddy.”
Zoe submerged his tip into her mouth a few times and moaned. She loved the taste of her own juices and couldn’t wait until Big Daddy was coated with her liquid candy.

She slid her lips open once more and ran the vibrator across her clit, letting it sit there for a moment as the ripples traveled up her body.

“You are always so good to me.”

She pressed the vibrator down toward her pinkness and let it tease her. She noticed how slick she had become just from the anticipation of another guaranteed orgasmic filled night. She pressed the vibration button again to cease the rhythmic hum and quickly pressed the second button for the pump-action and held it up to see it in action.

“You look so good, Big Daddy. Oh, so good!”

Zoe placed her toy right at the opening of her core and let the tip tease her as it tried to find its way inside. He seemed to hum like he was happy to be home inside her slick walls. She pressed the machine closer and felt her body slowly fill as Big Daddy pumped and finally slid his way in.

She moaned out loud.

Her moans continued to fill the air as he continued his thrusting twirling pump. Zoe pressed the button once more to increase the speed to medium. The feeling of the scalloped edges of the vibrator slid against her walls and she instinctively lifted and rotated her hips to match his power.

She was in a zone!

It was time to play their little speed game and she was more than ready. She boosted Big Daddy to high and braced her head against the headboard so she wouldn’t give herself a concussion.

“Beat it up, Daddy! Shit!”

Big Daddy pumped her like he was a jack hammer.

Before it could get too good, she took him back down to the low-speed quickly. She couldn’t take his high for too long, just in spurts.

But she wanted more.

Zoe pressed the button back up to high and braced herself.

“Ohhhh, shit!”

Big Daddy pumped vigorously and Zoe’s pussy sloshed with wetness. After 20 power-filled pumps she switched back to medium speed and resumed her hip rotations.

“Big Daddy, is it good to you,” she whispered.

Caught up in the rapture, Zoe didn’t notice the change in his humming at first until Big Daddy’s pumping motion seemed to stall. She pressed the low button and Big Daddy resumed as if nothing was wrong. She smiled and tilted her head back against the headboard to finish their encounter.

As Big Daddy slowly pumped his way back in, she switched the speed back up to medium. Zoe moaned in pleasure and relief. She figured Big Daddy could make her cum by stimulating her G spot while the vibrating rabbit slapped her clitoris to climax. A double back to back climax would make her celebration complete and oh so perfect.

The thought alone drove her wild and Zoe sank Big Daddy in deeper so he could touch her G spot.

“Ohhh, yeah… Baby, right there. Oh, my God, I’m gonna suck you dry if…”

Suddenly, Big Daddy shifted into an ultra high gear. Zoe was in the middle of a scary and rippling orgasm as the black cock continued to pump her wildly.

Then…

Nothing.

He just…

Stopped.

She pressed the slow speed.

Nothing.

She pressed the high.

Still, nothing.

She pressed the buttons back and forth.

“Oh, hell no! Big Daddy died.”

@Phro leee me lone <<<in my 'lil Derrel voice

He was tall, dark and handsome.

I’m not exaggerating on the tall.

We were on the railroad, headed to this new spot to do a little grooving and shaking. I was looking pretty hot in my black mini skirt and high-heeled boots, my caramel skin glistening in the moonlight. As my girlfriend and I sat there, trying to determine which direction the club was in, I heard a snickering at the mention of the club’s name.

I turned. Tall, dark and handsome was looking at me, a smirk on his face.

Besmirched, I said, “Is there a problem?”

He smiled quietly. “Nothing. It’s just… nothing.” He smirked again, a chuckle forming at the corners of his mouth.

I was incensed. “Why are you laughing? What’s so damn funny?”

He chuckled again. “It’s just that where you ladies are going is the tiniest sweat box you could think of.”

I stared at him. Okay, tall, dark and handsome, I thought, I feel you, but are you trying to get on me? What’s the deal?

We began to chat about clubs in the city and ideal places to get a little dance action in. I found myself drawn in by his eyes, pools of brown that lit up every time he made a point or told a joke.

He kept looking at my legs. So I crossed them.

He kept looking. I smiled to myself.

Gentleman that he was, Mr. Tall, Dark and Handsome walked my friend and I to the club and even got us in for free. He was a bouncer, and so he had a lot of leeway with the clubs. We exchanged numbers and promised to be in touch soon. I went inside with his gentle touch on my mind. I wondered if his large hands matched his…

I’m getting ahead of myself.

The next day, I woke up with Tall, Dark and Handsome on my mind. Was last night just a figment of my imagination? Should I wait for him to call me or should I go feminist movement and call him? It’s funny the things that we as women find ourselves considering as a serious dilemma when it comes to the opposite sex. I asked my housemate what she thought. As she opened her mouth to answer, the phone rang.

We looked at each other.

She gestured to me to answer the phone. I shook my head vigorously. The phone continued to ring. If it was Tall, Dark and Handsome, I thought, I was not going to be the one to answer the phone. Gotta keep up the pretense, right?

I could be such a girl sometimes.

My housemate answered the phone, smiled, turned to me, and handed me the phone.

My insides churned. Palms sweaty, I answered the phone.

“Hi there…,” the voice on the line began. “I wanted to know if you would be interested in becoming a gold card member?”

I turned to my housemate, incensed. She covered her mouth, her eyes full of laughter.

Tall, Dark and Handsome did indeed end up calling me later on that day. We stayed on the phone for hours upon hours. You know how that is, when you first meet someone and all you want to do is talk to them, find out what makes them tick, find out their likes and dislikes, when everything is new and fresh and cute and nothing about that person even remotely bothers you because you are just tickled that they’re into you.

That’s where we were for a while.

He took me on sweet and sappy dates where we went to the movies and shared popcorn with Raisinets sprinkled on top, the chocolate melting over the warmth of the corn, causing us to lick our fingers. He watched me in the dark put my slender digits to my mouth, me unconsciously-but-not-really using the tip of my tongue to remove the chocolate from the tips of my fingers—his eyes watching me with unspoken lust. Sometimes we went for walks around the park, him talking about his art, me talking about my crazy students, him watching my hips sway as I pretended not to notice.

I was ready to make “delicious” with him. Jill Scott red nail polish on white walls style. Pass the Crown Royal…

But I didn’t want to be considered easy. Sleep with him on the third date? I had to tell Miss Kitty down there, to back up a step.

By the fourth date, though, at his house, him feeding me bits of whiting and sweet potato fries while we watched old Eddie Murphy stand-up, I was ready. I was beyond ready. Oozing sweet sap ready. Ready to lose my underwear ready. So when my Tall, Dark and Handsome man reached behind me to kiss my neck, to touch me in the way that a man touches a woman, I wiggled my red-hot red toes and braced myself.

His kiss was feather light, so incongruent with his size.

I always expected a large man to have a larger than life touch, but it was as if he knew I was a petite thing and he treated me as such, with a delicate strength. His large hands reached behind me, to the curve of my back, and rested there gently, his fingers pulling my polo shirt over my head as his tongue explored the spot behind my ear.

He was smooth…and he knew it.

My back arched as his deft fingers probed my nipples beneath my cream lace bra. He removed my jeans with the same adeptness, never taking his tongue off of my body…

Testing the texture of my nipple with the tip of his tongue…

His fingers now sheathed between cream lace underwear and my delta, gently flicking my clit…

Turning my wetness into a small river, making me squirm.

He was so. Smooth.

I don’t know when he took off the lace that covered my womanhood. I don’t remember him removing my bra. All I could focus on was the sensations he was bringing out of me.

His hands rested on my mounds, played with them like they were his personal toys, like he knew them, knew how they worked. Each touch to my nipple made me moan.

I said all sorts of things. Naughty things. Sacrilegious things.

Called the King of Kings name a few times.

He had me hot.

His tongue tasted my clit, savored the cream his taste test created, deemed it worthy as I moaned incoherently. I felt him lap back and forth, his hands claiming my breasts as his new toys, his touch taking me to the brink. I was close. So close.

“Don’t cum,” he said.

I moaned that I wasn’t about to make a promise I couldn’t keep.

He stopped.

Kissed my sweaty skin. My nose. My eyelids. His hands caressed my skin gently. He looked into my eyes.

I breathed in heavily. My body was begging for release.

He kissed me. Kissed my damp skin. His giant hand cupped me. Massaged my clit gently. He swallowed my moans one by one. His other hand brushed my nipples. Over and over he touched me, kissed me, brought me to the peak repeatedly.

I pleaded to cum. My body pleaded more.

He looked me in the eye, “Don’t cum. Wait for me.”

I squirmed relentlessly. My body was on fire. The river beneath me turned into an ocean.

I was on the edge, looking over, feeling my body’s waterfall.

He took off his shirt first. Smooth chocolate skin, no body fat.

He removed his pants. Tommy Hilfiger boxers sheathed what I was ready to savor.

He asked me, “You ready?”

I nodded. I was beyond ready. My body’s wetness told me so.

Off came the boxers.

I dried up instantly.

I’d never seen anything so small in my entire life.

@Bad Influence, knock it off, it’s the company’s not mines

*speed readers unite*

ok I’ll stop
@Phro don’t nobody wanna read about slave sex

well damn Awesome

@Phro I always wonder if those ‘Christian Mingle’ folks get it in…my coworker has met a few ladies off that and he looks like a perv

@Bad I see you peeped that ish…how you gone unload such sad news then :whoohoo: about getting off…nigguh ish