Peeping through the blinds in anticipation
Recalling how nervous she was whilst dialing 1-MMI-MAN-HORE
Over the line came a smooth suave deep voice
The quiet storm seductive type, the one most women fantasized of
Curt, terse, almost arrogant and cocky was his tone
Allowed her no questions, gave only directions instead
Precise and exacting in what he would do to her
She wore what he asked, nay had demanded
Uncompromising was he, made her pussy lipps quiver
So much so, she started tribbing the kitchen table corner
Absorbed in the moment, an intense mini-gasm nearly rattled her
She wanted to cum, tried fighting back the pleasure welling within
Consumed by the self-pleasuring, realized not his entry
Smirking, stood he there watching with a quiet admiration
Heard not his ‘uhummm. . .’ followed by a startlingly wicked laugh
Stammering incoherently “How did you get in. I, I, I. . .”
Squeezed tight her quaking thighs in embarassment
Hardened look in his eyes said too late as he pried them open
Six feet of mocha’d manmeat was he, a salt & pepper'd goatee
Cold steely haunting eyes. . . didn’t know whether to fight or flee
Cuffs out, deftly slipped them on and then bent her o’er the counter
A fistful of hair he grabbed; leaned in, whispered ‘Daddy’s Home!!’
Ravenous, raging was he, wreaking carnal havoc uponst her
Her caramel cheeks filled to the max, screaming from his man-heat
Lost in the deep slow penetration of her hershey’d gloryhole
Fading in and out of consciousness, she tried to comprehend
She sensed a soft warm wetness slip up’nst her now swelling clyt
Cooing, biting her lip as the other tongue probed deeper
Can’t be thought she. . . how did he know I craved a woman’s touch
As if he wast reading her mind like an open book
Anticipating her every desire. . . her mind raced. . . wondering
‘Yes, it be what you think. Now just shut up and enjoy it!’
Such sexual impudence had she ne'er seen nor experienced b’fore
Pucce sucked and licked, clyt throbbing in an unseen mouth
Long ago blindfolded, another pair of lips kissed her
The mystery tongue tantalized, hit every spot long neglected
Kiss-fucking every inch of her body which now lay exposed
Helpless as her aching pucce felt the penetration of an iced dildo
Wast not long before she exploded from carnal sensory overload
Dripping down her creamy thighs their co-mingled juices
The freaky bawdy accomplice lapped them up, wasting nothing
With the heady elixir she coated her eagerly awaiting mouth
Combo of sweet pucce crème & salty man-seed proved too much
Mini-orgasm rocked her, putting her o’er the edge e’en more
Every orifice violated by the incredulous 1-MMI-MAN-HORE
Not to mention the actions of his femme fatale accomplice
Her azz & pucce set afire from simultaneous penetration
She craved more, despite the humiliation her good gurl side felt
Collapsed to the kitchen floor, lain there. . . body shivering
Bewildered, confused, yet strangely satiated
A business card found next to her on the floor
“Be careful of which thy doth ask for”
. . . be very, very careful. . .
@2011
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