LECHEROUS JOURNAL: Episode 2 …script’d by BigDan

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“Can you ever take your eyes off my cleavages?” Vivian said as she walked out of the bathroom.

I adjusted my sight and whispered to her, “my eyes can’t resist … my hands have been fighting temptation, they are tempted to touch.” She smiled and walked over to the small work-table in the room – “so what are you waiting for?” My hands swung up instantly before my brain could register her words. The ‘other me‘ between my legs nodded in appreciation as I reached forward, ran my palm through her wet hair and slowly pulled off her towel; she had added just 3 things to her birthday suit appearance off the shower and the motive behind the addition, I couldn’t decipher – between being a freak for extra-beauty or a lover of prolonged foreplay. It seemed I had once again broken my self-achieved record for un-buckling a bra with just 2 fingers; only thing left on her, and that was her red-matching G-string. My mouth was on her left tit in a nanosecond, thanks mostly to her grabbing the back of my head and stuffing her udder in my mouth. She stroked the nape of my neck as I tongued her nipple into submission, it firmed quickly, so I dragged my warm, wet tongue across her ample cleavage until landing softly on the ignored puffy nipple. A few flicks, followed by some heart-stopping suckles, and Veev was begging for some c***.

“Oh f*** baby! Give it to me!” She shouted while standing on one foot, the other suspended, dangling right in front of the table; she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her G-string and it was off and flying over my head like a Frisbee.

I kicked my slips off, while she un-buckled my belt and un-buttoned my Vickers. My c*** sprang to her trained hands and she used them both skillfully; with her right hand clutching my heavy c***, the other massaging my full balls, she had my c*** rigid and leaking in minutes.

“I want that in my mouth … but don’t cum in it, yet!“

Don’t you just love women that know what they want? I thought to myself.

Still standing on one foot with the other dangling, she simply leaned over, took my c*** to her gloss-free mouth. I nudged it through her dry lips where she nursed it until she tasted some of my pre-cum.

“F*** baby! That’s awesome.” She said.

“Then licked it and slurp it,” I demanded.

“Light me a cigarette!” She groaned.

I lit one quickly and handed it to her free hand; I knew I was about to get something very special when I saw her fill her mouth with warm smoke and drop down on my c***, displacing the smoke that streamed from her lips. I reached back and twisted her black long braids around my fist and jerked her head back slightly so I could see if she could dislocate her jaw enough to allow my thick c*** find it’s way into her throat.

She did. I did.

My c*** eased down her throat as her long eyelashes fluttered. I expected her to gag, but soon discovered that Veev had no gag reflex, and my c***, most assuredly wasn’t going to reach virgin tissue. A fact that might have deterred some, but really only challenged me; I released her hair, and used both hands to push her head down until my balls were banging her lower lip.

“Is this a Trend Influenced by Sex?” She gagged, coughed and groaned.

I smiled. I figured the least I could do was to reach down and twist her big nipples, which I did since she now had complete control of my c*** as it wedged in her throat.

The vibrations from her moaning had my c*** ready to pop, but I wasn’t about to let that happen. I needed a distraction. My 1st thought was to distract my brain with the thought of an ugly event, a technique I had used over and over again, performed brilliantly in my book, but damn, I was getting faded from it. Then I saw my belt. I knew it was a risk, but one I was willing to take. The damn thing was luckily hanging from the table, so I wouldn’t have to bend completely to pick it up which could have withdrawn my c*** from heaven.

Vivian was deep-throating me slowly. I bent slightly to the right to grab my belt, I saw her eyes follow my right hand. When my fingers snatched it up, her green eyes widened, her suction increased, and her lips quivered.

The 1st lash made her flinch. I could tell by the way her throat tried to clamp that it stung like hell when I lashed her the 2nd time. I stared in her eyes before slinging the belt again. She winked and grabbed my a** with both of her hands and dug her red nails in deep. I took that as a ‘yes‘. The black YSL belt slapped her ass harder the third time and her c**t exploded, thin juice gushed from her like the spillways at the Ikogosi spring located in Ekiti state. It just poured and poured as her legs quivered and shook. I had to grab her around the waist to keep her legs under her, I took notice of her red striped ass. That had to hurt.

My c*** slipped from her throat and out her red lips with a popping sound.

“F***! That fucking hurt!” She screamed. At 1st, I thought I had once again, made an unwise decision until she shouted, “but I loved it! Now, f*** me!”
She spread her legs and leaned over, resting her hands on the table. I slid my wet c*** up and down her c**t and around the v****a before slipping the tip in; she rested her head on the table, reached back and spread her legs with both hands – “just f***ing do it!“

I whispered amidst the silence of the night, “you ready, V?“

With her head twisted on the table, I saw her grin and reply, “shoot 1st and ask questions later!“

I grabbed her wide hips and rammed my thick c*** straight up her hole, only a slight whimper gave her away. She liked it. My stiff c*** bore deep in her tight p**** as Veev screamed, “f***, that hurts! But, don’t stop!“

I dug my thumbs in her fleshy cheeks, clinched her hips with my fingers, rammed my c*** in up to my balls and… This was one helluva d*ggy, I laid over her back and rubbed her cl*t until she was as empty as a prize fighters head; her back was slick with sweat, but felt warm and somehow perfect as I kept banging that a** in different direction and speed.

She raised and turned her head and kissed me softly and said to my mouth, “damn baby, you sure can f***!“

I grabbed her big t*ts and replied, “save the compliment till it’s over,” as I saddled away through her oasis with my eyes closed.

I could feel my sperm bank about to cash out when I heard a loud ring and opened my eyes.

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I raised my head off the pillow and looked around the room, my eyes swept from the table to the bathroom door and in a degree of 270, my eyes went scanning the same 3 walls in vision.

“Damn! It’s just a dream,” as I speedily dropped my head in dismay on the pillow only to hit the back on the top edge of the bed. I groaned out in anger, “f***!“; one hand rubbing the back of my head and the other sweeping around the sheet to quiet my alarming phone. What a way to start the day, I sat back up with my phone in my hand as I tried remembering the dream. F***! I had passed out yesterday and had forgotten to…

I quickly reached for my pocket and pulled out some crumbled notes with the small sheet of paper the waiter had given me last night. Hurriedly, I punched in the digits – 0703*******, as I read the little ink note underneath, “CALL BY 1AM“. I was 6 hours late.

*In a low tone* “Hello…“

“Hello, is this Vivian? Veev?“

“Uhmmmmn, Dad? Biodun?“

“It’s Abiodun, did I wake you up?“

“Yeah! I slept late … thought you would call by…“

“Yeah! I know but…“

She gave a low laugh at my excuse and replied, “I’m still sleepy dear, I did a comprehensive research on the topic – Trends Influenced by Social Media.“

“Wow! Thanks … you’re a darling.“

“Text me your e-mail address, I’ll forward it to you … allow me rest a little more please … I’ll talk to you when I’m up.“

“Sure Veev! I’ll call you up by noon … and errmmm!!! I dreamt about you.“

“What! Are you serious? Tell me all about it when I’m up…“

“Alright V. Later.“

I hit the red button and frowned at myself, “Abiodun, you crazy? Why mention the dream?” Immediately I felt a sharp pain in my stomach and I felt sick. “Oh, Yeah! Hangover … I’m used to it.” I pulled off the duvet and headed straight for my little work-table … the same one I had dreamt about my sexual fantasy with Vivian. I pulled out a stick of Dunhill Switch from the almost empty packet, lit it up and blew smokes and then I made my way through to the bedside table which still had an almost out-of-content bottle of Vodka. Romantically, I lifted up the bottle, unscrewed the cork and gulped straight from the head as I envisioned what today had in store for me…

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“The best styles in the world can only be found in the Kama Sutra.” … BigDan

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