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Authors: Janice Burkett
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this wasnât a dream.
The waiter unbuckled his belt and his pants fell to the ground. Keisha sat up and kissed his chest. He wasnât interested in what she could do for him. He was going to show her what he was more than capable of doing to her. He spun her around, bending her over so her ass would poke out at him. He kissed both cheeks and parted her legs. He fed her his manhood and she expressed what she felt with a deep moan. He covered her mouth and fed her more. He was enjoying her as much as she was enjoying him.
Keisha was close to her climax again when he stopped his motion and led her over to the couch and instructed her to get on top. She rode him to the beat of the reggae music playing on the stereo. The pleasure was intense. She was savoring the moment, trying to hold back her climax, until he reached up and squeezed her nipples. Her moans got louder and she went faster.
âNot yet; whatâs the rush?â He picked her up, taking her back to the desk, and placed her on her back. He gave her all of him and she wrapped her legs around his waist and dug her nails into his back. Keisha got to her climax and let out a scream that would break any glass in sight. The waiter was right there with her. He gathered all his energy, giving her all he got. He roared like a lion because he was the king of this jungle. He enjoyed every moment of it just like she did.
She lay there in amazement. She was satisfied. The thought of how she had just betrayed her friend didnât even cross her mind. She refreshed her makeup and reapplied her lip gloss. Piece by piece she picked up her clothes and dressed herself. Her eyes strayed to a few certificates on the wall behind the desk and saw the name Damien Harvey: the owner. She smiled from ear to ear then finished getting dressed.
She blew him a kiss as she left his office, leaving him still breathless on the couch. She composed herself as she took the walk of shame through the kitchen. Actually there was no shame in her game because Damien was the owner, not a broke-pocket waiter. The cooks stared with smile on their faces, knowing she had sampled the main course.
Chapter 7
Keisha raised her wrist, checking the time on her Gucci watch. It was 3:55. Her session with Damien had lasted over an hour. She swiftly made her way out the side exit, not wanting to deal with Tina just in case she was still waiting inside.
âHell no!â Keisha bellowed, seeing the word BITCH stretched across her car in bold letters. She knew exactly who did it and she was going to deal with Tina. âI canât believe this jealous bitch did this to my car.â
She pressed the send on her phone and redialed the last number that had called her. But Tina didnât answer; her call was forwarded to voicemail. âIf you see me on the street, run, because Iâm running your ass over.â
Keisha sped off in a hurry to get to Tinaâs house. She went through a few yellow lights and ignored a few NO TURN ON RED signs. She made it to Tinaâs apartment but she didnât see her car in the driveway. She put her car in park and got out like a madwoman, leaving her door open. She ran up the stairs to apartment 119 and pounded the door like she was beating a drum.
âI know you are in there! Open the door before I kick it in. You think if you park around the block I wouldnât see your car?â Keisha didnât actually see Tinaâs car but she was hoping that would get her attention. âYour windows will be in pieces, bitch!â
Keisha ran down the stairs and hid herself at the side of the building. Tina came storming out of the apartment, and Keisha grabbed her and began pounding into her body as if her arms were a sledgehammer trying to break bricks.
âGet off me! Tina hollered. Keisha was still pounding her into the ground. This wasnât the projects so nobody was forming a circle around them. There was no cheering them on. No one even
The waiter unbuckled his belt and his pants fell to the ground. Keisha sat up and kissed his chest. He wasnât interested in what she could do for him. He was going to show her what he was more than capable of doing to her. He spun her around, bending her over so her ass would poke out at him. He kissed both cheeks and parted her legs. He fed her his manhood and she expressed what she felt with a deep moan. He covered her mouth and fed her more. He was enjoying her as much as she was enjoying him.
Keisha was close to her climax again when he stopped his motion and led her over to the couch and instructed her to get on top. She rode him to the beat of the reggae music playing on the stereo. The pleasure was intense. She was savoring the moment, trying to hold back her climax, until he reached up and squeezed her nipples. Her moans got louder and she went faster.
âNot yet; whatâs the rush?â He picked her up, taking her back to the desk, and placed her on her back. He gave her all of him and she wrapped her legs around his waist and dug her nails into his back. Keisha got to her climax and let out a scream that would break any glass in sight. The waiter was right there with her. He gathered all his energy, giving her all he got. He roared like a lion because he was the king of this jungle. He enjoyed every moment of it just like she did.
She lay there in amazement. She was satisfied. The thought of how she had just betrayed her friend didnât even cross her mind. She refreshed her makeup and reapplied her lip gloss. Piece by piece she picked up her clothes and dressed herself. Her eyes strayed to a few certificates on the wall behind the desk and saw the name Damien Harvey: the owner. She smiled from ear to ear then finished getting dressed.
She blew him a kiss as she left his office, leaving him still breathless on the couch. She composed herself as she took the walk of shame through the kitchen. Actually there was no shame in her game because Damien was the owner, not a broke-pocket waiter. The cooks stared with smile on their faces, knowing she had sampled the main course.
Chapter 7
Keisha raised her wrist, checking the time on her Gucci watch. It was 3:55. Her session with Damien had lasted over an hour. She swiftly made her way out the side exit, not wanting to deal with Tina just in case she was still waiting inside.
âHell no!â Keisha bellowed, seeing the word BITCH stretched across her car in bold letters. She knew exactly who did it and she was going to deal with Tina. âI canât believe this jealous bitch did this to my car.â
She pressed the send on her phone and redialed the last number that had called her. But Tina didnât answer; her call was forwarded to voicemail. âIf you see me on the street, run, because Iâm running your ass over.â
Keisha sped off in a hurry to get to Tinaâs house. She went through a few yellow lights and ignored a few NO TURN ON RED signs. She made it to Tinaâs apartment but she didnât see her car in the driveway. She put her car in park and got out like a madwoman, leaving her door open. She ran up the stairs to apartment 119 and pounded the door like she was beating a drum.
âI know you are in there! Open the door before I kick it in. You think if you park around the block I wouldnât see your car?â Keisha didnât actually see Tinaâs car but she was hoping that would get her attention. âYour windows will be in pieces, bitch!â
Keisha ran down the stairs and hid herself at the side of the building. Tina came storming out of the apartment, and Keisha grabbed her and began pounding into her body as if her arms were a sledgehammer trying to break bricks.
âGet off me! Tina hollered. Keisha was still pounding her into the ground. This wasnât the projects so nobody was forming a circle around them. There was no cheering them on. No one even
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