Page 9 of Ghetto Heartstrings
“Ummmm,” she moaned as her body tensed up. “Shit,” she panted softly.
Yep, that was it. Her massage was so good, Brook’Lynn couldn’t even hide the shit, and Perfect was now turned on. The masseuse was actually a good friend of Perfect’s. She used to be a runner, until she decided to change her life and go to school to do exactly what she was doing right now. Olivia was a beautiful Spanish girl with long, jet-black hair. Her body was well-portioned, and she always looked good, even in her uniform. She smirked when she realized she’d just made Perfect’s girl cum on her table, but she couldn’t deny the fact that the beautiful dark chocolate girl in front of her was bad as fuck. She almost had an orgasm her damn self.
Brook’Lynn’s eyes popped open, and her face was flushed with embarrassment. “Oh, my God, I’m so sorry. I don’t even know what to say.”
“Turn over,” Perfect ordered her.
His wish was her command as she slowly rolled over, exposing her flat tummy and perfectly waxed pussy. Her dark Hershey chocolate nipples were hard and sat perfectly on her round breasts. Licking his lips, he asked Brook’Lynn, “You like her?”
She examined Olivia and shrugged. She really didn’t care what he was talking about. She was hot and horny by now, as she used her own finger to play with her swollen clitoris.
“Undress,” he told Olivia, causing Brook’Lynn to frown.
“Have you lost your black ass mind?” Brook’Lynn stopped playing with herself, ready to haul off and slap some sense into him.
“Relax baby, trust me,” he told her and then focused back on Olivia. “Go ahead.”
Olivia nodded her head and slowly peeled her uniform off little by little until she was completely naked. Perfect couldn’tlie; the girl was stacked, but she wasn’t who he wanted. However, he did know how she got down, so he told her, “Do you.”
Brook’Lynn frowned. “Do what?”
Walking to her side, he bent down and lightly flickered his tongue over her hard nipple, before reaching up to tongue kiss her while gently sucking on her tongue in the process. She knew what he was up too.This had always been a fantasy of his… but why now?she wondered. Instead of fighting it, she went with the flow. She knew he wasn’t going to fuck the girl, he simply just wanted to watch her get her pussy ate and it couldn’t hurt to try it out.
While those two had their moment, Olivia used her perfectly manicured hands to spread Brook’Lynn’s legs apart while lifting them a little, so she could get in a good position. Feeling the warmness of Olivia’s hard nipple swipe across her thigh, she found it weird that she was turned the fuck on by it. Perfect removed himself from the equation and stood off to the side, with his dick as hard as a rock.
Olivia wasted no time placing her head in between Brook’Lynn’s thighs, while Brook’Lynn put that perfect arch in her back. Using her tiny fingers, Olivia spread Brook’Lynn’s pussy lips open, exposing her swollen clitoris before she started to gently suck it while stroking her warm tongue back and forth, causing Brook’Lynn to moan uncontrollably.
“Ahhhhh! Right there, right there!” She moved her body like a snake, matching the rhythm of Olivia’s tongue. She used her own hands to play and pull on her chocolate breasts, getting herself more aroused. She couldn’t lie; this bitch had a mean tongue on her, but she much rather to be getting some good hard dick from her man.
“Shitttt,” Perfect whispered to himself. Olivia was doing her thing, but she had to go. He needed his girl to himself now; he had to get him some of that.
He was getting ready to break it up, but they both looked like they were on the brink of cumming at the same damn time. He saw the look on Brook’Lynn’s face again, and Olivia had one of her hands on her own pussy, rotating it in a very fast pace. “Ohhhh mami!” Olivia squealed, never slowing her tongue down.
“Damnnn! Ooooo, I’m cumming!” Brook’Lynn yelled out in pleasure as her legs trembled. She had her eyes closed and was breathing hard, trying to catch her breath.
Now that Olivia’s job was done, she simply got dressed and walked out. “I’ll pick up my belongings later,” she said to Perfect.
Nodding his head, he acknowledged her and locked the door behind her before making his way back to Brook’Lynn, who was still lying there. “What you got for me, baby?” He licked his lips and slid out of his own clothes. He loved her with everything in him and the last thing he wanted to do was leave her. He loved her even more for satisfying the hunger for his fantasy. He’d always told her he wanted that, and she did it to make him happy. That was a part of her being comfortable in her own skin. He didn’t believe her when she said she was down, but she damn sure proved herself.
She sat up a little and smiled with lust in her eyes. “You happy, daddy?”
“You make me happy,” he told her as he guided his way to her soaking wet opening. Sex filled the air, adding even more of a spice. Brook’Lynn leaned back, propping on her elbows with her legs spread wide in the air, so she could get a good look.
Perfect’s strong body always made her extra wet. As soon as he entered her, his veins popped out of his neck as he lightly spit on her clitoris before placing his thumb there, pressing downon it in a rotating motion while stroking her deep, trying to get in her guts. He watched as his dick glistened with more cream every time he pulled back and stroked her pussy walls again.
“Unnn, I love you, Perfect! I love you!” She closed her eyes while moaning before she took her own nipple, bringing it to her mouth to lick on it.
“Ummm,” Perfect groaned. “Shit Brook.” He took his time making sure he angled his shit properly, in order to keep her creaming on herself.
After another five minutes of rough fucking and non-stop fourplay, they finally got up and went to the couch, where Perfect sat down and allowed Brook’Lynn to sit on top of him while bouncing her ass up and down. He took both hands and smacked her ass hard, pulling her pussy closer to him as she rode that dick like a pro.
“Baby,” he groaned through clenched teeth. “I want you to ride this shit like it was the last time. Give me my pussy baby.” He tossed his head back.
Brook’Lynn didn’t need to be told again. She did her thing and made it do what it do. She stopped and hopped off, just so she could suck the soul out of his body before she hopped back on, bringing them both to one of the hardest and longest orgasms that they both hadn’t had in a long time. They were so exhausted. They both dozed off right there, with Brook’Lynn still straddling him with her head on his shoulder.
They slept for all about thirty minutes before hopping up taking a shower, so they could feast on dinner. Brook’Lynn thanked God it was still warm, since it was warming in the oven until it was ready to be eaten. Her stomach growled and her mouth watered, as she stood there fixing plates while wearing a baby tee that barely covered her breast and a pair of Perfect’s Polo boxers on. She loaded them up with fried lobster, NewYork strip steaks with grilled onions, asparagus, loaded baked potatoes, and buttered dinner rolls.
She sat his plate in front of him, knowing damn well he didn’t cook this meal. However, she didn’t give a damn; it was the thought that counted. They ate in silence for the first few minutes, before Brook’Lynn decided to break the silence and tell him all about her interview. When they were done eating, Perfect washed the dishes and joined Brook’Lynn on the couch, so he could talk to her. He was leaving in 24 hours, and he didn’t know how she was going to react.
