6 comments/ 63685 views/ 14 favorites Aisha & Paul Ch. 02 By: elle_noire Aisha sat in the middle of the pick-up next to Paul. She placed her head on his shoulder and they drove back to Aisha's house. Once in front of her house, the two shared a long passionate kiss. Paul could not resist the urge to touch her soft brown body again. As they kissed, he slid his hand up her dress. He massaged a hand full of her warm thigh. Paul moved his hand higher between her legs and found her clit. He rubbed her clit and then inserted two fingers into her. Sliding his hand in and out, he liked how he could feel her juices starting to flow. He extended his two fingers outward to give her pussy one last stretch. "oh!" Aisha moaned. She pulled his hand from under her dress and placed his two moistened fingers in her mouth. She licked his fingers clean. Paul's mouth dropped as his cock swelled. Where did he find such a sexual creature? Aisha smiled at her friends reaction. "You better go. Call me, OK?" she jumped out of the truck like a school girl. Her feet landed on the soft manicured grass outside of her estate. She ran across the lawn towards her front porch. Paul watched her run and placed his hand on his crotch. He wished that he did not have anywhere to be, but he did. When he was satisfied that she was close enough to the door. He pulled off. He was already a little late going to pick up his wife. Aisha reached the brick stairs of her house. "Oh my god!" Aisha realized that she did not have her shoes on. She had left her sandals in Paul's truck and he was on his way to get his wife. 'Shit!', she thought. His wife cleans his truck out on Sunday mornings. Paul had told Aisha that he had an affair before and that his wife found out about. His wife threaten to divorce him and sell the shop if he were unfaithful again. There was no way for her to contact him. He did not have a cell phone and he was not going to stop by the shop first. Aisha took a shower and thought about what Paul would tell his wife about the shoes. She knew that they must have been under the seat because she did not see them when she got out. He could easily explain that he had just given her a ride and she accidentally left her shoes behind. However, that does not seem likely that someone like Aisha would have forgotten her shoes. Unless she was distracted by a finger fuck, of course. That night Aisha kept thinking about her shoes. She could not sleep. She knew that if Paul's wife found them, it would mean trouble for him. In an instant, she decided what she had to do. She had to go and get the shoes...tonight. Aisha got in her car and drove to Paul's house. She parked her car a few blocks away so that they would not see the headlights. She walked up the driveway and saw that the garage door was not closed all the way. Aisha bent down and went underneath the door. It was dark inside but she could clearly see the truck. The entire garage was junky from top to bottom. She stood in one spot a minute so that she could map her route to the truck without kicking anything. Once at the truck, Aisha opened the door and felt around for her shoes. Just as she grabbed one from under the passenger seat, a light switched on. Startled, Aisha turned around and was face to face with an older white woman. Her heart started racing. "what are you doing?", the woman asked with her arms folded. "I was just...I needed to...I...these are my shoes", Aisha said holding the shoe up. "what is it doing in my husbands truck?" Just then, Paul came into the garage. He turned pale white when he saw Aisha. He looked at her with his mouth open. "I left my car at his body shop today... and my shoes were on the back seat... And Paul took them and placed them in his truck so that no one would steal them." Aisha said, satisfied that she had thought of a good excuse on the spot. The older woman glared at Aisha. "you are not in the city anymore, Mrs. Alexander. People don't steal in this town. That is why we leave our garage doors open." Realizing that she had messed up, Aisha dropped her shoulders and looked at Paul. He looked very disappointed in her. The older woman clinched her mouth together and gave Aisha one last disapproving stare. The woman turned to look at Paul and then disappeared into the house. Paul walked over to the garage door and walked out. Aisha followed him into the street and around the brush. "I am sorry...I am so sor..." Aisha started "What are you doing?" Paul interrupted. He was speaking to her in an angry, low voice so that his wife could not hear. "I was trying to not get you in trouble." "By coming to my house!" "I was trying to get my shoes. I told her that you were fixing my car" "My shop does not fix foreign cars! She knows that and I told YOU that! "Don't yell at me. I said that I was sorry" Aisha was starting to tear up. The last thing that she wanted to do was to hurt Paul. Paul looked at Aisha's big sad brown eyes. He knew that she was trying to do something good by coming there. It was just the wrong thing to do. He couldn't look at her with tears in her eyes. "I gotta go" Paul disappeared around the brush and Aisha was left on the dirt road alone. She turned and walked back to her car with tears streaming down her cheeks. She knew that she had messed up. The next couple of weeks, Paul did not call Aisha. Once again, she was alone in the town. Her husband was only home sporadically for about 8 days out of the month. His job had him overseas a lot. And when he was home, he was working on the computer. .Aisha walked to the store every other day hoping to see Paul. She spotted his truck one day when she was driving back from the city. It was parked outside of the local bakery. She got of the car and went inside. While she was looking around, she saw the older white woman that was at Paul's house. Aisha ducked down an aisle to avoid being seen. "are you finished?", a man said from aisles over. It was Paul. Aisha thought that she had did something stupid again by going in so she went to the back of the store and waited for them to leave. She looked out the window as they left. Paul's wife got right into the truck. Paul swung the bag over the bed of his truck and caught a glimpse of her car across the street. He looked around to see if he saw her and then drove away. A terrible storm was passing through. It was hurricane season and it had rained constantly. Aisha had not gone outside in a few days. She didn't really see a need to now that it had been two months since she had seen Paul. She showered and settled in the family room to listen to music. Aisha heard a thumping on her back door. She ignored it because she thought that it was just an animal or something. THUMP THUMP THUMP "geez!' She got up and looked out of the kitchen window. It was too dark for her to see all of the patio so she went to the back door. She cracked it open to looked out. Paul was standing in the grass away from the patio. He was soaking wet from head to toe and holding her other shoe in his hand. He was silent. Aisha opened the door wider and let the light from the kitchen trace his silhouette in the dark country night. He walked up the stairs towards her and her heart started racing. She was not sure if he were still mad at her. Paul reached the door way and dropped the shoe. Not knowing what to expect, Aisha stepped back away from him. He grabbed her by the sash on her robe and pulled her out onto the patio, in the rain. She immediately placed her hands over her hair as most black women don't like to get their hair wet. Paul grabbed her hands and held them behind her back He pulled her toward him and forced his tongue into her mouth. Parting her lips, he inhaled the essence of her as he kissed her deeply. He missed her and did not know what or how to say why he had been away for so long. He just decided to kiss her and allow her to react. To his delight, Aisha returned the passion of the kiss. She could not believe that her lover came back to her. Paul held her hands behind her back with one of his hands. He used the other to untie her robe and release it off of her shoulders. Then his hand met her breast. He squeezed her nipple until the mahogany seed was fully erect. Paul leaned down and flicked her nipple with his tongue. Aisha moaned into the night air and stood on her tip toes to allow Paul to devour her entire breast. She held her head back and for the first time, allowed rain to wash over her face. They continued kissing and holding each other in the rain. Their clothes were drenched but there were completely oblivious to that as they had reunited their passion for each other. "lets go inside." Aisha suggested. Paul followed her into her laundry room. "take your clothes off so that I can dry them" "You? working a dryer?" Paul teased. "very funny." she said sarcastically back. "the maid only comes on weekends" Aisha took her robe off and placed it in the dryer. She kept the satin bodysuit on that she had underneath. Paul undressed and was not at all embarrassed about the hard on that bounced out of his jeans. Aisha grabbed his cock and massaged it with her hand. "did you miss me?" she asked. "baby you have no idea" "I am so sorry about coming to your house" "it's OK. Well, it's not OK but I think it will pass. She doesn't really think that you and I are seeing each other. She was just uncomfortable with you being there." "oh. OK" Aisha told Paul to take a shower in the guest room downstairs. She went into the master bathroom to get freshened up. Paul was walking around down stairs in a towel when he looked up at the second level. Aisha was standing there in nothing except a thong made entirely of pearls. He had never seen her like this. Before when he saw her, she was laying in the grass. Now she was standing there, her brown skin beautifully illuminated by the chandelier that was above her head. Her hair was pinned up in a bun. Her breast were round and full and lifted away from her body. Her chocolate nipples were an erotic contrast to her skin tone. The pearls draped around her pussy were an immediate stimulant for his cock. Aisha looked at Paul and then walked to a guess room that was upstairs. Paul started up the stairs. She walked slow to allow him enough time to see where she was going . He eyed her fleshy ass the entire way. He was completely turn on at how round and firm it was. He remembered how he bounced off of her ass when he fucked her from behind at the lake. His cock became extremely hard and that familiar ache came back. Arriving at the door, Aisha turned around to make sure that he was behind her. Paul came into the room. He noticed the huge cherrywood canopy bed that was in the center of the room. The canopy had vintage lace drapery hanging down that pooled on the floor around the bed. Noticing that he was eyeing the room instead of her, Aisha grabbed his hand and pulled him to her. His hard cock pressed into her stomach. She extended herself up and instead of kissing him, she seductively licked his mouth and bite his lip. She lead him over to the bed and pulled the lace aside for him to sit down. Aisha got down on her knees and placed her hands on his hips and allowed his cock to rest on her cheek. " ah, baby" Paul said anticipating what was to come. Aisha leaned down between his legs. The smell made her hungry for him. She rubbed her mouth on his balls. Her tongue lapped at them until she took them into her mouth. Paul was shocked that she could hold both of them in her mouth at one time. His wife does not give blow jobs much less suck his balls. "aaahhhh yeah, baby", he moaned as he pulled the scrunchie out of her hair. He wanted to feel the texture of her hair on his thighs. He then moved it back away from her face so that he could still see the contrast of his purple cock against her honey brown skin. Aisha rolled his balls around in her mouth, sucking ever so gently as to not hurt him. Then she pushed his legs up on the bed so that his feet were flat on the surface. She moved his ass cheeks out of the way and dove in with her tongue. "aaawwww, shit. Wait!" Paul said trying to move her head with his hand. No one had ever touched his asshole before and frankly, he thought it was a bit gay. Aisha refused to move. She knew that if she kept going, he would give in to her. Still holding his cheeks out of the way, she tongue kissed his tight hole. She licked around the taunt skin and darted at the opening until his ass began to respond to her. Paul relaxed and his hole loosened up. Aisha darted her tongue in and out of his forbidden opening. He opened his legs wider and pushed Aisha's mouth deeper into his ass "oooooowwww. oh god, girl! What are you doing to me?" Paul asked breathlessly. He closed his eyes while laying back on the bed and stated slowly rocking his hips back and forth to meet her hungry mouth. Seeing how she made Paul give in made Aisha's clit begin to throb. She took one hand and pulled the pearl thong off of her ass. The cool air meeting her wet pussy made her moan. Once Paul's ass was loose enough, Aisha came up for air. "Don't stop!", Paul pleaded. "ssshhhh", she whispered. Aisha grabbed Paul's legs and slid him to the edge of the bed so that his ass was slightly hanging off. He sat up and looked at her. She had a seductive look on her face. "Watch me", she said. Aisha put one hand on Paul's cock and guided it to her mouth. she licked around the head before letting Paul see it disappear in her mouth. "uuuummmm" Aiaha was on her knees in front of Paul. She placed her body in between his legs and forced his feet apart with her knees. She slide her mouth up and down his shaft until her nose touched his hairs. She kept her entire cock in her mouth and let her tongue massage his shaft. Then she began sucking and slurping the entire length of his cock. All the while looking him directly in his eyes, daring him to look away. This was all too much for Paul. The mere site of Aisha sucking him was enough to make him cum. Aisha slipped her middle finger into her pussy. She slide her finger in and out until it was completely wet with her juices. She removed her finger and placed it at the opening of Paul's ass. She gently rubbed his ass with her finger as she had did with her mouth earlier. "Oh, God!" Paul resisted and tried to close his legs. This is why Aisha had placed her knees at his ankles to keep him from stopping her. There is so much pleasure in a man's ass and she wanted him to feel every bit of it. Aisha continued giving him a blow job concentrating on the head to fully stimulate him. After she was certain that his ass had been teased long enough, she gently inserted her finger into Paul's eager hole. Sliding it in and out gave Paul the most amazing sexual feeling he had ever felt. "aaaaaaahhhhh! Shit" The feeling was all too confusing to Paul. What was this new sensation that he was feeling? His entire pelvic area was on fire. His cock and his ass were sending erotic shocks all over his body. His heart was pounding in his chest. He let go of all of his inhibitions and allowed his beautiful friend to take him to a place he had never been before. Aisha was still hungrily slurping his cock. Her saliva mixed with his precum allowed her to easily examine his entire length with her mouth and probe his pee slit with her tongue. With the finger that was inserted inside of Paul, Aisha rotated it upward and began pressing on the mounds of rippled flesh inside his ass. Paul could no longer control himself. His stomach and groin muscles tightened and cum raced up his shaft to reward Aisha's effort. The force of his cum caught her off guard as it shot to the back of her throat. She continued sucking hard and swallowing, assisting him in emptying out his balls. Aisha knew what she wanted after this. Once Paul finished cumming, he sat up and looked down at her. She had not swallowed every drop. Aisha opened her mouth and pushed his cum out with her tongue. It oozed over Pauls cock. She smeared it all over his shaft with her hand. "Fuck my ass" Paul had never had anal sex but was not going to turn down the offer. He grabbed the back of her head and pulled her to his mouth. He kissed her hard and stood her up. He put her in the center of the bed on all fours. Paul closed the opening of the lace and it fully encased the bed. Aisha arched her back and he had full view of her moist, fat pussy lips. He then rubbed his cock to make sure that it was lubricated enough. Paul placed his cock at the opening of her ass. He pushed his head in a little. It was incredibly tight. He tried to push again. "no. don't push.", she said realizing that he may have never done this before. A little of his head was already in. Aisha pushed back against his him. She rocked her ass back and forth. The tightness around his cock was unbelievable. Paul grabbed her hips and started plunging himself inside of her. Aisha stopped moving to allow him to get his own rhythm. The feeling was too incredible. He looked up at the ceiling because watching her ass swallow his cock was going to make him cum too soon. Aisha started talking to him. "fuck my ass, baby...Thats it....You feel so good inside my ass" That was it. Paul knew that he was not going to last long. The ass fuck was good to Aisha too. She was enjoying that feeling in her ass and had started moving her hips with Paul. Her moaning got louder and more intense and Paul decided that he was going to make her cum first. Paul plunged deep inside her ass. He slowed his movements to save his own orgasm until later. He reached under and placed the pad of his thumb on her clit. His other fingers rested on her pubis mons. Paul lightly squeezed his hand together and started vibrating her clit with his thumb. The pressure on her mons and the thrill on her clit sent Aisha into an orgasmic fury. "aaarrrggggghhhhh!!!!!!" Every muscle in the lower half of her body contracted at the same time. She momentarily stopped breathing as her contracted diaphragm would not allow her to inhale. Paul continued to fuck in and out of her ass and vibrate her clit with his thumb. Aisha drowned in the orgasmic flood that had taken over her body. Her pussy muscles were so contracted and strained from the force of the multiple orgasms that pee, mixed with cum, leaked onto Pauls hand. Aisha's ass had tighten up as well. Paul could no longer hold it. He put both hands on her hips and banged her asshole. He knew that he probably should not be fucking her that hard but this was the ultimate pleasure for him. He vigorously fucked in and out of her ass until he reached his orgasmic peak. Paul flooded Aisha's ass with cum. He continued pumping until he became too soft to stay in. Paul withdrew out of Aisha's ass and watched his milky white cum seap out of her. Exhausted, he laid down next to her. Aisha turned on her side. He reached between her legs and rubbed the cum from her ass over her pussy. He stroked her until she fell asleep. Paul went down stairs and got dressed. He returned back upstairs with a wet face cloth. He gently wiped Aisha's lower body clean and then covered her with her robe that we had gotten out of the dryer. He kissed her on the forehead before leaving out the back door and disappearing into the night. Aisha & Paul Ch. 03 Aisha sat Indian style on top of the steel top desk inside of Paul’s office. “...and that is a piece of cornbread.”, she said pointing to a Tupperware dish off to the side. Aisha had made Paul a traditional African American meal which is commonly termed soul food. Her grandmother had taught her how to fry a perfectly golden piece of catfish, accompanied by baked beans laced with green peppers, sausage, and onions. She had also made potato salad and collard greens. Paul dug into the food and could not believe how good it was. “you didn’t make all of this.” Paul accused. “this is delicious.” “yes I did! Just because I don’t cook does not mean that I can’t!” “so the myth is true?” He asked. “what myth?” Paul was referring to the myth that all black women can cook but he did not want to offend Aisha by bringing up a stereotype. Paul rolled his chair over in front of her. He cupped her ass and slid her to the edge of the desk. Paul knows that Aisha never wears panties, so he opened her legs and placed her feet on the chair’s arm rests. “you know what I want?” Paul asked as he kissed her inner thigh. “I want you to cook for me more often.” Aisha looked down at his head between her thighs and raised one eyebrow. “and what do I get in return?” she asked coyly. “Wait, I have one other request.” Paul slid her dress up to her waist exposing her smooth brown pussy. “I want you to grow your pubic hair back.” Aisha looked puzzled. “Where did that come from”? “I don’t know. I guess I never been with a black girl before and I wanted to experience all the unique things about you.” “well...OK....however strange that is. And I am not a girl. I thought I showed you that.” Having said that Aisha, put her hand between her legs. She used two fingers to open her pussy lips, exposing her clit. Paul leaned in and planted a kiss on the semi erect mound. Aisha moaned softly. He circled her clit with his tongue and flicked it until, he could taste her juices beginning to flow. Aisha laid back on the desk. Paul set her back up. ‘I can’t, baby”, he advised why he set her back up. “there’s too many people in the shop now. Someone could come in.” Aisha looked disappointed but she understood. It is a small town. Some people thought they knew about her and Paul but no one had ever seen anything. They had always been careful to make it seem like he was helping her with her car or helping her around her house. She had even purchased wood for Paul to make a shoe cabinet in her house. He came over alot and needless to say, she got nailed more than the wood did. Aisha gathered up the dishes and packed them away. Just as she walked out of Paul’s office, someone grabbed her arm and shoved her to the floor. Aisha fell down in front of one the vehicles that were in the shop. Before she could say anything, Jacob placed his hand over her mouth. Jacob was one of the mechanics that worked with Paul. He was probably the only other person in the town that knew for certain about Aisha and Paul’s affair. Aisha squirmed underneath him to get him off of her. Being knocked to the ground flung her dress up around her waist. “Paul, I brought you and the boys some lunch over.” said an old familiar feminine voice. Aisha stopped squirming. Jacob nodded his head and took his hand away. Paul’s wife had come into the shop just as Aisha was coming out of the office. ‘dammit!’ she thought. Aisha pulled her dress down over her legs but not before she caught Jacob looking at her pussy. She punched him on his thigh. “Asshole”, she whispered. Jacob smiled and walked away. Aisha sat on the floor. She closed her eyes in disbelief that she was actually sitting on the filthy floor of a body shop in her Prada dress. She whinced at the site of dirt smudged on her matching shoes. Once she heard the door of Paul’s office close. She knew that his wife was inside. Aisha stood up and straightened her dress. “there was no easier way to do that?” Aisha shot at Jacob. “it’s always a pleasure ma’am.” Paul said smirking and tipping his ball cap. Aisha glared at him and left out the back door. Her car was always parked out back so that no one would see it. Once at home, she took a shower and looked at herself in the mirror. She placed her hand between her legs. Aisha considered Paul’s request but she has not had hair on her pussy in years. She was not even sure of how long it would take to grow back. Aisha decided that if Paul wanted to have a “black” experience, she’d show him. Anyhow, she started packing her bags for her flight. She was going to Japan to spend a few weeks with her husband. A month and a half later, Aisha came back. As soon as her flight landed, she called Paul. “hello”, he answered. “hey, it’s me!” Paul brightened up. “hey you! How you doing kiddo?” “Great! Even better once I see you.” Aisha yelled over the noises in the terminal. “Do you want to go into the city tonight? I know a club there.” “sure!” Paul hung up the phone and sat back in his office chair smiling. He didn’t think about it until he heard her voice but he really did miss her while she was gone. Aisha stood in the door of Paul’s office. He looked up to see her in what looked like a denim bikini top, denim shorts that looked like brief underwear and silver stiletto heels. She had on a little bit more make-up than she usually wears. Aisha did not go to get her hair straightened in the past couple of weeks so her hair was in it’s natural curl pattern. She had on huge hoop earrings, Angela Davis style. Silver bangles adorned her wrists. She twirled around in the doorway. Her ass was hanging out the back of her shorts. Paul’s eyed widened at the black American princess standing before him. He opened his mouth but nothing came out. Aisha laughed. “that’s a good thing right.” She walked over to Paul and wrapped her arms around his neck. She pushed her tongue in his mouth and forced him to receive her kiss. Paul complied by pushing her against the wall, lifting her leg up around his waist and returning her passion. He had always liked kissing her. She is aggressive sexually and her full bodied kisses always swells his dick. This moment was no exception. Paul pressed his hard cock head into Aisha. Even through their clothes, he could feel the warmth of her pussy. She begin grinding her pussy against the lump in his pants. Paul pulled back. “we are going to be late.” “to a club?”, Aisha asked rhetorically. She playfully pushed him away. “you have been teasing me for weeks”, she said walking past him. Paul smacked her on the ass as she went out the doorway. Paul opened the backdoor to the shop. Aisha had parked behind the bushes. She parks there at night so that no one will see her car. In their normal fashion, they got into her car and drove down Main Street with the headlights off until they reach the main thoroughfare. “pull over right here.” Paul directed, pointing to the side of the road. “I gotta pee.” Aisha pulled over to the side of the road. Paul got out and stood not far from the car. As he unzipped his pants he felt someone’s arms reach around him and grab his dick. Aisha had gotten out of the car. She held Paul’s flaccid cock in her hands. “go ahead and pee.” Paul had never urinated with someone else holding him. He hesitated but then let go. As he was peeing, Aisha still standing behind him, pressed her body against his. Paul reached back and held her thighs. He finished and before he could shake the last few drops away, Aisha spun him around. She kneeled down and put his soft dick in her mouth. Her face went straight to his pelvic bone. Paul let out a sigh. Aisha rolled her tongue and worked her mouth over him. Paul looked down at her. He could never get enough of seeing his cock disappear into her mouth. He grabbed a fist full of her hair to immobilize her head. Paul held her head still while he fucked in and out of her mouth. He pushed the entire length of his cock into her mouth and pulled back slowly to watch her mouth move over the pulsating veins in his dick. Her lips would open wider everytime the head popped in and out of her mouth. To get him to cum faster, Aisha devoured his cock with long hard strokes. Paul held his head back and concentrated on the sensations around his throbbing dick. His heart started to beat faster. The tingling had intensified. He pumped harder into Aisha’s mouth. When his dick was as tight as it could be and Paul’s body stiffened, Aisha stood up and stepped back. Paul’s purple swollen cock was standing erect in the night air. “aarrgghh! Shit!” Paul grabbed his dick and started jerking off. “what was that for?” “For teasing me”, Aisha winked at Paul and turned to walk back to the car. Paul continued to stroke his dick until he released himself. A little bit of cum oozed from his head. The thrill was gone. Aisha drove into the inner city. Paul looked around with amazement. He had been into the city numerous times but never to the projects. Paul stared at every rundown building, every vagabond, everything that he had only seen on television. “wow.” When they were a few blocks away from the club. Aisha pulled over to let Paul drive. He questioned why but she explained that it was just social politics. Once they got to the club, it was packed. The line was around the building. Paul and Aisha were making their way up to the building but Paul was holding them up. He kept greeting people. Aisha snatched his arm, “c’mon. This is not Mayberry.” “Aisha!” the bouncer beamed. “It’s been a while”. Aisha and the bouncer hugged. He continued. “I see you got rid of that stiff husband of yours and hooked up with his boss.” He unhooked the velvet rope. Paul and the bouncer shook hands. Paul smiled because he thought the joke was funny. Unamused, Aisha pushed past the bouncer and went inside. Paul was hit with a rush of heat at the club’s entrance. He stepped back but he noticed that Aisha was oblivious to the hot air. She grabbed his hand and pulled him further in. He noticed that most of the women were dressed like Aisha. In black clubs, there is a blatant sexuality that encompasses anyone that dares to enter. The women, all beautiful shades of brown, all confident in their volumpcious or curvaceous bodies, dancing like they are having sex on the floor. Perfectly round asses and hour glass hips melodically traced the bass ridden beats. The men, seen through the haze of smoke, are characteristically cool. Caps pulled low, drinks held high. Everything seems to be in slow motion to Paul. Aisha is still pulling him threw the club. He turned his head back and forth taking in all of the different sights and smells that are not present in his town. Clearly, he was over stimulated. The music was too loud for conversation, so after a few drinks apiece, Aisha disappeared in the crowd. Paul took a seat at the bar. He sipped on his brandy as he watched some of the most interestingly exotic women he has ever seen. One woman in particular walked over to Paul, turned around and started dancing in front of him. She was rubbing her ample ass against Paul’s leg. Paul’s heart started pounding. He didn’t even know this woman. People don’t do that where he is from. The woman had long braids that came down to her waist. She had dark chocolate skin that was almost blue under the haze of the club. Thick as a horse. She was what Paul had thought of when he thought about being with a black women. Aisha is like a black woman from the television. She has brown skin but she won’t satisfy the urge to be overcome by the strong sexuality of a displaced African. Aisha is a princess, not a queen. The woman’s stomach, ass, back and legs all worked together to continuously roll her body into Paul. He looked around to see if anyone were watching. He reached out and rubbed her back with his hand. Her skin was warm and taut. He cautiously moved his hand down her side and traced the curve of her enormous hip. The woman turned and was facing Paul. He noticed her huge breasts. Each was round and wide and about to pop out of the obviously too small dress the woman had on. Paul thought about Aisha’s tits and how there is such a contrast between her brown skin and her black nipples. Looking down at them, he wondered what this woman’s chocolate covered mounds looked like. The thought alone made his cock swell. The woman noticed Paul watching her breasts. She planted her boobs firmly into his chest and begin grinding against him. With those huge tits placed firm against his chest, Paul could not resist the urge to touch them. With his fingers spread wide, it still was not enough to cover the large surface area. Just as Paul became comfortable with is new “friend”, Aisha appeared. With a look of disbelief on her face, she wedged her arm in-between Paul and the woman. Using her hip to squeeze in further, Aisha bumped the much larger woman away from Paul. She looked the woman up and down with a disapproving snare. The woman laughed off Aisha’s display of jealousy and disappeared into the crowd. Aisha wrinkled her brow at Paul. He didn’t know what to say or if he should explain that the woman approached him. Paul began talking but the club was too loud for Aisha to hear. She grabbed his hand and lead him towards the dance floor. She had let him drive her car up to the club so that she could leave him alone. No one would disrespect him if they though that he had money. Now she realized that she had to keep him with her so that she would not be disrespected. Out on the dance floor, Paul just stood still. Aisha placed his hands on her hips so that he could feel her movements. Aisha took Paul’s hand and slid it up her inner thigh to her pussy. Paul gasped. His hand was planted in a thick and wiry bush that covered the entire top of her pussy. He tried to turn her around to see but Aisha kept her ass planted firmly against his crotch. The hard lump in his pants let her know that she was in the right place. Paul kept his hand cupped over her pussy. The club was dark and smoky enough that it was not obvious to anyone else. Aisha kept moving her body against him holding his thighs against her. He finally picked up her rhythm. Paul moved his hips side to side matching Aisha. Standing with a wide stance, she bent all the way over until her hair touched the floor. Following her lead, Paul moved his body closer to her, placing his erect cock against her warmth. Aisha bent her knees up and down. She could feel his dick popping up and down in his pants. Paul loved the sensation he was getting. He grabbed her hips tighter and bent his knees so that he could get further into her. Now he had the perfect fit. Paul looked around. He wanted to enjoy the feeling building up in his crotch while experiencing the sites and sounds of this black sexual Mecca. And then he saw her, again. Her blue-black skin shining from perspiration. Dancing as provocatively as before. Staring right at him. Paul knew she was propositioning him. Even, if nothing more than a drink, she wanted him. He was not sure of what he was suppose to do. He did not want to be disrespectful to Aisha but how do you say no to blatant eroticism. Paul just stared back at the woman. Locking eyes with her, refusing to look away. Aisha was still dancing with her head down, rubbing her ass against his dick. She looked back to see Paul’s expression. He was still looking away. Aisha looked in the same direction to see what he was looking at. She caught a glimpse of the woman. Aisha became outraged. She stood up and shoved Paul in his chest, knocking him off balance. She stormed toward the volumpcious woman but Paul grabbed her arm. Aisha pulled away from him and headed in another direction. Paul tried to follow her but he was stopped by a very large man that was blocking his way. Paul tried to get past but the man pushed Paul so hard that he was thrown off balance, again. Paul felt the anger build up in his face. He regained himself and stormed after Aisha. Paul followed her through the crowd. This time he was not letting her get away from him. Aisha went into the women’s bathroom. The bathroom did not have a door on it so he was able to see her inside. Paul was not sure if the alcohol or the contact high from the second hand marijuana smoke, or if just plain anger was clouding his judgment but he followed her in. The bathroom was just as crowded as the club. Loud and smoky, and surprisingly, he was not the only man in there. Paul pushed his way through and found Aisha in a stall on the end. Once the door closed, Paul sat down on the toilet. He grabbed Aisha by her shorts and pulled her to him. She held on to the top of the stall for balance. He yanked her shorts down and exposed her pussy. Her dark, thick pubic hair was at the center of her round hips. Paul’s cock started to ache and he hungered for the taste of her juices. Paul grabbed Aisha and planted his face in her crotch. He rubbed his mouth and cheeks all over her hair. He loved the course wiry, texture. Paul put one of her legs over his shoulder. He used his hand to open her pussy lips and expose her erect clit. Aisha moaned and held onto the stall tighter. Her pussy was getting wetter but Paul was licking her juices as fast as they were flowing. With one hand still on her ass cheeks, Paul unzipped his pants with the other. He pulled his cock out of the confines of his pants. He held it straight up at the base. With his other hand, he took her leg down and positioned her with one leg on either side of him. He slid his hand up to her waist and yanked her down on his lap. Aisha yelled. Paul’s dick went straight up into her pussy. He placed both hands on her waist and bounced her up and down on his lap. With each down motion, he thrusted his hips up into her. Aisha was whincing with pain. “You are hurting me”, she said breathlessly into his face. “You wanted me to fuck you, right?” Paul said still bouncing her up high and hard. “you like it. You like my white cock fucking you hard, don’t you?” The pain of him hitting her pelvic bone would not allow her to speak. Aisha leaned forward and wrapped her arms around his neck. She closed her eyes tight and held on. Then Paul stopped thrusting her. He leaned her back and forced his tongue into her mouth. The kiss was really more of the two of them licking each others tongues open-mouthed. Paul continued to lick her neck and her chest. Aisha started rocking her hips back and forth, stimulating her clit. Paul snatched at her top ripping the strings that held it together. He grabbed her breasts with both hands and squeezed her nipples together. He licked side to side, leaving both nipples glistening with his saliva. Paul stood Aisha up and roughly placed her back against the stall wall. He stood up and put his hand between her legs. Aisha looked at him wide eyed. She was not sure what to make of this aggressive act. Paul slid two finger into her pussy. He slid them in and out over her clit and then back into her. Her clit became more and more erect with each stroke. Aisha moaned. The increasing moisture in her cunt made his fingers more and more slippery. Paul was staring into her eyes, intimidating her almost. She refused to look away. He leaned forward and whispered in her ear. “tell me to fuck you.” Aisha just looked at him wide-eyed, breathing heavily. Paul grabbed her hair with his free hand and thumped her back into the stall. “Say it!”, he growled through clenched teeth. Aisha was shocked. A little bit of fear of uncertainty and clit stimulation made her repeat his command. “Fuck me.” she said softly. Paul slung Aisha around, pressing her face against the wall. He opened her legs with his foot. Paul placed his cock at the opening of her wet pussy. He placed his hands on the wall above her and thrusted up into her. Using the wall for leverage, Paul fucked Aisha from behind. The flesh of her ass jiggled with each pounding allowing Paul to bounce off of her and return with greater force than before. Aisha & Paul Ch. 03 Aisha pressed her cheek against the cold stall wall. She arched her back. Paul was able to sink all the way into her hot hollow opening. Aisha thrusted her hips back into Paul. His balls banged against her swollen pussy lips. Paul used quick, hard strokes. He wanted to cum within the moment. This moment that was doused with his anger from being pushed around and his lust for the charcoal colored woman. Paul visualized the woman as he fucked Aisha. Paul spun Aisha around. He did not want to cum inside her. She owed him from wasting his liquid pearl back in the woods. Paul pushed her down the wall and held the back of her head. He forcefully fed her his cock head until it reached the back of her throat. Paul, holding onto the stall, began fucking her mouth the same way he had fucked her pussy. Aisha head banged against the wall. She squinted her eyes tight and held on to a fist full of Paul’s pants. Hearing her head thumping against the wall, Paul grabbed Aisha’a hair to hold her head still. Aisha was not in control of this blow job. She could only relax her jaw and allow Paul to bring himself to his ultimate climax. He continued sliding in and out of her mouth, watching his head and purple shaft disappear behind those bow shaped lips. Feeling his cum race up his cock, Paul pulled out of her mouth just as he was unloading. He shot cum across Aisha’s face and into her hair. He massaged his shaft until another load painted her slightly parted mouth. Paul took the head of his dick and traced her lips. Aisha opened her eyes and a trail of cum stretched across her eye lashes. Paul stood behind her in the mirror. Her makeup was smeared from splashing her face with water. Paul reached down and adjusted her shorts, pulling them as far down over her ass as he could get them. He did not like her dressed that way. He knew that it was not her. However, he realized that she probably did it because she was trying to bring him into an aspect of her world, her people. He gave her his jacket and they walked out of the bathroom. As they were leaving, Aisha lead the way. Before they walked out the door, someone slipped something into Paul’s hand. He turned his head and the erotic woman from before was smiling at him. Paul looked down at his hand and saw a slip of paper with numbers written on it. Not knowing what to do, Paul balled the paper up and shoved it into his pocket. By the time Aisha pulled up in front of her house, it was 4:30am. She was too tired to put her car into the garage. She parked in the circular driveway out front. She was still a little drunk and starting to feel nauseated. Paul had ripped her shirt off so she was holding the triangle top up over her breasts with her hand. Her hair and skin smelled like marijuana from the club air, not to mention the aroma of fucking Paul. She got out of the car and took her shoes off. She did not think she could make it up the stairs after being in stilettos all night. Her top was already hanging off so she just took it off and held it in her hand. She opened the door and stepped in with her head down. “Aisha! Where the hell have you been?!” said a curiously, angry deep voice. Aisha’s heart stopped. It was her husband, Robert. “Why are you dressed like that?” “I went out with some friends and I am really tired so I will see you in the morning”. Aisha headed for the stairs. ‘What is he doing here?’ she thought. Aisha took the stairs two at a time. She tried to move fast to keep him from getting too close and smelling her adventures. Rob grabbed her by the arm and pulled her off the stairwell. “We need to talk NOW”! Aisha stumbled to regain her balance. She looked up and gasped. Standing behind Rob was Paul’s wife.