0 comments/ 55620 views/ 2 favorites Pudgy Ch. 01 By: kontajiss Ch. 01: The Oral Invitation Calls got U frustrated too? DOS6 Hells yeah. Who's this? DMFX Someone who thinks yr ass is fly DOS6 Thanks but I'm still tripping on your identity DMFX Don't trip...shouldn't take U long 2 figure out the letters DOS6 U know who I am DOS6 Debbie DMFX Good, you fingered the pudgy girl DOS 6 What's up besides these calls? DMFX I know I hate it when it gets slammed... nothing much BTW-about the other night in the break room I saw U and Peyton making faces... DOS 6 Wish I knew what you were talking about DMFX The time when Celeste called me a sex fiend DOS6 My bad caught me off guard, that's all. I didn't expect Celeste to put out your business like that! DMFX Long as you weren't making fun of me because of my weight...don't let it fool you...this pudgy girl will give U the best damn blowjob U ever had... DMFX That's a pretty big boast considering you don't know my experiences. Gotta go I got a DMFX "Thanks for calling Serenity Cruise Lines this is Darius Speaking. Good Evening!" His cock shrunk on queue. He read the caller's address from the ID screen: Victoria R. Jackson of 22 Cobble Desert Ln. Detroit, MI 48288... "Good evening my ass." Her tone punctured the line abruptly. "I'm calling because I got back from a cruise line and it was nothing like I expected. The stopovers were too short and the service was lousy. Now, I'm not gonna spend my time going over this with you. Let me speak to your manager, I believe his name is Jeffrey Palling." "I'm sorry m'am, he isn't available." "Have him call me. Make sure you write something up on that screen of yours. It's not like I can get around far. I'm in a wheelchair. Anyways, just have him call me in the morning. Your name again?" "Darius." "Last name?" "I'm the only guy by the name of Darius in our department." "I understand but I'm asking you for your last name." "I'm sorry, m'am, but by company policy I'm not required to give you my last name." "Can I speak to your supervisor? Now my complaint is with your lack of professionalism." "Hold on m'am." He stood up. Looked at the teleprompter for queue calls. Checked the supervisor's line for help. Deborah saw him and popped up from her seat. She needed a supervisor as well but took the occasion to walk by Darius' section. She passed him. Eyed closer while he spoke to his cube mate. Knew they both appeared to be waiting for supervisor calls. For being a pudgy girl she was pretty. They made eye contact. She tilted her head over to the side, circled her neck to release some tension. Shook her light blonde hair and fingered her slightly feathered bangs. Her large hips protruded and swayed with confidence. She was nearly six feet tall and bore no shame in showing her ampleness. Her breasts jiggled half floppy, half thick. No more than a B cup. Debbie boomed much back, at least, twenty handfuls of large spread ass bounced towards ladies room. Half firm. Half pillowed. Her legs shimmered of sun lotion. She wore a pink summer dress made of light fabric that clung between her thighs; she walked around in open-toed sandals and displayed a small toe ring in the shape of a Congo snake. "Now there goes one big bitch." Lacey remarked to Darius from one cube over. "But, I gotta give it to her, she knows how to carry herself!" Darius smiled. He watched Lacey roll back in her swivel chair and prop her lanky legs on top of the desk. Sometimes, her movements jerked and she would pop up, pinch the mouthpiece and secure the phone on mute when she caught the gossiping spirit. Somehow, the imagery of sexing Lacey didn't appeal to him even though she was cute, proportioned nicely with tight curves. She spoke of having inherited sensuality based on her heritage—part Haitian and Puerto Rican. She wasn't doable on this day or on most days where she failed to dress halfway enticing. She sported loose sweat wear and a pair of Timbs, kept her hair undid, as it appeared to fizzle out through the inspiration of electric currents. She continued to yap about the various happenings throughout the call center. Smiled when Debbie returned to her seat. For a moment, Darius wondered if he should fuck the words back into her mouth. Lacey nonchalantly rubbed her belly and fingered her navel. There was no way that she could slurp with Deb's vigor. Her dick sucking abilities were most likely mechanical. Another message popped up. U still there? DOS6 Yes, Mrs. Jackson has me on hold. DMFX U got me there too! What's up? DOS6 I don't know what to think. I guess I'll get back to you when jury comes through... DMFX Well, I'm not going to beg anymore ... tasting your cock is making me wet while I have Mr. Fedger on the line... like I said b4 if u want the best damn blowjob see me...U know where I live... 555-6565. DOS6 Okay, but what makes yours the best? DMFX You'll have to cum by and find out DOS6 Do you swallow? DMFX Do I look like I miss a drop? DOS6 Mrs. Jackson hung up. Another call took its place. Too many of them backed up in the queue. By the time a supervisor answered one call, five more took its place. Darius tortured his rigid cock without friction. This stiffness required squeezing. He asked the next customer to go on hold in order to recompose. Difficult. He envisioned her gobbling every drop as though she had been crawling through the Sahara in search of drink. He saw himself standing above her as she knelt with her pretty, pudgy face peering up at him, replenished by seeds of hydration. Deborah's lewdness exited his mind. Darius had never the experience of an excess female, so the thought overwhelmed him. The should-he-proposition thickened more in curiosity than anything else, stirred in him the yearning. Booty call prospects were in demand. Could be any woman, just as long as it wasn't Debbie, or just as long as she didn't require emotional commitment at ten in the evening. Ala Trinity, she's a forty- something Jamaican housewife. Hubby factor didn't matter. They were Hedonism freaks from the jump. Trinity enjoyed Darius' complexion as it contrasted the Caucasian of her husband Max. The last time Darius fucked her it was wet and accentuated over a speakerphone. Hubby drove the SUV around listening and jacking off in a scarcely parked plaza. He was convinced and reminisced the raw fucking. He knew this needed to happen within the next thirty minutes. He walked his swollenness out by the patio for a breeze. He smiled at the thought of Pudgy. He couldn't stop thinking of the kind of greed she could show his cock. He whipped out his cell phone. He thought of Trinity again. Thought of her light body grinding his cock or the effortless means in which he positioned her. He rang. "Hello!" "Hey Trinity, that was quick!" "Well, hi there stranger. I was hoping it was you. I take it your calling me for a good reason?" "Yes, I'm horny as fuck. Did you just get out of work?" "No, I've been home all day. I have a term paper to work on. I had Max drop off the kids at my sister's place and he should be getting out in the hour. So what of this urge you have? Need to quench?" "Yes. I'll be there in ten minutes." "Ohh, it's like that now?" "I'll repeat my first expressive statement. I'm horny as fuck." "Well, in that case, I'll call Max and give him the heads up." "Alright, see you." "Okay." He ran the story by the call center manager, Shelly, old enough to be his grandmother. She questioned his excuse about stopping by at a pharmacy. She swirled the story around for a minute. Smiled. Then she swallowed it, blue pill and all. He blazed out the building. Made it to Trinity's crib in less than five minutes. Fast. His car curbed up. He looked up where she stood nonchalantly at the threshold of her door in the night breeze. She had a silk-pearl robe on. Darius sprinted. The car keys jingled. He crossed through and followed her in. Doors locked. Curtains closed. She unrobed while they walked half way into the living room. Her slim, dark brown body scented of coconut oil. Shapely toned. He peered at her from where she stood. She moved down and ran her fingers to and unraveled his thickness past the cool metal teeth and jeans. Knelt beneath him. He watched her from his bird's eye view. Smallish breasts. Nipples thick like mocha kisses. She wasn't as attractive as the other women he had come to fuck but she matched the fervor. From where she knelt, he spotted her bush. Her warm mouth retracted his cock. Sucking him softly, drawing tight. For a second, Deborah's face reappeared and ravished his cock. Reality came back. He enjoyed this version, attentive and smooth. Trinity sucked cock with splendor. She stopped. "Let's go upstairs to the canopy bed." She grabbed his hand. Darius left his clothes behind. Shook his Mandingo ass up the stairs. He followed her bouncing ass all the way up. He'd been in her room before, played Tarzan to her African motif. Two savages. Same flesh. She took to her back immediately. Darius descended onto her body. Missionary. Gave his perverse smile. He pulled her body close and felt the involuntary guide of his cock piercing the soft lining of her pussy. He admired the darkest tones of her folds. He slid into her wetness and watched her eyes roll back. She was tight. He could barely make out her smallish labia since it had more hair than a barbershop floor. She bucked beneath him, adjusting herself to his length. His strokes were deep. He beat her pussy into exclamations of white foam. His thrusts released frustrations. "Fuck me Darius! Good!" Her screams affirmed his boiling point. Each thrust frustratingly bouncing over slapping thighs, triggering light spasms. He urged to empty himself. Soon. Just a few strokes more. That was it. Her pussy drew eruption. "Ohhh my God!" Trinity shrieked into a quick orgasm. Darius could take no more. He sped up his delivery. Faster. Harder thrusts. No signs of relenting. He dug his nails deep beneath her ass and aggressively scooped it. She was close to him and light enough to manipulate. Easy to bounce and maintain speed. "I'm about to cum!" He screams. "That's right just fill me, fill me!" "Fuck just suck it all up with your pussy...like that...like that." He quivered into crescendo. Jumped when he heard the phone ring and almost vibrate off of the dresser. Trinity stretched her left arm over to pick up and answer. Darius still trembled on top. Still inside. She secured the phone with her shoulder and stroked the back of his head with her right hand. She spoke. Hi sweety...uhh-huhhh...okay...no problem...bye. "That was my husband." She moved beneath. "He and the kids are ten minutes away." "Fuck, I'm out of here." Darius moved from atop. Scrambled to the bathroom to wash his hands. He threw his shirt, jean and shoes onto his body. He kissed her cheeks and ghosted down the flight of stairs. The mix of sex reeked on his skin and clothes. "Alright, I'm out!" "Will you hold on?" "Gotta go! I don't want the kids—" "Wait, I'll be down the stairs in a moment." She came down the stairs, wearing her robe again. "This is for you but be careful." She handed him a small jewelry box. "What's this?" Darius inquired. He sniffed once and smiled. "Compliments of Jamaica. I've been told this is some lethal stuff, very powerful. Max said you should smoke it in a pipe. It would also help you to have a strong deodorizer." "Thank you! I'm outtie!" "Well call me again when you feel the same horny urge coming through. I enjoyed it. Maybe next time you can..." "I guess... we'll see. Thank you much for the present and for answering the call. Let me get moving." Trinity kissed Max on the lips lightly. He knew what she wanted him to do for their next meeting. However, cunnilingus was a ritual for the women he loved; besides, she'd yet to swallow for him. He thought of Trinity's cock sucking abilities. Passive. He made mental notes and leaned towards a future visit with Pudgy. He returned to the building. Logged on for the next half hour. Peered at his screen and read his message. Where are you? DOS6 I hope you're somewhere having fun DOS6 Who knows...your probably having sex DOS6 Did I do that? DOS6 Yes...I just got back-I plead...still marinating though. I'll have to hit you up. DMFX Yes...you should...I would put money that she didn't suck your cock as good as I could have DOS6 To be continued... Pudgy Ch. 02 Chapter 2: Double Consumption During the last chapter, Darius reeled the torturous visuals of his pudgy co-worker, Deb, lavishing his cock. The flirty e-mails and ravenous looks she shot had him. His denials became obvious as he sought the offices of a Jamaican housewife. He diverted his crave. Though he had not admitted it, Pudgy weighted him. Twenty-four hours later... Darius seeks sly approval from a best friend and co-worker. During the usual Thursday night hangouts, comprised of six packs and herbal remedies. "Hmmm, what up?" Peyton answered the door, shirtless and half asleep. "What's up man, wake up! You gonna love me, brah!" Darius energetically smiles. Walks through, fingering the inside pocket of his jacket. "Got us a lil' summin', summin'. "Well, you know what to do." "Alright," Darius walked over to the kitchen with Peyton behind him. "Where did you get this?" Peyton scratched his bald dome while Darius drew out a smallish sack from the gold jewelry box. Pinched out small segments of leafy, mint-green buds onto the kitchen table. "Jamaican lady." "Do I know her? Don't matter, I got just the beast." "Cool, cuz I haven't smoked yet?" Peyton returned seconds later carrying a large wooden box. He proceeded to slide the top lid out. "This Jamaican lady. She the one who wants us to double up on her?" "Yup!" "Not sure I'm feeling it, brah. Too weird." "Okay? She's been asking me to ménage for almost a year. I can't get with her and hubby. He just freaks me the fuck out. And, I do not want to fuck this woman while her husband and kids are at home. " "Tell you what, if the smoke is good, we'll do this. We'll fill her up with dick. Maybe she'll bless us with more herbals...shit better be good, though." "I don't know how you developed a conscious but you better smoke it out of you fast. You're beginning to frighten my ass." Peyton removed the purple glass bong. The contraption stood nearly two ft. tall. It bore the sculpted replica of a black snake that curled from bottom to neck. "Now that's beauty." Darius smiled as he handled the instrument, packed a fresh bowl and was ready to give birth to a blaze when Peyton's cell phone rang. "Hold up, D. I need to get this." Peyton removed himself to the next room. He came back two minutes later. "Alright, my bad, D. You never guess who just beeped through." "Who?" "Was talking to Celeste, then Debbie from work got on the line." "Okay, and..." Darius lit the bowl and drew in its fill. Smoke leaked from the corners of his mouth. "She's dying to get some herb." He blows the smoke out in spurts. The suppression of the remaining fill affected his chords. "Deb?" "Yeah, fool. The fuck you think I'm talking about?" "And, you're telling me this because..." "Because, I'ma hit that." Peyton receives Draggo. Blazes up. Mimics the smoke-talk as though it were laced with helium. "You know I like em heavy. And, I know her appetite for dark dick." Darius laughs. "Yo check this...the other night at work we kept emailing each other. Long story short, she propositioned to suck my cock. I wasn't sure about getting with her so I made my booty rounds over to Trinity's spot." "Jamaican lady?" "Yeah." "Means we..." "Owe Deb." "Bro," Peyton coughs up penned up smoke. "That's some freaked out, ironic shit. Here, this shit's starting to blind my ass." "Told you it was on the strength." "My man, cappuccino! You ready for big woman?" "Told you to stop calling me that...and, I don't know" "Better be cuz I told her we might drop by with a little something later on." "She's there with Celeste?" "Yeah" "Mmmm...I don't know bro, what do you have in mind?" "Yo, Darius, just stop being tense. Let's just let the night lead us to whatever happens. Here...smoke this up a little bit...you need to." Darius grabbed Draggo for another swat of smoke. "Already feeling it... I'm for whatever but just don't try to pair me off. I mean, she's got good looks but all I want is for her to suck me dry." "Do that and more, she'll suck the black off both our dicks. Yours would be a short slurp. She knows best than to take my Big Gulp here for granted." They fall into laughter, unfold obscurity and then shift reality into darkness. Passed out on the couch. Two hours later. Peyton's cell phone rings again, on an adjacent toss pillow, inches away from Darius ear. Instinctively he answers, mumbling. "What's good?" "Hey, it's like two in the morning and you guys should've been here by now." "Who's this?" "Debbie. Is that you Darius?" "Yeah. My bad. Can't believe this shit...we passed the fuck out." "Well, can you guys make it, please, please, please?" "I don't know. Let me wake Peyton up." "Okay, he did tell you what I was looking for right?" "I got you." "Hope so." "I'll get him up right away! What does it take, like, twenty minutes?" "Not even. Jump on the turnpike. I'm right off of Admiral Young Freeway. " "I know the street. We'll be there." "It's just me though. Celeste left a while ago. Tell Peyton he blew his chance." "I'll let him know that. See you." "Hurry up." He hung up the phone, eyed the alarm clock. HBO was still running the Real Sex marathon. "Peyton!" He shook him up. "Huhhhh???" "We need to go over to Deb's crib." "I'm sleep...not going." Peyton withdrew all senses by the television's glow. The depiction of swinging couples streaked images he was unaware of. Darius turned off the tube and left him there running his dream picture show. He reeled the reality of real sex. Alone. Convinced and elated to have Deb devour his cock and luscious smoke in the same fervor. Nothing would change him. Miles later, Darius pulled up to her apartment. Tapped the second screen door gently. She came to the door in an oversized, pink T-shirt, cradling a drink of rum & coke in her right hand. No make up. Still pretty in her own right. She let him in. "Hi!" "Hey what's up?" He followed the sounds of her flip-flops into the house, pitch black, save for the television's glow. "Nothing much, but you look how I should be feeling. Come in... Can I get you anything?" She proceeded to light a few candles. "Papers." "Sorry, what about a small pipe?" "Better." "I'll get it. Be back." Darius watched her ass move into the corner bedroom. He paced between the set of sectional sofas. "This is all I could find." She came back holding a small ceramic pipe with intricate colored swirls. "It's okay. You don't need much. Got any new screens?" "No. I don't smoke all that often. This has been sitting in my closet for three months." "Alright, let me see your lighter." Darius removes the screen to burn the blackness into ashen gray. He reached into his shirt pocket to remove his cubed bud, once wrapped in Saran. He pulls the soft fibers apart and packs the bowl. "Your hit first." He hands the pipe over. "Thank you." She retrieves and draws the flame into a cherry. Smoke curls and ascends. "That's it, hit it good." He smiled. His cock stiffened as he watched her drop back into the sofa chair. Lungs tired. Her plump thighs more exposed. She passed. He took a brief hit, passed it back and let her finish off the rest. They lied there in stillness watching South Park. He rubbed the tip flesh of his cock. It ached. He gazed at her and without warning his vocals rose. He voiced his testosterone. "Ready to suck me off?" She nodded yes. Dropped to all fours. His nervousness dissipated with most of his tactical senses. She crawled a few inches around to face him on her knees. He unzipped. Cut her at the seam. He felt the brevity of cool air, waiting seconds before her lips touched his engorged cock, hungrily. She engulfed him; popped out, stared at the glimmer her salivary coating produced and submerged her mouth again, fully down her throat. He thrust his hips to adjust the length of himself, immersed and sucked deep into her oral cavern. She restricted her cheeks and manipulated suction, ravenously sweet. "Dayum, you are no joke." She responded by caressing his legs. Darius sped up his strokes in double time, feeling his cock slide easily down her throat. She captured all seven plus inches of him to where she couldn't breathe. She let up for the first time, dripping from her mouth in search of air. Salivary trails and globs coated his sack. She got right back. Sank her mouth low and offered her throat again. Slippery. She bobbed her head greedily, sensing the pulses would lead to good bursting. Her slurps echoed. "Just keep sucking I want to give you all you need to swallow and more." He pressed her head down and felt the involuntary spasms turned into streams. Each wave shot thick. He felt, at least, five emissions worth of brewed liquor. She paused for a second to collect its richness in her mouth. She took in every drop without it ever reaching her tongue. It was deep into her throat passage, clear shot into her belly. He filled her up, but she never stopped. She continued to suck, letting his cock feel the inside of her mouth, still restricting. She started her strokes and went down to the balls. She removed him briefly. "Darius let me lick your asshole. Can I please do it?" She tongued the perimeters. "I can't get with that." He persuaded her head away. "Promise me you'll at least think about it and I'll make you cum again quick." She eyed him and went back to slurping soft at first, taking into consideration the sensitivity his cock needed to adjust through. "Damn, I just love the way you suck without abandonment. Look at you. You're working up a little sweat. Take off your shirt...that's it. Now shove your fingers inside your pussy." 'MMMmmmm." She worked beneath the confines of her panties. The lighting was bare. She slid in and out of her wetness. Her pussy writhed. Her body followed. She never missed a beat with her other hand. She ran her index finger quickly over his anus. Her mouth still worked his cock greedily. Darius stabbed the back of her throat for distraction. She removed her mouth and began to jack him off with lightness of wrists. She placed her tongue and flickered over the top of his head. Time evaporated. She squeezed his purple flushness. Smacked the fat of her tongue over his mushroom. She wanted to suck more. Lap whatever was left. She wanted to dry him of all his contents. "Fuck, just drink it!" Darius screamed, not being able to withstand the pleasurable torture she repeated. He felt the spasms return. He shot a stream, which leapt into her mouth. She guided the head so that the ensuing spurts pooled inside. She curled back her tongue and took his hot squirts. Again she swallowed. Licked his cock like a Sugar Daddy pop. "You missed a spot." "Where?" She looked at him smiling. Her face reddened with sweat. She kept jerking his cock, softly. "Right here on my thigh." She lapped it up quickly and continued sucking to ensure nothing else was missed. Darius had to remove her or else she would've attempted a third try. It was that damn good. He finally got up. Legs shaken. "I'd like to thank you but I don't want it to come off like I think you're whorish." "Don't worry about it. I was a good slut. She remained splayed out on the rug, still finger fucking her self. "Can you do me a favor and just hand me my drink? I left it on the counter." "I'll do better. I'll refresh it." "Shame Peyton couldn't make it. I was hoping to do both of you guys." "The fuck you would?" "Try me. You get Peyton over here and see what I'll do. Make no mistake about it, I know you just love for me to swallow but I have needs...and so does my pussy. He's more than man for the job. No offense. Can you pack me another bowl?" "Sure." Darius smiled, relocating his breath. "You can sleep out on the sofa or something. I wouldn't mind having you again for breakfast." "I'm good. I'll be heading back." He rose on one elbow, slightly off the couch. "Well was it?" "Was it what?" "The best damn blowjob you ever had?" "It's up there!" He dismisses himself into the bathroom to wash up. "Stick around!" She shouts. "I'm good. I'll get back to my crib." His acoustical voice changes. "Pour a drink. Just keep me company for a few minutes then you can leave. We don't ever talk. Tell me something about you." "It's 4:30 in the morning. I gotta bounce." He smiles, watching her pack another bowl from his tiny sack. She pulls the pipe into her mouth and draws. "And about Peyton, see if you can make it happen. And, yes, I'll swallow all night long." "You are certainly ferocious." "Could be...just make it happen." Her eyes barely open to assure him. He changes his mind for the moment and receives the pipe. They smoke together on the sofa. He notes the weight of her sink compared to his. He rubs his freshly sucked cock. Deb moves her hand over the ridge of his belly. Her long nails tickle his upright shaft. She blows a pin of teased air to alert his cock once more. "So Darius," she smiles up at him, "what's your sex life been like?" To be continued... Pudgy Ch. 03 Triple Take ***From The Chronicles of Darius Flesher Author's notes: 4:30am: Debbie (Pudgy) continues her slurping assault on Darius' cock. Though she downed him twice, the ravenous fill of his cum juices works her belly into another crave. Teasingly, she comes up for air but only to query of his past, sexual experiences. An aphrodisiacal exchange of words, foreplay & herbal indulgence ensues. And, on this early Tuesday morning, she will not let him go; at least, until she's proven herself to be… the best damn blowjob he's ever had. * "Okay, so why do you want to know about my sex life?" Darius rambled, half-coherent. She spat the swollenness out of her mouth, ignoring his question altogether. "Why did you leave early that night?" "What...that night? Darius winced at the coolness of air. "Yeah, you fucked. I want to know about it. Tell me, that is, if you want me to start sucking you again." She beamed up, poised between his legs and watched him clutch his cock frustratingly. A brevity of pity inspired, so she deep-throated him again. "Mmm, oh, it feels so good to have this again…ohh, you're so deep!" He quivered favorably. She pulled up, abruptly. Renegade saliva streaks leaked from the corners of her mouth, down past her chin. "You fucked." She wiped the stickiness off with her top wrist. "How do you know I fucked?" His brows joined, wrinkled. "Just a freaky intuition." She smiled. Her eyes shared his qualitative ease. They stared at one another for a few moments in silence before the maniacal roll of laughter started. "Ohhh wow," she coughed, dryly. "You a'ight?" "Yeah, I just…neddd..drk…drk…" She downed her drink, tossed translucent cubes in her mouth before crunching them down to water, mechanically. "What's her name?" She regained her breath. "Jamaican lady." He relented. "Okay, did she suck your cock this good?" "NO!" He guided her cool mouth onto his cock. "MMMFFFFF…" She muffled. Still. "Please don't stop! I know you want to hear some more… Jamaican lady…okay, uhhhmmm…it was good…she can fuck." He rattled off like a gamed contestant. "It was sweaty, very physical like a black on black edition of Tarzan and Jane. She got this husband that's all into it and wants to do a 3-way that I'm so not feeling…" "Is that so? Well, maybe I'm not feeling this anymore." Defiance squeaked through her slit eyes. He positioned against such foolishness and eased himself back into her mouth. "Okay! I know you want me to…" She mouthed briefly and then spat his dick out again. "Of course I want you to! This makes me very fucking horny. Do you not understand how horny this makes me, Darius?" Her thickness fell in dim light. He could make out the silhouette of her pudgy belly as she wafted to him. The scent of her filled the entire living room. "Do it…can you do it for me?" She jerked him gently. "I dunno." He circled his hips. She licked his shaft vertically. "C'mon! All you have to do is fuck that Jamaican mama while she's sucking her husband's dick. What's so hard about that? But, here's the catch…" "What's that?" "She doesn't swallow for you!" "Why don't I— "Because your drink belongs to me!" "Yeah…" Darius caressed her shoulder. "And because you should be reaming her Jamaican pussy from the back while she sucks her hubby off. Make sure she chokes on his cum. I want you to pull her hair back and make sure it slides down her throat. Can you do that Darius?" "That's mildly sadistic, but, yes!" "Remember. Only I get to have your cum." Deb moved, flickered her tongue down to his testicles. She lapped a mix of warm saliva. Licked his scrotum gently. Suckled each ball, skillfully. She manipulated her pudgy fingers and played with his sensitivity. She stroked the pace up, sounding flesh. "Anyone ever swallowed for you like this?" She then engulfed him whole. "Couple of times…but it was never like this…" She resurfaced and spat out. "What?" "Said…NEVER LIKE THIS!!!" "Better believe it!" "Ever have a three way before?" "NO!" "You sound frustrated what's wrong?" "Nothing, I'm saying. I'm just adjusting to the idea." He laughed. "You just think you got it like that?" "Yeah, of course I do!" She eyed him with feel-good intent. She worked her digits into some deep pussy plunges. "And after your done fucking her you can come right back here and I will suck you off while Peyton fucks my pussy hard from behind. How's that?" "That sounds too good!" "Hear me finger fucking this pussy? Huh, Darius. It's so good…it's AAHHHHHH!!!!!" Her orgasmic walls ushered a rampant dam to disperse. She trickled. He felt her essence splash droplets that landed on a few of his toes. Though her body loosened, his cock remained still immersed down her throat. "Alright, whatever you want!" He conceded to her mouth. "Whatever you want!" She pulled up slowly, breathing heavily and sensing his spasms, rhythmically. She placed the head of his cock up against her fat tongue. She tasted his pre-cum. She jerked lightly and then switched to churning her wrists, grinding his dick like a black pepper shaker. She intermittently sucked and flickered until she saw telltale signs in beaded spurts. She marveled at the sight of his elevated jizz, bubbling and pooling from atop. "FUCK!!!!!" Darius bucked. "Shhhh…." She curled, wrinkled her lips into an "O." Slurped up his pearly offerings. Consumed this third fill of him. Though small in dosage she kept smacking her tongue in her mouth like she had just downed drops of lemon head cream. "Alright, I'm good. I need to get my jeans on." Darius blurted out. "Damn, your going so fast. She collapsed with her back flush against the rug. The candles flickered a show of her pubic-brown tuft. Her breasts flopped back towards her armpits. She lied there pudgy, proud of her body and sex. Proud of the pleasure she brought to Darius. The ceiling fan re-circulated warm air as Darius hobbled into his pair of Levis. He scooped the cell phone, keys and whatever left of his integrity. He was out the door. Stoned and seeded. Forgot how he got back to his crib. Forgot he left his belt, bottled water, and a few pipe-full of herbals behind. Forgot he left his jeans bungled to the knees when he passed out on his bed. Forgot how he made it to the apartment, but he did not forget the sucking Pudgy gave him or how it left him in the state of satiated bliss. He woke up at seven that night. Cottony mouth. He grabbed a drink of water and checked the alarm clock, blinking, cutting into the dark. He checked his phone mail. * Message One: 12:30 p.m. "What up, Darius? Check this…no word of a lie, I just fucked Lacey. I know its some crazy shit but we was just hanging out during lunch break, smoking a blunt in her car, and, how about your girl just turned around and tongued me. Yo, we were going at it and I just pulled her to my lap, slid up her black skirt and stuck her. Ohh yeah, the next thing you know, we got freaky and took it outside. She just popped that coochie out and let me hit it from the back. Yo, I tore that caramel pussy up! Even got to dump my nut in her. No jacket! Yo, I gotsta go. Hit me up when you get in. By the way, homie, Debbie told me all about what happened last night. My man, Cappuccino… I'm outtie…peace… probably gonna get fired though…" Beep! * Message Two: 3:30… "Hi Darius, it's Deb. I hope you don't mind me calling you. I got your number from Peyton, and, speaking of Peyton, we had a good talk today. I guess it made him horny because I just found out he and Lacey got fired for having sex in the parking lot. Not too bright. I mean, what were they thinking…in broad daylight? Anyways, now I want to fuck him bad for two reasons. Number one: I hate Lacey. She has a big fucking mouth. Number two: If he has the balls to fuck out in the open like that, can you imagine what he would do in the bedroom? I can, that's why I planned it so that we can all get together Friday night after work. It's two days away and I'm feeling tortured. I just thought I'd share that with you. See you tomorrow at work. Bye!" Beep! * Message Three: 7:24pm "Hey there stranger, it's me, Trinity, just wanted to say hello. I also want to let you know that you left a little souvenir back at the apartment. Your check card fell out and was found by Max. If you'd like to stop by tomorrow afternoon, I'll have it for you." "So have a good evening, sweetie!" Beep! * After listening to his voice mail, Darius sunk into momentary numbness. He had yet to sort out the overwhelming stimulus his mind, body and cock endured, let alone the three messages calling for his involvement. He opted for leftover Chow Mein, the crook and comforts of his lazy-boy chair and the insatiable fill of ESPN highlights. The remote wedged somewhere beneath the leather confines; however, he hadn't the required energy to dig. He tried Peyton's crib several times. No answer. He fell asleep shortly before midnight. * As he pulled into the employees' lot on that Wednesday afternoon, it felt as though Darius crossed into a military zone. Security swam through the perimeters abundantly, as the electricians worked on installing coded locks for the gate's entryway. Every vehicle was suspect. While parking, Darius felt a pair of large eyes molesting his Lincoln Caddy. As he exited his car, Debbie pulled up beside him and lowered the passenger's window. "Hey!" She leaned over, eyeing him from beneath her black-bug shades. "Hey, what's up?" "Nothing much. The fuck is going on in here?" He came closer. "Heat! Word got back to the corporate offices about last night. Management came in this morning and fired last night's security crew." "What all four of them?" "Yeah." She laughs. "Well c'mon, Lacey came strolling in here yelling at everyone. She walked past, like, three security guys and chewed out three supervisors, including Merita. Not once did anyone from security approach or escort her out. They missed the whole thing, including responding to the call on time." "I can see why, but, yeah, that's Lacey. Bona fide Ghetto!" "Too much…and, now we have new guys hired by Rent-A-Cops "R" Us" Darius laughs. "Okay? I got one of them staring a hole right through us." "Anyways, let me get moving ‘for they say something. They got me busy up in there. I'm multi-tasking up to my ass and lucky enough to get a break. They got me training new-hires and doing sales at the same time. Good thing I'm up to quota. I'm heading over to Subways. Want anything?" "No, I'm straight. New hires? These folks waist no time." "Yeah, wait til you meet this new girl I'm sitting with. I spent about two hours with her so far and I can tell you she is definitely freaky, but mind yourself. Speaking of which, how are you holding up today?" She smiles. "I'm okay." "Did you get in touch with Peyton?" "No, but I'll talk to you later. I got some leads that I have to work on. I'm trying to get out of the building myself." "Ohh yeah, where you going?" "Don't worry about it. I just left something over at a friend's place, let's say." "Jamaican?" "Yes." "Darius, you know what you promised." "I don't remember making that kind of a promise. Don't look now. Here comes deputy dawg." "Darius, how are you gonna be like that?" "I'll talk to you later." "You better!" She then drove off. Seconds after departure, security slim approaches Darius. He stood roughly six feet tall and in militant posture. "Hey man," he intoned in a rich southern accent, "Just to let you know, folks and bosses around this here way are not big on parking lot interactions. I'm just doing my job. It's my first day, but you look like you's a bright guy. Just work with me here, ohh-kay?" "A'ight, you look like you got a family to feed. I can hear that. Let me get in the building. Keep up the good work, though." Darius smiled at him facetiously. Immediately, as he crossed through the double work doors, it was as though he trekked into a foreign region. The call center was near hush, save for phone conversations. The queue was reduced to meet the volume of employees. He noted many empty desks. He settled into his cube and worked the leads. Never looked up to what was going on around him. He missed Lacey's presence, as she use to sit right beside him. Often, he reflected on the requisite drama that enabled his day to course nicely. However, the workplace circulated limited gossip on this Wednesday afternoon. He worked his four leads into sales and departed through the break doors. It was time to visit Trinity again. * Somewhere in the back of his mind, Darius tossed about an appetite for a power fuck. He'd only twenty some odd minutes to burn. Five minutes of which he used to speed his ass over to Trinity's crib. When he arrived, he wrapped at the door lightly. Twice. The way it flew open startled him. Darius expected Trinity to answer. Instead, a tall blonde gentleman, donned in a three piece, black-satin suit, greeted him. "Come in, Darius. Glad we could finally meet." The Nordic giant extended, smiled. "Max?" He shook, expressing awkwardness. "That's right. Good to finally meet you Darius." "Same here. I just stopped by to pick up something I left behind." "Yes, yes, come in. I left it for you on top of the counter." "Thanks." He walked over to grab the card. "By the way, how was it the last time?" "Ummm, last time?" "Yeah, you know, the last time you got to fuck my wife." "Ummm…yeah," Darius nervously spilt, "it, it was good." "Good? I do happen to know that my wife's pussy is exceptional. It's wet, pungent and delectable. Good? That's how you would describe a visit in a sex booth with a box of tissues and lotion." He laughs, "Okay…it's the bomb-ass chocolate soufflé!" "Hey there," Trinity boomed from the top of the staircase, "are you giving our host a hard time?" "Not at all. We were just having a fine discussion on matters of taste. Right Darius?" "Ummm, yeah," he intoned. "Matters of taste. Sounds good to me." She descended the staircase adorned in a lilac see-through negligee. "Ready for some fucking, Darius?" He smiled. "Ummm…yeah! I think I am!" He returned. "Well, let's get the festivities underway. Trin baby, you ready to hurt ‘em?" Said Max. "Sure am!" She dropped her negligee upon queue, somewhere in the vicinity of Darius' tongue. The light of a nearby chandelier accentuated her brown body sheen, fully regaled. Max unzipped his slacks, pulled himself forward and jerked his cock gingerly. He eyed Trinity, now seated at the bottom of the stairs with her legs spread open. She began circling her clitoris. "Do you want to be a sweetheart Darius?" Trinity smiled. "Yes." "Could you please close the front door? I don't think the neighbors are quite ready to see this…Max, I need you to come taste me." "Sure!" Darius took several steps back, diagonally. He watched Max obligingly taking his presence between her legs. He kept his eyes on Trinity's bucking hips, while her husband's face centered at her sex. Darius closed the door behind him and began to scribe the pages of his very first threesome. * Getting back to work was difficult, especially when the shift supervisor, Merita awaited his passage through the double-glass doors. She rubbed her temple and walked with the evidence of stress working her body like a hot iron press. She fingered her gray hairs, anxiously. "I've been waiting for you to get back. Could I please see you in my office, sir?" "Yes, Ms. Merita," Darius followed her inside and took the chair closest to her desk. "Mr. Flesher. Do you know, as a business the sort of embarrassment I've gone through? Yes, today we made good on sales, but that's mainly attributed to the collective amount of fear the corporate offices inspired. Try to imagine what I'm feeling, just have some semblance of consideration. I had to let two of my top salespeople go for a lewd conduct that occurred on my shift. Are you with me so far? "Yeah…well, sort of." "Sort of doesn't measure right. I love you like a son, but if you come back here late and smelling like catfish again, you're fired. Say nothing at all and I'll respect you the more for it." "Gotcha. I'm gonna head back right about now!" Darius rose from his seat and nipped the edge of Merita's desk with his upper thigh. "Good idea! Bye!" She returned to rubbing the veins on her forehead. He back-peddled out the office, smiling deep to himself. He arrived at his seat and read the pop-up on his screen: 4:45 pm- I'm so happy yr back…please tell me DOS6 4:46 pm- I can't dwell on it too much—I think we're being watched—sides I just got chewed I'll talk to you later DMFX 6:58 pm Got two more sales…I can talk now. It was okaya lil' weird. He kept his suit on the entire time. I watched him eat her pussy out on the stairs like homeboy was drilling for liquid gold with his tongue. He had a bigger cock least eight inches long. I watched her suck his dick but she couldn't take it deep he has a big dick and she has a small mouth…sorry I'm a bit nervous cuz Merita's walking around again all I need is for her to read this shit. DMFX 7:00pm The fuck you care about what some fifty something supervisor thinks…she can use a good fucking herself…I got like nine sales today…she needs to relax…tell me more… She just walked into the conference room for a call…go ahead DOS6 I pounded her from the back while she choked on Max's dick. I heard him calling to her like he wanted to cum. I did like you wanted me to. I pulled her hair back and demanded she swallowed him but she just spit it all out. DMFX She didn't swallow… right? DOS6 Nope, I shot up inside her pussy…missionary on the stairs. DMFX How long did you fuck? DOS6 I don't know…fifteen, maybe twenty minutes the most… DMFX See, was that so bad? Guess what… I just submitted my final sales lead. You know hit ten and go home for the shift. I had like two hours to go anyways. Talk to you tomorrow. You know you made me so horny and don't forget about Friday nithg DOS6 * It was Friday night. Two days later. No word from Pudgy just yet. For the past two days she missed her shifts. Peyton remained a mystery. Darius started making preparations for the usual Friday night at Bahama Breeze. Around 11:30pm: "Thanks for calling Serenity cruise lines, Darius..." "Darius, we're waiting for you." "Is this—" "Yes, it's me, Deb." Her bedroom voice was on low. "Guess who I'm feeling right now?" "Yo…this shit's nuts. We could be monitored. They just installed a new system tonight. I could get fired!" "Fuck Merita. She should come on over and watch us too!" Deb spoke. "Don't tell me Peyton's there already." "He sure is…all nine inches of him and we've been fucking for such a long time… so are you coming or what?" "Yeah, I didn't think…I just need to submit the last of the leads and I'm there." "Me too...OOOOOHHHHH…" She moaned out. * The door was already open when he found them buck naked and stuck to one another. The dim lit room hid their bodies well but did nothing to compromise the stench of fuck, stronger than cat stench and cigarette smoke. He was inside her, all the way. Darius circled and took the sofa chair closest to their right. He watched as Peyton pressed her thickness from behind. Her pussy felt all the brunt of his drilling motion, as she was poised slightly arched, standing. Her hands slapped flush against the walls. Pudgy Ch. 03 He made her slip out of her senses, trembling in erratic response to his cock poundage. Her coordination faded. Tried to hold herself steady, but inadvertently, she swiped the plaque off the wall. "YOU LIKE THIS BLACK COCK, DON'T YOU? You know nothing is finer than this deep-dick niner!" Peyton panted, plowed and then moved Deb onto the couch. They knelt doggy-style. "TAKE THIS PUSSY!" Her delirium rose. "Yeah, you gonna give me that soon." He snuck a thumb inside her anus. "Yeah, I'ma tap that ass real soon." "It's yours…ALL YOURS!" "Yeah, I'ma be in this pussy for awhile." "You know I'm gonna give it to you!" Pudgy responded. "Why?" Peyton slammed his fat cock deep. "Because my pussy and ass are yours for the pounding!" "That's right! You fucking whore!" His thrusts inspired flapping sounds coming from her fat pussy folds. Her belly jiggled. Darius eased back on the sofa chair, removed a blunt roach from his shirt pocket and ignited it. The pungent scent of ganja wafted over to Peyton on the couch. He drew in two hits and reached over for the bottle of Hennessy that rested on a nearby TV tray. He took a shot of the bronze liquid and passed the smoke. Peyton was immersed inside of her. His entire pelvic region was covered in wetness, though he never let up his thrusts. Kept his left hand spread apart, save for his thumb, which was still embedded in her second hole. He deftly snatched the roach from Darius and drew in his tokes. "Jamaican?" "Yeah, yo, this is more lethal than the last one, careful brah!" Darius spoke. "I want some!" Debbie's right arm shot up. Her fingers motioned for the roach. She moved her neck around and took in the fumes. "Nah, I'll break you off some shotgun." Peyton sucked in, held the herb in his cheeks and then released the smoky kiss into her mouth. "Come here." She curled a finger over to Darius after she adjusted to the hit. "I want to swallow you again!" It took a matter of seconds for Darius to comply. He received the roach from Peyton, walked over to the back of the couch where Pudgy's face awaited. "Ohhhh, baby, ohhhh that pussy feels like velvet. How you gonna make me come again inside of you?" "I NEED YOU TO DO IT AGAIN, PLEASE. FILL ME!" Deb squeezed Darius' cock in an effort to not succumb to the distraction. "AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!" Peyton's movements shook the couch. Pudgy's body reverberated in response. "That's it baby, squeeze every last bit of your cum inside me." She pushed her ample ass against him, feeling the last of his squirting seeds. His cock gave a few dry heaves before it shrunk into obscurity, which she managed to hold in by utilizing her vaginal muscles. Darius' rigidity paused before her lips. She mouthed him. "Mmmmmm." She responded to the tastes of him. Darius blew a cloud of ganja smoke that compromised his bird's eye view. "Oooohhhhhh." She sounded surprised, as Peyton grew again. He flipped her over so that she would face away from him, seated in the reverse cowgirl position. Darius adjusted his pose. He walked around to face her mouth again. Peyton kept a lock guard on the roach, growing smaller. He doubled up his speed, pummeling her pussy. Pudgy lost the wherewithal. Her moans reverberated off Darius' cock. No longer could she hold him in. Not with the likes of Peyton working her pussy's umpteenth orgasm. "OPEN YOUR MOUTH!" He succumbed. She complied as he squirted his sac full of cum inside. She gulped. The second wave speckled her bottom lip and landed on her chin, slipping down to her half-floppy breasts. She fingered a dollop back into her mouth and swallowed again. Darius released a lengthy breath, sensing the chemistry between Peyton and Pudgy was too much for his company. He left them with the remaining roach, scooped his gear and proceeded out the door. Somewhere in the dark, Darius let out a loud, "FUCK!" His bellowed reaction went unnoticed by the passionate fucking duo. It wasn't until he reached down to retrieve the object that he noticed a nail had pierced the sole of his foot. It was the same nail that once supported the wooden plaque that was knocked off the wall where Peyton fucked Pudgy from behind. He picked up the plaque and placed it onto an end table, right beside a burning candle. Under the dim light, he couldn't help but to read the text: In Recognition of Outstanding Customer Service. He laughed himself out the door. * Again, no word from Peyton or Deb, and, this time, the absence lasted for over two weeks. The rumor mill moved slow without Lacey but the word still got around that the two were shacked up somewhere out of state. Though he never admitted it, he missed Lacey. It was just too bad that she fucked Peyton and herself out of a good paying job. He missed Pudgy as well, but business had to go on. Merita reminded him of such on a Thursday. "Good morning, Darius." She startled him with her announcement. "I'd like for you to meet your new neighbor, Avanyah." "Morning." Darius arose from his swivel chair. He reeled in this African-American sistah that stood slightly over five inches tall. He took in the brief sight of her 36 plus racks. She looked reserved but FREAKY. He knew it then. "Nice meeting you." She smiled, reserved in a quaint, open-breast red sweater. She had on reading glasses and flexible jeans. "Darius, she'll be sitting in and monitoring calls for the first week. I take it you have an extra headset?" "Yes, I do. Welcome aboard." "See that, I told you he was so proficient, and, a gentleman scholar as well. Okay Avanyah, I guess I'll leave you in Darius' care. Trust that you are now placed in exceptional hands. Holla, if you need anything else. Darius is your man." "Thanks Merita." Avanyah's gaze was stuck on Darius. "A pleasure, most definitely!" He smiled, extending his self. *