1 comments/ 6283 views/ 0 favorites Breaking the Norm Ch. 01 By: yblack5 Ch.1 Workout to Remember It was a Tuesday morning and I was back to the daily hustle and bustle of the everyday grind. Perhaps it sucked that much more after having just returning from the sunny Caribbean, fresh off of my first cruise. (Sighs) I am already missing the fine sand between my toes, yet here I am stuck in traffic 30 minutes into a 75 minute commute to my first call of the day. Here I am 23 years old and had been working as a computer technician for about 2 years out of trade school. I am a cable guy so to speak, although nothing like that crazy ass movie. As a side hustle I managed personal networks, web page design, and doing repairs that kind of stuff. I grew up in the city life so we always have to keep a side hustle. I have to say I am doing pretty well for myself, being that I haven't even eclipsed that black man statistical age of 25. I am what you call an active person, I love sports... spectating and playing. I have a membership at my local LA Fitness where my visits are almost daily. If I am not hitting the weights, then for sure I'm playing basketball. I am a typical guy, at least that what I like to think. Better yet that's what I thought until my life was flipped upside down, but we shall get there. I am about 5'11'' and a solid 200 lbs of chiseled muscle. I always keep a low cut with waves that will get you sea sick if you gander too long. As for my love life?????? Hmmm well let's just say I'm not a horse that tends to graze in the same pasture for an extended period of time. Hey call me a player or womanizer if you will, but not a woman I've been with can say anything bad about me. Being the avid occupant of the gym that I was, let's just say I've had share of women. I had mastered what many my say is the art of talking to and understanding women. All of my friends envied me because the wish they could talk to half as many women as I had. They'd come to me for all kinds of advice, especially Ron; for he always carried a notepad and pen just in case he had to jot down any tips or points I may give. Weird, I know right but I guess when you're desperate you're desperate. But I wouldn't call myself cocky, just confident. After what had turned out to be a decent day of work I was making my way to the gym to shoot some hoops. As I entered the facility there was a young lady following right after me. Being the gentleman that I am, I was sure to hold the door for her. "Thank you" she replied. "Not a problem anytime" I responded. As she passed me by I was hit with the sweet aroma of her perfume, which was enough to lustfully knock Mike Tyson out in his prime. I hadn't paid much attention to her face being that she was behind me but I couldn't help notice this hour glass shaped woman now strolling in front of me. I so wanted to rush ahead and see if the face of what I've already perceived to be a goddess of woman matched its heavenly shape and smell. But I didn't, I kept my cool and did my normal rounds at the front counter. Today Lisa was here by herself, which is odd, for there were always at least two people at the front counter. "Hey lady, how are you today?" "Heyyyyyyy there mister I'm doing a lot better seeing you now. Where have you been?" "Well I was on vacation last week love. My friends and I went on a cruise to the West Indies." "Oh and you didn't invite me I'm jealous... just playing." I'm sure she wasn't though Lisa had been campaigning hard to get my attention ever since she started working here two months ago. For some reason or another though she just always gave the vibe of crazy clingy type... you know. "Awwww it was a fellas only trip" was my only rebuttal. "Oh ok, well maybe next time right?" "ummmm errrrrr ahhhhh yeahhhh" I said sarcastically walking away. After conversing with Lisa I had lost track of the nameless beautiful smelling woman who had passed me upon entry. As I walked towards the locker room I silently cursed myself for a missed opportunity to see her face. After changing into proper attire I casually walked out of the locker room and headed toward the courts. On the way I stopped to grab a swig of water from the fountain. As I stood up from my drink and turned around I was gripped by the aroma once more. In an instant my mind was made up that I must see this woman. I had turned into a bloodhound; I trailed her scent across the gym until I found her mounting one of the elliptical machines. Man, seeing her in workout attire consisting of long tights and a shirt was absolutely to die for. If I had to guess, she had to be about 5'6" 140lbs of absolute sexiness. Her smooth caramel brown skin was as silky as I had ever seen on a woman. What made me stop in my tracks though was her Ass. That's right it was not a butt, gluteus maximus, nor a derriere. Matter of fact calling it an ass might be an insult, what she had was a Grade A DONK!!!!. She had trunk space like a 1972 Chevy Impala. Oh the fun I could have with her booty. I had to stop and admire how perfect an ass she had. Forgetting my original intentions, I mounted the machine next to her, punching in some settings immediately glancing over to only damn near fall off the machine. She had a natural beauty that was unmatched as far as I was concerned. Her hazel eyes felt as though they looked into my soul and extracted feelings I never knew existed within. Her eyes were perfect in every way down to the slight Asian slant they possessed. Eyebrows manicured immaculately to compliment her facial features. My trance was broken by her angelic voice. "Are you ok?" she asked "Ummm yeah just lost my footing there for a second thanks" if my complexion wasn't so deep I'm pretty sure the blushing that was occurring would have been totally obvious. "So what's your name I haven't seen you here before are you new to the gym?" I figured why not spark conversation. "Well I just recently moved to this area but I've been a LA Fitness member for a good while now." "Oh ok sounds good. Well I'm Brandon James, I'm sorry I didn't catch your name miss lady." "Cheyenne Cross." and with that her headphones went on. As her workout began I couldn't keep my eyes off her. By the time I decided to call it quits I had a raging hard on that would have been visible from the front door of the establishment if it hadn't been for the compression shorts I was wearing under my gym shorts. It had only been 15 minutes and my day at the gym was done. My head was spinning I had never yearned for a being so bad in my entire life. This was so uncharacteristic of me needless to say. On my way home I did nothing but think of this Cheyenne. Sadly all I had was a name and the lasting image of her working out; that made me hungrier than a prisoner on death row for some pussy. After showering and heating up some leftovers for dinner (yes I gets down in the kitchen) I went and sat on the balcony of my condo contemplating who I should visit to relieve my sexual tension. After about five or so minutes of sitting I received a call from Donna. "Hello there Donna." "Hello sexual chocolate how do you do? Or shall I say how can you do me?" Ahhhhh Donna she was about 5'8" or so long dark hair about 130lbs coco brown skin that seemed to shimmer. She is what my circle of friends would call "Cougarriffic". She was in her late thirties but could easily pass for 28 or 29. She was a hot shot lawyer with no kids or spouse just a healthy sexual appetite. She was one of my first clients when I branched off on my side hustle. She refers to me as her call boy, I just considered myself to be her dick on demand. I didn't mind seeing how my sex drive is through the roof, and on a night like tonight it was raging. "Well Donna I am more than willing to do you however it is you desire to be done." "Hmmmm interesting be at my loft in an hour." Approximately 63 minutes later I found myself ringing Donna's doorbell. She answered the door looking like a stunt double for Halle Berry in Catwoman. I was surprised to say the least. That leather almost looked painted on it was so tight against her frame, which was impeccable if I must say so myself. One would never guess she was in her late thirties the way her C-cup breast sat up firm upon her chest. Her long legs were tight and firm as if she hadn't stopped running track almost 20 years ago in high school. Her lips were full, soft and as juicy as could be; they looked even more so tonight as they were accented in red lipstick. Let me not forget my favorite attribute upon her, her ass. That too was firm yet soft and pleasantly plump just as an ass man (such as myself) would adore. My dick just about tore through my trousers as I noticed the cat suit was crotch less. I damn near dropped the bottle of wine I was carrying as she turned to lead me in. That's when it was revealed that the cat suite was also assless. "Soooooooooo Brandon you're late." "Yeah I'm"... I was cut off with her finger to my lips and her shhhhhing me ever so seductively. It was at this very moment that I noticed an upgrade to her living room. To my surprise a stripper pole had been installed. She pushed me down on to the sofa as she grasped the pole. (Intriguing)I thought to myself. I watched in astonishment as she performed a host of different acrobatic tricks to the R&B music playing in the back. With all the events of the day leading to the pole dance I was about ready to burst in my pants. I particularly enjoyed this one move where she jumped up on the pole and used her upper body strength to control her descent with her legs wide open exposing her honey pot to my excited eyes. The second time she performed this maneuver I could wait no more. As she was coming down I jumped and positioned my face to be used as her landing strip. As she made contact with my awaiting lips I was rewarded with a mouth full her hot pussy juice and an ever so sweet sound of her moan. I went to work licking and nibbling on her clit making her shriek and quiver in pleasure. She loved the way I devoured her pussy with my mouth. Yes I am what you would call a pussy eating connoisseur. I continued to administer clitoral stimulation, perhaps longer than I would normally in part to make up for my tardiness. "YES YES AHHHHHHHH RI............... THERE OH OH OH OHHHHHHHHHH SSSSHHHHHIIIIIITTTTT.............. You damn young whipper snapper." After having her shutter upon my face twice already I figure I would let her compose herself. While having her still straddle my face I figure would kiss her love sanctuary until she gained enough strength to go on. She must have taken a couple of those 5 hour energy shots because to my surprise she slid down to my raging hard member and went to town. She began by slowly licking the length of my shaft like a torpedo Popsicle you get from the ice cream truck as a kid. I used to fantasize of having the girls in the neighborhood lick me in such fashion as a pre-teen. Now Donna was an avid blower to say the least but tonight she was exceptional, don't know if it was still the lingering thoughts of Cheyenne that made it that much better but the vigor Donna was working with was gonna have me explode in no time. She slowly throated as much of me as she could before gagging a bit and came up to the head of my dick and began sucking sloppy and energetically. I couldn't help but to envision the stranger whom I had meet earlier today making my toes curl at this very moment. Donna throated me two more times coming back up to my dick head virtually summoning my seeds from the depths of my scrotum. With her diligent efforts and my thoughts of Cheyenne my member would not return to Donna's throat as I was cumming what seemed to be an ocean of nut into her mouth. "Oh my Donna you have blown my damn socks completely off." "Well the way you put it on me boy I had to return the favor." Breaking the Norm Ch. 02 After a night of cunnilingus and felattio with Donna my sexual appetite was a tad bit lessened than it would be on a hump day or any other day for that matter. Before I could truly get lost in my sexual ambitions there was work. I couldn't wait for this week to be over; I was looking forward to next week when the basketball league started back up. All started well and typical with my day. My first call was a breeze, but the second call was a 2 hour install for home networking. The name on the work order gave me slight hope that it may turn out well. I guess that was a perk of my job I got to see all the stay home wives and moms that lacked attention. Though I shouldn't let a name get me excited, for countless I've times had my spirit broken anticipating and expecting one type of customer but see a complete opposite. You would think after all the let downs I wouldn't let a name on a work order get me riled up but it often did. Call me optimistic, but hell the name Roxy just had certain appeal to it. As I pull up to my appointment I do my usual survey of the property and cable system leading up to the door. Doing this I've learned that I can generally get a feel for what the inside of the house would be like, you know as far cleanliness was concerned. As I neared the front door, it opened slowly; I was greeted with a sweet melodic voice of a young lady. I wasn't let down by my gut feeling this go round. I looked up to have my eyes rest upon a PYT. "Hey there Mr. Cable Guy, what you got goin' on?" "Well I suppose getting your network going and what not." "Yes Sir... well let me show you what's going on in here." "Cool no problem hopefully we can get you up and running in no time." "Sounds good." "So where exactly is the router going to be set up?" "Well...... I am just moving in so excuse the boxes everywhere but I intend to have the main computer upstairs in the office. By the way I have the new smart TV that connects to the network as well, can you help me with that?" "I don't see why I wouldn't be able to get that going for you." Usually us cable guys would stick to the work. If it said one TV by all means you were getting one TV. Today however there were different factors in play. First and for most Roxy was fine as hell. Secondly, well she was fine as hell; So only one factor had something to do with me calling in to change the work order and getting more time to take care of her situation. I excused myself outside for a moment to hit my dispatch up. "Okay, I got you covered" I said with a smile. "What do you mean you have me covered?" "Well I was able to work some magic and I got the work order changed around so I can accommodate you and all your needs today." "Hmm all my needs, is that so?" She raised her eyebrow as she let the words leave her juicy lips. We both chuckled and made brief eye contact. As much as a sexual deviant that I am, I try hard not to get frisky with my customers. I try to stay professional, although I have been tempted to break company policy. I've been able to keep my rep intact thus far. "So, you say you're just moving in here" I said trying to deviate from the last remarks that were made." I hate moving myself, you never can find everything and it's very tedious. Moving is just a hassle" I said letting out a sigh. "Yes moving can certainly be dreadful for sure. For one, the damn dryer just stopped working. I was washing yesterday evening and it just would not cut on to save my life. Now I'm stuck with a load of soooaaaakkkiiinnngg wet clothes" I was almost certain I saw her wink at me as she said this. I don't know though maybe my mind was playing tricks on me. Did you see the way she said soaking wet though. "Damn that's tough. Well I know I am here for your computers and what no, but maybe I can take a gander at the dryer and see if I can get it going for you." "You would do that? You don't have to......" "It no pressure Miss Lady" I interjected before she could finish. She led me around to the laundry area off the garage. On the way to laundry room I was pretty impressed with the foyer; it was accented with a nice mirror adjacent to the door. The house was littered with boxes here and there as she stated she was still unpacking from a recent move. When we arrived in the designated room she let me know that she would be right back. She turned and I am 75% sure she put an extra twist in her walk just for me. I got to work doing some diagnostics on the dryer. Troubleshooting lasted all of a minute and a half. Come to find out her damn machine had come unplugged. I plugged it back up and it fired right up. She returned to hear the sound of the dryer running like a pro. "So, how's it going Mr. Cable Guy?" "Sounds like you dryer works just fine to me." I turned around and I swear my jaw must have hit the floor like a brick. "Really you've fixed me up that quick?" I didn't say a word; frankly I couldn't believe my eyes. "Ummm hello there anybody home?" "Uhhh yeah my bad. Well looks like the machine had come unplugged that's all." Man you should have seen what she came back in. Boy shorts, bra, and an open house coat. What the F how the hell am I supposed to focus on work. Someone call OSHA, this surely had to be classified as a hazardous work environment. "Well I appreciate you taking care of that for me. So... I suppose upstairs we go to the office." By this time I was sure she caught me gawking at her ass. I swear a big booty chick will be the death of me one day I just pray it's not today. Now I never really go after my customers although Donna and one that shall remain nameless were exceptions. Today would make my third, although I always thought it was too much of a risk to actually go through with it. If anyone had what it took to make me reconsider it had to be Roxy. Though she was a bit shorter standing somewhere around 5'3" or 5'4" and about 145lbs or so, she was thick in every sense of the word. Or as I like to say thicker than a snicker. Her complexion was a light shade of brown with a golden glow to it. She rocked a shaved cut which she dyed blonde and it fit her perfectly. Her breasts were small enough for her to be a part of the itty bitty titty committee but probably not by much. Her prize attribute as far as I was concerned was the thorough-bred ass she was equipped with. It looked as though she had two basketballs stuffed in her pants. I was in big booty heaven at this job to say the least. It must have been big ass week or something because that's all I've seem to be encountering this week. "Alrighty well I'm gonna head outside and get some tools before I head upstairs." "No problem Mr. Cable Guy. Just come on up when you get what you need." "By the way my name is Brandon." To be completely honest I had all the tools I needed but I was trying to get some air being the sticky situation I was in. I mean I'm trying to be professional, but damn it what is a man to do? It was terribly difficult to keep the vision of the basketball ass cheeks leading me up the stairs out of my perverted mind. Needless to say a few minutes later I found it hard trying to coach myself to behave as I entered back into the home. Not sure of which room I was to be working in when I reached the top of the stairs I called out for her. She answered and said in the master straight ahead. I entered the room and was met with the sound of running water and the smell of body wash, maybe cucumber melon just a guess. I looked around the room and admired the black art that she had on display. It was very nice to say the least, hell it made me wanna step up my game. "So where is the office?" I called out. "Ummm out of here and it the second door on your right." With that info I took off to the office. I was so intent of fixing her shit and getting the fuck out of here, I didn't hear the water stop nor did I hear her walk up behind me. "How's it coming?" She scared the hell out of me. "I'm so sorry I didn't me to frighten you" said with extreme compassion after witnessing me damn near jump out of my skin. "It's cool" I exclaimed. "I thought I was by myself that's all" "I understand, well I just wanted to inform you that I am out of the shower." "Ummmm ok I will step out and give you a few minutes to do all that you need to do." "No, no you do what you need to do it's no problem." I thought to myself boy oh boy if I was ever being tested to day sure was the damn day. She headed back towards the master. I went back to finishing up with the network settings so I could be headed out of here. With my luck today I'm sure I would run in to a hiccup and sure enough like clockwork. I went to move the tower back in place and a black box that was perched atop it fell to the floor. My eyes were immediately drawn to its contents. What the fuck I thought to myself no way a woman this fine should have all these damn sex toys unless she was single and lonely as hell or she was LESBIAN. I stood frozen in time as my eyes gazed upon this buffet of dildos and vibrators. My question was soon answered as I saw some Velcro straps connected to a dildo, yep a strap-on. Right next to it sat a double headed rubber dick. My suspicions all but confirmed that she had to dig chicks with shit like this in here. I quickly did what was needed so I wasn't caught gawking at the mini adult store that was in the box, that would be awkward as hell. As I stood up I glanced at the door to be sure I wasn't caught. That's when I noticed a little stand in the corner, upon which she had one of those digital frames that scans through pictures. Taking a glance at it I could have sworn I saw a picture of the goddess from the gym yesterday, but it was fading out as I looked. I shrugged it off and told myself to stop trippin. I got to the door and was ready to let her know I was complete. "Ma'am" I called out for her. Shit I thought, well maybe she was fully clothed now. I know it had been several minutes since she scared the living daylights out of me. The doors to the bath room where still closed. I walked over and lightly knocked "Ma'am?" "Whoa!!! What is this ma'am stuff please call me Roxy" she said sounding appalled on the other side of the door. (I knew Roxy wouldn't let me down) I thought to myself again. "Ummm Roxy I'm all set I can leave the invoice on the dresser and return at a more convenient time if that's ok with you." "Oh ok that was pretty quick be right out. I will take care of you now." "No pressure I'm gonna head out to my truck to put my tools back and grab some paper work and cards for you." I intentionally took longer than I normally would, trying to give her extra time robe if needed. As I returned back into the room I was greeted with the sight of her at the night stand in nothing but a towel. Awwww shit I thought to myself as I felt my other brain start to awaken. "Brandon I can't seem to thank you enough for the work you've done, and in such a timely fashion." "Well I pride myself on the service I provide to my customers; I just hope you will refer me." I said sliding the paper work over my growing hard-on. "Is there anything else that you may need any help with or have any questions about?" "Thank you so much and there is one other thing I may need your assistance with." With that she swayed off looking to be headed back to the other side of master closer to me. Boy was she ever curvy; whoever was hittin' that would have to be heavy on the brakes while traveling that road. She seductively brushed passed me I could only think of the trouble I was getting into as each minute passed. I knew I should have being trying to get out of there as fast as I could. Although that sounded good in my head I was mesmerized by her figure. Somewhat relieved when she passed me and feeling a bit saved I eagerly headed for the door. She beat me to the door and leaned back on it forcing it to close. She dropped her towel and what my eyes feasted upon was enough to make gay dude reconsider. Her breasts sat up high not a sag at all in either. She had oiled her body down, and was looking like a life-sized glazed Krispy Kreme doughnut, and at that very moment I sure wanted her to melt in my mouth like a Krispy Kreme doughnut would. To top the spectacle all off, her pussy palace was immaculately manicured with what looked like a Brazilian wax. In the midst of this surprise I thought, "Yeah I'd like my friends make a computer geek joke now." "Ummmmm yyyoooouuu I mean I should go." Now the only reason I was worried was for my company's sake no other reason, for like I said dealing with women came naturally to me. "Really you shouldn't I have one more thing that needs fixing Mr. Cable Guy. Oh pardon me Mr. Brandon. "Well ma'am I mean Roxy I don't believe I should be doing this. " "Are you sure?" She said lifting her leg like a ballerina giving me a perfect view of a completely manicured twat. She continued to talk but I heard absolutely nothing as I was salivating at the prettiest pussy my 23 year old eyes had the pleasure of laying eyes on. "Do you think we can work something out?" These were the last words I heard her murmur, not having a clue, I could only assume she was trying to cut a deal with me. My erection was surely visible in the thin company issued slacks I was wearing. I caught a glimpse of her steeling a peek at my package and raising her eyebrow. With the looks she was giving, she couldn't have been a lesbian. "Sorry I am of no assistance when it comes to that." "Hmmmmmm....... you sure because the man in your pants looks more than willing?" She was campaigning hard to get what she wanted and she was doing a damn good job."Awww oh ok I was just wondering if you know anything about laying pipe. " she began rubbing her pussy as the words left her mouth. Instinctively I answered "Oh I know all about pipe laying." In that very moment all my thoughts and concerns of my company's integrity were out of the window. I felt I had been challenged and I am one competitve SOB. A second later she beckoned me over; I wasted no time moving closer with my eyes glued to her pussy as she fondled herself moaning ever so lightly. I hurried over and we kissed so intensely. I dropped down to her sopping pussy and planted a kiss on her lips. I gripped her ass and hoisted her up and carried her to the bed, eating her the entire walk to the bed. I placed her on the bed and took a step back to admire this beast of a woman that laid before me before stepping closer. Once I was in reach she grabbed my wood through my pants and began to unzip them. In my head I said to myself "I can't believe this is happeninig." Once she freed the caged beast she marveled at the sight of my manhood as though it was the first time she had seen a dick in the flesh. After a good 45 seconds of her staring at all 81/2inches of me she appologized. "Sorry you'll have to excuse me for I don't do this too often, well not with a real one atleast." I instantly thought back to the dresser she must be a lesbian. "What do you mean?" I asked. "I'm usually with women or shall I say my woman....... yes I'm a lesbian, or so I thought until you pulled up and fixed my shit. I was instantly attracted to you so much so I tried taking a shower and finger fuck myself to release the sexual tension you brought upon me but that seem to only make me want you more. Now holding your meat in my hands I'm dying to taste you." With that she plunged my dick deep into her mouth. I'm not one for drama but that had to be one of the sexiest monolougues I had ever seen and heard. I guess she had practice sucking strap-ons because she wasn't half bad. She went down about three quarters the length of me and began to gag; I pulled out some to give her some relief. She slid all the way to the tip of my meat flipping her tongue around the head before sucking me down half way then releasing me with a pop. I had it set in my mind that I was gonna have to leave an impression, so I was gonna do what her female lover and what I viewed as my competition couldn't. I elevated her ass back up so fast she didn't have a clue what was going on. Her legs were over my shoulders, my hands cupped each one of her amazing ass cheeks, and her cunt was in perfect alignment with my awaiting mouth. The scent of her faminie juices were intoxicating, I dove back in with reckless abandon. As soon as contact was made with mouth and pussy she grabbed the back of my head with what felt like a Chinese death grip. Pacing back and forth with her on my shoulder and her pussy in my mouth she cried out "YES EAT ME YES EAT THISSSS PU PPUUU PUSSYYYYYYY!" Thats just what I did, darting my tongue in her hole as deep as I could and then flicking it around eliciting shrieks and moans out of her. I withdrew my tongue to manipulate her swollen clitoris; I sucked it into my mouth and gingerly ran my tongue across it. In doing so she tensed up and showered my chin with juice. (A fucking squirter.) I thought to myself. I was so damn excited, all my years of watching porn and seeing women squirt only on TV I had begun to think it was just some porn movie trick. Now in the midst of what I thought was an urban legend I didn't know what to do with myself. With her coming down from her climax I lowered her down onto the bed. "Holy shit that was awesome. Never in all my life did I think a man could please a woman in such a way." "Ha." I exclaimed. "To think you've only experienced half of what my pipe laying service is all about." I knew this was possibly her first sexual encounter with a man so I had to try and bring her back to the right side of the fence or at very least impress. I laid her back and cocked her legs wide open for me to proceed. I being fully disrobed wasted not a second to mount this thoroughbred of a woman. I was going to play off of her reaction so I decided to take it slow and gentle. I rubbed the head of my stiffness against her well naturally lubricated entrance. I slowly began to add pressure to make entry, all the while never regretting the idea of taking it slow seeing as to how tight she was. If she hadn't been so moist there would have been a serious struggle taking place. Feeling her walls grip my cock inch by inch like a glove to a hand was amazing. Bottoming out her hands dug into my back with a small moan escaping her lips. I gently began to pull out and then back building a slow and steady rhythm, the oohhs and ahhs she emitted were my motivation. I continued this for about 5 good strokes before being encouraged otherwise. "Hey Mr. Fix It, I may be a lesbian but I am not a fucking virgin so FUCK ME!" Needing no more motivation I laid the dick down. I fucked her with long deep strokes to make her shake and quiver beneath me in pleasure. It's safe to say I was making it rain between her thighs for all the squirting she was doing. Before I was brought to my own orgasm there was one thing I had to do. Ya damn right get behind this ass and give it a smack. I flipped her ass over and told her to assume the position and with no hesitation she did. I rammed my dick into her pussy from behind and damn near cam right there as I watched her ass bounce back at me. I began to pound her ass like a mad man. I'm sure the expression on my face must have been like that of a kid in a candy store with 100 bucks in his pocket. I knew I wouldn't last long for the melodic sounds of my pelvis and her thighs slapping and smacking together echoed by screams and moans was beginning to become too much. I felt her body tighten and she screamed I knew she was cumming and I was right behind her. I whipped my dick out of her snatch just in time to shoot off. I aimed for her ass but the first shot went three quarters up her back. Boy was this a good fuck session. Breaking the Norm Ch. 02 "Where are you from? I had no clue man dick could be so good." She managed to get out while still heaving trying to catch her breath. All I could do was laugh. She had it good she was home for the day and able to relish in the pleasure she had received, while I on the other hand was still at work. Luckily I had finished the work in less time than I had allotted myself. With the outcome of things I was still approaching the marked time I had set though, so it all worked out I guess. She handed me a towel to wipe down, in doing so I thanked her got dressed and proceed to leave. "Excuse me where do you think you going?" She exclaimed with sass. "Well unfortunately I have other customers I must see about." "Hell not before I pay you and I put your number in my phone Mr. Fix It." We both laughed at her statement. I told her my number and she stored it under Mr. Fix It with Brandon in parenthesis. She kissed me on the cheek and thanked me for giving her another sexual perspective. The last few jobs were a breeze nothing exciting. Now with a day of work and pleasure complete I suppose it was time to hit the gym. Breaking the Norm Ch. 03 I put up two chapters this is the third I would love to hear some feed back, as I am new to this. I mean I like my work so far but what do you guys think of it. Thanks. It was about 6pm by the time I reached the gym, today I was poised to not let anything, better yet anyone stop my workout. Lisa wasn't at the counter so I didn't have to deal with her meddling. I was at the locker room in no time. Emerging from the locker room I went right into doing some calisthenics to warm up. After a few minutes I'd decided to hit the bike for a few miles. I would be lying if I said there weren't any women in here worth looking at. I'd also been lying if I wasn't checking for one in particular. This was so uncharacteristic of me to be locked in on one chick especially when there are quite a few worth attention in my presence. I'm here to workout I finally told myself, and that's what I did. After biking I hit the weights, about 10 stations in all. Subliminally I still had an eye out for her though. Even though my workout was as uneventful as it could ever be, I felt good having gotten a pretty damn good session in. After returning to the locker room I headed for the exit. Just as I stepped foot onto the side walk I laid eyes on the magnificent specimen they called Cheyenne. I wasn't going to say much just a 'good evening and enjoy your workout'. To my surprise she beat me to the greeting. "Hey there" she began. "How you doing?" I responded. "Oh I can't complain.......... well not today at least. Hey look I want to apologize if was really short and a little cold towards you yesterday. It had been a long day and I was focused on working out some stress that had built throughout the day." "No need to apologize to me, I understand and besides I am nobody, just a random guy." "Nonsense ........ Everybody is somebody." "I guess your right Cheyenne." "You remembered my name I'm impressed." 'You damn right I remembered your name as fine as you are' I thought to myself. At the same time I was really taken aback at how open she was being. "Aw its nothing." I stated. "What are you doing tonight?" she questioned. Hell what was I doing tonight? Its Wednesday yep Modern Family and Criminal Minds were on the agenda. "Well........ Just a few shows I like to watch and cooking dinner for myself that's about it." "Hmm is that right you cook?" she exclaimed sounding a bit surprised. "Well I'm not really sure why but I feel really bad for yesterday and feel compelled to make it up to you." "Wait wait wait......... Are you asking me out on a date?" "Yes and no." she replied. "It's complicated I suppose because I'm in a relationship." "So a friendly outing with acquaintances?" "Yeah I guess we could call it that." I had always been the one do the asking out, never had a woman asked me out, I was actually a little dumbfounded. I was no fool though I took on the offer to sit in the presence of this lovely lady. "I have to head home and freshen up" I exclaimed. "Not a problem I'm gonna do the same." We exchanged numbers and headed to our vehicles. I couldn't believe my fortune today. First a lesbian customer practically handed me her pussy on a platter and now I was headed home to prepare for an outing with a woman whom I had lusted after the day before. What was even more odd and shocking she had asked me out. I made it home and showered and decided to straighten up a little in the case I might have some late night company. Not that I had much to clean up but I just want to be sure there was nothing negative to be said about my place. What the hell...... I was going out of my way for a woman that is strikingly beautiful, but is taken. This was so not typical of me, but at the same time I couldn't deny my overwhelming attraction to her. After a while I received a call from her, we had decided to meet up at a local sports bar that served as a middle point between us. I can't even lie for the first time in my life I was experiencing butterflies because of a woman. I felt weird to say the least. The butterflies only intensified as I pulled into the parking lot. I sat in the car for a few minutes hoping they would subside. I watched her get out of a black BMW 650 coupe; the car was just as sexy as she was. My mind went to what kind of work she did to be rolling like she was. As I stepped out of my Tahoe we made eye contact as I strolled over to her. "You stylin' and profilin' aintcha'?" I said comically. She laughed saying "Hard work pays off I guess." Flexing my biceps I said "Sure does." She latched on to my arm and said "let's head in and grab a seat". As we walked I felt her stroke my arm a few times. I down played it though trying not to read too much into it, seeing as how she said she was with someone. We opted for a two person booth rather than the bar. We placed our drink order almost immediately after being seated. She ordered an apple martini while I got my normal long island iced tea. "So what kind of work do you do" I asked. Sipping her drink then answering she answered "I am the Human Resources Manager for a big company headquartered downtown. How about you?" "Oh I do nothing fancy I am a self-employed, I work for the cable company as a technician, and I run a computer business on the side" I stated. "That has to be an interesting field of work. I'm sure you've got a story or two to tell." Wow she was actually interested in my work; she just keeps getting better by the moment. "Yeah trust me I do. You ever seen the show Hoarders." "Yeah ....... comes on A&E right?" "Yep it sure does, but I have the unpleasant luxury of seeing it up close and personal. I'll say it's an eye opening experience." "I can only imagine" she said while shaking her head. We had a few more drinks and just really got to know each other. She turned out to be one cool ass chick, probably the coolest I've met to date. Not to mention the sexiest. She confessed to me how much of a tom-boy she was and how she loved to hoop and get it in on call of duty and madden. I boasted on my skills on all three and how she wouldn't stand a chance. She pelted out a villainous laugh and told me it was on, and just to let her know when and where. It was about 11 or so when the conversation took a turn and made for real interesting talk. "So Brandon what's your love life like?................. I mean if you're ok with me asking." "You good miss lady......... Well currently I'm single just a beneficial friend or two that's all." Come to think of it had I ever really had a relationship? My first girlfriend... but we were in high school so I don't really count that. "Hows about you?" "I'm in a relationship I suppose." "Awww what is that, either you are or you not." we both chuckled. "Yes I am." "See how bad was that......... So how long have you been with him?" "Well we've been together almost a year and a half." "Cool cool, are you in love with him?" "Yeah I like to believe I'm in love her." "Word that's what's up he's a lucky man..............Hold up wait.............. Ummmm you said her." She started cracking up laughing. "Your right I did say her. Wasn't sure you caught that for a second there." "Hmmm interesting, deflating, and sexy all at the same time." "What do you mean by that?" "Just what I said. Interesting, because I wasn't expecting you to be a lesbian. Deflating, because to be honest and blunt I'm all kinds of attracted to you. Sexy, because you and another woman shall I say anymore?" With a sexy ass smile she said, "Gotcha, gotcha, and gotcha." At this point it was getting late and we both have to work tomorrow so we brought our outing to a close. We said our good byes in the parking lot. I reached my hand out for a goodnight hand shake only to have it push aside to be pulled if for a hug. "Oh ok my bad pimpin'" I said. "Hey we bonded tonight so I only feel right to hug you friend...... That is if I can call you friend." "Sure thing under one condition." "Whats that." "First we have to hang out like this again, and give me your gamer tag to I can tap that ass in Madden and COD playa." "Awwww you ain't said nothing." We exchanged gamer info and parted ways, but not before she gave me another hug. By this time we had walked to her car, and like the gentleman that I am I opened the door for her and saw her off. I walked back to my truck feeling good about the outing. Before long I was back home in a matter of minutes. As soon as I got in went to my closet and dumped my clothes in the dirty bin. Then headed for the bathroom too relieve myself and brush my pearlies. Soon as I came out, I received a text from Cheyenne saying she made it home just fine. I replied thanking her for the great time we had and sent good night wishes. When I hit the send button I heard the doorbell ring. I looked at the clock, it was damn near 12:30.Now who the fuck was at my house this time of night? I went to answer the door in just my boxer briefs anticipating someone who probably had the wrong address. So, I was just going to poke my head out. I looked thru the peep hole and saw absolutely no one, so I decided to head back up stairs. As soon as I turned to head back up to my room the doorbell went off once more. I quickly unlocked and snatched the door open. I was rushed by a person dressed in all black with a ski mask on. I took a couple steps back and cocked my arm to throw a punch and the next thing I know I'm on the floor shaking like a stripper on a pole. Yep, I had been tasered. Still inebriated the person was attempting to pull me further into my home. I had begun to figure it was a female or a very weak dude because perp was struggling and grunting trying to move me. Once I began to regain feeling in my extremities I was already bound. I began to struggle when I heard the person speak. "No need to struggle you can't escape." I was trying to catch on to the voice. I couldn't, it sounded like whoever it may be they are trying to disguise their voice. It almost sounded like a woman trying to portray a man. "Now get up and lead me to your room." When I didn't budge the intruder flashed the taser to motivate me. I slowly proceeded up the stairs all the while pondering how in the hell I was gonna get out of this situation. We entered the room and I quickened the pace to create a little separation. I turned around to face my assailant and question the motive. I was hoping to throw off the intruder and go for the damn taser, because that was the last thing I wanted to feel again. I was standing with my back to the bed when I began to speak. "What the HHHEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!" Just like that my ass was being tasered again. I landed on the bed flat on my back. As I was being strung up to my bed post I cursed myself and freaky ambitions for purchasing a bed with high post on it. Now I was tied up and my mouth was now duct taped, the assailant began to disrobe. When the jump suit came off my suspicions were confirmed it was a woman. The sight of titties were a little comforting being the situation, but in this day and age I still had to worry for all I knew this could be a transsexual. "Now see we could have gone about this in a whole different manner, but no you wanna play mister hard to get and not give me the time of day." She had a lot of disdain in her voice as she spoke. Now fully naked, she stood there in the ski mask; I silently had thanked GOD for I wasn't staring at a penis. I breathed a little easier though I wasn't completely out of trouble, after all she still had the damn taser. She climbed up in the bed and laid right next to my face and began to whisper. "Now I got you where I've wanted you for some time now, and it feels great wouldn't you say?" I was enveloped in trying to figure out who this was that had ambushed me and made me a prisoner in my own damn home. I tried looking at the naked body to see if I could recognize who this was, but not a single characteristic was familiar. This wasn't somebody I had relations with before. Whoever this is she is bold as shit though. "Do you not hear me talking to you?" I didn't understand how she expected me of all people to answer when she had just taped my mouth shut, I mean what the fuck. She slapped the shit out of me causing me to squirm and try to yell at her. Chuckling she said "yeah that more like it, when I speak you answer me bitch. You got it?" What the fuck this chick is fucking crazy I thought, but I was nobody's bitch that's for sure. I decided not to answer again, and again the slapped me but this time I didn't budge nor make a sound. I saw the anger in her face intensify somewhat. "Oh so we still wanna play hard to get do we........ Well I've already won, for you see now all I have to do is let nature be nature and do its thing." with that closing statement she slipped down and wrapped her lips around my deflated member. I tried to let my mind roam the most unattractive thoughts, in hopes I wouldn't stiffen and she would become uninterested. It would have been a great plan if I wasn't the sex addict that I was. Besides she was phenomenal with her mouth. Damn she deserves an award for dick sucking; my toes would have curled three times over if they could. She was hitting the spot ten times over, and when she honed in on the head of my stick she used her tongue to stroke the underside making me quiver and squirm I started to feel like being prisoner in my own home wasn't half bad at all if could get grade A dick service like this. She deep throated me while fondling my sac and I blew my load in that instant. Truly a pro with the dick she didn't budge as my baby juice shot down her throat. All the anger in me had been sucked out and converted to pleasure, I was now really bothered I didn't have the use of my limbs to encourage her. With her continued work and expertise I was still rock hard and anticipating her next move. "You liked that didn't you?" I nodded in agreement and with that she ripped the duct tape from my mouth. "Fuuuuuuuuuucccccckkkkkkk!!!!!!" I was pretty sure that's what a wax must feel like. I stretched my mouth out still recovering from the pain. "Who are you and what is this about?" She slapped me again. "No fucking questions bitch." With that she stood up in the bed revealing her sopping pussy. I mean I don't ever recall seeing a pussy this wet; the juice was running down both legs. She straddled me and positioned her pool of a cunt over my rod. She lowered down on me slowly taking me in at her own pace. As my head made entry I bucked my hips up to exact some revenge. She yelped not expecting what I had done, and the expression upon her face was as if a freight train was headed straight for her. "I'm nobody's bitch!" I said with force. She reached down and grabbed the taser and flashed it at me. She wanted to get off and taser the hell out of me but her body wouldn't let her. She dropped the taser letting out a monstrous moan and threw her head back, pressing her hands into my well defined chest. "Ahhhhhhh YESSSSSSS HOLLLLLLYYYYYY AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!" While she was climaxing I was able to free one of my bound hands. She had no clue, and while she was still in her own little world of pleasure I quickly undid my other hand. She was reaching for the taser and trying to dismount me but I grabbed her close and told her If you taser me you get tasered too. She dropped the taser and began to struggle; her strikes had no effect on me though. I scooted down and with one hand untied both feet all while keeping her body pressed against mine. After undoing myself, I flipped her over on her back and with dick still in place began to pound away. I didn't bother taking her ski mask off because I wanted be surprised at the same time surprise her. She went from fighting to taking all the pleasure my dick was delivering to her cunny. It wasn't long before she was shuttering beneath me. "Yeah who's the bitch now!" "Ohhhhhhhh Meeeeeeee I I I I I'm the BIIIIIITTTTTTTTCCCCCCCHHHHHHH!" "You damn right" at that moment I felt my surprise rising ready to spew. I pulled out and in one smooth move had pinned her arms down with my knees. Dick in hand I pulled the mask off of her face and released my load. Revenge is sweet I thought as I cam on Lisa's face. "FUCK!!!!!!!!" she screamed. "Yeah pretty sure you hadn't planned for this, as this was not part of your plans huh?" I flipped her over onto her stomach and began hog tying her. Once done I walked out to the kitchen to grab a drink. I couldn't believe she had stalked me... to my home at that; looking at the microwave it was now 2:15 a.m. I returned cup in hand, I dropped a straw in and let Lisa sip. "Now Lisa what should I do with you?" "Please let me go I'm so sorry I I I just needed you to be in me. You drive me crazy I couldn't help my feelings." "Oh ok so I should just let you go right?" "Yeah that sounds good to me...... I mean you did get pleasure out of it after all right." "You know your right I did......and it was pretty good too." "See so lets call it even." She pleaded. "Bitch please you tasered me twice and was gonna go for the trifecta.......What the fuck were you thinkin... You want me right..... Well you gonna get me alright." I began to untie her only to tie her to the bed post, but unlike me she was face down. I went over to my stash and grabbed some KY. I strolled over and began applying the jelly to her asshole. She shook violently trying to avoid me. "Please don't do this I'm a virgin back there." "Awwwww and I was a fucking virgin to being tasered before tonight............ So you've taken a virginity of mine its only right that I return the favor. You don't agree?" I didn't receive an answer only a low whimper. I put two fingers in my mouth to provide lubrication to them. I slid a finger in her and she tensed up something terrible. I began to slowly stroke it in and out. When she released some tension, I inserted another finger to compliment the first. I let her know the more she tensed up the more painful it would be. I positioned myself behind her and readied my cock for the ensuing anal assault. She took my advice and decided to relax, though it didn't feel that aided much for it was a mission just to get in. I took it nice and slow seeing as to how this terrain hadn't been navigated before. I wanted revenge, yes this is true, but I didn't want to be totally brutal about it. After several minutes I was more than half way in, I let it rest there giving her time to adjust. "Lisa you ready to be fucked in the ass?" "Just fuck me and get it over with asshole." Without further do, that's what I did. I began rocking my hips back and forth and listened to her scream and curse me in what seemed like every language known to man. "Yeah bitch you like me in your ass don't you?" I said while slapping her ass. "NO! Mmmmmmm." She said trying to fight the moan from escaping her lips. "You love it don't you?" "NNNnnnnn YES TAKE MY ASSSSSS OH SHIT IT FEELS SO GOOD. YOUR GONNA YOUR GONNA AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! Her ass tightened up around my dick as she came, which in turn had me pumping nut into her ass. I was completely through dealing, not an ounce of energy to do much of anything. I lay there for 10 minutes before untying her from the bed. I gathered all of her belongings and handed them to her, everything that is except the taser. I informed her she could let herself out and to lock the bottom on her way out. I walked into my bathroom and jumped in the shower I didn't even bother turning on the light. A few minutes into my shower I felt Lisa slip in and hug me from behind. "Brandon I'm sorry for what I've done. I know your pissed at me , but can I stay the night with you please? It's late." Breaking the Norm Ch. 03 "Tonight only."