Kinky Erotica
"New York Nuptials" a sexy lesbian story by J. Brooke
I'm fucked up, hell, I know that, insane - tonight. Fuck, I know in this little outfit I'm poured into I look tight, maybe a little fem, if a girl has eyes for that complicated me. I'm a lawyer, but not really, just to pretend, to allow me to love and hate and be the deviant I am, and I met her this morning, at the firm. She rocked my world. It was immediate, inside my organs when she purred into my office. She's Brazilian, fucking unique and exotic and she was like some kind of giant earth magnet, dark, filled with soul and sex and rock'n'roll and she knew it. I knew it. No one had to tell her, we, her, me, well her eyes fired up, sexed up and now she's late and I'm sitting in this fucking bar in Manhattan and my three-inch stilettos feel like point girls for some kind of ballistic missile sex mission I'm on. Man, I have needs, fucking really need something that will incinerate my heart, blast my soul into vaporized comet tails, I want it to flame out my heart. Where is the bitch? This erratic and erotic girl I want to rip me up, fuck me, tell me I'm beautiful, stick her head inside my cunt and see what the fuck is going down in there and still I'm surrounded by men. Suit types, who wouldn't have a fucking idea what to do with something like me, this body, crazy me, insatiable me and I no more want a dick in me than I would want a lobotomy from these insipid posers.
If the bitch doesn't walk through that door now, right now, I might have to settle, maybe for one of these Bond Trader boys. Who might, if a miracle came along, know how to fuck me, use me, maybe before he comes after rutting around for a few minutes. But no, my dildo at home knows more about this girl's bod then these men, and I use the word "men" loosely and tragically.
Christ, my cunt feels like it's melting. I'm having trouble seeing, thinking it through, gawking at the door, waiting for that cinnamon piece of silk to cruise through, see me, smile at me, come to me. I'm hating the way those pricks are leering at me, playing their corporate game on me. If I look at my Goddamn watch one more time, I'm going to implode and puddle up right here on the floor.
There she is, fuck it, she's even more beautiful than I remember, that long, black hair, that anaconda body, pimped into that dress, that skin. She's smiling at me. I have to blink her teeth are so paper white. Fuck, I'm a Master of my Universe and I feel like a little girl. Be cool girl, she's here for a reason, those wide wild black eyes know everything, maybe the secret of string theory and here it comes. The men are parting like the fucking Red Sea. She doesn't notice them at all, for her sex drive, her over drive is aimed directly at me, and I wish I could get my fucking high heels to stop vibrating on the floor.
I'm in love, a fool. She slices up to me, touches my face as if we were lovers, kisses me on the cheek and whispers in that silk accent at me some kind of nonsense, in me, around me and my head is rotating off its axis and she could be speaking Mongolian and I could fucking care less. So I chat, pout a little, that always worked before and hope she can't smell the sex exploding from every pore in my body. She's direct, funny, every time she laughs and smiles I want to lift her up on the bar, spread her legs, ram my fist into her and break my lips on hers, but I don't. The martinis are kicking in, thank fucking God for Stoli, and now she's taken my hand like I'm some kind of school girl and we're walking through the eyeballs and the leers and murmurs and I feel like some kind of bent queen, for obviously she's chosen me. Christ, she's young, bullet-proof and sure, and I hope there's time, just a little, before her jet zooms off and she's back on some beach in Brazil, breaking heart there.
Auto pilot, we're through the door, where we're off to who-the-fuck knows. I could care less. She stops, smiles, leans in and kisses me, presses that boa body against mine. People are staring, she doesn't notice, she kisses me, ignites me, the inside of my legs spilling liquids so fast I feel like I just got out of a swimming pool.
I can't stop, I can't break aways from those hit men she calls eyes. She looks happy, I can see her breasts swelling, she winks at me, looks around, seems to know what she is doing, what she wants, I'm not going anywhere as she kisses me again. This time her tongue feels like a glorious key to a journey I've already taken in my mind. Turning, she peeks to the right, there's an alley there and she turns and smiles and then takes my hand and leads me to the open mouth of the alley. She glances at the gold watch on her slender wrist. She knows, we're on the clock, and La Guardia is soon, too soon, but that doesn't seem to matter to her, she is very confident. She leads me into the alley, where it's dark and I can smell the garbage, fuck, its all right, how does she know?
I'm praying that I'm not drooling, I do that at times when downloaded with sex thoughts. But she's amazing, as she moves towards me, touches my face, looks at me with eyes like a napalm strike, and now what? She's kissing me, her hands are all over me as she presses me against the bricks. I can feel the roughness of the mortar against my bare back. Her hands, they're like wind, everywhere, she likes to hurt, I like that. She squeezes my breasts, finds my nipples, pinches them hard, maybe too hard for someone else, but not for me. I whimper, she likes that too, she pours her tongue
past my lips, it tastes like sweetness from the core of honey, I don't complain. I can see her breathing is whacking now, like mine, and now she's wrapped her fist around my hair, pulling, tearing a little bit and the kisses are pulverizing and I have a feeling like I've crawled inside of her mouth, sucking down her saliva, taken her tongue and made it mine, it's where I wanted to be all along.
She twirls me around, slams me further against the bricks. My chin lowers and I place my palms against the wall. I feel like I've been arrested by some kind of bitch bull cop, where's the night stick, I'm too crazy to ask, Fuck, what now? My skirt is lifting, I'm on toe points, her hand, her fingers are probing, she's rough, I can hear her moaning, saying something in that accent of hers, silk fingers, I'm so wet, so crazed, I can hardly breath. God fucking damnit, she's inside of me, roughly, permanently, her other hand is holding my spine, my back is arched and my butt wants her to whack me. She seems to read my mind, slaps me, I shiver, and then SWOOSH, my mind sparks and the oxygen explodes out of my chattering teeth. She's impaled my cunt up to her wrist with her fist. My fucking knees buckle as my white-knuckled fists bang the bricks, she's not shy, in and out, the pain is a delight, the fear palatable, I love it, I don't have to think. Fuck, I can feel it, the blood flow, the fucking cunt is magical, who needs a cop's night stick, right there, Christ, I whimper as I bang my forehead against the wall, stomping my stilettos on the filth of the alley floor. Deep, deeper still and I hear her, she's moaning, what the fuck, I orgasm as my body detonates, breaks into pieces and I'm impaired and I think it's over, when she whispers in my ear to be patient, I obey, I can barely keep from scattering to the ground. She's fumbling in that Fendi bag of hers, and still, like some kind of car piston she moving in and out of me, as I rake my hand across my chattering teeth as I scream and orgasm again. I'm going haywire, banging my fists against the bricks and stomping the floor again, like a wild horse, uncontrollable, wanting to run until its guts explode. But, I'm not running anywhere, I can't, it's exactly what I wanted and now, what, I feel it, pressed against my ass. Wow, no fucking way, my eyes are like pin balls rotating to the back of my head as she rips the dildo into my ass. Sparks, my entire body, like some kind of over-stretched white rubber band goes rigid and I gulp, scream for air and I don't care about the welts on my forehead as she pushes her fist deeper, stays right there and then in and out the dildo goes, until I scream, panic, orgasm, and still I can't move as she goes deeper into my ass one last time.
I shudder, I fall, like some kid to my knees, shaking, weeping as I do, fuck, I thought I was tougher than that.
Then there she is, on her knees petting my wet hair like some kind of favorite pet. She is whispering to me things of sweetness as I turn my face to hers and she is smiling at me again, like I am an infant she just made happy by giving her some exotic toy.
My mascara is running down my cheeks. I'm blubbering and sniffling and mumbling some kind of nonsense about love and white picket fences and then she laughs, not mean, but gaily as she lifts my chin, touches the blue bruises on my forehead and then kisses me gently.
She is more beautiful than I remember. She waits for a moment, glances at that watch again, tilts her head, shrugs her shoulders and slowly, gently helps me back to my feet. Like that boa again, she wraps her body around me and holds me, she is tender and smells like jasmine, I love her.
After a moment, she peeks at her watch again and gives me a knowing wink. I succumb to reality, and allow her to lead me to the street. Hand and hand we wait, until a cab prowls up and stops from her uplifted swaying fingers. She turns, kisses me again and smiles. She is silent for a moment, then one last peck on my lips and she is inside the taxi and the door closes and she is gone.
I never saw the fucking bitch again.
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Copyright August 2007, J. Brooke
Published with permission from author on OystersandChocolate.com. Copying or reprinting this work in part or in whole without permission is illegal.
Originally published August 2007 - "One, Two, Orgy!"