The New Face of Erotic Literature 

Erotica's King

Pharaoh Robinson 

“Erotically eclectic, sensual intoxicating and a sexsensual delight is exactly what the erotic romance short story book “Chokolate” is!”  -Marsha, Florida USA



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If men have been labeled self-centered or sensually and sexually selfish, Pharaoh Robinson has truly set-out to dispel that notion with this erotic confectionary of erotic fantasy, lovemaking and romance in his sophomore book: "Chokolate". This is erotic fiction at it's best.

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"Chokolate" is a riveting erotic short story book laced with poetry. The stories are assorted flavors that are pieces of mental confection laced with pure, unadulterated passion and tantalizing fantasy written the way only Pharaoh Robinson can write them.



Young and gifted Pharaoh Robinson, at 33 years old; has a firm grasp on what erotic literature is and where it needs to go. As you read the words in his first book "Sexsensual" and now "Chokolate", therein lays a mature perspective of erotica, delivered with an abstract creativity. A sweet confection for any woman's soul, but Pharaoh's work is masculine enough to draw men in as well. The captivating and unique qualities of Pharaoh Robinson's writings are, that they are "in love" with women.

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"Blacker The Berry" by Pharaoh Robinson

"Blacker the Berry"

"Blacker the Berry, Sweeter the juice take your tongue and lick her roots..."

Summer of 2000 was a summer to remember. The weather was great. I had just finished my second year of college. My grades came out cool. I maintained my 3.0 grade point average by balancing the late night parties with studying in the early afternoon right before football practice. The highlight of my summer had to be Miss Gina Grayson. Thinking back, she was my summer job…

“Terrance, baby, could you trim the hedges a little lower and empty the grass in the back?”

“Yes ma’am”

“And oh, I have a hot plate ready for you in here when you done, Baby.”

“Okay.”

I watched Miss Grayson out of the corner of my eye as her small waist and full ass filled out her jean shorts and swayed side to side. The ninety-eight degree heat didn’t bother me, just the heat and hard-on pressing against my jeans. Good thing my soiled wife-beater covered for me.

Miss Grayson was gorgeous. Her dark skin shined healthy and bright, she had firm legs like she worked out, a flat stomach, and a walk that talked to me without any words.

I cut Miss Grayson’s yard for the better part of my summer - sweating, working, and often fantasizing about me just pleasing her in so many ways. How I would glide my lips and tongue over her Chokolate body. My heart raced as I pictured gripping her small waist and stroking her ass.

After I finished trimming her hedges and emptying the grass, I headed through the side door in the garage. Her house was nice and spacious.

“Terrance, baby, take your shoes off at the door for me.”

“Okay,”

“You can come eat in here,” Miss Grayson’s voiced echoed from the kitchen.

Sliding my dirty black Timberland boots off, I admired her beautiful house. It was open without all the clutter that filled my mother’s living room. Her dark brown Italian sofa looked extremely comfortable. I walked along the wall with built in shelves and admired her pictures. Miss Grayson lived alone but there was a picture of her and a man. They looked happy wrapped in each other's arms on what seemed to be a vacation trip.

“You ready to eat?”

“Yeah, you crept up on me.” “Did I scare you, Baby?”

“No just didn’t hear you coming,” I lied. “I should’ve bit you.”

We both laughed and headed toward the kitchen. I sighed as I walked behind her watching her walk, the movement of her hips and luscious ass. I could see the roundness pulling away from the top of her jeans and cupping in deep down at the bottom. Her cropped white tank top revealed her bra holding her grapefruit size breast.

The food looked delicious as I sat down. Looking over the meal I licked my lips at the sight of candied yams, collard greens, a bowl of black-eyed peas, BarBQ ribs, and a piece of golden cornbread. We both sat down paused and then began indulging in the meal. Every bite was better than the first. I gave an appetite-pleasing moan and smiled at Miss Grayson.

“Is it good? She asked.

“Miss Grayson you wasn’t playing. You put your foot in this,” I laughed. “Both feet.”

“Terrance you are crazy. I’m glad you like it,” she laughed.

“I have some peach cobbler in the oven and butter pecan ice cream, for desert.”

“You are for real in the kitchen, huh Miss Grayson? You cook like this all the time?”

I took in her body and bit my bottom lip as she bent over retrieving dishes from the washer. Her blossom into lovely heart shape with full hips expanding.

“Yes, I usually take the leftovers to work for my co-workers.”

“And Terrance call me Gina, okay? You make it sound like I’m an old woman.”

“How old are you Miss…Gina, I mean?”

“You know you not supposed to ask a woman her age, but I am 42 years old.”

“Man…” “Man what?”

“I mean, you look real good. Not just for your age but just good.”

“You trying to make me blush? “No.”

Well you did, and thank you.” “How old are you?”

“I’ll be 20 in August.” I responded wiping the corners of my mouth.

I slowed down my eating pace to catch my breath. I washed down my food with some of her homemade lemonade. Miss Grayson was even more attractive to me now that my stomach was satisfied. She had a gorgeous body and could cook her way to a winning election for Mayor if it was possible. I asked about the man in the picture. It was the first time she didn’t smile. She was short with me and explained the situation in concise, simple terms. They were supposed to get married but he got cold feet. So cold he went on a vacation and never came back.

Gina invited me into her den where her entertainment area was located. She had the perfect sized dark maroon chaise in the corner facing her flat screen TV. She offered me a seat and turned on the TV to ESPN. I watched her walk over to the sofa next to my seat. She sat with one leg crossed under her thigh, and the other leg hung down, showing of her sexy pedicure toes. She caught me glancing and smiled as I darted my eyes back to the TV.

“Excuse me. I am going to get comfortable. The heat was kicking my butt all day.”

She began to remove her bra from under her tank top and threw it to the floor. I watched as her breasts slowly adjusted to their new position. Her nipples pressed against the white cotton... That heat in my pants returned like it was running a sprint. I shifted in the chair to give it space.

“Terrance, how is college? I know all the girls are after you.”

“I had a good year. My grades were good. I didn’t let the girls get to me.”

“That’s good. You have your head on straight. And, you are a handsome young man, too.”

“Now you trying to make me blush.”

“No. But I would make you smile, Terrance” “What do you mean?”

I don’t know how I had missed her now hard nipples stretching her tank top erect. I licked my lips. I felt the unspoken energy and attraction as we made eye contact. She licked her lips and got up. Walking over to me, I watched like she was in slow motion. She gently leaned me back in the leather chaise and straddled me. I caressed her thighs with both hands and massaged her full soft ass cheeks that filled both of my hands. I began sucking her hard nipples through the fabric, leaving wet spots. Her breathing increased as she began removing my tank top. She guided her lips around my ear and sucked my lobes. She then trailed her tongue slowly down the side of my neck. She maneuvred one hand and skilfully unbuttoned my jeans and unzipped my zipper in one motion.

“These are in the way. Let me take these off.” “You just sit back and be still, Baby. I got you taken care of.”

She began sensually weaving the jean shorts off her hips. Her true curves came free. So much had been concealed in those jean shorts. I could see that her pussy was clean shaven, her wet full lips and protruding clit glowed. As, I stared, I tried to find my patience. She leaned forward and began licking my chest; French kissing my nipples and moaning as she savoured my body. I had never had this much attention. She schooled me slowly. She licked and kissed her way to the top of my open jeans.

“Hmmm, your lips feel so good.” “Baby, you taste so damn good.”

She pulled only the tip of my dick from my black briefs and swirled her tongue over the tip of my head. She sucked my tip with a massaging motion. She moaned and began removing my jeans. She never removed her mouth or used her hands as she snaked her head slurping my dick deeper in her throat. Lifting my hips and then kicking off my jeans she never lost her rhythm. I tightly gripped both arms of the chair as she bobbed, moaned, and slurped all of me.

“Oh shit…Damn Gina,” I moaned from my lips as my eyes rolled back. My legs shook and stomach tightened as I waved my hips and gripped her head.

“I’m coming…shit…uhhh” I felt like I would pass out.

As she took my dick down to the base with massaging, pulsating, strokes, slurps, and moans, my dick pulsated and jerked in the back of her throat as she took every ounce of me that filled her mouth. The intensity of the orgasm made me push away and try to slide up in the chair, but she followed me and gripped my hip with one hand and ass in the other. She sucked hungrily, and then harder as she moved her head faster.

“Mmm…mmm” came from her full mouth as if to tell me not to run. She sucked my legs stiff and they locked out straight.

Finally, her lips turned my still hard dick loose. Gina had the most seductive look in her eyes. My dick responded by getting harder and it jerked as she looked at it lying across my navel. As she straddled me, I looked at her clean shaven pussy. Her lips were glistening wet and she leaned forward and our tongues and lips danced and twisted in each other’s mouths. Straddling the chair and me, her warm tight lips sucked me into her. Gina groaned and gripped my head with her tongue still in my mouth. Her soft ass rested all the way down on my hips and thighs. I gripped her cheeks and massaged them apart. Our hips rotated in unison as she rocked and bounced. The sound of her wetness could be heard as her pussy glided up and down on my dick. Gina moaned as her hips swayed and bounced faster. She bit her bottom lip and growled passionately as her pussy made squirting sounds. She rode faster and her body quaked on top of me. I placed a firm grip on her ass and fucked her from the bottom, inducing her to multiple orgasms. The squirting sounds and the wet on my belly running down my thighs only inspired me more.

“Shit, Terrance! Oh shit, Terrance! Shit!!” Gina’s breathing was laboured between yells and screams.

I wrapped my arms around Gina and cupped her ass. I laid her on the hardwood floor. With one leg cupped in my arm and the other under her soft full ass I pushed in deep.

“Shit boy. What you trying to do to me?” She questioned.

I ignored the it and began answering her with deep, long strokes. Placing both of her legs on my shoulders, I thrust harder as my dick and hips clapped against her ass. She screamed for me to fuck harder, as her toes curled tight like fist. Her pussy began pulling and sucking at my dick as her legs vibrated and kicked. Gina was lost in her moans. My orgasm met hers as we made and held eye contact. Our moans sung, echoing in the room. I collapsed on her chest. We breathed and lay with no words. Our breaths of satisfaction were holding a conversation all their own.

“Boy, Gina, you are something else.” I laughed. “Blacker the berry…”

“What you say?” Gina asked.

“I said blacker the berry sweeter the juice” as I smiled at Gina.

We both laughed and lay on the floor. This was the start of a summer to remember, and one to never forget.

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"MIND ME" by Pharaoh Robinson

“Mmmm…mmm....mmmmm"” the startled muffled sounds of desperation were partly muted from Karice’s gagged mouth.

The footsteps were loud and acoustic in the room as she lay with her hands tied. The cool breeze from an open window could be felt drifting across her nude body. Her nipples were submissively erect from the chill of the wind. The room was dark, except for the glow of the street lights, and the moonlight, casting a grayish silver radiance glow throughout the room. The sound of traffic and occasional car horns could be heard in the distance.

“"Tonight is the night Karice. I’ve tried to ask you, to not try and evade me. I will discipline you tonight. You will enjoy this against your own will,”" he said in a deep baritone voice, from across the dark room.

She began to tremble at the thoughts that began to race through her mind. Was this the end? Would she be the five o’clock news? She began to fight the restraints for an escape; the straps were tight around her ankles and wrist. Her body was bound and her fighting was useless.

"“Stop...stop, Karice there is nowhere to run,”" the baritone voice signed.

The footsteps inched closer to her into the light. The dark silhouette stopped short of revealing himself in entirety, giving only the appearance of a well built muscular bald-head man with defined sturdy legs. He was around five foot ten. His breathing was steady and calm. The brown manhood was lengthy and thick in girth dangling half angled to the right. Karice’s eyes were momentarily distracted by the eye-catching sight. He licked his lips while rubbing his hands together.

"“I know you are wondering who I am and what I want. Karice you’'ve been bad to yourself. And I am, well, your sexual regulation.”" He walked out of the shadows with strong defined cheek bones, full lips, and broad naturally arched eyebrows. The man’s skin was porcelain black, so dark the darkness combated his skin color. He as erotic. He was exotic.

Karice’s body grew limp. Her eyes were steady. In this fearful moment she found calmness, a piece of unexplainable stillness. She gazed at his face, at his palatable length and girth, at his strapping defined legs, then reverted back to his stern face. He was not intimidating, but there was no underestimation of the power he possessed.

“"You'’ve fantasized about me."” Walking closer he hovered over her body at the foot of the bed, which was covered in black satin sheets. Her heart raced with anxiety. Her thighs were slick and wet with sweat. The room itself was humid, her body heat rose, and a thick moistness was mounting its arrival between her vertical lips.

She almost closed her eyes and quickly redirected her eyes to his approaching hands. She followed his hands against the rise and fall of her body. Her body was shaking. They glided across her pedicured feet. They were warm and large as he grasped her right foot lifting it to his mouth. He methodically savored each of her toes smallest to largest and back. The man’s eyes never left hers as he savored her feet. A savory groan escaped his lips. Slowly he engulfed all of her toes of her size seven-foot at once. Karice’s low muffled moans were of embarrassment, uncertainty and of pleasure. She couldn’t resist the erogenous zone his mouth had created through her feet. The electricity of pleasure trickled throughout her entire body. Karice watched with almost passionate eyes. She was unaware of the thick cream that began flowing from within her pulsating lips, between her thighs.

“"You’'ve been so unruly in denying me every night,"” he said releasing her foot and licking his lips. “"You hide from me. You hide from yourself - imprisoning the both of us."”

He crawled up beside her. Karice was face to face with his body kneeling next to her. Her heart raced at a relentless pace. Her breast rose and fell repeatedly. He untied her hands bound with black lace underwear panties.

“"If I untie you will you free yourself?”" he stared awaiting an answer.

“"When I untie you, don’t run from me this time.”"

Karice slowly shook her head in an obeying manner; she was not brave enough to move and try to escape. A part of her wanted to flee,and a deeper part wanted to stay. He took her hand.

“"Calm down."” He placed his thickness in her hands. Karice held it, her hand shaking. “"It’s yours, it’s been yours. How does it feel? Stroke it.” Embrace me."

Karice paused looking up at the uncompromising brown eyes. His eyes told her this was not a request but a demand. Karice began softly stroking his large manhood. His head was large and smooth. He felt hot and ridged. She could not fully embrace his thickness. Secretly Karice salivated from her gagged mouth, soaking the underwear that bound her mouth.

“"He will be your discipline stick tonight. You have no control over what I will do to you, none."” He removed her hand and took his hot dick and slid it across her cheeks and lips. She momentarily closed her eyes. His body heat warmed her cheek. Karice vertical lips twitched with sensation and hunger.

“"You have been so wrong to yourself,"” he said tracing his manhood back and forth. "“I will correct this, this sexual miseducation. You will never forget me. I will forever be accessible. I am your sexual necessity.”"

Karice was entranced by this man, his words, his physical being and the unknown. She simply nodded as he spoke.

“ He took off the red lace panties that bound her mouth. He stared at her. Karice stared back.

“"Take me… and lose yourself."” The command was calm and guiding.

Karice still lying on her back leaned her head to the side. She took the tip of his thick head with her tongue into her watering mouth and clenched her thighs. Her eyes faded back, and then shut, as she sucked slowly. The traffic noise went mute. She took him deeper as saliva drizzled from the corner of her mouth. He leaned forward. He parted her thighs, pulling her legs apart and under his arms positioning himself directly over her. His warm lips sucked each vertical lip with perfect pressure. He slurped at the thick cream juice that flowed from Karice’s body. She clenched her toes tight. She grabbed his hips, pulling him deeper into her throat.

“"You taste like you always do,”" he said burying his lips and tongue hungrily into her. “"You taste heavenly every night.”"

Karice was trying to decipher the meaning of his words, they had never met. Karice’s body began to quake as he French kissed her pussy and massaged his finger into her wet ass. He pumped his large dick in and out her mouth as she slurped and screamed. She bucked and clenched her toes feverishly exploding. He stroked her pulsating ass with his middle-finger and gulped the flow of the orgasmic fluids from her lips. Karice began to tap and then slap his thighs involuntarily. Scratching his body in submission, to no avail, as she exploded again having to release his dick and scream.

"“Oh God, oh God, Oh my, oh ma!"…” Karice squealed and held her breath as her body lost control and erupted again. “"I can’t...I can’t...I’m coming …I’m coming …I’m coming,"” she screamed!

He finally set her pussy free and positioned his body between Karice’s legs.

"“This is just the beginning,”" he said slapping her thighs holding his inflexible dick steady. "“Set yourself free Karice. And don’t use your hands. Let your pussy find its way to me."”

Karice complied lifting her hips up to his waiting manhood. She parted her saturated lips with his head. Karice watched her pussy slide up and down on him. Each time she licked her lips in amazement at the wet glazed icing that grew thicker with each stroke. She was finding every sweet spot she never knew she had, she came. The sopping sound of her deprived pussy clenched with satisfaction. Mentally, she was in a state of orgasm and the eruption was when her body would catch up with her mental state multiple times over.

"“Turn this unruly pussy over. Fuck me until you find yourself.”"

Never had curse words sounded so sensual, commanding and needed. Karice rolled over on her knees, pressing her breast to the sheets, arching her ass up. She waited anxiously for him and spread her cheeks.

The presence of one stroke, subdued everything sexual she thought she knew. “Oh ma….” Karice gripped the sheets and came, hard. He held it deep. Leaning over her back to her ear, he didn’t move directly, but with muscular control he made his dick pulsate and move inside her.

"“Never deny me.” He soft sucked her ear. “Never refute me. This dick or your body'’s need...for me.”" With each syllable he would pulsate his dick and Karice’s body would shake with minor orgasmic eruptions.

He leaned up and gripped Karices’ ass, parting her cheeks and stroking her pussy in methodic rhythm. The way he knew her body and controlled her orgasm, scared her. She clenched her sheets, then bit them and buried herself in orgasm- in them.

"“Stop fighting me, and let go, completely go,”" he moaned as he gripped the back of her neck firmly. “"Yes, mind me. Make this pussy mind me. It will always do what I want.”"

He stroke in hard staccato burst that made Karice ass clap against his skin. She was awe struck, the sound of her body’s involuntary response. She gritted her teeth to the grinding sound that could be heard in her head. In sexual reflex she back bucked. She couldn’t scream. The sobbing she heard in her head was her own as she cried and repeatedly spouted liquid climaxes. This out of body experience rendered her helpless. Only a face drenched with tears and sobbing could be heard.

“"Please don’t, don’t stop. Don’t ever leave don’t ever take it out."…” Karice sobbed repeatedly.

For the first time her cries brought her back to reality. She was lost in the sexual authenticity of the moment. Karice’s body bucked and screamed as she fought with the sheets of her beds. Her face was drenched. She opened her eyes moaning and grabbing at her fingers lodging deeply in and out of her pussy. They pumped like hydraulics as she came and trembled staring at her ceiling fan spinning slowly.

"“Oh my God! What is this?” Her body was shaking. “What am I doing?”"

Her bed sheets were soaked. She removed her shaking hand and fingers coated with her orgasm, sticky between her fingers. Fluid ran down her hand. She gazed at her shaking legs opening them to see her sheets glazed with thick cum. She dropped her head back in awe.

“"A dream? Oh my God. A dream? Are you fucking serious?”"

Her mind ran as she caught her breath. She sighed and paused. She remembered the man. His body, his voice, his words, his dick. She looked around.

“I’m going crazy.”

She gasped at the sight of her red laced panties tied in a knot and two more black pair lying next to them.

“What is this?” She was mystified and confused. “Look at my bed, my sheets.”

They looked as if they had been vandalized with water. They were wet, wild and sticky clinging to her body.

Karice laid back and recollected her dream. Clear as day in the back of her head. His voice rang out. "“Karice don’t ever forget me. Remember me. Mind me.”"

She closed her eyes; her hands roamed, and she began to mind herself.

~~~from the book "Sexsensual" by Pharaoh Robinson~~~ 
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Dirty Diana from the book "Chokolate" by Pharaoh Robinson

“Tonight,  I decided  to never again hide “her”.  I will release her and hope he will not judge me or run from me.  I will force him to accept this piece, this intricate part of me I buried deep inside. I played the homely wife for so long. I will never again after tonight, hide myself.”  – Dirty Dana

            “Help! Somebody help me!” Michael’s breathing was deep and full of the unknown. His breathing was laced with fear.  He struggled against the restraints that were secured around his wrist and ankles binding him to what seemed to be a chair. The blindfold was tight around his eyes; he could only see the extremely dim lighting of what seemed to be the fireplace.

            “Help! Why the hell am I naked! What the…,” inquired Michael’s baritone voice.

            “Michael...Michael...”

            “Who’s there? Who are you?”  Michael questioned. 

“Calm down Michael. It’s ok, Baby. I need you to just relax.”

The click-clack of her heels neared from behind.  Michael’s head swiveled to follow and find the direction from where the approaching heels were coming.

            The voice echoed carrying into the room.  Her near-naked body was laced only with a silk white robe and black high heels.  Slowly, she dropped the robe as if he could see her and began to admire her rising nipples one by one.  The slurping sound could be heard as she savored her own plump nipple that sagged slightly back into place each time and moaned. She traced her nails across his head slowly, palmed his cheeks and then slowly dragged her nails down his neck and chest, then caressed his long ‘half-mast, high-anxiety filled’ dick.

             “I had to do it this way. I want…. and need you to understand me.” The woman stated as she licked her lips and freed her jet-black silk mane that flowed effortless to the middle of her back. Her coal black skin defied midnight and glimmered with oiled curves.

            “Kara is that you?  What the…what is this shit?” The curiosity rose in his nervous voice. “Why the hell am I tied up and naked in a damn chair? Where am I? What is this about? You better…”

            The slap silenced him immediately,  knocking the rest of the sentence and thought from his head. She gripped his cheeks and told him,  “Listen you are in my world! Do you understand?...

            She continued, “This is about me, Baby.  I have to give, or should I say, 'show' you someone. Now, you need to be a good boy, you may just like her, maybe.”

She was leaning in his ear. Her voice was different; intense, controlling and seductive. (She took his earlobe into her mouth with her tongue.

            “Show me who? What’s wrong with you? You need to talk to me, Kara!”

            The crackling of the fire was the only sound filling the room.  Her nipples were hard. The occasional caressing sensation only erected them more.  The slick nectar pooled inside her thighs as she moved around him.  Her heels clicked and clacked against the hardwood floors.

            There was a momentary silence.  Kara slowly straddled her husband’s legs and began to massage her clit slowly.  Moaning, she took the wetness on her fingers and traced his lips once more. She took her finger and sucked the remaining juices into her throat savoring her taste. When he licked his lips, she slapped his face hard. It echoed throughout the room.

            “What in the hell was that for? Shit!” Michael steamed and fought against his restraints. He bucked his hips to no avail.

            “Awww, you don’t like it? Or, should I say 'her'?” Kara snickered, gripping his face with her left hand and his hot warm manhood in her right… enough to take control.

 “She gets better…  You’ll see.”

            She dragged the flat of her tongue across his cheeks and kissed him deeply… forcefully dancing her tongue into his mouth. The kiss calmed him momentarily. The confusion and shock seemed to take his body.  Kara caressed his now fully hard dick with her hand and stroked it.

            “Yes, relax this will be painless. Unless you make it otherwise.”

            “You… you not going to hurt me are you…, Baby?” his anxiety-stricken voiced asked.

An evil grin surfaced over Kara’s face as she stared at her helpless lover.  Her pussy pulsated at the power she had imposed on his six foot four Adonis-like brownish bronze frame.  Ignoring his plea, she released his face. Bending down, she snarled with an animalistic sound as she took him in whole, her tongue against his scrotum and slurped up. She drooled and sucked leaving the tip of his dick with a pop from her lips as she moaned.  Again she straddled him looking down at her saliva-drenched work. Michael stared up at her with the blindfold on like he could see.

            “You don’t even like doing that.”

            “I don’t but she does. You just never let me do it her way.” Kara said massaging her clit and tasting herself.  Her hips moved and vibrated, as she got louder.

“I hid her.” She moaned, removed her hand and sucked her fingers clean.  “I kept her away from you.” She she said and sopped her fingers hungrily again.

“Hid who? Who, Baby?”

“I hid her all this time, thinking you would…” Kara groaned.

“What the hell? What is that?”

“It’s her. It’s all her!”

The hot fluid spewed across Michael’s chest, sprayed  his face, and ran down his legs. He could feel her vibrating body as she shrieked and release the warm fluid all over him again.

“What the…is that piss? This is crazy!”

Slap

“Don’t fucking judge me.” 

The sting from her hand reverberated shutting his words off midsentence again.

“Don’t ever judge us again. No, that was her. Talking to you, saying everything I have always wanted to and held back.”

Kara’s legs collapsed and sat straddling her husband. She gripped his head and shook him.

“I love you. She loves you. But you have to learn to let us be…and love us.” She licked his cheek slowly and whispered.

“Each and every time I come it will be like this. We squirt, our orgasms are not normal, but we are Learn to love it.”

She pressed her breast against his wet chest. Michael's manhood was still throbbing, his mind was perplexed.

She gripped his fever pitch dick and, with her other hand, she traced his lips with her juices. She stared down into the blindfold as if she were staring into his eyes giving him a false sense of impunity.  She then kissed him deeply working her tongue in her husband’s mouth which emitted more arousal. He wanted to retreat, but he was completely consumed by the event taking place that moment. Her actions and words had complete control over him, but he still wanted answers.

Kara descended to her knees and pulled Michael’s hips to the edge of the chair and gazed at him while doing so.

“You will enjoy this maybe” She smirked.

Kara stared at Michael’s dick licking her lips. He stared wondering what was to come next. He was quiet. He was tamed.  Kara covered his dick with her mouth winding her neck ever so slowly enjoying his thick hard meat in muffled growls. With his manhood still engulfed in her throat, she worked her tongue against the base of his shaft and upper portion of his balls.  Her mouth watered releasing her saliva from the corners of her mouth. She took her free hand and began massaging his hardened prostate with her fingers.  Finally, she pulled her head up gasping in enjoyment.

“You taste delicious, so thick… so long.” She panted not bothering to wipe the flowing juices from her glazed mouth.   

Without warning she slid down again.

“Oh shit!” slipped from Michael’s lips again.

As she slurped viscously at her husband’s dick, her fingers moved up and down against his prostate.  Gripping his hips she pulled him to the edge of the chair. She pulled away licked her middle finger and pressed it against his rectum.     

“What are you --?” He feared her but was drawn into her; into this other woman that had been hidden inside his woman’s body.

Kara shut off her husband’s words midsentence once more, consuming his manhood in one swallow.  This time, long stroking it until the tip dangled from her lips, pushing her finger half way in his anus.  Michael arched his back in violation and in pleasure. As she engulfed him again she slid her finger ever so slowly further in. This unknown, never before felt sensation was a sexual breach, yet uncharted territory.

“Oh 'ma' God!” Michael dropped his head back in sexual confusion.

Kara worked her head with tremendous fervor as if her life depended on her husband’s dick. She gagged herself until her eyes watered. Michael’s body began to vibrate against her mouth as it continuously salivated with no abandon. He saw that her whole face was soaked. He could hear the beat of his heart in his own ears: words he formed that didn’t make sense in his head. Kara removed her mouth and kept stroking her finger in and out of him.

“You like it.” She snickered wiping saliva from her chin.

“No, I don’t. I don’t.”

Slap!

“Yes! I do!”

Diana gripped his dick in one hand stroking it, and massaged him anally with her other. He nodded in submission to the climax that was building.

Kara fondled just the head of Michael’s dick with her tongue this time as he groaned pressing himself deeper inside her throat penetrating new places of climax.He began bucking into Kara’s mouth, her eyes watered. Painted tears of bronze mascara etched her face.  She wouldn’t pull away or release his manhood from her throat. She had to release her, Diana had to be free. Her body, like Michael’s, was present, but her mind was off somewhere deep in the realm of passion and pleasure.  Her orgasm was purely cerebral, brought on by the immense satisfaction of her husband’s moans and uncontrollable foreign dialect that made no sense but was clear in connotation.  Kara screamed and sucked simultaneously. Her body lost control and spewed juiced in a stream down her butterfly-motion moving legs. Michael’s orgasm was a powerful experience as he released a thick, watercourse of fluid from his pulsating dick down her throat. Michael’s hips jolted in disjointed movements against the restraints, shaking as his toes curled and popped. Kara savored all she could and what she couldn’t, flowed from the corners of her mouth down her chin as she swallowed her accolades.

“You taste so good, Baby. We like you. We love the way you taste.” Kara said with a glazed face. She left nothing to the chance of hitting the floor as she took her fingers, wiping her chin then savoring the juices from her fingers.

“Kara never swallowed or would do this.” She smirked.

Michael’s head dropped down in mental exhaustion. The energy of his orgasm had sap him. He panted; no words. Just breathed . He looked up no longer confused, simply in awe by what had just taken place. All his questions had been answered. She finally removed the blindfold from his eyes so that he could see.

“I’m sorry if I never saw who you were, or made you feel like you could not be you. All of you.” he stated bewildered at his own epiphany in the moment.

            “I will leave you now my love. And anytime, and I mean anytime, you want to meet her.” Kara said, taking her hand and rubbing her clit, then tasting herself. “We will be here all night, just call out “Dirty Diana.”

            “Just be naked in that chair sitting waiting and asked for Diana…Dirty Diana.”

“She will be there in charge and coming to take you there…”  Kara breathlessly mouthed as she sauntered away.

“Kara? Are you going to untie me?” Michael asked still sitting there in the dark in front of the fireplace. His body glowed with a slick coat of sweat.

Kara sighed and let her hair down and continued walking upstairs. Her long, sexy, curvy silhouette in stride.