Erotic Tale: The High Rise pt. 1

By: Victoria Bleu

“Come here….” Chris instructed

Chris leaned back bare on the sofa, Rocky Patel between his fingers, smoke curling toward the ceiling. Nicki rose from the bed, the lace of her red bra sliding off her shoulders before tumbling to the floor. Her brown skin shimmered in the night glow, curves carved by moonlight. She dropped to her knees—slow, deliberate—until her lips found his masterpiece.

slurp slurp mmmmmm slurp

"Nicki......what.....the fuckkk!" said Chris

 Hawktauh....slurp slurp hawktuah slurp

Chris exhaled deep as Nicki’s mouth worked rhythm over length, her tongue gliding like silk over steel. He groaned, “That’s how you feel?” as the cigar slipped from his hand, forgotten.

Her saliva dripped, her hands stroked, one finger teasing lower, circling, daring. His body buckled—moans torn from his chest as Nicki’s tongue traced the tip of his dick to the bottom of his ass.

The combination of hand strokes, balls sucking, ass fingering and sucking.....“Fuck… you know whatchu’ doing,” he hissed, legs spreading wider, Chris surrendered piece by piece.

When his release came, it was volcanic—hot, messy, unrelenting. Nicki pulled back just in time, Chris barely missing her face, her lips curled into a wicked smile.

Chris stood up, barely able to stand on wobbling legs! Pissed and drunk on lust, Chris yanked her up, walked them to the edge of his California King bed. He bent Nicki over the edge, caressing her soft round ass, Chris shifted her red lace boyshorts aside like curtains opening to a stage! He entered her swollen pussy in one smooth stroke....

"FUCK BABY! Why this pussy so wet?" he asked rhetorically as he slid into her pool.

Gasps. Moans. The sound of skin clapping against skin echoed like applause in the dark room. His thumb teased her back door while his hips drove merciless rhythms.

"Baby what are doing to me?" Cried Nicki! "This dick feels so fucking good!"

“Whose pussy this is?” he demanded.

CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP ass smack

“Yours, Daddy!” Nicki screamed. “All yours!”

“That’s what I thought.” he growled.

ass smack

"Daddy beat this pussy up!!" she Begged.

Chris went harder.

As nicki tried to crawl on the bed, she screamed her moans!

"Don’t run from me! Didn’t I tell you not to stop?" Chris demanded

"YES…mmmmm…YESSS DADDY!!!"

ass smack

Gripping the sheets, Nicki cried, "I'm sorry baby! oh my God I'm sorry!"

CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP

Chris ripped Nicki’s panty exposing her where the sun doesn’t shine. He quickly sucked his right thumb and while holding Nicki's waist, he gently stuck his thumb in her ass, stroking it to the rhythm of his pounds....

"BAAAAEEEEE!" Nicki yelled as she's moaning and hyperventilating....

CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP

"That's what I thought!" Chris arrogantly said as he smacked her ass for the final time.

His pace slowed, deliberate now—every stroke a threat and a promise. While simultaneously pulling his thumb out of her ass and his big, thick dick out of her pussy, Nicki exhaled "sshittt baby!" Chris planted soft kisses down her spine, biting her ass. He then rolled her onto her back. Nicki opened her legs wide exposing her creamy pie! Chris rubbed his dick up and down Nicki’s wet ass pussy and the crack of her ass, teasing her!

“Chhrriissss please!!!!” Nicki cried

“Shut that shit up and take this dick.” Chris commanded. As he reached for the lube that was patiently waiting on the bed, he squeezed the bottle and the warm, silicone liquid rained on her ass!

"OH SHIT NICKI!" Nicki yelled as Chris dick crept in her back door.

"BAEEE!" Nicki whimpered.

“Relax, baby I got you! Just breathe baby" Chris coached. Nicki turned her head to the right, facing the massive window that overlooked the city. Not caring to enjoy the moonlight, she closed her eyes….

“ummm hmmm….just like that baby! Daddy gon take care of you! Chris moaned. “Relax mama!”

As Nicki began to take deep breaths, Chris was hypnotized by the shadow of sex he saw in his window. Suddenly—Chris stopped. His eyes glared at his window and immediately shifted to the entrance of his bedroom. His expression transitioned from lust to… shock.

“Nicki…” his voice dropped, low and dangerous. “We’re not alone.”

As her body froze, her eye lids flew open towards the glass wall overlooking the city—where a silhouette stood in the moonlight, watching....

Waiting To Spill Again....

Victoria Bleu

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