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created on 02/12/2007  |  http://fubar.com/through-my-eyes/b54832

Erotic Arts Ball

Sapphire and I went to an erotic arts ball. The ball was kind of boring so we left to go fuck. As soon as we got to my car I bent her over and fucked her a bit and then quickly got her back to the hotel and got my dick in her mouth.

She sucked it real good for Daddy so I rewarded her by bending her over a chair and then letting her sit on the dick

I finished things off by busting all in her mouth and like a good girl she swallowed every drop.

EuftisEmery at Rude


Club Onyx

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I’ve had the opportunity to check out Club Onyx and I must say that I’m very impressed. The first thing that I’d like to mention about the club is the security. Before you can even drive into the parking lot you’re stopped by armed security that checks your glove compartment and trunk for drugs and weapons. So don’t drive to the spot dirty.



Once you get past the security in the parking lot you then have to get a pat down before you walk through the door and walk through a metal detector. Security is tight because they had to deal with a lot of shootouts in the parking lot. So forget all the bad press you heard about the spot because they have things under control now.



Onyx is huge with a bar and billiards area in the front and the strip club in the back. I walked into the spot around 1am and the house was crunk. I walked into the club area and was caught dead in my tracks as I took the huge club in.



They were runnin’ about forty girls deep with a large stage in the middle of the room with two smaller stages at the opposite ends. I had to search for a seat (fyi get in before midnight and finally found one available in a less than ideal spot.



After I sat down I let my eyes take in the eye candy and was treated to ass stacked on top of ass! If you love ass Onyx is the spot to be. They try to keep things pretty fresh in the spot with a rotation of 30% of the girls coming in from out of town and the rest of the girls being local.



The local girls are st8 pullable if you got some game and if you don’t have game the majority of the out of town females are available for take out. Table dances are $10 with VIP dances running $20.



The VIP is just a raised area off the mail floor with no privacy so don’t waste your money ‘cause you can get away with as much on the main floor as you can in the VIP for half the money.
There is literally something for everyone at Onyx but my personal favorites are Platinum and Ms. Erica.



Platinum



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She’s by far my favorite. Sexy, sweet, nasty and as you can see BANGIN’! Platinum truly enjoys her work as an erotic entertainer and her sweet disposition will win you over much before you really notice how well she’s shaped up and when you do take her fully in you’ll be hooked.



Ms. Erica



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One work amply defines Ms. Erica. Sexy. She sexy and she knows it but I ain’t mad at her. Erica lacks the communication of Platinum but her lap dances are fire. She is one of the handful dances that has ever gotten my dick hard from a lap dance.



If you’re in Charlotte be sure to check out Club Onyx.

Lust Mate

I knocked on Lenorah’s door wondering what sight I would be greeted with this time. She put the V in voluptuous and I couldn’t wait to see how she had adorned her 44-28-50 frame on this evening. For those of you who think fine women only wear a size five I beg to differ. Lenorah had a flighty personality. She was the type of female who was always looking for something new and exciting to do and she would often leave town at the last minute for a trip to the West Indies or a gig with her band. She continually pressed me for a committed relationship but what she really wanted was a man who would meet her every whim when she decided that she wanted to be in town. I didn’t play that shit but I strung her along just enough so that I could hit it. I know it was wrong but it was a lust thing and I had to have what she had to offer. Lenorah opened her door and Sergio immediately got hard as he always did in her presence. She wore a frilly white blouse with a plunging v-cut neckline and skin tight pocket less jeans that laced in the front and back. “Damn!”, I exclaimed appreciatively looking at her coke bottle shape as I walked in and closed her door. “Hey honey…”, Lenorah said smiling as she clasped her arms around my neck and gave me a light kiss with her thick dick sucking lips. “You know I need more than just a peck baby.”, I told her as I stuck my hand down the back of her pants and squeezed her ass as I commenced to slob her down. After several minutes she leaned away from me smiling. “Honey…your thang is hard. All you have to do is look at me…don’t you?”, she asked in genuine amusement. “And you know this!”, I purred turning her around and pushing her onto her knees on her couch. “Hoooooney! We can do this when we get back from dinner.”, she protested feebly. “You should have had your clothes on when I got here. You knew I was gonna want to hit this before we left.” She laughed. My clothes are on…my pants are just untied. I wanted you to do it for me when you got here. Uhhhhhhh…ohhhh honey you know I like that.”, she moaned as my tongue ran up the crack of her ass. Licking her phat ass was her weakness as well as mine and she gave it up with a quickness whenever I did it. I got to business and spread her ass so that I could twirl my tongue around her anus. “Ohhhhhhhh hooooooney! All you have to do to have sex with me is lick my ass.” “I’m just gonna hit it a little bit and then we are going to go out baby.” “Okay…” “Just lick…mmmpfffhhhh….your ass a little bit.” “Okay…” “mmmmppfhhhh….and fuck you doggy style a bit. And then we’ll go to dinner.” “Okay…baby…uhhhhhhhh….” I kept Lenorah on her knees for another thirty minutes while I alternated from rimming her and fucking her from behind. After savoring my sexual appetizer I let her up looking forward to finishing her off when we got back. “Honey…now I need to wash up because you got me all wet.” “Do that then. And change your outfit. I want to see you in a dress and I got a little surprise for you.” “Okay honey. What do you want me to wear?” “Put on that long black dress and some heels.” “If I put some heels on I’ll be taller than you. Will you have a problem with that?” “I want to see your sexy ass in some heels. I don’t have a problem if your taller than me. You won’t be when I put you on your knees when we get back.” “Honey….you so nasty!”, she replied laughing. Lenorah went to the bathroom, washed up ,put on lipstick, changed her panties and put on her long black dress. She walked back into the living room carrying her heels. “Is this what you wanted to see me in honey?”, she asked me seductively. The dress I asked her to wear hugged each and every curve on her luscious body and I was very appreciative. She sat down on the couch and began to put on her shoes when I stopped her. “Take off your panties honey. Here is your surprise.”, I said as I pulled out a purple thong with a built in vibrator. Lenorah looked at it confused not understanding why I wanted her to wear it. “The thong I have on is nicer than that one honey.”, she said standing up, turning around and pulling the back of her dress up so that I could see her cheetah print thong. “Damn baby!”, I exclaimed looking at her pretty ass. “You…are…fucking with me. “No I’m not.”, Lenorah laughed mischievously. “Ohhhh…yes you are. And if you don’t stop I will have to take that dress off. Put this on. It has a built in vibrator.” “Honey you are so nasty.”, Lenorah laughed as her eyes lit up. She daintily peeled off her underwear and put on the purple thong with a built in vibrator right over the clit. She put on the thong and began to pull her dress down when I hit the on switch on the remote control for the vibrator. Lenorah’s body tensed up and she sucked in her breath. I left the vibrator on until she squeezed her legs together in pleasure throwing her head back. “Ohhhhhhhhhh hooooooney…”, that feels so good. “Just giving you a taste of what’s in store for tonight babe.”, I commented as I stepped into her space and ran my tongue across her lips. “Let’s go!”, I said with finality as I pushed her forward in the small of her back so I could watch her big ass move as we walked out the door. ********** We went to Beluga’s, a Sushi and Asian-Western fusion restaurant in the Hyatt Park section of Cincinnati. As we entered the trendy restaurant thumping bass from the DJ-spun dance tunes as televisions showing lingerie-clad models waltzing down the catwalk flashed in the various rooms. The Asian hostess looked up and raised her eyebrow when she saw me. I had been there two weeks earlier with Gaea and I guess she was surprised to see me with another woman. I tensed up for a minute, thinking that she would playa hate and say something to give me away. She didn’t though and lead us to our table. I let Lenorah get ahead of me so I could watch her nice hips sway as she walked and discreetly reached in my pocket and hit the on switch on the remote controlled vibrator. Lenorah stumbled a bit as the vibrations hit her clit and looked back at me with eyes beseeching me to turn it off. I gave her some respite and turned it off so that she could make it to the table. “Honey….this is so erotic.”, she said. “I always wanted to do something like this.” I smiled in reply and we each looked over our menus to determine what we wanted to eat. After about ten minutes the waiter came to the table and asked for our drink order. I told him that we were ready to order dinner and he pulled out his pad and took our order. Lenorah decided to change her mind on her order and told me to go first. I ordered some Ebi, Hanachi, and my favorite, Anago. The waiter then turned to Lenorah, and as she opened her mouth I hit the on switch of the vibrator again. She gripped a handful of table cloth in her hand and sucked in her breath. The waiter looked at her with raised eyebrows but said nothing. Lenorah composed herself the best she could and ordered a steak in a wispy voice as her eyes fluttered. The waiter stared at her with a nervous smile on his face not comprehending what was going on. He completed taking her order and as his back turned to us I pumped up the vibration on the toy to maximum. “Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm”, Lenorah moaned as she licked her licks savoring the feeling and rested her head on the table clawing at the table cloth. I left the toy on deliciously torturing her for another several minutes before turning it off. “ Ahhhhhh…..honey that feels good.”, Lenorah purred. “I’ve missed you honey. You got me addicted to you.” “I’m addicted to you to baby.”, I replied. “You just miss the sex.”, Lenorah replied with a sour expression on her face. “No…..I miss you.” “Really honey?” “Yes.”, I said simply. “Honey…I have been so lonely. “ “Then why haven’t you come to see me more often?” “I want to. I want to see you but I want to spend time with you. More than just sex. But that seems like all we do. Don’t get me wrong. I love it honey. I love it when we do things like this. But I just want to spend more simple time with you. Doing nothing. But you always seem so busy. I feel like you don’t have time for me. There are so many things going on with me know…like the band. I want to share all this excitement that has been going on with me with someone…” “Someone?”, I replied with Lenorah missing the point that I was not really her problem. “Did you hear what I said?” “Yes I did Lenorah.”, I replied getting a bit irritated with the direction she was taking the conversation. “I don’t feel like we just have sex. But that’s how you see it.” “Honey….” “Baby….don’t start. Let’s just spend time together.” “Don’t close me out like that. Euftis…I miss you when your not around. But it’s hard to tell you. I want to be your baby, but I don’t feel you are receptive to that. I want a relationship with you. A real one. I want to be together but I am afraid that you will run again. So I try not to crowd you.” “Lord why me?”, I thought to myself. My mind scrambled for the correct thing to say. I didn’t want Lenorah’s fine ass to get upset because I planned on fucking her ass….literally. I exhausted my list of responses and realized that there was only one thing that I could say that would shut her up and get me laid. But if I said it I would be breaking a major rule of The Mack Association (T.M.A.). I didn’t want to get points taken away from my T.M.A. card so I placed a sad look on my face and said nothing. Men…if you find you don’t know the correct thing to say to a woman just shut the fuck up. Nine times out of ten they will ramble away until they talk themselves out of the problem. “Honey….see…your not saying anything. I am pouring my heart out to you. “I hear you sweetie.”, I said looking sadder and putting a dab of innocence into my expression. “ Honey but you didn’t say anything. I want you to reply to what I said. Don‘t give me that innocent look like you haven‘t done anything!” “How am I supposed to reply? I miss you when your not around. I want to be with you. What more do you want me to say?” “Reassure me that you won’t run away. Am I scaring you by saying all this?” “No baby. Don’t worry. I am not going to run.”, Lenorah really got on my last nerve with her two bit psycho analysis of me. “How do I know that? Or are you just saying that?” “You don’t know Lenorah. So what now?” “See…don’t be getting smart with me while I am pouring my heart out to you!” “Ohhhh good Lord!”, I thought. “Baby“. I answered. “I am being honest.” “Honey….” “Honey what?”, I answered fighting to keep the irritation I felt out of my voice. ”You just don’t seem receptive to me when I talk like this so I just keep things to myself. Maybe you don’t know how to respond to things like this but it gives me the impression that you don’t care. “I do care for you sweetie.”, I replied as our waiter returned to the table with our food. “I have a problem asking you for what I want from you don’t I? Then I complain later…don’t I? “Yes.” “Well…honey…help me!” “I’m trying dear.” “I told you I don’t know how to have a relationship. You think I’m kidding?” “I see your not.” “I told you before. I think you think I’m kidding or trying to get over or something. But I am for real. I have spent most of my time avoiding getting into a relationship. “Awwwwwwww….” “I am for real. So I need help.” “Ok baby.” “You don’t make it easy for me.” “Stop complaining and let‘s work on it.” “You sit back and just observe. Then I make all the mistakes and then you point fingers at me and tell me how bad I am.” “Point fingers at you!”, I thought. “I’m just trying to get my fuck on! You’re the one complaining all the damn time!” “I won’t do that anymore sweetie.” “Then I run, or just sit still and then we never grow. We should have been a lot further in our relationship by now.” “Ohhhh good Lord if you were not such a good fuck I would not put up with all this damn drama!”, I thought. “Just stop complaining Lenorah.” “Honey I hope you are really understanding what I am saying.” “I am.” “I am not complaining. I am communicating what I want.” “OK!” “Seeeeee….you ain’t hearing me!” “I do honey. You’ve repeated it several times.” “Honey…you are a mess…. you ain’t taking me seriously. I am pouring my heart out to you all the time.” “Baby I hear you.”, I replied resigned to saying the one little word that would shut her up and get me laid as well. “You know I love you Lenorah.”, I said as if it was unthinking. “I’m sorry if you don’t feel that I listen to you. I do. I have to work on the indicators that show you I am.” I had just broken a major rule of the T.M.A. , never tell them you love them to get some pussy. I had just lost fifty points on my T.M.A. card, if I lost ten more points my membership would be revoked. I glanced around discreetly to see if a T.M.A. member had heard my transgression. As luck would have it…I was the only T.M.A. member there. I felt bad for a second that I had betrayed a major rule of the T.M.A. But shit…Lenorah was fine as hell…and I wanted some. “You….love…me…honey?”, she asked as her huge eyes grew two times larger and fluttered like a hummingbirds wings. “What….?”, I stammered feigning embarrassment. “You said you love me.”, she said as her huge dick sucking lips spread in a wide smile. “No I didn’t.” “Yes you did honey.”, Lenorah said smugly as she reached out and held my left hand. “I know your crazy about me honey. I’m glad to know you love me. Even though your scared to tell me honey.”, she said laughing. “But I heard you. You love me.” I went into full innocent mode and looked down as if I was embarrassed. “Can we change the subject now.” “Awwwww….honey. Your scared. That’s so sweet. We can change the subject. I know what the problem is now. You love me and your just scared to show it.” “Whateva!”, I thought as the hostess came up to our table to refill our water glasses. I hit the on switch again to get Lenorah off her drama tip and back into sex mode. As soon as the vibrator turned on her head snapped back and she bit down on her bottom lip and squeezed her thighs together to fight from making sounds of pleasure. Although our male waiter didn’t know what was going on earlier the hostess of the restaurant recognized the expressions of an aroused woman and stopped dead in her tracks staring at Lenorah open mouthed. The hostess stared at Lenorah for several minutes and then left our table without refilling our water glasses. We finished our dinners and left the restaurant and I proceeded to the Norwood lateral and got on I75 headed north. “Where are we going honey?”, Lenorah asked. “To the Hustler Store to get you a couple of toys.” “Honey…you so nasty.” “But you want a toy don’t you?” “Yesssss…”, Lenorah laughed. “Good. Then let’s see what they have. I’ll get you one. On one condition.” “What’s that?” “Allow me to fuck you with it on the way to your house.”, I answered as I turned on her vibrator again. ********** We got to the Hustler Store just outside Cincinnati and we went into the store and headed straight for the toy section. I told Lenorah to pick what she wanted, but she acted real coy and didn’t respond positively of negatively with any of the toys she picked up. Women trip me out. If you’re a freak, there is no reason to be shy when your with a man who is just as freaky as you. Since she didn’t make a decision I picked up toys that she might be interested in using and watched her eyes to see if she was interested. Always watch a woman’s eyes. She may not say anything but he eyes will always give her away. I picked up a synthetic replica of Mr. Marcus’s dick and showed it to her. Her eyes didn’t light up so I passed on it. I then went the opposite direction and picked up a vibrating sea shell. Again, I didn’t note a NastyGirlGleam in her eyes so I passed again. I then picked up a vibrating three pronged dildo that would penetrate/stimulate a woman‘s pussy, g-spot, and ass. I showed it to Lenorah and her eyes lit up and she gulped. “Ohhhh yeaaaa….ya like that shit huh?”, I thought. She tried to give it back and I told her to hold onto it because I knew she liked it. Now that I had an idea of what she liked, I stayed in the vibrating dildo section. I then picked up a rotating Rabbit dildo with beads and handed it to Lenorah. This time, not only did her eyes light up she also licked her lips. Content that I had the proper turn out equipment I picked up a bottle of Astro Glide and headed for the register. The helpful people at Hustler tested both toys for us at the register and I purchased two sets of batteries and told them to leave them in. When they tested the Rabbit and showed Lenorah how to work the rotation controls I could almost smell her pussy getting wet as she watched the big purple toy rotate imagining how it would feel in her pussy. We left the store and I turned my car onto I75 headed south back to Cincinnati. “Take your panties off.”, I ordered. “Hooooooney….” “Take them off Lenorah.” “Ok…ok…..” She put both of her heeled feet on the dash board to support herself as she lifted her ass slightly off the seat so that she could pull up her dress and peal off her panties. I watched intently, from her ankles down to her thick inviting thighs as she pulled off her underwear and pulled her dress up even further exposing her wet opening. She spread her legs wide and reached over and massaged the back of my bald head with her nails. I reached in the bag and pulled out the three pronged stimulator and shoved it into her pussy and anus forcefully while pumping up the volume on the vibrator. “Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh…..that feel good…so good baby….”, she moaned in her deep sexy voice. I smiled listening to her arousal in her voice while silently laughing at the same time. She got so ghetto in her speech when she was heated and I found that funny. “That feel good baby?”, I replied playing with her. “Yeaaaaaaaaaa……“, she replied being to heated to notice my joke. I shoved the toy in her as deep as I could. Sweet, clear pussy juice swelled around the toy as I pushed it deeper in her. She looked at me and stared for several minutes and then without saying a word got on her knees, unzipped my pants, and buried her face in my lap. I leaned my chair back a bit so she could get the dick and put the car on cruise so I could enjoy the sucking. Lenorah’s big ass was in the window while she sucked me and I wondered if any of the passengers in the cars that passed by noticed all that ass in the window and then quickly figured out what she was doing. After about five minutes, Lenorah stopped sucking, sat up, kissed me on the cheek and just stared at me for several minutes. Neither of us spoke and then she buried he face in my lap again and continued to suck me the ten additional minutes it took to get to her apartment. I parked and we both got out of my car disheveled. Me…holding my pants because they where unzipped and buckled. Lenorah…with her dress twisted and pulled up over her knees. Neither of us cared as we made the short walk to her building and entered her apartment. I held her arm and kept her in the middle of her living room floor as I locked the door and dropped my bag and pants on the floor. I took Lenorah’s purse and dropped it alongside my things. It was on as I commenced pulling off her dress. I paused for a second wondering where her panties were and then remembered that she had taken them off and left them in my car. I left her little black half slip on and then pushed her onto her leather couch ass up so I could get to that 50” ass. She arched her back for me and I spread her cheeks burying my face in the enormity of her glorious ass. She moaned loudly and I groaned in unison with her as my rigid member throbbed and dripped hot pre cum onto her carpeted floor. I rimmed her with gusto, swirling my tongue around her anus while penetrating it intermittently. She loved every minute of it. Clawing her white leather sofa with her long manicured nails like a cat getting its belly rubbed. I stayed on her…licking, sucking, and tonguing her ample ass relaxing her sphincter muscle…getting it ready for my thick, throbbing, pre cum dripping dick. After about thirty minutes of intense ass licking, I told Lenorah to lay on her back so I could suck on her wet pussy. “Would you lick my booty a little longer baby? Please baby? Please…”, Lenorah begged me to continue licking her ass in a soft voice. I didn’t say a word, I just spread her ass cheeks as far as I could and buried half of my tongue inside her anus. “Uhhh uhhh uhhh uhhhhhh….”, Lenorah moaned as she had an orgasm from my tongue penetration. I was ready to eat her pussy and I didn’t ask her this time, but flipped her over onto her back. “Honey…you so nasty.”, Lenorah remarked smiling as I spread her legs. “Yeaaaaa….”, she moaned as I began to lick and suck on her clit. Her long fingers caressed the back of my head and she wrapped her thick legs around my back. Many women claim to have a sweet tasting pussy and in reality it is far from that. Lenorah, however, was an exception because her pussy was as sweet as honey. I slurped, sucked and licked on the little pearl between her legs until it became as hard as bullet. After about thirty minutes of intense pussy licking, I slumped in the couch with my legs spread apart and coxed Lenorah down between my legs. She was the greedy type, and would let me lick and suck her all night without returning the favor. It was time for her to clock back in and do some more work. She whined for awhile. Wanting me to lick her ass some more, but I refused and pointed my dick like an arrow straight to her mouth. She opened her wide mouth and engulfed Sergio. I was in heaven. Not only did she have huge dick sucking lips but she also had an extra wide tongue. With it, she could literally wrap her tongue around three sides of my dick while she was sucking it. The sensation was indescribable and she soon had my head turning back and forth and babbling like an idiot. “Ohhhhhhhh baaaaaaby…. It’s so good. It’s so damn good. I’m gonna cum… I can’t hold it. I’m gonna cum.”, I moaned as I fought to contain my orgasm. Although Lenorah’s head was some of the best I ever had it was also some of the worst. Bad because she refused to let me cum in her mouth. Little did she know, she could have turned my ass out if she just would have sucked me off every now and then. “Uhhh uhhhhh…no baby. Don’t cum. Don’t cum yet.”, Lenorah mumbled with my dick in her mouth. My dick rested on top of her tongue as she talked to me and the brief respite from her dick sucking allowed me to get my head together. “Ohhhh shit baby! Ohhhh it’s so good.” “You just like it cause I have an extra wide tongue.”, Lenorah mumbled letting my pre cum roll to the back of her throat before swallowing it. I have never understood why women who have a major problem with you cumming in their mouth will slurp up every drop of your pre cum like it is ambrosia. I produce massive loads of cum and when I am very excited pre cum literally drips from my throbbing dick. “Mmmmmmmmmmm…”, Lenorah hummed as she closed her mouth on my dick and began to suck it again. I shook my head somewhat disgustedly as I watched this beautiful woman slurp and swallow my essence. Although, she sucked it better than most, I knew she wasn’t going to finish the job and that somewhat put a damper on the sex. To make matters worse, she wasn’t on any form of birth control so I couldn’t cum in her pussy either. My orgasms are more intense when I cum in a woman’s mouth, pussy or ass. I stopped that pulling out shit in high school. Since two options were closed, I fully intended on getting and cumming all up in her phat ass. I let her suck it until I couldn’t take it any longer and told Lenorah to get back on the couch. She crawled over to it slowly accentuating her large ass as she moved. She knew exactly what she was doing. Heightening my lust with her actions. Instead of attacking her like she wanted though, I walked over to the bag of toys that I bought for her and pulled out the Rabbit vibrator. Lenorah’s eyes widened. “Get on your knees baby. Let’s see how you like your new toy.” “Okay…okay…”, she responded as she complied. I applied a liberal amount of lube to the toy and slowly fucked her doggy style with it. “You like that baby?”, I asked as I stroked her with it. “Ohhhhhh Yeaaaaaa….”, she replied in her thick sultry voice. “You want me to make it rotate while I fuck you baby?” “Yeaaaaaaaaa….” I turned on the rotation control for the vibrator and had it rotate to the right. “That feel good baby.”, Lenorah said getting ghetto again. “Make it rotate to the left honey….to the left.”, she moaned. I changed the rotation to the left and increased the speed of it. “Ohhhhh yeaaaaaaaa…..”, she moaned as the toy pleased her pussy the way she wanted. I continued to fuck her with toy until I felt her juices flowing down my hand. “Arch your back baby.”, I told her so that I could give her another surprise. She thought I wanted her to stick her ass further in the air so that I could stick the toy deeper in her. The reality was, that now that she was heated on the verge of orgasm I wanted to stick my dick in her ass. I stuck the toy inside of her to the hilt and pressed the head of my dick against her anus. I pressed forward slowly and began to penetrate her when she exploded. “Ahhhhhhhhh…ahhhhhhhh….ahhhhhhhh….ahhhhhhhhhh…..”, she literally screamed at the top of her lungs. I hadn’t even stuck half of my dick head inside of her. The freakiness of the situation had just sent her over the edge. She had never cum so hard before. I knew all of her neighbors under and above her had stopped what they were doing listening to her cum. As she came, she straightened her back, changing the angle of my penetration. “Arch ya back baby!”, I commanded. Her ass spread gloriously as she did so and I continued to slowly penetrate her ass. I could feel the toy on the other side of her pussy wall as I entered her. When I had half of my dick in her ass I began to slowly stroke it, loosing it further and sticking more dick up her ass with each inward thrust. “Ahhhhhh….yeaaaaaa…”, Lenorah moaned again enjoying the long stroking of her ass while the vibrator rotated in her pussy. “It’s yours baby. It’s yours. Tell me it’s yours. Please baby. Ahhhhhhhhh…. Please baby. It’s yours. Tell me it’s yours.”, she told me looking back at me with lust filled eyes. A woman looking back into my eyes while I fuck her ass or pussy turns me the hell on. Although, I enjoyed her looking at me, I frowned inwardly at her, “…it’s yours statement.” I didn’t feel that her pussy was mine. She needed to keep it real. But I played along so I could keep fucking her. “It’s mine baby. Gimme my ass!” “It’s yours. It’s yours. Tell me it’s yours baby…” “It’s mine baby.” “Do you mean it Euftis? It’s yours baby. It’s all yours….” “Yes baby. This phat ass is mine!”, I said burying the length of my dick inside her ass for emphasis. “Ahhhhhh yeaaaaaa….baby it feel good!” It started getting good to me so I increased the tempo. “Slow baby…fuck it slow baby…”, Lenorah purred. “Don’t start that military shit Lenorah!”, I growled. “I thought this was my ass?” “It’s your ass honey. It’s yours…its yours.” “Then let me fuck it how I want to!”, I said as I grasped her wide hips and fucked her phat ass with gusto.” “Ok…ok…honey…ohhhh honey…it feel so good.” I continued to stroke her ass, pulling my dick all the way out and sticking it back in again. It gaped open wonderfully whenever I pulled it out. After the fifth time I pulled it out Lenorah flipped off the couch and sat on the floor. “What are you doing?”, I exclaimed. “Let’s get in the bed honey.”, she purred. “Let’s go then.”, I said taking her hand. She pulled her hand out of mine and slowly crawled to her bedroom…pretty ass all in the air. She teased the fuck out of me and I watched her for a minute squeezing my dick. I gave her what she wanted and stopped her halfway to her room and straddled her on the floor. I fucked her true doggy style squatting over her pounding her ass. “Ahhhhh….ahhhhhh…ahhhhhhh….ahhhhhhhh…”, she screamed as she came again. I was done and ready to pop and so I did…all over her ass. What a night. Off the Chain Volume 2 - ISBN 0-9777112-2-6 Copyright © 2006 Euftis Emery All Rights Reserved Get it at: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/OffdaChain/ Amazon.com, Barnes & Nobles, Ebook-Eros, and everywhere else where fine books are sold. CL

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Introducing Angel Dust....

Introducing Angel Dust, the newest author under Dominion Publishing. Following is an excerpt from her book, Was I born a slut...or slowly aquire the taste?, which will be released December 2007. Peace. Euftis Introduction It's march 28th 1992. Four days after I turned twenty-eight years old. As I sit in the dark and race desperately in and out of my mind for the answer to my misfortune, a light is broadening to remind me of my failure. I've never took the time to think of my next step, I just took it. And after a period of time sometimes lengthy and sometimes not, I'd always fall on my face. With the help of stress and what is now explained to me as being P.M.S., I'd quit my job in mid December thinking, “Oh well, I'm living with my aunt so she'd be liable for the bills and Angie would find a way to take care of Angie and say fuck everyone else.” But the moment I returned home from my former job, I remembered, "Ohhh shit! I have three children!” Well I figured I'll recoup and sit around and lay around for about a month and find a new job and just maybe a financially secure man to take care of me and my three children and not necessarily in that order. So I chose to search for the man. You know, the one with the money and kind heart to just give it all up while I sit at home and be this lazy, conniving, overweight, oversexed super mom. The first guy I tried to move in was a former co-worker with such a kind heart for giving. He gave me and my kids what we needed materially. And I got what I needed from somewhere else. His name was Bartholomew. I was so crazy about Bartholomew that I would do just about anything for him and he'd do the same for me. What I needed from him was sex. Even as a child I needed sex daily like a diabetic needs insulin to sustain life. That’s why I had to find Bartholomew to fulfill my sexual appetite. He’s what I called my hamburger helper. So I kept the financially secure man and I kept Bartholomew to. That is, until Mr. FinanciallySecure found out about his indirect sex partner. So now he's gone and I'm back in the want ad section in search of a semi wealthy, mutually sexual hunk to lighten my burdens. Okay…jackpot! I think. I decided to visit a girlfriend who also happens to be an equally oversexed, unemployed little floozy like myself. Only she has a man. But, he has other women, no job, a lot of fist and not enough sex. So she says. Although he does have a lot of friends. I figure he can play love connection or at least point out a potential victim for my desires. Well he had a friend for the job. Hudson was his name and sex , all day all night was his game. Uh oh! He had no job, no life, no clothes, no vocabulary and no Angie. I guess my mistake was sending a…nobody…to look for…somebody… knowing there was no way he'd be able to identify him. After about a month of no sex or money, I started out again. This time to my sisters house, which is only about a half block away. She always had a house full of big strong, well groomed, horny working men. I arrived there one night wearing a red mini skirt and a T-shirt with no bra. So my ass, thighs and nipples were saying, "I'm ready willing and able to seductively spend my life with you." And sure enough there was a big hunk waiting to be manipulated. Wesley was all the man I needed. We'd make love, I'd cook, he'd go to work and I would figure out a way to make his day and night so complete. That way he would always be mine. The kids liked him which was very important because if they weren't happy, it could have resulted in their running away or turning to others for advice or comfort which could humiliate both them and I. I really did try to be there for them more than enough. As the months went by, Wesley began to slack up on the money he was bringing home. Ohhh yea he moved in! When I questioned him about it he replied, "Well Angie, I'm not earning enough to bring home to you and me, so I've been going out gambling and playing the lottery in hopes to double my pay. But instead, I come home in triple debt. Baby I'm sorry, okay." Now I can deal with this because we're still living with my aunt rent free with only a phone bill and two minor furniture payments so I told him, “Fuck it dear! Just bring me half of your money and do what you want with the rest!” "Are you sure," Wesley asked with those big brown eyes and soft plump lips that were saying, "Kiss me you bitch!" And you know I did. Even though I'm overweight, I'm a big fan of Fredericks Of Hollywood. I would wear their most revealing crotch less lingerie. I've even worn their edible undies. Wesley enjoyed my dressing up in three piece sets with lace gloves and garter belts. I'd put it all on and caress him and gently free his hard throbbing penis from the edible briefs he wore. As he watched me lick, suck and slowly devour the briefs, he smiled and said," I ain't never goin’ no where baby…" I knew if he did, it would be by my choice only. Because it's one thing to watch an x-rated movie, but to live one was like having his wishes cum true all over my chest. But after a while, the excitement died. There was very little money and practically no sex. That was my biggest clue that I picked the wrong mutha fucka. Well lets see what else I can tell you about me. Before I left my job at the Hilton, there was always something fun to do. I was a housekeeper, which gave me access to all the guest rooms. I'd clock in and receive my schedule of rooms to be cleaned and be on my way. But there was this big distraction who happened to be another hamburger helper. You see, he was also an employee so I would page him or lure him up to the floor on which I was working and talk him into joining me in a suite to play house. We never actually had sex at work but the kissing and touching was enough to have me clean every room in the hotel which was about 385 of ’em give or take a few. I'd eat and sleep there briefly in between cleaning and onn an 8am - 4:30pm schedule, I'd be done cleaning up to seventeen rooms or more by 2:00 p.m. So I would make myself at home for the other two and a half hours. I would usually make it home about 5:00 p.m. and Wesley would be laying in bed doing nothing but watching television or reading the sports section of the daily news. After about a month or two he had quit his job and was asking me for money to splurge on bullshit. I didn't mind at first but he would do odd jobs and come home complaining of a bad back, so he couldn't perform sexually. Now if I knew he was a handicapped mutha fucka, he would have been gone long before I started those damn sex games. I decided to keep him around because I liked him and I thought he’d get another job and I'd get me another hamburger helper. So I started to have sex any time and any place I could. There's only one major detail I've left out. We were both married. Wesley’s divorce was pending and at the time my husband was living somewhere in Texas. He fled to Texas to save his life from some guys that were just some of the many guys and gals he'd tried to hurt through stealing, pimping, or beating. I didn't talk to him often. Once we separated, I received a phone call from my children’s uncle in Chicago on September 15 1991. Roland said, " Angie my homie is dead!” I said, “Who's dead?" He said, “Lockman is dead baby." I screamed and cried and cried and asked what happened. Roland was just as emotional as I was, so he insisted that I call Texas and talk to our mutual Chicago friend Shane. Shane stated that Laurence (Lockman, aka my husband) was with some guys after work and was shot and killed by one of them. His family and I arranged to have his body flown to Chicago for the funeral so his entire family could attend. Well I wanted a divorce…but not like this. I left Indianapolis to attend the services and returned the same day to assure my family that life must go on. But this time more productively. Instead nothing changed. It actually got worse. I continued going to work and came home stressed out. The house would be a wreck and Wesley barely came home at all. Which meant no sex, unless I'd see a friend. It didn’t matter to me if the friend was mine or one of Wesley’s. I'd fuck on buses (with the driver), in offices (with dudes in the mailroom), you get the picture. I fucked and fucked and fucked until I said, “That's it! I can't do this anymore! I don't feel like getting AIDS on top of all my other problems!” So I put Wesley’s tired ass out, quit my job and said, "I've got to get my life together!" But at twenty-seven with no high school diploma or equivalent, what could I do? I wondered and cried and cried and wondered and became very lonely and isolated. I would stay in my room all day and talk on the phone to my total zero buddy Caroline. But I still could not convince myself or her that we needed to get a life. Towards the end of December I met Chilly Chauncy. I decided to call him that because he was such a tall, thick, handsome, smooth talking man. I knew there was no way I could ever manipulate him. He seemed to be the master of game, lies and deceit. So I figured he’d just be someone to compare game with. I didn’t plan to have sex with him. But being the little trollop that I am…I gave in. Hell, I had to sex him up a little. What I thought would be a little hit and run turned into a night of hard, wet thrusting. Although I didn't break out the Fredericks of Hollywood because now I'm bigger than ever. So occasionally he'd call and I'd leave on a big t-shirt and slip off my panties and let him work with that. Chilly seemed to be a nice guy, but something was telling me that I was getting in over my head. So I avoided him. Maybe a week later, I went with my sister to the rental office in the apartment complex in which we lived. I often took care of my aunts bills since she was in her late eighties and needed someone to make sure her bills were paid promptly. At that time I was told that the office management was aware that my family and I were residing with my aunt in her one bedroom apartment with a den. Which was very unaccommodating and that they planned on putting us out. Now what? I didn't have a job, no money and no man to lean on. I shut out all my friends and family again and just sat and wondered how I'm going to find a place to live and if I do find someplace, how can I afford it. My credit was fucked up. Every place I called requested a minimum 2-3 years on the job with an excellent credit history. But there was one place I could get by with. They only asked for a 50% good credit rating. I lied and said I was still working at the Hilton. Plus working part time with my mom at the Indiana Repertory theater in their telemarketing department. Luckily they didn't check. So now I needed $350.00 to move in. No problem, my aunt wrote me a check and in a week I was in. About a week after that, I called Chilly. I didn't want him to know where I was living so I told him I was at my sisters house. I didn’t tell Chilly where I was living because what I needed was someone who was working and had patience. He would definitely need it to put up with three kids and a PMS stricken sex machine. My attempts to find a good man were unsuccessful and I started getting weak from lack of sex. So I called one of Wesley' friends. His name was Rodney but everyone called him Dickie. I preferred to call him Rodney since that was more of a manly name. And believe me I had the chance to call his name quite a bit that night because he punished my pussy. Eventually I called Chauncy and told him where I lived. It was twenty below zero and almost 2:00 a.m. but I gave him the directions and he came by and spent the weekend. Since the kids were away at my sisters, we fucked, played Uno, fucked, ate, fucked, ate and fucked. I loved it. Sunday evening he left because I didn't want the kids to see a new face so soon after Wesley since I wasn't sure if he'd be the one living with us. I kept searching though because what I needed was someone who me and my kids could benefit from. No luck! A few days later, Chilly was back again. This time I lost track of how long he stayed. Finally he asked me if he could bring his clothes to my house and I said, "Why not, you're here every day!" I wasn't seeing anyone else and Chilly really made my day. We cooked together, sex was spontaneous and he listened to me. But what's missing? Oh yea, Chilly is laid off from work. Damn! Just when I thought I had a live one. So I decided, “So what! I'm not working either! I'll just apply for welfare. And he'll get his job back and we'll make it some how.” The welfare checks came through along with the food stamps and help from Chilly’s parents and my aunt. “We'll make it!”, I thought. The first couple of months Chauncy was in and out of trouble. Whether it be the law or a victim of his many games. He stayed in some shit. But I hung on because I knew that we would find a way. He'll get his job back, and I'll find a job even though I've been everywhere looking with no luck. Looking back at all this I now know, that the light that was expanding in that dark filled room that I talked about at the start of the introduction to this book, was God trying to tell me something. I need to start back as far as I could remember, and correct my mistakes. Ask for forgiveness, and let God guide me towards a better life at twenty-eight and then on. Till death do us part. Are you ready to take a walk with me through my history?
My next book Abundant Ministries, will be released this July. It will be released as a hardcover addition and I am excitied with how it is coming out. Use the following link to read an extended excerpt from the book: OffdaChain Click here to read the extended excerpt...
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