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Episode 8:

Pussy Leaking Like A Fucking Faucet 💦

 

 

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Lola comes out of the bathroom looking just like the fucking goddess I knew she was. She’s taken that old ass wig off, showing her black, kinky hair, she’d hid underneath.

Her face now free of the residue women call make up, showing her clean, unblemished skin aside from the freckles scattered about her face. With the long ass bat wings she called lashes removed, her brown, upturned eyes look beautiful as they watch me all shy like.

“Are you nervous?” I question, sitting up on the bed to see her closely.

Lola shifts her weight back and forth on both feet. She has one hand holding her towel in place, while the other nervously plays with her hairline.

“A little.” She answers.

Standing from the bed, I walk over to where she’s standing in front of the bathroom door. As I approach her, she drops the hand rubbing her hairline to her side but keeps the other hand to hold up her towel.

“Why?” I ask. “Do you think I’m going to hurt you?”

“N…n…no.” She stutters.

“Then what is it?” I push forward with questioning.

“It’s nothing. I’m…” She begins before I cut her off.

“Don’t dare fix your mouth to lie to me.” I say. “We’re not going to build our relationship on lies. I know that’s probably what you’re used to with Otto, but that shit doesn’t fly over this way.”

“Relationship?” She questions.

Instead of answering her, I lean down, kissing her neck as I have been since she woke up this morning. It’s something about hearing the moans she illicit’s as I do, that keep my mouth on this particular spot.

Working my way down her shoulder, then back up to her neck, switching from one side to the other as she melts like putty under my touch. I have been wanting to put my mouth on her since she came out of my bathroom wrapped in this towel.

I don’t have to wonder if she wants this because she doesn’t attempt to fight me as my lips roam her neck before dropping back onto hers.

“Yes. A relationship.” I finally answer. “I don’t just bring anyone to my home as I told you before. If you’re here, it’s because I want you here and I don’t ever want you to leave.”

“What if I don’t want to stay?” She asks, and the question damn near shatters all of my hope.

“Then as I also said earlier, I’ll take you to wherever you want to go. I’ll never make you stay anywhere you don’t want to be. I just want better for you, even if that better doesn’t include me.” I tell her.

Her eyes fall to the floor for a quick second before she’s raises them to look at me again.

“I want to stay.” She says in a low, seductive tone. “It’s too soon to have relationship talk but I do like you a little bit or whatever.”

 

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Wrapping my arms around her, she follows suit wrapping her arms around my neck. Walking backwards, I move us towards the bed until the back of my legs collide with it and we fall onto it. Lola falls on top of me and she lands with the cutest little yelp I’ve heard.

She’s so fucking pretty when she smiles. It’s part of the reason why I couldn’t take my eyes off her that night when I first went to that club. I needed to see what all the hype was about with the girls that work there, and I’ll be damned if I didn’t find it.

“Can I tell you a secret?” I ask.

Nodding her head yes, she’s giggles as she waits for me to speak.

“There’s something about you that won’t let me take my attention off of you.” I tell her.

“Really?” She asks. “Maybe it was the wig.” She laughs, slapping my chest lightly as she does. “Is the effect still the same now that I’m in my natural state?”

“I honestly think your natural state is your best state.” I admit.

“I think so too.” She says.

Placing a leg on either side of my body, she nestles herself comfortably on top of me. With a finger, she traces the scars I have.

“How did you get this?” She asks.

Her fingers trace the scar on the left side of my chest. She’s intrigued by what she see’s and honestly, I can’t blame her.

“I was stabbed by an ex- girlfriend of mine who thought I was cheating on her.” I tell her.

“Damn! What kind of penis are you carrying around that has these girls are stabbing you over it?” She laughs.

“It was a friend of hers who lied, saying she slept with me.” I say. “The truth came out shortly after the incident happened that it wasn’t true.”

“That sucks.” She says.

Leaning down she applies soft, wet, kisses to my scar. My body relaxes under her touch as she continues on.

“What about this one?” She says, pointing to the scar on my stomach.

“I was shot.” I tell her, not wanting to continue down this road with her.

“How?” She asks, her finger still lingering over the scar.

 

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Not wanting to answer her, I flip her over on her back, laying on top of her. A smile creeps up on Lola’s face as if she has been waiting for this very moment to happen.

Her legs open wide, allowing me to nestle closer to her sweet spot. Running my hand down the length of her body, I admire how beautiful she is. Her eyes flutter close with each stroke of my finger on her body.

Once my hand reaches her sweet spot, her body stills. Her eyes pop open, instantly finding mine.

“Do you want me to stop?” I question.

Shaking her no, she opens her legs slightly wider for me.

“Words. We were taught them as children. In your adult age, please use them.” I tell her.

“No…I…don’t want to stop.” She says. “This is…it’s just new to me. I haven’t been with anyone outside of Otto.”

Those words are a blow to me when she says them. She’s only been with Otto so I can only imagine the disappointment she’s experienced.

“If this becomes weird or too much, use your words and tell me to stop.” I tell her. “Do you want to create a safe word?”

Her eyes grow wide with what looks like a mixture of fear and curiosity.

“I mean what are you about to do?” She questions, sitting up on her elbows. “You about to tie me up or something?’

Lightly pushing her back down on the bed, I run my fingers from her neck, around her breast, circling her nipple, down the length of her stomach, until I’m back where I started. My finger toys with the lining of her panties, watching as her breath hitches each time, she thinks I’m going to dip them inside.

“No.” I say laughing. “Since this is new to the both of us, I’m going to take my time. For any reason, you feel uncomfortable you, safe word is red. Understand?”

“Y-y-yes.” She answers.

Waiting until her body is fully relaxed, I give her what she’s longing for. Opening the towel she’s wrapped in, I run my fingers between her most southern lips.

“Damn ma.” I say through a low growl that surprises even me when it comes out. “Did you go swimming or something? This pussy wet as fuck for me.”

Placing her hand over her mouth, she covers her giggles.

“No,” She answers dropping her hand from her mouth. “But it looks like you’re going to be taking a swim today. Prepare to dive deep baby.”

That’s one thing I know for sure she hasn’t lied about. Sliding my fingers into her sweet spot, it welcomes me home like it’s been waiting for me her entire life. Her back arches off the bed with each pound of my fingers into her.

“Mmhm…f-f-fuck.” She moans.

Lowering myself down to her, I remove my fingers, replacing them with my tongue as I slide it inside of her. The sounds that spill from her mouth have me in go mode. Her legs open wider the more I run my tongue inside of her sweet spot.

She reaches down, grabbing ahold of my head, keeping it angled where she wants it. Keeping my tongue inside of her, I slide my fingers back inside of her, one, then two, before stopping at three. Her body tenses, but after I tap her using left hand, she starts to open back up for me, never letting my head go.

“F-fuck Jakolbi. I’m going to c-c-cummm.” She moans as her sweet spot throbs during her release.

The way she says my name has my wood aching to be set free. It jumps inside of my pants like a dog in heat ready to be unleashed.

“This pussy is leaking like a fucking faucet.” I growl.

Lola isn’t the first woman I’ve had cum on my fingers before, but she’s definitely the first to stream onto me like this. By her flow alone, let’s me know she’s enjoying herself. Otto could never make her feel as good as I can.

Lola’s hand releases my head as she squeezes the mattress below us. Pulling my fingers from her, I stand, sliding my pants off as I do. Climbing into the bed, I slide in between her legs, hovering over her.

“You look so fucking beautiful when you cum for me.” I compliment her.

“Watch my face as I do it again.” She challenges.

My brows furrow in confusion until she surprises me by pushing me down on the bed and climbing on top of me.

Fuck! If she keeps at it like this, I’m not going to be able to hold my composure much longer.