LaMisha
Excerpted from the sexually-charged motorcycle adventure novel
by Donn Falcone
© Donn Falcone / Bad Penny Press, 2011
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I stepped out of the elevator and wandered over to the entrance of the bar.
I was in my usual jeans and t-shirt, clomping along the tile floor in my ever-present motorcycle boots. Oddly, I was a tad chilly thanks to the motel air conditioning that seemed to be more of a refrigeration unit than something intended for simple comfort.
When I arrived at the bar, I found it to be decorated in a funky tropical motif. There were a couple waitresses in bikini tops and long wraparound skirts; attractive, probably in their late 20s to early 30s, and, like me, obviously feeling the chill of the motel. As if barometers of the over-cooled air, their nipples were quite prominent in their little bikini tops. It didn’t take but a split second for a new fantasy to sail into my mind of getting a hold of one of those young lovelies and her perky nipples back in my room.
Maybe later.
The waitresses and their perky nipples appeared to make the other male patrons in their booths happy enough; the girls were certainly being kept quite busy catering to their horny asses. I had some other things on my mind, so I left the perky nipples and horny loudmouthed patrons behind and took a seat at the rather empty bar. No sooner than I had taken a seat, I heard a sweet female voice before me.
“It's nice to see that someone has a casual side.”
I looked up to the source of the warm voice. Across from me was the bartender, a very lovely black woman with stunning, almond-shaped eyes, highlighted with a gold-green eye shadow. Her full lips were tinted with a deep rose lipstick. Her black hair was streaked in red highlights and settled a little lower than her shoulders.
“I'm sorry?" I replied.
“All I've seen for the last couple days is a parade of bad business suits," she said as she wiped the area in front of me with a towel. “Nice to see a good looking man who hasn't got a noose of a necktie hanging around his neck.”
“Thanks,” I chuckled, a little embarrassed to have been so noticeable so soon.
The bartender extended her hand over the bar. "I'm LaMisha," she said.
"Chase. Chase Matthews." I shook LaMisha's soft hand. "I'm from California."
"So, Chase Matthews from California... what would you like to drink?"
"Whatever domestic beer you have on draft."
LaMisha walked a couple steps away to get a mug out of the freezer. It was then that I got a better view of the whole package; a little over five and a half feet tall, long but not too lean. Her tight jeans emphasized her rather trim waist that flowed into full hips and a very well-rounded ass.
But her breasts! Unusual for me, I had been too mesmerized by her deep eyes and until now had completely missed her two massive globes that threatened to force themselves through her bra and out of her shirt. I must have been too lost in my stare because I didn’t notice the guy who had walked up beside me until he nudged me in the ribs. I turned to my left and was met with the face, and breath, of a man who had obviously been drinking way too early.
“Them's some big-ass titties, ain't they?” he whispered to me. “Makes you wanna just get lost in them fuckers, don't it?”
“Yeah, sure.” I said as I leaned back from him to get some fresh air.
“Don't get no ideas, though,” he growled. Then loud enough for LaMisha to hear, said: “Little black bitch don't wanna play with us white boys.”
Jesus, did that push my button! I was off of my bar stool in a heartbeat, shoving the moron backwards against the wall.
“Thanks for the head's up, dipshit,” I growled, my disgust at his attitude clear enough for even his drunken ass to see, “but I think the lady's well within her rights as to who she wants to play with or not.”
“Uh, hey, man - ” he stammered.
“Just because she works in the motel doesn't make her one of the amenities, asshole.” I gave the guy a brusque “courtesy” push towards the bar entrance. Thankfully, some part of his brain registered my nudge as a clue before I had to pop him in the nose, and he staggered out of the bar without another word. LaMisha showed up with my beer.
“Thanks,” I said as I took the frosty mug and hoisted it in a salute to my lovely bartender.
“Thank you,” she said with a big grin.
I took a short swallow of beer. “For what?” I asked.
“For sending him away. And for standing up for me.”
“Oh. You, uh, heard that little exchange, huh?” I took another drink and shrugged. “It just sounded like alcohol talking.”
“Sounded more like a dickhead talking,” she snorted while looking towards his still-departing form. “A dickhead loaded with alcohol.”
“The worst kind,” I acknowledged. “He was pretty soused for how early it is.”
“Time means nothing to some people,” LaMisha said. “I don’t think his kind needs any excuse to be drunk.”
“Agreed,” I chuckled.
LaMisha departed and focused on taking care of the waitresses’ and other patrons’ needs, while I again focused on her ample curves and generous melons in between swigs of beer. My mind quickly shifted to thoughts of what it would be like to bed down a woman like LaMisha, what it would be like to play with those massive tits, or to see that round ass while I fucked her from behind, or what those full lips might feel like wrapped around my dick.
Let's face it; my trip had spoiled me.
To my great pleasure, my sexy bartender made it a point to come back to engage in more conversation and to make sure my beer mug didn’t remain empty long. And, maybe it was my imagination, or maybe it was the increasing level of alcohol in my brain, but LaMisha also seemed to lean a little closer each time she came back to talk to me. We shared a little more laughter. She was quicker to touch my hand as a part of our conversation. And I swear that a few extra buttons on her shirt had given up and exposed more of her incredible cleavage.
LaMisha and I were in the middle of some innocent small talk when one of the waitresses dropped by long enough to grumble, “Gawd, we have a lot of assholes in here tonight.”
“Dickheads,” chortled LaMisha.
“Yeah, those, too,” replied the waitress with a nod before she slid away.
I kind of absentmindedly watched the waitress walk away then turned back to my beer to find LaMisha studying me for a quiet, lingering moment with her dark eyes.
“So, Chase from California,” she said. “What brings you to my neck of the woods?”
“Just a dot on the map to hole up in,” I replied. “A place to kind of regroup and decide where I'm going from here.”
“So, are you looking for somewhere to go, or someplace to go?”
The question momentarily caught me off guard, but it wasn’t the question itself. It was the distinct, open-ended way in which it had been asked. I looked at LaMisha’s face and our eyes locked.
“Maybe you could tell me more about some places I might want to consider?” I asked before downing another gulp of my brew.
“How long are you going to be here, Chase from California?”
“I plan to be gone early tomorrow,” I said. “Maybe some other time?”
“That’s okay,” she said, patting my hand and breaking the spell. “It sounds like you have your schedule already full.”
LaMisha appeared to have some other things on her mind, too, so I signed my tab and headed up to my room to make some needed phone calls and prepare for the final leg of my journey.
An hour or so later, I still wasn't feeling too hungry, thanks in part to the filling nature of beer, so leaving the room in search of food wasn't a priority. Maybe I'd call in a pizza or some room service later, but for now I figured I'd warm myself up with a hot shower.
Something that was already warming me up was the memory of LaMisha’s hot body and soulful eyes, images that generated a warm throbbing in my dick. I stripped off my boots and socks and tossed them on the floor next to the t-shirt I had already pulled off. I had just started to undo my pants when I heard a knocking at the door.
“Who is it?” I called.
“Room Service,” came the unknown voice from the other side of the door.
‘What, are they mind readers? I didn’t order any fucking room service,’ I thought as I went for the door. I quickly pulled on the door as I began to vocalize my thoughts. “I didn’t order any –”
“No, you didn’t,” replied LaMisha once the door had swung fully open. I stood there staring at the lovely bartender for what seemed like an eternity, holding up my pants with one hand and the doorknob in the other. “Now, that is a sight!” she said, finally breaking the awkward silence.
I looked down at myself, then back at her. “Uh… thanks.”
“Are you going to invite me in,” asked LaMisha, “or am I looking for something where I shouldn’t be looking?”
“Actually, I think you're looking in the right place,” I replied, stepping out of the doorway and smiling as LaMisha strode in like she owned the place. And at that moment, she did as far as I was concerned.
“So, how did you find me?” I asked as I closed the door and unconsciously locked it behind me.
“Your key card you presented to pay for your drinks, silly!”
“Of course,” I said, shaking my head stupidly. “But, I mean –”
“I’m sure you mean, ‘why am I here?’,” she said. “I don’t know. Maybe it has something to do with thanking my knight in shining armor?”
She turned and walked towards the bed, her full ass swaying ever so sweetly within the confines of her tight designer jeans.
“I get a lot of crap like that,” she said over her shoulder. “Comes with the territory when your pretty much consists of getting traveling businessmen to run up a big bar bill. Makes it kind of a lonely job, sometimes.”
“Somehow I don’t see you as being someone who ever has to worry about being lonely.” I said.
She turned back towards me and shrugged, a simple motion that caused her massive breasts to bounce under her shirt. She smiled and kicked off her high-heeled shoes one by one, still standing. “But, you don’t have to be lonely to be horny.”
“That's very true,” I replied, quickly getting an idea where this was going... and looking forward to it.
“Now, I'm horny, and I want to properly thank the knight who stood up for my virtue.”
I stood, transfixed as she slowly undid the buttons of her shirt, eventually revealing a massive cleavage that sank into a satiny bra. She then moved her hands down and undid her jeans and began to slide them down her ebony legs. As she bent over, her breasts, still confined to her lacy bra, hung downward and looked to be even larger than I had first imagined. She stood upright again as she pulled off her shirt.
LaMisha was a delicious vision. She stood confidently before me in her bronze bra and matching thong, her chocolate skin looking soft and inviting, and a smile on her face that told me that, even if I had wanted to do so, there was nothing I could do to resist her. I walked over to her and wrapped my arms around her, drawing her to me in a deep kiss as her lips immediately parted to accept my tongue. With my hand no longer holding up my jeans they feel to the floor. Still not a man to wear underwear when I’m in my jeans, my rapidly growing dick immediately jumped and pressed against LaMisha’s warm belly.
“All hail virtue,” I said.
Without another word, LaMisha spun me around and forced me to sit on the edge of the bed. She grabbed the legs of my jeans and quickly pulled them the rest of the way off of me, then returned to kissing me, this time it was her tongue pushing deep into my throat. Then she pulled back and smiled.
“You probably want to get a better look at these, don’t you,” she said with a sly smile. “You know; my big-ass titties.”
Reaching behind herself and undoing her bra, with the clasp undone the sheer mass of her gorgeous melons nearly shot her bra off of her. I was awed by their fullness, by the nearly black, softball-sized aureola surrounding her huge nipples, and how they rested on her frame with just the right amount of sag.
I gently grasped a cantaloupe-sized breast in each hand as best I could, amazed at their firm, yet pliant texture, caressing them as I admired them, lost in their beauty.
“You’re not gonna hurt ‘em, Chase from California,” she cooed, taking my hands in hers and forcing me to squeeze her tits firmly. “They won’t break.”
Taking her cue I started to massage her boobs with more vigor, which brought a groan deep in her throat. She placed a hand on the back of my head and mashed one of her fleshy globes into my face. I instinctively opened my mouth wide and drew in as much of the massive nipple into my mouth as I could, suckling on it like a starving baby.
“That’s it, honey,” she purred.
Not waiting for me to make the change voluntarily, LaMisha pushed my head towards her other breast while shifting her shoulder to drive it hard into my face. I again eagerly fed my sexual hunger upon her sensitive tit-flesh. I sensed a spicy, musky aroma about her, which only furthered my desire to feast upon her. I then began to use less of my tongue and more of my teeth on her rubbery nipple, gently gnawing upon the firm nubs.
“Now you’ve got it,” she said with a sexy rasp to her voice. “That’s the way momma likes it!”
Obviously enjoying being in control, LaMisha moved my head back to the first tit where I didn’t hesitate to work that nipple with my teeth as well. Then she suddenly drew back from me and just as quickly fell to her knees, grasping my raging hard-on with her hand and taking me into her hot mouth in one swift move.
LaMisha’s head bobbed on my cock, her motions perfectly aligned to my length and slight curve as if we had been sharing moments like this for years, making my body quiver with every intake of my flesh into her talented throat. Her tongue worked the underside of my cockhead expertly, giving intense pleasure without taking me over the edge too soon. Without disturbing a single stroke of her head upon my dick, she reached up with her hands and began to play with my nipples, working each one with her fingers and sending my body into shivers. I never knew my own nipples to be so sensitive, or to connect so much and heighten my pleasure.
I could feel myself nearing climax, but LaMisha abruptly pulled her head away from my saliva-slickened cock and stood up again. The swiftly slid her fingers into the waistband of her thong and pushed it down her legs. Once the thong was to her knees it fell to the floor by itself as LaMisha put a hand against my chest and forced me back onto the bed before I could even get a look at her pussy. I needn’t have worried through, because as soon as I was on my back she was climbing over me.
I thought she was going to plant herself onto my steel-like tool, but her path continued quickly over me until her knees were tucked over my shoulders and she was straddling my face with her meaty thighs. The sight nearly took my breath away as I looked up to see the neatly trimmed pubic hair of her snatch, and as my gaze continued up and over her smooth belly to the most incredible view of those massive tits that seemed to nearly defy gravity.
As if the scent of her breast flesh hadn’t been intoxicating enough, the scent of her pussy gave me a head rush with its sweet, almost vanilla aroma. My mouth watered in anticipation as LaMisha slid her long fingers down and spread the thick lips of her pussy, exposing her pink insides. Equally as stunning was her large clit that protruded out at my face like a small female cock. Without another moment for me to react, LaMisha lowered herself onto my face and forced her cunt and stiff clit into my mouth.
I wanted to devour her. I worked my mouth around her thick labia and forced my tongue into her hole, alternating with suckling on that enormous clitty as she rocked her hips along my face. I instinctively held the firm cheeks of her ass in my hands and followed her motions. When I looked up, I could see her kneading her tits. Not wanting to miss any chance to play with her melons myself, I drew my hands away from her butt and reached up to her breasts, eagerly working her mammaries myself.
“Now you’ve done it!” she growled.
I had been feeding off of her cunt like a starving man, and she responded by mashing herself harder against my face, pushing my head into the soft mattress. I thought she would suffocate me in her excitement, and I really didn’t care if I came out of this moment alive, I was so into it.
“Don’t stop, honey!” she groaned. “I’m there!”
Suffocation was the last thing on my mind as her body began to shudder with a depth that felt like a huge vibrator had gone off. LaMisha bent over at the waist and supported he upper body with her arms on the bed, still rocking her hips over me and pushing her pussy harder onto me while I never let her tits leave my clawing hands. By the time I could hear her start to squeal in delight, up to that moment I thought I would nearly drown in my own saliva. But that was nothing compared to the torrent of pussy juice that literally exploded onto my face. It was as if a flood had erupted from deep within her body, washing over me as my tongue and mouth worked her into a final climactic frenzy. One last scream from her, and LaMisha rolled off of my face and onto her back, heaving like she couldn’t get any air into her lungs.
I followed her and rolled up onto my knees and looked over her, catching my first full sight of her naked chocolate body. She lay there panting, her legs spread wide and her swollen cunt lips surrounding her gaping pink hole, glistening pussy juices smeared all over the insides of her muscular thighs, and her boobs rising and falling with each labored breath as if riding the crests of ocean waves and barely revealing her smiling face.
“I guess,” she whispered between intakes of air, “I should have warned you that I’m a gusher when I cum.”
“That was a first for me,” I said, grinning like a fool, I’m sure. I could still feel her juices nearly to my ears and running down my chin and onto my neck. “That was pretty awesome.”
She looked up at me from between her breasts and winked. “You’re not done yet. Get that thing over here.”
Still happily catering to her every demand, I crawled up and took my place over LaMisha while her hand found my rock-hard cock and directed me into her waiting, sloppy hole. I immediately slid to the hilt in her velvet tunnel and started to take long and dedicated strokes, savoring every inch of movement within her hot body.
“Mmm, that’s nice,” she said, “but by now you gotta know that momma likes it harder.”
I obeyed and upped the tempo of my strokes, pushing myself a little further each time and working my testicles into the wet crack of her ass. I looked down to see the erotic contrasts of our skin as my lily-white cock, glistening with my lover's copious juices, disappeared and reappeared over and over into the pink folds of LaMisha's chocolate body.
“Harder!” she demanded. “Fuck me like you know you want to!”
Like how I wanted? Or how LaMisha wanted? Who gives a fuck? I threw all of me into the moment, pounding ferociously and deeply into LaMisha's slick pussy as if trying to push the breath out of her. I watched in glee as her huge tits rolled back and forth over her chest, their motion fueled by my near-violent thrusts.
“Harder!” she screamed.
When LaMisha drew her legs up and over my biceps, I thought I was going to fall into her. I drove my cock into her like a wild man, our bodies mashing together like a train wreck. I slammed my prick into her, my balls making a loud smacking sound with each hard landing against her cushioned ass.
“Yes!” she squealed. “Cum with me!”
Having gloriously gone through it once already, I knew we were there when LaMisha began to shake all over. I could feel her vibrations course through my pounding cock and then through my entire body as if a massive earthquake had just struck. Her hips bucked off the bed to meet my every thrust, and I thought she would send me flying across the room. I held on and drilled my cock into my black bombshell as hard as I could until her climax wracked her body and each stroke of my dick in her hungry hole sprayed me with her erupting pussy juices, all over my hips and thighs, and literally splashing off of my balls.
Then my own orgasm welled up through me, a feeling so intense that I couldn’t feel the bed, couldn’t see the light in the room, couldn’t feel anything but the most incredible pleasures in my cock as I met LaMisha’s eruptions with a torrent of my own, my semen coursing through my cock in unrelenting waves. I didn’t think it was going to stop; I didn’t want it to stop. My balls seemed to implode and I shot my seed deeply into LaMisha while still driving myself into her until neither of us had anything left to give.
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The above story is excerpted from Donn Falcone’s sexually-charged novel,
When a man in a sexless marriage also has to deal with his wife's growing mental instability, he decides a short separation is in order. Climbing aboard his motorcycle, he heads off for a break from the pain and frustration. While the adventure quickly reveals he's not the only sexually frustrated person out there, he also gets a lot more than he bargained for in the form of someone trying to kill him.
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