Free Nympho by Andrea Blackstone Page A

phone with one hand, while rubbing myself through the fabric with the other.
    IT’S ME AGAIN. GOT 2 HAVE YOU. I WANT 2 ROCK YOUR WORLD ALL DAY LONG. MAKE SOME TIME 4 ME. GET AT ME WHEN YOU READ THIS.
    The more messages Rico sent my way, the dirtier they got, and the more I touched myself, fighting off the desire to hunt for an orgasm. He was bold, decisive and daring—Rico was my kind of player.
    I looked to the left and the right, closed my phone, and then took it with me to the bathroom. After I shut and locked the door, I feverishly stripped down to my panties. I sat down on top of the toilet, squeezing my thighs together, continuing to allow him to turn me on. I stuck one of my fingers in my mouth, imagining that I was sucking cock, as I continued to read several more messages from Rico. When the moistness between my legs began flowing faster, I deleted the messages, shut my phone, and began to dress. Then, I made a fatal mistake and opened it once more. I found an erotic picture of Rico’s beautiful erect penis staring at me.
    U NEED INCENTIVE. PERHAPS FOREPLAY WILL DO. W HAT HE DOES, U KNOW I’LL DO 5 X’S BETTER. LET’S B FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS. U’LL HAVE THE BEST OF BOTH WORLDS .
    His words were enticing. I found myself responding by licking my breasts, walking over to the mirror to play with myself while typing a reply in between. Watching my body in the mirror heightened my arousal so much that I removed the bobby pins from my bun, shook my hair loose, and let if fall on my shoulders. I felt free, adventurous and sexy.
    Rico kept sending texts, telling me what to do, and I’d send replies back. I liked what he brought out in me. I set my phone down then palmed my ass with one hand while fingering myself with the other. When I heard footsteps approach the door, I quickly picked up my cell phone and hid it behind the shower curtain.
    â€œLeslie, are you okay?” Trey asked. I didn’t answer. “Just because I’m mad at you doesn’t mean that I don’t love you,” he said softly.
    â€œI’m fine,” I answered through the door in a snappy tone.
    â€œAre you sick? Open the door. I want to make sure you’re all right.” I drank exotic fantasies from a fountain of lust that Rico created. As they danced through my head, I quickly opened the door. Although Trey often told me he thought oral sex was nasty thing for me to do after our engagement, I was determined to prove that he’d enjoy it once again. I dropped to my knees, pulled Trey in by his hand, unbuckled his pants, and licked him from him from his asshole to his balls. At first, he tried to push my head away. His body twitched a little as his tool grew; reminding me that he was a pretty big dicked brutha, he put up far less resistance. Leaning forward I prompted Trey to slide his thick, long meat into my mouth. A warm feeling covered my body as I moved my head back and forth, enjoying the taste of him. Trey was on the cusp of erupting and I wanted to make him cum until he felt too weak to walk. Seeing him turned on gave me pleasure, and I yearned to remind him all about the joys of having spontaneous sex with me.
    Suddenly his mood shifted back to a distant, frigid place. “This is my parent’s house. I can’t do this. No way.”
    â€œThat’s just some weak excuse. You liked it, I could tell. I need you. Please, Trey, let me. I really need to do this to you,” I begged, nearly in tears from feeling sheer agony.
    Trey pushed me away from him, muttering something about this house was sacred ground. So much for the thrill of getting off in a taboo place—homeboy wasn’t having it.
    â€œGet dressed, Leslie. We really shouldn’t be having sex before we get married. In fact, as of this second, we’re not going to any longer. Now I’ve got to get back to the kitchen before someone comes looking for us,” he said, stuffing his privates back in