I positioned the tip against my entrance, feeling the cool firmness press against my heat. Slowly, I pushed it inside, inch by inch, my pussy stretching to accommodate the thick vegetable. A moan escaped my lips as I felt myself open up, the sensation foreign but not unpleasant.
"Fuck," I whimpered, sliding it deeper. The cucumber filled me completely, the ridges and firmness hitting spots my toys never quite reached. I began to move it in and out, slowly at first, then picking up speed as my body adjusted.
"That's my good girl," Lira purred through the screen. "Fuck yourself with it. Show me how wet you get."
I thrust the cucumber harder, faster, my free hand moving to my clit to rub tight circles. The combination had me gasping, my hips rolling to meet each stroke. My pussy clenched around it, cream coating the condom as I worked myself closer to the edge.
"Oh shit, oh shit," I chanted, my voice rising. The cucumber hit my G-spot with every thrust, sending shockwaves through my body. I could feel my orgasm building, that familiar tightening in my core.
"Cum for me, baby," Lira commanded, her own moans filling my ears. "Let me see that pretty pussy cum."
That was all it took. My body seized up, my back arching off the floor as I came hard, squirting all over the cucumber and my hand. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed through me, my pussy pulsing and clenching as I rode out the intense orgasm.
But I wasn't done. The cucumber was still inside me, and my body was still hungry. I kept fucking myself, chasing another peak, my moans turning desperate and needy.
"Again," Lira urged. "Give me another one."
I thrust harder, my fingers working my clit frantically. The second orgasm hit even harder than the first, my whole body shaking as I came again, more liquid gushing from my pussy and pooling on the floor beneath me.
I wasn't expecting to cum back-to-back from a fucking cucumber, but I'd never do this shit ever again, no matter how good it felt. Now when I look at a damn cucumber my pussy is going to tingle and my clit will throb like crazy.
Taking a brief moment, I could never cum and go on about my day, especially if the orgasm took a lot out of me. My legs were still stinging and my toes were cramped, from curling them so hard. My floor was drenched in my milky white cum like I spilled a bottle of water all over the floor. I released a low giggle as I took a snapshot of it to post on After Dark for my subscribers to see.
As much as I wanted to lay down, I had to clean up my mess. Not letting it go untamed, I trotted inside my laundry room to get my mop bucket. I couldn't wait for the water to boil, so I turned on my kettle and waited for it to heat up, before pouring it inside the clean mop bucket. The bleach and green Fabuloso mixture always did the trick and I cleaned everything right on up.
I'd already showered prior to our session, so all I had to do was brush my teeth again and clean my pussy and ass with a hot rag. Not really in the mood to cook, I quickly put on some clothes, a T-shirt and leggings with some Crocs, grabbed my keys and wallet then jetted out the door. The second I opened my door I was met by a handsome man holding a twenty-four-count bouquet of beautifully wrapped roses in his hand. My mouth gaped open, but it shut hearing him speak and announce his impromptu arrival.
"Are you Ms. Fine Shit?" he read from a card peeking from the bouquet. Hearing that I knew exactly where they were from.The only question that was running through my mind was how the fuck did he get my address.
Giving the guy a smile, I thanked him for the flowers and tipped him, releasing a low snicker as he jogged to his delivery car. So I could place the flowers on my island, I closed and locked the door first. They were beautiful and I love red roses this much to get them professionally wrapped so I knew Dose spent a pretty penny. Out of curiosity, I grabbed the card and read it.
Dear Ms. Fine Shit, I'm listening to you. I was about to send 5 G's but you got that! This should be a start. Call me when you get these, 901-805-5569.
A blush crept on my face as I stared at the roses a little too long before snatching my eyes away from them, placing them delicately on the counter after smelling them.
After getting my rice order from Tokyo Grill, I went home and ate my food. While eating I was contemplating heavy on calling Dose. No doubt he was fine as fuck, but it was something about Dose that was telling me he wasn't no good. I could see right through men like him after dealing with his kind for so long. I'm sure he'd be a good fuck, but that's where it stands.
Last night, I was shocked to see him, and it wasn't a pang of possibility that I'd run into him. It never crossed my mind. He was dripped in sexy from head to toe in the black Armani suit. It looked stitched directly to fit his Herculean frame. The black blazer hugged his broad shoulders and sculpted chest before tapering at his waist, while tailored trousers skimmed over his sculpted thighs and long legs. Standing tall, he was sexy as a motherfucker, and carried himself the entire night with confidence, as I eyeballed him whenever he wasn't looking. During our conversation at the bar, I noticed a flash from the gold grill in his mouth when he turned his slow grin intosomething dangerous. It was a sting of Memphis swag, polished enough to reveal his hood demeanor.
Also, his intoxicating scent was so alluring that it made me want to melt between the sheets of his bed, or douse it in a pillowcase and lay on it all night and get cozy.
I noticed a lot when talking to him. He looked me in my eyes when I talked, and he could hold a conversation. I also noticed how he seemed to get slightly offended that I was reading him like an open book.
There was no need to play coy, as if I was blind to the bullshit he was putting down. Aside from making bomb content, I couldn't do shit with Dose. Me being a few years his senior never played a factor because he had a lot of growing up to do, but if he wanted to bullshit a bullshitter, I'm the perfect match for his ass.
Giving in, I removed the card from the roses and eyeballed his number long enough to memorize it before dialing it. It dialed and dialed and I was about to end the call, until he picked up on the third ring, sounding anxious, like he'd been waiting on my call.
"Hey," I responded. "Dose?"
"Shit," he hissed, then cleared his throat. "Yeah, baby, wassup." He responded, throwing formalities out the window.
"You're not gonna ask who this is?"
He chuckled. It was a throaty rasp. "Naw, 'cuz I know who you is."
"Thank you for the roses. How'd you get my address?"
"Does it matter?" He questioned.