MEETING MIMI
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Mimi sashayed her way into the bar sensuously and confidently. Wearing a tight black leather trench coat with the fiercest, ankle strapped stilettos from Frederick’s of Hollywood; to showcase her pretty, size eight feet, she was a working woman on a mission. Although no one in the bar could see it, the only thing she wore underneath the short trench coat was an even shorter, black lace teddy that she hoped some handsome stranger would appreciate in her very near future.
Mimi was hot and horny and needed a release in the worst way. She knew she four inch high heels and a teaser of smooth curvaceous legs were the right ammunition to accomplish her goal. “May I have a triple shot of Henny?” she asked the bartender as she sat down on the second to last barstool at the end of the bar.
The bartender grinned widely at her, rolling his toothpick from one side of his mouth to the other. “Sweetie there is no doubt in my mind that you may have whatever it is you’re looking for tonight, looking like that,” he winked at her.
Flattered by the compliment, she winked back and smiled, “Triple Henny is all I’m looking for,” she lied. A triple shot of Henny was going to be only her beginning that evening. She was going for a triple-header round of oral, vaginal, and if he played his cards right, anal sex too. She wanted to get licked, dicked, sucked, fucked, jammed, rammed, laid, sprayed, eaten, and beaten. She had an intense fire of passion growing inside of her that needed to be further ignited by an equally ravenous force.
Mimi took a small sip of the smooth, warm Cognac and caught a glimpse of her reflection in the bar mirror. It was a self she almost didn’t recognize with the long platinum blonde wig she was wearing. Although was a definite unnatural contrast to her peanut butter colored complexion, it was a good mix of sensual and sexy. She dabbed a tiny bit of extra gloss on her lips. “Blondes are definitely going to have more fun tonight!” she said out loud to herself.
“Yeeessssss Lawd! ” Mimi heard from the raspy voiced man who staggered his way over and plopped himself two seats away from her. “Blondes will sho nuf be having mo fun tonight,” he said toasting his glass towards her.
She forced him a flirty grin, “Thanks pops,” she said noticing he was missing at least three front teeth and that he oozed so much alcohol from his pores he’d have been hazardous if bars still allowed smoking. Mimi wondered, why it was ALWAYS the toothless old man, with no possible chance in either Heaven or Hell, to be the first to try to holler.
“What’s a fine lil sumthin sumthin like you doing out all alone with no man,” Old Raspy inquired.
Mimi laughed playfully, swinging her head slightly to one side, forcing her blonde hair to flow lightly. She caught Old Raspy eyeing her legs as if they’d make a nice meal for a man who hadn’t eaten in weeks. “I’m just out having a drink just like you are,” she said innocently while praying all the while that he wouldn’t take a chance at moving closer to the stool next to hers.
“My mind’s telling me nooooo………….
But my body, my body’s telling me yesssss
Baby, I don’t wanna hurt nobody….
But there is something that I must confessssssssssss…” the seductive music of R. Kelly’s Bump and Grind began to flow from the speakers.
Then as if from some scripted cue, he was standing in front of her. He had come right in between her and Old Raspy. “You look like a damsel in distress,” he smiled.
He was tall and almond complexioned. He was thick but not heavy, bald with ridiculously seductive, sexy lips. And he smelled so incredibly good, his aroma alone, not to mention the very sight of this handsome specimen made her moist and tingly. “May I buy you another?” he asked lifting his own bottle of Corona to his lips and taking a long swig. His voice was smooth. Confident.
Mmmmmm……. to be that bottle neck right now, going in between those juicy, tantalizing lips, she thought to herself. “You absolutely may,” she replied downing the rest of her drink in one huge swallow. “You’re welcome to buy that and whatever else you think you might like.” She watched him while fantasizing about how it would be like to feel those thick lips, kissing, caressing, and stroking her own lips- BOTH sets. She got so lost in her lustful thoughts, Mimi almost moaned out loud.
“So you just gonna cock-block a brotha?” Old Raspy interrupted and got loud with Mr. Sexy Lips.
The younger man turned to the older, “No sir, I’m not blocking at all,” he said respectfully. “But the lady and I have a prior business transaction to discuss,” he smiled and winked at Mimi before getting the bartender’s attention, “Whatever he’s drinking, his next one’s on me.” He looked back at the older man. “No harm no foul.”
Having pacified the old man, Mr. Sexy Lips walked around and pulled up the chair on the opposite side of her. “Now, where were we?” he asked. “I think you mentioned something about being able to buy whatever I might like.” He sat down, grinned while licking his lips and eyed her possibilities.
She let her tongue slowly trace the outline of her lips before replying. “ANYTHING you like.” She hoped he was imagining her soft lips sliding up and down the length of his thickness. She imagined he tasted as good as he looked. Mimi was so turned on, her womanhood was throbbing. It ached with desire. She opened the bottom of her coat to give her new admirer a full view of her thick peanut-butter colored thighs.
He didn’t even attempt to hide his excitement. “Oooh wee mama!” He shook his head with doubt. “Just looking at those legs alone makes me wonder if I have enough money in my wallet for everything I might want.”
She opened her legs in his direction. “I take various forms of payment,” she grinned seductively pleased by the desire she saw in his eyes. “What is it that you feel in the mood for tonight?”
The handsome stranger reached out and slowly caressed his big hand up the length of her smooth leg from the calf all the way up, resting it on her thigh. He smiled. “I’m in the mood for these pretty legs to wrapped around my head while you wiggle and squirm and scream out begging me to stop.”
She let out a slight moan as she answered, “that would never happen.”
“Oh it wouldn’t?” he asked lightly caressing the inside of her thigh. “Which part would never happen?”
His touch was intense, electrifying to her senses. She wanted him right then and right there. Wanted him to pick her up, lay he down on top of the bar counter, spread her legs open, pour the rest of her drink in between her drink in between legs and devour her throbbing pussy right there in front of anyone who cared to watch.
She came back to herself. “The part about me begging you to stop,” she replied sipping her drink.
She felt him slide his hand further up the inside of her thighs until his fingers were lightly stroking the outside of her panties. She instinctively opened her legs for him. From her peripheral view, she could see the toothless old coot a few chairs over sneaking quick peeks of their tryst, but Mimi didn’t care and Mr. Sexy Lips obviously didn’t give a damn. Her body needed this.
“I don’t know little mama,” he said discreetly slipping his finger inside her panties and slowly easing them inside her very wet softness. “You think you can handle all this?” he asked suddenly forcing his two thickest fingers as far up inside her warm canal as they would go. He gently stroked the opening back and forth with his thumb.
“Ooooooh, “ Mimi moaned softly letting her relax to the feeling flooding her body. “Mm-hm,” she tried to answer affirmatively but no words would come out. She heard Mr. Sexy Lips tell the bartender they were ready for the check. She watched him casually drink the rest of his drink with his free hand, all the while continuously fingering her needy pussy with his other one. She knew the bartender and Mr. Snaggletooth were both fully aware of what was going on. Stevie Wonder would have been able to see this. Their voyeurism was the aphrodisiac Mimi needed.
Except for the skillful finger fuck that was happening in between her legs, Mimi closed her eyes and ignored everything else around her. He fingered and stroked her aching hotness with a skilled intensity that forced Mimi to give in to his pleasure. As quietly as she could, she succumbed and climaxed right there on the barstool.
He smiled wickedly as she panted softly to catch her breath. “You okay lil mama?” he asked licking her juices off his fingers before handing her some napkins for the spill inside her panties. “Cause you know I haven’t even gotten started on your fine ass YET.”
Mimi giggled as she hopped off the bar stool and quickly headed to the bathroom as dignified as she could.
The bartender chuckled at Mimi’s Mr. Sexy Lips. “Well it’s obvious that you and the wifey are gonna have a very hot night tonight. You two crack me up every time you come in here. And by the way, your wife makes one sexy looking blonde”
He flashed the bartender a sly grin. “The kids are at her mom’s house for the whole weekend, so for the next two days Mimi’s ass is all MINE!!!”
© October 2012, S Lynne Lewis as Soul of a Poet All rights reserved.
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Most married women consider a chick like me, to be their worst nightmare. I don’t get that. You won’t fuck him and you don’t think somebody else will? On the rare and special occasions that you do give up the ass, you have restrictions: “Don’t mess up my hair”, “No penetration back there”, “Hurry up, I gotta get some sleep” “Not too loud, the noise might wake up the kids” “You can’t touch me right here in public, somebody might see” Etc, etc….. You have so many NO’s it’s a wonder you two had children. Dayum, it’s no wonder he found me appetizing, your man was damn near starved. And hell yeah I fed his ass. He hadn’t had unconditional pussy like this since BEFORE you two were married. Does that make sense?
Yeah, I took pity on your malnourished mate and gave him what he needed. What he needed. Whenever he needed it. However he needed it- the sustenance his body craved.
I easily entice him swaying my thick hips as I walk by wearing stilettos, a tight, short skirt, and an off-the-shoulder top. Things you won’t wear because you’re afraid of looking even the slightest bit like a whore. Men love seeing skin. It opens the floodgate to their imagination. I’m eye-candy when you’ve kept him sugar-free.
I let him touch him in public. Let him stroke, fondle, and finger my wetness right there under the dinner booth while I took great pleasure in returning the favor, stroking his thick swelling manhood, forcing him to explode in my hand while we sat there getting drunk on Tequilla. Licking and sucking the sweet juices off each others’ fingers when we are done.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I hear you say, your man wants a lady in the streets and freak in the bed. But you ignore that latter part, won’t even give the man head. I do. I LOVE the taste of his meaty dick in my mouth. My tongue, teasingly swirling all around the tip before greedily licking up and down the length of his shaft. My jaws tightening all around it as I get it wetter and wetter. I can feel it swelling on my tongue. He grabs and holds the back of my head forcing me to take it all, never easing up when I begin to gag. “Oh you just have to tear up baby, because you are going to swallow every muthafucking inch of this dick tonight,” he says plunging his girth further and further down the back of my throat. I love it when he busts his nut in my mouth. Something he says you, his wife, never once, allowed him to do. He loves the way I greedily lick every drop. It’s not long before he begins turning rock hard again and is ready another round.
This time he has me on all fours and penetrates me from behind. I love taking your man’s dick doggystyle. He loves looking at my big, round, caramel colored ass as he hits it from behind. He slaps my ass cheeks as he thrusts inside me, furthering his penetration with each thick stroke. SLAP!!! “Whose pussy is this?”
I don’t answer quick enough.
SLAP!!! “Bitch, I asked whose pussy is this?”
“Yours!” I cry out taking his deep, forceful thrusts in my wet, gushing vagina as his thighs slap hard against my ass.
The truth is, it aint really his pussy because I like dick waaaaay too much to limit myself to just one. I’m only fucking him because you won’t. And frankly with all the good-ass dick your man’s got, SOMEBODY’S gotta do it. May as well be me.
*Note: All SINS OF S.O.A.P. Journal Entries are purely fictional- for entertainment purposes ONLY.
© SLynneL as Soul of a Poet November 2012 All rights reserved.
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Slickery dickery dock
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My tongue slid up his cock
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I love to hear him moan
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As I slurp on his bone
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Slickery dickery dock
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Slickery dickery dock
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I love his long, hard rock
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Within my tight butt
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He thrusts HARD and busts his nut
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Slickery
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Dickery
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DOCK!!!
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©November 2012, SLynneL as Soul of a Poet All Rights Reserved.
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