Fantasy (4 page)

“Tonight at eight o’clock, and make sure you wear that sexy red dress we picked out.”
Being me can be so wonderful at times. I mean, what better job to have than a Headhunter? I get to pick my own schedule, and I come and go as I please. My clientele is made up of women that know exactly what they want—a nice long dick with a strong back attached to it. What better way to start your day?
I travel nationwide to give them exactly what they are looking for. Now, my family thinks I work for the airlines; that’s why I’m always gone. But, in all actuality, I’m “working” the airlines on a more personal level. Let’s just say when you develop a relationship with a couple of pilots, you get to fly for free. Feel me?
Everything I do is real discreet, so the last thing you have to worry about is your business getting out. I usually get my clients from hearsay . . . my clients telling their girl-friends, etc. My services are not cheap by a long shot; that’s why I perform like I’m doing it for TV. You just tell me what you are looking for in a man—or woman if you just want some tongue game—and I headhunt for you. Now, I’m not guaranteeing a relationship or marriage, but I can insure a night of total satisfaction.
Right now I’m on my way to meet Sadiq, who is a Cuban, Haitian, and Africa- American bundle of muscle. Standing six feet even, and weighing in at two-forty, man, I almost kept him for damn myself. He has to have the whitest teeth I’ve ever seen on a man so chocolate. Impressed, my client, put in such an order; but more important, she requested he have at least a footlong tool. Honestly I thought that would be the hardest part of my job, but you’d be surprised at how many men don’t mind showing you what they’re working with.
I met Sadiq in Jamaica at a Hedonism event. I don’t usually participate, I’m more of a voyeur. At events like this it’s strictly business. I go to look for
potentials
for my client base so that I know whom to pass off to. In a setting like this, I can see them in action and see what they are packing. That way, when someone has a request, I know whom to call.
When I saw Sadiq my mouth fell open involuntarily. I was coming from the pool, and was on my way to change for brunch, when I walked past his room. The only rule I think they have is if you are engaging in sex you have to leave the door open. I saw him from the back at first, and I had to step back and look again because I liked his skin tone.
Sadiq had a sexy little Latino woman twisted like a damn pretzel. From my position at the door, I could see him driving into her with so much force I almost came—and he wasn’t even sexing me. Getting bold with it, I took a seat in the room and took notes on the stationary that was sitting on the desk.
His body had a light sheen of sweat that made him personify melting chocolate on her skin. His nipples were about two shades darker than his complexion, and he sported a nipple ring on the right that looked scrumptious. His jet-black hair and full goatee was the same color, and I couldn’t take my eyes off him.
He moved inside of her with long, slow strokes that had my walls pulsating and had my clit jumping against the fabric of my bathing suit. The entire time he was inside of her our eyes locked. The Latino woman moaned like she hoped it never ended, and I wished we could swap positions.
I just sat back and enjoyed the performance as he worked it out something serious. He got up on his knees and leaned back so that his butt touched his calves. Then, he took her by her waist and positioned her so that they met pelvis to pelvis. I inched a little closer to the bed so that I could really see what he had going on, and, damn, was I shocked.
Sadiq was the proud owner of twelve marvelous inches. It looked smooth in texture, and I really had to refrain from reaching out and touching it. The head had a nice mushroom shape, and he donned a hood piercing that looked like it caused all kinds of havoc if rubbed against your clit. I took my seat again and allowed him to continue.
He took her nipples into his mouth one at a time, then both together, periodically giving me a glimpse of his pink tongue. The muscles in his back did a dance of their own as he quickened is pace, damn near knocking the bottom out of her pussy. He was killing the game, taking her legs and holding her off the bed by her ankles while he tried to push all of himself in her. I was holding on to the arms of the chairs like I was on a roller coaster waiting to get to the top.
And, man, when we got there and the roller coaster tipped over and went down the other side, the ride was phenomenal. He flipped her over on her stomach like she was a damn rag doll and dug all into her. I found myself short of breath on a few occasions, especially when he pulled her to the edge of the bed, and squatted under her like she was riding him from the edge. He moved in and out of her so slow, it was like they were moving in slow motion. Just before he lay down to let her ride, I gave him my business card and my room number so that I could get some more information from him. I had to have him on my roster; it was a must.
I would be on the island for four days, so I planned to make the most of it. Early in the morning, just as the sun is coming up, I go running on the beach as my daily exercise. Gotta keep the body firm in my line of business. But don’t get it twisted; I deal with women that weigh anywhere between eight and eight hundred pounds. Big girls need love, too; and from what a lot of men tell me, they have the tightest, juiciest pussies out there, so don’t sleep.
Every morning, for the past two days, I’ve been crossing paths with this guy that looks good enough to eat. He looks like a native, though. His pecan skin and curly hair gives him the appearance of maybe being from Brazil, but when he speaks I can hear the islands in his tone. All he ever said was good morning, but it doesn’t take much.
Well, it just so happens, the hotel has a personal massage parlor that comes complimentary with your stay. So after I ate a light lunch, I went to get the stress rubbed out of my body. I signed in and stripped naked, putting on the robe that they supplied. A few minutes later, a woman, dressed in a sexy wrap skirt and bikini top escorted me to a room where I would be serviced. I requested a masseur, and she assured me he would be in to work his magic in a few. I hung up the robe and made myself comfortable on the table as she lit the aromatherapy candles.
Just as she was leaving, my friend from the beach walks in and washes his hands. I smiled on the inside as he got the oils together and turned on the radio to some soothing tunes. I closed my eyes the instant his hands made contact with my skin. With hands as big as his, you’d think they’d be rough, but his hands were as soft as a baby’s ass, and I was loving it. I was putty in his hands as he worked the stress out of my body with strong yet gentle strokes on my skin.
He paid special attention to each foot before moving his hands up my legs. When he reached the space between my thighs, I felt his finger trace the lips of my vagina before he moved to massage my thighs. My body tensed for a split second as I made an effort to pretend like what he had just done didn’t faze me, but my hormones were filled to capacity and just waiting to burst out.
I was ready to give it to him. Hell, I was already on my stomach so it would take nothing for me to be in my favorite position. I could be face down, ass up for days if it were at all possible. I started to spread my legs wider, but my head was in the opening of the massage table, preventing my sight of any action—and I liked to watch. I thought about just rising up on my knees, too, but I didn’t want to jeopardize his job for a quick moment of pleasure. Besides, I was here for business of my own, so ain’t no use in starting something I can’t finish, anyway.
I was so busy daydreaming, the masseur had to tell me twice to turn over before I obliged. Once the cool air in the room hit the front of my body, my nipples stood at attention instantly. Goose bumps ran the entire length of my body, and my pussy pulsated in anticipation of feeling his hands work magic on my skin again.
The sheet covered my mid section, and his hands warmed my breast. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the journey his fingers took across my body. My skin felt hot like cayenne pepper, and I wanted him inside of me so bad.
I kept my eyes closed as he removed the sheet and covered my treasure with his mouth. His arms and tongue circled my exotic pearl repeatedly, building cream up inside of me. I let him control the flow and didn’t hesitate to rest the heels of my feet on the upper part of his back, right between his shoulder blades.
He grabbed me by my waist and hoisted my body up on his shoulders. I took hold of the slow-moving ceiling fan to maintain my balance, and he walked me around in a circle, never loosing contact with my panic button. I let go of the fan long enough for him to lower me down onto his length and pin my back against the wall. I could feel his testicles slap against my ass every time our bodies met. My nectar ran down his length and began forming a puddle underneath us. He was doing the damn thing to me, and for the first time in ages I was speechless.
For the remainder of my stay, he took care of me. I swear if I could’ve stuck him in one of my suitcases I would’ve. It was a sad goodbye, but I made sure to get his information for later use. He escorted me to my plane, and I made sure to give him one of my business cards so that we could keep in touch.
On the flight back to the states, I was seated next to an exceptionally sexy man that I had trouble keeping my eyes off. Really, I tried to keep business as just that, but from the way he looked I would soon be getting my initiation into the mile high club—if I had anything to do with it. I was partial to vanilla, but this man made me want to dip into the lighter side of the rainbow. He was definitely a pretty boy, and an ideal date for Marsha, one of my clients from Jersey, but I had to at least see what he was working with before I passed him on.
After the plane lifted off and leveled out, and after we were able to move about freely in the air, I made it my business to show this man all of my assets. Suddenly happy that I had decided to wear nothing under the short skirt I had on, I practically sat in his lap as I scooted out into the aisle to go to the restroom. I wanted to take him with me, but I made sure he got a view of my ass on the slide-by before I switched my hips down the aisle as if I were on a catwalk.
After checking my makeup and making sure everything was cool down below I went back to my seat, scooting closer to him this time, wanting him to test my Brazilian wax job. I smiled a sly smile before turning toward the window and placing the blanket over my lap that I had asked the stewardess for on my way to the ladies’ room. I wished, for a brief second, that I had packed one of my toys in my carry-on bag, but for now I would have to work it without props.
I caught him looking at me from time to time, but both of us would just blush and turn the other way. Once the movie got started, I snuggled in deeper under the cover and leaned into him a little, as if I didn’t notice I was on his side of the seat. I closed my eyes and waited for him to say something because I could sense his eyes watching me.
“So, what’s your name?” the handsome stranger asked with a deep baritone voice. He definitely didn’t sound like he was from Philly, and a part of me wanted to say he was from the Big Apple. It’s just something about that New York accent that made me wet beyond my control.
“Excuse me?” I asked him like I hadn’t heard what the question. I was playing hard to get, but not too hard; I want to try him before the flight was over.
“I asked what your name was, if that was okay with you,” he responded, flashing me a bright Colgate smile that could only be achieved with excellent dental care. I melted more from the sight.
“I’m Celeste, and you?”
“I’m hungry.”
I knew exactly what he meant, and before I commented I discreetly checked his hand for any sign of a wedding band. Not that married men were off limits, it just made a situation more difficult than it had to be. The last thing I needed was an angry wife busting in on one of my clients.
“I see . . . So what do you do when you’re hungry?” I asked, satisfied that he didn’t have any telltale signs of being married. I’d find out better once I got his information and was able to do some research on him. The computer never lies.
“I eat.”
Without saying a word, I took his left hand and placed it between my thighs, allowing his fingers to explore my warmth. He traced my clit with the tip of his finger before dipping down into my slit and finding its way into my opening. I opened my legs a little more so that he could spread my lips and have easier access to what he was looking for. Afterwards, he pulled his finger out of me and stuck it in his mouth, sucking all of my honey off of it.
“Meet me in the bathroom.”
Now, the good thing about first class was we had our own private restroom, and there wasn’t usually anyone seated in that area. I waited about three minutes before I joined him and pushed the occupied button for the door.
The bathroom was kind of small, and we really didn’t have a lot of space to work with. We were able to maneuver around so that I could be placed on the sink, and he could stand in front of it. I pulled my skirt all the way up so that I could see him at work. When he pulled out what he was working with, I let out a slight gasp at the sight. He had a nice thick yellow stick with a hook in it that I’m sure was voodoo. My legs involuntarily spread wider after he put a condom on, but instead of him sliding into home base he went down on me instead.
My body began to shake the instant his lips made contact with my clit. I held my lips open for him so that he wouldn’t have a problem accessing all of my goodies. He was neat with his eating, and I liked that. He did what he had to do to make me cum, and I didn’t feel like I had an entire jar of Vaseline applied to my private area. Once he was done, he wiped his face with a paper towel and proceeded to enter me.
He was
thick
beyond reason, so he had to work it in slowly until he was able to fit most of it in. I thought for sure my insides would be wrapped around the head of his dick when he pulled out. It hurt like hell, but it felt so good at the same time. I heard Janet singing about the pleasure principal as he rocked my world for the next hour. My legs were so weak by the time I got off the sink, I had to lean back against the wall, and let him clean me up the best way he could before we returned to our seats. Flying first class was definitely the way to go.