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BEAUTY SHOP DICK


How many times have you been in a beauty/barber shop....and spot some fine thang that made you forget where you were? That made you think......I would %#&@$! you where you stand! Tre?von....Tre?von Sikes....that was his name. He was a stylist at the beauty shop where I was working. Everyone that came into the salon would notice him....but then thought..... he had to be gay because he worked in a beauty shop.
Ok...he stood about 6'5", blue black skin, dimples so deep you could swim in them, white straight as a board teeth, cut hip hopper?s body, low caesar with deep waves. Got...dayamn...he was fine! His sense of style was off the chain also! Kenneth Cole, Sean John T?s.... Dolce and Gabbana jeans...you name it...he wore it!
Our little flitting started when I first walked in carrying a box of supplies...fresh outta beauty school. Everybody just stopped doing what they were doing to get a good look at new meat...me. He pretended not to notice me as I talked to the shop manager, Tammy, about my space. Now... you know that got my attention. We kept eyeing each other as I held my conversation and he continued to cut hair. Now, Tammy, was a cute petite caramel in color sister. She had %#&@$! for days and a don?t-%#&@$!-wit-me demeanor, so she had no reason to be threaten by me...to steer me in the wrong direction.....therefore when she talked...I felt like I should listen. As she took me to the station right across the aisle from Tre?von, she told me after she put her client under the dyer, she would give me the run down on who to trust and who to stay away from.
I felt all eyes on me while I decided what to put where. As I sached around in my space....throwing my shoulder length hair out of my face....flashing my killer smile... I could feel Tre?von staring. And as I was putting my stuff up, we made hard stern eye contact. I gave him a little wink and he gave me a little head nod with a side smirk and a raised eyebrow.
You could tell that the other stylists had something going with him...or wanted something going, because of the way they all eyed us as we gave each other side looks from across the aisle. The way the salon was set up....women on one side and men on the other.... so everybody could see everybody.
Tammy came over and interrupted our hypnotic stare to take me on a little tour of the salon. She noticed the flirting and put on a giant smile across her face as she took me by the arm to the back of the salon to the manicure/pedicure room. That?s when she gave me the run down on Tre?von. She said he was adorable but deadly. Everybody in here...except present company...has tried to pin him, but he was just not interested enough to settle. So if he is on my mind, beware of his stick?em and quit?em attitude. That info made me even more intrigued.
After we had our little sister to sister moment, she took me around and that?s when I formally met everyone...lastly introducing me to Tre?von.
?Tre?von...this Kat. She is new to da game. Be sweet to her...ok?? Tammy said with a giggle. Then I said with a nervous cast across my voice, ?Nice to meet you.?
He just looked right into me and simply shook my hand, then kept cutting his client?s head. That...annoyed me, so I walked away to my station to continue with my task and to contemplate how to break him down.
As I continued putting away everything, I could see him... outta the corner of my eye...watching my every move as he gave a brother a bald fade. So, of course, I put on a show. Bending over slowly...squatting, so my little baby doll skirt would ride up my thigh.... so my tattooed paw prints would show. Finally, the tattoos got him. He spoke out at me, but in the middle of a beauty salon...with all the hair and blow dryers going and clippers buzzing....on a Saturday evening...it?s hard to hear anything.
?Excuse me...young lady...uh...Kat.? I kept doing what I was doing. I wasn?t sure he was talking to me. So he tried again. ?Excuse me... sweetheart! Can I ask a question?? then I looked up at him...still in my swatted position.
?Are you speaking to me..dear? What?s ya name...Tre?von?? I said as I threw one of my long black curls outta my face....trying to make him feel as unimportant as he made me feel moments ago.
?Why...yes I am...sweetie. Can you come over here for a second?? As I got up and walked over...knocking my ample %#&@$! side to side....making my skirt bump up with every step....all eyes were on me. Women...whispering....men...lo oking like they were thinking, DAYAMN! I loved it!
I walked around the cutting chair...right into his space... with one hand on the back of the chair and the other on my....ever so curved...hip. He turned to face me, and then tried to lift the side of my skirt up. As the brother in the chair turned his head to follow my every move...I slapped Tre?von?s hand away.
?Can I ask... what you think your doing? I don?t know you like that.? he took a step back and raised both his eyebrows.
?Stop acting. You just put on a show for us for the past 30 minutes. So you wanted one of us to pay you some attention.? And in saying this, he took another step back and sat on the arm of the stylist chair right next to him....folding his arms and flashing that incredible smile. I %#&@$!ing melted! He just sat there grinning that amazing smile...not knowing that I had just creamed my panties!
?Sir...whatever do you mean?? I stepped a little closer to him with my right hand pressed over my chest. I widened my eyes like a guilty child caught with it?s hand in the cookie jar.
?%#&@$!...all playing games aside...you knew what you were doing coming up in here with that little %#&@$! tank and skirt on. You knew what kinda reaction you would get. I was just giving you what you wanted.? he said moving back to his client to wipe off the left over hair....with a nonchalant expression. I couldn?t take that he thought he knew me, so I had to give him a tongue lashing to regain my respect.
?See...you one of those brothers that just because a woman looks nice that they?re main purpose of waking up in the morning is to please yall ignorant asses. I enjoy looking sexy...I pride myself on my sexuality...so if you ever feel the need to explore my body again....just ask before assuming I want you to....if you can handle a real female.? and that was said with a neck roll and walking back to my space. Laughter filled the salon. Tre?von just stood there with the look of defeat across his face. And that was the beginning of a beautiful %#&@$!ing relationship.
Tre?von and I became close in no time...after he saw that I would always put him in his place...if need be. We held the same schedule....nights. Neither one of us got up earlier than 12 noon...and never left the salon no earlier than 11pm. Everyone else would be there by 6am....and gone by 7pm at the latest. Tre?von and I found that we lived in the same part of town, so we started riding to work together. Then it turned to hanging together also. I had a boyfriend...that I was tired of trying to raise, and he had 1 or 2 regulars in his life....but nothing was like us together. We complimented each other...finished each other?s jokes....shared customers. We never even gave ?us? a second thought because we knew how we were and didn?t want to spoil our friendship(I know that is a terrible cliche?, but it was true.)We truly treated one another like brother and sister....until this particular day.
It was a Saturday. Tre?von and I had a long night before....we had hit the club scene and had found some extracurricular activity to get into until about 4am. So when we left the scene of the crimes(outside in the parking lot), we drove to his house because it was closer and I was drunk as %#&@$!! My boyfriend ,at the time, was gone on military drill...so he wouldn?t be back until Sunday night.....so I had no reason to rush home.
We laughed all the way there...telling stories on what just happened. Slapping each other on the arm, just busting a gut at ourselves. Then made it to his house and he hit the automatic garage door opener....pulled in and we hopped out and proceed into his house through the garage door that led into his den. The smell of sweet cologne, perfume, and alcohol surrounded us as we crashed at the same time on his Italian leather sofa. The only light was coming from the moon through his patio doors. The room was spinning for me....Tre?von just laid across my lap rubbing his perfect waves....us still giggling at particularly nothing. Then I started to focused on his incredibly shaped biceps....the light hit them just right. I couldn?t help but to notice them...they were flexing as he rubbed slowly across his head and the other wrapped around my thigh. Studying him made my %#&@$! start to throb. I began to sweat...then realized whose biceps I was looking at and shook myself into reality.... The laughter finally stopped and before I knew it, we had fallen asleep in that same position.
The dream I had in my drunken slumber was erotic and intense. I couldn?t see a face on my violator. He just assaulted my body with no remorse. With one hand, he held me down by gripping one of my breast and pressing me into the sofa I lay asleep on. And with the other, he forcefully opened my %#&@$! lips and began a continuous circle around my clit stopping at the tip after every completion. My hips started to move uncontrollably...grinding into his mouth. My assaulter finally spoke out.
?I knew you wanted me as much as I wanted you....%#&@$! you taste good. Mmmmmmm...Kat....it taste just how I imagined it.?
The voice sounded familiar....too familiar. As I was still in a sitting position on the couch...my eyes parted slightly...I looked down at my dress raised over my hips...one of my breast squeezed in the middle of a large hand..flesh was protruding through the thick fingers. Someone was devouring my %#&@$!! I lifted my ?heavy from sleep? arm and wiped my eyes until they focused. I saw Tre?von sucking the life outta me! Pinching my nipples! Moaning and groaning with pleasure! It frightened me! The sight of my friend taking what he obviously wanted without my consent! I jumped...taking my %#&@$! out of his mouth.
?What the %#&@$!...Tre?von! How you gone just take the %#&@$!? Take advantage of my drunk?en state!? I yelled as I pulled my body away from him and sat on the arm of the couch with my feet tucked under the end cushion.
?Kat...stop it! You just mad because you didn?t get to seduce me first! That?s how your little warped mind works! He yelled back at me sliding towards me still sitting on the couch we fell asleep on.
?I wasn?t even thinking bout yo ho %#&@$! like that! I don?t like that ?without her consent? %#&@$!! I was just trying to get some rest before I headed home! You could?ve asked! %#&@$!! I yelled at him as I pulled my dress under my %#&@$! and pressed my breast back into the top of it.
?Why you so mad Kat? The way you were grinding on this tongue...%#&@$!....that %#&@$! was about to gimme that good juice.? he whispered to me as he slid his hands under my dress...up my body...back to my breast and stroked my hard like diamonds nipples. I closed my eyes in ecstacy. I let my lips part slightly. His fingers knew my body...knew every desire. My legs started to open up for him again...letting him suck the %#&@$! once more. He was an old player. He knew how to get what he wanted. But he wasn?t getting me...not this night...not like this!
?You is not getting this %#&@$! baby! Why?...so you can run back and tell the whole shop what you conquered? Uh-huh...not me baby!? I yelled as I slid my body away from him again and stood by the door with my arms wrapped across my breast tightly. He just laughed and stared at me with an intense hungry look.
?Like you wouldn?t? Girl...you are not fooling anyone. You would break yo neck trying to brag about %#&@$!in? the %#&@$! outta my %#&@$!! Now...wouldn?t ya?? he said this walking towards me...staring...and when he got to me, he kissed my throat. This mutha%#&@$!a was good! But I?m better!
?Take me home! This ain?t going down today! Take me to the house...boo boo! I yelled in his face...looking him straight from one eyeball to another. He smirked...placed one hand over my head onto the door and grabbed me around my waist with the other. He kissed me so passionately that my juices started to run again. I was pissed that he knew me....that he knew I really meant to say...take me right here on the floor! But I managed to push him back from me...open the door to the garage and stand by the car.
He just laughed and shook his head....grabbed his keys from the key holder on the wall....and proceed out the door towards me. He motioned for me to get in on the passenger side and he got into the driver?s seat. All the way home, he kept that same sexy %#&@$! smirk. I just wanted to smack ?em! He knew he had crossed the line of no return, but he didn?t care. He knew by my body?s reaction to him... that I wanted him.
We pulled up to my apartment, and I started to get out...he grabbed my arm to stop me.
?I don?t get a good night kiss...Kat?? he said to me with that same smirk. It drove me crazy!
?Hell naw! You ain?t gettin? %#&@$! from me!? he then jerked me to him and kissed my top lip so soft and easy. His lips were like clouds of nectar....I could suck on them for days! He then stopped.... and looked right at me with such confidence and asked, ?You sure you don?t want me to come in?? that pissed me off... seriously! I yanked my arm away from him and slammed his mustang?s door. I marched up to my door...unlocked it...looking back once more with fiery in my eyes. He still smirked and waved. I slammed the door...happy to be locked away from him. I had to prove a point this night...he can?t just sit back with every woman he come?s across and decides he wants her. I wasn?t going to give in like that...not yet anyways. By this time, it was about 8am and I had a 11:30am appointment at the salon. So I took a shower....as I washed myself, I thought about Tre?von?s touch....then slid into bed. I fell asleep immediately. I was %#&@$!in? drained...physically and emotionally.
I was awaken about 3 hours later, that same Saturday morning ,by an annoying car horn. I sat up on my elbows in bed to gain my composure....and pushed my frazzled hair out of my face.....then I recognized the horn...it was Tre?von?s ridiculous %#&@$!! I know he didn?t just show back up at my house! Then I remembered.... as I jumped out of bed to put my slippers on and satin house coat across my naked body.....that he was to pick me up because we had an appointment at the same time this morning. I hated that he knew me...that he knew I wouldn?t get up in time. He had always been there for me....and it pissed me off that he still was there....even after the incident. This jester sent me the message that I would be conquered in the near future and he wasn?t worried or in a hurry. This was his MO for ?difficult? women...as he called us.
I stumbled to the door and yanked it open...with the wind from the door blowing my house coat open slightly. My expression was tight and rigid...his was pleased and arrogant....leaning against my door frame. He stood there with orange juice and a box of BC power....which he knew I needed after a night of drinking too much. He?s paid attention to every detail...this is really pissing me off so I had to pretend that his jester didn?t phase me.
?Good morning honey.? he said to me as I snatched the products out of his hands and walked away. ?Aren?t we in a female mood this morning? Is this how you are when you don?t get your sexual release? Well...I tried to...?
?Would you shut the hell up...and get in here and close my door!? I yelled at him as I plopped down on my suede sofa.
?You better get yo %#&@$! up so we can go make this money gurl. I don?t have time to be losing money just because you?re in a pissy mood.? he said as he slammed my front door and walked passed me to my bedroom walk- in closet.
?What are you looking for in there...Tre?von? Come yo %#&@$! outta my bedroom!? I shouted out before I poured the powder down my throat and washed down with the orange juice. All I heard was my hangers being pushed around....my shoes being tossed. I had to see what he was doing.
When I walked into the bedroom, Tre?von had picked out my outfit for the day. An orange and white Juicy Couture terry cloth jacket and micro mini skirt with my white K Swiss tennis shoes and white tennis socks(no underwear because he knew I didn?t wear any). This man was something else. I always wanted my mate to know what I like and know the do?s and don?ts of fashion. I started to see him in a different light. He paid attention all those times he sat around waiting on me to get dressed...now that?s a man!
As I fell onto the bed like a rag doll, he went to the bathroom to get my lotion and deodorant.
?Come the hell outta my bathroom boy! I am sick! I?m not going. You do her. All she wants is a sew in.? I said laying on my stomach yelling out of the side of my mouth that wasn?t pressed to the bed. He ignored me...as usual. He came back to the bed and proceeded to pour lotion in his palms.
?Take that house coat off so I can...?
?I ain?t taking %#&@$! off! You not gonna...?
?Stop it...Kat! I just want to rub this lotion on yo ashy %#&@$!! Ain?t nobody after yo %#&@$! this morning...this is about biddnes!. With yo sick %#&@$!! Can?t hold yo liquor!? he shouted back at me with a manly tone that got my juices flowing. Then he continued his pampering.
?Take this house coat off and roll over....so I can get your stomach too. That jacket rides pretty high also.? he said as he continued to rub lotion up my thigh and pull at my house coat. As I rolled over with my house coat still on my arms, I thought to myself....this man had a plan. He was contemplating something. He didn?t make one move to get at me. I was laying there worried about what to expect, as he got to my stomach, my nipples started to rise so I covered them and jumped off the bed.
?Ok...ok...I?ll get up and put my clothes on. Just go watch tv in the livingroom and I?ll be ready in a minute.? I said to him in a false irritated voice and waving him to get out. He got up with that signature smile and headed to the livingroom and then closed the bedroom door behind him.
I jumped into my clothes...brushed my teeth...combed my hair into two long braids on each side of my head. Then I whipped my makeup on and headed out to the livingroom. When I walked in...Tre?von had fixed us my favorite breakfast....burnt bologna and grape jelly on buttered toast. I never noticed until right then, but he had always known me...my likes and dislikes. Since that first day we argued and then became friends, he knew what I wanted before I even asked..... I?m just paying more attention because of what happened the night before.

?What?s got you in such a good mood?? I said to him as I took my sandwich out of his hands and walked over to turn the tv off.
?It?s not that I?m in a good mood...I?m just trying to hurry yo %#&@$! up so we can get to the salon.
And so we went. We walked out...I locked the door...we hopped in the car and hit the street to work. On the way there, nothing was said. We just thumped some Lil? John and the Eastside Boys with the top down on the mustang because it was a beautiful summer morning. Our heads bouncing at the same time...chewing our sandwiches simultaneously. My mind began to wonder...why didn?t he continue his seduction? Why did he just except that I wouldn?t give him any? But I put it out of mind as we pulled up to the salon and there were ten thousand cars already there.
?Time to make this money...sweetheart.? he whispered to me as he got out of the car staring into the window trying to count how many heads he had already.
?And much money we shall make.? I said to add to his comment as I hopped out of the car and pulled my little skirt down under my %#&@$!.
When we walked in, everybody yelled...heeeeeeeeeeey...in unison. Then Tre?von and I got to work as if nothing was wrong. Guilt must have been written all over my face, because Tammy kept walking by me smirking. And when we got to be at the shampoo bowls together, she finally asked her questions.
?Ok...%#&@$!. What happened with you and Tre last night. Yall come off in here looking worn and hung over. Look at him. His eyes is about to close cuttin? that boy?s head! You better spill it gurl!? Tammy said with so much curiosity in her voice as we looked over at Tre?von trying his damnest to keep those big beautiful eyes open. I let out a giggle and then answered. ?Ain?t nothing happen. We went out then home. We got home at about 5 in the morning, so that?s why he?s tired. It ain?t got %#&@$! to do with me...I promise.? I said that part meaning something different than she thought. I meant he didn?t get any %#&@$! from me to tire him out. Tammy gave me this disbelief look then left it alone.
The day went on as a typical Saturday....people laughing....dryers going....gossiping(I had the biggest gossip of all and couldn?t share it because that would create nothing but havoc in the salon...seeing that Tre?von had %#&@$!ed most of the females in there and threw them away). Tammy continued to look at us as if she knew the signs of ?pre-%#&@$!ing? written all over us. Before she packed up for the night she had a few words for me. She walked over to me with her Louis Vuitton back pack on her back and whispered in my ear over my client?s head.
?Now you know that Tre likes to play games...don?t cha?? I nodded agreeing with her and smiling. Then she continued her warning. ?He likes to make you think all is well and fine then pounces on ya...but some how I think he?s met his match and he?s the one that?s going to get played.? Then she turned...blew Tre a kiss across the aisle....and switched out of the front door...looking back at us once or twice. All while she was warning me, I was thinking to myself about the attempt Tre had made on me earlier....was that his best shot or was there more to come?

It was about 6:30pm by now , and only two other stylist were there finishing up besides Tre?von and me. We hadn?t eaten anything but those bologna sandwiches that morning so we were starving. As Tre and I were finishing up our clients that were in our chairs at the time, we gave each other ?the look?(the look of-I?m -about-to-eat-my-arm!).
?Shhhhhhit! I?m gone fall out in juuust a minute if I don?t get some food fast!? I said slumping over onto my client?s shoulders. Tre just laughed at my drama and added, ?Hell yeah! My stomach over here cusin? me out!? our clients fell out laughing at our little performance, then paid us and walked out of the door giggling and shaking their heads.
Tre and I fell into our chairs to discuss what we were going to eat and wait on his last client that had called and begged him to hold up so he can get hooked up before he went out that night to the club. I was done but I had to wait on Tre to catch a ride home. While we sitting there, the two remaining stylist reminded us that everyone was going to Red Hots(a popular bar and grill in Melville) to eat and get drunk. Then they made us promise to be there by 9pm. Eating at Red Hots was right up our alley. So... until Tre?s client showed up we were stuck... so we told the other two to go on and we?ll be there pretty soon. In the meantime, we went in the back to the lounge to get something out of the vending machine.
While we were back there, I was sitting on the picnic table waiting on Tre to get my Funyuns out of the machine, my mind began to wonder again about the incident last night. What was the purpose of that? He knew I would rebel against being taken. Was that his way of pushing me along? Make me want him? Give me a taste of what was to come? I had to know. So when he came to give me my chips and as he sat beside me, I let it rip.
?So...what was all that %#&@$! about last night.? I said with my mouth full of chewed up chips.
?Don?t talk with your mouth full...that?s not attractive.? was his response. Then he turned to me and smirked with his candy bar?s caramel hanging off his lip.
?Boy!...you know what I meant! I need to know where you?re going with this.?
?What you mean....where I?m going?? he said with a puzzled look on his face as he slid off the table to sit on the bench in front of me...facing me between my legs... leaning on my thighs.
?I mean...with the attack on my %#&@$! you made last night!? I poured the rest of the Funyuns down my throat and yelled in his face.
?Dayamn! Yo breath stank!? he yelled back at me covering my mouth with his hand. I moved his hand and rolled my eyes. This was his way of ignoring me, but this stupidity wasn?t going to continue tonight...I needed answers and he was going to give em?!
?Tre?von! Stop it! Why can?t you be serious for one second? That was some %#&@$!ed up %#&@$! that you did! Help me to understand it.? I said getting up from the table and leaned against the vending machine.
?%#&@$!...what?s to say? I wanted it and you didn?t. That?s the bottom line. We play and tease so much that I just thought that it was time to stop the pretending and %#&@$!.... to see where this might lead us. Hell...Kat...yous a sexy mutha%#&@$!a and you hard core...I just couldn?t help myself. Even though you belong to someone else. I thought you felt the same way but I was wrong.? he said as he turned and straddled the bench he was sitting on....looking right at me with intensity in his eyes. His speech struck a nerve with me. I wanted him now more than ever. He?d always been so arrogant towards females, but to admit that he was conquered...that was sexy to me.
?Awww. I didn?t mean to make you feel that I didn?t want you. I was trying to protect myself.? I said walking over to him and sitting down facing him and straddling the bench also.
?From what...Kat. We are friends. I wouldn?t hurt you.?
?Intentionally.? I said with a little smile to let him know I was partly joking.
?Ever! I wouldn?t dream of hurting you...trying to or not.? he whispered to me as he tugged my braid a little.
The moment was intense. I just sat there getting hotter and hotter looking into him like a mirror. I wanted him, but I knew his MO. This may all be a trick of the game he was playing. Then again, it might be time for us to hit it and find out what could happen. I was confused, but my clit started to throb against my %#&@$! lips. And pretty soon would be the point of no return.
As we looked into each other, Tre started to rub my thighs. Gripping them with such force and passion. My heart started to pound against my chest. My juices had started to run onto the bench. I began to stroke his waves. He just closed his eyes and leaned over to lay his chin on my shoulder. It was a pure moment....pure emotion.
I couldn?t take it anymore! I reached down and caressed his dick through his Sean John jobbing pants. He moaned out softly...as if he had been waiting on that move for decades. Then I heard him whisper right into my ear...with his lips slightly touching, ?No...Kat.?
I couldn?t believe what he said so I sat back from him...held his face in my hands and asked, ?Why not? I thought you wanted this?? he didn?t respond. He just pushed me away from him by my hips to other side of the bench. Then he turned to face the vending machine and folded his arms across his chest. Those biceps were in rare form that night. He just sat there with a worried look on his face. I was appalled at his reaction to me.
?What is it now...Tre? I don?t get it. When I didn?t want you to have it...you want it. Now that it?s given to you...you don?t want it? Please help me to understand.? he responded without looking at me.
?Kat...your first reaction to me was to push me away...that says it all. I thought you wanted it, but I was wrong. What if we?re wrong now??
?Baaaaaby....there?s nothing wrong with this right now. The situation is perfect. I feel safe with you. You know me and I know you and we know what to expect from each other. What could be better?? I said sliding back to him and rubbing across those arms.
He soften the lines in his face a bit after feeling my touch. I got up and straddled him....sitting on his hard %#&@$! dick through his jogging pants. He closed his eyes...unfolded his arms...gripped my %#&@$! and began to grind. His lips parted slightly....moans seeped out like a song. I unzipped his jacket and circled around his protruding nipples with my fingers. He gripped my %#&@$! harder and grind so hard that his hard dick hurt my clit ever so slightly. He opened his eyes and spoke.
?Kat...is this what you want...really? We don?t have to go there if you don?t want to...really.?
?I want you more now than I did when I first sat eyes on you.? I whispered as I leaned down to run my tongue across his nipples. His chest heaved with excitement. He took a deep breath then grabbed the back of my head and kissed me so passionately that my juices were seeping onto his pants.
It felt like a dream. I had always imagine what it would be like with him, but nothing like this.
He then sat me on the floor still exploring my mouth with his tongue. He stood and pulled his pants down...his dick plopped against his stomach...hard like a baseball bat...and as big! He hooked his thumbs in the top of my skirt and slowly pulled it down around my ankles. He then sat back down and pulled me to him between his legs. He unzipped my jacket and slid it off my shoulders and let it hit the floor. I was exposed in the back of the beauty shop, but I didn?t care. This %#&@$! was erotic as hell!
Tre?von motioned for me to hop aboard his night stick. He lifted me off the floor then helped me straddle him and ease down on the monster with one eye. As my body took him in, his eyes went in the back of his head.
?Are you ok boo?? I said with a giggle. He didn?t respond. He had the most pleasure filled expression on his face. He was at work and there was no time for chit chat. He gripped my body with such intensity. He moaned my name over and over. He was an intense lover. It was perfect! I couldn?t breath between him holding me so tight and thrusting into my body with such force. He finally spoke out.
?%#&@$!...ma! You know how to ride this dick!? he said as he sat back and gripped my hips.
?You had doubts...baby? You know I have talents.? I said with a smirk of satisfaction.
Tre?von?s breathing became heavy like a bull. He pulled me to him close as possible...arms wrapped around my body like an anaconda. He began to ram my body down onto him with tremendous force. Our juices were splashing every where. I was holding on for dear life! He then held me steady by my hips and began to pump up into me! I took his face back into my hands to kiss him. We remained lip locked until I felt the eruption coming. My body started to seizure. I sucked the life out of Tre?s caramel filled lips. My breathing was hard and heavy. Tre? let go of our lip lock to yell out. His ecstasy was coming also.
?Awwwwww...%#&@$!...girl! Sssssssssss....%#&@$!! What...you...got...in...there? !? he yelled with every plunge into my body. I just wrapped my arms around his neck and continued to %#&@$! all down his dick. He placed one hand on the back of my neck and with the other he played with my clit and whispered in my ear.
?Let that %#&@$! go...Kat. Let me have all that good juice.?
?Ahhhhhhhh...ssssssssss...fuuu uuuuuck! Got damn Tre?! What are you doing to me?? I yelled out at him...amazed at my prolonged cumming session. His fingers milked every drop from my body and then I collapsed onto his body....breathing uncontrollably.
Tre?von was pleased with his performance. I could feel him smiling. We just sat there holding each other as if we had been lovers for ever. We squeezed and rocked...Tre? rubbing my %#&@$! and I rubbing his waves. He then sat back and looked into my eyes straight and with a smile of victory. I had to know why was he so pleased with himself.

?What? Why are you smirking at me like that?? then we heard a knock at the door...it was his last client. I tried to get up, but he held me down still looking into me.
?Forget about that for a second...tell me one thing.?
?What is it boy?? I said trying to break his death grip on my waist to get up because the man was seeking through the windows to see if anyone was still there.
?Why did I have to play the victim to get your attention??
?What do you mean?? I stopped struggling to see where he was going with this.
?Kat...like I said back at my house....you wanted this dick but you always have to feel like you?re in charge. So I played along with your game....I became the wounded for you to devour.? I jumped up off him, and the slap of his dick onto his stomach sounded loud and hard. He just sat there with that smirk still on his face. And as I was rushing to put on my clothes...because the man?s knocks were getting impatient, I looked at Tre? with that same fiery in my eyes I had back at my apartment door.....the same resentment.
?You mean to tell me... you went through this whole day pretending to have forgotten about having me... just to have me??
?Yes...ma?am. I played your game. I knew we were going to be together the first I laid eyes on you. I just had to figure you out....you a little bit more complicated then any other female I?ve encountered. And when I figured you wanted to be the one to start this thing...I let you.? he said slipping his pants up on his hips and zipping his jacket. The man saw Tre? stand in the doorway and stopped his tantrum on the front door. I was pissed with my hands on my hips and my jacket still unzipped...exposing my breast still.
?So this was just a game to you? Yo punk %#&@$! just wa...?
?Uh-huh! Don?t miss understand me....I wanted you...I knew we should be together...I knew we had a lot to offer each other, but you wouldn?t take me seriously because of my rep. So I decided to play your game.? He moved close to me then took my face in his hands and kissed my nose and zipped my jacket up. Then he continued with that smirk across his face, ?Like I said...you just mad because I got you before you got me. And now that I got that good %#&@$!....I know that I have you.? Then he walked away to let the man in and sat him in his chair to cut him up.
I just sat there on the bench in awe of him. I was mad, but then I thought if the mutha%#&@$!a went to all that trouble to get some of me, I couldn?t hate on ?em...just appreciate ?em. A mutha%#&@$!a beat me at my own game....oh well.







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