It's been about two years since our local news station went from last place to first in the ratings. Many may say our approach to how we report the news is the reason. I'll always believe it's due to our new meteorologist and our new anchor.
Both of these women are stunningly beautiful.
Our meteorologist, let's call her Mikki, is about 5 feet 9 inches tall, mocha colored skin and the sexiest legs I've ever seen. Mikki is engaged to be married to the best player on our pro basketball team. Nice guy. VERY handsome.
But this story is about our news anchor, let's call her, Chereese.
Chereese is a little taller than me. At 5 feet 5 inches tall, I'm a little taller than the average woman. So, I'd say she's about 5 feet 7 inches tall. She has curves more dangerous than an icy Lincoln Drive. Her silky black hair hangs down to her shoulders, and was a perfect contrast to her flawless, caramel colored skin.
The men in the studio would pause at the end of her broadcasts to watch her walk by. Trying to get a look at her perfectly shaped ass.
But, aside from her beauty, she was so friendly and approachable. You wanted to hate her, but she was so genuine and personable, you couldn't do it.
One night I received word that I was being hired as a full-time segment producer, so the floor crew decided to go out and celebrate. We go to a little watering hole near the studio, and we ate and drank the night away. Chereese got pretty tipsy and couldn't drive home, so I took her to my place. It wasn't much, but it was mine and I liked it. I was especially proud of a one of a kind print I have of my sorority's founders.
We walked in, actually, I walked, she leaned. I sat her on my couch so I could go into my bedroom and change the sheets for her. I came out a few minutes later, and helped her onto my bed.
As she lay there, she told me she was pledging my sorority when she was in college. I asked her what happened, and she told me a story of a Masquerade Ball at an HBCU near her school, but it wasn't a Cinderella type masquerade ball, this was an exclusive sex party where your every wish could be fulfilled by one, or more, of the Bruhs.
There were drinks and marijuana being consumed and everyone was willing to indulge.
She was sitting at the bar talking to two Bruhs, and she told them she wanted to have a threesome with them. But, with one condition: She didn't want to know who they were, and they couldn't know who she was. They must all keep their masks on. The Bruhs agreed, and when they got to their room, she told me they did it all, and in such vivid detail, I began blushing as she told me what happened.
When they finished, the Bruhs took off their masks, but she kept hers on. They tried to get her name but she wouldn't tell them. The only way they could identify her was by a uniquely shaped birthmark on right buttock.
The two Bruhs searched their campus looking for this woman wearing only a mask and a unique birthmark. Word of their exploits spread until the girlfriend of one of the Bruhs heard some girls on campus talking about her boyfriend's search for some mystery woman. Their relationship ended soon after she heard the story from a few people, but he kept looking for this girl.
A couple semesters later, she was online, and her Dean of Pledgees was the girlfriend of one of the Bruhs she slept with. One night, they had Chereese and her line sisters pledging in their underwear, and the DP saw the birthmark, put two and two together and she was blacklisted from the Sorority.
I sat there shocked at what she told me.
I got up and asked her if she wanted any water. She said no, and I left the room. As I walked, I could feel how wet my panties were listening to her story.
As I stood at the sink putting ice in my glass, she walked up behind me and placed her hands on my hips. I stood there frozen as she asked me if I liked hearing her story. I was unable to reply.
She asked me if I was turned on by what I heard, and she unbuttoned my pants and put her hand in my panties and could feel how wet I was.
"Mmmm, yeah," she whispered in my ear. "I'd say you're a little turned on."
Suddenly, she was rubbing my clit. I wanted to stop her, but I couldn't. It felt so good to have someone, anyone, touching me.
Her left hand went under my blouse and carressed my stomach. Her hand slowly moved up and onto my breast. My head leaned back and rested on her shoulder, and I spread my legs further apart giving her easier access to my moistened pussy.
It had been about six months since my one night stand with some guy from a club. Seemed like I spent more time getting undressed and dressed again than having sex with that two minute lover.
What was I doing? Why couldn't I stop her?
I turned around and she began unbuttoning my blouse. She stared seductively at my breasts, and reached out and caressed them. I closed my eyes as she massaged them. When I opened them, my blouse was on the floor and she was removing my bra.
She brushed my hair behind my ear, and looked deep into my eyes as she slowly kissed me. It was as if she knew how nervous I was and she wanted to tease me by kissing me softly and slowly.
I took my hands off the counter and placed them on her hips. I started to move them towards her ass, but I stopped and moved them back up to her hips. She put her hands on my forearms and moved my hands onto her ass. It was so soft and perfect, I couldn't stop squeezing it. No wonder all of the men stared as she walked by.
Suddenly, she stopped kissing me and took two small steps back. As I stood there topless, she stared at me as if she was deciding if she wanted me. She took hold of my hands and began leading me to my bedroom.
We stood at the side of the bed, and she began unbuttoning her blouse. She removed it revealing a black see through, lace bra. Her breasts sat perfectly, and as she removed her bra, she revealed her natural 34D breasts.
"Almost as nice as yours. What are you, 36C?" She asked.
"I bet all the boys are lining up trying to get in your pants," she said.
She removed her skirt, and sat down on the bed. She began kissing my nipples, and as they became aroused, she gently nibbled on them, and sucked on them. I was always self conscious about my nipples. They always seemed too large, but she said she loved the way they felt in her mouth. She sucked them and pinched them and nibbled gently on them and I could feel myself getting wetter than I'd ever been.
She unzipped my pants and helped me step out of them. She laid back and pulled me on top of her. Kissing me slowly and gently, almost playing cat and mouse with her tongue. Each time I began to rub my tongue against her tongue, she pulled hers back. This made me want her more.
I began kissing her deeply and passionately. My tongue intertwined with hers and she accepted it. She rubbed her nails lightly across the small of my back and I could feel goose bumbs rise on my skin. Everywhere she touched me I felt tingles flow through my body.
She slid out from under me and laid me on my back. She got on top of me and placed my knees on her shoulders. As she kissed me, her right hand caressed my left thigh and she slowly began to leave a trail of kisses from my lips, to my neck and onto my fully erect nipples. She took my left breast into her mouth as she squeezed with her right hand. My nipple was tingling from her touch.
As I lifted my head, she glanced at me and began licking me from my breast down to my belly button. I could feel her right hand going under my left thigh, and she began removing my panties. She began gently rubbing my clit until it began to swell. She took her tongue and began to make counter clockwise circles around my clit. She would teasingly suck on it every couple of passes and it felt amazing.
She put her fingers inside of me and began slowly sliding them in and out as she licked and sucked on my clit. Her left hand began rubbing my right breast. She pinched my nipple and gently pulled on it.
She stopped licking my clit and pinching my nipple with her left hand, and I could hear her fumbling with something, and I could hear the faint hum of a vibrator.
"I found this in your drawer," she whispered. "I hope you don't mind."
"Oh, no!" I thought to myself. "She found my Lex Steele dildo. I knew I should've put it somewhere else!"
But before I could answer, she had the head in my wet pussy. The vibration mixed with her licking on my clit was unlike anything I felt before. I laid there giving her total control of my body. She began inserting the 11 inch shaft deeper and deeper into my pussy. The vibration of my Lexie lead to eruptions building in my body.
I tried to stay quiet, but I couldn't. I didn't give a damn if my neighbors heard me tonight. This felt too good to keep it to myself. I began moaning and telling her to put it in deeper, but she ignored me.
"Not yet," she told me. "Don't cum yet. I haven't put it all the way in yet."
It took all I could to not give in to my body wanting to cum, but I did what she requested me to do. Each inch she inserted Lexie deeper into me, I felt something more than just an orgasm building in me. This was different, more intense. I never felt anything like this before.
I could feel the plastic balls of Lexie pressing up against my ass. The head was deep inside me and my new sensation was building.
"I'm rubbing my pussy," she told me. "Rub your clit."
I began rubbing my clit. Lexie's head was all the way inside my pussy, and the vibrations were more than I could take.
"Oh, shit! I can't hold it! I'm cumming!"
"Come on, baby!" She said. "Cum on my face!"
As I rubbed my clit, I could feel my orgasm building to a level I never felt before. My pussy was dripping, and when she took Lexie all the way out, I couldn't stop rubbing my clit, my legs began flailing and I began squirting from my pussy.
"Yes! That's it!" She yelled. "Cum on my face!"
As I stopped squirting, she began to lick my pussy and taste the liquid that ran down my pussy lips. Each pass of her tongue sent chills and tingles through my body. I tried to move, but my muscles were still contracted from my orgasm.
As I began to breathe, I regained movement in my body. I lifted my head, and saw her sitting there smiling like the cat who caught the canary.
We fell asleep shortly after that, and when I woke up the next morning she was gone. We got together a few more times, but that’s another story for another day...
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