Zane's Z-Rated: Chocolate Flava 3 (9 page)

Captain wasn’t kind with his words to me and told me that I was to watch my step around base; that he would be watching me.

I woke to the sound of my alarm clock. I forced myself to look over at my nightstand and there they were, the bold numbers telling me that I was only thirty minutes away from losing my job, or worse, being court-martialed.

I pushed the toys out of my way, threw the remote at the TV, probably breaking something in the process, and quickly jumped into my fatigues. There was no time for a shower and, while tossing out everything in my dresser drawer from socks to head scarves, I realized I hadn’t washed clothes in almost two weeks. I thought about rummaging through my dirty clothes hamper for underwear, but the heat and stank panties wasn’t going to happen. I stepped out into the August summer only having washed my face and brushed my teeth.

“Oh, well, it’ll have to do.”

I did a quick jog to the other side of the base and walked into class two minutes late.

The officer was standing at the front of class, facing the chalkboard. I wanted to thank the heavens above; his ass was fit for a magazine. My nipples stood to attention.

“Good Lord, help me survive this class.”

“Excuse me?”

“No, no, no, this is not happening, I did not say that out loud.” He couldn’t have heard me; his back was to the class. With my
head down and on a serious mission to find a seat, I heard his footsteps.

“Indeed, you did, officer.”

Before I could slide into my seat, the man was standing directly in front of me. I raised my head and my hand in salute. When I looked up, I was face-to-face with Lieutenant Terry Williams. “Oh, no.”

Terry looked at my very erect nipples, pretending his eyes were on my name tag.

“Officer Sanders, get to the front of the class.” All I could do was follow his orders.

Standing in front of the twenty-something cadets who were fresh out of boot camp, with my breasts screaming to be suckled, was embarrassing as hell and Terry knew it. But he wouldn’t smile; he hardly looked at my face. Then it dawned on me; he was upset.

It had nothing to do with me being late, and everything to do with me cutting out of Texas like a thief in the night.

“Officer Sanders, please tell the class why you’re late.” I opened my mouth but he shut it for me. “No, don’t tell them; show them how we do fifty push-ups while you give them your job description.”

I didn’t dare hesitate; I wouldn’t challenge him because I knew what would happen. Terry wouldn’t hesitate to write me up. He stood over me the entire time; he even had the nerve to put his foot on my back for a couple of those push-ups.

“I control the route and the terminals used for air traffic.”

Up, then down.

“And what else, Officer?”

Up and down I went, seven more times before I caught my
breath and summoned the strength to proceed. “I do this using visual, radar, and non-radar means.”

Oh, God, I thought he was trying to kill me in the process of punishing me. “I supervise and manage air traffic control, better known as ATC, and its facilities.”

Finally, I had finished both the job description and the pushups while the pimple-faced cadets took pleasure in my pain.

When I stood to go back to my seat, he hit me on the ass, causing the class to burst into laughter.

• • •

All day Terry called on me to answer the questions from the manual he used to teach the newbies. He drilled me, challenged my answers, and insulted me when I couldn’t solve a problem. By the time class was dismissed, I was more than ready for another emergency transfer.

“Class, that’s it. Pick up your details out front. Petty Officer Sanders, I need to see you, now.” The rest of the class filed out while I stood in place, afraid to move.

I was nervous; scared even. I began to make my way to the front but Terry told me to go to the door and lock it.

“For what?”

“Because I said so, Petty Officer, and as long as I’m your commanding officer, don’t question me.”

Yep, he was angry, but God, I had missed him. My skin had tingled the whole time his tight ass was facing the class.

Terry was a good-looking man. When we were together, I thanked God every day for his parents because they made such a scrumptious-looking person.

I stood directly in front of him, remembering his kisses, the feel of his hands, the way he made me cum just by licking my body into submission when he wanted me to give him oral sex.

Terry snapped his fingers in front of my face.

“Snap out of it, girl, and tell me why you left me. Explain why it was you picked up and moved without even a good-bye. You had better start talking.”

He said all of this while pulling my T-shirt over my head. Before I could say a word, his mouth was on mine, his tongue slipping in and out, causing me to moan.

“I can’t hear you.”

I tried, I really tried to speak, but he had unzipped my baggy fatigues and his fingers were playing in the small patch of curls that covered my kitty. “Please …”

“Please what, Danny? Huh? Please don’t fuck you ’til you tell me what you were thinking?”

He now had me lying flat on his desk, my pants being moved down my body, my mind begging for Terry to hurry, but he continued to talk; to punish me. “Where the hell are your panties?”

I wanted to answer, but his lips were on my thighs as he untied my boots. Everything hit the floor at once. The moment his mouth touched my kitty, I realized that he would smell my self-induced orgasms from the night before. Terry nudged me open with his nose; I was already cumming.

He raised his head slightly and I noticed the corners of his mouth edge up in a sinful grin. “What’s this I smell, little girl? Somebody’s been eating my porridge?”

My body was trembling as he lifted me and carried me to the big leather chair that sat behind his desk. Straddling him, I tried to position myself for penetration, but Terry was being mean; he wouldn’t let me feel his girth.

“Answer me! Captain been hit’n this?”

I laid my face against his chest.

“Don’t get all bashful on me now, Danny. I was going half-
crazy missing you and I get here and this self-righteous bastard tells me how good you give head. What’s that all about?”

I had to tell him the truth. “It was a mistake; a huge mistake.”

Panting now, I tried again to get him in my spot, but with his hands on my waist, he moved me back.

“So, Cap’s been tasting my pussy, huh? I’m disappointed in you.” He really didn’t want to hear about Captain and what I had done with him. He lifted me slightly and brought me down hard on his ten inches of hard flesh.

“Oh … my … God.” It took me a few minutes to adjust to him again. I was so tight that Terry knew he didn’t have to question me again about the Captain.

“Mmm, girl, damn you’re so tight; so wet.”

I moved against him; I rocked him. Terry’s mouth grabbed one of my nipples and his middle finger entered my ass.

I exploded.

“Yeah, Danny. Give it up, baby.”

I screamed out, and came again, but this time with a force I’d never experienced.

I vaguely heard a knocking sound at the door, and I was too far gone to care.

Terry’s mouth was all over me and then he moved his mouth against my ear.

“You were expecting somebody, Danny? Yeah, I bet you got ’em lined up for some of this sweet honeypot. You better be quiet before they come in here and find me hit’n my pussy.”

Terry’s dick became still, yet remained hard inside of me. He rose from his sitting position without breaking our connection and laid me flat on the desk.

He began to stroke me, hard.

I couldn’t help but moan his name and the more ugly sounds I made, the harder he stroked.

Then he took my legs and placed one on each side of his shoulders and I immediately wrapped my ankles around his neck. Terry knew me; he knew what I wanted. I loved when he fucked me in this position. He knew that when he was all the way in, with each stroke, his dick kissed my g-spot. “Mmm.”

“Oh, God, I’ve missed you, Terry.”

My words of passion caused my freaky lover to lose control. With a simple lick of my tongue against his ear, he changed up his pattern. Terry pushed his dick all the way in, and then pulled it all the way out. He did this over and over while someone banged on the door.

I placed my hands on Terry’s chest to try to move him, but he refused to let go.

It was clear that he was on a mission.

“I’m about to cum, Danny. Cum with me, baby.”

I was also on the verge of cumming, but I wanted Terry to know how much I’d missed him. It was my turn to bring the heat and my turn to lose control. So, I begged him.

“Please, let me taste you, baby.” My legs fell from his shoulders and I began to slide to my knees.

Terry grabbed my hair as he slid his dick into my mouth. I pulled once, then twice, and Terry delivered the very thing I was after. As he came, I suckled and swallowed at the same time.

I drained him dry, but that wasn’t enough for either of us.

Terry lifted me again to the desk and with his oh-so-perfect lips and tongue, he licked me, he suckled, he nibbled and kissed me until my honey flowed easily into his mouth.

“Damn, baby, this pussy is still sweet.”

I smiled at his beautiful face. “I’ve missed you.”

“Good, because I’m here to stay. Now, we’ll finish this later. Right now we better get our shit in order, ’cause somebody’s on their way in here.”

Quickly, we hustled on every stitch of clothing we could find.

It was the sound of keys, then the opening of the door, that prevented Terry from taking that last sloppy kiss that was on its way to my neck. So, instead we stood straight, brought our left hands to our foreheads and with a smile, saluted … the Captain.

N’Tyse

Can somebody say, “horny and desperate-ass female!” Yes, I’m referring to myself right now. There I was, in a wide-open, dimly lit room—surrounded by dick. Massive, chocolate, send-your-ass-to-the-emergency-room–type dicks, to be exact. Yet with all the eye candy swinging in my direction and hanging at my mercy, I chose to play it safe—at least for the night. After all, it was my first time. Now don’t get it twisted; I was no virgin. In fact, I was incredibly experienced in the sex department. However, it was my first time inside Purgatory since becoming a member. I had joined online immediately after having one of my …
moments
. I discovered the site as I was searching for local nightclubs that catered to women like me—single, voluptuous, thrill-seeking sex kittens who didn’t have either the time to date, the patience to date, or the self-confidence to date. Surprisingly, I happened to fall in each category. That explained why I had resorted to searching for dick—not love, but dick—online.

On the web, dick came in varieties. They were convenient, readily available, and I didn’t have to worry about any drama. Yes, I admit it; I was a cyber-ho. I’d spend hours at a time surfing the Internet, reading some spicy erotica, and viewing pictures of hot, butt-ass naked, well-endowed men. Then, once my pussy started percolating, I’d whip out my bunny rabbit, climb into
bed, and pleasure myself until I’d calmed those urges. I did all this every single night. And that’s only half of the story. I’d done the unthinkable, had made a believer out of the impossible, and had flirted with the forbidden. I would do
anything
for dick! So it was merely a matter of time before I found Purgatory.

It was an upscale nightclub centered in the heart of the city. But it wasn’t just any ol’ nightclub. It was exclusively for single, plus-sized women. There was a lengthy application process as well. I had to create a profile, submit my picture, and … get this … I had to wait until I was
approved
. I mean, damn, you would have thought I was applying for a Lane Bryant credit card or something. I had to sign a waiver of liability and everything. On top of having to go through all of that, I was still put on their “waiting list.” This made me even more anxious to experience the place for myself.

Two months later, I learned that my membership had been granted. The membership dues varied depending on the levels. Level 1 was Heaven, level 2, Hell, and level 3, Purgatory. And I can’t forget about VIP, which they called the Champagne Room. Of course, I had full access. Horny … desperate!

The impeccably decorated 10,000-plus square-foot venue was a secluded loft situated in the Dallas warehouse district. Valet parking, male hosts, escorts, movie theater, private shows and showers, voyeur closet … you name it and they had it, including naked men sprawled out on banquet tables serving as fruit and vegetable platters. All in all, Purgatory was the perfect grown-and-sexy atmosphere for releasing your inhibitions or satisfying that starving libido.

Before leaving my house, I promised myself that I would just observe, get a feel for the club and its festivities, before partaking in any of the events. And I was doing exactly that as I sat at a
cornered table, in Heaven (the upper level of the club), sipping on a glass of pink champagne. I was dressed to kill, if I should say so myself. My only complaint was that my girdle was too damn tight. I should have worn the Spanx instead; although I couldn’t deny that while I was in temporary discomfort, the undergarment held everything together and accentuated my curves nicely. The new black dress I wore also hugged my body. It wasn’t easy trying to hide the ten extra pounds I had gained over the holidays, but judging by the way these men gawked at me, I didn’t have a damn thing to worry about. My naturally long, flowing hair was pulled back in a chignon, revealing more of my smooth, mocha complexion. My skin and exotic features were illuminated by a single vanilla-scented tea light, and my narrow, brown eyes glowed as I sat in awe of everything taking place around me.