People are creatures of habit. If you watch someone long enough, you will discover the routines that they are trapped within and you can time some of their actions like clockwork. Case in point. At 5:36pm, Cocoa’s car zips around the corner and proceeds to the end of the cul-de-sac where I am parked patiently waiting for her. Cocoa is always home at 5:30pm after work, give or take ten minutes. I get out of my car and proceed to her front door as she pulls into the driveway. She gets out of her car looking at me with a mischievous expression on her face. I know that she is somewhat irritated that I popped by unannounced, but I also know that she is turned on by the fact that I would sit parked outside of her house waiting for her to get home. “I want you to know, if anyone other than you came over here with this… unannounced shit…a sista would be going off right about now!” Cocoa barked at me still smiling. “I’m just feeling a little…grimy…today dear. I won’t be long,” I responded matter of fact not apologizing for my actions. Cocoa’s smile gets broader as she heard my comment and saw that I had that…look…in my eye. It’s a look that she is all to familiar with. A look that says that I want to do something dirty. Outside the norm. Something only two conspirators who have pledged to each other to ride or die could talk about. “I’m just sayin‘…what if I just popped up on you?” “I would either open the door or I wouldn’t,” I replied grasping her elbow and escorting her to the front door. “Haaaaa…” she protests feebly as I get a step behind her so that I can look at her ass in the long, black, straight skirt that she is wearing. “Don’t…be makin‘…a habit…of this mister!” she tells me giggling a bit looking over her shoulder at me. I don’t comment and we walk into her house with me closing the door behind us. It’s uncharacteristically quiet because her sister has not arrived home from work yet with her son and Cocoa’s daughter. Being the creature of habit that she is, Cocoa’s sister normally does not make it home until a little after 6:30pm. We proceed to the basement which is Cocoa’s area of the house and I lay back on her bed and watch her undress to get into something more comfortable. She turns back to me and slowly peels off her long skirt. She makes a show of it. Jiggling her ass and bending at the knees. She knows that shit makes my dick hard. She then removed her panty hose, making even more exaggerated ass movements. I silently unbutton and unziped my pants and pull my dick out. She then slowly peels off her underwear and before they could hit the floor I got off her bed hugging her waist and sliding my dick under her ass and between her thighs. “Ugggghhhhhhh….” she moans dropping her head back on my shoulder squeezing my hard dick between her legs longing for me to stick it in her. “Let…me…freshin’ up a bit…sweetie...” she moans as I pick her up by the waist and shuffle carrying her into the bathroom. “You don’t need to freshin’ up for what I want,” I reply sitting her on the toilet. “Me freshing up…is not for you... I know what you want…” she replied staring at my hard dick which was inches from her lips. She did what I expected, and sucked Sergio furiously, trying to take my orgasm from me quickly. I let her suck it for a bit and then discreetly looked at my watch to note the time. 5:51pm. I pushed her back forcefully against the toilet and began to take off my pants. “Baaaaaaaaaby! We don’t have time for all of that!” Cocoa exclaimed alarmed. I ignored her. I took off my shoes and pants and then pulled her off the toilet taking her place sitting on it with my legs spread. Cocoa tried to get on her knees to suck it again, but I stopped her, spinning her around so that her butt was facing me. “Baaaaaaaby! Just let me suck it! We don’t have time for that! What time is it anyway?” She gets frustrated as I continue to ignore her and clasp her biceps, forcefully pulling her down and impaling her on my dick. “Baaaaby…” her protests become feeble as I hold her waist with both hands and coax her to bounce on my dick. All of her protests soon stopped and I continued to let her ride me until I felt her wetness get creamy which signals that she had an orgasm. I discreetly glance at my watch again. 6:06pm. I stood up, carrying Cocoa to her feet as well. “I’ve had enough of this sweet shit!” I thought. It was time to get physical. “Baby! Now that’s enough!” Cocoa cried trying to run knowing that I wanted to pound it. I continued to ignore her locking her arms again above the elbow and forcing her to bend over. Loud slaps bounced around the perimeter of Cocoa’s small bathroom as I repeatedly slammed the lower half of my two hundred and twenty pound frame mercilessly into her body. “Slap…slap…slap…baby…slap...please…slap…I…slap…slap…slap…slap…slap…I’m cuming…slap…slap…I’m cuming…slap…slap…I’m cuming… baby…slap…slap…slap… slap!” I pull out of her, giving her a brief respite and push her out of the bathroom into her bedroom. “Get on the floor!” I demand and Cocoa lays down on the cool tile floor obediently now oblivious to the time. I mount her, pinning her arms to her sides and pound her into the hard floor. “Ahhhhhhhhhhh yeaaaaa!” Cocoa screams in pleasure. “Ahhhhhhh yeaaaaaa! Ahhhhhhh yeaaaaaaa baby! Ahhhhhh yeaaaaaa!” After going caveman on her for a bit, I glance at Cocoa’s alarm clock and see that it is now 6:11pm and I decide that it’s time to get my nut. I tilt my body to the left, carrying Cocoa’s body with me and palm her right ass cheek with my right hand. I tilt my body to the right, carrying Cocoa’s body with me and palm Cocoa’s left ass cheek with my left hand. With a strangle hold on her ass, I then pump and grind with wild abandon focusing only on my pleasure. Cocoa watches my intensity wide eyed. “Damn baby! Damn! Ohhhh damn! Fuck it! Fuck this pussy baby! Fuck…it! Damn!” as I stick and move getting all parts of her pussy. I grind deep, throwing all my hips into her and fill the pussy up with three days of backed up cum. “Sssssssshaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!” is the only utterance that I make as I give it up. “Ahhhhhh yeaaaaaaa! Ahhhhhhh…yes…baby! Yes!, Cocoa screams with me in unison. I release, and disengage from her like nothing happened and begin to put my pants back on. I glance at my watch. 6:17pm. Cocoa sits on the floor and catches her breath. She pushes a lock of hair away from her face and looks at me with a slight smile on her face. I pause and stare at her. I love that look in a woman’s eyes. It’s the glazed eyed look of a woman who has cum more times than she can count. Cocoa glances over at her alarm clock as I begin to put my shoes on and explodes… leaping off the floor. “Shiiiiiiiiiiit! Euftis! Shit!” I get up to leave and Cocoa takes two steps towards me and then stops and looks down because now that her center of gravity has changed, my pent up semen begins to run down her legs. “Shit! Euftis!” she exclaims again and runs to the bathroom not noticing the drops of cum on the tile floor that follow her like a path of bread crumbs. Her room smells like Budussy (booty, dick and pussy), her mouth and pussy has the taste of my semen, my cum is running from between her legs staining the floor, and her skin is mixed with my heat and hers. My job here is done. I walk up the steps, leave her house (not bothering to lock the door), and get in my car. At 6:23pm halfway down the cul-de-sac a red Explorer turns onto Cocoa’s street. Our vehicles head towards each other and for several seconds we can look into each others cars as we pass. I glance over at Cocoa’s man nonchalantly without showing a hint of recognition. “Sup?“, I nonverbally say to him quickly lifting my chin. He stares at me curiously, wondering who the hell I am and why I am looking at him. As I said before, people are creatures of habit. Cocoa’s man is usually at her house by 6:20pm. Luckily, he ran a little late today. “I cut it real close this time,” I thought watching Jerome pull into Cocoa‘s driveway in my rear view mirror. I told Cocoa that I was feeling grimy. Too bad I failed to mention that it was my intention to make her a victim of one of our secret games. I idly wonder as I turn off Cocoa’s street how she will explain herself…this time.
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