Copyright © 2012 Danity O’Shae

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Blue Ivy

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Copyright © 2012 Danity O’Shae

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I’ve never done this before... Then again, I’ve never had to do this before. Married for the last three years to the kinkiest woman I’ve ever met in my life… Life was...blissful. I never saw it coming... The cheating, the lies, the distrust, and then the divorce papers, left on the counter of an empty house, cleared out while I’d been at work. The funny thing is, she’s not what I miss the most about our relationship. It’s the sex. Public places, in the woods, on the side of the highway, tie me up, strap me down...you name it we tried it. Fetishes I’d never even heard of, I’d done just for her, my body never feeling so alive as it did when I was with her. Which leads me to the problem I’m having now. I can’t cum...I’ve tried... A few girls I met at a random bar, a coworker, and then most recently my neighbor. How embarrassing that I have to see her every day now, and know that all she’s probably thinking of is my limp dick in her mouth, refusing to get stiff. I needed more than what all these normal girls were offering. Tits and ass, were just tits and ass without the added kinkinees I’d grown accustomed to.
I shook my head free of the thoughts, my trembling hand barely able to hold the cell phone as I dialed careful. Embarrassment shifted through me as the line connected on the other end, ringing. I’d found the number in the classified section of a porn magazine. No description, no address just a local phone number, and a name: Blue Ivy.
For all I knew, it could have been a bakery that specialized in penis shaped cupcakes.
“Hello?” A soft voice asked, suddenly filling the silence as the line was answered, a slight hum on the other end.
“Um...h..h...hi...” I stammered, hand to my forehead as I started a pace, back and forth in front of my coffee table. “I don’t know why I’m calling...I saw this number in an ad and I was wondering...”
“What kind of services I offer?” The soft voice interrupted me, her tongue rolling with the pronunciation of each word, a hint of a smile there.
“Well...yeah I guess...I mean...I’m not sure I’m really looking for anything...”
“What do you like...?” She asked now, her voice barely a whisper as it lowered to a more sultry tone.
I paused, thinking the question over for an instant, my ex’s face popping into my head.
“I like to be surprised...that hasn’t happened in a while,” I sighed, pressing the phone to my ear now, so that I could hear her reply clearly.
I listened as she took in a small breath, as if thinking my answer over before she replied.
“Do you like to be in control?”
“Doesn’t matter...” I answered, shrugging my shoulders, my mind immediately on what she could look like.  “What do you like?” I asked instead, a familiar tug starting deep in my balls as I heard her giggle once, lips pressing together to create a soft smacking sound.
“That’s a first,” She replied, definitely smiling now, the last word purring on the tip of her tongue. “But...if you really want to know. I like the surprised look I get when it happens. I like the tiny whimpers, and the begging. I like the return business,” She finished simply, and I immediately pictured thin shoulders shrugging, her voice young enough to be no more than in her early twenties.
“I’m...I’m...sorry...What’s your name,” I stammered, my cheeks suddenly heated again as I let my fingers drag through my hair, second guessing the entire call once again.
“Blue...”
“Blue...?” I repeated, the color lost on me, as my mind raced back through our conversation thus far.
“My name... It’s Blue...” She murmured, her lips sounding as if they were almost pressed to the phone now, muffling her words a little.
“Blue...as in Blue IVY!” I exclaimed with a nervous laugh, rolling my eyes at how I’d let that slip past me.
Idiot! I’m sure she was thinking. It was right there in the ad.
“So why do you call yourself Blue?” I asked when she didn’t respond, trying to recover the conversation.
“How do you know it’s not my real name?” She countered, her voice teasing.
“I...guess I don’t... Uh...my name’s Sean...” I paused, not sure if I wanted to give her my last name or not.
What if this was a trick? What it were really a cop on the other end? A porn magazine wouldn’t help the police...would they?
“Just Sean,” I said, hoping that she wouldn’t ask.
“You sound young Sean...” She commented, the smile back in her voice.
“28...and you?”
“21...” She murmured coyly, her lips pressed back against the phone.
“So...how does this work... Do you come over...? Do we make plans...? How do I pay? I don’t even know if....”
“One at a time Sean,” She laughed now, and I pictured her shaking her head. “We don’t make plans. It’ll happen when the time is good. It’s five the first time, Double after that.”
“Five...dollars...?”
“Hundred...Five Hundred,” She corrected, a soft sigh following as she waited for me to answer.
Five hundred dollars!!!!!!!!! That was almost a quarter of what I had in my savings! I’d been prepared to hear fifty or even a hundred, but five.....?
“Wow...” I answered carefully, my mind now racing.
If she was charging five hundred dollars, it had to be something spectacular! Curiousity killed any rationale that tried to filter through, my dick now suddenly hardening with the thought of releasing the load of cum that had been stuck in my balls for months now.
“When...? How...? Where....my place....?” I offered too quickly, looking around at the apartment I’d let run down since my ex left. Old pizza boxes, empty beer bottles, and molding take out littered the sofa and coffee table. I wanted her right away, but it would take me a full day to tackle everything and air the rooms out.
“Describe yourself,” She replied, ignoring my string of questions.
“Um...Ok... Medium tall...5’11... Dark curly brown hair, no facial hair, green eyes, not skinny, but not muscular either...”
“Something that you wear often...Something noticeable,” she interrupted, mystery now in her words, as I wondered what she could possibly need all this information for.
“Um...” I paused, looking over my body at the plain brown work shoes, collar shirt and jeans I had on. “A gold watch! A bit bulky, but it was my grandfather’s...he...”
“That’s perfect... Now tell me three places you visit on a regular basis besides work and home,” Blue asked now, her voice back to a purring tease again.
“I don’t see how that has to do with anything....”
“Well if you’re not interested in the services...”
“No...I am...but....” I sighed, realizing that I’d ask for a surprise, and was now getting irritated that I didn’t understand what was going on. “I get coffee every morning at the little shop right above the fifth street subway. I usually grab dinner somewhere off of broad....they have the best selection. And....I walk our dog...my dog...” I corrected, closing my eyes against the image of my ex’s face once again. “...Every night before I go to bed...around eleven maybe...”
“Good...Now this is what I need you to do. I accept cash only. Get it, put it in an envelope in your back pocket, and leave it there for the rest of the week. Everywhere you go, carry the cash with you. We’ll be in touch Sean...” Blue’s voice was all business now, a hint of an Asian accent surfacing as she spoke more quickly.
“Wait...! That’s it...? You don’t even have my cell phone number....” I stopped as the line went completely silent on the other end, the background hum gone. “Hello...? Blue....?”
She hung up on me!  It was a fucking trick! Or...maybe…maybe it wasn’t...
Anger shifted through me as my dick jumped against the material of my pants, hard and throbbing. I knew it wouldn’t be any use to try and beat off... I’d done that for the last few months, finally giving up after unsuccessfully reaching an orgasm.
What is wrong with me!?

I shook my head at my obvious insanity, shoving the cell phone into my back pocket, and pulling out my debit card.
The dog needed a walk, and I needed to go to the ATM. Just in case...

**********

It had been a full four days, and I’d replayed the conversation with Blue over and over again in my head until I had every word memorized. The memory of her soft voice was enough to send my balls into instant tightness when I thought about sticking my dick down a throat that produced such soft sounds. I hadn’t gotten any sleep last night, spending most of my morning convincing the young girl I’d met in the bar the night before to go home, so that I could go to work. She had been cute, heavy double D breasts, thin lips, and a baby face. She’d tried for hours to make me cum, even offering me her puckered ass hole as a prize if it would help my nut. It didn’t work. I couldn’t stay hard enough to even get it in, and had excused myself to the bathroom in embarrassment, hoping that a break would give me time to get it together. I guess I’d stayed in there too long, because she was sleep in the middle of my bed, butt naked and drooling on my pillow. I didn’t have the heart to wake her, and so I’d taken the couch, hoping that she would be gone by morning.
I was now late for work, my usual subway train long gone. I would have to wait another fifteen minutes to catch the next one, and so I went ahead and made the stop at the coffee shop, ordering the same thing I’d gotten every day for the last two years: Coffee, black, two sugars. They knew me well enough here, and the girl working the counter always made me smile, blowing me a flirtatious kiss every morning before I left. I was through waiting for Blue. How naive of me to think that I would ever get fulfillment that way? There were more than a few people in line now, but I left my number anyway, winking as her mouth fell open in surprise. I’d been coming to that coffee house for years and had never done much more than acknowledge her flirtations with a smile, her blonde hair, and girl next door appearance, not exactly my type. But maybe that’s exactly what I needed...something totally different...

**********

An altercation between two young teenagers was breaking out as soon as I stepped from the coffee house, a dopey smile now plastered on my face. I wasn’t the only adult around, and I also wasn’t the only one that turned the other way, heading in the opposite direction. Another punk ass kid caught my eye as I continued towards an alley that came out at the subway, my dick jumping to a semi erection as my eyes swept over her body. Bald head, spiked in a crown of pointed piercing studs, was certainly not my type. It was what lay below the brows that caught my attention. A cute rounded face, dimpled cheek, slanted eyes adorned with a shimmery blue mascara, lipstick to match hinted at her femininity in a way that was gaudy, yet beautiful.

I slowed, watching her as she walked towards me, confident in thigh high leather black stiletto boots, the tiny clink of chains echoing each step as she walked. Full titties beckoned, jiggling out from under the tiny black leather top she wore, begging to be fondled. Her gaze caught mine, and I turned, pretending to take a sip of my coffee, cursing the hardened lumped that certainly showed through my pants by now.

I wasn’t prepared for the fist slamming into my back, hot coffee spilling down the front of my shirt as I was shoved into the alley wall, bricks scratching my freshly shaved skin. My mouth opened to scream, but my tongue stuck, frozen in place by a wad of cloth that was being shoved in, a gag now tied securely behind my head. Panic seized me, my feet dragging as I was pulled further down the alley, away from the noise on the crowded sidewalk.

I don’t want to die like this! My mind screamed, tears coming hot and wet as I struggled to turn around, my hands now pinned behind me in cuffs.

Muggers! What did they want?! Money…? I have two dollars in change left from the coffee…hardly enough to save my life…!

I stilled as my attacker stopped suddenly, tiny hands reaching around me to unlock a plain black door I hadn’t noticed, flush against the brick. Breast, soft and full pressed into my back momentarily, and I almost pissed, relief sweeping through me as my ears registered the click of heels. I stumbled forward, pushed from behind, but not before a weight left my back pocket, a bell like laugh filling the open space we were now in.

A storage facility…I guessed as my eyes adjusted to the dimly lit space, empty of everything, except a small sink over in the corner.

Blue…Ivy..?!

My dick hardened in anticipation, the crack of a whip on my back surprising me so much that I stumbled over my own toes, falling to my knees face forward.

“Do you like it rough Sean?” A soft voice asked, an Asian accent definitely present in the pronunciation of her words. The whip cracked against her calf this time, the tips of the leather tassels, hissing against the floor as they grazed my thigh.

“Mmmmmm…..Hmmmmmm!” I cried, shaking my head eagerly, my eyes wide as her heels clicked closer to where I’d fallen, the door closing behind her so that we were plunged into darkness.

“I want to give it to you rough Sean… Is that all right?” The soft voice crooned, her tongue smacking every so lightly against the roof of her mouth creating a popping sound.

“Pleeeeeeeeeease….” I moaned, panting through the gag now, my body humming with what felt like electricity.

Soft fingers… trickling through my hair…

Nails… raking slowly along my scalp, down my neck, beneath my shirt…

My face turned into her palm, my eyes closing as her heels clicked even closer, her crotch now at my mouth. I inhaled deeply, savoring the aroma of a slightly wet pussy, the natural cologne of her skin mixing in.

“Look at me…” She purred softly, bending so that her ass was higher than her head, her eyes now level with mine.

My eyes obeyed without any conscious effort from me, my nipples hardening as I took in jet black pupils, sparkling with desire for me. I didn’t resist the kiss she licked across my spread lips, her tongue hot and wet, already pressing for more. A nicking bite as I gave in set a twisted smile on her lips when she pulled away, her breasts now at my mouth. My lips puckered and she laughed, smacking my face with the soft mounds twice before reaching for her whip. Tongue, teeth, nails and skin, so fast that I barely tasted her as she lifted to a stand, her body curling backwards until she’d flipped completely over, more than three feet away from me now.

My eyes were adjusting to the darkness slowly, her form visible as she reached into her pocket for something, now crawling on the floor towards me. I lay back as best I could –my wrists still loosely cuffed, dick so hard that it kept my pants from moving into a comfortable position. Glistening white teeth, the flash of a blade, her mouth lowering over my waist, and warmth leaked from the tip of my cock, wetting my boxers and dripping down my inner thigh.

The sound of material tearing, and I smiled, cool air touching bare flesh as she cut my khakis from around my waist, the blade barely grazing my skin. Tiny fingers pulled and I lifted as she extracted my balls first, squeezing them roughly, eliciting a scream of pain and pleasure from deep in my throat. I growled as she squeezed again, and was rewarded with a hard smack across my face, my cheek now stinging.

Bell like laughter filled my ears once again, the whip cracking against the air directly in front of my chest, the hair on my balls now on end. I winced as she pulled my pants from my hips roughly, releasing my cock so that it bobbed from side to side as if waving hello. I only grunted as she lowered to her knees, crawling in between my spread thighs until her lips hovered just above the glistening tip. A familiar tightness formed as she again squeezed my jewels roughly with both hands this time, her head down as she tied something around them.

Pressure…

I inhaled sharply as three months worth of built up cum clotted in the swollen sack, setting the veins in my cock to a rippling throb. I could feel the ends of the string she’d knotted, tickling the crack of my ass, my anus now puckering against a probing finger.

“Please…suck it!” I tried to beg through the gag, pain shooting through my rectum as she prodded deeper, pressing upward against my scrotum.

“Make me cum! Say it Sean…Make me cum!” She whispered as she crawled up my body, her teeth biting loose the buttons on my dress shirt as she went.

“Make me cum!” I screamed for her, my dick pressing against her bare belly, now oozing.

My wrists strained against the cuffs she had me in, my fingers desperate to feel her skin, and hold her body still long enough to fuck her. I wanted her, more than I’d ever wanted another woman since my ex, tiny whimpers now escaping my throat as she pulled the gag from my mouth.

“Promise to be good little boy?” She crooned, black eyes narrowing to a mysterious slant as she suddenly stood over me, one of her heels pressed into my chest.

I nodded slowly, my mouth falling open as she spread her legs wider, grinding her hips from side to side, fat pink pussy lips now visible, the slit of her tiny leather shorts imbedded between them. I cursed the darkness surrounding us, the only light filtering in coming from three tiny skylights overhead. She turned and I watched, my cock jumping in anticipation as her ass lifted high, her body now bent downward so that she looked at me from in between her legs. Toned thighs rippled with her moments, the leather of her stiletto boots shining as she performed the same back and forth grind, the whip she held now cracking across her own ass.

“Just like that….” I murmured as she whipped herself again, a tiny cry spilling from her lips as her cheeks reddened, jiggling now as she dropped low enough to rub them against my cock.

The whip dropped suddenly, falling with a thump on the cement floor, her hands now on the waist of the panty shorts she wore, pulling them down. Metal sparkled and my mouth fell open at the clit and pussy lip piercings she sported, the pink of her cunt now showing as she bent again for me to see.

It was embarrassing that I was now panting, my tongue hanging from my mouth as she crawled backwards, her ass lowering onto my face, but I lapped hungrily, inhaling the scent of her juices as I swallowed. Tiny moans broke free, her hips now wiggling so that her clit was pressed against my tongue, her body rocking so that she rode my mouth.

Yes! YES! Play with my DICK! I wanted to scream, but my mouth was full of her now, liquid dripping from the corners, her pussy too wet for me to catch it all.

Her fingers were soft, her strokes much rougher, a vice like grip jerking my hardened rod to the point of exploding. She did it just how I wanted it, my hips now bucking as I ate her out with a fervor I’d never had with my ex. She tasted almost sweet down there, salty cum pleasuring my taste buds when she squirted once, and then again, shooting a load of cream onto my chin and neck.

“You like…?” She giggled as she slid down my chest, turning her ass on my stomach so that she straddled me.

“Blue…” I murmured her name, a moan catching in my throat when the cool metal of her piercings brushed against the velvety head of my dick.

I was milliseconds away from blowing my load all over the inside of her thighs, the heat of her pussy now teasing me as she lowered slowly. Her knees pressed just inside the crevice of my arms, pinning my shoulders back so that I couldn’t move.

“Beg….” She groaned now, her ass bouncing so that it smacked against my stomach, smearing her juices all over me.

“Please….” I groaned in response, my teeth biting my lower lips to keep from crying for it.

“Beg!” She demanded now, smacking my cheek so hard I saw stars dotted in the darkness surrounding us, my face now on fire.

“Please FUCK ME!” I screamed, the words coming raw in my excitement, her hot pussy now pulling at the tip of my dick.

Heaven! Was not enough to describe the tightness I felt as she slid onto my shaft, the walls of her cunt barely giving when I pumped upward, impaling her.

“Sean!” She screamed my name now, her head thrown back in pleasure, her tits finally falling free of the impossibly tight top she wore.

Thick stubby nipples jutted outward and up, dancing above me as she rode it slowly at first, pulling my nut. The louder I moaned, the harder she bounced, wet ass cheeks smacking and grinding against my swollen balls, teasing me now.

“Cum for me Sean…” She begged now, tiny whimpers filling the air as she squirted all over my cock, her juices now pooling on my stomach.

It was more than I could handle, a roar ripping from my gut as I pumped my hips into her, my heartbeat now in my throbbing sack. Blackness took me, an explosion starting deep in my groin, shooting upward and erupting from the tip of my dick. The throb was never ending, the veins of my shaft now massaging the inside of her cunt with a continuous shudder, my seed spilling into her, thick and hot.

“No…no…no….” I stammered as she lifted slowly, my cock still shooting bullets of sticky cum in the air, soaking me.

She only smiled a sweet little smile, covering her jiggling titties with the tiny piece of black cloth that dangled free around her waist now. Words wouldn’t form, my body draining slowly of any reserved energy I had, spasms now rippling through me from the aftereffects of finally cuming. I watched as she pulled a tiny pink teddy bear from the top of her boot, unzipping it’s back before retrieving the money she’d taken from me from the other boot.

“Call me,” She winked as she tucked the money safely inside the stuffed animal, straightening her tiny shorts before clicking her way back towards the door we’d come through.

I lay there for what seemed like an hour, dazed, my dick refusing to go limp, already throbbing for round two. She’d left me with torn pants, my balls still tied together, my face stinging, and a load of cum all over me, but I wanted more. This is how I liked to fuck, and even if I had to pick up a second job, I was determined to have her again…and again…and again.

My cell phone was the first thing I reached for when I got loose, the number still saved in my call log.

She answered on the third ring, as smile in her voice as she spoke.

“Hello…? Blue Ivy…”

Copyright © 2012 Danity O’Shae

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High School... I didn't miss it. Pimply faced boys, rail thin girls, makeup over done with clothes on skimpier than what I wore under my simple outfits alone. I avoided the gawking looks I received from these teenagers, making my way into the main office, my daughter's cell phone in hand. Call me overprotective, but she was going on an overnight field trip tonight, and I wanted to make sure she carried it with her. When I'd bought us identical Blackberry's, two months earlier, I hadn't expected the ginormous thousand dollar bill I'd received our first month. Overage fees and download charges had cost her the luxury of having the phone for the next month, and I'd forgotten to give it back to her this morning.

The office was a mad house in and of itself, staff and teenagers milling about, waiting to be helped or seen. I pulled my own matching purple phone from my pocket, checking the time, noting that it was almost the end of the school day. The buses would be leaving for the senior field trip in another hour. Twenty minutes later and I was finally bumped forward by a scrawny looking boy behind me, the secretary's face agitated as I explained to her where I needed the phone to go. She snatched it from my hand without a word, scribbling down my daughter's name on a piece of paper and taping it to the device. I thought better of asking her again to make sure she got it right, her eyes now rolling at me as she called for the next person in line. I tucked my own purple Blackberry back in my coat pocket as I exited the school without a backwards glance. High School....nope... I sure didn't miss it!

***********

8 p.m. on a Friday night and I was home all alone. Our cat, Missy had even forsaken me for the orange tabby that kept coming around our trash in the backyard. I'd watched the two of them disappear in a tree together, oblivious that I so desperately wanted company. It was pathetic that I had no friends to go out with. Divorced at thirty-six, single mom to an eighteen year old teenager… I'd wrapped myself up in my job, working overtime most days just to make sure all the bills were paid. There was no time for fun, and on the rare occasion that I found myself with a night like this: empty house, no one to cook for, and absolutely nothing to do...depression set in, my years ahead of me filled with imagined loneliness.
I jumped -my thoughts scattering- as a popular punk rock song suddenly blared from the other side of the living room, the tune almost familiar to me.
Where have I heard that before...? I wondered as I extracted myself from the cocoon of blankets on the couch, my bare feet carrying me towards the sound.
The tune started over, and I immediately realized it was my daughter's ring tone! I hadn’t heard it so long, that I’d almost forgotten how it sounded.
"Jen!" I called, panicked now that something had happened and she'd come home early. Somhow gotten a ride....
The closer I got to the obnoxious music, the deeper the pit in my stomach sank, my hands now fumbling in the pockets of the coat I'd worn earlier.
Oh Nooooooo! I gave her the wrong phone!
The device chimed again, the tune playing one final time, flashing a picture of a very handsome boy labeled: Brody.
How had I done that?! I had her phone right in my hand....! And...I had mine too! I realized, thinking back over my trip to the office.
Well, at least she has a phone for the trip... She'll realize my mistake sooner or later...
I shrugged, setting the Blackberry down on the coffee table as I crawled back into the mass of covers, my attention now on relocating the remote. A shrill chime stopped me where I knelt, my eyes going to the screen of the phone as the same picture of Brody popped up, this time with a little envelope underneath. I’d just started figuring out how to use my own phone over the last week or so, but I knew enough to know that the same little envelope appeared when I received a text message.