Too Busy For Donovan

The first two weeks of February, I was busy. I didn’t have time to entertain Donovan’s request. My days were spent with Derrick when I wasn’t looking after Nana and my nights, I was with Raymond learning new tricks.

One Friday evening, Raymond decided to take me out for dinner. Just so happens, my crazy dad saw us walking downtown, “Hey, baby girl!” he shouted as he made his way over to wear Raymond and I stood waiting outside of a restaurant.

I cringed inside. He looked me over, “I thought that was you I saw standing over here.”

I nodded, “Hey, it’s me.”

He looked at Raymond, “And who’s this?”

“I’m Raymond Foss. Ashanti works with me helping take care of my mother while I work during the day.”

My dad sucked his teeth, “Um, so why are you out here with my daughter all dressed up. Look like y’all are on a date or something. Don’t you think she’s too young for you?”

“Dad, please.”

Raymond nodded, “Ashanti is a grown woman and is capable of making decisions for herself. I’m sure if she feels I’m too old, she’ll let me know if you will excuse us,” he said as he reached for my hand, “our table is ready.” We headed inside to eat.

As we sat, I apologized. Raymond assured me that he was fine and that he wasn’t worried about my dad. We sat and talked until our food arrived.

He told me he had made plans for us to have dinner on a yacht for Valentine’s Day and that for my birthday he had rented a house on a private island in The Bahamas. I was so excited. I couldn’t wait until March 21st. We’d be there for an entire week on a private island.

He would have an assistant watch, Nana, for the week while we were away. He stated that his sister was annoyed that he was leaving Nana for a week to go party on an island. He confessed to me that he had been working too hard and needed a vacation badly away from everything that was stressing him out.

I agreed that the time away would benefit him and it would be magical. My only concern was telling Derrick. I knew he’d miss having me.

*****

Full on wine, we ended up in Raymond’s bedroom. I was getting used to all the new toys he had purchased. His latest item was a karma sutra lounge chair. He had me bent over holding onto the sides of the chair as he pushed his cock into my center and stroked.

“That’s it, Ashanti,” he moaned as he humped.

“Oh God, Ray,” I moaned in return. I was dripping from my sweet spot. I felt my pussy gushing when he hit that g-spot. My right leg shook and I squealed, “Raaaaay, babe.”

He continued to stroke giving my ass nice taps making it tan red. He stepped back, walked around, and sat in the middle. I was able to fill my mouth with his cock as I leaned over. He held my hair and watched my head bob up and down.

He began to help my head go up and down faster, “Guk, guk, guk,” sounded as I deep-throated as much of him as I could before gagging. He pulled from my mouth and let me catch my breath before pushing back in and thrusting. This continued for a while.

He wiped the sides of my mouth, “Come to me,” he said.

I straddled him. This lounger had us positioned perfectly. I felt his cock touching areas of my pussy I didn’t know existed. I started bucking wildly on his cock as the first surge of energy swept over me.

He whispered, “Slow. Slow.”

I nodded and went slower until I nutted again. He had me rise and wait for him to move. I lay in position with my legs dangling off the sides. He pushed his way inside. I felt his tip knocking at my cervix. I felt my womb below with my right hand and could feel his cock stroking inside of me.

We both smiled and then kissed. We were loud. We were nasty. We were having the best time. He slowed and held steady pumping me full of cum.

“Do you love me?” he asked sweetly.

I nodded, “I do.”

*******

As per usual, after a night of heavy fucking, Raymond and I showered together. Imagine the look on his face when Nana wandered into the bedroom looking for him. This was not usual. She would stay sleeping until 8:00 am when the nurses would arrive to check on her.

He had me pressed against the shower wall with my leg on his shoulder fucking me like crazy when we heard her frail voice, “Ray?”

He paused, “It’s my mother.”

I nodded, “Yes.”

Quietly he stroked me a little longer until he erupted and then quickly left the shower. I heard their voices as he helped her back to her room. Before I got dressed, he had returned, “That was close.”

I chuckled, “It was.” I kissed his mouth and hurried to get ready for the day.

*******

When I got to my room Derrick was waiting in my bed. He lifted the blanket showing me his nakedness. I slid into bed with him and we began kissing. He paused for a moment, “I know you’re spending Sunday with my dad but can you make up a reason to get off on Saturday? I want to celebrate Valentine’s Day with you too.”

“Sure. I can do that.”

He smiled and eased on top of me. I love it when you come to the bed and your clit is already swollen from a good fuck,” he said.”

“You like that?”

“Fuck yeah. I’m about to make it throb even more.”

Derrick didn’t disappoint. He fucked me superbly as I lay underneath him throwing up my hips and trying to swallow every inch of his cock in my hungry pussy. As my walls tightened, he moved faster. The friction caused me to go into multiples which he loved to see.

He reached for his phone and started recording me as I was cumming on his cock. He looked into the camera, “I love it when you cum this hard.” He put the camera on me and then aimed it at our genitals as they were engaged fully lock and loaded. He pulled his cock from me and recorded all of my nectar on his shaft and then pushed back into my pussy, “Tell me you love me, Ashanti.”

“I love you, Derrick.”

He placed the phone down and let it continue to record us. We watched ourselves on camera. We looked sweet. His vanilla covered my caramel. We made a sweet dessert for each other. He pressed into my body kissing my mouth. I could feel him ready to explode and he did.

We nutted at the same time, grunting and groaning as the energy swept over us. We kissed for several seconds until the orgasm faded. We were out of it. But it felt so good. So perfect.

******

Derrick and I had this thing we liked to do. We liked to watch the videos we made whenever he’d get back from school during Nana’s nap time. It usually got us more horny than usual and we’d squeeze an afternoon fuck in before she’d wake up.

As I scrolled through looking for the video he wanted to see, he saw one of me and his father. “You and my dad record too?” he asked.

I nodded, “Yeah.”

“Can I see?”

“No.”

“Come on, I’ve seen my dad with you before.”

“I know.”

“So, let me see it.”

“I just don’t want you to feel weird.”

“I’m not going to feel weird.”

I wasn’t sure about it. It was one of our freaky BDSM moments. He tapped the video and watched as his father strapped me to a device. My legs were in the air. My hands were bound. His father licked every inch of my pussy and then fucked me for nearly twenty minutes straight until he shot cum all over pussy and ass.

He looked at me and said, “Wow, I didn’t know you were into this.”

“I told you.”

He pulled me close, “I’ve not weirded out or anything. It’s just good to know. Maybe one morning we can sneak into his room and use one of these things. Like right now.”

I shook my head, “Not a good idea,”

He grabbed my hand and practically dragged me to his father’s room. He wanted me strapped up in the same device. “I promise I won’t take that long. Just a quick fuck.”

My legs were up in the air with ankles attached to the top of the device. He licked and sucked my pussy until it was sopping wet and then pushed his cock into my pussy and stroked away. He went slow, then fast, then slow.

He watched his cock glide back and forth. He was fascinated at how I couldn’t move but only lie there and take his onslaught of strokes one after the other.

“I fucking love this thing,” he commented. “I have to get one of these for our room.”

“Derrick, hurry.” I insisted. We had wasted a lot of time and Nana’s nap would be over in ten minutes or less.

He gave me a swift pounding and pulled out of me allowing his cum to spray all over me just as he had seen his father do in the video. He was content.

He released me and later went for a nap. Me, I cleaned up and looked after Nana until Raymond returned for the day.

******

As requested, I took Saturday off. I told Raymond that I had some stuff to do with my grandmother and wouldn’t be back until the morning. I knew he hated to not have me around for the night but I promised him I’d make Sunday worth the wait.

I did go visit my grandmother. However, she wasn’t home. I did find my father there with my cousin, which totally grossed me out. I had to get a lecture from him about dating a man older than me. “Dad you can’t be serious,” I sneered as I looked at my pregnant cousin.

“Your cousin is almost thirty.”

I rolled my eyes, “Whatever. You don’t get to advise me on anything.”

“Well, what happened with the other guy you introduced us to during Christmas?" asked my cousin.

“He was my friend.” I huffed and then said, “You know what, why don’t you two try worrying about my little sister-cousin that’s in your belly and let me manage my life.” Then I left.

I ended up at Raymond’s beach house where I met Derrick. We got ready together and later left for our date to downtown St. Pete.

*****

We were on the beach at a fancy outdoor Italian eatery. I was at the table when Derrick left to use the restroom. I heard a familiar voice, “I’m still waiting for that date.”

I looked up and saw his dark blue eyes peering down at me. “Donovan,” I said as I looked him over. He looked nice in a white button-down shirt and a pair of slacks. He looked as if he was on a date. “I’m sure you’ve found someone to keep you company if you’re here on a date.”

He chuckled and rubbed his scruffy chin, “Who says I’m here on a date?”

I looked over his shoulder and saw a woman eyeing him rather impatiently. I chuckled, “The woman across the room glaring at you might state otherwise.”

He looked back nonchalantly, “That’s my sister. We’re waiting for her fiancé. She wants me to meet him.”

“Oh.”

“So.”

“I’m here with someone.”

“I saw but, as I stated before, when will I get a chance to take you out?”

I shrugged, “I don’t know.”

“I’m not leaving until you give me a date.”

“Donovan.”

He stood firm. I thought he wasn’t going to leave but he chuckled, “I’ll give you another week or so. I’m not giving up easily.”

Just as he left the table, Derrick was approaching. He sat and we ordered wine and later food.

*****

Derrick needed me that night. He was torn about his future. He was happy that he was blessed with an opportunity to play ball professionally but was not excited about going so far away from his father. Especially during a time when Nana wasn’t doing well.

“I have to cherish as much time with you as I can,” he said as we lay in bed on our sides facing each other trying something new. This was a position for a man with a long cock and thank goodness he had enough.

He held me close. My right leg rested on his hip as he played with my opening getting it soppy wet. Once his fingers were glazed with my honey, he placed his mushroom tip at my opening and penetrated. Only seventy-five percent of his cock filled me.

I reached back and felt his cock, and his balls and then moved my hand. He fucked me so slowly that it caused my pussy to cream within a minute. It was something about the way the top of his shaft rubbed against the roof of my pussy near the clit that was sending all sorts of wavelengths throughout my body.

He felt his cock, his fingertips were covered in honey, “Damn babe, I fucking love it,” he said as he continued. After a few more strokes, he grabbed my right leg and pulled me tighter to his body attempting to fill me with the remaining twenty-five percent of his cock.

It worked; I creamed even more. He rolled onto his back and I was on top. I humped as he thrust. It was a beautiful cadence. He squeezed my ass and pulled my cheeks away from each other. I felt every inch of him in my pussy.

I hugged him tightly with my face pressed against his ear. He got to hear my soft moans grow louder with each stroke. “Ahhhhh, sssss, shit,” he groaned as he filled me.

He was still inside me as I kissed his mouth, “I don’t know where I’m going to end up but no matter where I go, you’ll still have my heart,” he said.

I believed him. I kissed him and said, "You'll always have my heart, too."

That night, he informed me that he planned to go to The Bahamas the same week we'd be there at a beach house close to the one where his father and I would stay.

That meant, I was going to be busy for a week but it wasn't anything new for me. I was used to pleasing them both daily. It was my pleasure.