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Slice of Cheesecake #5: Vincent
by Ze Orange Yeah (luvbunneh@aol.com)

***

I wanted Vince so bad, but always had to settle for 
just his woman. But one night I got what I had always 
wanted... such a pity he denied it. (MF, rom, nc, mast)

***

He was a guitarist for the band Unofficial. I had made 
love to his girlfriend several times but was frustrated 
by the fact that I wasn’t allowed to touch him. The 
rules were that I could kiss, lick, fuck, and touch her 
whenever he was around, but I could only touch him when 
she was around, and even that was limited. I figured it 
wasn’t quite fair due to the fact that she got her new 
sexual experiences but didn’t get to do anything but 
watch. 

We were at a party one night and I kissed him... 
Vince... Vincent, the sweet one. Gorgeous body, six 
pack abs, cut groin, beautiful pecks. Me and him... we 
had more in common than is even sane; we dig blues, 
jazz, Led Zeppelin, he kisses just how I like. Lips 
pressed hard against mine, bruising and hurting but 
arousing and amusing. 

I leaned back on the couch and slid my hands over my 
denim clad thighs, feeling the pressure rising from one 
side to the other. I pressed myself in the groin and 
writhed while Vince watched. I began to rub my pussy 
from outside my jeans, harder and hard until I felt 
like I couldn’t bear it anymore, then I unzipped my 
jeans and slid them down, kicking them across the 
living room. 

I pushed my hands down my panties, both of them, and 
played with my clit while I fingered myself with the 
other hand. Vince slid his hand down between his own 
legs (he was naked... we had undressed him earlier to 
put him in a dress and took pictures) and began to 
stroke his cock. Then as I played with myself harder 
and harder he reached over and put his own hand between 
my thighs and began to finger me. 

He stroked the outside of my pussy gently, feeling the 
silky, hot lubrication coat his fingers. Then he slid 
two fingers deep inside of me and began to make a "come 
hither" motion with them, pulsing against my g-spot and 
making me writhe with pleasure, all the while gyrating 
his thumb on my clit. Then he dropped to the floor 
between my thighs, pulled my panties down, and began to 
lick and suck my pussy, all the while keeping his 
fingers deep inside me, making me cum harder and 
harder. 

I remembered how vivid his dreams are, how he’ll 
masturbate for you and talk dirty if you just lick his 
ears and say something nasty so I smacked him and asked 
him if he knew who I was. "Alisha..." he whispered 
softly. I smacked him harder and asked again, "Who am 
I?" and he sighed with a grin, his eyes wide open, his 
cock hard and ready, "Alisha... Alisha... oh god, 
you’re so sexy... god I want you..."

I pushed him down on the couch while I kissed his 
nipples, sucked on them, licked them while he writhed, 
groaning and tangling his hands in my hair. He 
whispered things to me that only I could hear...

"You’re so sexy, y’know that? Oh god, you’re so 
sexy..."

I loved it. How can I deny it? How does a woman NOT 
love that sort of attention? Lips, tongues, hands, 
hair... he pressed his body against mine and pulled me 
as close as he could. Tears came to my eyes when I 
thought about how angry she would be if she knew... 
Vince... Vince... Vince... for once, Vince was mine. He 
pressed his body against me, his hard, hard body, 
lifted up my shirt and slid his hands over my back, my 
shoulders, and my bum while my body pulsed against him.

I slid the shirt off, a Led Zeppelin t-shirt, and he 
sucked my nipples hard, hard enough to make my pussy 
goosh in ways I can’t even describe. He slid my panties 
off, plain, white Hanes, and threw them over by the 
stereo and then ran his hands over every inch of my 
bare flesh. His teeth tested the skin of my throat 
while I groaned and died of ecstasy. 

He pulled me on top of him and tried to pull me up to 
his face while he licked my thighs and pussy. He sucked 
my clit and fingered deep inside of me, that secret 
stop that so few could actually satisfy me with. 

Then, I straddled his hips and he pressed my hot, wet 
pussy against his engorged cock. God, he was so big, so 
hot... I wanted nothing more than to have him inside of 
me. I licked down his chest, sucking his nipples and 
running my nails down his sides. I kissed his hips, 
sucked his navel, and tongued his cock, then slid the 
entire length of him into my mouth. 

I sucked his dick hard, pulling him inside of my mouth, 
then pulling away from him and running my hand along 
his length while he whispered my name in the dark. I 
licked his balls, then took them into my mouth, one at 
a time, sucking on them softly, gently... careful not 
to hurt them. Then I took him in my mouth again, 
sucking him harder, urgently, needing to taste him on 
my tongue.

He pulled me away from his cock and kissed me, 
whispering, "Bathroom... lets go to the bathroom. 
Please... come with me..." and pressing his cock 
against my pussy. I wanted him so bad that I just moved 
my hips forward and let him slide into me while his 
hands held tight to my waist. He pulled me down onto 
his cock again and again, impaling me on his dick and 
pulsing deep inside me. 

Vince thrust deeper and deeper into my wet pussy while 
I moaned his name, over and over, until he made me cum, 
one thumb on my clit and his other hand on my hip. He 
came with me, leaning back and watching my body pulse 
and shudder and whispered my name. 

In the morning he asked me what had happened, told me 
he remembered the blow job and licking my pussy, and 
asked me to tell him what else had happened. I told 
him, and he smiled, but was troubled. There was a bite 
mark on his shoulder and several nail marks along his 
hips and sides.

I guess when he went to his woman, Lyn, she got angry. 
He told her he didn’t remember anything at all, and 
other people told her that they thought he might have 
been asleep. She was angry with me, understandably. I 
told her everything that had gone on, from our drive to 
the liquor store to get more booze and him asking me to 
pull over and fuck him on a back road to the occasion 
on the couch. There were a few things that I left out 
to save her feelings, but I told the truth.

Tonight she screamed at him as they left a friend’s 
house. Somehow, she’s still angry about that episode. 
Wonder why? 

END

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