Derek and Erica: Of Love & Lust

Being married – people say it’s a curse. Don’t know how or why it would be a curse. Maybe they just don’t know how to keep things going and shit gets stale, I guess. Can’t say the same for my marriage.

Seventeen years, eight kids and shit is still going great!

I guess it’s just the love Erica and I have—it’s too strong, or some sensitive-shit like that. But, I mean, it’s true! I had my doubts that shit would get stale in our marriage, but no. With Erica, there’s always something to do, something that’s gonna happen. Even at the most random of times.

Like right now: in the men’s bathroom in one of the stalls; Erica with her panties off and black dress-skirt lifted as I was clapping her shit from behind.

“Ohh—fuck, yeah~! You like that shit, don’t’chu?~” I groaned, smacking her soft ass, watching as it jiggles from the smack and my pelvis repeatedly slamming into her. “Ooohn~! Y-yass!~” she moaned, throwing her shit back. Y’all probably wondering how we even do this, huh? Easy: she sitting on her knees on the toilet seat—don’t know how she’s keeping her balance—with her hands on the wall while I pound her shit from behind.

“Ooh—shit~! Hohh~! C’mon, baby, twerk on my shit!~” I groaned, holding her by the crevices of her thicc waist. Erica whined as she did what she was told and started shaking her ass. Shit, not only was it a nice thing to see but a damn-sure good thing to feel! “Goddamn!~” I groaned as I slowed down. I heard Erica giggle, “O-ohh~? Was th-that a tad too m-much for you, love?~” she teased. She knows how much I don’t like that. I was about to smack her ass again but she ended shaking her ass faster. ‘Damn,’ I thought, ‘She got me~’

“You l-like that, Daddy?~” Erica asked in her soft, sweet voice. I loved it.

I let out a softer groan, “Nng—shit. Can’t lie – I do~” I answered, thrusting much slower, having one grip her still jiggling ass, as the other just hung at my side, balled into a soft fist. Her skirt fell a little, covering half of her left asscheek. She giggled again and continued twerking on me. ‘Fuck it,’ I thought and let her do her thing. Besides, you ain’t gotta be dominant all the time, right?

The more she shook her ass, the more it got harder to focus. Which in other words: my thrust weren’t as hard nor as fast as I wanted. However...

“Mmm—I love your soft thrusts~” Erica moaned, shaking her ass a little slower. I was surprised she said this. Usually, she’ll be wanting it rough. Or... is that me who’ll be wanting to do it rough? Whatever the case, I made sure I didn’t disappoint my baby as I thrusted just little faster into her, while managing to keep things nice and steady. “Ahhn—Daddy~” she moaned, a little bit quieter this time. I smiled as I patted her ass, “Yeah, you like that?~” I purred into her ear. I felt her body shudder, bucking her hips a little while she let out a soft whimper. I grinned as I placed both of my hands on her hip. “Hmm, can’t speak, can you~? My dick that good to you?~” I teased, giving her ass a soft slap, though, still loud enough to be heard. Erica sputtered a bit, I guess not being able to find the right words before she just nodded. I chuckled devilishly, knowing I got her right where I wanted her. With a grunt, I slowly pulled out. Some of her pussy-juices leaked out of her and into the toilet as I did so.

‘Damn. That’s a shame... kinda wanted to drank some that...’

I took a step back, “Watch out real quick,” I instructed, jerking off while staring at her ass. Erica let out a soft whimper as she slowly stepped out the way, her dress falling back down as she does so. I grinned and sat down on the toilet, “C’mon~” I told her, gesturing towards my dick, which was twitching, waiting to get back inside her creamy pussy. Erica let out another soft whimper as she did what she was told; she slowly stepped forward and took soft hold on my dick, causing me to let out a soft grunt. Still softly whimpering, she started jerking me off. I groaned from the pleasure I was receiving. I looked up and saw titties jiggling all over the place. She was wearing a white turtleneck and it rolled up so her titties could be out. ‘Shit, I forgot all about her titties.’ I thought and grabbed one of them. “Ahhn~! D-Derek!~” Erica whined. I smirked, “Mmm—girl, you know you like when I grab on yo’ titties~” I purred, pinching her nipple, which was erect. She gasped from me doing that. “Now, c’mon and get on that dick~! I’m tryna’ bust a nut in yo’ pussy, not on the flo’~” I groaned. Erica grimaced and stopped jerking me off, “Well, aren’t you just the impatient one.” she hissed playfully, sitting on my knees. My smirk grew bigger, “Only when it comes to fuckin’ you~” I retorted, grabbing her skirt-covered ass, which earned me a soft moan, “Wit’cho sexy-ass~! Now, lift that ass up so I can give you this dick~” I groaned, squeezing her ass I bit down on her neck. Erica whimpered as she stood up, resting her hands on my shoulders. I lifted her skirt up and saw what I call “The Crown Jewel,” – her pussy, still wet, dripping and hungry for this dick. “Damn, you ’bout wet as fuck!~” I teased, sticking two fingers inside of her, and with such ease! Erica gave me a soft glare, “Yeah, and it’s your fault!~” she barked, moaning at the same time. I just snickered and took my fingers out of her, “Yeah, I know. Now, take you a nice seat on this dick real quick~” I stated, reaching my hands back to her ass and squeezed it. Erica’s eyes softened as she did so, slowly lowering herself on my dick. I groaned at the feeling of my dick breaching her soft, dripping-wet lips, while she let out a moan. “Ahhn—f-fuck!~” she moaned, stopping halfway. “C’mon, you only halfway there~” I encouraged with a sleazy smirk on my face. Erica panted as she glared at me, a bit more menacing this time, “Don’t. Rush me...” she hissed as she continued lowering herself on me. Being inside her pussy is the best thing I ever felt.

Okay, actually, that’s not true. The happiness I felt on our wedding day was the best thing I ever felt.

Erica let out a soft coo once my entire dick was inside of her. “Ahhn—it’s inside my womb~” she moaned, burying her face in my shoulder. I grinned and chuckled, “Baby, you knew my dick was big from the get-go~” I told her, squeezing her ass. I didn’t bother to lift her skirt up; imagining her bouncing on my dick, her skirt fluttering about with the jiggles of her ass. ‘Yeah, that’s some sexy-ass shit right there~’

I patted Erica’s ass twice, letting her know I wanted her to start bouncing. She whimpered as she slowly started grinding on me. ‘Not initially what I had in mind but it’ll do.’ I thought to myself as I squeezed her ass tighter. She gasped and moaned in acknowledgment as she grinded faster on me, “Ohhn~! Your big dick – it feels so fucking good!~” My smirk grew more devilish as licked up the side of her neck. Erica’s body shuddered underneath my touch. I snickered, “Heh, you liked that?~” I teased, nibbling on her neck. She let out a soft whine-like gasp. “Yeah, you like that~” I grunted, slapping her ass before gripping it, “You’s a good girl, ain’t’cha?~” I asked rhetorically. That’s a question I found out the answer to a long time ago. Erica didn’t have a direct answer anyway, letting out another soft moan. Though, she did answer me physically as she went from grinding to humping on me.

“Ooh—shit, baby!~” I gasped, clenching tighter onto her ass.

Erica’s soft moans turned into a cheeky giggle, “Hmm. Wasn’t expecting that, were you?~” and started humping on me faster. ‘Hm. Well played, baby. Well played.’ I thought as I gripped her ass tighter. “A’ight, I’ll admit: you got me. But that don’t mean fo’ you to start actin’ up now!~” I groaned and started thrusting up inside of her.

“Ahhhn—fuck!!~” she screamed, wrapping her arms tightly around my neck.

I grinned as I cupped her chin, making her look at me, “Yeah, that’s right~! Don’t get to actin’ up~” I growled softly, making her whimper, “You better remember who the fuck Daddy is, you understand me?~” I growled, lifting her skirt up and smacking her ass. She yelped and softly nodded her head. I growled, smacked her ass again and thrusted harder, “I want’chu to say it!~” I demanded and smacked her ass again. Erica didn’t say anything and just moaned again, much louder this time. I smirked, grabbing onto one of her titties and squeezed, often flicking her nipple with my thumb. “Ahhn—D-Derek!!~” “Say it!~” I demanded once more. “Ohhn—f-fuck~! I un-understand; you’re m-my Daddy!~” she whined, burying her face in my neck. I groaned and smacked her ass again, much softer this time, “Good girl~”

The more Erica bounced on me, the more wetter she was getting. Each time she came down, her juices squirt out of her a little bit. Majority of her juices ran down my dick, coating my balls and dripped off into the toilet.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the stall door, causing both me and Erica to jump. “Occupied!”

That didn’t seem to serve as enough of a satisfying answer, as whoever it was knocked again. I frowned, “Occupied!” I yelled again.

“C’mon, mane! I gotta take a shit!” whoever it was yelled back.

“Nigga, I’m takin’ shit!” I retorted.

The dude sucked his teeth, “Nigga, what is you – constipated?! You been in here for, like what, an hour and thirty some’ minutes?”

My eyes widened, ‘Shit, was we really in here that long...?’ I wondered. “M-maybe we should go. We have been in here for quite a while,” Erica whispered to me, “We’ll just pick up where we left off at home...” she paused before softly adding, “... or in the car if you want?” I smirked and squeezed her ass.

“A’ight, listen,” I started, talking to whoever the guy was outside the stall, “I’mma he straight up wit’chu: I wasn’t takin’ a shit—” “So you was in here beatin’ yo’ shit?” he cut me off, snickering to himself. I just scoffed, “Actually, motherfucka—get up, baby—nobody was doin’ that shit,” I continued, standing up after Erica got up off of me and pulled my joggers back up while she put her panties back on, “As a matter-of-fact,” I put my shirt back while Erica pulled her turtleneck back down, “I was doin’ the opposite. You ready?” I asked Erica, who nodded, holding her shoes and her phone. “What do you mean?” the dude asked.

I unlocked the door and opened, Erica walking out in a bit of embarrassment with me in tow, on grin on my face. The dude, whose only distinguishing feature was his bald head, stared at us wide-eyed, shock all over his face.

“I was fuckin’ my wife,” I told him, “Now, there was plenty of stalls you could’ve gone into. ‘Cause they all look empty to me. But knowin’ you had to take a shit, we didn’t wanna smell you stankin’ up this bitch more than it already is. So we’re gonna leave and give you the stall,” I concluded and proceeded to leave, wrapping my around Erica’s waist, “Oh, by the way, mind the nut on the seat, and don’t beat yo’ meat ’cause that’s what I think you about to go do.” And with that, we left.

See? Told you; went to watch a movie at the theater and ended up fucking in the bathroom.

Shit happens.