by
DaddyBear

Part 3
In a flurry of movements, Sheila (looking embarrassed as hell) collected herself and rushed out of the apartment mumbling apologies and some type of explanation involving clothing. Then, Kara ran off saying she had a hair appointment. Yeah, right! Then I was sitting on the edge of my bed with my head spinning trying to figure out what hell just happened. It didn't take long for me to realize Sheila had been watching and it obviously turned her on. Sheila only moans like that when she cums, so it must have turned her on beyond belief! I washed up, threw on some jeans and a wife-beater and headed to the front door. When I got into the living room I noticed several bags on all the furniture. Most of them had designer labels on them and others had names of some of my favorite stores. There was Dolce & Gabana, DKNY, FUBU, Nike, Roacawear, Banana Republic, Old Navy, Famous & Barr, Dillards…the list goes on and on. When I looked inside the bags all I saw were brand new clothing, shoes and accessories in my size. Damn!!! Now I knew what she was talking about! Sheila had obviously bought me a summer wardrobe for our anniversary. When she came over to put my clothes in my closet for the ultimate surprise, she walked in on me doing the nasty. I had to fix it…fast!

I jumped in my ride and headed to Sheila's. About halfway there, I noticed the same car had been behind me for a while. I decided I wouldn’t get out of the car right away once I got home. Sure enough the car that had been following me pulled into her apartment’s lot not long after I did. I sat, waiting to see who was spying on me and why. After about ten minutes of this stand-off the person who followed me opened their car door.

As soon as she stepped out, I knew who she was - Sheila! It had started raining not long after I left my apartment and by now there was a serious downpour going on. Homegirl ignored the weather and sat on my car. She sat on the hood with her feet dangling off the driver’s side. At once she didn’t look like the scared little girl that had run out my apartment earlier. All that pretty red hair that had been coifed into such a beautiful, wild Afro earlier now framed her face as ringlets fell well past her shoulders. She had been dressed in a beige, sheer dress that ended just above her knees. Now, it was more transparent than sheer. It was molded to her body and with the street light shining down on her it was quite apparent she had nothing on under it except a g-string. Her nipples looked like melted chocolate chips – they weren’t hard, just dark and as big around as half-dollars! I remember she had on strap sandals earlier. But, now her feet were totally bare; only her pretty pink toenails covered her feet. At first, she didn’t look at me or make any indication I even existed. She simply sat there looking as if there was no place she would rather be than sitting on the hood of my car in the pouring rain.

I sat watching her and trying to figure out her angle. Was she mad at me? Disappointed? What? I was just about to get out and ask her when she turned and looked right at me. She didn’t make a face, nor did she say a word. She simply looked at me as if to see if I would acknowledge her presence. I didn’t move a muscle. When she turned her head away again, I deliberately got out and made a show of making sure my car was secure for the night. When I looked up, she has silently made her way from the hood of my car to the door of the building. She crooked her finger as if to say, "Follow me," and then disappeared through the doorway.

I walked in the front door and climbed the steps to the third floor. When I finally made it to her door, I had to take a moment to find the right key because everything was so blurry from the rainwater water running from my cornrows. But my eyes weren’t so blurry that I didn’t see Ms. Thing had opened the door to allow me inside her apartment! She didn't hold the door long, just long enough for me to see she was still dripping wet in that damned dress. By the time I walked in, shut and locked the door, and took off my shoes she was standing at the end of the hallway looking nonchalant – like she was a permanent fixture of the décor. She was dripping wet, cold (I assumed so because her nipples were now rock hard) and had received a great shock less than an hour ago. One would think she would be totally pissed off by now. But, there she stood, as calm and cool as can be.

I followed her down the hallway to her bedroom door. When I got there she was in the master suite's tub and Luther was literally bumping out of the speakers. When I knocked on the bathroom door she didn't reply. I didn't want to push it, so I made myself comfortable on her bed and closed my eyes. I must have fallen asleep because a little while later I woke up to the phone ringing. When I answered all I heard was soft laughing and then, click!, they hung up.

I got up and took a shower. While I took a shower I thought of how I could handle this situation. She was the one who said I could sleep with other women to satisfy my freaky needs. She was the one who said I should do it at my apartment since we never slept there. She was the one who said we should spend this last day before our anniversary apart so we could be anxious to see each other before we hopped on a plane. But, for some reason, when I saw her face it seemed like I had just been caught cheating.

I stepped out of the shower and put on some boxers and a sports bra. When I was lotioned and smelling good, I emerged from the bathroom to smell incense and ganja. Sheila never smokes weed unless she's nervous or it's a huge celebration, so I ventured into the living room to see who's here. I didn't see anyone, but I heard that Luther (which must've been on repeat because it was playing when I got in the shower) had been traded for a mixed CD I made for her.

Track 1: Good Love by Anita Baker

Ah…I love this song! I followed the sounds of the melody down the hall to her bedroom. When I peeked around the corner I saw Sheila dressed up like an X-rated angel. For some reason the outfit looked familiar. She had on a sheer white bodysuit that did more justice for her dark nipples than the dress she had on earlier. Over the bodysuit she had on a multi-layered sheer white dress that had a jagged hem-line. Her feet were still bare, but she had painted her toes while in the bathroom - they were now blood red. As I looked her over, I noticed everything was blood red - her lips, fingernails ad her toenails.

"Sheila --," she cut me off.

"Mac, don't say anything. Let me talk, okay?"

I nodded my head because she looked so beautiful and fragile at that moment I was scared I would break her (heart, soul, body) if I didn't give her her way.

"We've been excited and talking about our anniversary for the past two weeks now. And everytime we bring up the subject, we speak about tomorrow. But, tomorrow is the beginning of our second year together. Today is the ending of our first."

I was so nervous because it sounded like she was giving an intro to a huge speech. Usually, girlfriends only give huge speeches when it's time to break up. Even though we didn't have the kind of sex I fantasized about, I realized at that moment how much I cared for her.

"I've been intrigued by you before I even met you, Mac. I would see you at the rec center - clocking in or out, talking to that woman at the front desk, interacting with the teenagers. I could tell you were a quality person even though you have this 'pimp-of-the-year, inner-city-dress-code, I'm-a-lady-killer' thing about you. I kept telling myself I should introduce myself somehow. My plan was to swim in the outdoor pool where you usually lifeguard. Everytime I made up my mind to do it, I chickened out when I got to the center."

I still couldn't figure out where she was going with all of it and my nerves didn't get any better. I was looking at the woman in front of me and she looked as if she had grown since she saw what she saw. She didn't look older or bigger - she looked wiser and more aware. I didn't want her to finish her speech, but I was anxious to hear anything that rolled off the tongue of this new woman.

"Then, one day I came in to renew my membership and saw you lifeguarding an empty indoor pool through the observatory window in the lobby. My heart was beating sooo fast when I changed into my swimsuit and I thought I would trip on my bottom lip when I got to see you closer. I practically fell into the pool to hide my embarrassment. "

Now I knew why honey got in the pool so fast. All this time, I thought she was the one with all the confidence and poise, but she was as scared as I was. Go figure!

"What can I say, I thought we would meet and you would fuck the daylights out of me. But, even though you turned my body on, you also excited me much deeper. I swam the entire time I was in the pool room. Usually, I just sit in the jacuzzi or the steam room. My hair got wet and full of chlorine - it turned into an afro. So we met, did our thing and now here we are. I love you through and through, but I keep denying you the one thing you really want."

She loves me? Did she say she loves me? We had never spoken about emotions before. She always came across so business-like that at times I forgot we were fucking at all. She never got jealous or questioned my actions and need I remind everyone that she invited me to fuck other women. I was still confused, but less scared.

"When I came to your place today it was to put your anniversary present in your closet so you'd have a big surprise when you went to pack for our trip."

I started to acknowledge the gifts and show my appreciation, but she stopped me before I started.

"Don't say anything, Mac; just let me finish. It took me two trips to bring everything upstairs. I thought I'd put everything in the living room and when everything was in the apartment, I would bring it into your bedroom. But, then I heard moans and slaps. I heard Kara's voice calling you Daddy and begging for more. I peaked around the corner and saw you. I saw you get off the bed while she was still on your strap on and fuck her half-inside, half-outside the closet up against the wall. It made me think of how you had me crushed against a wall like that last year at The Spot. I remembered how wet I was when you walked out of the bathroom that night."

If she liked it so much, why won't she let me follow through? Why had we gone through a year of bullshit if what I want makes her wet. Why wouldn't she let me please her?

Like magic, she answered my questions.

"I've been too scared to let you dominate me fully. I have always been a sexually-free person. I have tried all kinds of things and I like a lot of the kinky shit. But, everytime I let somebody see my kinky side they forget there's a daytime Sheila, also. I like being topped in the bedroom, but that's it. I like your part-time work hours. I don't want to own you or make you feel less of a stud. But, I like providing for you. I know you're a big boi and you can take care of yourself, but I like keeping this house for you. I like doing everything for you, Daddy."

I smiled so big, because she hadn't called me Daddy since that first night at The Spot. Something told me at that moment that there was nothing for me to fear. This beauty was my weakness - fine, FREAKY, and feminine. I wanted to rip her clothes from her right then. But, I knew I had to let her finish.

"I had to make sure you weren't going to fuck me and then leave. I had to make sure that you were capable of sticking it out for the long haul. When I walked in on you and Kara, it was too much. Kara and I are basically just alike. She would tell me how you two fucked and what you did to her, how it made her feel. But, I didn't truly understand it until I saw it for myself. It made me realize that I held out for too long. I could have lost you had you met someone like me, but also like Kara. Someone you could dig emotionally and physically. But, I really held out for too long for me! I had actually repressed my sexuality for so long, in the name of love, that I forgot how freeing it is to let someone else take over in the bedroom."

All of sudden the doorbell chimed and she smiled like the Cheshire cat in Alice in Wonderland.

"So, tonight I will give you what you want. I'm going to answer the door. Wanna see who it is?"

I got up and followed her down the hallway to the front door. Sheila opened the door and Kara was standing there smiling like Sheila. Their Cheshire cat smile was not the only thing they had in common – Kara was dressed just like Sheila. There was quite a contrast between them. Sheila with her caramel complexion and Kara as dark as Kenyan coffee. Sheila’s was a vision in red with her solid, springy Afro picked out as high as it will go. Her fingers, toes and lips had all been dusted in a seductive red. She made me think of all the things I love about neo-soul and hip-hop. She was my pin-up girl – a beauty to be reckoned with!

Kara presented a different vision and evoked a different vibe. She was a sight in her white. No other color was needed to accessorize her look. The sheer, white fabric looked silver over her smooth, ebony complexion. Her waist-length dreds were half piled high on her head and half hanging down her back. She smelled like almonds and vanilla. All I could think about was reggae and ganja. She was my soul sistah – a free-spirit that could eat you alive!

Standing there together, I noticed for the first time how much alike their bodies were. The were just about the same height, weight and build. They moved the same way. Even though otherwise they were totally different. They were grinning and hugging; you know that half-hug women give each other – standing side by side, each with one arm interlocked with the closest arm of the other. I could tell their arms and hands were moving around behind them.

“What’s the deal, Sheila. Kara what are you doing here? Why are y’all smilin’ like that?”

Kara spoke first. “Daddy don’t be mad at us. We can explain. Let me roll you a join, Mac. Okay?” She knows what she does to me when she talks to me all soft and cute like that. I wasn’t really mad, just confused. But, she made sure to cover her bases and play it safe. You never can tell with me.

“Yeah, Daddy. I’ll make you a drink. Come on.” Damn, Kara set the tone! Sheila never spoke to me in that voice before that night. But, I think she’ll be talking that way for a while now.

I walked over to the couch and had a seat. They fluttered around gathering things for me and within a minute or so each of them settled on opposite sides of me. Actually, the more like landed gracefully. All the sheer white fabric was rustling and spreading around scents and perfumes; I felt like I was in a cloud of flowers. Kara lit the joint and passed it to Sheila (which shocked the hell out of me because, as I said earlier, Sheila doesn’t really smoke). Sheila passed my drink to Kara who then raised the glass to my lips so I could drink. The more time passed, the friendlier they got.

“How did you two get so friendly?” Something wasn’t right. I smelled a rat.

“Baby, Kara’s the person who first told me everything about you. That’s how I knew so much about you before we met.”

“Yeah, Daddy. Sheila and I went to college together five years ago.”

Damn! So, I had been set up and didn’t even know it! As soon as recognition set in, they both leaned halfway over me and began kissing like they had found water in the desert. I watched for a moment and then I decided if I was going to see something, we should move to the bed.

“Ladies, what’s going on? Y’all wanna let me in on the secret?”

“I told you I wouldn’t keep denying you any more. When I walked in on you two earlier, it did the trick.”

“What trick, Sheila?”

“The trick you tried to get the pornos and toys to do – it made me want you to top me, baby. It made me want my Daddy.” She looked up at me with a look of trust and admiration. In that one moment I realized she loved me and I loved her. Even though we had never spoken on the subject before today, we hadn’t needed to. We were in love! “I want to give you what you want. Tonight. That way you’ll know that in the future…” She dropped her head and hesitated. Then, “…you can take it.” Her last four words were so quiet I could barely hear them. But, I understood.

Sheila looked up at Kara and then Kara spoke. “Tonight, we want to share you. And each other. Tonight is all about you, Mac. Is that okay, Daddy?”

I didn’t say anything. I walked over to the front door were Kara left a black suitcase – my travel bag o’ fun. Then, I headed down the hallway back to the bedroom. When I got inside I put the case on the bed and began unpacking it. I had hoped Kara was going to help me train Sheila properly. If she felt like talking back or denying me any opening, any pleasure – she would have to be punished. That might scare Sheila off. I don’t want her to think every experience has to involve punishment.

Once I unpacked the case and put on my robe and slipper, I heard footsteps behind me. I turned and saw the most erotic sight I’ve ever seen. They were standing side by side again and they still matched. But, the angel outfits were gone. Now they had on shiny satin bikini’s – Sheila in gold and Kara in silver. There were holes cut around the nipple area of the tops and each of them had on nipple clamps. Each of their nipple clamps were attached by a chain in the middle and there was a small charm adding weight to the pressure that would dangle form the chain. To top it all off, they had on dog collars that said “PROPERTY”, each one complete with a chain-leash attached. The sexiest thing of all was seeing that each was holding the other’s leash out to me.

I pointed to the bed and they both scurried to it and climbed in. We didn’t waste time with foreplay or softness. I immediately let go into Kara. I wasn’t done fucking her earlier. Since Sheila interrupted us, I figured she might as well suffer by watching first. So I took hold of Kara’s leash and flipped her on her stomach. I bent over her doggy style and whispered in her ear. “So, you want to turn my woman into the whore that you are?”

Kara knew better than to speak. Immediately, I pushed my already strapped-on dildo into her dripping pussy. I heard the pop it always makes when I first enter her. As I did this I reached back and grabbed Sheila’s nipples. I decided to push my luck and pulled roughly on the chain between her clamps. Her eyes opened wide from pain but she did not say a word. Soon, Kara was tiring out so I pushed her to the side.

“Roll me a joint, would you?” When she stood there rubbing her pussy like it was on fire I checked her real quick. “Damn, girl! Don’t you hear me talking to you?”

“Yes, Daddy.” Kara jumped into motion and disappeared out of the room.

“So, you think you can hang like Kara, huh? Why don’t you let me see what you got, little girl?”

Sheila crawled across the big bed to me and started rubbing my feet.

“Who do you love, girl? Who do you belong to?”

“You, Mac. You’re my Daddy.” She said that with a pouty face. I just had to see how dirty she would let me talk to her. As soon as I was about to give her the fucking of my life, she flipped the script on me again.

I had been about to reach out and grab her; pull her over my knee and spank that sweet as like I’ve always wanted to. The next thing I knew, Sheila had those pretty red lips wrapped around my CyberSkin! She was sucking that dick better than most straight women I’ve seen. The way she was positioned, her ass was closer to me than her head. When I went tried to see how wet she was, I noticed her panties were crotchless. I reached over and grabbed one of the dildos’s from the bed. It wasn’t as long as my strap, but it was much fatter! She was bucking and screaming. She was clawing at my cornrows and pounding her fist into my thigh. But, my good slut never did lift her mouth off my dick!

When Kara came back in the room, she dropped the joint and came to me. She put her pussy in my face and fed me and fed me and fed me. She kept spraying all over my face and chest and I just kept fucking Sheila for all I was worth.

We ended up screwing each other’s brains out all over the loft. We broke many glasses, ashtrays, vases and such. The neighbors were beating the walls and ceiling asking us to shut up! Eventually, they knocked me out by double-teaming me! Sheila gave me head like never before and my clit had never been so satisfied in my life! Meanwhile Kara rode my face until I almost drowned from her sweet nectar.

We spent the yesterday eating, smoking weed and sexing all day long. I experimented with everything: D&S, S&M, role-play, pain, pleasure, sex with food. Everything! Kara showed Sheila the ropes really well and Sheila was learning quickly. By late evening we said our goodbyes to Kara and retreated to the jacuzzi. I must have been really worn out and buzzed, because I don’t really remember going to sleep.

But, this morning I woke up next to this beautiful sistah who slowly moved into my heart without warning over the course of year, only to finalize it by flipping the script on me. Never before has my weakness felt like my strength. When I woke up this morning and saw her there, I just had to go for a walk. I didn’t mean to shake her nerves. I just wanted to think a while before I faced her today.

But, as I walk down Washington Avenue this morning, I realize it’s not facing her that would be hard. It would be facing this day without her. She’s everything I need and want. Not because she changed herself for me, but because she is who she is. I don’t think I’ll be fucking Kara again, though. I won’t need to. My baby is my queen all day long. When she comes home I’ll be there smelling good, smoking a blunt…

And holding her dog collar.

The End

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