Slave To Love

Samuel Rasulala opened Cherry Johnson's legs.....He kissed her softly , teasingly....she could smell his cologne...He smelled great...He didn't wear cologne like most men...He bought the most exotic, most extravagant colognes... He bathed and showered with expensive and exotic shower and bath gels....She had to admit it...He was one of the best smelling men she had ever met...

That was part of his appeal....He dressed nice, drove a nice car....Had the thickest ,most expressive lips this side of L.L. Cool J. and a deep baritone voice that caused major excitement and moistness in her panties everytime she heard the sound of his voice.

He was a lying ,womanizing dog....She knew this too...yet for some reason, she could never completely tell him to go away when he came over...When he called at some god forsaken hour in the early morning, begging to come over...She rarely said no and Samuel Rasulala never disappointed...

His penis was no where near as large as Roscoe's.. but it was a nice size and he knew how to work it..
Sometimes just being at work thinking about it gave her an orgasm! she wondered if she was hooked on his
penis sometimes...

He kissed her teasingly at first and then he began to kiss her passionately....She returned his passion and he entered her so slow that it was driving her to the brink of madness.....Gradually he began to stroke her in a nice easy rhythm...that made her bed rock from side to side almost musically!!!!!

What she loved most about Samuel Rasulala was that as a lover, he was patient, caring, took his time and never failed to bring her to multiple orgasms....As a man, he was a liar, he openly cheated on her..She knew it! She had no delusion that tomorrow night, he would be somewhere making some other woman scream to the top of her lungs....And then call her ,maybe a night or two later and swear that he didn't.

She had broken up with him only three months ago.....and yet, she was still sleeping with him when he called.
He didn't call a lot...but he called at least twice every two months....This was the third time this month...A record she mused..

Either she was really putting something on him or he was too lazy to drive across town or about six blocks away!  Yes, she knew of at least two of his women....He was a teacher at the local community college...He had his pick of the young lovelies....That's how she had met him...She had taken one of his classes....

She was being used she knew....but she was also using him too, she told herself..She didn't love Sam...she couldn't love him...Maybe she never did...but she certainly lusted for his magic penis!

He left her , lying in her bed, physically spent, totally drained of energy...and yet totally satisfied sexually....He gave her a non passionate kiss on the cheek, Dressed slowly, smiled that smile that always melted her and told her a lie.

"You know I love you baby..." he said.

"Sam....Sam don't."  said Cherry.

''Baby, I don't know why you think I don't....There aint nobody else in my life but you...We need to get back together!" he said.

''Bye Sam." she said.

He chuckled....

"You don't believe a word I say."

"No, not much..." said Cherry.

"Damn baby...that's cold ." he laughed...


''Bye Samuel" she said.

He waved and walked out the door.

II-

Then there was Roscoe!  Her other lover.... He was seperated from his wife, close to a divorce....Try as she may, she couldn't escape the truth about Roscoe....He was a gangster...a thug!   With her, unlike Samuel Rasulala...He was honest....He never lied to her, never tried to b.s. her, was kind, gentle and a good lover...

He was different than Samuel Rasulala.... Roscoe was six feet four inches of muscle....had the hugest penis she had ever laid eyes on to date...and just like Samuel...He knew how to use it.....

While Samuel was a gentle , patient lover...Roscoe was a rough lover....She liked that too.
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“Who is banging on my door at 3:00 am? You must have some money and some candy or I’m not going to open this door,” Cherry giggled as she pretended to stomp down the stairs. She peak out the peephole, She knew that it's Roscoe.


“Just open the door Cherry.” he says with a devilish grin...

 “Oh...hi baby, come on in,” She said yawning and opening the door.  She talked to him differently than she talked to Samuel.

 “Why you so loud?,” he says as he comes in.

“What are you doing here so late?” Cherry asked.

“Quiet and open your  legs, get those panties off” Roscoe says as he pushes Cherry against the door, while thrusting his tongue down her throat, squeezing one of her breasts with one hand and shoving his other hand in her soaking vagina. She finds herself moist in no time and she cums in short order.

 Cherry hates it  that Roscoe knows what buttons  of hers to push. She hates that Roscoe manipulates her body like this. He takes his hand, shimmering with her juices, and brings them up to her face. She wants to lick his thick fingers, but he continues to tease her..

“That’s right, baby...I know you wanna lick these fingers. I know you wanna taste yourself,” he taunts Cherry as he sucks his fingers. The hand on her breast is still squeezing, causing her to stay moist and pinned against the front door.

Soon he has her on the couch in her living room , thrusting away....her legs up in the air, Roscoe arched over  her...the door of her apartment still cracked...

If it wasn't for the fact that it was three in the morning...Someone could have come by and seen a lot more than they bargained for.

The mix of pleasure and pain is almost too much. Cherry's body begins to convulse and his thrusts get stronger and deeper. She yells and goes into a full-on orgasm of massive proportions. His 6’4” frame absorbs it and never misses a beat.

Unlike Samuel...Roscoe stays afterwords...he doesn't just screw Cherry's brains out and then leave with a lie.

He stays, he holds her...He kisses her...Sometimes he spends the night and then takes her to breakfast the next day.....

She could love Roscoe.....

She wonders why one man couldn't have both Roscoe and Sam's qualities.....

She probably shouldn't be with either one of them....She knows that she probably doesn't have a future with either...but she can't let either one go....

She was a hopeless slave to love or lust or something!



For  L.