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Love Potion

THE LOVE BOAT RESTAURANT
MOBILE, ALABAMA


Hunter sat at the bar nursing a drink. He placed the empty glass near the other two empty glasses.

He knew the dear doctor was full of shit. She probably let the other man fuck her, or even worse, taste her pussy. “Fucking cunt.”

“I take it your dinner date never showed up.”

“What do you want Marcia, and are you following me?”

“I…no.” Marcia looked at all the empty glasses lining the bar-top. “Could I join you?”

“It’s a free country.”

Marcia slid the barstool out and occupied it.

“What are you drinking on?”

“Scotch straight.”

Marcia looked down at the empty glasses again. She knew if she waited it out, she will have him on his back, like old times.

“Your date stood you up, how common for ignorant people.”

“Are you speaking in general?” Hunter pivoted and looked at Marcia. “Or from experience.”

“I beg your pardon.”

“Forget it.”

“I still have that bottle of wine left.”

“I’m not interested. If you don’t mind, I’m wallowing in self-pity.”

“Over pussy?”

Hunter added nothing.

Darla stepped off the elevator. She pulled the silk shawl over her bare shoulders. Maybe she should have asked Trina to join her for dinner.

Save it Darla. You are just like all the rest cunts, maybe more educated, but the fact still remains the same, you give your pussy away too freely.”

“Damn lotion.”

Darla walked into The Love Boat Restaurant.

“Would you be dining….Well good evening Dr. Cabańa, I saw you on television.”

“Thank you, and yes I will be dining alone this evening.”

“It’s ironic that the same gentleman, who questioned your professional ethics, is here as well.”

“Where.” Darla’s eyes darted in all directions.

“He is at the bar, since his table was forfeited.”

Her eyes fell upon Hunter, and the woman who kissed him at the bar on Valentine’s Day. She watched the woman whiz her fingers up and down his back.

“Marcia, please remove your hand from off my back. I will be returning to my hotel room, alone.”

“We use to have so much fun together, what happened to us.”

“You drank too much. And to add insult to injury, you went to Las Vegas and married an associate of mine.”

“I’m sorry. How long are you going to punish me for that?”

“Marcia, by law you are still married, and my preference is for a single woman.”

“Well that black woman is not your speed.”

“Something we can both agree on.”

Darla looked around the restaurant. She looked at the empty seat across from her; she then looked back over at the bar.

Just like all the rest, run to the first available woman she thought.

She raised her hand.

The waiter walked over to where she sat.

“Yes, can I have a glass of white wine and in a chilled wine glass please?”

“Certainly ma’am.”

The waiter walked away from her table.

Darla looked around the restaurant. Every man’s eyes were trained on her. Her pussy began to angrily pulsate.

“No, not now dammit.”

Darla crossed her legs. He body felt woozy, and then became overheated. She lifted the glass of water and took a sip; she repositioned the glass.

Darla scooted her chair under the table. She pulled the edge of the table cloth over her lap, uncrossed her legs, and placed her hand under it, she fidgeted to raise her dress, which would mean she has to sit up and pull her dress up.

Darla opened her legs wider. She twisted in her seat. “Shit,” she mumbled to herself. She needed to climax with a hunger; she was scared to stand up, in fear of climaxing.

“Ma’am would you…”

“I’m sorry, I have to go.” Darla rose and hurried away. She bumped into a waiter. The tray he was carrying tumbled out of his hands. The contents fell to the carpet floor.

Hunter and Marcia turned around at the sound of the commotion.

“Darla.”

Hunter stood and lifted his glass; he took a swig of his drink and slammed the glass back down on the bar-top. He rushed out the restaurant.

Darla banged the up elevator button. Her face was profusely sweating. Her pussy was near exploding, and a hunger to climax was escalating out of control.

“Are you on the hunt for a man’s flesh again?”

Darla closed her eyes.

“What..., what do you want Hunter. Dammit come on.”

“What I want, apparently, you gave to another,” Hunter threw at her back.

The elevator doors opened. Darla stepped on. Hunter angrily followed.

“I see you’re all dressed up to give your... your damn pussy away to someone else!”

The elevator doors closed.

Any other time, she would have loved bating with him. At the moment, her body felt on fire. Dammit! She did not want him to see her in the throne of discomfort. She focused her sights on the wall.

“Can you push the up button?” Darla grabbed her pelvis. “Shit!”

Hunter stabbed the number seven button. He palmed her back.

“Are you all right.”

“No, I have to…to climax,” Darla painfully tossed over her shoulder.

“What the hell does that supposed to mean?”

The elevator stopped on the fifth floor. The doors slid open. Two men stepped on. Darla scooted to the far wall. Her body felt like an inferno raging inside. She held her stomach.

“Hunt…”

Hunter grabbed her around her waist and pulled her against his chest. He hugged her to him.

“Hang on baby we’re almost there.”

The elevator doors opened.

Hunter grabbed Darla by her hand and escorted her off the elevator.

“Hurry Hunter, my insides are on fire.”

“Baby, what’s wrong with you.”

“I…I’ll explain later. That theory of, ‘So I’ve been told I’m good’ just might be your free pass after all.”

Darla stopped in front of her hotel suite. She opened her purse and fumbled to locate her key-card.

Hunter took the purse from out her hand and dipped his hand inside. He pulled out the key-card, inserted it inside the lock, and opened her door. Darla ran into her suite. Hunter followed and closed the door. Darla quickly stripped out her clothes. She rushed over to Hunter and kissed him on the lips.

Hunter dropped her purse to the carpet.

“I hope you have all night woman.”

“Hunter make love to me, baby hurry.”

Hunter picked Darla up and rushed her to the bedroom.

Hunter laid Darla in the middle of the bed. He took off his suit jacket, loosened his tie, and pulled it from around his neck. He unbuttoned his shirt and took it off.

Darla sat up and unbuckled the belt to Hunter’s pants; she unbuttoned the button and then unzipped his pants. She took out his dick. Darla pushed Hunter pants and briefs down his legs and pulled him on top of her.

“I have a hot filly I see.”

Darla kissed Hunter, she opened her legs, palmed Hunter’s dick, and guided it inside her pussy. The fit was narrow, something Hunter did not expect.

“Oh Darla, dammit baby it’s tight.”

Hunter captured her lips. Darla wrapped her legs around Hunter’s lower legs. She wickedly moved her pussy walls up and down his dick.

“Oh baby, you feel so good.” Hunter palmed the bed and leaned up, he thrust his manhood harder.

“Oh, sweet mercy.”

Darla lifted her head and kissed Hunter’s nipple. She kissed, bit, and suckled his chest. She trapped his buttocks against her pelvis. “Ooh Hunter, it feels...” Her body climbed to a physical stupor. The helmet of his dick intensified, stabbing away at a neglected climax for two years.

“Oh Darla…baby.” Hunter groaned in the back of his throat.

He bent his head and trapped a breast nipple in his mouth. Darla held his head on her breast. She kissed the top of his head. Hunter laid down on Darla; he slammed his groin into her pelvis.

“Yes... oh... Hunter, yes,” she cried on the feeling his hard dick was providing.

Hunter withdrew his dick. He scooted back and knelt on the floor. He gapped Darla’s legs open, wet his finger, and inserted it inside her pussy.

“Uumm.”

Her vaginal walls gloved his finger. Hunter kissed Darla’s upper thigh. He wiggled his finger, withdrew it, and quickly replaced it with his tongue.

Darla arched her back. Her body road the wave of physical depravity.

Hunter’s tongue, teased, flogged, and slurped her clitoris; his tongue stomped around it.

“Damn, you smell good and your pussy...”

Darla placed her palm on top of Hunter’s head; she mashed his face against her genitals and rocked her pelvis against his face.

Hunter lifted his face and inched up. Darla palmed his face and kissed him. Hunter transferred the elixir of her pussy juices into her mouth. He roped his arms around her back and lifted her.

Darla wrapped her legs around Hunter’s back. Hunter grabbed his dick and stabbed it inside her pussy while waddling around the bedroom suite. He stationed her back against the wall. He lifted her arms above her head and kissed over both nipples. He pumped his dick viciously inside her.

“Hunt…” Darla could not catch her breath

“I told you woman, you better make sure you have the strength for this dick.”

Hunter let her arms go. He cupped her buttocks, and snaked his tongue inside her mouth

Darla linked her arms around Hunter’s neck. Hunter held her by the back of her neck and thrust his dick inside her farther.

Oh lord, this is what she needed.

Darla inched back and kissed Hunter.

Hunter’s body shuddered. The woman’s pussy was a treasure waiting for the right discovery, and his dick was in it for the hunt, therefore, he will be the man to claim it.

Hunter carried Darla back to the bed. He laid her on it, elongated his body on top of hers, and pumped his dick. His manhood was beating.

“Dar…” He bobbed his head back. “Oh shit.”

His ejaculation shook his body to the core.

“Oh Hunter.”

Darla clutched Hunter’s body tightly to hers. The sensation of his ejaculation swimming inside of her weakened her. Her climax marched to the surface with vengeance.

“Oh baby… here it comes.”

Hunter suckled a breast.  He kissed her lips and pumped his dick inside of her.

“Oh Hunter….”

A torrid of emotions escaped, her ballooned climax pulsated, and then burst.

“Oh Darla, shit.” Hunter’s volcanic second eruption superseded her climax. Lips locked, both bodies unified in the glory.

Hunter slowly moved his dick inside Darla’s wet pussy.

“Oh baby, what a treat to eat, and feel.”

Hunter and Darla kissed each other. He licked over her earlobe.

“That feels so good, don’t….”

“I don’t plan too.’

Both reduced the momentum of their bodies.

Darla took a deep breath.

“Uumm, you were like medicine for me.”

Hunter inched back.

“Well I’m glad the effect of my drug could help what ails the beautiful lady.” Hunter nudged her nose. “You are very sexy and worth keeping.”

“And you are basing your theory on?”

“Well since you asked. Getting a man to make love to you with his shoes still on, and his pants and briefs choking his ankles.”

Darla laughed.

“You are with every stroke.”

“Shouldn’t that be my line?”

“I’ll loan it to you.”

“As long as you give it back in the physical sense of the word.”

Hunter kissed Darla on her lips, he stroked her cheek. Darla pivoted her head and kissed his palm.

Hunter stirred his flaccid dick inside her pussy.

“Oh, that feels good.”

“Maybe it’s my turn to aim to please.”

“You have the floor.”

Hunter inched back and slowly kissed her lips. He withdrew his semi-flaccid manhood and streamed his tongue down her chest wall. He palmed both breasts and inched his tongue down lower. He kissed the top of a leg.

“Baby your skin is so soft.”

“That goes for the inside of me.”

“You are…outspoken.”

“Are you falling for it?”

Hunter kissed over her indented navel.

“The minute, I looked into your eyes, I took a fall.” He kissed over her flat midriff.

“You mind telling me what the urgency to seal this deal was.” He kissed her inner thigh.

“That little bottle on my dresser.”

Hunter lifted his head and caught her eyes.

“Meaning?”

“A potent aphrodisiac I bought in China. That stuff ought to be banned for some and praised by others.”

He knelt back and kissed the mound of her pussy.

Hunter stood and took off his shoes, and then socks.  He got back on the bed and kissed Darla’s flat abdomen. He streamed his tongue up her stomach and licked over a perky breast nipple.

Darla’s body flinched at the sensitive contact. Hunter positioned his body over hers. He palmed his manhood and stabbed it back inside her pussy.

“Oh Hunter, you…you.”

“Making you mine.”

Darla arched her back; she enclosed her legs around his. Hunter kissed over her eyes.

“You are so beautiful.” He whispered in her ear, and began drilling his hard flesh inside her vaginal passage

“Oh baby.”

Darla grabbed Hunter around his back. She raked her nails over his back; she leaned up and suckled his chest. His skin turned a dark reddish color.

Hunter dropped his head and kissed the side of her neck.

He banged his dick harder.

“See... what happens when…shit.” Hunter dropped his body on top of Darla’s body.

“Oh Hunter...” Darla held him to her body and climaxed.

Hunter cupped her buttocks and froze his groin. He then wildly pumped his dick in and out of her.

“Oh,” Hunter growled, his neck strained to the ceiling. His sperm flowed out.

Hunter kissed Darla, his tongue worshipped her mouth.

She kissed his sweaty skin, and licked the droplets rolling down his chest.

Hunter took a deep breath and relaxed his weight. He inched back.

“I have one question.”

“No, I am not done with you.”

“Good reply woman, however the wrong answer to the question.”

“Your question.” Darla kissed Hunter’s arm.

“About the man earlier.”

“Yes... oh about that. To make a long story short. I applied that concoction to my skin; I was waiting for you near the elevators. A man stepped off, the only thing I remembered, was nearly making love to him on the carpet of his hotel room.”

Hunter inched back. She wrapped her arms around his lower back and pulled him back to her.

“Don’t run cowboy, not to worry, no one has ejaculated in these walls in over two years.”

His body relaxed.

“Two years, you say.”

“Yes.”

“So, what happens from here doctor?”

“Well since you’re asking, and the fire within me has been extinguished, I will let you get back to your date.”

“The woman did agree to let me take her out to dinner.”

“The way she was rubbing your back in the bar that’s the only thing you two agreed upon, hum.”

“We are talking about the same person.”

“Yes, Marcia wasn’t it.”

“I am talking about the woman whose pussy my dick is still in.”

“Ooh you are so vile.”

“Now you are starting to sound like a city slicker.”

“Explain yourself handsome one.”

“You know.”

“No for a thrill, tell me.”

Darla kissed Hunter on his lips; she trapped the faint hairs above his lips in between her lips.

“I’m listening handsome cowboy.”

“High and Mighty, and too opinionated.”

Darla stopped and inched back. The comment took her back.

“I beg your pardon.”

“Forget it.”

“No, it was said, and therefore, not forgotten.”

“I guess the honeymoon is over.”

“Yes, now get up.”

Damn he did want to get up, he did not want to put his clothes back on, but a man’s pride can be his worst downfall.

“Aah, only if that’s what you want.”

No, I don’t, but you can be ignorant without thought.

“Yes.”

Hunter looked down into Darla’s eyes. He slowly kissed her on lips, and then got up.

Pull him back to you she thought.

Hunter looked down at Darla’s nude flesh. Beautiful, her breasts were eye candy to a man, her skin coloring was radiant, and lips, good gracious. He could just cum from looking at them.

Just count this encounter as a blessing he thought.

“I guess this is what happens when you fall for a city slicker’s pillow talk.”

Hunter angrily zipped back up his pants.

Darla added nothing.

The comment hurt, he used her, and she allowed it. She sat up, got off the bed, and rushed into the bathroom. She slammed the door.

Hunter looked at the bathroom door. Maybe he should go and say something. “Oh, fuck it, she probably would not understand the concept, and laugh at me for being weak.”

Hunter placed his suit jacket over his arm and walked over to her dresser. He lifted the bottle of lotion and slid it inside his jacket side pocket.

He walked out the bedroom, through the living area, and to the door. He looked backwards. “Fuck it.” Hunter reached for the doorknob, turned it, and walked out of Darla’s hotel suite. He pulled the door close and walked to the elevators.

Darla waited on the sound of the bathroom door opening. The man was just too darn stubborn to apologize, she thought. She continued to wash up.


Copyright©SKC-2020
Written by SweetKittyCat5
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I will be posting different chapters until next Wednesday from various novels. These handsome men are ready to blaze my canvass along with their leading lady

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