Contagious Lust

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ISBN-13:
9781450554374

ISBN-10: 1450554377

“
Contagious Lust”

An Anthology

By

“
Essence BlaQue and Redsnapper”

Table of Contents

Acknowledgements

Blame It On The Alcohol

Was It Worth The Wait?

“
Instant Messages “

Three Is Never a Crowd

“
Just Let Go”

Young, Married and Betrayed

Velma’s Decision

Role Play

Cool Ice - Moist Heat

Blame it on the Alcohol”

Redsnapper

T
he club was bumping
as everyone hooked up in the dance floor. The DJ was spinning the dopest hip-hop jams on the charts. Layla was at the bar, enjoying a few shots of Patron. She had a hard week and her sex life was not happening. She was tired of the game and the way the men were treating her and the dating scene was horrible. The club was extremely crowded for a Saturday night. It was standing room only and nobody could move. If you wanted to dance, you just stayed in place and danced with your partner. As she was trying to get the attention of the bartender, she felt someone rub the back of her ass. She tried to look around but the club was so pack that it was very impossible to see whom it was. She grabbed her shot of Patron and drunk it tilting her head back. As she tried to bring her head back down, she felt someone kissing her on the right side of her neck. At first, she was nervous as she tried to turn around. Suddenly a sensuous voice said,
“Hey sexy lady, don’t try to turn around just go with it.”

She was scared now because she didn’t have a clue who this man was, pressing on her back. She was wearing a very short blue party dress, which came to the top of her thighs. The only underwear she had on was a thong. The man was now pressing on her back as the music continued to play. He began to thrust on her ass to the beat of the bass. She was scared but at the same time, she was aroused. She closed her eyes as he said,

“
Don’t worry baby, I will not hurt you!” “Just relax.”

“
Please don’t hurt me…I won’t tell anyone if you just let…me…go…Ooohhhh yeah!”

He continued to kiss her neck, as the sound of the music was very soothing to her.

Suddenly he bent her slightly on the bar, making her ass stretch out toward him. She felt him as he began to raise her skirt up slightly exposing her bodacious ass. She was tense only because she did not have any idea who this man was. Immediately, all kinds of things ran through her mind, from Pregnancy to H.I.V. However, it felt so damn good to her she just let it go. He moved the string on her thong aside as he slowly pushed his throbbing hard dick into her sobbing wet punany.
Feeling the heat of his dick slide into her pussy, Layla moaned deeply as she gripped the bar. Then, as he began to fuck her from behind, she pushed herself back into each incoming thrust. The music continued to play, as they were not full throttle.

Over the next few minutes, their pleasure continued to build. The man occasionally reached around and squeezed her breasts, occasionally reached up to tug her head back while gripping her hair causing her to gasp from his erotic aggression. At one point, Layla leaned back as he leaned forward into her as both felt his dick slide deeply into her body. She tried to look into the mirror that was directly in front of her, trying to get a glimpse at his face, but he was wearing a blue hat that covered it. As he moved a little to her side, he began to use long yet rapid strokes in and out of her pussy, the new position allowing him to get maximum depth. Feeling his deep penetration, Layla's began to scream from the sensations she was feeling. Her eyes closed tightly as she held onto the bar for support, her body rocking back and forth with each inward thrust. As he held her tightly, he looked down to watch his dick slide in and out of her pussy. As his excitement was nearing its peak, he rammed his tool in and out of her almost violently.

Suddenly, with her voice cracking, Layla yelled out,
“I'm gonna cum!”
“Yeah…do it, baby,”
the man said.

Layla grimaced as she pushed down hard onto his dick. As the vessels in her neck popped out, her eyes rolled back as her face flushed--the orgasm hitting her exceptionally deep. As she came she grinded herself into him as she grunted deeply.

This man enjoyed feeling her cum secretions on his shaft as he felt her juices flowing out of her sopping wet pussy, literally feeling it condense over the skin of his scrotum before dripping to the floor. When he knew the peak of her orgasm was finished, he quickly pulled his dick out of her, lowered her skirt, and moved slowly back away from her. She was holding on to the bar as the music ceased. She suddenly realized that she did not feel his body pressing on her anymore as she quickly turned around. The club was still shoulder-to-shoulder as she turned back around quickly noticing that no one was there but people talking to each other. As she was about to order another drink, the bartender said,
“Hey Lady…your drinks are on the house tonight.”

She looked at him puzzled and asked,
“Why?”

“
The man with the blue hat took care of it for you.” “Wait!” “He was just standing here a minute ago.”

She was puzzled, as she tried to understand what had just happened to her. After thinking for a minute, she smiled as she felt good about the session. As she picked up her glass of Patron, she looked in the mirror behind the bar and smiled as she thought,
“Whoever he was it was good…but I must say…I have to blame it on the alcohol!”

The next day, Layla was talking to some of her girlfriends and the subject of the Blue Hat Brigand came up.

Trish was a friend from Layla’s high school days and Monica was her cousin. Then there was Cynthia; she was the type of person that you had to show her before she would believe anything. The women were talking and Layla just sat back and consumed their conversation.

“
You know that guy is still on the prow, that Blue Hat Brigand,”
said Monica.
“Rumor has it that he goes around to all the clubs in the city, seduces women and then he buys them a round of drinks.” “Can you believe that shit?”

“
Hell, no,”
said Cynthia.
“I think this shit is bogus, and I think somebody started it to keep women out of the clubs.”

“
Why would somebody do that,”
said Monica.

“
Probably some disgruntled husband whose wife has been out a lot, trying to get her to stay home.”

“
If you think this is a bogus, why don’t you go out and see if it happens to you?” “If it did what would you do?” “Would you stop him, cry rape or what,”
said Monica.

Cynthia looked at her and said,
“I would not let him do to me!”

Monica looked at Layla to get a reaction, but she kept reading her magazine.