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Authors: Rosalie Banks

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Presently, Tupac stood up and went to the
door to confirm it was locked. He then returned to the front of the
couch and completely undressed before me, stepping out of his Karl
Kani jeans. As a woman I must confess, his nudity was a sight to
see. Standing tall with chiseled chest and broad shoulders lettered
with tattoos that rippled with slight perspiration; torso tapered
well on strong calves adorned with a leviathan for a prick, I
gushed in the pussy to be his special guest of honor on his
birthday night. Forget the poem, the diamond and the rose. The real
gift I was getting was that black pole standing in front of me, all
tattooed up and burning with desire; waiting to ravage me.

“How do you want it baby?” he asked, giving
me that smile that had swooned many women when they saw it the
movies or on TV.

“Hardcore. Romantic. Religious. Snuff or all
of the above. Take a pick and I’ll be your soul provider” he
humored me, dousing the tension in my body a bit whilst teasing me
with the sight of his raw manliness, taunting and inviting me. I
replied him with the same raw emotion of lust, eyes glued to his
throbbing member.

“Take me any way you want birthday boy. I am
your vanilla cake for the night. Relish my body however you
want.”

With this said Tupac moved towards me and
lifted me bodily onto his shoulder, and walked to the bed, slapping
my ass affectionately on his way. He gently placed me on the bed
and stepped back. Then I knew Tupac the poetic lover had changed
into Tupac the thug lover. He stood in front of me, and with his
eyes beckoned me to work up his half flaccid dick. I went on my
knees, back reclined at 30 degrees and held his cock in my hand.
With my other hand I tenderly slapped its cap twice in series
before putting it in my mouth to feel it instantaneously grow big
inside my warm cooler. Holding firmly to his thighs, my mouth
became a door of pleasure for his firm dick; as I grazed his shaft
with my teeth and pulled on his penis with an oscillating move,
sending fires inside the fibers of his being that I could confirm
in the words escaping the lips of this studded thug. Tupac was a
rapper for sure.

“Yes. I love it. Swallow it whole. Shark it
baby, shark my thuggish funk in your mouth, make me harder!” His
Death-row insignia bounced left and right on his chest where it
hung low from a gold chain and his THUG LIFE inscribed tummy
rippled as he swayed on the spot in response to my magic tasting of
his cock, grabbing my head to control the sporadic jerks and loving
the feel when I gagged on his thuggish cock. I didn’t have to suck
him for long before Tupac flipped me on my back and descended to
bite me on the butt cheek like a rabid panther. How I loved it!
Without notice and with a manic strength he tore my panties into
shreds in a move I found so incredibly sexy my pussy puckered
between my shocked legs. He then opened my thighs a crack and
dipped his middle finger inside my wet cunt to moisten it and
shoved it inside my anus in a strike that sounded at the tip of my
spine. Before I had time to recover from this sweet shock, Tupac
had positioned himself beside my butts, using one hand to flick his
massive rod over my wet crevice, while the other hand’s middle
finger fucked my anus with a consistent stroke, shifting between my
wet cunt and my slippery asshole. I pulsed in the pit of my pussy,
pouring out pre cum in quantity, moaning like a nymph in the throes
of wood ecstasy.

Tupac didn’t let me want for too long
because he soon tilted me waist up with a shove of his strong arm
and guided his throbbing pole inside my red and ready cunt. I
caught a gasp in my throat at his imperial entrance into my walls.
Then like a savage that a thug really was on bed he began filing my
cunt with powerful thrusts; filling my pussy walls with sweet
pummeling that resounded in my brains in burst of ecstatic
fireworks. Oh Tupac could fuck. Battering me from the back like a
mastiff in heat, he tore my pussy into shreds figuratively in the
masterly strokes he rammed into me, clamping my hands at my back as
he pounded me with hardcore thrusts. I came like it was raining,
screaming myself hoarse in the grip of his raw libido.

Shortly, he relaxed his thrusts and raised
me up to kiss me, holding my waist tenderly and caressing my boobs
with copious fondles that I so loved, especially his hard tweaking
of my nipples between his sodden fingers. Then he carried me from
the bed onto his shoulder again as though I was a pillow and moved
back to the couch where he sat with a slump, balancing me on his
strong thighs. Facing him, I French kissed him generously, stroking
his man in my palm before gently raising up my waist to guide his
cock inside my hot twat. The effect was like the detonation of a
hydrogen bomb. Tupac’s cock was a size uncommon amongst the race of
men. Sculpted like an obelisk with crown, it invaded my pussy walls
with sweet force, filling the orifice completely so much that juice
leaked at its sides, lubricating the ride as I began my Samba dance
on him. Resting my hands on his great shoulders in a way that
allowed my boobs to beat against his face, flapping wildly, I rode
him out on the couch, bouncing my ass up and down on his turgid
cock, secreting love oil copiously in my cunt. We rode like this;
with both of us saying Jupiter speak to each other, lost to the
bond of Eros joining us in mutual satisfaction. Rose, the good girl
gone bad now took rein, cussing in enchanted tongue in response to
the sweetness I drilled from Tupac’s love reservoir.

“Do you like my pussy daddy? Uhn, like my
sweet pussy thugging- fucking you! Tell me you love the sweet juicy
pussy fuck the thug out of your dick. You thuggish punk with the
dick of steel. Today I will ride you so hard your dick will sing!
Yes that’s me riding you. Let this cunt thug fuck you! Yes it’s
your birthday. Wanna give you a birthday bang. Fuck you the way you
will like. Thuggish motherfucker you. Oh yes fuck. FUCK!
FUCK!FUCK!!!” I ranted as I tangoed on his massive dick, fucking
him with a jerky pounding of my ass on his static rod, my hips
flared out and succulent, rippling to the rhythm of our dance. On
his part he held my waist with a vice like grip, tonguing my
nipples as it slapped across his face and at intervals would
suspend my ass in the air and pound with a series of savage
pumping. Pap! Pap! Pap! Pap! Pap! Pap! Like a tumultuous encore,
thus clapped the meeting of our bodies as we rocked together to the
crest of pleasure; muttering like two opera singers in spiritual
ecstasy.

Pushing me to the side, Tupac stood up and
turned me on my back, with my tummy facing up and my legs spread.
He then held my legs suspended with a hand each and spread me wide.
Guiding his stiff cock inside my wet cunt he began fucking me
missionary style. Only his missionary style was with a difference.
It was thuggish-missionary style properly called. Perhaps it was my
legs suspended in the air or the beastliness of his thrust or both,
I just knew I lost contact with the present and flew away into
another planet, self tickling my clit in reckless abandonment as
his rod rode in and out of my fiery pot, pouring out cream on the
couch. You see, what Tupac did to me cannot be recounted in full to
you diary. After fucking me like that for some time, he then placed
my legs on his broad shoulders and reinserted his hardness inside
me, continuing his savage expeditions on me. He was a super lover
indeed; looking deep into my eyes as he dipped, muttering
soliloquies to me.

Untiringly, Tupac shifted course as he
clamped my thighs over my stomach in a way that pushed up my pussy
opening and without haste pushed his glistening dick back inside
and pounded on, slapping me in the ass at intervals as he did. He
would grab my boobs with roguish hands and fondle it while he
rammed into me, saying to me in the dirty language of lust that I
was the sexiest babe in the world with the wettest well of honey;
and periodically dip down to bite me on the lips and nipples before
resuming job on my choocha, pounding it with his dick like he would
a grinder, muttering sweet nonsense to himself. Did I flow between
the legs? Mississippi river could not compare. Tupac performed
wonders on my cunt like he was rapping on stage, displaying his
virtuosity in many ways than one. He had a signature in the way he
would remove his dick from my twat and use the tip to tease my
engorged clit before dipping in it again; steam fucking me first
with slow thrusts followed with shallow ones; and I the fortunate
recipient just relished the sweetness of his gifts as he gave them
to me, storing them in my secret memory to be relived and cherished
again and again.

But if you observed rightly you would notice
that since the sex story started, it had been Tupac being in
command. Yes I let it be. With men like Tupac feminarchy rules
prescribed you let him lead till he wears out and at the crowning
moment the baton of control changes. And now was the time for Candy
Girl to take control, especially since we were both about to hit
the shore of pleasure from where there was no return. So for me to
be back in control I activated the Candy Girl mode, slowly
disentangling from Tupac on the couch and stood up to cat-walk to
the desk beside his bed, looking back with lusty eyes to beckon on
him to follow. Tupac, obviously fascinated with my play rose from
the couch and followed me, his dick sticking out in front of him
like a sledge hammer made with flesh. At the edge of the desk I
stopped and bent down halfway in a show that flashed the view of my
ass to him, glistened with juice and inviting. I stood up again and
resting my hands on the hard surface of the desk twerked my ass in
front of him like I did in his video, shaking it provocatively in a
way it jiggled like jewels, my gold waist band jingling as I
twerked, making him salivate and swallow hard. I cast back a sultry
glance at Tupac where he stood like on spell, stroking his massive
cock absently in his hands, talking dirty to me with a voice
slurred with lust.

“Your ass is the juiciest in town baby. Yes.
I can rock it from here to Bermuda. The view is magnificent,
calling to me to come and fuck. I love the way your gold band
rattle on your waist. Yes twerk that ass for Pac. Twerk it for me
baby. It’s my birthday”

He moved towards me anon and resuming my
film with him I pulled on his erect penis, turned and sat him on
the edge of the desk. Then straddling him like a screw I sat on his
erectus backing him and gave him a joy ride to Fantasy Island. He
held my waist lovingly but firmly and regulated my dada dance on
his sugar candy. I screwed his cock hard with serial pumps,
slapping my butts against his crotch like a lap dancer, crooning
like a deranged woman. To titillate him to the peak I would place
the tip of his cock at my vulva opening, feeling its glistening
surface for a second before plugging it in slowly, like I was
calibrating it. So electric it was I gasped and swallowed hard. The
entrance of his cock into my pleasure door was always breathtaking,
literally. I gyrated on him, swinging my hips to his movements,
rubbing his hand as he rubbed it on my taut nipples, looking back
at him as my wig of brazilian hair fell in swoop around my bouncing
head, sensually sweeping his chest. He slapped my ass twice, left
and right as I rode him joyfully; grinding my hips on him as he
made hissing sound in his mouth, savoring the sweetness of my
birthday offering. Soon his thrust picked up pace as he gripped my
waist tighter and rammed and I knew he was about to come, grunting
like a wounded lion.


I want to eat your come
Pac. Let me have it hot and flaming. Pour your white sperm all in
my mouth and let me drink it down. Give it to me. Give me your Thug
Passion please!Let me have on my joggs baby ” I crooned in ardent
plea to him, firming my thighs to make my pussy tighter and his
drive keener. When his moment came, he roughly turned me to face
him and shoved his dick in my mouth to disgorge an avalanche of
warm cum in my mouth, grunting like a bear in ejaculating
spasm.

“Arhhh! Take my cum baby ” he growled,
swaying on the spot as he spurted his thick liquids in my mouth. I
licked every bit of his cum, rolling his cock cap in my mouth as he
vibrated on the spot where he was rooted, heaving in the chest. He
slumped on the bed beside the desk afterwards, panting like he just
ran a marathon, sweating all over as I was, his face flushed with
the joy of release.

Later I stood up and excused myself to use
his rest room to perform my feminine rituals. Inside his miniature
Jacuzzi I looked myself in the mirror and smiled in satisfaction,
admiring his hand prints on my body and the redness of my nipples.
Tupac was wild and raw. He was everything girls fantasized him to
be and more. His libido was ultra strong and his moves masterly. I
would give up the world to have another chance to be ravaged by him
again like he just did. But that I knew to be another wishful
thinking because already our flight back to JFK was due in two
hours; and men, especially stars, rarely get to taste a girl like
me twice except she was to become something else. You know we live
in a paparazzi ruled celebrity world.

****

When I returned to the room I met Tupac
already clothed, smoking a slim tube of green herb, with a cup of
Thug Passion in his hand, which he sipped on rocks. A purple haze
billowed from his mouth as he watched me saunter into the room, to
sit beside him on the couch. He placed down the drink and the
burning herb and put a hand on my thigh, turning to tell me in his
falsetto.

“That was a swell performance Rose. You made
my birthday quite an unforgettable one. Knowing this day only comes
once in a lifetime I appreciate your making it a milestone for me.”
I smiled and didn’t say anything, acting like I was shy when in
reality I was overwhelmed by him and still intoxicated over his
recent exploration of me. He was too darn handsome and powerful to
sit beside. Playfully stroking my caramel lap and tingling my skin,
he continued

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