Busty Anissa

I was waiting in a midtown Manhattan restaurant for one my friend, Anissa. It had been six years since I had last seen Anissa. I stayed in contact with her through e-mails, and today I was finally going to see her. This meeting had me full of anxiety that I kept on looking at my Black Caviar Bang watch.

Minutes later, Anissa walked in looking so radiant in her sexy white dress. She was a short, busty raven-haired French beauty with sultry eyes. I could not deny her sexual allure. Once she noticed me, she was all smiles. Her bouncing tits had me in a trance.

“Hey, are you doing?” I greeted her with a kiss on the cheek.

“I’m doing fine,” Anissa answered. “You looked great, Mar’e.”

“So do you,” I complimented her.

“Wow, this place is nice.”

“You know I have to treat you to a nice place. This is a special occasion.”

We consumed smoke turkey, steam vegetables, and brown rice. Then we updated each other about what we had been up to lately.

“Yes, I’m glad the Goodfellas magazine is doing well.” I expressed. “People can relate to love, romance, and sex. I think it is fun breaking the rules and changing the world. I love sharing my lifestyle with the world. I am showing my readers how to dress, what cars to drive, and the sexiest women on the planet! It is Harlem meets Hollywood! Urban flavor merges with Hollywood glamour. You should pose for my magazine, Anissa! You are hot!”

“Thanks, it sounds good. I would love to be on the cover of Goodfellas!” Anissa continued. “I did nude modeling while I was in France. It was great! The scenery, incredible sunsets, and the photographers made it an unbelievable experience! I cannot wait to do it again this summer.”

“How was your life in France?” I asked her.

“It has been an incredible experience living there,” Anissa answered. “The people are nice and I have so many family members living there. My college life was also great, but intense! I am glad I earned my degree in banking, but I wish that I could have graduated in the States. I miss New York and the people I felt so connected with here.”

“I had a wild college experience. There were so many parties and trips to Las Vegas for spring break. I do not know how I finished college in four years. It is a good thing my mother was on my case to keep me from losing my focus. During that time in NYU I kept on thinking about you.”

“Oh, stop.”

“I really was thinking about you. You are possibly the nicest person I know. I remember you told me a story that you made a birthday card for somebody in your high school that you did not know personally. I thought that was quite interesting. When I hear someone like you come out of their way to brighten up a day, it says so much.”

“Thank you,” Anissa said.

We hopped inside my new white Bugatti Veyron and drove around Manhattan. My car and the speed of it impressed Anissa. I felt like I had the sexiest passenger in the city! I stopped at a red light and turned to Anissa.

“I’m so glad that you came back and visit the city,” I said. “You really made my day.”

“Thank you, babe,” Anissa said. “I love you!”

“Love you too, sexy?” I asked her.

We kissed passionately. I felt her magic on my lips and wanting tongue. I knew there was an inner freak in her.

When we got back to my place, we were so ready to have sex even though I felt a bit anxious. Anissa stood there waiting for me to touch her, and do whatever I wanted with her.

“Are you intimidated by me?” She asked in a naughty voice.

“No, I’m ready,” I responded.

My adrenaline rush was in high gear. We went to the bedroom and began stripping. Anissa removed her bra; I sucked her tits and fingered her. She loved every minute of it.

I slid in and out of her moist pussy at a fast pace. Her passionate moaning and dirty talk convinced me I was hitting her spot. I did not want to stop fucking her.

 

“Let me get on top, babe.” Anissa begged.

 

“No problem, sexy. Do your thing!”

Anissa climbed on top and rode me. She bounced up and down, shrieking nasty French words that turned me on. We were in a nice rhythm as we neared a bursting climax that would make the years of wonder worthwhile!

Anissa’s dark eyes widened. Then she climaxed; her eyes rolled in the back of her head. This triggered me to ejaculate on her navel. Anissa wiped the cum off with her fingers and licked them clean.

“That was good,” Anissa replied.

She climbed off me and ran to the bathroom to take a quick shower. I lay on the bed almost exhausted, smiling up at the ceiling. I was in an accomplished mood after the great sex with Anissa.

Anissa walked in my bedroom nude and wet. Her long hair draped over her shoulders, and her nipples were erect. Goosebumps covered her sexy body. As Anissa dressed, I watched in awe.

“Damn, I will like to go another round with you, sexy,” I said seductively.

Anissa laughed and said, “It was great, but I have to go. I am going to a show with my mother and father. We’ll do this again soon.”

“Please?” I begged playfully.

Anissa walked over and kissed me on the lips. “Don’t beg.”

After that, she blew me a kiss and left. I hoped to hang out with Anissa soon and continued where we left off.

Love ya, Anissa.

Copyright © 2013 by Gianni Shamari. Reproduction of the content, or any part of it, is prohibited without prior consent from Gianni Shamari. All Rights Reserved. If you wish to do this, please contact me with your request.

VN:F [1.9.22_1171]
Rating: 5.5/10 (2 votes cast)
VN:F [1.9.22_1171]
Rating: +1 (from 3 votes)
Busty Anissa, 5.5 out of 10 based on 2 ratings

Leave a Reply

You must be logged in to post a comment.