THE ART OF THE DEAL: 13 ½ Inches Of Manhood

By The Author Mr. De

HOT SIZZLING SEXUAL SATISFACTION

Who would have thought a super fine black solider, a stunning rich black doctor, his

wife, and her friend could get caught up in a steamy, dominant, sexual romance that

would later blow up like a dynamite.

Sexual Desires Unleashed!

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Go To Publish
• Release date: Mar 17, 2021
• ISBN: 9781647493493

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The Art of The Deal

Copyright © 2021 by The Author Mr. De

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It was 12 July early morning, 6:00 a.m., to be exact when I noticed a stunning hunk of a man arriving at a residence just across the street from me. I could hardly believe my eyes. A city cab driver was assisting him with his luggage as the gentleman stood there in an erect stance of military dominance. He counted out his fare and handed it to the driver. I was up early because I was unable to sleep for whatever reason. In some way, it really paid off. I was nothing less than mesmerized by the sight of such a fine human specimen. I was captivated in a trance while watching this man, as I peeped through the curtain. I tried reasoning in my mind, while totally captivated with amazement, How could any man be so perfectly built and adorned with so much sex appeal? In my estimation, he had to be at least six feet four with bulging muscles so defined you would have thought he was chiseled out of a rock. In fact, you would have thought he spent every passing moment working out in a gym with a very rigorous routine. He definitely had the body to prove it.

Interesting enough, it was challenging to believe what I was witnessing. Just by the mere fact I was only doing my morning routine, and lo and behold, I was able to capture quite vividly in my mind the most spectacular sight any woman would want to greet her so early in the morning. Believe me when I tell you words are not adequate for me to describe this most mind-blowing sight. All I could say was, Damn! Who is that nigga? I mean shit, I had to do a double, nawl, a triple look, totally in disbelief. I’m standing here at the window thinking, Who in the hell is this man? I was completely frozen in place as I watched every movement he made while gathering his luggage and other items just after the cab had driven away. Everything about this man was a damn phenomenon! His hair was mid-shoulder dreads. I could even see that his teeth were pearly white as he talked and laughed with the cab driver before he left. I began to wonder if he knew someone was watching him. He took a moment to place his luggage on the porch and turned slowly around facing the street where he began stretching in a horizontal stance, slowly inhaling and exhaling each breath. Taking his time to slowly bend over to touch his toes in a back and forth motion. Once he stood back in an upright position, he began flexing his arm muscles, and taking a few sitting squats. It was as if he was purposely putting on a show for whoever was watching.

Although 6:00 a.m. is early for most people, it was my daily routine to get up this time of morning and start my day. I could tell he was used to being up early as well. As I looked closer, I could see he had luggage that indicated he was a US Navy Serviceman. This would also explain his desire to maintain an exercise regimen to maintain his early morning energy boost.

I could see clearly, the driver insisted on helping this hunk of a man with his luggage; however, the man, who would later introduce himself to me as Styles, very kindly resisted. Soon after the cab driver left the residence, Styles began to place each item meticulously on the porch in a militarized formation. Once the last item was place on the porch. Styles began an exercise routine that would blow you away. It was as if he was engaged in a sexual suggestive stripping body posturing. I could not believe what I was seeing. After a brief moment of intense stretching and routines, he removed his shirt and I was like, damn this black ass man is fucking sexy as hell! It was like I was watching some Rated X kind of shit! I could not move! In fact, I did not move. As he continued to get more intense with his routines, I could see his large powerful muscles flexing like a tube filled with air expanding, as the workout grew more intense.

I was ecstatic at what I was witnessing. But I damn sho was not complaining. I could feel my own body begin to respond to what I was watching from across the street. I was in disbelief. My nipples were hard, my pussy was wet, and my hormones were running like a cross-country marathon sprinter. The next thing I knew, I was standing at the window touching and caressing myself as I watched that fine-ass man work that body, and damn was he doing a helluva job at it too! I was lonely because my husband was out of town attending a conference. So hell, what’s a girl to do? I got so heated watching this guy I found myself rubbing and squeezing more and more as my body was responding to observing an early morning male spectacular just across the street. I could not believe I was standing there at the window half-naked with the curtains pulled back so far that he was able to get a glimpse of my actions. When I opened my eyes, he was watching me and smiling at the same time. I am not too sure how long he was watching or what he had seen for that matter because I damn sho got carried away.

After he observed my actions from across the street, he began to turn up the antics and put on a performance like you would not believe. I’m telling you it was like watching a hot sex scene from the hottest, most intense porn you have ever seen. I was embarrassed after realizing he saw what I was doing. I guess now, he feels like he had an audience, and that he must perform and put on a show as if there is no tomorrow. He put it all the way down! I believe he felt like he had control of the situation and that he must seize the moment to make me respond to him without hesitation. It was like, this is a damn drug, and I’m hooked! He would now take this opportunity to make my panties wet. While bending over during his exercise routine, he conscientiously spread his powerful legs eagle. He arched his ass firmly and bolstered his upper torso. I had gotten so damn hot I had to fan like a hippy in the Sahara Desert. The same thought played over, and over in my mind, Who in the fuck is this stallion? I mean, damn, I’m fucking standing at the window fucking myself while watching this man fuck me up completely.

I quickly picked up a magazine and began to fan slightly as I stood gazing at him. Of course decided he would add a few seductive moves since he had a private audience. He slowly placed the garment bag upon the brick column that was in close proximity porch. He also placed the suitcase nearby.

Now you can only imagine, with his hands free to move about, this fine ass nigga had the nerve to extend his legs as far apart as possible, with his hands extended vertically beyond his head. He stretched slowly and seductively. He slowly turns his perfectly sculptured body from side to side. He chose to bend forward with his perfectly shaped ass poised for the eyes of his private onlooker. You think my big pussy was wet initially. By now, it is dripping like a faucet. Still fanning and dripping pussy juice, I was not about to terminate this early morning unexpected spectacular view. After all, I had not experienced this kind of mental stimulation in years. He continued to seductively shift his masculine body in such a way that would only intensify my urge to have this man wrap those strong arms around me and hopefully feel that dick inside of me. I couldn’t help but try to imagine what it would be like to experience a heated sexual encounter with this big black stallion who just happened to show up out of nowhere. By now, my tits were hard, my crotch was wet, and my mind was racing erratically. I was yet fanning trying and trying hard to control the urge of visual and mental seduction.

I just know that through his peripheral vision, he could see he still had a private audience. After a while, he had taken his suitcase inside, along with his clothes bag. Shortly afterwards, he returned outside with his briefcase and a couple of other items. He took this moment to stretch his body in ways any woman would absolutely be overwhelmed with thoughts of sexual excitement. I cannot stress how mesmerized and glued to my position at the window I was; not even a construction crane could move me in the wake of an emergency. I had locked every instance of his erotic behavior in my mind after noticing this hunk of a man flexing his powerful arms and working his muscles.

One of the most memorable movements he made was when he slowly placed his hands on his waist and began to move slowly in a circular motion that absolutely set my hormones on fire. I can tell you unequivocally, my pussy was on fire! I actually thought about calling the fire department to extinguish this blaze. I actually stood there at the window and watched him as he was getting ready to proceed with a routine of squats that are perfect for tightening the ass muscles. Each time he would squat, his ass would stick out in a perfect sculpted bubble. It was no accident he had his ass turned so that it was perfectly situated directly in my face. It was a shot of coveted perfection! I thought to myself, this black king has fucked my completely up! Call the law! I mean call the damn law now! Whew!

I thought many things at this point. I thought about how inappropriate for me to be at the window the first place knowing I have a wonderful hardworking husband. I thought about could this be considered a moment of desperation! I even considered this to be a damn joke for an intelligent woman such as myself being caught up in this type of behavior. I had to laugh at times! However, that would soon fade away after he continued to tease me with his erotic sexy body motions. After a few routine squats, he decided to turn toward me with his long legs opened and inviting my eyes into the center of his crouch each time he would bend to squat.

Only this time, his massive man tools were boldly facing me as to say, Here it is! Come and get it. As he gazed his eyes toward the window where he knew he had a personal onlooker who was seemingly in a trance. He could tell I was melting in mental stimulation that was causing my mental faculties to become unglued. It was definitely clear this man was no amateur at dealing with women. He was well aware of his ability to impress women with his looks, body, charm, and sagacity. He was well-aware that he could be sexy and shrewd at the same time. I am pretty damn sure he would often play the women like a fiddle to get his way. He was indeed, a smooth operator. It was obvious when it comes to slanging dick, Mr. Man has the master plan.

He could sense that I would have loved to get a view of the actual male gift that he possessed between his legs. My eyes would not blink during the time I observed him lowering his body in the squat position. I managed to place my face firmly against the window in exhaustion from the intense morning unexpected workout I had just experienced. I think it would be safe to assert that I was thinking that this man had everything a woman would desire in a man. By now, he stood straight up and inhaled the fresh morning air. He began to breathe slowly as he relaxed after his morning workout. I can truly say for the first time in a few years, it is good to be home.

While standing, he grabbed his big massive dick and began to slowly stroke it in a slow vertical sexual motion. He turned slightly toward my home to get a quick peek at me, but I acted as though I was not interested in watching him. I was essentially trying to maintain whatever dignity I had, sense I was definitely struck with this big beau of a man. He was a very confident man. To say that I enjoyed watching his every move was clearly an understatement! He would just turn and wink at me and extended a smile. After all, Styles is a soldier in the US Military; he was trained to use his all senses in order to be aware of his surroundings. With time passing, he reached down and grabbed his briefcase and other items and went inside.

It wasn’t ten minutes when he resurfaced wearing a pair of black athletic super tight spandex shorts with a black tight-fitting wife beater tee shirt. You could imagine I was now in a hormonal rage. He continued to maximize his workout routine by commencing a vigorous brief workout until his body was dripping with beads of sweat. His long black dreads were held in place with a black headband designed to catch sweat. You could see that the once clean, dry wife beater tee-shirt was now drenched in sweat. The obvious sight was the bulge between his legs, which was by all account a behemoth moving freely because he wasn’t wearing any drawers.

Damn! This man has to know that his body is simply an amazing sculptured art form. Damn! Was he made, created, ordered, or what? I have never witnessed a man so perfectly built. He is absolutely incredible! Any woman would lose their mind for a man like this! It’s clear that he has more than just a body. Just through an initial observation, I could tell that he is a successful and responsible man. Damn! I’m thinking about this man and reasoning in my mind as though I’m not even married. But I have to be honest with myself; it is what it is! I see what I see, and it don’t hurt to see. In fact, a little looking here and there ain’t never hurt nobody! I mean, a woman can fanaticize over another man without having to fuck him. If we are honest, we do it all the time. We just don’t say anything about it. I mean, who can read our minds? Who knows our thoughts? Who can feel our energy and desires?

I’ve stood at my window and witnessed a sexual revolution in my mind from what I’m used to. I’m just thinking about it all. A gorgeous black man, with an incredible body, sagacious with charisma, and has the front tools to satisfy any woman. Wow! I mean, it’s like is this creature of a man even real? I just