Sapphic Tryst Ch 02

Welcome to this enchanting fantasy creation. In this fictional setting, any similarity to any person, place, or thing is completely coincidental. Every personification in this ethereal place is above the legal age of 18 years old and of sound mind. As fantasy, there may be scenarios that should not be replicated in the real world, without safe and enthusiastic consent.

(also, this is my 2nd submission to this story, please be considerate with your constructive criticism. Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoy it!)

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"I got your bitch." Typhanni said as she got up and walked to her room. 'Why am I even going over there? He has been ignoring me.' She thought as she grabbed her fluffy pink Dolls Kill weekender bag, which was already packed. Typhanni pulled some sweatpants out of her armoire and some slides out of her shoe closet. When she walked back into the living room, Marcellous was standing up.

Typhanni grabbed her keys and her phone from the coffee table. Then she attempted to hand her bag to him, but he let it fall to the floor. Her features were scrunched with irritation as she folded her arms and waited. Eventually, he picked the bag up from the floor after a few seconds went by.

"I'm just fucking with you. You know that, right?" Marcellous said as he opened the front door. Typhanni softened as she walked past him to the elevator and pressed the button.

"You play too much, nigga." she said as the elevator doors opened.

"You don't play enough. You need to lighten up some. Why so serious all the damn time?" he said as he pressed the button for the lobby.

"I do play sometimes. You jus..." Typhanni was interrupted by Marcellous' lips enveloping hers.

He pushed her back against the wall and pressed his dick into her belly. "I want you right now." he growled as they continued to kiss and rub against each other. The elevator chimed and the doors opened and a gasp from a stranger halted the makeout session. Marcellous grabbed her hand and led her out of the elevator past the strangers and into the lobby. Typhanni waved to the door woman as she and Marcellous exited the building.

He unlocked his car and opened the trunk to place her bag in. Typhanni got into the passenger seat. She was adjusting the seat as Marcellous got in and started his car. He pulled out of the parking spot as she adjusted the music to her liking.

"So what have you been up to?" Typhanni asked as she looked out of the window.

"You know me. Moving weight, scamming, my regular thug shit, baby. Why?" Marcellous said focused on the road.

"Because you haven't hit me up all week. You making me think you got another bitch on your line or some shit." Typhanni said.

"I promise you, you the only one I fuck with. I just have been working." Marcellous said, slightly annoyed.

"I can tell that I am annoying you, so I will fall back." Typhanni said defeated.

They both just listened to music for the remainder of the car ride. Once they arrived at the parking garage at Marcellous' place, Typhanni got out of the car and grabbed her bag out of the trunk. He locked his car and used his key fob to call the elevator. He nudged her playfully while the elevator came down. She thought 'I don't know why I am tripping. He was busy like he said.' as she smiled.

The elevator arrived, and they got on; Marcellous pressed the button for his floor. He smiled at her and quickly closed the space between them. He pinned her in the corner of the elevator. His lips found the sensitive spot on her neck, she moaned in his ear. She squirmed with pleasure as his teasing continued.

Typhanni made an attempt to push him away, but she began to quiver with excitement. The elevator chimed, they were on his floor. Marcellous led the way to his door, with Typhanni in toe. Once inside, he turned the smart lights on with his phone in the bedroom. Typhanni walked toward the light at the end of the hallway and she placed her bag on the chaise lounge at the foot of the bed.

Marcellous comes up behind her and with his hands around her waist, he bends her over onto the bed. Typhanni began to shake her ass and grind on his dick, which began to get hard again. He pulled her sweatpants off and she climbed onto the the black silk sheets and took off her shirt. He pulled his shirt off as he took his pants off at the same time.

"Damn, you are eager, aren't you. Pussy ain't goin' nowhere, baby." Typhanni said as she laid back on the bed with her curly afro spread out.

"If you could see what I see you would be eager too. Music?" Marcellous said as he climbed onto the bed.

"If you want to play something, I'm down." she said as she embraced him in a hug.

He grabbed his phone and began playing some trap music. 'Oh way to set the mood. I love this song.' she thought as he placed his phone back on the nightstand. He leaned in for a kiss, their full lips met with passion. With his fingers entwined in her hair, he pulled her head back and began to kiss her neck. She moaned in pleasure as the sensation radiated throughout her body. Slowly she began to grind her hips, rubbing her pussy on his dick through her panties. He snatched off her panties and threw them on the floor.

"Fuck girl ..." he said as he grabbed her legs and pushed them back toward her head.

Holding onto her calves, he aimed his dick at her moist opening and thrust. It missed and slid up and rubbed her clit, she moaned. He tried again and this time it went inside, they both let out a soft moan. Slowly he began stroking in and out of her wetness with his long thick dick.

"Oh, my fuck ... fucking god ... yes." She moaned as he bottomed out in her ocean.

Marcellous began to pick up the pace of his strokes, until he was pounding her shit in. He had her folded up just destroying her pussy, she loved every second of it.

"Choke me, daddy." she moaned.

He placed both of her ankles in his left hand and grabbed her throat with his right hand. Typhanni felt the pressure of his grip close her airway. She was in heaven, the pounding and choking were sending her over the edge. Her legs began shaking and he pounded harder and faster.

"Whose pussy is this?" he said as he relaxed his hand on her throat.

"Yours..." she moaned.

"Who, bitch?" he demanded.

"It is your pussy, daddy." she said as she melted.

Typhanni began to squirt and Marcellous pulled his dick out and began to slap and rub her clit with his dick. He shot his load on her phat pussy and collapsed on the bed beside her. They both fell fast asleep soon after.

*Buzz buzz buzz ... buzz buzz buzz ... buzz bu....*

Typhanni grabbed the phone off of the nightstand to stop it from ringing and accidentally answered it. It was a facetime call from "Wing Stop", there was another woman on the screen in lingerie.

"Who are you and where is Marcellous?" Wing Stop said indignant.

"Who am I? Who are you Wing Stop?" Typhanni said back.

"I am Jessica, his girl. Why are you answering my nigga phone, hoe?" Jessica said, still irritated.

"Apparently, you ain't who you think you are because he don't got your number saved under 'Jessica', bitch." Typhanni said angrily.

"Who are you talking to this early?" Marcellous said as he woke-up from the commotion.

Typhanni threw the phone at him, it hit him in the face, and said "Jessica nigga, or should I say Wing Stop. I knew you was on some bullshit nigga." She got up and pulled on her sweatpants and accidently grabbed his shirt and put it on.

"Bitch, don't fucking throw shit at my face. Who said you could touch my phone?" Marcellous said as he got up.

"Hello, I'm still here. Marcellous you better explain why I facetime you at 3am and this bitch answers your phone." Jessica said from the phone on the floor.

Marcellous picked up the phone and said, "Look I told you not to call me, I would call you. Now you got me caught up and I will hit you up later." and hung up the phone.

He approached Typhanni and she snatched away from him and tried to push past him, but he blocked her way.

"Move nigga, I'm going home." Typhanni said, trying to conceal the tears that threatened to flow from her eyes.

"No, we're gonna talk about this now." he said as he grabbed her shoulders and held her in place.

"What is there to talk about? You wasn't ignoring me because you wasn't working, you was laid up with a bitch, huh?" she said louder and with more anger.

"I Was working. Come on Typhanni, I didn't even have her number saved under her name. Your name is your name in my phone, I care about you, girl." he pleaded with her.

"No, the fuck you don't no let me the fuck go nigga." Typhanni yelled.

He tightened his grip on her shoulders and she reached up and punched him in the face, his lip began to bleed. Instinctually, he slapped her back, and that began the fight. She kicked him in the leg, he pushed her into a wall. She went to punch him again, but he grabbed her hand and used it to slap her face. He began choking her out and she bit his arm. He let her go and she grabbed her bag and ran out of his room towards his door.

He was right behind her as she tried to unlock the front door. He grabbed her by the waist, pulled her onto the couch, and pinned her down.

"Listen to me, please." he pleaded with her.

"I ain't listening to shit nigga." she said as she got her hand free from his grasp. She grabbed the mace she kept on the side of her bag and sprayed it in his face. In a blur of coughing and punching, Marcellous let go and fell back onto the floor.

"You fucking bitch! I ma kill your ass." He screamed.

Typhanni caught some of the mace-spray in her face due to the close proximity. She crawled into his kitchen and opened the fridge. After she poured milk in her face the burning stopped and she was able to grab her bag and run out the door. Once in the lobby of his apartment building, covered in milk, she asked the doorman to call her an uber. The doorman looked puzzled, but quickly called for a car.

In five minutes her uber was outside and she was on her way home. When she arrived at her building, she told her doorwoman to not let Marcellous up to her apartment and to black-list him. The doorwoman looked at Typhanni's disheveled state and typed it into the system. Typhanni called the elevator and checked her phone, she had 10 missed calls, all from him.

'I am not responding to his fucking ass. Not only was he fucking around, he had the audacity to put his fucking hands on me again. He promised me the last time that he wouldn't do any of those things to me again. ... but here I am in the elevator in this nigga's shirt, full of his cum, covered in milk, and beat up. ... What the fuck is wrong with me?' Typhanni thought as she made her way back to her apartment.

Once she got the door open she bee-lined to her room. She tossed her bag in the corner near her closet, where she got a glimpse of herself in the mirror on the wall. Looking back at her she saw a woman with damp hair wet with milk, a bruised cheek, and a handprint on her neck. 'Well so there's that ...' Typhanni thought as the gravity of the night's events finally weighed on her. 'It's over for real this time. If I go back after what happened, then I'm really dumb for real, for real. ... Bitch you are dumb, this wasn't his first time doing this shit to you and he didn't hit you up in a week before today.' she wrestled with her thoughts as she removed her pants and shoes. As she was lifting the shirt over her head she inhaled his scent, and her body betrayed her, exquisite quivers shot through her.

'What the fuck bitch, I just got some dick, got my feelings hurt and my ass tagged and yo ass want some more.' Typhanni thought as her body became aroused once more. Soft pattering filled the halfway as she made her way to collect a towel and her bath caddy from the linen closet. Once in the bathroom she placed her towel in the warmer and her caddy on the wooden stool near the tub. Typhanni turned on the faucet to the bath. As it filled she added her bergamot and rosemary scented liquid to the water, filling the room with the warm fragrance.

After the foamy suds rose to her desired level, she ceased the flow and slowly submerged herself in the warm embrace of the bath. Now the mentally arduous task of washing her hair was in front of her. She dipped her head beneath the water to saturate it. Once she was upright again, she filled her palm with the golden shampoo and began to massage it into her scalp and tresses. After her hair was lathered, she collected her small porcelain pitcher and rinsed her hair. As the water cascaded down her back, her mind began to settle.