Cherise

At a little over 5ft 2, spotting an ever-smiling face, well-made cornrows, manicured nails, a curvy figure, thick short legs, a slight paunch (called fupa these days) and big 40DD bust, she preferred to call the gazongas; there was no way in hell of knowing Cherise was a leading music producer in Kuala Lumpur and earning in six figures at twenty-six.

Nowadays at 35, she owned a studio of her own and had a fleet of other producers and it really took a big fish to get her to burn time in the studio. She focused on signing mega deals with bigger international labels that boost her street cred and bring more limelight to her artists.

She never partied and was away from producing music, living in a plush condo fifteen minutes drive from Impala Studios, smoked shisha, drank cognac and fucked Cynthia, her bitch and live-in lover. Cynthia was 23, 6ft tall, with thin bony features, long legs, small boobs and a waif-like figure.

Although they associated in public as close friends, it was an open secret in the industry, that they were lovers. Not like Cherise could be bothered by what the wagging tongues had to say but it was Malaysia, they had to be careful.

One hot afternoon, sipping watermelon juice and mastering Da Krept’s latest album “Embargo”, she cut a very sad figure. She just couldn’t get it done. She had spent over FOUR hours on what would take her between 30 minutes to two hours to complete. She was frustrated.

Cynthia sailed by with lunch: smoked ribs, pizza, lamb chops and a bottle of Stella Artois. Dropping the plate carefully by her side and exiting, Cherise pulled her to herself and buried her face in her waist. She needed the love. Cynthia gently rubbed her head and ran her finger through her hair. The relief made Cherise look up and Cynthia covered her face with a kiss.

They kissed feverishly with Cynthia’s tongue probing the inner recesses of Cherise’s mouth, Cherise sucked on her tongue like a sweet lollipop and both of them struggled to get out of their clothes. Cynthia nuzzled her boobs and began to suck hungrily like a kid near starvation, Cherise lay flat on her back on her worktable, with her feet on the floor, mouth agape and nipples erect begging to be appeased.

Cynthia took one nipple in between the index and middle fingers and flicked occasionally while kissing, sucking, licking and flicking the other with her tongue and lips. Cherise moaned loudly, and drew Cynthia closer; her body was a flood of erotic fire. Cynthia brought her to a sitting position and expertly fingered her: with one finger caressing the insides of her pussy and the other rubbing her clitoris.

Apart from moans and shrieks, Cherise totally surrendered to Cynthia’s invasion. She creamed Cynthia’s fingers and began to speak gibberish. She was approaching climax but not like this. She preferred to come all over Cynthia’s face.

With what little self-control was left, Cherise willed herself up and looked Cynthia dead in the eye and then looked at the floor. Cherise kicked her chair away and Cynthia sunk to her knees, Cherise rode her face and grabbed her hair, willing to go deeper with her hands and her mouth.

As she got closer and closer to cumming, she grunted, she kicked her legs wider open and screamed “Skinny bitch, began muffing her.

After sanity had returned to them both, Cynthia asked if they could take this pleasure fever home and pick up from where they stopped.

Cherise laughed hysterically because it seemed that Cynthia had read her exact thoughts. Without saying a word, she reached out to Cynthia's hand and they walked out together, giggling.