Deep Throat Diva

“Yeah, I wanted to let you know that I ain’t forget about tracking that nigga down for you.”

“Oh, girl, don’t even worry about that. Like I told Felecia, let that shit go. The nigga can’t block my flow. I’m still standing, still making moves, so fuck his bitch-ass.”

“Oh, I know that’s right. But, still…that disrespectful nigga needs to be handled for how he came at you. I got my goonies on alert. And when we figure out who the fuck he is, and where he rest at, he’s gonna get got.”

“Listen, chile. Don’t. Just leave it alone, please. I don’t want you or anyone else getting caught up in shit that ain’t that serious. I appreciate you having my back, though. But please, drop it…”

“Are you sure?” she asks.

“Yes, very. It’s done and over with.”

“Well, okay, then. It’s dropped—for now. But, if the nigga comes through again…”

“Then his ass is gonna get lit the fuck up,” I finish for her.

“That’s right. We gonna pop that ass like a firecracker. Oh, wait…Day’Asia, get yo’ sneaky ass back up them goddamn steps fo’ I beat the dust off ya black ass,” she snaps in my ear, talking to her fourteen-year-old daughter who is almost as wild as she is. “I don’t give a shit what that nigga said, I said take yo’ ass…Bitch, did you hear what I said…girl, I gotta go, this little nappy-headed heifer tryna raise up on me like her pussy’s bigger than mine…”

“Go…” the line went dead. I sigh, looking up from my desk. Felecia is standing in the doorway, leaning up against the frame with her arms folded.

She tilts her head. “Is there something going on?”

“Not at all,” I say, matching her stare. “Why you ask that?”

She shrugs. “I don’t know; something doesn’t seem right. Too much strange shit’s been poppin’ off all at once. That one nigga callin’ here back to back, then another nigga comin’ up in here wit’ dumb shit…” she pauses. Takes me in for a few seconds, then adds, “But I tell you what. I’ma leave it alone.” She turns on her heels and walks off toward the front of the shop, leaving me sitting here feeling like the walls are closing in on me.

FIFTEEN

The minute I log online, IM screens start popping up. Some of the screen names I’m familiar with; some I’m not. Most of them I ignore. Others I give very brief replies to, then click out of. I grin, shaking my head, when a screen comes up for Mr. Seven-And-A-Half.

THICKSEVEN-AND-A-HALF4U: Hey, Beautiful. How u?

DEEPTHROATDIVA: Hey 2 u 2. I’m doing well, thanks. And u?

THICKSEVEN-AND-A-HALF4U: Horny

DEEPTHROATDIVA: LMBAO. Why I think u stay horny?

THICKSEVEN-AND-A-HALF4U: LOL. No doubt

DEEPTHROATDIVA: where’s wifey?

THICKSEVEN-AND-A-HALF4U: OOT

DEEPTHROATDIVA: OOT? What’s that?

THICKSEVEN-AND-A-HALF4U: Out of town

DEEPTHROATDIVA: Oh

THICKSEVEN-AND-A-HALF4U: U busy?

DEEPTHROATDIVA: not really. Why?

THICKSEVEN-AND-A-HALF4U: I wanna c u. U down?

DEEPTHROATDIVA: I am. But

I take a deep sigh. Try to decide if seeing him is really a good idea. I swear this nigga is fine as hell, but damn it…I’ve sucked him twice, already. So technically, I could go another round with him since three rounds is my max. Lord knows his dick is… tasty! No, fucking delicious is more like it. Mmmph. And those heavy-ass balls of his are delightful. Another round for the road won’t hurt. Will it? Bitch, leave this shit alone. Tell him no.

THICKSEVEN-AND-A-HALF4U: But?

DEEPTHROATDIVA: I don’t want u getting strung out

THICKSEVEN-AND-A-HALF4U: 2 late!

DEEPTHROATDIVA: Poor u! Let me find out u a nut on the loose

THICKSEVEN-AND-A-HALF4U: LOL. Never that, baby. Ur screen name gets my dick hard

DEEPTHROATDIVA: So u want me 2 suck that shit for u?

THICKSEVEN-AND-A-HALF4U: All night!

Instead of taking heed to the voice in my head, telling me to dead this—now, I start to rationalize my thinking. If I throat him this last time, I can get this out of my system—now, instead of posting another ad.

Besides, this nigga does have some good dick. And that nut…oh Lord…yes, I let him bust in my mouth, and I swallowed him. And it was good to the last damn drop! It had been so long since I actually ate a nut out of a dick. But he had earned that extra treat. The way he ate my pussy the last time I was with him, he was the first nigga I actually contemplated giving some pussy to. Thank God I’m grounded. Otherwise I would have been bouncing up and down on his cock with no thought or regard for Jasper or my promise to him. I know in my heart what I need to do, what I’m supposed to do. But the freak in me overturns any rational decision of doing what’s right. I take in a deep breath as I type.

DEEPTHROATDIVA: When and where?

THICKSEVEN-AND-A-HALF4U: Same spot. 8?

DEEPTHROATDIVA: Cool. C U then!

THICKSEVEN-AND-A-HALF4U: Bet

I close out the screen, then begin opening emails. There are several emails from niggas responding to last week’s ad posting. Most of them I delete. A few I read. Hello. I can definitely use some nice slow, wet head. I’m actually looking for someone to cum over and lick my girlfriend’s pussy juice off my cock. I fucked her this morning and still smell of her, and assume taste of her, too. 6 feet, 180, and seven cut here. I can host.

I frown. What the fuck?! Delete.

I move on to the next email. You: Just what I need! Me: 5ft10in 32years old brown hair/blue eyes, 180 lbs white guy with a lady back home but a hard dick here in need of some no-strings dick sucking. Always wanted to try a sexy, black woman.

I delete as I glance at the clock over on the nightstand. It reads: 6:23 P.M. I make a mental note to log off in another ten minutes so I can get ready to wet down Mr. Seven-And-A-Half’s dick. I decide to open two more emails, then delete the other eight.

Hello. Can you handle a cock over 8 inches? It’s pretty thick, too. Nice guy with a big cock looking for head. And if we click, I’ll eat your pussy and ass, or fuck you good. Prefer sweet, wet, hairy pussy.

I sigh, realizing stupid is what stupid does. And a lot of these motherfuckers are about as stupid as they come. I type: Hello, 8 inches? Baby, that’s a snack for a deep throat diva like me. What are your stats? Pic of the cock, please.

I open the next email. Hello. Are you still looking for a dick to suck? I’m always looking for a warm, wet mouth. Would love to get sucked off tonight and feed you a sweet load of cum. Mutual oral is cool, too. Love eating black pussy. 42, five-nine, one-ninety; 7 cut med-thick and meaty full balls that like to get worked over. Let me know if you’re still looking and interested. Thanks!

I delete, then log off. I remove my clothes, tossing them on the bed before walking into the bathroom to take a quick shower. I quickly shower, wrap myself in a plush towel, then oil my body with Vaseline Cocoa Butter. I stand in front of my mirror, gliding my hands over my body. My skin is smooth and silky. I allow my hands to wander over my firm breasts, over my flat stomach, then back up to my breasts, lightly pinching my nipples. They are the size of gumdrops; erect and eager for a tongue swirling over them, hungry for a mouth to devour them.