I slip into a faded denim skirt, then put on a denim jacket over a tangerine camisole. I fasten the last four buttons on the jacket, leaving the first two undone—showing off my ample cleavage. I slide my feet into a pair of orange Gucci stilettos, grab my hobo bag and keys, then head downstairs for the door. Just as I’m about to turn the knob to walk out, the house phone rings. Instead of ignoring it, I turn around and head to the kitchen to check the wall phone’s caller ID to see who’s calling. As luck would have it, it’s Jasper.
“Helllllooo,” I answer, trying to sound half asleep.
“Yo, baby,” he says over the noise in the background. “Sounds like you were sleepin’.”
“I was,” I lie, sitting my bag on top of the counter.
“What you doin’ home so early, anyway?”
“I wasn’t feeling well.”
“Damn, what’s wrong?”
“Cramps,” I say, shocked at how quickly the lies roll off my tongue. In all the years Jasper and I have been together, I’ve never felt the need to lie to him about anything—until now. I glance at my watch. It’s already a quarter to eight. “And I have a terrible headache.”
“Damn, baby. What’d you eat today?”
“I had a tuna salad earlier.” He asks if I think that might have made me sick. I tell him no. Tell him my period is about to come on. That I feel achy all over.
“See, baby, that’s why I gotta hurry up and get the fuck home. You need Daddy there to take care of you.”
“Awwww, I know. I wish you were here now. I need my back rubbed.”
“Baby, ya man’s ’bout to rub a whole lot more than that.”
“I can’t wait.” I let out a low groan, glancing at my watch.
“Listen, baby…I’ma let you get back to sleep, aiight?”
“Okay. Are you okay?”
“Oh, no doubt. I’m good, baby—real good. I’ma go on back and beat this hard-ass dick.”
“You so nasty,” I say, chuckling.
“Yeah, I’m nasty for you. I want some pussy.”
“And this pussy wants you,” I say, moaning. Talking to Jasper, hearing his voice, has only escalated my horniness, and has made me that more eager to rush over to the Marriott to get this pussy sucked and licked on— and, yes, gobble down on some cock.
“Getting home to you, and getting up in that pussy—making love to my baby—is all I think about, feel me? You got ya man sprung.”
OhmyGod, what he says pulls at my heart.
“Jasper, baby, you coming home is all I think about as well. It’s almost over.”
“No doubt, baby. Look, go on back to sleep. Feel better. I’ll hit you up in the mornin’, aiight?”
“Okay, thanks. I love you.”
“I love you, too—for
By the time I pull up into the hotel parking lot, it’s already eight-thirty. I see Mister Seven’s truck as he flashes his lights. I pull up beside him and park. We both get out of our rides at the same time.
“Hey, what’s good, beautiful? For a minute there, I thought you was gonna stand a brotha up.”
“Never that,” I say without thinking. “Umm…I meant…definitely not. I got caught up in something that I had to handle first.”
“Oh, I feel you,” he says, handing me the room key. “Everything aiight?”
I nod. “Couldn’t be better. I hope you have a lot of energy stored up ’cause I am horny as hell tonight,” I warn him.
“No doubt, baby. This dick is fully loaded and ready for you.”
I smile. “See you upstairs.” I walk off, popping my hips toward the hotel entrance.
As before, the minute he steps into the room, I attack him. Tugging at his belt, then yanking his jeans down to his ankles. I massage his meaty dick over his white Calvin Klein boxer briefs. Suck him over the fabric until he thickens.
He grabs me by the head. “Damn, baby. You know how to make this dick feel good. You don’t even have my dick in your mouth yet and you already got me wanting to bust. Shit, girl. You can get a nigga in trouble.”
I remove my mouth from his growing bulge, replacing it with my hand. I knead his dick in his underwear, glancing up at him, grinning and eyeing him all sexy-like. “Baby, I’m not here to get you in trouble. I’m here to make you feel good, and get that nut out of this fat-ass dick.”
“You got me hornier than a muhfucka. I wanna put this dick up in you tonight. You gonna let a nigga make love to you?”
I keep my hand locked on his cock, stroking him as I stand up. I gaze into his eyes. “I can’t. But we can sixty-nine all night and you can fuck my throat as deep as you want.”
He stares at me. I can tell this nigga digs me. And truth be told, I don’t blame him. But it’s not me—the woman, he is feeling. It’s this throat and tongue he’s enthralled with. He pulls me into him, grabs and squeezes my ass, then catches me totally off guard by leaning down and kissing me. At first a quick peck, then it becomes a lingering kiss with all lips, then evolves into a passionate tongue-probing kiss. And the fucked-up thing is, I don’t resist, don’t pull away, don’t do shit to keep this from turning into more than what it’s supposed to. Kissing has always been off limits. It’s too personal, for me. Well, okay, it isn’t any more personal than sucking a nigga’s dick, and then swallowing his load.
I finally pull back, placing my hand up against his hard chest. “We better stop before this ends up somewhere else. So let’s stick to the script and let me suck on this dick. That’s what you’re here for, right?”
“Most definitely, baby. But, I can’t get ya sexy ass out of my head. I’ll be with my girl ’n shit, got my dick all up in her and you start popping up in my head. Those lips, the way your twirl your tongue around my dick, the way you suck my balls—I can see all that shit. I close my eyes, fucking my girl, and see you down on your knees handling this dick.”
It’s never my intention to have any of these niggas I suck get caught up, which is why I only suck them a limited number of times, but there’s something different about this nigga here that has me thinking that…just maybe, I could become his personal dick sucker with no strings attached. OhmyGod, what the fuck am I thinking? My man is too close to coming home for me to be thinking about some crazy ass shit like this.
I drop back down on my knees, pulling his dick and balls out over the waistband of his underwear. I kiss the head of it, then tenderly lap at his balls before taking him into my warm mouth, sucking him like a lollipop. Inch by inch, I swallow him down into my throat until I have every inch of him down.
Less than a minute later, his nut gushes out, splattering all over my face and down on my hands. I continue stroking him until the last drop of his nut oozes out. I run my fingertip over the slit of his dick, smearing his nut into his skin, then take him back into my mouth and suck him all over again. He moans, clearly at the brink of losing his mind. I got the nigga on the verge of collapsing. He knows I know this, so he snatches me up and carries me over to the bed on wobbly legs, trying to buy himself some time to recover.
I grin. “I see this wet throat got you stumbling.”
“Oh, you think that shit’s funny, huh?”
“Yep,” I tease, licking my lips.
“Oh, aiight, get ya laugh on, baby. The tables are about to turn. So let’s see how funny you think shit is now.” He tells me to lift my hips. I do. He removes my skirt, tossing it into the corner of the room. I get ready to remove my laced Vickies, but he stops me. Tells me he wants to eat my pussy over them, first. And I am more than fine with him wetting my pussy up over my panties. He buries his head in between my thighs, starts licking the center of my pussy, then begins sucking it until the thin fabric of my panties are drenched. I let out a moan, palming his head with one hand and pinching my right nipple over my shirt with the other. I wrap my leg around the back of his neck, pulling him deeper into me.
“Yeah, that’s right, tease my pussy, nigga. Wet my panties up…” The nigga doesn’t even have his tongue in
