want me to pick you up at?” He tells me that he’s supposed to take public transportation, so he has to leave out of the building and act like he’s going to the bus stop. He tells me to meet him at the gas station-slash-convenience store across the street. “Alright,” I say, finally deciding to get out of bed. “See you at nine.”
“Aiight, bet. Let me go hop in the shower. See you when you get here.” We say our goodbyes, then disconnect.
At exactly nine I pull up into the convenience store-slash-gas station. I don’t see Jasper anywhere, so I back into a parking space, then shut the engine off. As soon as he hops in the car, he leans over and kisses me on the lips. “Damn, baby, you look good,” he says, buckling his seatbelt.
I smile. “You ain’t looking too bad, either.” He’s dressed in a pair of PRPS jeans—where he got them from is beyond me ’cause they definitely weren’t anything he asked me to bring him while he was at the assessment center—a blue and white striped Polo Jersey, and a crisp pair of white Air Force 1s. He has his Yankees fitted cocked to the side.
“Damn, you got my dick hard as hell; smelling all good ’n shit.” He grabs at his crotch. “I can’t wait to get up in that pussy.”
I shake my head, starting the engine, then pulling out of the lot. I make a left, heading toward downtown. We stop at several places where Jasper goes in, then comes right back out with an application. After the fourth spot he does the same thing. Goes inside, then a few minutes later comes out with another application in his hand. I decide to ask him why he isn’t filling them out there. Are you ready for his answer? This nigga tells me, “I ain’t beat. I wanna hurry up and get to a room so we can fuck. I’ll drop ’em back off the next time I get my pass.”
I take my eyes off the road, and stare at him like he’s fucking stupid. “Nigga, are you crazy? Why the hell would you do that? All it takes is ten minutes, if that, to fill out an application.”
“Yeah, and?”
“Don’t you need to get a job?” I ask, feeling myself getting annoyed. Shit, I have to wonder exactly where his head is. And I’m not talking about the one between them muscular thighs of his, either.
“I don’t need to get the shit today,” he snaps, frowning at me.
I shake my head, bringing my attention back to the road. “You know what. Do you.”
He reclines his seat back. “Yo, chill, baby. I got this. Let’s swing by this last spot over in Elizabeth, then hit up a motel.” He rattles off where we need to go. “I’m tired of all this ridin’ ’round ‘n shit, anyway. It’s time for you to ride up ’n down on this heavy-ass dick.” He unfastens his belt, then unzips his jeans and pulls his dick out of his blue Polo boxer briefs. I glance over at it. And, between you and me, it takes every bit of my strength not to swerve off the road and fuck him down in this car.
An hour and a half later, the moment we’ve both been waiting for is finally here. So here we are—me and Jasper—in a hotel room on Route 9; not too far from Aviation Plaza in Linden. Jasper is out of his clothes lying in the middle of the bed playing with his already hard dick. His long dick looks…bigger, thicker and wider, than I remember.
The curtains are drawn and I have candles lit around the tiny room. I’m trying to get the mood right. Make shit sexy, for the both of us. I’m standing here in the middle of the floor wearing a Frederick’s of Hollywood black, strappy lace teddy and a pair of red, four-inch stiletto mules, slowly gyrating my hips to Pleasure P’s “Lick, Lick, Lick.”
As I’m dancing, I peep my reflection in the mirror and smile. My body is banging. My small waist and abs are toned. My ass is big and bouncy; yet firm. Titties are full melons of joy. Even with clothes on, I have always been able to make a nigga’s neck snap trying to take it all in. Hell, I’ve seen a few niggas’ dicks sprout out in their pants without ever taking off my clothes. So, I already know what this little dance tease is doing to my man.
“Damn, girl, you rollin’ them hips,” he says, stroking his erection. “Turn ’round; let me see that ass bounce. I give him what he wants. Popping and dropping it down low for him, then making this ass clap. It’s crazy, though. All the years I’ve been with Jasper, I’ve always felt like I’ve known him. But today’s different. It feels like it’s the first time I’m being with him. And in some ways it is. As familiar as I am with him, he almost feels like a stranger to me. Despite all the visits and phone calls, four years is a long time to be apart from someone.
Now, after all this time, here my man is…in the flesh, hard, hot and horny.
I taunt him and myself, running my hands all over my body, allowing them to linger between my legs. I suck on my fingers, pinch on my nipples, then continue winding my hips. By the time the song finishes, the lyrics and watching Jasper play with his dick have me on fire. Whatever inhibitions or reservations I might have had earlier are long gone. The only thing on my mind now is getting my pussy stroked, deep and hard.
I slowly make my way over to the bed, standing at the foot of it. “C’mon, girl,” Jasper says, groaning. His cock is on rock and leaking with excitement. I lick my lips, getting up on the bed, then crawling my way between his legs. I take his dick in my hands, stroke it, then lick the slit. His precum is sticky and sweet. I moan. He moans. I lick his dick again. He moans again. “You like how I lick your dick?”
He gazes down at me. “Uhhh, yeah, baby…” I lick him again, then put my mouth over the head and lightly suck on it. I close my eyes and imagine that it’s a thick, long, chocolate candy bar. “Aaah, shit. Right there…Aaah, shit. Suck that dick. You like that shit don’t you?” I moan, continue my slurp session. “Aaah, fuck, baby…you miss Daddy’s dick? Damn, baby…aaah, shit!”
I pull his dick from out of my throat, tell him I can’t talk with my mouth full, then go back to wetting him up. I lift up his dick, slowly lap at his balls, then pull them into my mouth one at a time.
“Yeah, that’s it…Bury that pretty face with them balls…” Then, without thought, I fuck his head up, and mine, and do something I’ve never done to him before—I lick his ass. He flinches, then relaxes. I’m jerking him off with soft, gentle strokes while rimming him. “Oh, shit, damn…” I continue working him over until he starts grabbing at the sheets, then yelps.” Aaah… aaaah…aaaah…I’m ’bout to spit, baby. Stop…oh, shit…stop…”
I don’t. I keep on going, stroking and licking him faster until he shoots a thick stream of cum up in the air. His nut shoots over his head and hits the wall, underneath his chin and all over his chest. I’m so turned on by the amount of cum that has erupted from his dick that I greedily start licking it all up off of him, climbing up on him. We kiss passionately. Tell each other how much we’ve missed the other. Then he reaches up underneath me and slowly works his still hard dick in my sopping wet hole. It takes a minute and some extra maneuvering for it to finally get all in.
I moan as it stretches me. I forgot how good his big dick felt inside of me. He strokes me slowly and, after ten deep strokes, I feel an orgasm churning inside of me. “Oh, yes. Ooooh…oh, fuck…Oh, Jasper…uhhhh…” My pussy coats his dick with a bunch of cream as he continues thrusting his hips up into me. I gallop up and down on him, matching his rhythm.
I press my titties up in his face, offer him a nipple and he opens his mouth and suckles on it. In between his sucking, his says, “Damn, baby, I’ve missed this good-ass pussy.” I pull in my bottom lip and moan. And in one swift motion, Jasper lifts me up and flips me onto my back. He gazes at me, strokes my face; grinds himself into me. “I’ve missed the hell outta you, girl.”
“I’ve missed you, too.”
He kisses my face, my neck, then sucks all over my titties, alternately twirling his tongue around my nipples before lightly grazing them with his teeth. He slowly pulls his dick out of my dripping pussy and starts kissing down the center of my chest. Licks all over my stomach, then dips his tongue into my belly button. I spread my legs wider. Allow him to kiss the inside of my thighs, my knees, the back of my calves, then the balls of my feet. He licks them, then sucks one toe, then two toes, at a time. I moan. He reverses his kisses, going from my toes, to the balls of my feet, the back of my calves, then back to the insides of my thighs; he fingers me, causing my pussy to yelp and weep and beg for his lips, his mouth, his tongue, on my clit. And he delivers, knowing what I need, without missing a beat. “Oh, shit…yeah motherfucker! Eat Mommy’s pussy, baby…”
I grab him by the head with both hands, grip it like a basketball and grind against his tongue. He laps, and sucks, and gobbles up my pussy until I am nutting in his mouth. He swallows all of my juices. I can’t lie. Jasper has my head spinning. I’m spent, panting and clutching my chest, trying to catch my breath. But he’s not done. This nigga must be on Viagra or some shit ’cause he’s still hard and ready to fuck. He pulls me down to the edge of the bed. He squats, slipping his arms under my hips, then scoops me up. We kiss as he slides himself into my pussy. He squeezes my ass as I ride down on his dick. I clutch his dick with my pussy; milk him, and talk real dirty in his ear and it doesn’t take him long to bust his nut deep inside of me, filling me up with four years of locked away passion.
He holds me tight, shoving his tongue into my mouth. We kiss for a few seconds longer, before he puts me
