I laugh. “No, baby, I’m a grown woman. I don’t scare easy.”
“Don’t start talking too fast. I don’t wanna have you running from me.”
“And I don’t run easy. You got me confused, big daddy.”
“Oh, yeah…is that so? So, what you getting into tonight?”
“The question is: What do I
“Oh, it’s like that? I can dig it. So tell me, then. What do you want in you tonight?”
“A stiff dick,” I say, getting right down to business. I have no time to waste going around in circles. Either you want to fuck or you don’t. “Can you handle that?”
“Oh, word? That’s what it is. You think you ready for me?”
“Neeegro,” I say, laughing. “I was born ready.”
“Yeah, right,” he replies, laughing with me. “I betcha can’t take no dick.”
“Think what you like, baby. You’ll have to get up a little earlier to get me to fall into that mind trap. Not gonna happen. Make no mistake, I’m skilled at what I do,” I tell him, veering off onto Route 280 west. “You can savor on that for a minute, then decide in what area you believe I’m talking about.”
“Yeah, okay,” he responds. “So when you tryna get this stiff dick?”
“Tonight,” I answer, smiling to myself. For some reason, tonight I’m in the mood to role play. I want to pretend I am having an anonymous pump and dump session with a thick, chocolate dick. I want this faceless man to walk in and find me naked on my bed, on my knees, face down, all wet and ready. There’ll be no words exchanged. In my fantasy, he comes in, drops his pants, rubs his dick up and down the crack of my ass, then slides it into my hot hole and fucks me. He pounds and pumps away until he dumps his thick load of cum deep inside me. Then he gets up, zips up, and leaves me with his nut dripping out of my aching pussy without me ever seeing his face. But in reality, he will pull his dick out of me, remove his condom and toss it on the side of the bed next to me, then walk out.
I tell Nelson this, and it gets quiet on the other end. For a moment, I think he’s hung up on me. “Hello, you still there?”
“Yeah, I’m still here. I’m taking it all in ’cause you really fucked me up with that. Whew! I ain’t never heard no shit like that before. I see you a real freak.”
I grin, imagining him squeezing and pulling at his dick. “You got a problem with that?” I ask coyly.
“Nah, baby. Not at all.” He pauses, I’m sure to think over what I have said. I allow him his moment. “So, let me get this straight,” he says, making sure he has heard me clearly. “You want me to walk up in your spot and take the pussy from the back without saying shit to you, then bounce.”
“Exactly.”
He chuckles. “Damn, you’re really something else.”
“And there’ll be a face mask on the glass table next to the door for you to put on. Now tell me. Exactly how much dick you holding?”
He laughs. “Eight and three quarter inches.”
“Is it thick?”
“Most definitely,” he states.
“Mmmm,” I moan softly. “And are these
“I’m real with mine, baby.”
“We’ll see,” I say, speeding past a confused-assed driver who seems to enjoy riding the brakes. I hate that shit!
“Are you cut? And do you know how to use it?”
“No doubt.”
“To which question?”
“Both,” he says, laughing again. “Damn you ask a lot of questions. Are you taking a survey or something?”
“That’s right, I ask questions. Inquiring minds want to know. And if a man can’t answer them honestly, then I ain’t beat to fuck with him. So if you can’t get with that, then you can’t get any of this tight pussy. You dig?”
“I can dig it,” he quickly says. “Ask all the questions you want, baby.”
“Good. So…are you down with role-playing with me or what?”
“Yeah, it’s all good. So that pussy’s tight, huh?”
“Yep; clamps around a cock like a vise.”
“Oh word? What time you want me to come through?”
“At exactly nine-thirty. Not, nine-thirty-one; not nine-forty. Nine-thirty on the dot. If not, then forget about coming. I’m not the kind of chick who waits on a man or his dick, so if you can’t be on time, then let me know now.”
“Nah, nine-thirty is cool. Let me know where you rest at.”
After I give him further instructions, and the directions, I hang up.
On the rest of my ride home, I anticipate tonight’s adventure. The whole idea of role-playing causes me to twitch in my seat and my pussy to overheat. As I stop at another light, I start to fantasize about being gang banged; screwed every which way until my hot cunt is sore and tore open. Until my asshole aches and burns. Until my lips are chafed, jaws locked, and my throat is raw and overflowing with cum. Yes, I am being driven and ridden like the Orient Express. I find myself going from one extreme to the other. Then my fantasy turns to having a man on his knees with his dick and balls hanging, and I have his dick in my hand stroking it while I’m licking the crack of his ass. Not that I’d really do it, ’cause some men don’t know how to wipe their asses right. But at this very moment, my overactive imagination takes me there. I close my eyes, bringing the act into clear view. There’s something about licking a man’s ass from the back while stroking his dick that gets me off every time.
A blue Acura in back of me blows its horn, snapping me away from my thoughts. I speed off, visualizing myself walking up to a complete stranger (well, hell, I do that now). Anyway, I walk up to him and beg him to let me suck his sweet, black dick. When he says I can, I grab him by the crotch, rubbing and kneading the front of his pants, feeling him stiffen. Then I drop to my knees, unzip his pants with my teeth, and pull out his dick, sucking and licking and kissing all over it right in the middle of Times Square while other men surround us, pulling their dicks out and jerking off, watching and lusting, for a feel of this deep, pulsating throat. And as I’m gulping down my stranger’s dick and swallowing his thick nut, they all cum in unison, spraying their man cream all over the sidewalk. I get up off my knees and strut off, swinging my hips and licking my lips, with a beautiful smile on my face.
The sound of my ringing cell startles me and snatches me from my series of fantasies.
“Hello,” I say into the receiver.
“Hey, beautiful, how’s my favorite sis doing?”
The voice has me grinning from ear to ear. It’s my oldest brother, Terrance, calling from San Diego. Terrance is an eighteen-year veteran with the San Diego Police Department. He’s forty-one, married, and has three children. “Fool, I’m your only sis,” I say, laughing.
“Well, I’m glad you realize that. I was starting to wonder if I even had a sister. Now why haven’t we heard from you?”
Oh my God. I realized it’s been over a month since I’ve spoken to him. I’ve been so busy with work and getting my back knocked out that I’ve completely forgotten to reach out to him. Of all my brothers, I’m the closest to him. To me, Terrance is—next to my father—the epitome of what a man should be. He is hard-working, compassionate, and deeply devoted to his wife and children. Interestingly, they say a woman can always tell how a man will treat her by watching how he treats his mother and sisters. Well, I agree that may be the case to some extent. However, that doesn’t always mean shit. My six brothers all treat me and my mother like queens and will do anything in the world for us. But when it comes to women in the streets, three of ’em (Tyrell, Lamont, and Trent) treat women any kind of way, cursing them out, putting them out on the highway, sleeping with their friends, doing all types of crazy shit to ’em. And these dumb chicks come back for more. Humph.
Then there are Terrance and Tyler, who are happily married and give their wives the utmost respect. My youngest brother, Thomas, who’s thirty-one, has four kids with three different baby mamas (who all have men) and he’s still sleeping with all three of them. They’ve let him know he can hit it anytime he wants it, no matter who they’re with. And on top of that he has a chick whom he lives with. Now what kind of shit is that?
Basically, I have four brothers who have some serious issues when it comes to women and commitments. So
