people horny? I mean, it’s been raining like cats and dogs all damn day. And I am horny as hell. Basically, any time it rains, it puts me in the mood to be fucked deep, long, and strong. I can’t explain it. It also makes me think back on some of my rainy day and night sexapades. Like the time it was thundering and lightning and pouring down, and I was getting fucked deliciously on the hood of an ex’s car. Or the time I was in the Bahamas on a private beach with this dude I had met in the middle of a rainstorm, and he ate my pussy, then fucked me until dawn. Mmmmph. Lord knows I love me some rain!
I’m telling you. It really brings the freak out of me. Oh my God! There’s nothing sexier than lying up in bed being pressed down into the mattress by a wide-shouldered, strong-backed, dick-slinging man. And, last night— well, early this morning—that is exactly what I had in my bed. Baby, let me tell you. Up until almost five o’clock this morning, I got slayed lovely!
Last night, I made up my mind that it was time to recruit some new dick. So, after lying around the house most of the day, I decided to go out. I showered, put on a cute Baby Phat jean outfit with nothing underneath the jacket, and rocked a pair of four-inch Gucci heels. Sprayed some
Anyway, I figured the best spot to find some dick was to go to a titty bar. So I drove to Cinderella’s in Elizabeth, paid my money, ordered a shot of Henny, then perched my apple-bottom ass up on a stool at the bar and took in the scene. A few dudes tried to holla at me, but they weren’t what I was looking for. So I dismissed them. I mean, I wanted some dick, but a girl still has to be picky. I’m not that pressed to accept any ole thing. I wanted something tall, dark, and fine. The minute I spotted him walking through the door with three of his boys all dipped in jewels, I knew he was the one. I decided I’d have him in my bed before morning came. I eyed him as he walked around to the other side of the bar. I studied him, watched him toss a few dollars up on the stage at one of the dancers.
A smooth, brown-skinned chick with a small waist, wide hips, full breasts, and a face like Herman Munster was up on the stage shaking and bouncing her ass. A skinny chick was at the other end of the bar with her legs pulled all the way back over her head, giving everyone a full view of her pussy. Then there was another chick working extra hard to get a group of brothas to give up their dollars. Seems like the deeper you are in the hood, the uglier and rougher the dancers look. Some of them chicks really have no business being on stage with stretch marks, and razor, cut and knife marks all over their bodies. Ugh.
Anyway, I flagged the bartender and asked him to send my prey a drink on me. When the bartender pointed over in my direction, he raised his glass and nodded. I smiled. He whispered something in one of his man’s ears. They glanced over at me, but I pretended not to notice. Five minutes later, he approached me.
“What’s good, ma?”
I sized him up, licking my painted, glossy lips. He is five feet, eleven inches (I know this because I asked him) with broad shoulders, long, thick fingers, a wide nose, and big, brown, dreamy eyes. His smooth, flawless skin is the color of milk chocolate. Yes, he was definitely the one. After about ten minutes of small talk, I got right to the point.
“You, and what’s hanging between your legs,” I answered. Shit, I had no time for dilly-dallying. Like I said, a ho was trying to fuck. I told him straight out what I was looking for. He didn’t flinch. Just licked his lips, then parted a sexy, wide smile.
He shifted his weight from one foot the other. I guess he thought I was joking, because he stood there, looking me in my face like he was waiting for the punch line. When he realized there was none, he widened his smile and started rubbing his dimpled chin. Yeah, he was definitely the one. I let him know I was ready and that I had a wet, fat pussy that was throbbing for a stiff dick. You know some men bitch up when a chick like me comes at ’em direct. I was glad he didn’t. Hell, life is too damn short to be beating around the bush.
“Oh word? It’s like that?”
I nodded. “Sure is. You married?” I asked, looking him in the eyes. If his eyes shifted around the room, then I would know he was lying. They didn’t.
“Nah, baby.”
“You got a girl?”
“Yeah,” he said, placing his arm on the back of my chair. “But we in the middle of some shit right now. You got a problem with that.”
“Nope,” I answered. “Your problems with her are no problems of mine.” Then I continued my interview by asking the rest of my list of questions.
“Damn,” he said, laughing. “Am I interviewing for a position?”
I twirled my straw with my tongue, then slowly slid it into my mouth and sipped my drink. I licked my lips, then gazed back up at him. “Yes, you are. It’s for a position between these thighs,” I responded, swiveling the barstool towards him and opening up my legs for effect. “And the position requires someone who knows how to rock a pussy.”
He smiled, nodding his head. “I see.”
“Yeah, I bet you do. But do you wanna feel?”
“Hell, yeah,” he snapped. “I’m down.” He paused, sipping his drink. “Listen, you got condoms? ’Cause I ain’t ’bout bringing no shit home, feel me.”
I frowned. “I don’t fuck raw, baby. I got a whole box, especially for you.”
“Oh, word. Then that’s what it is.”
I smiled. “And so it shall be.”
So after another hour of back and forth, and two more rounds of drinks, he walked out behind me, then followed me home in his steel-grey Jag. The crazy thing is, I didn’t even know the nigga’s name, or give him mine, until after we were done. I simply told him what I wanted, and how I wanted it, and he was more than willing to oblige.
As soon as I got him in the house, I attacked him like a wild, dick-hungry ho-beast. Pushed his ass down on the sofa, unzipped his sagging jeans, fished down in his boxers, then unleashed his big, juicy dick with the reddish brown tip. I’m not going to lie, I was so damn relieved his dick was meaty. A little dick would have only been an appetizer for me, so I was more than happy when I saw he was packing. My mouth watered, and my panties got wet while looking at it. The shit was eight inches soft, and eleven inches hard. I know because I always pull out my ruler and measure the dick to know what I’m
Anyway, I lowered my pussy onto his face, then leaned down and sucked him silly. It was all good the minute he stuck his tongue in my ass, licked my pussy and sucked on my clit until I couldn’t take it any longer. Yeah, dude had a bitch begging him to fuck me. Mmmm. He flipped me over, strapped on a Durex, then dug my insides out like there was no tomorrow, and he did it doggie-style…exactly how I like it.
The dick was soooo damn good. He has rhythm like no other. Whew! The brotha even made his dick pulsate inside my pussy. No joke. I could actually feel his shit jumping inside of me. Now that bugged me the fuck out.
And the minute I started talking dirty—telling him how big his dick felt inside of me, how good it felt; chanting and moaning, telling him to fuck me harder—his thrusts quickened, and deepened. As soon as he was about ready to nut, I asked him to pull his dick out of me so I could jerk him off. I wanted to see how much he came. I got a thing with seeing all that white, stickiness shooting, spurting or oozing out of the tip of a man’s dick. Oh, how that drives me wild.
Of course, my fuck of the night obliged, and I snatched the condom off, jerked him with both hands, and was pleasantly surprised when his dick spurted a big load of thick, hot cream. If I would have known him better I probably would have licked it up, right down to the last damn drop. But there will definitely be a round two. I’ve decided to give Mr. Majestic five stars, and add him to my “charm” list. He’ll be filling someone’s spot real soon. Believe that!
Anyway, I am all fucked out from my weekend activities. And, today, I am curled up on the sofa relaxing. I plan to spend the whole day lying around the house and doing absolutely nothing. Well, that’s not completely true. In between masturbating, I will finish reading this book
