Allison Hobbs. Talk about a freaky, engaging read. Then I had the nerve to run out to Borders and pick up her other books
I won’t go into details about the books, but DAMN her! What a freak! A few times, she had me slipping my fingers into my already cum-soaked snatch. Now this is one kinky chick. I’ll bet she’s probably a real greedy, dick- rider type chick. I’d love to meet her in person, and pick her freaky brain.
Anyway, let me finish telling you about last night’s adventure, and what I figured out by sitting at that strip joint for almost three hours, watching. See. I realize that the strip clubs are a ho’s paradise. Okay? Roll your eyes if you want. But trust me. Testosterone is everywhere. A plethora of dick and balls await you. At the bar, at tables, in corners, against the wall, young and old, there are men of all shapes, colors and sizes. Some who are there to have a few drinks, watch some ass shake, be entertained, then take their asses home. Others are there to get their drink on, get a few lap dances, maybe even some back room head, then take their asses home. And then there are the men who are there hoping to fuck. But, no matter what their intentions, at least ninety-eight percent of them are going to leave out of that spot wanting something hot and wet to slide their cocks up in—mouth, pussy, ass, or all three. Trust me, it won’t matter. And it’s a greedy, man-loving, dick-craving ho like me who’s going to be perched up at the bar, batting her eyes, licking her lips and marking her target for the night. Believe that!
Another thing I will say is—knowing what I know now, if my man was tricking up his money in some titty bar every week, I don’t know if that would sit well with me, especially since I know what’s really popping off inside most of them spots. Besides the dancers, it’s hoes like me in those spots, swarming around like vultures ready to swoop down on unsuspecting prey. Hell, I’d let him go with his boys and all, but you best believe I’d be somewhere on the other side of the room, at the other end of the bar, dipped down real low, making sure his ass stayed focused.
I lay my book face down on the sofa and allow my mind to reflect on how good Majestic fucked me. There’s something about a man hitting this soft ass from the back, deep, that drives me bananas. Especially when he has a long, thick dick, digging in and out, nice and slow, then grabbing me by the hips or pulling my ass cheeks apart, or sticking his finger in my asshole. I’ll arch my back, swing and shake my hair wildly, then tell him to fuck me hard, to slap my ass. Mmmm. I’m telling you, fuck me from the back and watch me turn into a wild, freaky, ho-beast. And this morning, Majestic’s sexy-chocolate ass could have fucked me in every damn hole. I can go for another round for sure. But I will wait for him to call me. If he doesn’t, two more will. They always do.
My ringing cell snaps me out of my reverie. I glance at the screen. It’s Garrett.
“Hello,” I answer.
“How are you? I haven’t heard from you in a while, so I thought I check in on you to make sure everything’s okay.”
“I was hoping to see you today.”
Hmm, thinking about my night with Majestic on top of the rain does have me wanting to ride a dick. And although my pussy is still aching, the fact still remains. Garrett always aims to please. Like I shared before, every time he’s inside of me, he strokes my pussy and clit just right. Not only is he good with his dick and talented with his tongue, he’s the kind of man who is obedient. He does exactly what is asked of him without complaint. If I want my pussy in his mouth or his tongue in my ass, he does it and doesn’t expect me to reciprocate. Which is why I don’t mind sucking down his dick or gargling his cow-like balls because, with him, there’s no pressure. No fuss. Even though he’s not scheduled—in my head—for another dish of this pussy for a few more weeks, against my better judgment, I think I will invite him over for a treat. Humph…so much for lounging around today doing nothing.
“Hmm. Sounds like you want a dose of this good stuff,” I say, jokingly.
He laughs. “Well, when it’s good, it’s good.”
“Unh-huh, and haven’t you heard too much of a good thing ain’t always good for you?”
“I’ll take my chances,” he says.
“Well, don’t say you haven’t been warned,” I tease. “So what time you want to come by?”
“Your warning has been duly noted. Let me see,” he says. “It’s three-thirty now. How ’bout around seven?”
“Seven is good,” I state. “You feel up to doing a little role-playing?”
He laughs. “What you have in mind?”
“I’ve been a naughty girl, Officer,” I coo into the phone. “I need to be placed under arrest.”
“Is that so,” he says, lowering his voice. “And what should I arrest you for?”
“For wanting to swallow your fat dick down in my throat, then feel it deep inside my hot pussy,” I answer.
“That doesn’t seem like a crime to me,” he says, playing along.
“Well, it will be when I fuck you to death.”
He laughs. “Sounds like I may need back-up.”
“Baby,” I coo, “the only thing you need to back you up is this soft, fat ass. So, bring your handcuffs and that thick dick of yours. My tight pussy is wet and ready to be wrapped around your delicious cock.”
He pauses. I can tell his dick is hard, and I have him thinking. “Umm, let’s make it for six-thirty.”
I laugh to myself, telling him that the minute he walks through my door I want him to strip down naked, and come upstairs wearing nothing but his hat and his boots with his gun on his hip and his dick in his hand. “And don’t forget the handcuffs,” I add, running my hand over my pussy, then stroking my clit with my index and middle fingers. “I’m gonna have this pussy nice and hot for you.”
“You always do, baby,” he states. I can hear his aching desire for me in his voice. And I know he will come here on a mission. To fuck me deep and slow and purposefully as he always does. Then he will flip me over onto my stomach and fuck me hard and fast. “I’ll see you in a bit.”
“I’ll be waiting,” I say before hanging up.
At six-thirty, I hear the alarm chirp alerting me the door has been opened. In less than two minutes, Garret struts into my bedroom in all of his nakedness, frisks me, squeezing my titties, tweaking my nipples, rubbing my pussy, grabbing and slapping my ass, before placing me under arrest. He reads me my rights, tells me, “You have the right to a stiff dick. You have the right to be fucked any way you want, for as long as you want. Anything you say or do will be the cause of me busting my nut in you. Do you understand?”
I nod, “Ooh, yes, Officer. Are you gonna beat me with that big stick of yours?”
“Put your hands behind your back,” he says, twirling me around. “And spread your legs apart.”
I stick out my ass. Brush it up against his cock. He slaps me on the ass.
“Keep still,” he snaps, “before I have to charge you with resisting arrest.”
“Oooh, big daddy, charge me.”
He yanks my hands in back of me, then loosely cuffs them behind my back. He throws me onto the bed, sucks all over my nipples, licks and sucks all over my pussy, then rolls me over on my stomach and nibbles and kisses on my ass. Then he pulls open my ass cheeks, slides his dick into my creamy pussy and fucks me so damn good that my twat twitches and throbs. He slaps me on the ass. This time it stings, but feels good as he is pounding inside of me. He slaps my ass again.
“So you like breaking the law, huh?”
“Yeah, Mr. Officer,” I say, moaning and winding my hips up and down on the mattress. “I’m a naughty, freak-nasty girl. What you gonna do about it?” He pulls his dick out of me, yanks me up off the bed, and slaps me on both ass cheeks. “Yeah, fucker, smack that fat ass.”
“Oh, you like that shit, hunh? You like talking shit, hunh?”
“Fuck me!” I beg, spreading my legs wider. “Slam your fuck-stick in me!”
He bends me over, pushes my face down onto the dresser, then slides his dick into my piping hot pussy, fucking me from the back, slamming his honey-coated club in and out of me while his heavy balls slap up against my pussy.
I let out a ferocious moan. And by the time Garrett finally releases me from his dick pounding custody, I have cum six times. Oooooh, he really put it on me!
Mmmph. And now I’m lying here, basking in all of my bareness. I inhale. Savor the moment. I swear I love the smell of sex in the air. There’s nothing like the aroma of pussy, and sweat lingering around to remind you of how good you’ve been fucked. The taste of sex, the smell of sweet, musky fucking is all around me. Its scent hovers
