Yes, it’s exactly what it looks like. After my little ordeal at the doctor’s office three weeks ago, I am feeling real greedy tonight. And I’m in the mood for a double-dose of dick. And, yes, I’m going to have a two for one fuckfest tonight. The last two days, my libido has been off the damn charts. All I want to do is fuck. It’s like a switch has clicked on, and I am in nonstop fuck mode.
Twenty minutes later, my doorbell rings. I open the door, and let Majestic in. He’s looking good in a beautiful, brown leather bomber with a chocolate brown scully over his head. He removes his coat and hat and hands them to me. He’s wearing Thierry Mugler’s “Angel Men.” It’s one of my favorites on a man, and it smells irresistibly delicious on him.
Unfortunately, once he gets inside and takes off his clothes, I am surprisingly unmoved. When I was on the phone talking to him and before he got here, I wanted to be fucked senseless, wanted to fuck the skin off his dick. Hearing his voice had me moist. But, now that he’s here, standing in front of me, in all of his scrumptious nakedness, I am not the least bit interested in having him sweating all over me, jabbing up my pussy. Just like that. I want him out of my house.
I sigh. I try to focus on how good his dick will feel inside of me. Try to conjure up sweet images of having toe-curling orgasms. But nothing happens. And I know it really has nothing to do with him, per se, ’cause he’s fine as hell, and can fuck his ass off. Oh, how I wanted to be slayed, but I don’t have that tingly feeling I normally get when I see a stiff dick attached to a muscular man.
“I can’t wait to get up in that pussy, again,” he says, pulling in his bottom lip. “My dick felt good as hell in that shit, real talk. You take dick better than my girl.”
I smile. “That’s because I take pride in what I do, baby,” I say, forcing myself to get in the mood. There’s a part of me that really doesn’t want to send him on his way without at least trying to get in the mood. “Dick is my specialty.”
He grins, stroking his dick. “That’s wassup, baby. And I got a whole lot of it for you to put to use tonight.”
I open my mouth to tell him that I’ve changed my mind, that tonight’s not a good night, but the voice in my head gets to me first.
And with that, nothing else needs to be said. I take him by the hand and silently say, “Oh, sweet pussy, please don’t fail me now,” as I am leading him up the stairs.
Once we are inside my bedroom, he starts kissing me softly on my neck. Untying my robe, he places his hands on either side of my hips, then pulls me into him. “You sexy as hell,” he says, gazing into my eyes. “You could really fuck a weak nigga’s head up.” He plants more wet kisses along my neck, and over my shoulders.
“Oh, so you’re not weak,” I ask playfully.
“I’m weak for good pussy,” he says in between his kisses, “but I’m definitely not weak-minded.” His hands find their way to my ass. “You got a nice, big ass.”
“Tell me something I don’t already know,” I tease, reaching for his dick and stroking it. Although mentally I am still not into it, my body responds to his touch and his kisses. He slips his left hand between my legs and begins playing with my clit while his right hand kneads my breasts. He grabs my left one and twirls his tongue around its nipple before placing it in his mouth. His warm, wet mouth and tongue causes an electric current to shoot through me. My nipples have always been sensitive, but tonight they are on extra high.
Despite myself, a moan escapes me as he lowers himself down onto his knees and begins leaving a trail of wet kisses along my stomach, dipping his tongue into my navel. He has two fingers inside of me, moving them in a nice, steady rhythm, causing my knees to buck. I begin fucking his hand.
“That’s right, wet my fingers up. I want you to cum all over my hand.” When his face reaches the neat triangular patch of hair between my legs, I spread my legs apart and allow him to mount his mouth over my clit. I grab him by the back of the head and fuck his mouth. Before I know it, I toss my right leg up over his shoulder and start grinding my pelvis into his mouth.
“Ah, yes, suck that clit…oh, oh, oh, yes…” An intense orgasm was building up inside of me. I can feel it in my stomach, shooting through my back, coursing throughout my body, making its way toward my clit, ready to explode out of my pussy in any minute. “Ah, ah, ah…gobble that pussy up, nigga. Oh, yes…”
“Yeah, you like that shit,” he whispers, glancing up at me while jerking his dick. He places his mouth back on my clit, and continues finger-fucking me. “That’s right, baby, nut for me.” I buck my hips. Moan again, and again, and again until I drench his hand with my sweet cream. He removes his hand, and I watch as cum drips between his fingers. He slips them into his mouth, licking and sucking them clean. “Daaaaaamn, your pussy tastes good. That shit’s nice and wet; now I’m ready to fuck.”
I reach for him as he gets up off his knees. As wet as my pussy is, and as good as he has made me feel, I still don’t feel like being fucked. Truth be told, now that I’ve cum, I feel like putting him out. I try to shake the feeling off.
“It’s my turn,” I say, pushing him back towards the bed. “Lie back on the bed and let me wet your dick nice and slow for you.” I drop down to my knees, and take his dick in my mouth.
“Yeah, that’s what it is,” he moans, leaning back on his forearms, looking down at me as I swirl my tongue over the head of his dick, then slip it back into my mouth. “Ah, shit. That’s right, suck that dick…fuck…”
Then when his cock is nice and slippery from my spit, I lift up and put his dick in the middle of my chest, press my plump breasts together and give him a nice, wet, titty fuck until he nuts all over me, smearing his cum around my nipples. And the crazy shit is: I really want to lick his dick cream off my damn nipples. That is the only time my pussy twitches. Seeing his dick milk spurt out of his dick and onto my titties turns me on.
“Damn, that was good,” he says, sitting up, then wiping himself off. He reaches for my titties and lightly pulls my nipples, then rolls them between his fingers. I moan. His dick is still hard. “I want some head, baby; then I wanna get up in that pussy.”
I take him back into my mouth and slowly suck him again, gliding my mouth down the back of his shaft and flicking my tongue over his balls every so often before devouring all of his dick.
“Yeah, that’s what I’m talkin’ ’bout…suck that shit, baby…”
Once I get my groove, I greedily suck his dick like it’s a Charms lollipop. Slobbering and spitting all over it, cupping his balls and slowly licking and pulling them into my mouth one at a time. And when I finally have him all the way down in my throat, causing him to buck his hips and open and close his toes, I break a major dick-sucking rule. I throw up all over his dick.
And of course he storms up out of here pissed off, but who gives a fuck. I strip and change my sheets, then race back into the bathroom, throwing up again. When I am finished, I wash my face and brush my teeth, then get ready to climb into bed when my doorbell rings. I glance at the clock. 11:30 p.m. It’s Nelson.
“Shit,” I say out loud, pulling the comforter up over me and turning off my night lamp. “I forgot to call him and cancel.” I sigh.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
“Hey, Sis, how’s it going?” Tyler asks.
“Hey to you, too. Everything’s fine, thanks. How are you and the family?”
“We’re all fine. Haven’t spoken to you since Thanksgiving so I wanted to give you a ring to see how you were doing.”
“Awww,” I say, smiling. “That’s real sweet of you.”
He chuckles. “Well, I kinda figured it beats dropping by early in the morning.”
“Well, big bro, for the record, you can drop by any time you like. But don’t get too excited,” I tease, “’cause that doesn’t mean I’m gonna always open the door to let you in.”
“Hey, hey,” he says, laughing. “I’m an officer of the law. I have ways of still getting in.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, come kick the door in and arrest me.”
“How ’bout a hug instead?”
