standing with his legs spread apart, dipping his knees, pumping his dick in his hands at full speed. That shit turns me on. Especially when I’m lying back playing in my pussy while watching him jack off. Mmmm. And don’t let his balls slap up against my pussy while he’s slamming his dick in and out of me. Oh, Lawd! That’s enough to have me scream out his name (or someone else’s, which I’ve done more than once) to the high heavens in twenty-seven different languages, and fuck him limp.
And I love sucking all over them. Hairy, smooth, it makes me no never mind. As long as they’re clean, I’m going to gargle with them. However, with smooth balls, I don’t have to worry about coughing up hair balls or picking hair from between my teeth.
Make no mistake, I don’t discriminate. I’m an equal opportunist. I don’t care if you’re involved, single, lonely, or confused. But don’t be married! As far as I’m concerned, a married man is off limits. I don’t believe in fucking someone else’s husband ’cause I wouldn’t want it done to me. Some things should be valued and kept sacred. The institution of marriage is one of those rare things I do respect. So doing a man rocking a wedding band is an absolute no-no. However, anyone else is fair game. I’ll fuck him, and suck him straight into a damn coma, then send him on his way with no questions asked. I only expect him to be able to pump the hips, slam the dick, and get it up for more than one round. If his sex game is really on point, he’s almost guaranteed to smash it again.
“…uh…oh…mmmph…pull your dick out and eat my pussy, baby,” I say in a deep, throaty moan. It is a request that sounds more like a command. Although his dick feels so damn good inside of me, my clit wants, no, needs to feel his warm tongue. I need to bust my nut all over it, then suck my creamy juice off his lips and tongue as he slides his dick back up into me. This is what I want; this is what I need. He eagerly obliges, making his way down between my legs, then kissing the hood of my clit before pulling it back to greet it with his tongue. I let out another moan. “Oh, yes, Garrett. Oh, yes, baby…lick that clit, baby.”
Now, I don’t know about you, but for me, there’s something sexy about seeing a man’s lips glistening with my pussy juice that really turns me on. That’s what I’m thinking while Garret is between my legs with his tongue darting in and out of me while placing his mouth over my dripping-wet pussy so he can drink, lick, and slurp the warm, sticky treat that gushes out of me. Each time I cum, the orgasms are more intense, causing my whole body to shake. “Oh, yes…oooh, yes…Fuck me with that tongue, baby…”
I can’t front, Garrett has me going. I’m not sure if it’s because I haven’t had sex in over a week and I’m extremely horny, or if I miss having his tongue in my pussy. I wrap both legs around his shoulders, pull him in deeper, and smother his face in between my legs, allowing him to continue sucking and licking on my clit while dipping his thick fingers in and out of my hot hole. My creamy pussy pulls at his fingers, greedily gripping them as he presses his tongue against my throbbing, swollen clit. Just before my next wave of orgasms comes, he lifts me up, flips me over, then in one swift motion glides his thick, rock-hard dick inside the back of my pussy and pounds deep, fast, and hard, slapping me on the ass until I am creaming all over his dick again. He thrusts his body up into me and gyrates and jerks, pounding away. Sweat drips onto my back.
“Aaah, shit…fuck…uh…Damn, this pussy’s good,” he grunts before abruptly pulling his dick out of me. I can still feel the pressure of his dick inside of me. My pussy is pulsing and I wind my hips, craning my neck over my shoulder to see what he is doing, why he has left my pussy vacant and aching to be refilled. He abruptly yanks off the condom and starts jerking his dick. “I’ma bust this nut all on this pretty, fat ass of yours,” he says, slapping his dick across my ass. “Pull open ya ass for me.” I do, and he begins rubbing the length of his cock across my asshole, back and forth, then slapping it several times, causing it to pucker as he beats it with his heavy stick. I moan. “Yeah, baby, look at that pretty asshole. Next time you gonna let me fuck you in that ass, right?”
I moan again. He takes that to mean yes, and I don’t tell him otherwise. I keep moaning until he backs up and shoots his hot, creamy nut straight in the center of my ass and onto my lower back.
“Aaaahhh, fuck,” he moans, still jerking his dick and flicking the last droplets of his cum on my ass. Then he takes his dick and starts to smear his nut into my skin and around the center of my hole, coating it. I moan, rubbing my clit.
“I want some more,” I whine, turning around and taking his still-hard dick in my hands and stroking it. I kiss the head, then flick my tongue across the eye of his dick, hoping to get a taste of his milk.
“Damn, girl, you know how to keep this dick happy,” he says, as I lift his dick up and pull his balls into my mouth one at a time, slowly sucking them while jacking him off. My mouth waters and wets his heavy sack as he leans in and gently tweaks and rolls my nipples between his fingers, then pinches them firmly.
I glance over at the digital clock on my nightstand and notice it reads 11:43 p.m. We’ve been fucking for over an hour and I know it is a matter of time before it has to end. Garrett doesn’t have to be at work until eight in the morning, so technically, we could go a few more rounds, but knowing him, he’ll want to get home to get a few hours of sleep. Hell, it’s fine with me since I have to be at work in the morning myself. Interestingly, Garrett is the only man I fuck—oh, and Maurice—whom I allow to shower after a night of hot, sweaty sex; whom I willingly kiss; and whom I don’t keep on a time clock. He can usually come through and get his dick wet any time our schedules coincide, whether it’s day or night. The others…well, they come when I say it’s cool to come through, which is usually after the sun goes down, and before the sun comes up. And that usually works out best for them since most of them have to get home to their girls ’n shit, or to whatever else it is that keeps them occupied. I don’t ask, they don’t tell, and I don’t care.
I continue stroking his dick, waiting, wishing for another drop of his nectar.
“Oh, fuck…oh, shit…Damn, girl,” he grunts, grabbing me by the back of the head with his right hand. He wraps his hand in my hair. I suck him slowly, then pick up the pace and start making popping and smacking noises while moaning and gently pulling at his balls, massaging them, squeezing them, milking them. “Uh, you about to make me cum,” he announces in a deep, groggy whisper. I can feel his dick throbbing as I suck and his balls are starting to draw up, which lets me know he’s on the brink of splattering a hot one. I increase my suction around the head of his dick, then use my hands and grip the base of his dick tightly and start stroking it in long, fast motions. Garrett’s body begins to rock and tremble as he becomes enthralled in the throes of passion caused by my sensual tongue and loving mouth. “Aaah, fuck…I’m about to nut, baby.” I reach up and start pulling on his nipples, which causes him to shudder and moan. “Oh, shit…I’m coming, baby.” His body jerks and within moments, he pulls out of my mouth, backs up, and aims his dick at me, shooting his hot cream all over my chest and neck. He pants and jerks a few more times, milking out the last bit of his nut, before dramatically collapsing over onto the bed beside me. “Whew,” he says, trying to catch his breath. “You wear me out.”
I cut my eyes at him, grinning. “Which is why you keep coming back for more,” I state, getting up out of the bed. His sticky nut runs down my titties and over my hard nipples. Now, if he were my man, I would have both nipples in my mouth, lapping up all of his sweet man milk. But he’s not, and probably never will be, so his nut goes wasted. If Garrett were one of them really kinky, tri-sexual men I was telling you about, I’d cradle him in my arms and feed him my cum-drenched titties and have him suck his nut off them. I’d nurse him like a newborn baby. Oh, well.
“Partially,” he says, leaning up on his forearms and looking at me. He tilts his head, studies me.
“And the other part?” I ask, matching his gaze. I’m not sure if what he is going to tell me is something I really want to hear, or know. But I ask anyway.
He senses this and simply says, “Let’s leave it at partially, for now.”
There’s something about the way in which he says
I smile. “Well, I’m glad I can keep you and that fat dick of yours fucked and sucked down to the bone.”
“That you do, baby,” he replies finally, pulling himself out of the bed. He grabs his dick and shakes it. “You definitely know how to keep me and my man here feeling good.”
I suck my teeth, rolling my eyes up in my head. “Whatever,” I snap, swinging my hips and bouncing my ass into the bathroom. I turn on the shower, then get in. I stand under the pulsing showerhead with my head back, rolling my neck. I close my eyes and allow the water to beat against my body before taking the shower head in my hand and positioning it between my legs. I brace myself up against the wall, steady my right foot up on the ledge,
