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“Whore!” the young woman yelled out at our backs.
I turned around and marched right back up to her. She cringed like she was expecting a fist in the face. I smiled at her and said, “With enough practice, you might be able to be as good a whore as me. Don’t worry. I only want him for tonight. He’ll be back next week with his homeboys and you can have a crack at him. After tonight, he might be able to satisfy you better than he could have if he had left here with you instead of me. I’ll teach him a thing or two. Then I don’t give a shit if you marry him and have ten kids.”
With that, I walked away. Devain was waiting at the door, ready to see where my imagination would take us. We ended up at a nearby hotel. I was ready for some action, and besides, since this was my first time doing something of this nature, I had zero intention of letting him know where I lived; rather less my real name. He was “still at home” so that shit was out; nor was I trying to go there in the first place. Neutral ground made me feel more at ease. Even though I was acting like a whore, I was far from one—at that time—and was a bit nervous myself but determined not to let it show.
“So, Imagine, now that you’ve got me here, what are you going to do to me?” Devain asked. “You talk a good game; now let’s see if you can back it up.”
I sat down on the bed and motioned for him with my finger. “Come to Mommy.”
His cell phone rang. He yanked it out of the holster and glanced at the caller ID. “This is my homeboy. He’s probably worried about me.”
“Then answer it and tell him that you are in very, very good hands.”
“Yo, wassup! I’m straight.”
“Your ass better be straight,” I said seductively as he stood before me.
“I met a honey and rolled out.”
I lifted my right leg onto the bed, reached under my sundress, and fingered myself through the sides of my satin panties. Then I licked my fingertip. “Yes, my pussy is sweeter than honey!”
“I’ll get up with you tomorrow.”
“But you’re going to get it up for me tonight!”
I pulled him by his belt all the way to me and bit his dick gently through his pants. Then I undid his buckle and went to work to free my dick.
Devain flipped his phone closed. “Damn, you aren’t playing around, huh?”
“I can see that you’re still used to baby pussy. I’m about to throw it on you so hard that you will remember tonight fifty years from now, when I’m dead and buried.”
“I don’t doubt that for one second.”
His dick was beautiful, for lack of a better word. Unlike Alfred, who had gray pubic hairs—on top of his jacked-up breath—Devain’s dick was as smooth as a baby’s ass, with the exception of the big veins pulsating through it.
“Umm, you look so tasty. Can Mommy milk you dry?”
“Mommy can do whatever she wants.”
I smirked because I had expected it to take him longer to get into the Mommy thing.
He stepped completely out of his pants and I could see that he had also shaved his pubic hairs off. I loved that shit. “Hmm, you must be used to getting blow jobs since you shave down here.”
He chuckled. “I’ve had a few.”
“Then that means I need to step up my game,” I stated with conviction. “I’m going to wax it for you.”
If you have ever seen those bobble-head dolls on someone’s dashboard, then you can imagine my head going back and forth on his dick. It was the perfect size to hit the back of my throat. I had also gargled with salt earlier, before I left home, so my throat could open up even farther. That’s a little trick for you young girls; remember that. Salt water is not only good for you when you have a cold.
Devain came almost immediately and I was a bit disappointed but realized that the second nut is always harder to claim than the first one. Now he was ready for me to get down to the nitty-gritty.
“Lie down on the bed, spread your legs like an eagle, and bring your knees to your chest,” I commanded.
“What?” he asked, shocked.
“You’re supposed to say, ‘Yes, Mommy.’ Not ‘What?’”
“Yes, Mommy.”
