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“They’re going to make me pay for another shirt.”
“I’ll pay for it.” I ran my fingertips up and down his chest. “So your woman doesn’t appreciate all of this. She’s a tonta, too.”
“You ever been with a Mexican?” he asked out of the blue.
“No, you ever been with a black woman?”
“No, but I’ve always wanted to be with one.”
“Why?”
He shrugged. “Curiosity.”
“Well, you won’t be curious anymore because I’m about to lay it on you.”
Carmelo grinned. “Lay it on me?”
“Yeah, lay it on you. Quebrarte la espalda; blow your back out,”
“Sounds interesting.”
I unfastened his pants and was glad he was not wearing a belt. It gave me easier access. I pulled his pants and boxers down in one swoop and took it all in with my eyes. “Nice. Agradable. How do you say ‘scrumptious’in Spanish?”
“Riquísimo.”
“Riquísimo? That’s what your dick is. Riquísimo.”
“I bet your pussy is riquísima.”
“Have a taste and find out for yourself.”
I quickly swung myself around and sat right on his awaiting tongue. Then I took the head of his dick in my mouth and went to work. There was this recent porno going around with much hype surrounding how the sister gave head. She did not have a damn thing on me. Spitting on dicks was skank but men thought that shit was actually sexy. She and I did have one thing in common; we were both passionate about sucking dick. However, I did it with class.
Carmelo was trying to yank away from me in less than a minute. Yes, I can make men run from blow jobs because I suck them in like a pit bull with lockjaw. I tasted a little pre-cum and was thinking, Damn, not yet!
He must have read my mind because he pushed my pussy up off his mouth for a second, just long enough to whisper, “Puedo quedarme,” meaning that he could hang.
“Before I Let You Go” by Blackstreet was playing; one of my all-time favorites. “That’s good because before I let you go, I’m going to make sure that you remember me always.”
He went back to sucking on my clit with a perfect intensity; confirming that his woman truly was a dummy. I had no idea what I planned to do with that wrench but after talking all that shit, I decided to experiment and see if he stopped me.
I picked it up and adjusted it until I could fit it around the base of Carmelo’s dick; all the while still slobbering on him like an all-day sucker. When I tightened it, he flinched but did not yell out. I did not think it was possible but his dick got even harder than before. I gyrated the wrench back and forth on his dick while I went up and down on it with my mouth, deep-throating him like a pro. I would never prostitute myself but if I ever did, I would be the richest whore on the block.
Carmelo was about to explode but I was not having that. I needed him to stay hard so I could take a ride. My juices were trickling down the insides of my thighs as I turned back around and straddled him, immediately sliding my pussy onto his dick. I never let go of the wrench. I keep working his thing like I was the maintenance worker. His face was a mixture of pain and pleasure. All he could say was. “Mierda!” Damn!
I clamped onto the head and shaft of his dick with my pussy. I don’t care what anyone says, ben wa balls are worth their weight in gold when it comes to learning pussy control. I had been using them for more than ten years, since I was in high school, and I could smoke a cigar with my pussy if I wanted to. I rode Carmelo for more than thirty minutes until I sensed he could not take any more. Every time he was on the brink of having an orgasm, I would pull off of him, rub my pussy lips on his dick to make it good and hard again, tighten up the wrench, and then reinsert him with my free hand.
Carmelo got a bit rough with me also by pinching my nipples and yanking on them. I bent down so he could suck my tits, one at a time, then both together. “Um,
that’s right, little bebé. Suck on them like you own them.”
We fucked through several songs: “Between the Sheets” by the Isley Brothers, “Body” by Me’ Shell NdegeOcello, “Boogie Oogie Oogie” by A Taste of Honey, “Bravebird” by Amel Larrieux, and “Brown Sugar” by D’Angelo. Korey crossed my mind for all of five seconds and then I remembered that he cheated on me. I saw the chick once in passing at a Starbucks. I recognized her from a photo he had taken with her at a cookout. She had been all on him by the pool and I should have known they were fucking from the way she had her arms around him, as if saying, “This man is mine!”
Carmelo had a woman but you would not have known it that night. I was cool with that because it was not like I was planning on moving to Mexico. I wanted to do a quick drive-by fucking and move on. In fact, even though I would be there a week, I decided that it would be that one night and nothing more for me and Carmelo. I could not risk catching feelings and since Korey had been my man for more than three years, anything was possible on the rebound. I was not used to being a whore, but I was good at it.
When we took a break, Carmelo asked me if he was a “revenge fuck.”
My reply was, “Am I?”
