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“Starving,” I answer as I feel my stomach rumble.
The waiter approaches us, gives the lunch specials, and takes our order. While we wait for our food, I initiate our earlier conversation again. I’m curious as hell to find out more about Bishop and his wife.
“So, Bishop Thomas, tell me, why are you cheating on your wife?” I go straight for the jugular to see what he has to say for himself. I know my reasons for cheating on Keith. I don’t know one female who says she likes an undersized penis. Whoever says, it’s not the size of the boat, but the motion of the ocean is a damn liar.
As Bishop clears his throat to speak, I lean further toward him.
“Well, Connie, you see, it’s kinda like this. I told you that she’s ten years older than me, right?”
“Yeah, go on.”
“Well, she, uh, well, uh, she um—”
“She what?”
“She, um, doesn’t have a sex drive anymore. I thought after she lost weight that she would feel sexier, be more active, but she doesn’t. I tried to be understanding and patient and all those things. But I got a sexual appetite like King Kong. A brother got needs. You know what I mean?”
“Yeah, I sorta do.”
“I don’t regularly cheat on her. I mean, I’ve had a lady friend here and there over the years, but the sex doesn’t last long because they can’t handle me. My wife doesn’t satisfy me. Hell, she doesn’t do anything with me. I’m doing good if I get a peck in the morning and at night. But you and I, oh my God. You got the golden gate I want and need.”
“Oh, really.” I play coy even though I know he’s telling the truth about our sex. I tame his black stallion every time I ride him and make him breathless every time he fucks me.
“Yeah, Connie, you know our chemistry is off the chain.” He leans forward across the table and whispers even more softly, “And when I get all of me in you, that shit feels like warm butter. You give me chills every time.”
I hang on to his every word, watching his LL Cool J lips move. I want to jump across the table right now and attack him. Damn! He has such a wicked effect on me.
“Yeah, I know,” I reply with my female arrogance. “You haven’t seen anything yet.” I challenge him because I want to see all of his naked body on me, not just his pants around his ankles. After he fulfills this desire, then I’ll cut him loose.
“No shit?” He’s surprised at my arrogant statement.
“No shit,” I solidify. He knows where I’m taking this conversation. Ain’t no two ways about it.
“You do know this is a hotel.”
“I know that. What I’m wondering is why are you still sitting here telling me about it?”
“Oh shit! Connie, you are my kind of woman. Sit tight.” He places a twenty-dollar bill on the table to cover the cost of our drinks. I watch him whisper to the waiter, and then exit the restaurant. About five minutes later, the hostess hands me a note that reads, “Come to room 619.” The card isn’t signed but I know who it is. I give the waiter the twenty dollars and tell him to cancel the lunch order. He informs me that it’s already been taken care of.
I go to room 619 and knock on the door. Bishop answers in his birthday suit and immediately starts ripping off my clothes. We go at each other like two wild, hungry animals, gnawing and clenching each other. He sits me on the edge of the bed facing his cock. He lifts his right leg and places his foot atop the mattress. He guides my mouth to his saluting dick and I take him into my mouth and deep-throat him.
“Suck that shit, Connie. You know how I like it.”
I give him what he wants, strong long sucks and quick lollipop licks. I then consume his dangling scrotum.
“Yeah, that’s what I’m talkin’ about. Damn, girl, you’re good.”
I say nothing. Handling his large sex organs requires concentration. He grabs the back of my head and pulls me back and forth, on and off his dick. He moans with ecstasy and I feel his big rod grow larger in my mouth.
“Don’t stop, Connie.”
I keep sucking and jerking his penis. He palms my head with his right hand and presses my mouth all the way to the base of his thick shaft. Then suddenly he snatches my head off of his dick, takes hold of his dick, and shoots his cum on my face as he pumps his hand back and forward along the shaft. I tilt my head upward to show him how delightful it is. He releases my head and uses his right hand to rub his cum all over my face.
“Yeah, Miss Connie, you like that shit, don’t you?”
“Yeah. It’s my pearly shower.” I lick my lips and his cummy fingers. He lowers his six-foot-two, Hershey-dipped, Adonis frame onto his knees.
“Open your legs.”
