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“I ain’t sayin’ that.”
I rub his dick until it thickens. “Then what’s the problem?
“You already know what it is.”
I suck my teeth. “Niggah, man up. And handle this pussy like I know you can. I don’t have on any drawers.”
He grins. “Damn, ma,” he says, glancin’ around the bar. He takes a swig of his beer. “Why you fuckin’ wit’ me like this?”
“I wanna fuck you. Don’t you wanna feel your dick deep in
my ass?”
He fans his legs open and shut. His dick is extra bricked. “Word is bond, you got me wantin’ to get into sumthin’. Shit.”
“Let me make you feel good,” I say to him as Big Mike walks back over with my drink. I slide my hand up on the bar.
Red Café’s “Fly Together” starts playin’. I hop off the barstool and start hoppin’ and droppin’ it. I grab my drink from off the bar, and pull him by the arm. “Dance with me.”
He glances down in his lap. “Nah, no dice, ma; not yet.”
I laugh, shakin’, bouncin’, and poppin’ my ass to the beat with him takin’ in my every move. The way he is looking at me, I can tell I got the niggah thinkin’, got him wonderin’, about burying his dick in me. My pussy and ass are on fire! I dance up a light sweat, slowly twirlin’ my body. He watches me watchin’ him. Then tosses back another shot of Rémy, chasin’ it with another swig of his beer. I lick my lips, purposefully, when he slides his hand down in his sweats. To handle that hard-ass dick, I’m sure.
I dance over to him and whisper in his ear, “I want your balls deep in my ass, Buddha. Let’s stop playin’ this game. I know you wanna fuck me. So let’s do this, tonight.” He grins. “I’m not playin’, niggah. I want some dick—yours.”
He glances around the bar, guzzles down the rest of his beer, then brings his attention back to me. He grins, standin’ up. “Aiight. Fuck it. Let’s roll.”
Twelve
Buddha and I can barely make it through the door of the nasty little hole in the wall motel he’s rented out. But, who cares? Big Booty’s here for the dick. Not the décor. And I plan on fuckin’ this young niggah down.
I watch as he reaches behind him and lifts his shirt up over his head, then slides outta his sweats. I take his body in. His arms are muscular and toned. There’s a curly patch of hair in the center of his chiseled chest; strands of hair around his dark nipples. Heat shoots through my pussy as I glance down at the trail of hair that runs down his rippled stomach into his boxers. I lick my lips. This motherfucka’s body is sick. And now for the moment I’ve been waiting for, I think as he steps outta his boxers. My eyes light up as his long dick swings and bounces, freely. It is a big, juicy beef sausage that hangs over balls the size of extra-large brown eggs. And tonight, a bitch wanna scramble ’em up right!
My asshole and pussy clench in anticipation. “Oooooh, that’s a nice, big dick,” I say, walkin’ over to my handbag and pullin’ out a bottle of Astroglide and two condoms—one for my ass and the other for my pussy. I will let him fuck me in all three holes because I know, understand, the art of fuckin’ a niggah so good that you not only have him beggin’ for the shit again, but willin’ to do almost anything you want to get it. When I am done riding Buddha’s cock, I will not only have him eating my ass, but outta the palm of my hands, too.
He gives me a cocky grin like, “Yeah, bitch. I gotta big dick. Tell me somethin’ I don’t know.”
“I’ma call you lil’ daddy tonight,” I tell him, walkin’ up on him, then droppin’ down to my knees.
“Oh, word? I got ya lil’ daddy, aiight”—he grabs at his dick—“right here.”
I take his dick in both hands. “You better hope”—I kiss the tip of his dick—“you”—twirl my tongue around it—“can”—lick along its right side—“hang”—lick the left side—“with me, lil’ daddy”—I look up at him, cuppin’ his balls—“ ’cause I’ma fuck and suck the shit outta you.”
He palms the back of my head, winds his dick into my mouth. “Aaah, shit . . . I got you, ma.”
I take the niggah by surprise and swallow him whole. All eight inches down in one gulp. His knees buckle. After all the men I’ve had to use to get what I’ve needed, I learned how to suck and fuck a niggah outta his mind, and his money. I press my nose deeper into the curly patch of pubic hair, allowin’ my throat muscles to massage the head of his dick.
“Aaaaah, shit, baby . . . damn, suck that dick . . . oh, shit . . . godddddddddamn . . . uhhh . . . ” The niggah starts to stutter. “Fffffuck . . . aaaaah, shit . . . ”
I moan. The sweet, musky man scent from his pubic hairs is turning me on beyond belief. My pussy is wet and drippin’ juices. I take my right hand and reach in back of me, sticking a finger into my ass. I moan. Bob my head back and forth, pullin’ his dick up outta my throat every so often to tease the head with my tongue, then gulp it back down. He squats, thrusting his hips into my face. I moan again. My pussy skeets as he skull-fucks me. I suck him harder, creatin’ a vacuum while makin’ wet, sloppin’ sounds. Hoover, Bissel, Dirt Devil, Eureka . . . none of them vacuums on the market could suck a dick up better than me.
I make the niggah sing out. “Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck. Uh. Uh. Uh, shit.”
My pussy is aflame. I’m ready to fuck. Ready to feel him stretch this ass open. I pull off his dick slowly, suckin’ all the way up, lickin’ the shaft, then tonguin’ the slit and lappin’ up the precum oozin’ out. When I finish, I smack my lips, pullin’ my mouth off and standin’ up. I grab him by the neck and bring his lips to mine. I kiss him. I can tell I’ve caught him off-guard with this. But I don’t care. If I suck your dick there are three things you will do. Eat my pussy, eat my ass, and kiss. Lucky for him he responds back; his tongue slippin’ deep into my mouth.
I push into him, forcing him to walk backward toward the bed. I shove him, and he falls back on it. “Oh, shit . . . it’s like that?”
“Shut up, niggah,” I say, crawlin’ on top of him, pinnin’ him down. “Yeah, it’s like that; makin’ me wait for this dick, niggah, like I’m one of them dumb, silly bitches you fuck.”
