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“Yo, what’s good, my beauties, cuties, hookers, hoes, pimps, and playboys…this is ya boy, MarSell, coming at you live with another steamy segment of Creepin’ ‘n’ Freakin’ After Dark. All of my peeps who get down with me know how I like to serve it up: Hot, raw ‘n’ ohhhh so nasty. So if you’re just tuning in to the Tri-State area’s hottest radio station, 93.3 The Heat, sit back…relax…light a candle…pour yourself a glass of your favorite wine…pull out your favorite lube…your favorite toy…or hit up that special someone…and prepare to be stimulated beyond your own imagination as we get into tonight’s topic of putting in that tongue ‘n’ neck work.
“That’s right, my freaky peeps. Oral sex. It’s not an option. It’s a requirement. And tonight it’s going down. But before we get it poppin’, we’re gonna slowly heat you up with this sexy Janet Jackson joint, ‘Warmth.’ I don’t know ’bout you, but I like it when it’s real wet ‘n’ nasty…”
I adjust my microphone as Janet whispers over the air about nothing comparing to the warmth of her mouth. I’m looking forward to tonight’s segment, already anticipating the freak-nasty comments callers would make about their dick-sucking-and pussy-eating sexapades. All things real, I love getting my dick sucked. Love fucking it down into a wet, tight throat. Hearing them juicy smack-suck sounds coming out of a mouth while I’m sliding this dick in ‘n’ out turns me the fuck on.
Shit.
I slip my hand down into my sweats and stroke myself on the sly underneath my desk; the urgent need to bust this nut deep inside a wet mouth slowly swells up in my balls.
I reach for my buzzing cell with my free hand. I smile, opening the text message. OOH I LOVE HEARING UR VOICE OVER THE AIRWAVES. CAN’T WAIT TO HEAR TONIGHT’S HOT TOPIC. I BET UR ALREADY PLAYING W/THAT JUICY DICK
I grin, removing my hand from my sweats, temporarily leaving my thick, aching dick stretching along my thigh. I text back, U KNO ME SO WELL, BABY. CAN’T WAIT 2 STRETCH DAT WET PUSSY N FEEL ALL THIS DICK DEEP UP N U
Less than three seconds, another text comes through. HMMM! THIS PUSSY MISSES U! U TEASED N TONGUE
D ME REAL GOOD 2NIGHT. I CAN STILL FEEL UR TONGUE INSIDE OF ME. U LEFT ME SO WET N HORNY 4 MORE OF U
I smile, sliding my hand back down into my sweats, then quickly glance over into the control room at my producer, Nina, who is staring back at me licking her succulent lips. I wink at her. She smiles, shaking her head.
Janet Jackson fades out and Marsha Ambrosius’ “69” eases over the airwaves as I squeeze the head of my dick. I’m ready to fuck. Ready to gut a throat and beat some pussy up. I glance down at my watch. Two more hours to go. I’ve been working the 8 p.m. to 12 a.m. slot on Thursday nights at the radio station for the past seven years. It was supposed to be a temp thing, but when the ratings shot through the fuckin’ roof and peeps started calling in begging for me to come through and hit ’em with that nasty heat, that sealed the deal.
And here I am one night a week, keeping the heat cranked up and the freaks turnt up. Not because I need the paper. Nah, I’m paid out the ass. I’m on the air doing what I do because—despite having built my own empire—my first love has, and will always be, radio broadcasting. Being on the air as a radio personality is all I ever dreamed of as a kid. And it’s what I went to school for.
I look over and eye Nina, who gives me the signal that we’re back on the air in five…four…three…two…one…
“What’s good, my peeps. We’re back on the air ready to turn up. And tonight we’re talking about putting your mouth on it. That’s right, my freaky peeps. Sucking. Licking. Slurping. Tonguing it down. Fellatio. Top. Dome. Head. Neck. Becky. Brain. Pole Smoke. Knob Slob. Whatever lil’ term you wanna call it, I wanna hear from the ladies, first. Where are all my bobble heads ‘n’ deep throat divas at? Holla at ya boy. 212-FreakMe.”
Instantly the lines light up.
I grin. Aiight. Let’s see how many cock swabbers are callin’ in.
“Hello?”
“What’s good, beautiful? You’re on the air.” There’s a bunch of unnecessary feedback. “Yo, do me a favor, love. Turn ya radio down or off for me.” Why the fuck I gotta keep telling these dumb hoes this shit? I shake my head.
“Oh. I’m sorry. Is that better?”
“True. What’s good…whom am I speaking to?”
“Oh, hi. This is Ciara.”
“Uh, ohhkay, Ciara; you giving out them deep throat specials or what? Talk to me, ma-ma.”
She giggles. “Umm, not really. I mean, I’ve tried it a few times, but I’m not that good at it. I’m hoping someone will call in, so I can get some tips to help me get better at it.”
“Aiight, baby. Hold tight. In the meantime, ma-ma, the best way to get them skills up is practice, practice, practice. The more dingdong you suck, the better you’ll get. So drop down ‘n’ get ya suck on, baby. And remember: No teeth. And use lots of spit. Next caller.”
“Hey, MarSell.” She smacks in my ear. I frown. “This Quita aka Head Nurse aka Bobble Head aka Slurpy aka Prime Time Neck Work aka Deep Throat Diva, straight from Brownsville.”
Damn, this dick-suckin’ ho gotta lot of nicknames. “Aiight, Quita. What’s good, baby…?”
“This head game, boo. That’s all I like to do. I can suck a whole block ‘n’ still want more.”
“Damn, baby. What, you gotta motor in ya neck?”
She laughs. “Nonstop, no-gag, neck action. East New York! We go hard! Make a niggah nut quick. And what?”
“Oh, aiight, aiight, baby. I ain’t mad atcha. How often you puttin’ in that neck work?”
