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She grunts. Her mouth rapidly sucks me as I repeat what I’ve said in English: “You nasty bitch. Suck that dick, baby. Suck that motherfucking dick, slut. Give me that hot Latin mouth. You gonna let me fuck you in that tight, Spanish pussy with this big black dick, huh, baby?”
She groans. Her hand glides up and down my shaft. Her head bobs. Her mouth gets wetter, hotter, as it stretches over me. She wets my dick, soaks my balls. I can feel spit sliding down into my crack. My dick moves inside her mouth, fucking into a wet river of hungry need.
Marika is sucking the shit out of my dick. She strokes it with her hand as she sucks my balls into her mouth. Twirls her tongue around them. Licks them. Every so often, her tongue sweeps around the crack of my ass.
I slide a hand between her legs. Reach for her pussy. But she grabs my hand and brushes it away, shaking her head no as she sucks me.
“Hold up, baby…wait, wait…wait…aah, shit…”
I feel tingles brewing at the base of my spine. The head of my dick brushes against the roof of her mouth as she slides it in and out of her throat.
God, how I love the way my dick feels in her mouth. So fucking hot. So fucking wet. “Aaaaah, shiiiiiiiit, baby. Oh, baby, baby…oooh, fuck. Aaah, shit. Baby, wait…hold up…”
Marika ignores me. She’s caught up in a dick-sucking zone. Determined to make me crack this nut. And as hard as I’m tryna fight it. As hard as I am tryna hold back this surge of sensations. She’s taking me there. She has me right at the edge. Ready to explode. I can feel it. Rolling up and crashing like a tidal wave. My dick is pulsing. My balls are swelling tight. I feel my tongue starting to thicken. Feel it sliding out of the side of my mouth.
I groan low in my throat. “Oh, fuuuuuuck…” I hear the words tumble out of my mouth, but they sound almost slurred as I pump into Marika’s mouth, as she sucks and siphons out every last bit of my thick nut, leaving me dizzy and spent.
SIXTEEN
Marcel
“Yo, what’s good, my beauties, cuties, hookers, hoes, pimps, and playboys…this is ya boy, MarSell, coming at you live with another steamy Thursday night of Creepin’ ‘n’ Freakin’ After Dark. You already know how it goes down here at 93.3 The Heat: hot, raw ‘n’ ohhhh so nassssy. I hope everyone had a hot cum-filled week with lots of toe-curlin’ sex. I know I did.
“But ya boy’s back ‘n’ now we’re about to get it in. So drop them drawz, 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. Let me mentally lick you into climax as we get into part two of last week’s hot topic: Cunnilingus.
“That’s right, my freaky peeps. Oral sex. Eatin’ The Peach. The Cooter. The Twat. The Penis Fly Trap. Whatever lil’ name you call it. Puttin’ ya face up in it is the name of the game. And like I said last week, I don’t care if you’re a man or woman. It’s not an option. It’s a requirement. And tonight we’re gonna pick up where we left off last week. On our last segment of Creepin’ ‘n’ Freakin’ After Dark, we had the beauties call in, letting us know how they get down poppin’ the top. Giving that Becky. Tonight, I’ma need the fellas to get at me.
“If you’re puttin’ in that tongue work, if you know how’ta make her toes curl ‘n’ her uterus shake, if you’ve got her clutching ‘n’ clawing at them sheets, if you have her speaking in twenty-seven different languages ‘n’ her body vibrating, if you have tears springing from her eyes ‘n’ have her squirtin’ ‘n’ shoutin’, holla at ya boy. 1-212-FreakMe.”
Within seconds all the phone lines light up. Now, on some realness, I know that most of the mofos who call into the show are more than likely lying about their stroke games. Most of ’em aren’t even knocking down half as much pussy as they get on the air and claim they’re getting. Most of ’em just wanna hear themselves talking on the radio. But what I care? At the end of the night all I care about are the ratings. And as long as these numbers stay up, this show stays up.
“Yo, what’s good…you’re on the air with ya boy, MarSell. Whom am I speaking to ‘n’ where you calling from?”
“Yo, what’s goodie, fam…this ya boy, D-Dot, from Newark. I tried to get at you last week, but, yo, you had them lines on fire, bruh. But dig, I’m sayin’…I need one’a them dic—bleep—suckin’ hoes to hit me up, for real, for real. I need me a nasty, sloppy, dome-lickin’, ball-suckin’ broad whose head game is real live ‘n’ messy, feel me, bruh? I’m talkin’ spit bubbles, strings of drool ‘n’ watery eyes from gaggin’ ‘n’ getttin’ that skull-fuc—bleep—ed. I just need a slutty whore to suck the meat juice outta this thick six-inch.”
I frown. “Six inches? Damn, fam. You hanging like a horse, knocking teeth loose.”
He laughs. “No doubt, no doubt. I beat the neck up.”
I roll my eyes, glancing over at Nina, who is in the booth cracking up. Instead of moving on to the next caller, I decide to fuck with this delusional short-dick muhfucka. “That’s what it is, bruh—six inches of tonsil strokin’ ‘n’ throat-guttin’. I bet you gotta long tongue, too, to match that long dong.”
“No doubt, no doubt.”
“Oh, aiight, aiight. So you love doing them tongue laps up ‘n’ down ‘n’ around them sweet, puffy kitty lips, then dippin’ it deep into that wet slit, huh?”
“No doubt, no doubt. I gotta tornado tongue that’ll have a ho climbin’ the walls. Not scared of the pus—bleep—sy. Love the taste ‘n’ will pretty much suck the skin off that thang, feel me.”
“No doubt, no doubt. And there you have it, my freaky peeps. You heard it right here, Long Dong with the tornado tongue is ready to wreck shop. Yo, thanks for callin’ in, my dude. Next caller, you’re on the air.”
“Yo, word is bond, son. Hahahahaha. Yo, you dead wrong for gassin’ B’s head up like that. You got that niggah thinkin’ he a daddy long stroke now. Hahahahaha.”
“Hey, I do what I can to keep hope alive. Who am I speakin’ to?”
“Hahaha. I heard that. Yo, this is ya boy, King, from East Orange.”
“What’s good, King. So you lickin’ the gumdrop?”
“All day; every day, fam. I love eatin’ the snatch, bruh; word to mother. All baby girl gotta do is lay back ‘n’ hit the blunt while I get all up in that. And, nah, we don’t have to get it in, but if chick gets horny enough from the head, then no doubt I’ll beat dat back out for her if she wants this thick nine; ya heard?”
