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Hey baby. 6’4” 215 lbs Buzzed Short Hair Goatee Hazel Eyes here; Looking for now. Can’t host gotta travel 2 u
hello. I work in edison. lookin 4 when i get out. my quit time varies. u sound nice. i really need a sloppy wet bj. i get a lil dirty at work so either i shower with you or if u like a lil sweat on ur meat then u can clean me off with ur tongue. no games, no bs here. just sloppy, wet dick sucking. please be close to edison. and able to come to me. will be checking my emails from my phone throughout the day.
I roll my eyes, wondering what the hell this idiot looks like. Who in the hell sends an email in all lowercase letters, I think, turning my nose up. His retarded ass is probably some dusty, fat-ass. I delete.
Somehow I find myself sitting here musing over how I’ve gotten myself so wrapped up in all of this online bullshit. I never, ever, thought or considered that I would become addicted to sucking dick. I don’t want to admit that I am, but it is the only thing that can possibly explain why the fuck I’m sitting here in front of this computer, reading emails from motherfuckers looking to get topped off, in the first place. It’s the only logical explanation that makes sense. ’Cause only someone addicted to this shit—or maybe the idea of getting caught—would be crazy enough to keep doing the shit, especially when it seems like shit is starting to close in on them. I want to believe I’m a sane, rational, open-minded woman. Hell, maybe, I’m too damn open-minded. Or, perhaps, too damn stupid to see how what I am doing can potentially blow up in my face. I’m still kicking myself for allowing that photographer to snap my picture and have my face plastered all over the front page of the Star Ledger Community section. Everything would be fine, if I would have been on my P’s & Q’s instead of sleeping on the potential consequences. How the hell was I supposed to know I’d have some psycho on my heels sweating me for a dick suck? Yeah, my head game is tight. And, yes, I can curl a nigga’s toes and make his knees buckle. Yes, I can suck and swallow a dick down to the base, then extend my tongue out to lap his balls. Plus, in some instances, pull his balls into my mouth as well. All that still doesn’t warrant a begging-ass motherfucker trying to work my nerves about it.
Okay, call me what you want. Bottom line, I’m a skilled, dick-sucking bitch. And if I were able to give instruction on the art of dick sucking, giving head, fellatio, throating, etc., I’d give this advice: First, I’d tell them that dick sucking is a craft that needs to be perfected. That like eating pussy, it’s an art. That there is definitely a science behind successfully sucking a nigga’s dick without scraping or cutting it with your teeth, or throwing your last meal up in his lap, and all over his dick, fucking up his sheets, drawers, and/or pants, which will surely piss him off, and have him throw you out of his house or car. Or flat out curse you out, if he doesn’t punch a bitch in her skull first.
Secondly, I’d show them how to tease him with touch. Licking and kissing and nibbling—as well as running her fingertips, along the inside of his inner thighs, along the sides of his dick, over the head, then around the backside of the head—which is the most sensitive part of a nigga’s cock.
Next, I’d show them how to use their tongues to explore the dick. In slow, wide strokes, and with lots of spit, wet every inch of his dick up, licking that shit like it’s her favorite ice cream cone or—if she’s lactose intolerant—Popsicle. Hell, a lollipop. Whatever works, damn it! Just lick the shit like it’s dipped in something you love.
Then I’d tell them to—if he’s not already bricked up—to begin their dick sucking experience by putting his semi-hard cock in their mouths, guiding their lips over the tip of his cock, making sure their lips cover their teeth. The last thing any man wants is a bitch snagging up his dick skin with her teeth. I’d let them know that, in my experience, sucking on a soft or semi-hard cock helps her get comfortable with his dick; especially when he’s swinging a Mandingo cock.
Then I’d show them how to breathe through their noses while swallowing the dick—slowly, one inch at a time, and using their hand to control how much of the dick gets pushed down into their throats, to keep the nigga from choking the shit out of her with it.
Then I’d encourage them to alternate between sucking and licking the dick, to lapping and sucking on their balls and jerking them off, never neglecting the dick or balls. If she’s sucking the dick, she should be caressing or massaging the nigga’s balls. If she’s sucking his balls, then she should be stroking his dick. And if any of the students had rough hands, I’d give out coupons for a paraffin wax so they could have them soft as cotton. And I’d encourage them to keep their lips moisturized, glossy and wet. No man wants a bitch with rough, cracked hands and/or lips stroking up and wetting up his dick.
I’d continue by letting them know that great dick sucking involves knowing how to use their hands and mouth, simultaneously and alternately. Hand and mouth coordination is a must to ensure bringing and taking a nigga over the edge. You want him opening and closing his toes, clutching the sheets, thrashing his head, bucking his hips, and moaning and groaning, slurring your name out in pure ecstasy.
Then I’d close with the following remarks: I’d tell them to not suck the dick like it’s a tedious, laborious job. To suck it like it’s their passion. Slob it like they love it, damn it! Trust me. I’d tell them men love for women to adore the dick. No matter how big, or small, if she’s going to suck the dick, then, goddamn it, be the best damn dick sucker she can be. Then I’d pause for effect, let all that I’ve shared sink in, then say, “To swallow, or not to swallow? That is the question.”
I’d tell them if they’re going to swallow, then work that nut up out of him and gulp that creamy shit down with a smile on their faces, slathering it all over their lips, back onto his dick, then licking it clean. But if they’re not going to swallow, then I’d suggest that they should let the nigga know, out of courtesy, what they intend to do with the nut. Spit, swallow, or face bust, or a combination of the three. It is totally up to them. However, most men love to see a chick swallow him, and some are okay with her not doing it. So if she’s not going to drink his milk, then she should remove her mouth when he’s about to nut and replace her mouth with her hands to continue stroking him until he cracks and pops that nut out.
Then I’d probably run off and chase down the nearest dick to suck off since I’d be so damn worked up over all that demonstration. ’Cause the truth is I love sucking dick! Always have. Always will. Which is why I’m great…no, exceptional, at it. Sucking on the head of a nigga’s dick; twirling my tongue all over it, licking and lapping its slit—slick with his sweet precum, turns me the fuck on. I can’t deny it. There’s something about slobbering all over a dick, gliding my lips and mouth up and down its length that makes my pussy soooo wet. I don’t know. It’s almost as if I was born with two clits—one between my legs, and the other stuck somewhere between my tonsils and the little thingy that hangs in the back of my throat. Shit, that actually might be my clit, now that I think about it. The minute a dick pushes past that point, everything in me starts to tingle and I start creaming in my panties. I find that my orgasms intensify when my pussy is being eaten while I’m sucking a nigga off. The beautiful thing about dick sucking is that yo
u can swab a nigga down slow and seductive, making love to the dick. Or you can throat him real fast and nasty, necking him with a bunch of spit and shit-talking. Either way, there’s a nice delicious, hot, creamy treat waiting to erupt.
TWELVE
“Girl, the key to sucking a man’s dick is seducing him mentally first, then sucking him like you love him. Fuck his mind, make love to his dick. Stroke his ego, and worship the dick! That should be every woman’s strategy…You want it so that every time he sees you or hears your voice, he’ll think about how good you sucked down on his cock. In the still of the night when he’s lying in bed, alone—or with his woman next to him, his dick will brick up thinking about your head game…”
I’m not sure what made me think of this conversation. It was one of those rare off-the-record moments Bianca and I were having behind closed doors in my office a few years ago. And it has always stuck in the back of my mind because it is something I wholeheartedly agree with. Interestingly, when I asked her how she knew so much about dick sucking, she laughed, lowered her voice, and said: “Girlfriend, who isn’t sucking dick in the twenty-first century? And if it’s her man, she needs to be swallowing every drop of that dick milk. It does the body and face good!”
I laugh, replaying the conversation in my head. That damn Bianca is a mess, I think, opening another email. And that’s exactly why we clicked. I read, sighing.
Hello. R U still looking to suck cock? Would like some head. I like my balls licked and cock sucked nice and slow. Into face-fucking pretty chicks. DDF here expect the same. Hit me up if u still looking.
There’s no stat info, no pic, nothing that would make me want to reply back. I delete, and move onto the next. Wassup deep throat diva? How u? Itz been a minute since we chatted. Been thinkin bout u and that long, wet tongue wrapped around this dick. U still putting in that throat work? A nigga could definitely use some right now. Holla back. 973-333-5555.
I have no idea who this nigga is. I stare at the screen, trying to figure out who it might be. The email address, [email protected], doesn’t ring a bell. I go into my folders. Search through the emails I’ve saved of niggas who sent pics of their dicks, torsos, or full bodies. There’s no one with that email saved in the folder so I delete.
My cell rings. The special ring tone lets me know it’s Jasper calling. I sigh. Not sure if it’s out of relief or regret. I mean, a part of me is relieved that he is saving me from myself. Then there’s that part of me that wants to ignore the call. That feels like he is disrupting my secret moment. Damn him! I glance at the time on the laptop, getting up to retrieve my phone from off the bed. I can’t believe it’s almost nine o’clock. “Hey,” I say, walking back over to the laptop and sitting down.
“Yo, what’s good wit’ ya sexy-ass?”
I smile. “You,” I say, deleting the remaining twenty-eight emails.
“It better be.” I suck my teeth, sighing. He laughs. “What you up to?”
“Nothing.” I fake a yawn. “Resting; that’s about it. Did you work today?” For the last few weeks, he’s been on the books down at his boys detail shop, doing everything except detailing. These niggas always got some kind of scheme going on. I told Jasper when his ass gets got that I’m not trying to hear shit about it. He told me to stop wishing bad luck on him; that he’s got this. So, I’m leaving it alone.
“Yo, don’t start ya shit, Pasha.”
“How am I starting shit?” I ask, coyly. “I only asked you a question.”
