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“Nigga, you’re crazy.”
“Yeah, for ya sexy-ass. Now take these muhfuckas off ’fore I tear ’em off of you.” He starts pulling at my shirt, and tugging at my jeans. He unbuttons them, then gets down on his knees and yanks my pants down around my ankles. I step out of them, kicking them out of the way. He pulls my panties over to the side and begins licking and kissing on my pussy. I let out a soft moan, grabbing his head. I throw one leg up over his shoulder, giving him full access to my slippery slit.
Within moments of his tongue-assault on my clit and slit, I pump my hips and fuck his face, mouth, and tongue until I feel my first wave of orgasms washing over me. Jasper quickly stands up with his lips glazed with cum and begins kissing me. I reach down and start grabbing at his hard dick, sucking my juices from his lips and tongue. He quickly lifts me up by the hips, then reaches up under me and slaps his dick up against the back of my pussy before pushing the head in. Neither of us says a word as his cock and my cunt make music. Smacking and sloshing in between low, deep moans and guttural grunts and groans are the only sounds heard. I have my fingers interlocked behind his neck, leaning back, bouncing up and down on his dick as we stare into each other’s eyes.
I can read his thoughts through his eyes, and he is reading mine through mine. We are both in love; both horny; both in desperate need of release. I blink a few times, hoping he doesn’t look too deep into my eyes and uncover my deceit.
“Aaaah, shiiiiit…aaaaah, fuuuck, baby…you got my dick so…aaaaah, wet …”
“Oooh, yes…you make my pussy scream, Daddy…Oh, your dick is so good …”
“Yeah, wet that d
ick up, baby…let me get all up in that good pussy…goddamn, fuck!”
Ten strokes later we are both nutting; him deep inside of my smoldering hole. And me all over his pulsing cock. My juices, along with his, shimmy down the sides of his dick, then drip to his balls. “Damn, that shit was good,” he says, lightly kissing me on the lips. I continue pumping my hips on his dick until it goes limp and slips out of me. He puts me down. “I gotta bounce, baby.”
“I know,” I say, watching him put back on his clothes. He snatches up my panties and stuffs them in his front pocket. “I’ma need these for later tonight.”
I laugh. “You so fucking nasty,” I state, glad he’s not taking a pair of my expensive underwear this time.
He kisses me on the lips, grabbing my ass. “I wish I could bust another ’round up in you. I’ma hit you up in the morning.”
I smile. “Okay. Get back safe.”
“No doubt,” he says, kissing me. I part my lips and his tongue slips in, swirling around mine. “Damn, I gotta get the fuck on,” he states, pulling back. “I love the hell outta you, girl.”
“I know you do. I love you, too.”
I step behind the door as he opens it, then I shut and lock it behind him. I peek out of the window and watch him as he hops back in the car. It’s not until the lights flash on, the car backs out, and they head down the road that it dawns on me that this nigga can come through on some drive-by shit anytime he feels like it.
I climb the stairs to my bedroom, go into the bathroom, turn on the faucet and then wet a washcloth with soap and warm water. I wash the cum off that’s gliding down my legs, brush my teeth, then head back to bed. Exhausted and exhilarated. Damn, I really needed a dose of that good dick. I smile, pulling the sheets up over my sticky body and closing my eyes.
THIRTEEN
It’s been extra crazy here today. The salon has been packed since ten o’clock this morning with every stylist, nail technician, esthetician, pedicurist, and masseuse hopping around here trying to keep things moving, and keep customers from sitting up on top of each other. Though I’m not complaining, it’s been a damn zoo!
Today is the third day we’ve been running our “Nappy on the Go” special—a mani/pedi, full-body massage, facial, and hair—for two-hundred-and-fifty dollars. Something we like to do from time to time for clients who might like to do a little extra-pampering, but have limited funds due to the economy, plus it’s good for business.
Interestingly, most of the chicks coming in this afternoon for pedis are requesting the Bavarian Chocolate and the Chocolate Chip Cookie pedis we’re now offering. The Bavarian pedi starts off with a warm cocoa bath, followed by a cocoa and brown sugar scrub, followed by a chocolate syrup mask. The Chocolate Chip Cookie pedi starts with a vanilla soak, followed by a sugar and honey scrub with a chocolate mask and vanilla lotion rub. Chile, it’ll have your man wanting to lick the balls of your feet, and suck your damn toes off.
And all manis this week include a warm oiled stone massage and paraffin wax to deep moisturize those overworked hands, keeping them baby soft.
A few clients have also come in requesting our exclusive back facials to get those backs and shoulders ready for those strapless evenings. Mmmmph, there’s nothing worse than seeing a woman with her back out and it’s covered with pimples, blackheads, and blemishes. That’s a no-no. Definitely not a good look, boo! So, for a limited time, you can get all of these wonderful services that would normally cost close to a grand or more for a damn steal. Even the requests for Brazilian, chin, and lip waxes are crazy today, since we’re offering a two for one package. You can get your pubes and underarms, or chin and lip, or chest and legs, or any other combination, for the price of one.
Annnnyway, so here I am—on my feet, finishing up my girl Greta’s doobie when I see Big Booty sauntering through the salon’s door, like she’s ghetto-fabulous. There’s so much chitter-chatter and laughter going on that I can barely hear myself think. Let alone try to keep up with all the conversations going on around the room. Greta is finishing up telling me about her latest date. A retired army captain she met at a meet-and-greet social mixer in Newark last month who happens to be fifteen years older than her. “He’s a little older than what I’m used to, but—”
“Change is good,” I state, cutting in. “Besides, fifty isn’t that old.”
“Mmmph, it’s old enough. I mean, I’m thirty-five.”
“Okay, and?”
She shakes her head. “It’s gonna take me some time to handle that whole ’age is just a number’ thing.”
“Well, do you like him?”
“It’s too early to tell. We’ve been out on three dates so far, and each time he’s been very respectful.”
