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“Damn, ma, you fine as hell,” Mr. Seven-And-A-Half says when I open the door of his burgundy Lexus GX470 and climb in.
I smile, licking my bottom lip. “And you’re not so bad looking yourself,” I tell him, downplaying his looks. But the nigga is extra F-I-N-E. He’s the color of milk chocolate and has the nerve to have hazel eyes. “Let me feel that dick,” I say, reaching over and grabbing at his sweats. I rub his crotch, and feel his dick stiffen. He leans his seat all the way back, putting his right arm up over the back of the passenger headrest. “I’m gonna suck this real good for you.”
“Oh yeah,” he says in a low, husky voice. “Show me.”
I tell him to lift up his shirt. He does, revealing a wave of tight, rippled abs with a patch of hair around his navel. I lick his stomach, groping his growing hard-on before sticking my hand down in the waistband of his sweats, then fishing out his dick. He doesn’t have on any underwear, and I’m impressed with what I feel. It’s hot and heavy and thicker than it looked in his picture.
“I hope it tastes as good as it looks,” I say, running my tongue up and down the backside of it, cupping his heavy balls, then slowly swirling my tongue around the head and over the slit.
He lets out a low moan.
I lap it nice and slow. Suck it lovingly; kiss it soothingly before opening my mouth, unlatching my jaws, and taking him all the way into my hot, hungry mouth. The head of his dick hits the back of my throat. I swallow. Let him block my airway and feel the snugness of my throat while licking his balls. My eyes water but there’s no gagging going on. I bob my head up and down as he thrusts his hips upward. Spit dribbles down around his balls. I pull his dick from out of my throat, then start sucking and jerking him off simultaneously.
He moans again, starts shifting in his seat. “Aaah, shiiit…uh…damn, ma…ohhh, fuck…Gotdamn, baby…you know howta suck some dick…. Uh…fuck…you ’bout to make me nut…”
I pick up speed, sucking and slurping and making popping sounds with my mouth. Loving the way his rock-hard cock feels in my hands, in my mouth, down in my throat. I suck him as if my life depends on it for survival. Lick him as if he’s a dripping ice cream cone. Pop him as if he’s the sweet sticky treat inside of a Charms lollipop. I alternate from throating him to sucking him to jerking and sucking him to licking him to throating him all over again until he hums and moans and chants and grabs the back of my head, palming it like a basketball, bouncing it up and down on his shaft.
“…I’m…uh…gettin’…oh, shiiiiit…ready…mmm, fuck…to…yeah, baby…uhhhh…”
I pull up off his dick and rapidly start jerking him off, twirling my hand over the head of his spit-covered cock. “Let me see you bust this fat dick…you liked that deep throat?”
“Aaaah, shit…oh…fuck yeah…” I start sucking on his balls, wetting them up, pulling them into my mouth one at a time, until I have them both in my mouth. A few minutes later, Mr. Seven-And-A-Half’s left leg starts to shake. He lets out a loud grunt and then shoots his nut up at the roof of the truck. “Whew, gotdaaaaaaaaamn, ma, that was the best fuckin’ head I’ve had, word up. You got that shit on lock, baby.”
I smile as I pull out two mango-scented Pleasure Wipes from my bag, handing him one, then using the other to wipe my mouth. “Glad you enjoyed it,” I say, opening the door.
He catches his breath, looks at me glassy eyed. “Enjoyed it?” he repeats, sluggishly. I stifle a snicker. Yeah, I practically sucked the life out of him. “Nah, I loved that shit, ma. If my girl sucked my dick the way you just did, I’d never leave the fuckin’ house.”
“Well, I’m sure she can try to match my skills. But know this, there’s only one Deep Throat Diva, baby. And I’m it.”
He grins, fixing himself. “That you are,” he says, eyeing me. “Baby, you’re a champion dick sucker and sexy as fuck. You can definitely make a cat fall for a fine-ass beauty like you.”
“Although I couldn’t blame him,” I say, grinning, “I would strongly advise against it.”
“Yeah, I feel you. You got a man?”
I laugh. “All you need to know is: I have a long throat.”
“Yo, you got a number I can hit you up on?”
“Have a good night, Mister Seven-And-A-Half.”
He laughs, shaking his head. “You, too, ma. I’ma holla.”
I close the door, walking off toward my car with the taste of his cock on my breath, smiling. I wait for him to pull off, then back out of my space, screeching off. I need to hurry and get home to play in my sopping wet pussy.
FOUR
“Good morning. Nappy No More. Pasha speaking.” I glance at the wall clock. It’s 8:36 a.m. I wait for the recording to finish, then press ONE.
“Hey, baby,” Jasper says. “How you?”
“Hey. I’m good, and you?”
“Chillin’, chillin’. Happy to hear my baby’s voice.”
I smile. He sounds like he’s in a good mood—for the moment, that is. No telling how long it will last, though. “It’s always good to hear yours, too.”
“It better be,” he teases, “wit’ ya, apple head. Or you know there’s gonna be repercussions like a muhfucka, right?”
