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For some reason this…the drive, the feelings—everything about this ride over to the hotel feels strange. Okay, wrong. Still, I continue on my way. Continue pushing back the lies; continue pushing back the illusions; continue pushing back everything I have in Jasper—his love, in particular; continue pushing and pushing and pushing the nagging, aching feeling that I need to turn around and take my black ass home. But I don’t and I can’t. My lust won’t let me.
I pull into the parking lot, push back my guilt and drive around until I spot Mister Dark Stallion’s white Ford Explorer. He flashes his lights as instructed and I flash mine back, then park a few spaces from him. I check myself in the rearview mirror, applying a fresh coat of lip gloss, then get out of my car. We go through the formalities of greeting and sizing each other up. We both smile. He’s tall, dark and sexy; has a baldhead, smooth-shaven face, and a dimpled chin. I can tell underneath his Polo warm-up he has a nice body. I glance down at his Nike-clad feet. Take in his big feet, then glance at his thick hands. He soaks in my smooth, cocoa-brown skin, dreamy eyes, and luscious lips. His eyes wander along the dangerous curves of my body as I slowly turn around so he can get a full view of all of my assets. He tells me that he got here twenty minutes ago, and has already checked in. I smile as he gives me the room number. As always, I will go in first. Take the elevator to the fourth floor to the room, then wait for him to come in.
Five minutes later, he walks in. I am undressed and on my knees in the middle of the room in my negligee, waiting. I summon him with my index finger to come to me. Tell him to not speak. He grins. I stick two fingers in my mouth. Suck on them as he walks over to me. I reach up and start rubbing and massaging his cock over his sweat pants. My pussy leaks with excitement as his dick thickens. I pull him into me by the back of his legs, rub my face in his crotch area until he is completely hard. “I can’t wait to taste this big, black dick,” I tell him, reaching up and yanking his pants down. He removes his nylon jacket and t-shirt. I pull down his boxers and dick springs upward, almost hitting me in the eye. I smile at its length and thickness, licking my lips. I take it in my hand, looking up at him as I lick over the head, then slowly swirl my tongue around it. I do that a few times, then pucker my lips over it, gently sucking the tip of his dick, until he starts moaning and shaking. I replace my mouth with my hand and jerk his dick in upward strokes while licking and sucking on his balls.
“Aaaaah, damn, baby…you good…”
“I’m only getting started,” I state, getting up and pulling him by the shaft of his dick toward the bed. I push him back on it, then pull out a cherry-flavored condom that I stuck in the top part of my teddy. I tear the wrapper with my teeth, then lean in and roll it down onto his dick with my mouth. Once I have the condom down to the base, I push his dick deep into the back of my throat, then swallow him down, reaching between my legs and playing with my clit. I neck his dick, rapidly bobbing my head until he starts bouncing his legs.
“Fuck…aaaah, shiiiiiiiit…where the hell you been all my life, baby?” I pull his dick out and start slapping and smacking it against my lips and tongue, before shoving it back into my mouth. “You ’bout to make me nut…aaah, shiiit, baby…”
I continue sucking and slurping and gulping him down, cupping his balls. He lets out a loud moan. I pull his dick out of my mouth, yank off the condom, then rapidly stroke his dick until he shoots out a load of hot, foaming cum. He falls back on the bed to catch his breath, staring up at the ceiling—clearly dazed. I get up off my knees, wishing I could have swallowed down his thick nut.
“My turn,” I tell him, climbing up over his face, lowering my hips down to his mouth. My wet lips tingle in anticipation. “Eat my pussy, big daddy…”
“Damn,” he says, grabbing me by the hips, “you gotta pretty pussy.” He takes his tongue and laps around the outer edge of my wet lips, then pulls my lips back and starts licking my center. I grind my hips down on his mouth, rocking back and forth on his tongue. I fuck his face until my juices squirt out all over his face. “Aaaah, fuck, baby…you gotta wet, juicy pussy, baby,” he grunts as he slurps and licks. I squirt again. I finish cumming and roll off of him. Then look at him. He looks sexy as hell with his mouth and chin glazed with my juices. I lean over and start sucking his chin, then his lips, cleaning my stickiness off of him.
I roll back over onto my back. “Damn, baby,” he says, shaking his head. “Mmmph…you’re incredible. I don’t know where you learned to suck dick like that, but you need to insure that mouth and tongue of yours. They’re dangerous.” I smile. He faces me. Tells me how wicked my head game is. Asks me if I’m involved with anyone; tells me he’s married with two children. That his is name is Wil; that he’d like to see me again.
“Well, Wil,” I say, tracing his lips with my fingertip, “No, I’m not married, yet—engaged. My name is Deep Throat, and no, I don’t have children.”
He laughs. “Oh, okay, Deep Throat, I got you; no real names.”
“Exactly.” He asks if we can meet up again. I tell him not at this time. Shit, I know. I should have said not at all. Oh, well.
“You like fucking?”
“My pussy’s off limits to dick,” I tell him. “Mouth and tongue are the only things allowed near it.”
He laughs again. “I understand. Well, can I at least get another round of head for the road?”
I smile. “Baby,” I tell him, getting up to get another condom. “As good as your dick is, how ’bout I give you two rounds?”
“Aaaah, I love the sound of that.” He lays back, spreads his toned legs apart, and waits for me to get back between his thighs. I roll another condom down onto his dick, then suck the life out of him. Two hours later, I walk out of the hotel room with a well-licked pussy; and he walks out five minutes after me, well-sucked and drained to the last drop.
TWENTY-FIVE
Bitch, I think, glancing at the clock in my dashboard. 1:18 a.m., either your ass is stupid, crazy, or fucking obsessed with dick. With a nut on the loose, you had no business taking your ass out. You need to stop this shit, now! I sigh, pulling down my visor. I look at myself in the mirror, shaking my head.
“This dick sucking shit has really gotten out of hand,” I admit to myself, removing my key from out of the ignition. I grab my wallet and cell from off the passenger seat, get out of the car, then activate the car alarm. The minute I get up to my door and prepare to stick my key into the door, someone jumps out from behind the bushes that are situated next to the door and grabs me. I scream, but a gloved hand quickly covers my mouth.
“Shut the fuck up, you dick-suckin’ bitch. Or I’ll break your muthafuckin’ eye sockets.” The minute I hear his menacing voice, I literally piss on myself. It’s him. I thought he had gotten over the idea of me sucking him off. Thought he had gotten bored with harassing me and moved on to someone else. But, obviously he hasn’t. Now I wish I would have taken his warning serious. “Yeah, I bet you thought I was long gone, didn’t you? I wanted you to think that, ho. But I’ve been following your every move, slut. Now open ya fuckin’ door so I can get your tongue back up on this dick.”
OhmyGod! My heart literally sinks when I hear this. The crazy shit is a part of me would rather this be a random assault instead of some psycho nigga who I’ve sucked off. How the fuck will I ever be able explain myself out of this shit?
I’m not listed in the phonebook. My phone numbers are restricted. And I don’t use my home address for anything. All of my mail goes to a P.O. Box. So tracking where I live isn’t an easy feat. But with the internet, nothing is impossible.
On top of that, anytime I’ve ever gone out on the prowl, I have always
made it my business to be very careful about not pulling off until after they have, waiting at least ten to fifteen minutes. Then I don’t drive directly home. I circle the area, first, to make sure I’m not being followed before I head home. But this nigga right here had to have followed me from the salon. The one place I never thought I’d have to be careful.
“Hurry up, bitch!” he snaps, pushing me up against the door as I fumble with my keys. He keeps his hand covered over my mouth. My mind is made up. There’s no way I’m letting this nut-ass nigga into my home. I throw my keys across the yard, then slam the heel of my shoe into his shin as I attempt to bite his hand and fight him off of me. But he’s much stronger than I expected and his leather glove is too thick. He slaps me upside the head. And in that split second, I think I hear birds chirping.
In all of my life, I have never been hit by a man so this stuns the shit out of me. I wildly kick him in his shins and stomp on his feet until he loosens his grip on me. As soon as he does, I spin around and attempt to dig my nails into his face but he’s wearing a ski mask. He wrestles me down to the ground, grabbing me by the neck. I claw at him until my nails connect with skin, then I dig my nails into his flesh, digging in deep and drawing blood.
He punches me. “Aaah, fuck! Stupid bitch!”
I start screaming, kicking, punching and clawing at him. “Aaaaaaah… HELP! HE’S KILLING ME!” I knee him in his balls, causing him to yelp. Thank God a car is pulling up into my neighbor’s driveway. This nigga lets me go. He gets up and starts running down the street. He yells, “This shit ain’t over, bitch!” Clint, my next door neighbor, jumps out his car and comes running over to me.
