Beautiful black diva with a hot, wet mouth seeks sweet, black dick down in her neck. Deep…Deeper…Oh, yes…listen to the gurgling sounds that escape from the back of my throat as you thrust your powerful dick down into my throat, watching my neck expand to receive every inch of your pounding. If you like what you’ve read, and you’re ready to nut, reply back with complete stats: age, ht/wt, dick size. No fat men, no smelly men, no hanging bellies, no STDs; just long, hard, freshly-washed dicks!
I proofread what I’ve written, shaking my head. I chuckle to myself at the last line. It’s almost amusing and downright disturbing that grown-ass niggas have to be gently reminded (and told) to wash their damn asses before trying to serve up the dick to someone. I mean, really! Now don’t get it twisted, I don’t mind a little bit of man-musk funk every now and again; especially when it’s a natural odor that emits from moving around throughout the day. But, damnit…there’s a big difference between crusty-haven’t-washed-ya-ass-in-a-week funk to just-washed-this-morning-but-got-sweaty funk. Of course, a lot of these nasty-ass niggas wouldn’t understand that. Trifling!
I press the PUBLISH AD button, then click on the AOL icon. As soon as I type in my password, I am instantly greeted with the “you’ve got mail” voice. I click on my inbox, scanning my emails. My eyes scan through my messages. Mr. Seven-And-A-Half has sent me an email. I click it open. Hey beautiful. Would love another round of that bomb-ass head game of yours. Let me know what’s good.
I smile.
Now this might sound crazy to some of you…hell, to most of you, but I rarely suck off the same cock more than once unless it’s an exceptionally delicious piece of dick. Otherwise, I won’t waste my time, energy, or spit. Now, wait one minute. I already know bouncing from dick to dick is potentially more risky than if I were to find one or two steady streams of nut to suck until Jasper gets home. But, in my mind, that would open the door for more drama than necessary. The last thing I need, or want, is a no-string situation turning into a nigga getting attached. But every so often, I come across a nigga whose dick deserves a second—sometimes a third, and fourth—round of this deep throat action. And Mr. Seven-And-A-Half is it. I type back. I’m ready when u r
My brow furrows when I peep an email with the address: mydikneedsUrtongue2@gmail.com. The subject heading reads: U GOT ME FEENIN’! I click it open, then read its contents. Hey baby. Watz good withchu? I wanna feel ur tongue on my dick, again. Let’s meet up.
I type. Who are u? Then go down to the next message.
I click it open. You sound hot, baby. I love head, but my girl will only suck it a little. And she’s not very good at it. I am looking for a long, hot, wet, tight BJ to completion, while you play with your clit. Or if you prefer, I’ll eat ur pussy. YOU MUST HAVE a FACE pic to send, or I won’t meet. Yours gets mine. I am 5’10 180 muscular build, tattooed, mod hairy. A real man. 7 cut & thick. I am drug & disease free. I can only travel within 10 minutes of Livingston because I will have to sneak out while gf’s sleeping. I haven’t jerked off or had sex in over 2 weeks, so it should be a big load. U down?
I reply. Sorry, boo. I don’t send face pics. It’s too bad ur girl isn’t putting in any throat work. Hope u find someone who will. Good luck 2 u!
The next email reads: I’m what you’re looking for, beautiful. Well endowed man here. 35, blk, 5’9, 180lbs, brown eyes, powerful 9” very thick and cut, large head and full balls. Would love for you to come to my office so I can stretch your neck with all of this dick.
I type. Please send a cock pic. Thanks!
Next email: Hey there, beautiful. Bi-racial cat here: 44, 6’3 about 225 lbs, 36’’ waist, shaved balls. Married and love to get sucked. I’m also into some kink, like lightly twisting my balls, nipple clamps, etc. Can host in my backyard in a camper. Very discreet here; not looking for drama. I’m available after 11 tonight when wife goes to bed. If interested, let me know.
Kink? Mmmph…definitely not interested. I delete, shaking my head. All I’m looking for is a hard dick to suck. What the fuck is wrong with some of these niggas? Either they can’t read, or they’re plain stuck on stupid. In either case, it gets on my damn nerves!
Over the last year, since I’ve been posting these sex ads, I’ve come across a dozen or so men who have wanted something extra along with getting piped out. Like the nigga who could only get off if he got on all fours and had his dick sucked from the back. I sucked him off once. And probably would have sucked him off again had he not come out his face and asked me to lick his asshole, too. I was goddamn through! I couldn’t even finish the nigga off once he made that request, which pissed me the fuck off because he had one of those cucumber-thick, foot-long dongs that made my mouth water. It was a beautiful, mouthwatering piece of man meat.
Then there was another nigga I met online who wanted to smell my panties while I sucked him off. I really didn’t mind that part too much. What bothered me was him wanting me to push a dildo up in his ass. A finger, I can get with. But a motherfucker requesting an ass-fucking while I’m sucking on his dick…hmmph, now that’s a bit too extra for me. However, truth be told, I did it. I punched his asshole up real good with that dildo, and sucked him off so good he almost forgot his wife’s name. Still, I was looking at his ass real sideways. Not that I’m one to be judging anyone. Annnyway…
I click onto the next email. It’s from MydickneedsUrtongue2. U sucked me off about three months ago. I haven’t had my dick sucked like that since. Wanted to get at u again but got locked up. But I’m home now and ready for another round, tonight or sometime this weekend. U really know how to handle a dick. The whole time I was in the county, that’s all I kept thinking about.
The county? Nigga, please! I still have no clue who this man is. Not that his email gave me any real hints. Still, I have no interest in playing the guessing game with him. Obviously, this nigga has no clue how many dicks I’ve swallowed, especially in the last three months. Hell, at least ten or eleven. I type. Glad I was able to leave a lasting impression on you and your cock. But, that was a onetime slurp session, baby. Good luck 2u!
The next email reads: Hey baby. I had a bad day. Would love to release some stress tonight down in your throat. 6ft1, 195 lbs, gl blk dude, 37.
I click on the next email: 5 foot 9, two hundred fifty lbs, slightly hairy with 4 inch erect, very thin, uncut cock. Hope you’re okay with it. I roll my eyes. No piggy dick, I’m not! Delete!
Another email with an attachment comes in from Mydick-needsUrtongue 2. I open the attachment. It’s a picture of his long, veiny dick. Unfortunately, it still doesn’t tell me shit about who the hell it’s attached to. Nor does it change my mind about wetting it. I reply back: Thanks for the pic! I’m sure there are a ton of women who’d love to wet that up for you, but I’m gonna pass. Thanks though.
The next email is from Mister Seven-And-A-Half. Hey, baby. I can sneak out for a bit tonight. What about u?
I reply back. Tonight is perfect! Two minutes later, an IM screen pops up. It’s Mr. Seven-And-A-Half.
THICKSEVEN-AND-A-HALF4U: Wassup?
DEEPTHROATDIVA: Me sucking on that fat-ass dick. That’s what’s up
THICKSEVEN-AND-A-HALF4U: lmbao. I need that, bad! This dick’s hard as shit now thinkin bout it
DEEPTHROATDIVA: Mmmm. And my mouth is wet. I’m here drooling
THICKSEVEN-AND-A-HALF4U: Yo, I’m sayin, ma. What’s good? U wanna do this?
DEEPTHROATDIVA: Absolutely. But I should warn u. I’m really hungry tonight, so I hope u can bust more than 1 round
THICKSEVEN-AND-A-HALF4U: No doubt. I got u. Can we meet somewhere else besides in my truck? I wanna stretch out naked so you can get all up on these balls 2
DEEPTHROATDIVA: Where?
THICKSEVEN-AND-A-HALF4U: The Hilton in Elizabeth?
DEEPTHROATDIVA: on Spring St?
THICKSEVEN-AND-A-HALF4U:Yeah. 9 good?
DEEPTHROATDIVA:It’s perfect!
THICKSEVEN-AND-A-HALF4U: Aiight, bet. I’ll meet u in the pkg lot. And we can go from there
DEEPTHROATDIVA: C u then
As I’m preparing to exit out of the IM box, another IM screen pops up. What in the hell?
MYDICKNEEDSURTONGUE2: Hello
DEEPTHROATDIVA: Uh, hello 2 u
MYDICKNEEDSURTONGE2: U still sucking dick?
DEEPTHROATDIVA: Listen, I’m not sure who u r, but I said no thank you
MYDICKNEEDSURTONGUE2: So u sayin, no I can’t have that tongue game?
DEEPTHROATDIVA: Exactly
MYDICKNEEDSURTONGUE2: Oh, so u 2 good 4 a nigga like me. Is that it?
DEEPTHROATDIVA: It has nothing 2 do w/being 2 good. I’m not interested. That’s all
MYDICKNEEDSURTONGUE2: U not interested? How u know?
DEEPTHROATDIVA: Obviously I sucked u b/4, right?
MYDICKNEEDSURTONGUE2: No doubt!
DEEPTHROATDIVA: So if I’m not offering up another dose, then that must mean: a). I wasn’t impressed; or b): I’m not interested. U decide
MYDICKNEEDSURTONGUE2: Yo, u think u can get all up in a nigga’s head, then dismiss me? That’s peace. Stuck up bitch!!!!!
Bitch?! I frown. OhmyGod, did this nigga threaten me? Well, maybe he didn’t straight out threaten me, but it damn sure reads like a threat. See, now this motherfucker is taking it a bit too far now. “What a fucking whack job!” I say out loud. I’m tempted to curse his ass out, but decide getting into an internet squabble with some invisible nigga behind a screen isn’t worth the typing, nor the energy. I block him from my list, then click out of the IM screen instead. Then I sign out of AOL. There’s no need to continue going through emails, or dealing with IM’s when I’ve already made my plans for the night.
I get up from the computer, take off my robe, and toss it over onto the bed. I switch my ass into my bathroom to shower, thinking about all the little nasty dick sucking tricks I’m going to do on Mister Seven-And-A-Half tonight. The idea of having him buck-naked, spread out in the middle of a bed, is turning me on. Hmmm, I think, stepping into the shower. It’s been awhile since I’ve been eaten. If I get horny enough I may have to lower my pussy down on his face. I trim my cat hairs, then give it the extra attention it needs by placing the showerhead between my legs and letting the stream of water beat up against my clit until I release a stream of hot juices.
Forty minutes later, I am pulling up into the hotel’s parking lot. I slowly drive around until I spot his truck. He flashes his lights, and I pull into the parking space next to his. I take a deep breath. Tell myself that after tonight, I am shutting down my NastyFreaks4u page. With Jasper closer to coming home I can’t take any chances. “This is the last cock I suck,” I repeat in my head, commit it to memory. However, the scary thing is. Those same words aren’t committed to my heart.
“Damn you sexy as fuck,” he says, grinning the minute I step out of my car.
I smile, looking him up and down. Under the lights, this tall, sexy nigga looks finer than he did the first night I sucked him. “Thanks. You’re not so bad looking yourself.”
He grins wider. Tells me he already has the room for us, and hands me the room key. Tells me the room is on the third floor, and to go in before him. He’ll follow behind. I walk off popping my hips just enough to let him know what I’ve been blessed with underneath the garments.
Once inside the room, I quickly slip out of my clothes, then slip the hotel’s white complimentary robe over my crotchless, fishnet teddy. Five minutes later, Mister Seven-And-A-Half slides his room key in the door, then walks in.
The minute he shuts the door, I pounce on him, pushing him up against the door. I unbuckle his jeans, pull down his zipper, then slide my hand into the opening of his pants, stroking his dick over his boxers. He moans. “Damn, girl…I can’t wait to feel them lips on this dick. I’ve been thinkin’ ’bout them big, pretty lips all week.”
I look up at him and grin, squeezing his dick while slow stroking him. “Oh, yeah? And what have you been thinking about?”—I drop down to my knees, yanking his pants and underwear down in one swift motion—“This?” I ask, licking the tip of his dick.
“Oh, yeah, baby…”
“Or this?” I slowly suck on his balls, then pull them into my mouth; one at a time. I get them nice and wet with my spit.
He moans, again. “Aaah, shit, yeah. Damn, baby.”
My mind is made up. Tonight I’m going to make sweet love to this motherfucker’s cock. I grab it at the base with both of my hands, then gently stroke it while bobbing my neck back ’n forth along the length of his thick shaft. I start making loud slurping sounds with my mouth, then gurgle as the tip of his dick pushes past my tonsils. As he moans, I increase the suction on his cock, wrapping my hands along the back of his muscular thighs, then grip his calves, giving him my infamous no-hands-all-neck-and-throat action, ramming his dick in and out of my throat, which immediately causes his knees to buckle.
I slow down the pace, lick the underside of his dick, flick my tongue across his balls, then pucker my mouth around the head, twirling my tongue around it. I suck him in slow motion, moaning. My pussy is starting to overheat. It needs, aches, for attention. I want this nigga to tongue fuck me.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh, fuck! Shit! Goddamn, baby!” he cries out.
I pull back, close my eyes, and let him bust off. His nut hits my face, hard and hot, and has my creamy cunt dripping. I open my eyes and look up at him as I smear his gooey nut all over my lips. I stand up with his nut dangling from my eyes and nose and make my way into the bathroom. I run warm water on a washcloth, then begin wiping my mouth and face.
“Whew, baby! You got the head game on lock. I want some more of that shit.”
I stick my head out of the bathroom door. “Oh, so you think you can handle another round?”
“Hell fuckin’ yeah,” he says enthusiastically, walking up on me. He’s removed his jeans and boxers and is standing here with only a white wife beater on. He steps into the bathroom, turns on the water, and grabs a rag to wash himself off. But I stop him.
“Oh, no, Daddy…Leave that sticky cream for me. I’ll take care of you.”
“Oh, daaaamn. It’s like that?” I smile at him, nodding my head, then slowly lick my lips. “You sexy as hell, baby,” he says to me, taking his dick in his hand and lightly rubbing it.
“What time do you have to be home?” I ask, keeping my eyes locked on his cock, then slowly bringing them up to meet his eyes.
“I can hang for about two hours or so. Is that cool?”
I smile again. “Oh, it’s more than cool. Why don’t you and that fat dick go lie on the bed and wait for me.” He happily does what he’s told. And two minutes later, I step back into the room, sauntering over toward the bed, removing the bathrobe and letting it fall to the floor.
He lifts up on his forearms, takes in my body. “Daaaaaamn, baby…you can really make a nigga forget he got a girl.”
“Well, tonight,” I say, climbing up on the bed, shifting my body in the opposite direction of his, then straddling his face, “act like you don’t and eat my pussy while I suck this fat-ass dick. And if you can make my toes curl, I’m going to suck you until you nut down in my throat.”
“Ah, shit, baby…you ain’t said nothin’ but a word. Give me that pussy and let me show you what a nigga like me can do.”
And with that said, I lower my hips down on his face, then let out a moan as he begins lightly licking my juicy pussy. I lean forward and take his throbbing cock deep into my mouth and suck him, forgetting he has a girl. Forgetting I have a man. Forgetting the promise I made to myself earlier. And erasing any thoughts of ending these dick sucking adventures I’ve gotten myself so deep into anytime soon.