Okay, another question for you—and let’s see how many of you can get it right. What is the one thing that a man cherishes, and will die trying to protect; the one thing that will bring him the most drama if he isn’t able to be in control of it; the thing that will disrupt his life if not used wisely? Answer: His DICK!
Yes, his most prized possession. The thing he nurtures, and adores, and defines and measures his manhood by. The thing he takes pride in. The cock, the dick, the penis, the pipe, the wood, the schlong, the ding-dong, the ding-a-ling, the Jimmie, the Big Boy, the snake, the bamboo, the bozack, and a slew of other pet names assigned to describe his appendage. Hell, I remember having a man in my bed lying on his back with his legs spread wide, begging me to make his “hotdog” spit. Ugh! That was it for me. Dude had to go. Then there was one who had the nerve to tell me to suck the cream out of his “Twinkie.” Maybe it’s me, but a grown-ass man referring to his dick as a damn Twinkie has some serious issues, as far as I’m concerned. And I’m not sucking or fucking anything being likened to a damn sponge-cake filled with a bunch of white cream.
Anyway, dick (or whatever cute, little descriptive term used), is made to be sucked, to be fucked, to be pleased. And I have no problem doing what is necessary to take it on the most enjoyably wet, toe-curling ride of its life. I have no problem teasing it, tormenting it, or taming it.
And like I said before, when I’m fucking a man, my mission is to give him a total out-of-body experience. I want to take his breath away, then give it back. Make his damn toes curl, his nipples harden, his balls rattle, and his eyes roll all the way in the back of his head. Then when he’s about ready to bust that nut, make his body ripple with an electrical energy that shakes his soul. When I roll off of him, I know the mission is complete when he’s looking dazed and confused, then starts drooling and slurring his words, lying there paralyzed. Yep, I’ve fucked his ass into a stroke.
My phone rings. I am not familiar with the number, but I answer anyway. “Hello?”
“Hey, Beautiful,” the smooth, velvety voice says on the other end. “I’m in town for a few days and was hoping you had some time for me.”
It’s Maurice. He’s a cross country truck driver I met three years ago at a party in Brooklyn. He’s six-two, two hundred forty pounds of thick, dark-chocolate man meat who calls me whenever he’s in the area. The last time we fucked was about six months ago, so I’m down for another round of his nine and three-quarter inch dick with the thick vein running along the shaft. Mmmm. And of course he calls me, wanting to dip his dick into my sweetness. And, yes, he’s another man I’ve tongued down.
I smile. “Of course I do,” I say, imagining his pillow-soft lips on my nipples and clit. Mmmph. The thought of his dick up in my love basket sends chills down my spine. I’m telling you, there’s nothing like straddling a man’s face and cock, and riding his ass down into the mattress. Mmmm. And with Maurice, I can position his dick in me to hit every angle of my pussy and grind my clit against his pelvis to really get off. Oh, yes! The thought of shoving my panties in his mouth while I slam my wet, hot pussy down on his dick has me tingling. In my head, I hear myself telling him to lie back, and enjoy the damn ride. “What time you coming?”
“I’m on my way,” he says. “And I’m horny as hell, too.”
“Just how I like it,” I say, sliding my hands between my legs, then pulling open my lips. “Ooh, daddy,” I whisper. “I can’t wait to feel your dick in this pussy.”
“And this dick can’t wait to feel you,” he says. “I’ll be there in ’bout half an hour.”
I glance at the clock. 8:17 p.m. Oh, shit, I think, jumping out of the bed and racing to the bathroom. I have to freshen up this cat box.
Twenty minutes later, I am showered, and relaxed, and horny as hell. The thought of fucking Maurice has me on fire. I crave body contact, body heat. Humping and grinding. Mmm, I smell temptation in the air. Or is that sex? No, it’s Maurice ringing my doorbell.
I rub almond body butter into my smooth skin, then hurriedly pull out the bobbie pins that keep my wrap in place, and comb it out, allowing my hair to form around my face. I shake my hair, admiring its shine and bounce, then add a splash of cherry wine lipstick onto my lips. I slip on my red-lace robe and slide my feet into my black mules. I give myself a once-over in the mirror. I smile. You a bad bitch, I think, smiling as I head down the stairs to let in the dick for the night.
When I open the door, Maurice is standing there, smiling and holding a bouquet of flowers that he obviously got from Shoprite. But I am appreciative of the gesture. I smile back at him. “For me?” I ask, feigning surprise. I take the rainbow assortment of roses from him and bring them up to my nose. “Mmm, they smell pretty.” Every time he comes through, he brings a different bouquet of flowers. The last time he was here he brought me a bunch of damn, big-ass sunflowers. What the hell! But I graciously accepted them anyway because it was the thought that counted. “You are going to have me spoiled if you keep bringing me flowers every time I see you.”
Before he even gets the door closed, he is pulling me into him and prying my lips open with his tongue. I allow his cinnamon-flavored tongue to dance with mine. It is his kissing that gets my already hot juices to stir between my legs. Like Garrett, Maurice is really more than just a fuck for me. I genuinely like him, but unfortunately not enough to have him as my man. However, I like him enough to allow him to kiss me, use my shower, rest, eat whatever food he might bring or order in—’cause I don’t do any cooking for a man who isn’t mine—and I even allow him to hang around after the sex. He still has to be out of here before the sun comes up. All that waking up in my bed, looking for breakfast or another dish of pussy is out.
“Damn, girl you look good,” he says, stepping back from me. “I missed the hell outta you.” He grabs his crotch area. “Look how hard you got my dick, baby.”
I reach for the lump that has formed down the inner part of his thigh and lightly squeeze. “Oooh,” I moan. “I can’t wait to feel this fat dick up in me. I hope you ate before you got here ’cause I’ma fuck the shit out you, and I don’t want you passing out on me.”
He laughs. “Baby, I got two weeks’ worth of nut for you. So we can fuck all night if you want. Just let me take a quick shower.”
I smile, taking him by the hand and leading him to the stairs. I walk in front of him, seductively swinging my hips as we climb the stairs. My ass cheeks peek out from under the edge of my robe, and he grabs for them, palming a handful of my ass with his big hand.
“Damn, I’ve missed all that fat ass. Looks like it’s gotten fatter since the last time I came through.”
I playfully smack his hand away, racing up the stairs. He laughs, following behind me. And as soon as we get into the bedroom, he pounces on me like a sex-starved lion ready to devour its prey. I fall back on the bed and he falls on top of me, kissing me with a passion I never knew he possessed. And this shocks and excites me.
His tongue dances alongside of mine. It is eager and demanding. His kiss is causing electrical waves to jolt through my body. He is sucking on my bottom lip. I am sucking on his top lip, then his bottom lip. My pussy aches for his deep strokes. My clit pulses for his touch. I know I will fuck him right now if he doesn’t get off of me and go take his shower.
“Hold up, baby,” I say, prying his lips from mine. “Slow down. I’m not going anywhere.”
He kisses me again. “I know. I’ve missed you.”
“I can tell,” I say, smiling. I lean back on my right forearm, then raise my legs—bending them at the knees—and open them wide, showing him my dripping snatch. “And look how much this pussy missed you.”
He leans in and kisses the slit of my pussy, then slides his tongue in and stirs my fire. I let out a soft moan. “Oh, yes…eat that pussy baby. Mmmph…” He flicks my clit, then mounts his mouth over it and sucks on it, causing it to swell. I fall back on the bed, rest my legs up over his shoulders, then press his head deep in between my thighs. I thrust my hips upward. Fuck his face. Grind my pussy onto his soft lips and thick tongue. “Oh, yes…Oh, yes…oh, yes,” I chant. An orgasm is crashing against my walls, shaking my uterus. He senses this, and sticks his thick middle finger, then his index finger, inside of me, massaging the roof of my pussy. I twist and moan.
“Yeah, you like that, don’t you, baby?”
I moan.
“Yeah, that’s right, wet these fingers.” His thumb flicks against my clit, teasing it, taunting it, causing my pussy to grab his fingers. “That’s right, squeeze them fingers, baby. Bust that nut for daddy.”
I am bucking, and moaning, and cumming, and screaming. “Aaah, aaah, aaah…oh, shit. Aaah, aaaah, aaaah…”
He removes his fingers and replaces them with his tongue, digging deep into my treasure chest. My body shakes. The room spins. And I am cumming all over again.
When I am done, Maurice continues licking up my juices. And when he finally comes up for air, his lips are coated with my cream. I reach for him, pull him into me and lick his lips, suck on them. Kissing him, and tasting the sweet-tanginess of my pussy on his lips and tongue throws me into the most powerful orgasm I’ve had in weeks. We share a long passionate kiss for a few more minutes while I cum before he pulls back from me. “I better go get in the shower before I end up saying fuck it.”
I smile, panting. “Yeah, you better, ’cause I don’t want to be sucking on your smelly balls.”
He plants another kiss on my lips, then gets up. I watch him make his way into the bathroom. The water turns on; then the shower head comes to life. Maurice leaves the door open. It’s his unspoken way of inviting me to join him. I smile, knowingly. Oh, what the hell? I get up and remove my robe, then saunter into the bathroom.
I step into the shower behind him. He turns around to face me, smiling. I take the soap from his hand, and lather him up. I massage his dick and hairy balls, rinse him off. He does the same for me, then directs me to sit on the edge of my shower ledge and wrap my legs up over his shoulders so that he can eat and finger my pussy again. I reach for the shower rack, and pull down a string of beads. Maurice takes them from me, licks my clit until I am moaning, then sticks the anal beads into my ass one bead at a time. And when I start to cum, he increases the licking, fingering and pulling the beads out one at a time, driving me wild. I return the favor. I get down on my knees, kiss the tip of his dick, flicking my hot tongue over it, licking up and down his shaft as if it were a chocolate lollipop, then wrapping my lips around the head and sucking him slow and deep until his dick throbs. He dips at the knees, pumps his hips and face-fucks me with slow, long purposeful strokes. And when his balls tighten and dick thickens, I replace my mouth with my hands, jerking him off until a load of thick, white cum erupts from the head of his dick, like hot lava.
By the time we get back into the bedroom, we are so heated and horny from our shower episode that we are all over each other like wild savages, pulling and grabbing at each other. I push him down on the bed, slip on a condom and climb up on his dick. I lean forward, place the palm of my hands flat against his chest, and start licking and sucking on his nipples while he grips my hips, and thrusts his pelvis up and down, stabbing his dick in me. Mmmm. The shit feels so damn good.
I take his fingers into my mouth and slowly suck on them. By the way, did you ever notice how sucking on a man’s fingers turns him on? Well, most men that is. Anyway, more women should try it. So, here’s my personal tip: When you gently suck on them, love them with your tongue, sliding your lips all the way down to their knuckles, then licking the spaces in between. Trust me. The warmth and wetness of your mouth and the softness of your lips will drive them bananas every time.
Well, that’s if you’re doing it right. ’Cause if you’re sucking on a man’s fingers like they’re a chicken bone, he’ll be turned the hell off, and you’ll probably get punched in the eye. Bottom line, some chicks damn sure don’t know jack about being sensual. They get to sucking on shit, their stomachs start growling and then they start biting down on the man like he’s their last damn meal. Go figure.
Finally I lean back, sit all the way down on Maurice’s dick, reach around and start rubbing and massaging his balls and bouncing up and down on him. I lock my pussy around his cock, then fuck him into a seizure. He jerks and shakes underneath me. And by the time I am finished with him, I have ole boy stuttering.
Thirty minutes later, we are fucking again. I love intercrossing my legs with Maurice’s, and fucking him scissors-style because I can cup and massage his balls while he’s deep in me. And he loves watching his slick dick glide in and out of my smoldering wetness. I snap this pussy around his dick and make him feel like he’s floating on warm clouds. His dick always feels so damn good inside of me!
“Oh, aaah, shit,” he moans. “Damn, this pussy’s good.”
“Look how wet you make my pussy,” I whisper, watching his dick slide in and out of me. “Mmmm. Oh, this dick is sooooo good.” I pull in my bottom lip, close my eyes, and arch my back, slamming my pussy on his dick. We are bucking and moaning and drenched in sweat. We interlock our hands, then grind deep into each other until he is ready to nut. He quickly pulls his dick out, and snatches off his condom. I place my hand between my legs and massage my clit as he towers over me and jerks his dick until he shoots his hot cum all over my stomach and chest. Maurice leans over, kisses me again, then collapses beside me. Three minutes later, he is snoring.
I get up and wipe his nut off of me, then decide to take a quick shower. I turn the water on, and step in. I toss my head back and allow the pulsing water to beat against my body. I close my eyes and find myself having another one of my fantasy moments.
There’s an unknown naked man in my room. He’s dark chocolate, bald and delicious. His legs are gaped open and his dick and balls are freely hanging between his muscular legs. The sight of him makes my pussy twitch and I salivate as I get on my hands and knees and slowly start crawling towards him, licking my lips. My nameless guest looks down at his dick, then back up at me. He is smiling. He knows what I want. I instinctively know what he wants. And we are both eager to give it to the other. He leans all the way back in his seat, widens his legs as I approach, and waits.
When I finally reach him, I wrap my right hand around his cock and stroke it while I use my left hand to rub my clit. His dick thickens and I flick it with my tongue, then slowly wrap my lips around the head and swirl my tongue over it, cupping his big, smooth balls. The more of his dick I take it my mouth, the harder and longer it gets. I don’t bother measuring it with my ruler ’cause I already know from experience that it’s exactly ten inches. And I swallow down every inch of it until my lips are around the base. His toes open and close; his eyes roll in the back of his head; he bites on his bottom lip, then moans as I increase the intensity of my sucking and licking while gently juggling and massaging his balls. The fact that I don’t gag drives him wild, and he is pumping his hips, pushing his dick deep into my throat. And the minute I press my index finger onto his asshole, I can feel his heart beat in his dick and knows he’s ready to explode. And I let him. As his cream shoots down into my throat I slowly pull his dick out and suck ferociously on the head, making popping sounds. His leg shakes as he continues to shoot his man milk. It overflows from the corners of my mouth, then rolls down the shaft of his dick, and I greedily lick his creamy drippings up. When I am done cleaning his dick and balls with my tongue, he bends down and sucks on my lips, then shoves his tongue into my mouth, tasting his sweet, salty nut.
I grab the shower head, place it between my legs, and allow its warm stream to beat against my clit until I am having an orgasm. When I finish cumming, I finish my shower, then wrap myself in a towel. I walk into the bedroom, and notice Maurice has gotten underneath the blankets and has made himself comfortable. I glance at the clock. It’s 12:47 a.m. He looks so peaceful in his sleep.
I oil my body, then slip into the bed beside him, deciding to let him sleep. I set the alarm for four-thirty. This’ll give him enough time to get his self together before the sun comes up, I think, closing my eyes. I am feeling well-fucked and exhilarated. A smile forms across my face as thoughts of sweet dreams and a wet pussy invade my space.