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y for a few minutes, before she complains about her jaws being tired. The last time she did it, he claims she ended up throwing up all over his dick. Humph. Lame-ass! That shit is so fucking whack! Who in the hell doesn’t suck dick in the twenty-first century? Humph.

Well, obviously, that bitch sure as hell doesn’t. So, every now and again, when I feel up to it, I suck him all the way down to the base while licking his balls and let him get his nut, then send him back home to his non-dick-sucking whack-ass “wifey” with my pussy juice smeared all over his face and thick lips.

Tyrese strokes his dick as he watches me suck on my fingers. Now listen up. The key to sucking a man’s dick is seducing him mentally first, then sucking him like you love him. Fuck his mind, make love to his dick. Stroke his ego, and worship the dick. That’s my strategy. And it generally works. Every time he sees you or hears your voice, he’ll think about how good you sucked down his cock. In the still of the night, when he’s lying next to his woman, his dick will brick up thinking about your head game. He’ll be wondering when (and how) he can get you to wrap your soft lips around his shit again. Trust me. Nine times out of ten, his chick isn’t doing it right or doing it at all, as in Tyrese’s case. And for the record, there’s not a man yet who hasn’t begged me to suck him again once he’s experienced this bottomless throat.

“Yeah, daddy, just like that. Stroke that fat cock for me.”

“You like watching me stroke this big dick, don’t you? You want me to slam this fat dick in your pussy?”

“Yessss, daddy,” I coo, turning around and pulling open my ass cheeks, giving him a rear view of my pussy. “Look how wet you got this pussy.” I reach between my legs and slide two fingers into my love nest, winding and thrusting my hips. I glance over my shoulder to see him stroking his cock a mile a minute. “I’ma suck that dick so good. Ooh, I can’t wait to suck that big dick,” I tell him, turning back to face him, slowly making my way over to the bed. “I want you to wrap your hands around my head and shove it all the way down my throat. I want you to pump and grind your cock down in my throat. Fuck my hot throat like it’s a pussy. I want you to watch your dick get lost in and out of my neck. Can you do that, daddy?”

The more I talk the harder and thicker his dick gets, and the wetter my pussy gets. I’m working him up, but I am also working myself up as I imagine him pressing the inside of his muscular thighs on either side of my head, and slow-fucking my face, spreading open my throat, stretching my neck, sliding his dick in and out and it getting all slick from my spit. I pinch my clit and let out a moan.

“Aaah, shit,” he moans. “Look how hard you got this dick. Stop playing and come over here and suck this shit.”

“Oh, you ready to have this throat wrapped around your dick, huh?” I ask as I climb up on the bed, then crawl between his legs. I take his dick in my hands, squeeze it at the base, kiss the tip, slide my lips back and forth, then up and down along the shaft, then slap the center of my wet lips with it. I allow it to make smacking sounds against my lips for several minutes until my mouth overflows with saliva, and then…I slowly slide his dick into my mouth.

He moans.

Now I don’t know about you, but I love to hear a man moan. And I love it when he talks dirty to me, pulls my hair, grabs me by the back of the head and face fucks, skull fucks, or whatever else you want to call it when I’m sucking his dick. Oooh, baby. You want to see how fast my panties get soaked, do all the above and it’s on.

“You like that?” I ask, slipping his dick out of my mouth, then sliding it back in.

He moans again. “Yeah, baby. I love them lips on this dick. Ah, shit.”

I decide it’s time to shift my position so that I can really get this neck stretched. I pull up off his dick.

“Yo, that’s good. Why you stop?” he asks, sounding all desperate and confused and whatnot.

“I’m changing positions so I can really get at your cock,” I say, turning around so that I am lying across the bed. “Stand up over me,” I tell him, resting my neck on the edge of the bed so that my head is hanging upside down. Okay, now pay attention. This is where it starts to get fun. Tyrese jumps out of bed with his stiff dick swaying side to side like a sword preparing for battle. He hovers over me with his dick twitching. It bounces in anticipation of what’s to come. I grab his dick, open my mouth, extend the tip of my tongue past my bottom lip (this helps flatten the tongue), then guide the head in, forcing the back of my throat open as if I’m yawning (this creates a larger opening for the dick).

“Oh, shit,” he moans, trying to push more of his dick in. But I am the one in control, and he knows this. I’ve learned that an overzealous man will try to ram his cock down in your wind-pipe if you let him. And I’m not the one, which is why my hand stays on it to guide it at my pace. Not his. I tighten my grip on his dick, then take a deep breath and slowly slide the length of his cock all the way into my mouth, along my tongue. I remember the first few times I tried this, I felt the urge to gag, but I would stop, leave the dick where it was for a few minutes, then pull it out. I kept repeating that until I finally mastered taking it all and was able to swallow the whole dick as I was doing now. Now you’ll have to excuse me; it’s going to be a bit complicated trying to talk with a mouth full of dick so sit and watch. Gurgling sounds come from the back of my throat. He has his groin pressed up against my nose, grinding himself into my mouth. “Ah, fuck…damn, you can suck some dick.”

I reach out and grab Tyrese’s ass, pulling him deeper into my throat. I remember to breathe through my nose so that I don’t choke to death. Tyrese is skull-fucking me lovely, and I am wetting his cock with my wet throat and the spit that dribbles out of the sides of my mouth. He reaches over me and slides his hand back and forth over my pussy, then presses on my clit and strokes it. I thrust my hips up, and a moan escapes me as he slides two fingers into me and finger-pops my juicy fruit.

“Oh, fuck,” he grunts. “Aah, shit…I’m getting ready to cum…” He’s riding my face like his cock is on fire and he’s trying to get my throat to put out the flames. “Oh, shit…uhh…fuck…”

Now, listen…I’m not promoting it (safe sex is first), but it’s probably a better idea to deep throat a man raw, or make sure the rubber is extremely lubricated to avoid getting a condom lodged in your throat. That is not a good look, okay? However, if you do him raw, I can almost assure you he is going to want to bust his baby batter down in your throat. Believe that. But with so much shit out here, I encourage not giving it raw to just anyone. They really have some wonderful flavored condoms that make it really cute to stay on your knees gulping down a dick.

But for the cum lover in you who might be afraid of the taste or throwing up, lean your head all the way back as far as you can, get the head of his dick as far down your throat as you can, and when he pumps that thick, hot cream down in your throat it’ll slide down nice and easy. It’ll be finger-licking good. Trust me. It turns a man on when you guzzle it all down. Yep, right down to the last damn drop. From my lips to his dick…enjoy the journey!

CHAPTER SIX

It’s only ten o’clock in the morning, and I’m already sitting here at my desk, disgusted. It’s bad enough I don’t even feel like being here today. It started at eight-thirty when I was standing in line at Commerce—oops, I mean, TD—Bank, trying to make a deposit. The line was long as hell and they only had two tellers working. Something had told me to go through the drive-thru but against my better judgment, I hadn’t. So I’m patiently waiting for the line to move along when this chick in back of me starts talking to two other chicks, telling them how her man had gotten a suite at the Borgata in Atlantic City and how he had rocked her socks off with his love making. And how she felt he was “the one.” She was giving her audience an earful of juicy tidbits. I glanced back a few times. By the way they were staring at her, I could tell they were clinging to her every word, practically salivating. I bet these new Gucci heels that one of them hoes wished she were in her place. I had to shake my damn head. Some women really don’t know when not to run their mouths when it comes to their men and their relationships. Only a careless bitch is going to brag about what her man does for her financially, sexually, or otherwise. I’m telling you, by the time I walked up out of that bank, not only did I know that chick’s whole life, I had a banging-ass headache.

Humph, so that was the start of my day, along with popping two Excedrin. Then I come up in here and have to be surrounded by a bunch of nosey-assed, phony women. Some days I can deal with it, but not today. I’m not sure if it’s because I’m tired from being up fucking most of the night, then waking up and masturbating myself back to sleep; or if it’s that I’m in need of a change, or maybe a damn vacation. Whatever it is, I’m beat today.

Between you and me, I can’t stand working around a bunch of bitches. Okay, maybe I shouldn’t keep using that word to address women, but…dammit, say what you want, that’s exactly what the hell some of these woman I work with are. I mean, downright petty and jealous. Someone is always talking about somebody else instead of focusing on themselves. And if they’re not gossiping about, or lying on, somebody, they’re around here trying to figure out who’s fucking whose man. I mean, really. Give me a damn break. It isn’t that serious.

Then you have the ones who come up in here and blab all of their business, letting everyone in earshot know what they did, who they did it with, and where they did it. Humph. Or they’re sharing their sob stories about their men, disclosing all their family secrets, or bragging about what they have. Then they got the nerve to get pissed when they find out someone is talking about them. I’m like, “Bitch, are you serious? If you learned to keep your damn mouth shut, maybe you wouldn’t have to worry about someone putting your shit on blast.”

I tell you, it’s sickening. This is exactly why I don’t fuck with any of these hoes in this building. They all know not to come to me with none of that shit ’cause I don’t want to hear nothing that comes out of any of these mountain coons’ mouths. You’d think working in a so-called professional environment would thwart the pettiness and cattiness. Not! Some of these bitches are worse than someone with less education, or experience. Always b

ackstabbing, and undermining someone who they think is a threat. And the gossip mill is constantly churning. Education definitely has nothing to do with being an ignorant-ass, trouble making bitch.

I can’t be so bothered. I come to work, do my job, and keep it moving. And it kills ’em, ’cause they don’t know shit about me. Other than that, I own my own home, drive a Mercedes CL550, and wear designer shit to work every day of the week. They don’t know jack, and that’s exactly how I’m going to keep it. No, I don’t want to go out for drinks after work. No, I don’t want to do lunch with your fake ass. No, I don’t want to know shit about your personal life because I’m not telling you shit about mine. No, your nosey-ass can’t stop by my home to see how I’m living. So beat it!

Of course word around the building is that I think I’m better than everybody else. Hmmm, what’s the word they use? Oh, yeah…stuck-up! Well, that works for me. ’Cause I love having a stiff dick “stuck up” in me. So say what you want. I’ve never cared about what someone else thought about me any damn way. Other than a hello, and maybe an occasional lunch gathering, I stay as far the hell away as I can from all of ’em. Well, okay, with the exception of Nahdirah, whom I marginally consider a friend—and I’m using the term friend loosely—I have very little patience or tolerance for any of ’em. Nahdirah’s ass is starting to wear my nerves thin as well.

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