Page 35 of Deep Throat Diva

DEEPTHROATDIVA: When and where?

THICKSEVEN-AND-A-HALF4U: Same spot. 8?

DEEPTHROATDIVA: Cool. C U then!

THICKSEVEN-AND-A-HALF4U: Bet

I close out the screen, then begin opening emails. There are several emails from niggas responding to last week’s ad posting. Most of them I delete. A few I read. Hello. I can definitely use some nice slow, wet head. I’m actually looking for someone to cum over and lick my girlfriend’s pussy juice off my cock. I fucked her this morning and still smell of her, and assume taste of her, too. 6 feet, 180, and seven cut here. I can host.

I frown. What the fuck?! Delete.

I move on to the next email. You: Just what I need! Me: 5ft10in 32years old brown hair/blue eyes, 180 lbs white guy with a lady back home but a hard dick here in need of some no-strings dick sucking. Always wanted to try a sexy, black woman.

I delete as I glance at the clock over on the nightstand. It reads: 6:23 P.M. I make a mental note to log off in another ten minutes so I can get ready to wet down Mr. Seven-And-A-Half’s dick. I decide to open two more emails, then delete the other eight.

Hello. Can you handle a cock over 8 inches? It’s pretty thick, too. Nice guy with a big cock looking for head. And if we click, I’ll eat your pussy and ass, or fuck you good. Prefer sweet, wet, hairy pussy.

I sigh, realizing stupid is what stupid does. And a lot of these motherfuckers are about as stupid as they come. I type: Hello, 8 inches? Baby, that’s a snack for a deep throat diva like me. What are your stats? Pic of the cock, please.

I open the next email. Hello. Are you still looking for a dick to suck? I’m always looking for a warm, wet mouth. Would love to get sucked off tonight and feed you a sweet load of cum. Mutual oral is cool, too. Love eating black pussy. 42, five-nine, one-ninety; 7 cut med-thick and meaty full balls that like to get worked over. Let me know if you’re still looking and interested. Thanks!

I delete, then log off. I remove my clothes, tossing them on the bed before walking into the bathroom to take a quick shower. I quickly shower, wrap myself in a plush towel, then oil my body with Vaseline Cocoa Butter. I stand in front of my mirror, gliding my hands over my body. My skin is smooth and silky. I allow my hands to wander over my firm breasts, over my flat stomach, then back up to my breasts, lightly pinching my nipples. They are the size of gumdrops; erect and eager for a tongue swirling over them, hungry for a mouth to devour them.

I slip into a faded denim skirt, then put on a denim jacket over a tangerine camisole. I fasten the last four buttons on the jacket, leaving the first two undone—showing off my ample cleavage. I slide my feet into a pair of orange Gucci stilettos, grab my hobo bag and keys, then head downstairs for the door. Just as I’m about to turn the knob to walk out, the house phone rings. Instead of ignoring it, I turn around and head to the kitchen to check the wall phone’s caller ID to see who’s calling. As luck would have it, it’s Jasper.

“Helllllooo,” I answer, trying to sound half asleep.

“Yo, baby,” he says over the noise in the background. “Sounds like you were sleepin’.”

“I was,” I lie, sitting my bag on top of the counter.

“What you doin’ home so early, anyway?”

“I wasn’t feeling well.”

“Damn, what’s wrong?”

“Cramps,” I say, shocked at how quickly the lies roll off my tongue. In all the years Jasper and I have been together, I’ve never felt the need to lie to him about anything—until now. I glance at my watch. It’s already a quarter to eight. “And I have a terrible headache.”

“Damn, baby. What’d you eat today?”

“I had a tuna salad earlier.” He asks if I think that might have made me sick. I tell him no. Tell him my period is about to come on. That I feel achy all over.

“See, baby, that’s why I gotta hurry up and get the fuck home. You need Daddy there to take care of you.”

“Awwww, I know. I wish you were here now. I need my back rubbed.”

“Baby, ya man’s ’bout to rub a whole lot more than that.”

“I can’t wait.” I let out a low groan, glancing at my watch. I need to get going.

“Listen, baby…I’ma let you get back to sleep, aiight?”

“Okay. Are you okay?”

“Oh, no doubt. I’m good, baby—real good. I’ma go on back and beat this hard-ass dick.”

“You so nasty,” I say, chuckling.

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