Page 58 of Deep Throat Diva

He looked at me surprised. “Word?” he asked excitedly. “You want me to call my niggas and tell ’em to come through?”

“Not niggas,” I corrected, stroking his sticky dick. “Nigga, as in one of your boys. But there are some ground rules. No phones, no cameras, no video recording devices. The only thing he can bring with him is a hard, clean—and I do mean, clean, dick. Understand?”

His face lit up like at kid at Christmas. “No doubt.” I rolled off of him onto my back, playing in my pussy. “Can we fuck you?”

I smiled, shaking my head. I couldn’t blame him for wanting to feel my pussy wrapped around his dick. After all, he’d already had his tongue in it. “No. There’s no fucking involved. Sucking dick and eating my pussy are the only two things on the menu tonight. Make sure your boy understands the rules.”

“I gotchu, ma,” he said, retrieving his cell. “Aye, yo, my nig…guess what? ’Member the chick I was tellin’ you ’bout?…” he lowered his voice, glancing over at me. I pretended to be too caught up in the throes of a self-induced orgasm to be paying him any attention. “…yeah, son…Yo, she wanna a threesome, my nig…Nah, she ain’t fuckin’…she suckin’ and gulpin, son…You wit’ it? Bet…” he gave his boy the name of the motel, then told him what the ground rules were. “…aiight, no doubt. Hit me on the hip when you ’bout to get here…aiight, one!”

Forty minutes later, his boy walked through the door wearing baggy jeans, a long white tee and a pair of Timberland boots. He had a fitted Yankees cap on his head. The chitchat and banter were kept to a minimum. I told the young buck to strip down, and surprisingly his dick was already brick hard by the time he stepped out of his boxers. I summoned him over to the bed with my finger, then laid back and hung my head over the edge of the bed.

I opened my mouth, then reached up and guided his young hard dick down into my throat while his boy ate my pussy. By the time we finished, it was almost three in the morning and I had them both stumbling out of there with empty sacks.

“Hey,” I hear in my head. “Pasha, yo, wake up.” I open my eyes, realizing I had dozed off. Jasper is fully dressed, standing in the doorway, leaning up against the frame of the door. I blink, wiping drool from the corner of my mouth. “Yo, that musta been some kinda dreamin’,” he says, frowning.

“What are you talking about?” I ask, reaching over and flipping up the lever for the drain.

“You were in here moaning.”

I laugh, sucking my teeth, trying to play it off. “Boy, I was not.”

“Yeah, aiight. I know what I heard,” he says, stepping into the bathroom, grabbing my towel.

I ignore him. “OhmyGod, what time is it?”

“Time for you to get ya ass up outta there.” I stand, letting the remnants of soapsuds glide down my body. The chill causes my nipples to harden like milk duds. Jasper inadvertently licks his lips, letting his gaze fall on my titties. “Here. Let me.”

He opens the towel. And I step in.

“Damn, my baby’s sexy as hell,” he says, lightly drying me off. I raise my arms up over my head, smiling. “Let me find out you in here dreamin’ ’bout some other nigga, aiight? And I’ma bust ya ass, yo.”

I suck my teeth, rolling my eyes. “Jasper, don’t start your shit. We had a good day without any incidences so, please, let’s not fuck it up.”

“Yeah, aiight,” he says, drying my body. “You’ve been warned, Pash.”

I stare him down, shaking my head. “Whatever. Where you going?”

“Stax is comin’ through to scoop me up. I gotta make a few runs before I head back to the halfway house.” He lets out a frustrated sigh. “I can’t wait for this shit to be over wit’ so I can be home wit’ ya sexy ass for good.”

“I can’t wait either,” I assure him, taking my towel from him. I wrap it around my breast, then tuck the ends in, walking out into the bedroom. The room is a mess. Shit is thrown all over the place. I start picking up clothes. “Umm, what kind of runs you need to make?”

“Business,” he says, grinning.

“What kind of business?”

“Yo, chill,” he says, picking up my purple bikini-cut panties. I catch him sniffing them, then sticking them in his pocket. “I got this.”

“Ugh, you’re disgusting. What’s up with you taking my underwear with you? That’s like the third pair you’ve taken.”

“And? Was those ya last pair or somethin’?”

I roll my eyes. “No, smart-ass.”

“Oh, aiight, then.” I lotion my body up with Victoria Secret’s peach lotion, then slip into a pair of pink thongs and a matching bra. Jasper watches me. “Yo, where you going?”

“To the mall,” I tell him.

“Oh, now all of a sudden you takin’ ya ass to the mall. Yeah, aiight.”

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