The club was thick with bodies filling every corner of the dance floor to the point where you could barely move. Amir made his way toward me through the crowd of people dancing, drinking, and smoking. He was wearing a black tank top and black jeans.
“You ready to go?” he asked.
“Lead the way.”
Amir took my hand into his, leading me past the schools of people toward the exit.
“Hey, where are you going?” one of the hood rats asked, tugging at Amir’s arm. They rolled their eyes, mean-mugging me when they saw that he had made his choice for tonight of who he wanted to be with. They were hating on me hard. If they had heat ray vision, they would have burned a hole clean through me.
“My wife and I have to get home. I think we left the iron on,” Amir joked.
“You married?” the one with the bronze lipstick asked loudly, hooking her hand on her side.
“Happily,” he said, gripping my hand.
I snickered at the element of surprise that ran across their faces like the cheap, Walmart makeup that caked their ugly mugs. As we walked hand in hand out of the club, I glanced over my left shoulder at the thirsty bitches and winked. They sucked their teeth and sneered.
All is not always fair, girls, I thought.
“So you want to follow me back to my place?” I asked.
“Girl, I would follow you anywhere. I’m parked over here in the black Mountaineer.”
“This is me right here.”
“I’ll be right behind you.”
I pushed my SUV as fast as I could back to my house, careful not to get stopped by the cops. They’re always out, looking to catch drunk drivers. By the time I was done with Amir, I would have him speaking in tongues once I threw this pussy down on him. He pulled up behind me in my driveway.
“This is nice.”
I tucked my clutch under my arm as we made our way to the front door. “It isn’t much, but this little box of sanity is mine.”
“So what kind of work do you do, if you don’t mind my asking?”
Amir’s question forced me to pull a lie out of my ass that would impress him. “I own my own salon over on South Monroe. Slick Cuts.” I pressed a key into the gold-plated lock and opened the door.
“I know it. My sister goes there to get her hair done. That’s a pretty high-end salon.”
“You didn’t know. It’s only the best hair salon in Tallahassee.”
As soon as we stepped in, Amir felt on my booty. I threw my clutch on the sofa and turned around to face him. This brother wasted no time pulling me into those massive muscle-bound arms of his, grabbing me like I was some prize he won. I wanted to be controlled tonight, taken over. We started kissing. Amir shoved his tongue into my mouth, but I didn’t give a damn. I ran my hand down to his crotch where the biggest bulge tented those tight black jeans. I began fighting with his belt, pulling it loose. I had problems with the clasp. Amir undid his jeans without any effort and unzipped. The imprint of his dick stretched the tight, white cotton of his drawers. I yanked the black denim down around his firm thighs.
Fuck yeah.
“Damn, Tangela,” he moaned as I traced his dick with my fingers.
A spot of sticky pre-cum soaked through the cotton. I used my tongue to lap it up. This was about to be some straight-up, freak-nasty shit. I had teased his young ass enough. I hooked my fingers over the elastic waistband of his underwear and pulled until Amir’s dick popped free from its cotton cocoon as if it had been held prisoner, aching to be released. It was nine inches, maybe ten, from what I could tell. Amir’s dick was circumcised with a single pencil-thick vein running along the top of the shaft. The crown of his piece was a caramel-sweet hue with a teardrop piss slit. His Brazil nut-size balls hung like earrings.
Damn, I thought.
A brother this fine, I don’t know why I was surprised by his endowment. I looked up at Amir as I started licking the tip of his dick, as I roped my juicy, cherry-red lips around the fat tip. I gently started to suck him, taking inch after Mandingo inch as I slid down his battering ram. I played with his balls, caressing them with two middle fingers. I pictured Kashawn’s face in the place of Amir’s as I slurped on his dick. I devoured him until I had his entire dick in my mouth, the tip of it banging against my tonsils.
“You keep on, and I’m gonna nut.”
I slowly pulled off his dick that was dripping wet with spit. He had another thing coming if he thought he was going to nut without satisfying my hungry pussy.
I got up off my knees. “Let’s continue this in my bedroom.”
With his dick hanging limp but hard over the waistband of his drawers, I led Amir up the stairs to my bedroom. You could have set your watch in the time it took for us to get out of our clothes. Amir couldn’t cut his eyes away from my breasts. I probably was the finest bitch that had ever stood in front of him. We were both butt-booty naked. His dick was throbbing like it was breathing. As we made out, I could feel Amir’s dick pressing hot and erect against my thighs. Amir moved down to my breasts, tongue-tickling my nipples, sucking them past his lips. I pulled this gorgeous half-black, half-Pakistani man onto the bed with me, his dick mashing against the pink lips of my pussy. Amir kept at my breasts, sucking crazy like he was trying to suck milk out of my breasts. I rolled on top of him. He moaned when I slid his dick in easy. He held onto my ass like handlebars as I rode his dick as if it was a Harley-Davidson between my robust thighs. I worked him steady, his dick stretching my sugar walls.
“Shit, girl,” he moaned under his breath.
Amir felt good as hell inside me. Before I could blink, he rolled me over, switching positions. He took my legs and pinned them atop his shoulders.
“Fuck yeah, baby. Tear it up, deep-dick this pussy.”
That night, Amir fucked me every which way: on my back, on my side, on my hands and knees, laying some Barnum & Bailey, acrobatic kind of fucking on me. The sound of the bed springs echoed throughout the bedroom.
“Damn, this is some good pussy.”
It turns me on when men talk dirty. “Take it. This pussy’s yours.”
I grabbed his ass with both hands, holding onto his double-chocolate, bubble booty tight. Each time I shut my eyes, Kashawn appeared, smiling down at me as he twisted me out. Bree didn’t deserve a man as good as him. It should be me. It always should have been me in that big house, sharing his bed, driving expensive cars, covered in furs, drenched in jewels from head to toenail. Amir flipped me over on my stomach, pulling my ass to his dick soaked with my juices. I thought to object when I felt the tip of his dick at my booty hole. I wasn’t too experienced in getting fucked up the ass. It wasn’t my favorite sexual position, but I didn’t mind it so much. A hole was a hole. I fisted the pillows over the slight discomfort that lasted for a few seconds. I was good once Amir slipped his dick in my butt.
The last man who took me from the back was Tyrique. It happened a few nights before Bree and Kashawn’s wedding. I never told a soul, not even Bree. Tallahassee is microscopic, and people around here can’t hold water. That’s why Tyrique was always throwing shade whenever he saw me, thinking that I was going to tell his wife. I didn’t find out that he was Kashawn’s friend until I saw him standing alongside Kashawn at the altar as the best man. And I was literally sitting behind Ebonya at the wedding. As far as I’m concerned, we both got what we wanted.
“Damn, I’m about to pop.”
“Do it. I want to feel your juices inside me.”
“Are you on the pill?”
What? Was this man serious?
“Yes.”
He pulled my hair as he fucked me, pressing me into my king-sized mattress.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhh, shit!”
Amir let loose. I lay there and took his essence inside me. I clenched my rim, forcing every drop of nut out of that baby arm-thick dick.
“Fuck, Tangela,” Amir said, collapsing next to me on his side.
Amir had gone from fine-ass bartender I wanted to fuck, to sweaty gorilla I was ready to kick to the curb. I had better things to do than lie in bed with him all night on cum-stained sheets. It was time for me to pull one of my tricks I did to get rid of one-night quickies. I slid naked out of bed and walked toward the door.
“Where are you going?” Amir sweetly pulled my arm, not wanting me to leave. Yeah, this brother was the clingy type. Probably got abandonment issues and I had zero fucking time for that.
“I need to check and see if the door is locked downstairs. I’ll be back.”
Amir lay flat in the middle of the bed, his arms tucked behind his head, his dick lying flaccid against his right thigh. “Hurry back. The way I feel, I can go another round.”
I scurried down the carpeted steps to the living room where I dialed my own number, forcing it to ring. I held it in the air to make sure Amir heard it going off. After two minutes, I ran back upstairs where Amir was lying under the covers. The white sheets juxtaposed against his chocolate-chocolate skin.
“Is everything okay?”
“Not really. It’s my girl, Bree. She’s on her way over. She and her husband just had another one of their drag-out fights.”
An expression of disappointment formed on Amir’s chiseled face. “She’s coming over now?”
I started to get dressed, slipping one leg and then the other back into my dress. Amir wouldn’t budge at first. He took me by the hand and pulled me back into bed, forcing his tongue into my mouth. I went with it if it meant getting him the hell up out of my house, but then he started feeling up my titties, attempting to coax me back into round two of sex.
“Babe, I really can’t. She says she’s only ten minutes away.” Amir gave me this puppy dog look in an attempt to soften my heart. “How about this right here: how about I cook you dinner sometime? I can make the hell out of some lasagna. It’ll be nice.”
Amir’s frown turned upside down. “I love lasagna. It’s a date. When?”
I grabbed his shirt off the floor and handed it to him. “I’ll call you.”
Amir took his tank top and put it on. “You don’t have my number.”
I searched the room until I saw a Post-It pad and pen on the nightstand. “What’s your number, baby?” I wrote it down as he read it off, stepping one firm leg at a time back into his underwear and jeans. I walked Amir to the door, my marble floor cold beneath my feet.
“Call me tomorrow,” he said.
“When’s the best time?” I put on a front like I gave a damn.
“I don’t go in until five tomorrow, so any time before that is cool.”
“Sounds good.” Amir leaned in to give me one last kiss. There was no tongue this time, but a light peck on the lips. “Have a good night,” he said. “Be safe.”
“You, too, baby. I’ll give you a call tomorrow.” I waved goodbye as I slowly shut the door. “Yeah, I’ll call you all right. Be sure to sit your ass by the phone until I do.” I laughed.