A possessed pussy can fuck a nigga’s demons loose…
“Yes, oooh, yesss. That’s it,” I murmur as Lamar licks the tip of my clit, his wet tongue exploring every angle of its distended flesh before trailing along the slit of my pussy. His tongue darts in, deep. “Oooh, yes, eat my pussy…”
I shiver as his strong hands ease over my hips. He inches up on his elbows and slides his palms under me, grabbing and squeezing my ass cheeks. His warm mouth blankets my pussy, his tongue swirling around my clit every so often, causing soft moans to float around the room.
Lying here naked with my hands tangled in Lamar’s locks while his face is pressed in between my thighs—knees bent up toward my chest—and his mouth and tongue feast on my pussy is not what I had planned for tonight.
No. Lamar isn’t supposed to be here, in my bed, between my legs. But he is. Mmmph…his tongue, his mouth, his fingers aren’t supposed to be causing heat to flare through my pussy.
But they are.
The wet smacking sounds his mouth makes as it slurps and gulps in my juices becomes a seductive melody to my ears. “Damn, baby,” he whispers against my pussy, “you taste good as fuck…mmmm…”
None of this should be happening. But it is.
Because I want it to. Because Lamar wants it to.
He’s offered himself to me, in any way needed. He’s, unexpectedly, become a window, an opened door, of opportunity. And I’m taking it.
So here he is.
Here I am. Thrusting my hips up, grinding my pussy into his mouth, fucking into his face, clutching his tongue as he pushes it deep inside of me.
“Mmmmhmm, there you go…get all up in that pussy.”
I play with my breasts, lifting my head and pushing them together, sucking and licking, my tongue twirling over and around my large brown areolas. My nipples are swollen and stiff and extremely sensitive as he circles his tongue around my wet pussy, shamelessly begging to feel his dick inside.
I’ve not seen his dick, yet. Have not even felt it. He’s still in his clothes. Eating my pussy is what I requested, but now I want more. I want him naked. Stretched out. His legs spread, his cock and balls on display. I want to throat his dick, wet it with a bunch of spit, then fuck it deep down into my neck, stroking my tonsils.
God, I hope this nigga doesn’t have a little-ass dick!
The size of his dick shouldn’t matter. I’m not trying to fall in love with his ass. I’m trying to get whatever it is he has to offer me. I know this. Still, sucking a small dick is not only going to be disappointing, it’ll be a fucking bore!
He grunts, his mouth full with pussy.
I moan, my body full of lust and fire.
“Oooh, yes, nibble all up on that pussy…mmm…”
I can’t front, can’t even pretend, that he’s not on top of his tongue game. His pussy-eating skills are heavenly. His lips and tongue feverishly devour my pussy lips in long, deep, wet strokes. “Ooooh, yes, motherfucker, yessss…”
He looks up at me. His lips are shiny, glazed, with my juices. Holding my gaze, he removes one hand from underneath me, licking his index and middle fingers. He slips them between my thick pussy lips, then thrusts them into my wetness, drawing a gasp from deep inside me. His fingers jam in deep, stirring and twisting, brushing up against my G-spot. “Yessss, get it, Daaadddy, yesss…”
Lamar finger-fucks my guts causing my whole body to quiver. I lift my legs and hook my arms in back of my knees, pulling them up over my shoulders, opening my pussy wider for him as he pumps his fingers inside of me in a steady rhythm.
Mmmm. As delicious as this feels, I’m ready for some dick. I want to feel him inside of me, fucking inside of me—my pussy, my mouth—deep and fast. I want to taste him. Suck him. Swallow all of him. But his only focus is devouring my pussy, its sweet, tangy juices coating his lips and his tongue and fingers.
He finally comes up for air, licking his cum-coated fingers, then lips. “Daaayumn, ma, your pussy’s so sweet. I wanna keep fuckin’ you wit’ my tongue ‘n’ these fingers until you nut so hard ‘n’ so much, baby, that your pussy juice soaks my hand, my lips, my tongue. Then I’ma push this hard-ass dick all the way up in you. Fuck you real good, Pasha. I’ma scrape ya insides up with this dick. That’s what you want, ma? Me to beat this gushy shit up for you?”
He says all this as he’s pressing on my clit with two fingertips, moving them in a circular motion. I grind my hips in anticipation. “Oooh, yessss. I want you to fuck my pussy. Gut my pussy. Uhhhh…I’m getting ready to cum…put your tongue back in me…”
His head lowers back into the space between my thighs, his tongue back into my throbbing wet pussy.
I gasp, growling low in my throat, tightening my fingers in his thick locks, while pushing him into my pussy. My thighs clamp around his ears. Goose bumps dot my skin as his head moves rapidly up and down, then side to side, his tongue in sync as his fingers hold my swollen cream-slick lips apart.
My hips buck.
“Yessss…get it, get it…oh, yes…eat my pussy…”
I moan. Allow myself to luxuriate in a few extra minutes of his lavish tongue-swab over my clit and pussy before loosening my thighs from around his head and reaching for him. “Get up,” I say breathlessly. “I wanna suck your dick.”
He hops up and begins stripping out of his clothes. His shirt hits the floor first, followed by his wife beater. I take in his dark muscular torso. His bulging biceps, his chiseled triceps and broad shoulders are the result of long hours spent in the gym. I lean up on my forearms, eye his dark-pebbled nipples. I have the urge to lick them. My gaze travels along the fine black trail of hair that leads from under his belly button down into the waist of his jeans.
I hold my breath as he unbuckles his belt, unzips his pants, then drops them. I tell him to keep his red and black striped boxers on. I can see the imprint of his cock. It is swollen, but not brick hard—not, yet. I scoot down off the bed and kneel down in front of him. My knees sinking into the carpet as I lean in and kiss the outline of his shaft. Then lick it. Then slowly suck the tip of his hanging dick over his underwear.
I tease him. Nibbling all over the steady-growing dick, then abandoning it, trailing my tongue up the inside of his leg, around his knee, then up his thigh, my wet tongue streaking his skin along the way back up to his crotch.
He moans. “Aaaaah, shit, yo…mmmm…what the fuck…?”
I take a deep breath, reach for the waistband of his boxers and yank them down. I exhale, relieved and pleasantly surprised as my gaze measures the length of his smooth dark dick. It’s thick and curved. Nestled in a thick patch of black pubic hair.
I reach for it. Hold it in my hand. Marvel at how hot it is. How heavy it is. I inhale the mixture of soap and his man scent that clings in his pubic hair and wafts from underneath his medium-size balls. They’re about the size of golf balls. I cup them. Massage them, then slip them into my mouth, slathering them with a bunch of saliva while wrapping my soft hand over the head of his dick, stroking it, taunting it.
“Aaaah, shiiiit…”
“Does your girl tease your cock with her tongue?” I ask, tracing my tongue along his piss slit, then around the head, slowly sliding it down along each side of his thick shaft. I allow my tongue to lightly flick around his balls, then slide back up the backside of his dick.
He moans.
My lashes flutter as I glance up at him. “Or does she suck you fast and hard and nasty?”
Before he can respond, I plunge his dick all the way into the back of my mouth. It’s luxuriously wet with excitement as the head of his dick pushes past my tonsils, the warmth of my throat heating his cock. There aren’t too many bitches hungry for the dick the way I am, who can hold a dick in their throat the way I can, for as long as I can. And the niggas who experience a taste of this deep throat usually can’t hold out long.
He’ll be no exception.
He’s already trembling.
Already bucking.
It becomes a game to me. To see how fast I can make a nigga nut.
I grip the back of his thighs as he finally grabs me by the back of my head and bangs his hips hard against my face, his balls rapidly slapping my chin.
I grunt, reach between my thighs, slip two fingers inside my cum-soaked pussy, then pull out and glide them over my swollen clit. I pinch it.
Lamar pulls his dick out and slams it back into my throat over and over again. His balls tighten. I grab his ass. Dig my nails into his flesh, then glide a finger along the center of his crack. He plunges in and out of my neck tunnel.
It’s only a matter of time, seconds, before he explodes into my neck.
His legs shake. One knee loses balance and he almost topples over, reaching for the bed to brace himself. He is grunting and growling and clutching the carpet beneath his feet with his toes.
Yes, you horny motherfucker, I think, sucking him hard. His hand stays clamped around the back of my head. Give me that hot nut!
He groans, his hips rotating to the pulsing rhythm of my mouth. The way he’s grunting and fucking into my mouth, I know it isn’t going to take much longer before he is filling my mouth with his hot, creamy seeds.
And he doesn’t.
“Uh, uh, uh, uh…aah, aaah, aaah…”
I spin his top in less than eight minutes. Pleased.
He staggers, then collapses onto the bed. He turns to face me. His eyes, glossy and dazed. “Goddamn, that shit was good.”
Of course it was. I grin. Tell him to turn over on his back. “I’m not done with you,” I say crawling on top of him. I position my pussy over his dick, then slide its length along my sopping slit, bathing it in a fresh batch of my pussy juice. I lean into his ear. “I’m going to suck the life out of you tonight, nigga. By the time I’m finished with you, you’re going to forget your own name.”
“Oh, word?”
I shift my body around into the sixty-nine position, taking his dick back into my mouth. I suck him hands free, lowering my pussy onto his mouth. His tongue slinks its way back into my slit. My hands curl in the sheets, clutching them as I ride his tongue.
No, I don’t want this nigga. He’s simply a pawn, a means to a very dangerous end. But for now, I suck him for everything he is.
And give into the sensations. Ride the wave of pleasure and cum, filling his mouth with everything I am.