Deep Throat Diva (16 page)

T
HICKSEVEN-AND-A-HALF4U
: 2 late!

D
EEPTHROATDIVA
: Poor u! Let me find out u a nut on the loose

T
HICKSEVEN-AND-A-HALF4U
: LOL. Never that, baby. Ur screen name gets my dick hard

D
EEPTHROATDIVA
: So u want me 2 suck that shit for u?

T
HICKSEVEN-AND-A-HALF4U
: All night!

Instead of taking heed to the voice in my head, telling me to dead this—
now
, I start to rationalize my thinking. If I throat him this last time, I can get this out of my system—now, instead of posting another ad.

Besides, this nigga does have some good dick.
And that nut…oh Lord…yes, I let him bust in my mouth, and I swallowed him. And it was good to the last damn drop! It had been so long since I actually ate a nut out of a dick. But he had earned that extra treat. The way he ate my pussy the last time I was with him, he was the first nigga I actually contemplated giving some pussy to. Thank God I’m grounded. Otherwise I would have been bouncing up and down on his cock with no thought or regard for Jasper or my promise to him. I know in my heart what I need to do, what I’m supposed to do. But the freak in me overturns any rational decision of doing what’s right. I take in a deep breath as I type.

D
EEPTHROATDIVA
: When and where?

T
HICKSEVEN-AND-A-HALF4U
: Same spot. 8?

D
EEPTHROATDIVA
: Cool. C U then!

T
HICKSEVEN-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.

“Yeah, I’m nasty for you. I want some pussy.”

“And this pussy wants you,” I say, moaning. Talking to Jasper, hearing his voice, has only escalated my horniness, and has made me that more eager to rush over to the Marriott to get this pussy sucked and licked on—and, yes, gobble down on some cock.

“Getting home to you, and getting up in that pussy—making love to my baby—is all I think about, feel me? You got ya man sprung.”

OhmyGod, what he says pulls at my heart.

“Jasper, baby, you coming home is all I think about as well. It’s almost over.”

“No doubt, baby. Look, go on back to sleep. Feel better. I’ll hit you up in the mornin’, aiight?”

“Okay, thanks. I love you.”

“I love you, too—for
life
.” On that note, we hang up, and I quickly grab my shit and race for the door.
For life
, I repeat in my head. At the rate I’m going, I won’t have much life in me left if I don’t stop this madness. And stop it soon! But knowing this doesn’t keep me from cranking up my engine and peeling out of my driveway, heading toward some hard cock.

By the time I pull up into the hotel parking lot, it’s already eight-thirty. I see Mister Seven’s truck as he flashes his lights. I pull up beside him and park. We both get out of our rides at the same time.

“Hey, what’s good, beautiful? For a minute there, I thought you was gonna stand a brotha up.”

“Never that,” I say without thinking. “Umm…I meant…definitely not. I got caught up in something that I had to handle first.”

“Oh, I feel you,” he says, handing me the room key. “Everything aiight?”

I nod. “Couldn’t be better. I hope you have a lot of energy stored up ’cause I am horny as hell tonight,” I warn him.

“No doubt, baby. This dick is fully loaded and ready for you.”

I smile. “See you upstairs.” I walk off, popping my hips toward the hotel entrance.

As before, the minute he steps into the room, I attack him. Tugging at his belt, then yanking his jeans down to his ankles. I massage his meaty dick over his white Calvin Klein boxer briefs. Suck him over the fabric until he thickens.

He grabs me by the head. “Damn, baby. You know how to make this dick feel good. You don’t even have my dick in your mouth yet and you already got me wanting to bust. Shit, girl. You can get a nigga in trouble.”

I remove my mouth from his growing bulge, replacing it with
my hand. I knead his dick in his underwear, glancing up at him, grinning and eyeing him all sexy-like. “Baby, I’m not here to get you in trouble. I’m here to make you feel good, and get that nut out of this fat-ass dick.”

“You got me hornier than a muhfucka. I wanna put this dick up in you tonight. You gonna let a nigga make love to you?”

I keep my hand locked on his cock, stroking him as I stand up. I gaze into his eyes. “I can’t. But we can sixty-nine all night and you can fuck my throat as deep as you want.”

He stares at me. I can tell this nigga digs me. And truth be told, I don’t blame him. But it’s not me—the woman, he is feeling. It’s this throat and tongue he’s enthralled with. He pulls me into him, grabs and squeezes my ass, then catches me totally off guard by leaning down and kissing me. At first a quick peck, then it becomes a lingering kiss with all lips, then evolves into a passionate tongue-probing kiss. And the fucked-up thing is, I don’t resist, don’t pull away, don’t do shit to keep this from turning into more than what it’s supposed to. Kissing has always been off limits. It’s too personal, for me. Well, okay, it isn’t any more personal than sucking a nigga’s dick, and then swallowing his load.

I finally pull back, placing my hand up against his hard chest. “We better stop before this ends up somewhere else. So let’s stick to the script and let me suck on this dick. That’s what you’re here for, right?”

“Most definitely, baby. But, I can’t get ya sexy ass out of my head. I’ll be with my girl ’n shit, got my dick all up in her and you start popping up in my head. Those lips, the way your twirl your tongue around my dick, the way you suck my balls—I can see all that shit. I close my eyes, fucking my girl, and see you down on your knees handling this dick.”

It’s never my intention to have any of these niggas I suck get
caught up, which is why I only suck them a limited number of times, but there’s something different about this nigga here that has me thinking that…just maybe, I could become his personal dick sucker with no strings attached. OhmyGod, what the fuck am I thinking? My man is too close to coming home for me to be thinking about some crazy ass shit like this.

I drop back down on my knees, pulling his dick and balls out over the waistband of his underwear. I kiss the head of it, then tenderly lap at his balls before taking him into my warm mouth, sucking him like a lollipop. Inch by inch, I swallow him down into my throat until I have every inch of him down.

Less than a minute later, his nut gushes out, splattering all over my face and down on my hands. I continue stroking him until the last drop of his nut oozes out. I run my fingertip over the slit of his dick, smearing his nut into his skin, then take him back into my mouth and suck him all over again. He moans, clearly at the brink of losing his mind. I got the nigga on the verge of collapsing. He knows I know this, so he snatches me up and carries me over to the bed on wobbly legs, trying to buy himself some time to recover.

I grin. “I see this wet throat got you stumbling.”

“Oh, you think that shit’s funny, huh?”

“Yep,” I tease, licking my lips.

“Oh, aiight, get ya laugh on, baby. The tables are about to turn. So let’s see how funny you think shit is now.” He tells me to lift my hips. I do. He removes my skirt, tossing it into the corner of the room. I get ready to remove my laced Vickies, but he stops me. Tells me he wants to eat my pussy over them, first. And I am more than fine with him wetting my pussy up over my panties. He buries his head in between my thighs, starts licking the center of my pussy, then begins sucking it until the thin fabric of my
panties are drenched. I let out a moan, palming his head with one hand and pinching my right nipple over my shirt with the other. I wrap my leg around the back of his neck, pulling him deeper into me.

“Yeah, that’s right, tease my pussy, nigga. Wet my panties up…” The nigga doesn’t even have his tongue in me yet, but the way he’s working me over has my insides already shaking. I know a lot of it has to do with hearing Jasper’s voice earlier, and me missing his dick inside of me. Then there’s that other part of me…that side of me that knows I’m playing with fire, taking risks, playing a dangerous, deadly game. And it is this knowing that ignites the flames between my thighs. “Rip my panties off,” I demand in a low, husky moan. He grabs them with his teeth, then tears them apart, exposing my engorged clit and dewy lips. “Suck my pussy, nigga…”

I reach for him, direct him to shift his body, to lower his dick down into my mouth so I can take him into my throat. He does and we get into a wet, sweaty, nasty groove of moaning and groaning and sucking and slurping each other. I run a finger along the crack of his ass, gulping his cock down into my neck. Before long he is deep-stroking my neck while eating me out. The loud slurping sound he is making is music to my ears and makes me hornier than I already am. I lift my legs up, roll my hips up from off the bed, then wrap them around his back, offering him access to my asshole as well.