Cairo - Deep Throat Diva

DEEPTHROATDIVA: on Spring St?

THICKSEVEN-AND-A-HALF4U:Yeah. 9 good?

DEEPTHROATDIVA:It’s perfect!

THICKSEVEN-AND-A-HALF4U: Aiight, bet. I’ll meet u in the pkg lot. And we can go from there

DEEPTHROATDIVA: C u then

As I’m preparing to exit out of the IM box, another IM screen pops up. What in the hell?

MYDICKNEEDSURTONGUE2: Hello

DEEPTHROATDIVA: Uh, hello 2 u

MYDICKNEEDSURTONGE2: U still sucking dick?

DEEPTHROATDIVA: Listen, I’m not sure who u r, but I said no thank you

MYDICKNEEDSURTONGUE2: So u sayin, no I can’t have that tongue game?

DEEPTHROATDIVA: Exactly

MYDICKNEEDSURTONGUE2: Oh, so u 2 good 4 a nigga like me. Is that it?

DEEPTHROATDIVA: It has nothing 2 do w/being 2 good. I’m not interested. That’s all

MYDICKNEEDSURTONGUE2: U not interested? How u know?

DEEPTHROATDIVA: Obviously I sucked u b/4, right?

MYDICKNEEDSURTONGUE2: No doubt!

DEEPTHROATDIVA: So if I’m not offering up another dose, then that must mean: a). I wasn’t impressed; or b): I’m not interested. U decide

MYDICKNEEDSURTONGUE2: Yo, u think u can get all up in a nigga’s head, then dismiss me? That’s peace. Stuck up bitch!!!!!

Bitch?! I frown. OhmyGod, did this nigga threaten me? Well, maybe he didn’t straight out threaten me, but it damn sure reads like a threat. See, now this motherfucker is taking it a bit too far now. “What a fucking whack job!” I say out loud. I’m tempted to curse his ass out, but decide getting into an internet squabble with some invisible nigga behind a screen isn’t worth the typing, nor the energy. I block him from my list, then click out of the IM screen instead. Then I sign out of AOL. There’s no need to continue going through emails, or dealing with IM’s when I’ve already made my plans for the night.

I get up from the computer, take off my robe, and toss it over onto the bed. I switch my ass into my bathroom to shower, thinking about all the little nasty dick sucking tricks I’m going to do on Mister Seven-And-A-Half tonight. The idea of having him buck-naked, spread out in the middle of a bed, is turning me on. Hmmm, I think, stepping into the shower. It’s been awhile since I’ve been eaten. If I get horny enough I may have to lower my pussy down on his face . I trim my cat hairs, then give it the extra attention it needs by placing the showerhead between my legs and letting the stream of water beat up against my clit until I release a stream of hot juices.

Forty minutes later, I am pulling up into the hotel’s parking lot. I slowly drive around until I spot his truck. He flashes his lights, and I pull into the parking space next to his. I take a deep breath. Tell myself that after tonight, I am shutting down my NastyFreaks4u page. With Jasper closer to coming home I can’t take any chances. “This is the last cock I suck,” I repeat in my head, commit it to memory. However, the scary thing is. Those same words aren’t committed to my heart.

“Damn you sexy as fuck,” he says, grinning the minute I step out of my car.

I smile, looking him up and down. Under the lights, this tall, sexy nigga looks finer than he did the first night I sucked him. “Thanks. You’re not so bad looking yourself.”

He grins wider. Tells me he already has the room for us, and hands me the room key. Tells me the room is on the third floor, and to go in before him. He’ll follow behind. I walk off popping my hips just enough to let him know what I’ve been blessed with underneath the garments.

Once inside the room, I quickly slip out of my clothes, then slip the hotel’s white complimentary robe over my crotchless, fishnet teddy. Five minutes later, Mister Seven-And-A-Half slides his room key in the door, then walks in.

The minute he shuts the door, I pounce on him, pushing him up against the door. I unbuckle his jeans, pull down his zipper, then slide my hand into the opening of his pants, stroking his dick over his boxers. He moans. “Damn, girl…I can’t wait to feel them lips on this dick. I’ve been thinkin’ ’bout them big, pretty lips all week.”

I look up at him and grin, squeezing his dick while slow stroking him. “Oh, yeah? And what have you been thinking about?”—I drop down to my knees, yanking his pants and underwear down in one swift motion—“This?” I ask, licking the tip of his dick.

“Oh, yeah, baby…”

“Or this?” I slowly suck on his balls, then pull them into my mouth; one at a time. I get them nice and wet with my spit.

He moans, again. “Aaah, shit, yeah. Damn, baby.”

My mind is made up. Tonight I’m going to make sweet love to this motherfucker’s cock. I grab it at the base with both of my hands, then gently stroke it while bobbing my neck back ’n forth along the length of his thick shaft. I start making loud slurping sounds with my mouth, then gurgle as the tip of his dick pushes past my tonsils. As he moans, I increase the suction on his cock, wrapping my hands along the back of his muscular thighs, then grip his calves, giving him my infamous no-hands-all-neck-and-throat action, ramming his dick in and out of my throat, which immediately causes his knees to buckle.

I slow down the pace, lick the underside of his dick, flick my tongue across his balls, then pucker my mouth around the head, twirling my tongue around it. I suck him in slow motion, moaning. My pussy is starting to overheat. It needs, aches, for attention. I want this nigga to tongue fuck me.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh, fuck! Shit! Goddamn, baby!” he cries out.

I pull back, close my eyes, and let him bust off. His nut hits my face, hard and hot, and has my creamy cunt dripping. I open my eyes and look up at him as I smear his gooey nut all over my lips. I stand up with his nut dangling from my eyes and nose and make my way into the bathroom. I run warm water on a washcloth, then begin wiping my mouth and face.

“Whew, baby! You got the head game on lock. I want some more of that shit.”

I stick my head out of the bathroom door. “Oh, so you think you can handle another round?”

“Hell fuckin’ yeah,” he says enthusiastically, walking up on me. He’s removed his jeans and boxers and is standing here with only a white wife beater on. He steps into the bathroom, turns on the water, and grabs a rag to wash himself off. But I stop him.

“Oh, no, Daddy…Leave that sticky cream for me. I’ll take care of you.”

“Oh, daaaamn. It’s like that?” I smile at him, nodding my head, then slowly lick my lips. “You sexy as hell, baby,” he says to me, taking his dick in his hand and lightly rubbing it.

“What time do you have to be home?” I ask, keeping my eyes locked on his cock, then slowly bringing them up to meet his eyes.

“I can hang for about two hours or so. Is that cool?”

I smile again. “Oh, it’s more than cool. Why don’t you and that fat dick go lie on the bed and wait for me.” He happily does what he’s told. And two minutes later, I step back into the room, sauntering over toward the bed, removing the bathrobe and letting it fall to the floor.

He lifts up on his forearms, takes in my body. “Daaaaaamn, baby…you can really make a nigga forget he got a girl.”

“Well, tonight,” I say, climbing up on the bed, shifting my body in the opposite direction of his, then straddling his face, “act like you don’t and eat my pussy while I suck this fat-ass dick. And if you can make my toes curl, I’m going to suck you until you nut down in my throat.”

“Ah, shit, baby…you ain’t said nothin’ but a word. Give me that pussy and let me show you what a nigga like me can do.”

And with that said, I lower my hips down on his face, then let out a moan as he begins lightly licking my juicy pussy. I lean forward and take his throbbing cock deep into my mouth and suck him, forgetting he has a girl. Forgetting I have a man. Forgetting the promise I made to myself earlier. And erasing any thoughts of ending these dick sucking adventures I’ve gotten myself so deep into anytime soon.