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Lost and Found
Marcus was hitting his stride in life. In a city like Atlanta where everyone was hustling something, he found his lane in insurance sales. At 26, single, and a budding career, life was going in the direction he had envisioned. By all accounts, he had the perfect setup as a bachelor: tall, dark and muscular build, a beautiful condo in the heart of downtown, nice car, and an ever growing bank account. The ladies loved his sense of style and gentlemanly demeanor, although some would say his thick lips and full beard created the perfect place to sit.
The week was stressful but, by all accounts, a success. Marcus finished his last meeting that friday with a big policy for a lady and her teenage son. It wasn't until he got home, poured himself a drink and slipped out of his shoes that he realized he left his iPad at her house.
He texted his client: "Ms. Kimbrough, I think I left my iPad at your house. Can you check the dining room table for me?"
Ms. Kimbrough: "Yes Marcus. I noticed about 30 minutes after you left. You sure you didn't leave it on purpose just to have a reason to come back to see me? 😉"
Marcus replied, "I'm not that clever to leave my work equipment intentionally. However, seeing you again when I swing by tomorrow to get it will be a plus. ☺️"
Why not flirt back? The work week was over, his glass of McCallan had him relaxed, and Ms. Kimbrough had been flirting all day. From the half buttoned blouse that exposed her supple cleavage, hip hugging skirt that highlighted her form, her tear drop ass that juggled as she walked through her house, and the sweet sillage her perfume left as they crossed paths, Marcus could barely maintain his professional composure while writing her policy. She was the type of older woman who knew she was fine and had no problem going after what she wanted. She kept to herself for the majority of her son's upbringing but, at year 16 of motherhood, she made a promise to herself that she'd start going for what she want. At age 43, what she wanted was young, strong, chocolate dick.
Ms. Kimbrough texted back, "Aww, it looks like I'm going to miss you then. I'm flying to Miami in a few and won't be back until Tuesday. Devin will be home if you insist on coming. Maybe we can get drinks when I get back?"
Marcus took a picture of his glass of whiskey with his balcony overlooking the city skyscrapers in the background and sent it with the caption, "I'll have one of these poured for you Tuesday evening then."
Ms. Kimbrough replied, "Hmmm, brown causes bad decisions Marcus. Be careful what you ask for 😏"
Marcus doubled down and sent her another pic of two empty glasses and the bottle of McCallan 25 then followed with the text, "Tuesday evening after you've settled in from your trip. I'll call you a driver so you don't have to worry about how you'll get home."
Assertive and to the point. Marcus had just called checkmate on that conversation. Ms. Kimbrough could only reply with one simple text, "💦".
She eventually texted back with actual words, "If you still need to get your iPad tomorrow, Devin's number is 770-555-4321. 😘"
Marcus took a couple sips of his drink and shot Devin and quick text, "Hey Devin, it's Marcus. Sorry to bother you but I left my iPad at your house. Will you be available tomorrow morning for me to swing by and get it?"
Devin replied, "Sure. I don't have any plans and my mom told me you would need to swing by. Let me know when you're planning on coming over and I'll make sure I'm available."
Marcus texted back, "Cool, thanks!"
"NP" Devin replied.
Finally able to shift focus for the weekend, Marcus texted the young lady he met last month while out with the guys. They had been quite active for a couple of weeks and he needed someone to tend to the erection Ms. Kimbrough caused. They made plans for after the club later.
**********
Marcus was leaving out of Magic City with a bulge in his pants and deviancy on his mind. After a couple drinks and a few lap dances, he was ready to slide over to his after hours plans. Before putting his car in drive, he decided to give his thick member a quick tug to get himself right. After unzipping his pants, a tug on the waistband of his boxer briefs, and a long pull, his semi erect dick flopped against his steering wheel. With his tip oozing precum, Marcus couldn't resist the urge to snap a quick picture and press send from his phone.
Although great with numbers, Marcus had a bad habit of not storing contacts in his phone. He always got by with remembering certain patterns and associating them with the people he spoke to. What was intended to be a demon time text to the young lady he had been fucking for the past few weeks turned into a big mistake. With the picture marked delivered followed by Marcus texting "Cum taste it," nothing could prepare Marcus for the reply he received.
"You must have had a lot to drink 🫣... you're lucky I'm not aggressive because I would tell you to come over and feed it to me 🤤"
Eyes widened, Marcus realized his blunder. Maybe it was the familiar use of emojis that caught his attention or the realization that the sequence of numbers weren't in the same order of the ones he intended to text. Instead of texting his friend's phone, he actually texted Ms. Kimbrough's... son.
After the gravity of what happened set in, Marcus quickly called Devin to smooth things over.
"Hello, Devin?"
"Hey Marcus. I didn't expect you to call back so soon."
"Look man, I'm sorry about that! I didn't have your number saved and I intended to send that pic and message to someone who has a similar number as yours. Your text thread was right after hers and I clicked yours on accident. I'm sooooooo sorry for that mix up!"
"Don't worry about it. Although unexpected, I'm definitely not complaining."
"Uhh, ok... but that's not like me to just send unsolicited pics to clients. PLEASE don't tell your mother!"
"Don't worry about it. I can delete it if you want me to. Wouldn't want her to get jealous."
"Yes, please..."
"I guess. It looked like you were in your car. Where are you at anyway?"
"Uhh, leaving Magic City and going to start heading home at this point."
"Well, you could just swing by and get your tablet since you're not far from our house. You're what, 10 minutes away maybe?"
"It's late bro. If want, you can just set it under the doormat. I can grab it and keep it pushing."
"Well, I'm about to get in the shower and I don't want anyone seeing me put an iPad outside. I should be out by the time you pull up. Just come to the door and ring the doorbell and I can bring it down."
"Bet. I'll be there in about 15 minutes."
"See you then."
**********
Marcus pulled up to Ms. Kimbrough's house around 3AM. Her neighborhood looked much different at night under the glow of street lights. As he parked in the empty driveway and approached the well-lit porch and front door, there was still a slight bit of embarrassment from the texting slip up.
Marcus rang the doorbell and, after a few seconds, noticed an indistinguishable figure walking toward him on the other side of the frosted glass door. Devin opened the door and invited Marcus inside.
As Marcus entered, he couldn't help but notice how dark the house was with the exception of the porch light, dim glow coming from the kitchen, and what appeared to be a light coming from an upstairs bedroom. It made sense considering the time of night.
Devin was 16, around 5'5" and very petite. His hair was loc'd with spiral coils and dyed red tips. Being Ms. Kimbrough's only child, he practically stole her whole face, looking like a younger, boyish version his mother. He carried himself in a feminine manor, taking specifically her manorisms and sass as well. Marcus was taken aback when he realized Devin was barely covered with a white satin robe that was loosely tied, revealing his hairless, smooth chest and the tops of what appeared to be lace panties. His legs donned sheer white stockings that came up mid-thigh. People often mistook Devin for his mother over the phone due to his soft voice and his appearance tonight definitely complimented. One thing Marcus couldn't shake was the sweet familiar scent filling his nose; no doubt Devin was wearing the same intoxicating perfume that his mother wore just hours earlier.
"Your iPad is on the dining room table where you left it," Devin said. He subtly pointed in the direction knowing Marcus knew his way around their home at this point and began making his way back upstairs. Marcus was in conflict; still feeling the buzz from his drinks earlier and his dick needing tending to, Devin's feminine demeanor and risqué presentation was turning this simple drive by pick up into a dangerous game.
Marcus made his way to the dining room, grabbed his iPad and walked back towards the door. He waited patiently for Devin to return so he could bid him a goodnight and head to his next destination: some much needed pussy.
Marcus waited for what felt like 5 minutes with no sign of Devin. He yelled up the stairs, "Hey bro, I found my iPad and I'm about to leave. Come lock your door."
"OK. I'll be right there!" Devin responded.
Devin soon came down the stairs to see Marcus out, phone in tote, only this time he returned without his robe. Filling Marcus sight was Devin's oiled, light skin, petite frame wearing nothing but a white lace thong, white sheer thigh high stockings, and clamps on his nipples. All Marcus could think was "what the fuck is bro on?!"
"Hey man, I'll let you get back to what you were doing. I'm out."
"That's fine. Have a nice night," Devin replied with a smirk.
Marcus opened the door to make is way out just before Devin stopped him.
"Don't you want to see me delete your message and pic?"
How could Marcus forget!
"Of course! Let take care of that now before I leave."
"Mmph, you definitely have a pretty dick. It's a shame I have to get ride of it," Devin replied as he unlocked his phone and went right to the message thread in question.
"Let's make a deal." Devin stopped just shy of deleting the thread and looked up to Marcus with a mischievous grin.
"What's the deal?" Marcus responded, unsure of what was coming next.
"Pull it out. Let me see him in person and I'll hand you my phone and you can delete the thread yourself. You can even feel free to search my phone to ensure I didn't save it anywhere if you'd like. Mr. Pretty Dick stays out while my phone is in your hands though."
"Bro, you've already seen the picture! Come on, you said you'll delete it."
"I know what I said. I'm letting you delete it so you can have proof. I think it's fair. Wouldn't you want the peace of mind knowing it's not in my phone?"
Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck. All Marcus could think was what had he gotten himself into.
"I promise this night stays between me and you," Devin said as he looked Marcus in his eyes, handing him his unlocked phone.
Reluctantly, Marcus began to undo his pants and drop them mid thigh. With a deep breath and a pull inside the waistband of his boxer briefs, he once again revealed his semi erect member and swollen balls to 16 year old Devin. Devin graciously dropped to his knees to bask in the glory of Marcus's dick.
Marcus frantically deleted the text thread and began to skim through Devin's picture gallery to make sure it wasn't saved. Scrolling through a bunch of random pictures of Devin and his friends gave Marcus the assurance needed to feel confident that his picture was permanently deleted from Devin's phone.
Marcus's next step was his email to be certain that he didn't email the picture to himself or anyone else. Just as he checked the last few folders, he felt a warm, wet mouth envelop the tip of his dick. From the rounds of drinks, big booty strippers teasing him all night, and the quick edging session right before sending that fateful dick pic, all Marcus could do was stand there in complete shock! This was so wrong on so many levels! This was his client's home it's never good to mix business with pleasure. This is also his client's son! Marcus had never had a gay thought yet there he was getting his dick sucked by a boy... a minor at that! This was wrong on so many levels and conflicted with Marcus morally. Yet, there he stood, frozen in Ms. Kimbrough's doorway with his ever growing dick in her son's wet and warm mouth. As taboo as this entire thing was, Marcus was enjoying it.
Devin sucked Marcus's dick so eagerly, and so passionately. He fantasized about being a good little boy-princess and pleasing a well-endowed older man. Maybe it was because of his first ever high school crush being a senior captain of the football team his freshman year. Maybe it was the fact that he never knew his father and, in some kinky way, sought the validation of a grown man through the throbs of his hard cock. Either way, Devin sucked Marcus's dick like his source of life was buried at the root of his shaft and Devin needed to drink every drop.
Marcus looked down to see Devin swallowing almost every inch of his long, thick member. He measured and knew he was a gurthy 8 inches and was shocked to see Devin's nose almost at the base of his dick. Marcus was beyond the point of return.
He noticed Devin had the perfect arch to his back and bent over to smacked his ass. That got the sweetest whimper from Devin that made Marcus hungry for more. Grabbing Devin's right ass cheek while he continued to polish his dick, Marcus slid his hand down Devin's smooth backside until his finger met Devin's young, tight hole. He pressed with gentle pressure only to feel Devin's hole begin to open and welcome him inside his warm opening. Marcus ran his hand down even further and met the tip of Devin's tucked little sissy stick. Devin's urethra dripped with precum from the excitement of deep throating such a gorgeous rod. Marcus played with Devin's oozing tip until his fingers were nicely coated and used the precum as lube when he circled back to go knuckle deep inside Devin's hot bussy.
Devin had never had his asshole fingered by suck rough, thick hands and it cause his to let out the loudest moan. Marcus gave him no time to prepare before he plunged his finger inside his wanting hole and it turned the boy on even more.
The more Marcus finger fucked Devin's hole, the more Devin throated Marcus's dick. It was too much for Marcus and he shoved his dick down Devin's throat and erupted an avalanche of cum, forcing Devin to swallow the thick load. Like a good boy, he didn't waste a drop and kept sucking the jerking dick while surprised how Marcus remained erect after such a hard orgasm.
Primal desire took over Marcus. He stood tall, grabbed Devin by the throat, forcing him to stand, turn him around and forced him back to his knees. Only this time, Marcus burried Devin's face into the hardwood floor and stared intently at Devin's young ass. He aggressively pulled Devin's white lace panties to the side, the crotch still slick from Devin's precum. If Devin was going to leave so little to the imagination and play adult games, Marcus was going to teach him a lesson in taking adult dick. Marcus had only one fucus and that was to bury his rigid cock into this young tight opening. He slid the shaft of his dick along Devin's opening and grabbed his throat, applying pressure.
"If you tell ANYONE about what happened or what's about to happen, I will fucking kill you!"
"I won't. Don't worry." Devin replied, wanting Marcus to have his way with his young body.
That wasn't good enough for Marcus. He squeezed Devin's throat harder taking the boy to the point of almost blacking out.
"I fucking mean it! If anyone finds out about this, I will make sure you're never seen or heard of again! Am I fucking clear!?"
As Marcus released the pressure on his throat, Devin collapsed to the floor, frantically gasping for air.
"Daddy I promise! This is our secret. Please have your way with me."
Before Devin could complete his sentence, Marcus plunged his saliva coated dick inside Devin's young hole. He could only take half at first but, by the second and third stroke, Marcus was balls deep inside Devin's eager bussy, causing the boy to moan and whine in an explosion of pleasure and pain. Marcus had never been inside an ass before, let alone the ass of another male. Yet, here he was overwhelmed with desperation and carnal desire with only one thought: fucking SOMETHING!
Devin regained his composure and eventually rocked back to meet Devin's thrusts. Just as bad as Marcus needed to fuck something, Devin needed to be filled. Sucking and swallowing that gorgeous dick just wasn't enough. He needed to feel it fill his young wanting hole. With every push, Devin threw his ass back feeling that thick dick hit deeper and deeper. Their balls crashed each other's and the sound of thunderous backshots echoed through the dark house.
Marcus could feel his balls beginning to swell. He reached around and grabbed Devin's young dick. It was hard but small and thin. Either Devin was cleanly groomed or he hadn't yet developed pubic hair. The taboo nature was overwhelming. Marcus jerked Devin's little cock as he drilled his bussy. From the steady pace of both, Devin's body began to jerk and his penis became more rigid. His moans and groans became louder than the crashing sounds of their midsections as Devin began to cry in orgasmic bliss. Wave after wave of Devin's climax coursed his body as his young cock shot spurts of hot cum into Marcus's hand and form a pool on the floor beneath them.
Devin's bitch moans, baby smooth skin, and tight ass taking every inch had Marcus on the cusp of another nut. Watching Devin become flooded with pleasure became sensory overload. As his balls tightened and his shaft thicken, Marcus's breaths became shallow as his body buckled. With one last deep thrust into Devin's ass, Marcus's dick erupt ropes of hot cum, filling the boy's ass to the hilt. As Marcus gradually removed his spent dick from Devin, globs of his cum joined Devin's on the floor as Marcus's dick slapped against his own thigh. Devin could only lay there, too weak to get up from that very spot he just got grown-dicked down in.
As the reality of the situation set in, Marcus quickly got dressed and made sure to grabhis iPad. Before walking out the door, he tossed Devin his phone and reminded him of their agreement to never speak on the events of that evening.
Without lifting his head or even attempting to make eye contact, Devin simply replied with "yes daddy."
Marcus made sure to lock the bottom lock, closed the door behind him, and wasted no time getting in his car and jetted out of the driveway. "What the fuck did I just do," was all he could think as he still felt the mixture of spit and cum coat the inside of his underwear. With so much to process, he had the rest of his drive home to try to find the sense in it all. Two things for certain though: he saved himself a trip to Ms. Kimbrough's house this weekend and his ball were well drained.
New piece coming!!!
I was challenged recently to write a piece from a perspective that differed greatly than my own. I said no initially and had moments where I would start then stop, mainly because it was so outside of what I know and was use to. It was important that I could tell the story and do all parties/groups/kinks justice.
It's finally complete and I think I'm ready to share. Stay tuned...
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Returned Favor
It's a typical Atlanta Friday. Nothing glamorous. I took the day off to recover from an intense four days of negotiations and closing a major deal that blew out my quota for the quarter. I'm feeling like a Corporate Silverback- a beast in my career field- and things couldn't be going any better professionally. My girl is out of town and my weekend is free of responsibilities. Trying to figure out what I'm going to get into, I figured I'd straighten up the crib. Living such a washed up life to say the least.
We have this mutual friend named P. P is a stud who doesn't believe in not shooting her shot. If shooters shoot, nigga she's Kobe F. Jordan... the F standing for Fucking. P met a lady at the pool in our subdivision a few months back. I assume she was leaving from the neighbor's house and saw my car outside and decided to stop.
P came in, asked about my girl, and ended up on the couch with me while I was finishing folding clothes... the boring shit. We're shooting the shit and, never one to miss an opportunity to gloat, P says she was leaving from Pool Lady's house and noticed I was home. I took the bait and asked about her. Just like I figured, P wasted no time and spared no detail as she went on and on about how she ate her pussy until she came all over her face and how she fucked her with the strap. Typical nigga shit.
P is medium height, around 5'6", really petite, and has big titties but she wears a lot of baggy shit so it's hard to see her figure. I caught her sagging a few times, enough to notice she has a nice firm but round ass that she tries to hide. Listen, she's the homie BUT I still recognize her as a woman so her shape doesn't go unnoticed. All of that asside, the woman she met at the pool is taller and significantly thicker than P. I fucked with her by saying how that woman probably broke her in half and how she couldn't handle all of those curves on that woman. She kind of smirked and rolled her eyes. Seeing past my attempt to jab at her ego, she started flicking through channels on the TV and mumbled under her breath "I wish."
I had to pry a little bit and ask what she meant by that comment. She went on to explain how she always did all the work and how the woman was more of the pillow princess type and rarely returned the favor. She would never use the strap on P and just barely ate her out. Even getting fingered was just as rare. She was tired of being the woman's "little gay fetish" and wished she returned the favor sometimes.
"Welcome to life as a nigga!" I replied.
She laughed but said niggas aren't any better.
"Bullshit." I told her how niggas love eating pussy and returning the favor and how women forget that. "My girl is gone for the weekend and left me backed up because she has been on her period all week. At least you got some. I'm over here, dick dry as fuck!"
We both got a good laugh and kind of let the conversation die on its own. No need to stir up something neither one of us was prepared to deal with.
I couldn't help but ask though, "what does my neighbor taste like?" I'd be lying if I said she didn't catch my attention that day at the pool. I could only sneak glances as my girl was at with me and P but I definitely remember this woman was stacked. She had to be around 5'11" or 6 feet. Her hair was styled in a pixie cut, black with strands of gray. She wore large framed glasses that hid her eyes but her lips were plump like she sucked the skin off her husband's dick. I seen him around a few times and could only wonder how they fuck he was able to keep, let alone bag, and stallion like that. She had huge double D cup breast that I could tell were natural. Her areola would spill from the cups of her bikini top causing her to adjust multiple times that day. She carried a little extra weight around her waist and visible stretch marks around her stomach, one could only assume were from pregnancy. Her hips spread and she carried the fattest ass that chewed up her bikini bottoms. They weren't thong bottoms but you wouldn't be able to tell if you weren't studying this woman like I was trying to. Even my girl made a couple comments in admiration for this woman's build. She was stacked with thick thighs, well pedicured toes and white toenail polish to tie it all together.
"She definitely takes care of herself," P said snapping me out of my daze. "She's always well put together, smells nice, and her skin is always smooth to the touch. She gets waxed regularly too."
"That explains it! She probably doesn't return the favor because you don't wax P!" I said half jokingly.
P fired back, "how you figure I don't wax my shit?"
"I just assumed Studs do what niggas do. Grab the clippers and trim that shit!" I said ignorantly.
"Nah nigga. I get my shit waxed too. My homegirl from high school do it and lick my shit clean when she done."
I lost it. Shit was hilarious! I told her I didn't believe her and to let me see.
"Nigga don't be weird."
I wasn't serious... just mildly curious.
Later that day, P and I decided to step out to find something to eat. We usually sit at the bar most places and talk shit. Louisiana Bistreaux was the move that night. P wanted to grab a shower before we left (typical P, making my house her home minus the bills and other household responsibilities). I needed to clean up as well. I had a remodeling project going on in the hallway bathroom so P had to use the shower in my room after I got done.
I could hear the shower running so I dropped my towel, sit on the edge of the bed and began lotioning my body. I thought I was in the clear since I assumed P was in the shower so I took the liberty to revisit the thoughts of my thick ass neighbor spread over my bed begging for me to dive in. I give my rock hard dick extra attention as I use the lotion to glide up and down my rigid pole as I thought about plunging inside my neighbor's plump, glistening pussy. Suddenly, the door swings open with P asking for a wash cloth. Fuck! I didn't expect her to open the door and sure she wasn't expecting to catch me on the bed, dick on hard sticking straight, and me stroking my shit! I know she caught me because she slammed the door and kept apologizing. I didn't really give a fuck. I had been horny all week and in need of a release. There was part of me that found this situation quite funny. I got up, grabbed her a wash cloth and towel, and took it to her in the nude and dick swanging. She called me crazy, took the towel, and closed the bathroom door in my face. I noticed her eyes never left my dick though. I also noticed she didn't lock the door.
I waited until I heard her get in the shower and start to wash off. I gave it a little more time until I figured she was almost done and walked I'm the bathroom. My shower is glass enclosed and I could make out her figure through the steam and water on the shower door. I was still naked and dick semi hard and she seen me approaching.
"Bro, what are you doing? Get out!"
"Come on P. You seen my shit already. Let me see yours."
"Nigga, what?"
"You said your girl hooks you up on the regular... let me see!"
P smacked her teeth, paused, then replied, "If I show you, you'll get out?"
"Only if you want me to," I said with a smirk, dick starting to stiffen.
As P opened the shower door, she propped her leg on the shower bench revealing a beautiful, slick, meaty pussy. Her lips were thick and full, one of her labia minora longer than the other, and her clit was huge. It came out from under her clit hood and it was a bright pink. It looked like the tip of someone's thumb. My dick throbbed as I watched her spread her pussy and run those same two fingers over her clit and through the trimmed bush of her landing strip before closing the shower door and commanding me to get out.
I felt intoxicated. All I could think about was wrapping my lips around her engorged clit and sucking it. Is this how women feel when they desire to suck a dick??? Fuck. I'm trippin!
Reluctantly, I got dressed and waited for P to get out of the bathroom. I threw on some light blue jeans, a white short sleeve button up, and sprayed my neck and wrist with Tom Ford Oud Wood. That's when P came emerged from the bathroom dressed in some black skinny fit men's jeans and a fitted black tee and gave me this weird look.
I made my way back into the bathroom to oil my beard while P hung out in the room. We sat in an awkward silence until I decided to break the ice.
"Ol' girl tripping if she seen that pussy and didn't want to eat it. Couldn't have been me!"
"The fuck you mean bro?"
"I'm just saying. The pussy you showed me would've gotten devoured. That clit looked too good to pass up."
"Man you trippin. Niggas can't eat pussy. Besides, women like it when I tell them to suck this dick since my clit big. You ain't ready for that lol."
I felt like she tried me with that one. "Pull that dick out then and let's see."
She paused for a minute, debating whether to make a move. She saw my eye contact didn't waiver so she stood up and pulled her pants down. She wasn't wearing any underwear and her clit was sticking out.
The silence was deafening.
"Yeah. All I see is a clit and a fat pussy that would get wrecked."
"Yeah right bro. Issa dick. Just like I figured, you ain't ready."
I turned to her, pulled my dick out and replied "THIS is a dick. That's a clit. And I'll suck it until you bust."
She tried to play it cool and pull her pants back up and I asked her what she was doing.
"Putting my pants back on because you bullshitting."
"Nah, leave them off and sit on the bed." My towel was still on the edge of the bed so she sat on it.
As I walked over to her, I told her to let me get a closer look. She spread her legs but was still sitting upright. As I approached, dick fully erect, I told her to take off her shirt and lay back. She laid there in front of me in a sports bra and her jeans bunched around her ankles. I got on my knees, removing each leg from her pants until shr just laid there in a sports bra as i slid my hands up her smooth legs.
"You want me to suck your dick?" I asked.
"Please."
For the first time, I heard P plead like a wanting little bitch in heat, needing a release. I slid my tongue between her lips and into her opening as far as it could go and pulled it out.
"Just like I thought, still a pussy."
She couldn't do shit but cover her face and question her decision. Before she could have a second thought, I wrapped my lips around her clit and sucked hard while my tongue slid underneath and danced around her opening. She gasped and bucked. I grabbed her thighs, pulling her closer to the edge of the bed and onto my face while I inhaled her clit. I sucked it sloppily as her juices drenched my beard and slid down the crack of her ass. I took two finger and slid them inside her pussy and hooked her gspot and massaged it while she grinded on my face. My other hand reached up and freed her titties and pinched her nipples. I sucked her pussy like my air depended on it. Her pussy began to squeeze and pulse my fingers and I could tell she was about to cum. I kept my pressure on her clit and massaged her gspot harder until her body began to buck. She let out a wild scream and grabbed my head pulling me deeper into her pussy as she shook uncontrollably as wave after wave wrecked her body and she came nonstop all over my face. The side of the bed was a soaked mess and her body continued to spasm as each aftershock crashed her body. I wiped the wetness from her pussy and used it to stroke my dick while watching her come down from her climax. Before she could fully regain her composure, I rubbed the tip of my dick up the slit of her pussy and massaged it against her clit. I took off my shirt and began to play with my own nipples while rubbing my dick against her swollen clit.
"Our dicks feel good when they touch, don't they?" I asked with a devilish grin. My body and thoughts running on demon time.
She looked at me while biting her bottom lip and nodded her head. Her eyes began to roll to the back of her head as her head fell back to the bed and another orgasm crashed her body.
Grabbing her thighs so she wouldn't close them on me, I pulled her back to the edge of the bed. My dick slipped down and the bulb of my tip rest right at her openinging. She didn't do anything to stop me or move away so I slid my dick in as deep as her tight pussy would take me.
She screamed "oh fuck!" Her eyes shot open but she didn't tell me to stop or move away. I pulled out completely, giving her a split second to recover. I leaned over to give her delicious pussy a lick then realigned and dove in deeper.
"This is the dick ol' girl should've gave you with that strap on."
I grabbed her neck as I slammed into her aggressively, each thrust more violent than the last. She screamed "yes!" and grabbed my waist, pulling me closer. I fucked her tight pussy until she creamed all over my shaft. I played with her clit with my free hand while I filled her wanting hole, bringing her to another orgasm. I officially owned P's pussy in that moment.
I flipped her over onto her stomach and straddled her, sliding deep inside her from the back. I hit a the bottom, right at her cervix, when I felt her legs kick. I breifly wondered if anyone had ever fucked her like this before. She was always the masculine one with all the women I seen her with. We referred to each other as bro and I always viewed and treated her as one of the guys. Yet, here I was fucking bro's pussy and loving every minute of it. There was even this dominant part of me that was insistent on showing her what it felt like to be a woman and under the control of a man. By this point, my ego was in control.
I pulled her locs and whispered in her ear "who got the dick now?"
"You do," she whimpered.
I pounded her pussy with hard, deep, slow strokes. She clawed the bed as I dug deep inside of her. As I bottomed on each down stroke, I could feel my balls slap against her swollen clit. As I continued to knock at the back of her pussy, grind at her cervix, and balls slam against her clit, she would cum again and again, squirting and soaking my bedding.
I leaned to her ear, nibbled on it, and told her "I love fucking this pussy, bro. You feel so fucking good. I know you feel me throbbing. You about to push me over the edge if you cum on my dick like that again."
I must have struck a nerve because I could feel her pulsing and rocking her hips back trying to meet my thrusts.
"oh fuck, I feel you P. You got a nigga so close!" I bottomed out and grinded my dick deep inside her pussy as I throbbed deep inside of her.
"Ohmygawd! I'm cumming daddy!!!" She screamed loudly as she began to cry in ecstasy as she trembled uncontrollably.
I couldn't hold it any more and moaned "fuck P! I cumming! I'm cummimg deep in this pussy! Oh fuck! I can't help it bro!"
I blasted P's insides and came rope after rope of hot cum deep inside her pussy. It brought P to another orgasm and she crashed flat onto the bed, limp and exhausted. I held my dick deep inside her pussy until every drop was well spent inside her pussy, no regard for the consequences. When I was fully drained, I rolled off and laid next to P for a moment. In that moment, I saw P as a person wanting and deserving of pleasure and I fortunate to be the one to give it to her. Bro or not and sexual orientation aside, all that mattered in that moment was giving the body what it craved... actually, what it deserved.
I got up and got dressed. P eventually did the same and met me downstairs, neither one of us said anything about what had just happened. P had a smile and a satisfied glow while we ate dinner and shot the shit at the bar that night. We drove separate cars and split up after leaving Louisiana Bistreaux and I went home to clean up the mess in our bedroom. A few hours later, almost 1AM, I get a text from P with an attachment. It was a picture of a plan B pill and a message that said "Thank you for returning the favor."
the face the body
it’s the shelf for me
This is why I love black women
The face:
Me: Damn she's pretty
The body:
Me: And the yams on pokey too??? GAAAAAAAWDDAMN!
Keep your "exotic" and snow bunnies. Give me a black woman.
Straight like that!
Or my favorite...
Random Xfinity lady rep in the middle of Walmart: Nice beard! How you get it to grow so thick like that?
Me: I eat a lot of pussy.
Her: 😳
Me: 😏
I am a narratophiliac!
Definitely me
The pussy hit different when you eat it first 😭
Facts.
Who doesn’t eat the fruit first is the question ?
I cum harder on your dick if you make me cum with your mouth first.
…ok who isn’t eating pussy first though
Na I’m about to put y'all on…
Suck on her titties before you even think about eating her. Trust and believe…YOU. WILL. DROOWWNNN 😍😍😍
Who isn’t sucking titties?
I’m legitimately conerned
Niggas in Atlanta.
What In The Fuck Soo Atl Niggas Are Extra Trash?
Yes. Extra trash. So happy to be leaving✌🏾
*Typical male response in 3... 2... 1...*
What dudes are you fucking with??? I thought sucking on titties and eating pussy was as basic as kissing, sucking on the back of necks, and nibbling on earlobes. Who raised the ones you fuck with? My crew talk about it like we're playing a spades hand and we live in Atlanta.
"That beard looking nice and full bro!"
- "Yeah, thanks brotha. I gave it a hot pussy juice treatment last night."
"Nigga. You ain't EATIN' eatin'!"
- "Sheiiiiiit, I ate that pussy for two whole ass episodes of The Office last night, bitch. Don't try me."
“I’m scared that I won’t be the soulmate of my soulmate.”
— 2am thoughts
This isn't how that works smh.
One of Those "Good Morning, Beautiful" Texts
I rolled over to quench my body's thirst for your presence. As if from muscle memory, my body would contour your every curve. While offering my right right arm for you to lay your head on like a pillow, I'd make you feel secure in my warmth. Before wrapping my left arm around you, firmly coming across your chest yet letting my fingertips lightly dance across your collarbone- priming it to be kissed, I planned on brushing your locs from the back of your neck to let my lips start at the nape, making it the starting point for the marathon my tongue was prepared to run. Being pressed against you, you could feel my heart beat in two places: one against your back with sinew being the only boundaries between your heart and mine and the other, well, my body's reaction to my dream of you... there being a more immediate, physical desire for you. See, before being consumed with the day's list of demands and the stress of our daily grind, this was my plan for you... maybe stay in and play hooky for the day or at least put some things on pause to make time for us. Regardless of what we decided, I hoped to show you a good morning while whispering the same in your ear. When I rolled over though, your presence was just my imagination as the sheets on this king sized bed had a major void. So this is my way of texting you, telling you
Good Morning.
Type 4b and 4c hair textures are the most beautiful pass it on
Yessuh!
Especially when her attitude is as kinky as her coils!
No matter how I shuffle the deck, I always end up with Morehouse niggas. Why has thou forsaken me??
I was really liking this guy and then he drops the bomb. Smh. “I graduated from Morehouse.”🤦🏾♀️
Them niggas will RUIN your life.
Have you out here at 3am at their dorms, hiding under the bed when the R.A. knock on the door.
You be out here getting fucked in parking lots, libraries, whole ass out in stairwells. Then you’ll be retwisting locs and ironing socks.
Detailing their 2002 Honda Accords. Got you out here walking their ex’s dog in the rain with NO umbrella.
THESE NIGGAS ARE DANGEROUS💉
If this ain’t the truth.
Like, they won’t even bring you around they friends after ALL that just bc you havin a bad hairday.
Oh my god!!
Thisssssssss!! Won’t bring you around PERIOD.
They are so picky and selective.
“You wearing that??” “You did your hair like that on purpose?”
MEanwHiLe they waves be lookin dry and CRUSTY af bc they haven’t discovered silk scarves.
Chileee. I actually only knew one Morehouse dude like that. That was like 4 years ago.
I know a handful of them now and they’re all pretty fly. That’s why they treat women like trash.
Most of these niggas are closeted homosexuals who thrive off the opinion and approval of their male counterparts.
No.
Trash ass response.
I meeeeaaaaan.... I prefer the term "selective" lol. Don't we all have preferences? And who doesn't enjoy PDA or fucking in public? Almost getting caught is half the fun lol.
And I take offense to the whole "hiding under the bed when the R.A. knock on the door" bit. Mine knew what was up and respected my privacy. A good R.A. understands stress relief is essential for a conducive learning environment.
All jokes aside though, this was hilarious and brought back some memories. Keep fucking with the House.
So, I really enjoy your stories. They've helped me out💦💦💦🙈🙈🙈 Are you gonna post anymore soon?
I do! Sometimes it's a matter of having something to say; other times it's a matter of having the right muse. My mind never stops curating different thoughts and fantasies so it's just a matter of crafting the delivery. Regardless, it's an honor to help you in those times of need and I look forward to being the cause of many more floods to cum 😘
A little cute argument me and mommy had before bedtime! I love her so much😊
if i talked like this to my mom i woulda got my ass beat
^when the realization kicks in 😂😂
I’m appalled 💀💀💀💀💀
lmao
Im confused af
somebody gonna tell her?
Nobody gone tell me huh
@badgyal-k that’s his Mommy, but not his birth mom. Feel me ?
Like a step mom or some shit
Issa Fetish !! I Just Laughed Like No Other Like 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂🤦🏾♀️
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