Deep Throat Diva

by Cairo

  “I’m tellin’ you, yo. If I hear any crazy shit, I’ma bust ya ass.” And with that said the line goes dead.

  I stand in the middle of the room for a minute, looking around, taking everything in. Ever since Jasper’s been locked up, this bedroom—the bed, the master bathroom, the three closets—have been mine! Not to mention my freedom to come and go and do whatever I like, want, without him physically being able to keep tabs on me. I’m going to have to get used to sharing my space with him, have to get into the habit of letting him know what’s on my daily agenda—again. I swallow back my nerves. The truth is: those things aren’t a major issue. But what really has me nervous is…well, what happens if I can’t give up this internet?

  I take in a deep breath, hold it into my lungs, then slowly blow it out. Jasper’s coming home. I shut my eyes tight, try to block out the throbbing headache that’s barging its way to the front of my head. Jasper’s coming home, I repeat in my head, replaying the night he proposed to me. The night he beat this pussy down so bad it wept more than I did. I had taken his dick down into my throat and sucked him so hard and deep until my neck cramped.

  “I love you, girl,” Jasper said, kissing me on the side of the head, pulling me into his sweaty arms. I lay my head on his chest, twirled my fingers through his wet chest hairs, then lightly circled his left nipple. He squirmed, grabbing my hand. “Yo, you know that shit tickles…”

  “Yeah, and by the look of things,” I said, grinning, reaching for his growing dick. It was still sticky and wet from my juices. “I see that shit turns you on, too.” I squeezed it, then rolled up on top of him, kissed him on his forehead, then his nose, then lips. I left a trail of kisses down the center of his chest before dipping down low and taking him into my mouth. I inhaled his musky scent and felt my pussy begin to tingle and twitch. I sucked him until he became stiffer than a steel rod, pushing past my tonsils. I sucked and gargled and gulped my man down until his toes opened and closed and he started grabbing and clutching the sheets, moaning out my name. And, then, just as he was about to splatter his nut, I abruptly stopped. Pulled my mouth up off his dick, then looked up at him and grinned.

  “Yo, baby, what you doin’ to me? You got my head all fucked up. Why you fuckin’ wit’ me? You got my dick all bricked up ’n shit.” I licked his balls, then pulled them into my mouth. “Aaah, shit…you fuckin’ wit’ me, baby…”

  I crawled up on him, then reached up underneath me and guided his pulsing dick into the back of my pussy. I leaned into his ear and whispered, “I’ma fuck this dick all night, nigga.”

  Jasper stared into my eyes. “And I’ma fuck this good pussy right back, baby.” As I galloped up and down on his dick, he rapidly matched my rhythm, thrusting upward into my smoldering hole. We fucked until my pussy cried out in aching pleasure. Fucked until Jasper’s black dick turned purple.

  “Damn, girl,” he said, breathing all heavy and whatnot, “I’ma hate leavin’ ya fine ass, and all this good lovin’.”

  “I’ma hate it, too, baby. But it’ll all be here waiting on you when you get home.”

  “Yo, it better be,” he said, getting out of bed. I watched his bare, muscular ass as he walked over to his closet, then walked in.

  “What are you doing in there?” I asked, hearing him fumbling around with shoe boxes. He walked back into the room with his right hand behind him with a big-ass grin on his face. “Why you smiling?” I asked.

  “You’ll find out in a minute,” he said, slowly walking over toward the bed. “Lay back and spread open ya legs, then bend ya knees up for me.” I did what he asked, anticipated what was to come next. And Jasper delivered well. He kissed my clit, flicked his tongue against the opening of my hot slit, then dipped his tongue in. I opened my thighs wider, reached for his head, and pushed him further into my zone. He sucked all over the front of my pussy, then lapped around both sides of my pussy lips before opening his mouth wide and feasting on my entire hole. He had my head thrashing and my hips bucking and my teeth gritting as I held back screams. He tongue fucked my pussy until I finally screamed out. When he was done he crawled up on top of me, then kissed me, offering me his tongue soaked in my juices. I sucked on his chin, his mouth, then gasped when he stuck his dick back inside of me. He told me to close my eyes, then he took my left hand into his and kissed on it; sucked on my fingers, then slid something on my ring finger.

  He stopped and told me to open my eyes. I gasped. Even with the flickering candles that had practically burned down, it sparkled. My eyes widened, my heart raced. “OhmyGod,” I exclaimed, “is that what I think it is?”

  He put his finger up to my lips. “Don’t speak, aiight?” I nodded my head, fighting back tears. “I done a lotta dirt out here, fuckin’ wit’ a buncha broads, bringin’ drama into our relationship and shit, but I’m done wit’ that bullshit. And I’m not just shootin’ a buncha shit ’cause a muhfucka’s ’bout to do time. I’m speakin’ from the heart, yo,” I opened my mouth to say something, but he stopped me, again. “Listen, yo. I gotta get all this shit out now so let me finish.” He kissed me softly on the lips. “I love the hell outta you, baby. You my heart, girl. And I wanna give you the world. I’ve never loved anyone as much as I love you. That’s some real shit. I wanna build a life wit’ you, grow old wit’ you, and have a buncha mini-mes and mini yous. When I step up in that courtroom, you already know what it is. I’ma be down for a minute, baby. But I’m comin’ home to you. And I wanna know you gonna be here when I get out. Are you gonna be here for me, yo?”

  “Yes,” I whispered, choking back tears.

  He looked me in the eyes, stared deeply into them, and said, “I want you to be my wife, yo.” He paused, staring at me long and hard. “Pasha Nivea Allen, will you marry me?” OhmyGod, my man actually had tears in his eyes!

  I nodded my head, letting my own tears stream down my face. One, because I saw his love for me in his eyes in a way I hadn’t seen before; two, because I couldn’t believe that he was actually proposing to me; and, three, because I knew that in a matter of weeks it was going to be the last time he’d be fucking me. “Yes, baby,” I answered, feeling overwhelmed with joy.

  We kissed, then he took my face into his hands.

  “I’m givin’ you my heart, Pasha. Whatever you do, don’t play me, yo.”

  “I promise, baby,” I said, inviting him back into the wet space between my legs. I gasped as he filled me up, “I won’t.”

  NINE

  Beautiful black diva with a hot, wet mouth seeks sweet, black dick down in her neck. Deep…Deeper…Oh, yes…listen to the gurgling sounds that escape from the back of my throat as you thrust your powerful dick down into my throat, watching my neck expand to receive every inch of your pounding. If you like what you’ve read, and you’re ready to nut, reply back with complete stats: age, ht/wt, dick size. No fat men, no smelly men, no hanging bellies, no STDs; just long, hard, freshly-washed dicks!

  I proofread what I’ve written, shaking my head. I chuckle to myself at the last line. It’s almost amusing and downright disturbing that grown-ass niggas have to be gently reminded (and told) to wash their damn asses before trying to serve up the dick to someone. I mean, really! Now don’t get it twisted, I don’t mind a little bit of man-musk funk every now and again; especially when it’s a natural odor that emits from moving around throughout the day. But, damnit…there’s a big difference between crusty-haven’t-washed-ya-ass-in-a-week funk to just-washed-this-morning-but-got-sweaty funk. Of course, a lot of these nasty-ass niggas wouldn’t understand that. Trifling!

  I press the PUBLISH AD button, then click on the AOL icon. As soon as I type in my password, I am instantly greeted with the “you’ve got mail” voice. I click on my inbox, scanning my emails. My eyes scan through my messages. Mr. Seven-And-A-Half has sent me an email. I click it open. Hey beautiful. Would love another round of that bomb-ass head game of yours. Let me know what’s good.

  I smile.

  Now this might sound crazy to some o
f you…hell, to most of you, but I rarely suck off the same cock more than once unless it’s an exceptionally delicious piece of dick. Otherwise, I won’t waste my time, energy, or spit. Now, wait one minute. I already know bouncing from dick to dick is potentially more risky than if I were to find one or two steady streams of nut to suck until Jasper gets home. But, in my mind, that would open the door for more drama than necessary. The last thing I need, or want, is a no-string situation turning into a nigga getting attached. But every so often, I come across a nigga whose dick deserves a second—sometimes a third, and fourth—round of this deep throat action. And Mr. Seven-And-A-Half is it. I type back. I’m ready when u r

  My brow furrows when I peep an email with the address: mydikneedsUrtongue2@gmail.com. The subject heading reads: U GOT ME FEENIN’! I click it open, then read its contents. Hey baby. Watz good withchu? I wanna feel ur tongue on my dick, again. Let’s meet up.

  I type. Who are u? Then go down to the next message.

  I click it open. You sound hot, baby. I love head, but my girl will only suck it a little. And she’s not very good at it. I am looking for a long, hot, wet, tight BJ to completion, while you play with your clit. Or if you prefer, I’ll eat ur pussy. YOU MUST HAVE a FACE pic to send, or I won’t meet. Yours gets mine. I am 5’10 180 muscular build, tattooed, mod hairy. A real man. 7 cut & thick. I am drug & disease free. I can only travel within 10 minutes of Livingston because I will have to sneak out while gf’s sleeping. I haven’t jerked off or had sex in over 2 weeks, so it should be a big load. U down?

  I reply. Sorry, boo. I don’t send face pics. It’s too bad ur girl isn’t putting in any throat work. Hope u find someone who will. Good luck 2 u!

  The next email reads: I’m what you’re looking for, beautiful. Well endowed man here. 35, blk, 5’9, 180lbs, brown eyes, powerful 9” very thick and cut, large head and full balls. Would love for you to come to my office so I can stretch your neck with all of this dick.

  I type. Please send a cock pic. Thanks!

  Next email: Hey there, beautiful. Bi-racial cat here: 44, 6’3 about 225 lbs, 36’’ waist, shaved balls. Married and love to get sucked. I’m also into some kink, like lightly twisting my balls, nipple clamps, etc. Can host in my backyard in a camper. Very discreet here; not looking for drama. I’m available after 11 tonight when wife goes to bed. If interested, let me know.

  Kink? Mmmph…definitely not interested. I delete, shaking my head. All I’m looking for is a hard dick to suck. What the fuck is wrong with some of these niggas? Either they can’t read, or they’re plain stuck on stupid. In either case, it gets on my damn nerves!

  Over the last year, since I’ve been posting these sex ads, I’ve come across a dozen or so men who have wanted something extra along with getting piped out. Like the nigga who could only get off if he got on all fours and had his dick sucked from the back. I sucked him off once. And probably would have sucked him off again had he not come out his face and asked me to lick his asshole, too. I was goddamn through! I couldn’t even finish the nigga off once he made that request, which pissed me the fuck off because he had one of those cucumber-thick, foot-long dongs that made my mouth water. It was a beautiful, mouthwatering piece of man meat.

  Then there was another nigga I met online who wanted to smell my panties while I sucked him off. I really didn’t mind that part too much. What bothered me was him wanting me to push a dildo up in his ass. A finger, I can get with. But a motherfucker requesting an ass-fucking while I’m sucking on his dick…hmmph, now that’s a bit too extra for me. However, truth be told, I did it. I punched his asshole up real good with that dildo, and sucked him off so good he almost forgot his wife’s name. Still, I was looking at his ass real sideways. Not that I’m one to be judging anyone. Annnyway…

  I click onto the next email. It’s from MydickneedsUrtongue2. U sucked me off about three months ago. I haven’t had my dick sucked like that since. Wanted to get at u again but got locked up. But I’m home now and ready for another round, tonight or sometime this weekend. U really know how to handle a dick. The whole time I was in the county, that’s all I kept thinking about.

  The county? Nigga, please! I still have no clue who this man is. Not that his email gave me any real hints. Still, I have no interest in playing the guessing game with him. Obviously, this nigga has no clue how many dicks I’ve swallowed, especially in the last three months. Hell, at least ten or eleven. I type. Glad I was able to leave a lasting impression on you and your cock. But, that was a onetime slurp session, baby. Good luck 2u!

  The next email reads: Hey baby. I had a bad day. Would love to release some stress tonight down in your throat. 6ft1, 195 lbs, gl blk dude, 37.

  I click on the next email: 5 foot 9, two hundred fifty lbs, slightly hairy with 4 inch erect, very thin, uncut cock. Hope you’re okay with it. I roll my eyes. No piggy dick, I’m not! Delete!

  Another email with an attachment comes in from Mydick-needsUrtongue 2. I open the attachment. It’s a picture of his long, veiny dick. Unfortunately, it still doesn’t tell me shit about who the hell it’s attached to. Nor does it change my mind about wetting it. I reply back: Thanks for the pic! I’m sure there are a ton of women who’d love to wet that up for you, but I’m gonna pass. Thanks though.

  The next email is from Mister Seven-And-A-Half. Hey, baby. I can sneak out for a bit tonight. What about u?

  I reply back. Tonight is perfect! Two minutes later, an IM screen pops up. It’s Mr. Seven-And-A-Half.

  THICKSEVEN-AND-A-HALF4U: Wassup?

  DEEPTHROATDIVA: Me sucking on that fat-ass dick. That’s what’s up

  THICKSEVEN-AND-A-HALF4U: lmbao. I need that, bad! This dick’s hard as shit now thinkin bout it

  DEEPTHROATDIVA: Mmmm. And my mouth is wet. I’m here drooling

  THICKSEVEN-AND-A-HALF4U: Yo, I’m sayin, ma. What’s good? U wanna do this?

  DEEPTHROATDIVA: Absolutely. But I should warn u. I’m really hungry tonight, so I hope u can bust more than 1 round

  THICKSEVEN-AND-A-HALF4U: No doubt. I got u. Can we meet somewhere else besides in my truck? I wanna stretch out naked so you can get all up on these balls 2

  DEEPTHROATDIVA: Where?

  THICKSEVEN-AND-A-HALF4U: The Hilton in Elizabeth?

  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 th
e 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.