Deep Throat Diva

by Cairo

  “Yeah, tell me about it. That’s always been one of our problems, her ass not wanting to work, or keep a job when she gets it.”

  Although my first mind tells me to say hell fucking no, I’m a businesswoman. And the fact that Mariah can braid the fuck out of some hair would definitely be a nice touch around here. The bitch can do all types of exclusive braid designs. This could definitely be a good look for the salon; especially since I’m now looking to bring on a barber-stylist as well. Shit, niggas like to keep their heads tight, too. And if there’s money to be made, I need to be getting it. “Does she have her papers?” I ask, pondering the possibilities.

  “Nah, she doesn’t. I keep telling her to take her ass back to school to get them shits. But she’s always on some ’I ain’t beat’ type shit.”

  “Well, tell her as soon as she gets her papers straight, she can definitely come on board. I’d love to have her. But until then, sorry, I run a licensed salon, and everyone who works here must have all their credentials in order.”

  “I feel you,” he says, fanning his legs open and shut. I try to keep myself from looking in his crotch. I’ve never, ever, looked at Stax sexually. But, I can’t front. His body is fucking ridiculous. I had no idea he was chiseled up the way he is. OhmyGod, I’m embarrassed to say this shit. But this nigga, sitting here all buffed up and sweaty, is making me horny. “Pash, on some real shit, I wish she was more like…” His voice starts to trail off as I glance at the veins running along his forearms. Without thinking, I pick up a stack of mail that’s been sitting on my desk for the last few days and start shuffling through it. “…I swear she’s so unmotivated. All she wants to do is hangout with her girls ’n shit.”

  The minute I see the manila envelope addressed to me with no return address I know what it is and who it’s from without having to open it. I slump my shoulders. Everything in my body goes numb. I will my hands steady.

  “Yo, Pash, you okay? Pash?”

  I bring my attention back to Stax. “Unh, what’d you say?”

  “I asked if you were aiight. I was talkin’ and you went somewhere else on me. Is e’erything aiight?”

  “Oh yeah,” I say, getting up to walk toward the shredder. I decide that whatever is in this envelope I don’t need to see it. Stax watches me as I stick it in the slot. When the whirring stops and it’s completely shredded, I walk back over to my desk. Force a smile on my face. “I’m good. Actually, I haven’t felt better.”

  He tightly presses his legs together, causing me to catch a quick glimpse of the thick lump in his sweats. I shift my eyes as he stands up. “Aiight, then. I guess I betta go.”

  OhmiGod, his dick is hard, I think, feeling myself break out in a sweat. I quickly shift my eyes, standing as well. “Thanks for stopping by,” I say, walking around the desk.

  “No doubt, ma.” He gives me a hug and a kiss on the cheek, then steps back. The gesture catches me completely off guard. “Yo, Pash…on some real shit, if you ever need me, I got you, aiight?”

  I tilt my head, not understanding the intent or the meaning for his statement. “Thanks, I appreciate you saying that. But why?”

  He shrugs. “I don’t know. You seem like you’re goin’ through something, that’s all. You my peoples so if somebody’s fuckin’ with you, then they fuckin’ with me. You feel me?”

  I hope Felecia didn’t run her mouth to him. I smile at him. “You know, Stax, I knew underneath all that muscle and attitude was a big ole loveable teddy bear.”

  He laughs. “Yeah, aiight, ma. Keep that shit on the low.”

  “I got you,” I say, widening my smile.

  “Aiight, I’m outta here. Remember what I said. I got you.”

  I nod, waving him on. “I appreciate it. Thanks for stopping by.”

  “No doubt.” I follow him to the door, shutting it behind him. I lean up against it, wondering where the hell all that was coming from. I suddenly feel hot and dizzy at the thought of him knowing more than he should. And if he does, the idea of him getting in Jasper’s ear makes me want to vomit. I head into the bathroom and turn on the faucet, staring at my reflection in the mirror. Trifling bitch! I hear in my head as I splash cold water on my face, then grab a hand-towel and pat dry my face and neck dry. Oh God, I think I’m gonna be sick. I flip up the toilet seat, grip the sides of the bowl, and toss my guts up.

  TWENTY-THREE

  “Aaaah, aaaah…you sucking the shit outta this dick, baby…fuck!” I am squatting down in front of Jasper—naked and horny with his dick in my mouth, slurping and gulping down every inch of him while playing with my clit. I am moaning. I’m not sure if it’s sucking his dick, me playing with my clit, or a combination of the two that has me in a zone. “Fuck, yo…”

  My spit rolls down his shaft. I lick it. I wash his balls, wet them up with a bunch of spit, then pop them both in my mouth. I moan. He moans, dipping at the knees.

  “Mmmmm…aaah, shit…fuck…make love to that dick…Aaah, shit…let me get that throat, baby…yeah, that’s it…grab them titties for me…” I’m giving Jasper all neck using my hands to play with my nipples.

  “You nasty…yeah, you like that shit…damn…you takin’ all that dick…oh shit, you fuckin’ nasty, yo…Let me taste that sweet pussy, yo. Can I have that fat pussy, baby?”

  I nod, moaning. Five minutes later, I’m gulping down his nut, then licking my lips; completely satisfied. “It’s my turn,” Jasper says, dropping down on his knees. He pulls my tangerine thong to the side and starts sucking on my clit. I stand, watching my man’s long tongue flick in and out of his mouth, lapping at my clit. He grabs me by the ass, pulls me into his face, burying his nose into the soft curly patch of hair. I grab the back of his head and push him further into my pussy.

  I start playing with my titties, then lightly pinching my nipples until my knees buckle. Before I know it, I am squirting my juices everywhere. In Jasper’s mouth and all over his face. He continues lapping and slurping every bit of it up, causing me to have one orgasm after another. My legs feel like they’re ready to give out any minute now. I brace myself up against the wall to keep from collapsing. Pleased with his tongue assault on my clit and pussy, Jasper stands. He has pussy juice dripping down his chin. He grins. “My baby got that good juicy shit, word up.”

  He leans into me, gives me his tongue. I greedily suck on it, then begin sucking on his lips and chin. He slips two fingers inside of me and starts finger-fucking me. In a matter of minutes, I am cumming again; this time all over his hand.

  “Fuck me,” I beg, humping on his fingers while grabbing for his dick. I jerk it. “Oooh, let me feel this big dick in me…”

  He parts my legs, lifts me up, then brushes the tip of his dick against my wet slit. He sticks the head in, then quickly pulls out before I can grind down on it. “Is that what you want?” he asks, teasing me.

  “Yesssss, damn it!”

  He pushes his dick back in me, loosens his grip on my hips, then says, “Ride that shit then…” He braces his back up against the wall, and I do just that. I wrap my arms around his neck, lean back and wildly buck my hips, galloping up and down on his dick. He matches my rhythm with deep upward thrusts, driving his cock deeper inside me. I bounce up and down on his dick. We both let out loud groans and moans of pleasure, letting the other know we’re about to cum. Jasper’s dick swells inside of me and he relentlessly pounds in and out of me. “You wanna nut wit’ me, baby?”

  “Uhh…uhhhhh…yes, I wanna nut all over this big-ass dick…” He slaps me on the ass as I gallop faster and faster, grabbing and milking his shaft. I am cumming. He is cumming. We both let out another round of loud moans, then he explodes inside of me. And, as my body uncontrollably shakes, I splash all over his cock, juices gushing out everywhere.

  With his dick still inside of me, we both slide down to the floor, sweaty and exhausted. But the freaky beast in me wants to pull his cock out of me and begin sucking my juices off, along with the juices around his balls before it dries up. Bu
t I don’t. I’m too weak to move. And so is Jasper. The only thing each of us is able to do is gaze into the other’s eyes. No words are needed. We kiss, savoring the hot, sweaty fuck session.

  For the rest of the day, Jasper and I fuck. Make love. Fuck some more. On the floor, in the shower, on the counter, on the dining room table, across the sofa, in the laundry room, in the bedroom, we christen every part of the house, leaving the scent of sweat and a well-fucked pussy etched in the air.

  After fucking all morning and most of the afternoon, it dawns on me that we haven’t eaten all day. I am downstairs in the kitchen preparing him something to eat. This is actually the first time I’ve cooked for Jasper since before he got locked up. As I’m slicing cucumbers and tomatoes for a garden salad, the house phone rings. I rinse my hands, then pick up the cordless on the counter. It’s Nana.

  “Hey, Nana,” I say, placing the phone in the crook of my neck. I decide to put it on speaker instead so I can move about the kitchen more freely.

  “Hey, baby doll.”

  I smile. “How are you?”

  “I am blessed and favored. God is good.”

  I shake my head. “Yes, He is.”

  “All the time,” she continues. “He keeps me wrapped in His grace and mercy.”

  I roll my eyes up in my head, catching Jasper standing in the doorway bare-chested with a brown towel wrapped around his waist. He grins. “I know, Nana.”

  “I just got off the phone with pastor. I reserved the church for the wedding.”

  Jasper shakes his head no, making slicing gestures across his throat with his hand to dead that idea. I wave him on. “Church? Umm, Nana…listen, Jasper and I aren’t having a church ceremony.” Jasper snickers. I roll my eyes at him. I can imagine her bucking her eyes, adjusting her rimmed glasses at that. “We’re planning a garden wedding.”

  “A garden wedding? What in the world? You young people today…”

  Jasper drops his towel and starts playing with his dick. I stare at him; watch him pleasure himself, feeling myself becoming flustered. “Ummm, Nana…I have to go. Can I call you later, please?”

  “Go on, baby,” she says. And before she can say another word, I hang up on her. I stare at Jasper, raising my eyebrows, grinning. “Why you come down here like that?” I ask, pointing at his nakedness.

  “I’m hungry,” he says, licking his lips.

  I walk over to the oven and open it, checking on the salmon. “Well, the fish is almost ready. You’ll be able to eat in a few.”

  He walks up on me, grabbing me by the waist. “That’s not what I’m hungry for.”

  I smile. “Then what you hungry for?” I ask, coyly.

  He kisses me, softly at first, then more passionately. He grabs my ass over my silk robe, presses me up against his growing cock. “You,” he states, dropping to his knees. I untie my robe, slide it off my shoulders, and let it fall to the kitchen floor.

  “Then eat me,” I softly say, parting my legs. I toss my head back and moan the minute he mounts his mouth over my clit and greedily sucks on it until my juices splash against his tongue and all over his face.

  After Jasper finishes snacking on me, then eating the lunch I’ve prepared for him, he goes downstairs in the basement to watch the sports channel on the Sony 52-inch flat screen that I hardly ever watch, or turn on for that matter. I leave him down there, yapping on the phone with Monty, talking sports lingo that’s way over my head and of no interest to me.

  I go upstairs, run myself a hot bath, then slowly slink my body down into the steamy, fragrant-filled water. I lean my head back and close my eyes, remembering when it all began.

  “So dig. This sexy bitch had her hot mouth mounted ’round my dick ’n shit. Nah, son…I ain’t do shit. I lay back and let her nasty-ass take control, feel me? Hell yeah, the bitch had me feelin’ right. She licked ’round the head, then kissed my shit before runnin’ her tongue up ’n down the right side, then the left side of it. Then my whole dick disappeared in her mouth. She downed nine, son, like a champ. Yo, word is bond, son. She’s a dick-suckin’ machine. Nonstop suckin’, man. …Yeah, man…She cupped my balls, then started squeezin’ them shits. Had a muhfucka moanin’ like a real bitch, son. Nah, real talk, baby boy. You know how I do it, yo. When you ever know me to front on some broad wettin’ this dick? Exactly, son. So, you know what it is. Yeah, son…she knows how to yank them muhfuckas wit’out tryna rip ’em off a muhfucka, feel me. Had a nigga’s toes curlin’, son. Man, listen…this bitch is the truth, son.…Nah, nigga…I met her online…You remember that site I was tellin’ you ’bout? Word is bond, my nigga… that shit’s live. Hell, yeah, son…they freakier than them bitches on MySpace and BlackPlanet put together…. Nah, she ain’t ugly. The bitch is fiiyah, son. Bangin’ body, the works…”

  I stood in the bathroom of the seedy motel I was in, with the door cracked, listening to how the nigga I had just finishing sucking off was on his cell with one of his boys, bragging on my skills. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, still naked, with his back toward the bathroom door.

  Truth be told. A part of me wanted to be pissed that he couldn’t keep his trap shut. I had to remind myself that he was young—twenty-three, to be exact. However, there was this other part of me that was flattered that he couldn’t wait to get on the phone to let his boys know the good dick sucking he’d been blessed with. He had been the chosen one for the night out of the twenty or so email responses I had gotten that night. And he was the youngest out of the responses. Still, I liked his stats, and he had a pretty golden brown dick that looked made for all-night sucking.

  He was one of them thuggish, tree-smoking roughnecks who wore his sagging jeans practically around his knees—showing off his designer boxers and ass—instead of up on his waist where they belonged. And he wore his hair in neatly braided cornrows and had a fresh edge up and trimmed mustache. He was young and sexy with a hard, horny dick. I let him finger my pussy while I dusted him off. Then when the nigga asked to eat my pussy I knew right then that I was going to give him another round of tongue and throat. So the fact that he was on the phone excitedly sharing what I’d done to him was to be expected.

  I smiled as I listened for a few seconds more before stepping back into the room. I cleared my throat so he knew I was back. He glanced over at me, quickly telling whoever he had on the line that he had to bounce.

  I guess I surprised him when I walked over to him, then pushed him back on the bed and took his dick into my mouth and sucked it back to life. Slowly, I started inchin’ his dick into my mouth, then down into my throat. I gurgled and gulped his dick until his toes started to open and close, then I pulled his cock from out of my mouth and spit all over it, before popping it back in my mouth and rapidly sucking it; making loud popping sounds.

  “Damn…oh, fuck…” he moaned, gripping the sheets and bucking his hips while thrashing his head from side to side. If I had been a prostitute, I could have had him trick up every dime he had in his pocket on my head game. Lucky for him, I was only a chick who enjoyed sucking dick—free of charge.

  As soon as he was ready to spill his nut, I pulled off his condom and began jerking his cock between my titties, flapping my tongue back and forth as the head of his dick popped in and out. He came in a loud roar, releasing a bucket of cum that coated my titties, neck and face. I looked up at him with a satisfied smile on my face. His eyes were closed and he was breathing heavy as he laid there motionless.

  When he finally opened his eyes and was able to sit up, I told him that I had overheard him talking on the phone. He looked completely embarrassed. “My bad. No disrespect meant, ma. It’s just that…”

  I reached up and placed a finger to his lips. “You never had your dick sucked like that before,” I finished for him, smiling. “No apology needed.”

  He grinned. “Yeah, sumthin’ like that.”

  I climbed up on the bed and straddled him. “Well, how about whoever you were on the phone with, you call back and tell them to
come over so they can watch how it’s done.”

  He looked at me surprised. “Word?” he asked excitedly. “You want me to call my niggas and tell ’em to come through?”

  “Not niggas,” I corrected, stroking his sticky dick. “Nigga, as in one of your boys. But there are some ground rules. No phones, no cameras, no video recording devices. The only thing he can bring with him is a hard, clean—and I do mean, clean, dick. Understand?”

  His face lit up like at kid at Christmas. “No doubt.” I rolled off of him onto my back, playing in my pussy. “Can we fuck you?”

  I smiled, shaking my head. I couldn’t blame him for wanting to feel my pussy wrapped around his dick. After all, he’d already had his tongue in it. “No. There’s no fucking involved. Sucking dick and eating my pussy are the only two things on the menu tonight. Make sure your boy understands the rules.”

  “I gotchu, ma,” he said, retrieving his cell. “Aye, yo, my nig…guess what? ’Member the chick I was tellin’ you ’bout?…” he lowered his voice, glancing over at me. I pretended to be too caught up in the throes of a self-induced orgasm to be paying him any attention. “…yeah, son…Yo, she wanna a threesome, my nig…Nah, she ain’t fuckin’…she suckin’ and gulpin, son…You wit’ it? Bet…” he gave his boy the name of the motel, then told him what the ground rules were. “…aiight, no doubt. Hit me on the hip when you ’bout to get here…aiight, one!”

  Forty minutes later, his boy walked through the door wearing baggy jeans, a long white tee and a pair of Timberland boots. He had a fitted Yankees cap on his head. The chitchat and banter were kept to a minimum. I told the young buck to strip down, and surprisingly his dick was already brick hard by the time he stepped out of his boxers. I summoned him over to the bed with my finger, then laid back and hung my head over the edge of the bed.

  I opened my mouth, then reached up and guided his young hard dick down into my throat while his boy ate my pussy. By the time we finished, it was almost three in the morning and I had them both stumbling out of there with empty sacks.