Voorheeze & Clarkola

by De'Kari

  Voorheeze grabbed the top of her head and helped her swallow his shit. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d received some head this good, but he wasn’t trying to bust off in her mouth. He needed to feel that pussy! Needed to damage those forbidden walls and see what that pussy do.

  He lifted her off her knees and led her over to the couch. He stripped completely out of his clothes and eagerly awaited while she did the same. She was a valley of snow-covered hills and curves. She had a mound of soft blond pubic hair covering her pink pussy that was calling out to him. He couldn’t help it, he got down on his knees and made his way to her pussy.

  She held her breath with anticipation. She had been dreaming of a big black hunk having his way with her for years, but she was always too shy to act on it. She didn’t’ know what came over her today. Maybe it was the stress that she’d been under or the neglect she was receiving at home.

  “Oh my God, Yes!” She let out a loud moan as his thick tongue made its way into her hot pussy. Her sweet nectar bathed his tongue. He guided her to place her right leg on the couch, slightly bent, while he feasted on her. Nobody had ever given her oral sex this mind-blowing before.

  “ooo… oh… OH OHH ooH OHHH YEAH! She started rotating her hips harder as she grabbed each of her breasts and alternated sucking from one nipple to the other. As she sucked her nipples her eyes were glued on him.

  “Sssssss…yeah….ooooh….ooooh!” She could feel her orgasm building, she was ready to explode. Instantly she broke out in a sweat! She finally grabbed his head with both of her hands as she literally fucked his face.

  “Oh Gawwwwwd! Ooooh! Yes!” Rivers of cum shot out of her pussy and covered his face and neck.

  Voorheeze gripped both ass cheeks and continued sucking on her clit. When she stopped shaking, he licked her dry. He stood back up and sat on the couch. After putting on a magnum condom, Voorheeze guided her onto his lap and watched as her juicy pussy lips swallow every last inch of him. Once she had him completely inside of her, she looked at him with a devilish smirk on her face.

  “Are you ready, handsome? Can you handle this big phat ass?” She asked as she looked in his eyes. The moment he opened his mouth to answer her, she shoved one of her sensitive nipples in his mouth. She began bucking and bouncing on his dick like she was a rodeo cowgirl on top of a wild bronco. The tittie he had in his mouth kept falling out while the other massive tit slapped him repeatedly across his face.

  Voorheeze respected how she was taking the dick. He smacked her on her huge ass and grabbed it.

  “Ride this mothafuck’n dick! Come on, take this dick! Show a nigga what you got!” He told her as he pulled her hair with one hand and grabbed her ass with the other.

  She was racing to the finish line, but he wasn’t done. He lifted her off him and bent her over the couch. That big round ass spread out twice as big. His dick jumped with anticipation as he guided his hard shaft to her opening. Voorheeze slid balls deep inside of her. He grabbed her hips and grinded in circular motions. She responded by rotating her ass in the opposite direction. Her poor little pussy just continued to cream, raining juices down her thighs. Once he started power driving his dick into her it was over. He slammed hard, fast and deep. She screamed and he was worried that something was wrong, but when she started moaning, he continued to long-pole her. The sight of his dick being swallowed by her swollen pussy lips drove him crazy. That big ass bouncing back against his thrust was the icing on the cake. Every time she threw it back, he spanked her which drove her crazy. The sensation was so intense, he exploded. He thought for sure he had busted the condom.

  She had another jaw dropping orgasm, which caused her to scream out louder than before. After which, she collapsed on the couch and he dropped down next to her. They both lay there gasping for air with smiles on their faces.

  “Well handsome, that was truly incredible.” She told him once she finally caught her breath.

  “Shit tell me about it. I didn’t think you could move that thang like that.” He responded to her while rubbing on her phat ass.

  “I won’t ever bite off more than I can chew.” She told him.

  “So handsome, what can I call the man who can fuck as good as you just fucked me?”

  “You can call me Jason, ma. Jason Voorheeze.” He told her as his dick began coming back to life.

  “I like Jason, but Voorheeze is an interesting name.” She told him as she grabbed his semi erect penis and slowly started stroking it again.

  “And what’s your name? With all this ass you got.” He asked her as he positioned himself behind her. His dick was rock hard again.

  “Beth…..awwwww…yes…..Bethanie Vieira.” She told him just as he slid back into her hot wet pussy.

  They fucked four more times before exchanging numbers and leaving the hotel. Both wondering why they waited so long to sample a taste of the other race.

  Bethanie Vieira was walking stiff; her pussy was so sore and swollen. But she had a huge smile on her face. The vision of him eating and fucking her, she was definitely going to call him again. She could tell he was from the streets, so she would have to be careful considering her job. But she would most definitely be getting some more of that good dick.

  The sky was nice and dark by the time she pulled out of the parking lot headed home.

  CHAPTER XVII

  Club Carsjanae’s

  The scene was crazy! The atmosphere was electric as always and everyone was feeling the vibe. Clark was in VIP with some of his team popping bottles and peeping out which chick they were going to take home or to a room. Clark decided to wait and let the crowd sort itself out instead of searching for a female.

  Cream always raises to the top. Just like the best doesn’t have to be looked for, it will always be seen. So instead of chasing tail, he sat back with a glass of Crystal and was feeling the beat. Rick Ross was pushing thru the speakers loud and niggaz was feeling that Miami shit. But when that old school Luniz “I GOT FIVE ON IT” came on, niggaz lost their minds!

  “/Playa give me some brew an I might just chill / but I’m the type that like to light another joint like Cypress Hill / I spin Luniz, Spit lugees when I puff on it / I got two bucks on it but it aint enough on it /”

  When the verse started every nigga in the club rapped right along with the song. Niggaz that were smoking were waiving blunts in the air in time with the beat.

  The DJ followed that up wit the “Hyphy Remix”, mothafucka’s were loving it. It was no wonder Carsjanae’s was the hottest club in Northern California. It was evident! The best crowd, hottest DJ’s and VIP lounges were just the beginning.

  “Are you not the talkative type or do you just have no one to talk to?” The voice was silk as he heard the words.

  When he looked up, he could not believe what was before his eyes.

  “Which answer would get you to sit down and find out?” He hoped his reply was sharp enough to leave an impression.

  She stood just above 5”5” with honey-gold skin and a body unlike he had ever seen. C-cup breast, itty bitty waist with an ass that had to be at least 45 inches. Her long, silky hair looked wet as it cascaded all the way down to that ass. Surprisingly, her best feature was a face that only belonged in Heaven.

  “Oh, I was going to do that already. No matter what the answer was.” True to her word she swung that big ass wagon past his face as she sat on the sofa right next to him.

  He caught a whiff of her perfume which smelled like cotton candy as she passed in front of him.

  “Tell me something, is your name as perfect as everything else about you?” His question was as sincere as his desire for her.

  “I’m sorry I think I’m going to disappoint you there.”

  “I highly doubt that.”

  “My name is Spiritual.”

  He looked at her like she was crazy. “Okay Ma, what is it? Something like Shaquita or Jacquanetta?”

  “Honestly, my name is Spiritual.” She laughed at his silliness.
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  For a moment he was at a loss for words.

  “So, in other words you are indeed Heaven sent. I mean if I called you beautiful, I would be disrespecting you. Your body was sculptured flawlessly and now your name is Devine.” Clark’s nose was wide open.

  “Wow! Now that is an impressive compliment”, she replied. The red from her blushing giving her face a sunset glow.

  “Would you care for a drink?” He gestured for the Crystal.

  “Yes, thank you.” She told him as she watched him pour a glass and hand it to her.

  “So, tell me for real, what’s up? How is it that you’re this perfect and still single?” Clark wasn’t trynna fuck off his chances, but he wasn’t gonna sit and beat around the bush either.

  “Well, for starters I neva said that I was single, and no one is perfect honey not even I.” She took a drink of the Crystal after that.

  They talked the remainder of the night. Oblivious to any and everyone but each other. Every now and then Clark would break the intimate connection they were sharing to refill their glasses. She truly was perfect to him.

  He seemed like he really wanted to know so she told him her story.

  She was originally from North Carolina, working as a marketing executive in a small firm. She ended up in California after being scouted by a large firm. She was in a marriage that was helplessly all but over. She and her husband had not been intimate for a couple of years and neva had any children.

  Proof that nothing could stay perfect, midway thru the night, there was some commotion going on. Clark paid it no mind until Tut yelled out that it was Linell. Clark excused himself after asking Spiritual not to leave. He and the rest of his crew rushed outside to the back of the club where the altercation was taking place. Anybody that didn’t move out of the way got mowed down. When they finally reached the front of the crowd, Linell was beating the dog-shit out of some Incredible Hulk looking mothafucka. It was literally some embarrassing shit, the way Linell was dog-walking the nigga.

  The bouncers were holding everybody back, making sure nobody was trying to come to the nigga’s rescue. All around the crowd was going bananas cause of the ass-whooping they were seeing. The nigga that was getting whooped stood 6”2” and weighed 290 lbs. solid muscle. He looked like that nigga The Rock back when he was still wrestling. To Clark, he looked like he should be up in somebody’s octagon trying to get a UFC belt or something.

  If you didn’t know Linell, you might underestimate him because of his size and easy-going personality. If anyone in that crowd had underestimated him, they had a change of mind tonight.

  Some other big muscle-bound nigga was trying to ease his way by one of the bouncers who was furthest from the door. The nigga was on some dope fiend, sneak shit. The bouncer was more concerned with watching the fight than doing his job and being on security, which could prove to be fatal considering the nigga had a chrome 45 in his hands.

  When the nigga broke free of the crowd, he was only 10 feet from Linell and the bouncer still hadn’t spotted him.

  The fight, even if it could be remotely considered that, was clearly over a long time ago. Now Linell was just punishing the nigga. He slammed his head repeatedly against the wall. When the nigga fell, he picked him up and did it again, paying no attention to the amount of blood that was coming from his head.

  Clark was gonna step in and prevent Linell from killing the nigga but if you knew Linell you knew not to grab him trying to break up a fight, that’s when he really went berserk. That was the quickest way to be his next victim.

  The nigga that got past the bouncer started to raise his 45 Magnum.

  “Nigga I know you aint trynna turn dis bitch into a cemetery?” Neal challenged as he jammed the barrel of his .40 Cal into the side of the nigga’s head.

  The nigga stopped dead in his tracks the moment he felt the barrel touch his head. The sight of the long ass hockey stick (extended clip) hanging from the .40 quieted the crowed.

  “Keith!” Neal called out to the bouncer, dude just walked by.

  “Yeah Boss?” His voice was filled with nervousness when he answered.

  “Nigga grab dat mothafuck’n Cannon out this bitch-ass niggaz hand.” He told him as he rammed the barrel even harder into his temple.

  Keith rushed to carry out the order. By now the new scene playing out had even gotten Linell’s attention. The nigga he was beating was laid out bleeding profusely.

  The nigga didn’t hesitate to let go of the 45 when Keith reached for it.

  “Now gone head and take that shit with you to the car”, Neal further instructed Keith.

  “Take it with me?” Keith looked so dumbfounded when he asked that.

  “Nigga yo mothafuck’n job is security.” In one quick motion Neal snatched his hand back then brought the bottom of the barrel crashing down on the nigga temple! Lights out! No questions.

  He then turned and had it pointed at Keith. “Apparently you failed you job tonight Rogue. You fired nigga. Now is that a problem?”

  Keith looked like he wanted to say something but then thought twice about it. “Naaw it aint no problem Rogue.” He turned and walked off.

  Keith didn’t know how to respond; he and Neal grew up together. Neal didn’t give a fuck though, all Neal cared about was the nigga almost let the mothafucka shoot Linell. Linell was his Ace-Boone-Coone.

  Now that the excitement was over, the crowd began to disperse and head back to having a good time. The DJ came over the speakers and announced that the next couple of songs were dedicated to the solid niggaz who had gotten wrapped up in the Al-Qaeda sweep. He sent out prayers and wishes, then put on Dem Hoodstarz and the Young Fellons “Definition”.

  Back in the VIP lounge Clark saw Spiritual waiting patiently for him as he made his way back to her.

  “Did you boys have your little excitement for the night?” She sarcastically asked him in good humor once he was seated.

  “Shit I was making sure my folks was straight, but his people had him.” Wasn’t no need for Clark to front like he did something. “I’m ready for some excitement though”, he told her as he grabbed one of the bottles of Crystal and drunk straight out the bottle.

  “Then why we still sitting here?” She challenged.

  He responded by grabbing her hand and standing up. He told Tut that he was getting ready to dip.

  They made their way across the club headed for the door as Dem Hoodstarz “Move Mean” was playing.

  Outside he took off his leather jacket and draped it across her shoulders. The sky looked like it would rain. The wind blew with a nice cold chill which made him drape his arm around her. Once they got inside the car he turned the heater up nice and good. Then he turned the music on low.

  Spiritual sat quietly while a thousand thoughts ran through her mind.

  This would be the first time that she cheated on her husband. Even though it had been years since he last touched her, her pride and dignity wouldn’t allow her to cheat on him. She caught him cheating, it cut her deeply but eventually she forgave him because she still had love for him.

  His love for her was not enough because he continued to cheat. Not only did he continue but he blatantly did it in the open. Finally, she got fed up and filed for divorce. He had the nerves to tell her to withdraw the papers, but she refused. He beat her so severely that she was in the hospital for two weeks and she still refused to withdraw the papers, she was done.

  One evening she got home from work and found a box with a note on top of it that said, “Play Me”. When she opened the box, there was a DVD in it with another note. The note told her that if she didn’t withdraw the divorce, he would upload the video to the internet. She played the video as tears rolled down her cheeks. It was the video that they made on their honeymoon. At that time, even though she was completely against it, she did it for him. After all, he was her husband and it was their honeymoon. She sat in the living room crying all night. The next morning, tired, sad, scared and feeling defeated, she go
t up, took a shower and made her way down to the courthouse.

  Spiritual was so confused. On one hand she was wondering if she could follow through with it and on the other, her pussy was on fire it felt like she was heating the seat. She glanced over at Clark and he was everything she fantasized about. A straight thug! Back in the day she had always heard the talk about that Thug Dick. She wondered if it really was what other females made it out to be. Her divorce wasn’t final, but the marriage was over, she was just waiting for the judges stamp of approval. Spiritual made her decision, tonight she would find out if the rumors were true.

  Clark pulled into the Four Seasons Hotel. He parked the car and they made their way inside. He requested the penthouse suite. He wasn’t trying to floss when pulled out his knot of bills, shit just was the way it was. The inside of the Four Seasons was plush but neither one of them was paying attention to it. Their minds were on the debauchery that awaited.

  While going up in the elevator, fear lost the raging war to lust! Spiritual’s entire body was on fire and she needed Clark to put it out. Once they were inside the suite, she turned around and pushed him back up against the door, attacking him like a hungry puma. They kissed lustfully, eagerly anticipating what was to come next. They fumbled with each other’s clothes while doing so.

  Spiritual broke the kiss after biting him on his lip and got down on her knees. Her heart was pounding so loud she could hear it in her head. Her breathing was deep and heavy. She reached inside his zipper and pulled out his rock-hard cock. Her mouth watered at the sight of it as she thought to herself how it would feel. She circled the head with her tongue while stroking him.

  Clark watched as Spiritual was playing with his dick and it was driving him crazy. She opened her mouth as wide as she could, then she swallowed him whole. He had neva seen anything like that. He was thinking to himself how she was able to deep-throat all of that? Spiritual suddenly began sucking his dick as if she was enjoying it more than him.