Dirty Heat
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“Well, that’s a relief,” she said, looking me over. “I mean, I don’t think you are. But nowadays, you never know. You see what happened to Latrice and Herbie. After all those years together, she catches him in some motel room with a tranny. And here she thought he was as straight as an arrow. Then come to find out, he likes men in wigs and fishnet stockings and nasty-ass kitten heels. He didn’t even look like he’d go that way. So you never know.”
I cringed. Here we go with this shit. Herbie is her sister’s husband. And the fact that she was bringing that sordid shit up at that moment was like comparing apples to oranges. They were two separate things. But not in my wife’s eyes. Apparently, I’d hit a nerve with her.
I let her vent her dismay with how he hurt her sister. Still, at the end of the day, that shit had nothing to do with me, or my question to her. Hell. I wasn’t interested in same-sex nothing. He was. And, shit, the question I’d asked had nothing to do with me…directly, anyway. Well, as far as she knew.
Yeah, it was my indirect way to gauge how she’d react to the idea before I broached the subject of her possibly trying it with me. However, all that extra shit she was talking wasn’t necessary. But truth be told, she had her opinion. And I had my own. And for me, ass play had nothing to do with sexual preference. It was about pleasure. Period.
However, I kept my true feelings to myself.
“Well, that’s not me,” I assured her, keeping my eyes locked on her. “I’m not into any of that. You know that.”
She smirked. “Oh, really? Do I? I mean, since when you start asking me about men wanting to be fucked in the ass? That sounds a little suspect to me.”
“C’mon, Krista. Let’s not turn this into something more than what it is. First of all, it was a theoretical question, baby. And, secondly, I thought you and I were able to talk about any-and-every-thing.”
She eyed me, long and hard. “We can. But that kind of talk—ass licking and fingering—makes all kinds of red flags go up for me.”
I sighed. Told her not to let her imagination run wild. That she had nothing to be worried about, or anything to doubt. I was completely heterosexual.
“Well, then, since you’re asking—hypothetically, that is, is that something you want, someone to poke around in your ass?”
Hell yeah.
I swallowed. “Nah. I was simply sharing some shit I overheard down at the barbershop, that’s all.”
“Down at the barbershop?” she scoffed. “Oh hell no. You mean to tell me a man getting an ass licking was some open discussion being had by a bunch of so-called straight men?” She shook her head. “Mmmph. Sounds like somebody’s up in there trying to have themselves some kind of booty-fest. And, if not, I’d be looking at him, or any other man side-eyed for even entertaining that conversation, especially in the company of other men.”
I let out a nervous chuckle. “Whoa, baby. Hold up. You’re blowing a simple question all out of proportion. This was about a man letting a woman finger and tongue him. Not another man. The question was simply, ‘do you think he’s gay for letting a woman do it?’ ”
“Mmph. You already know my answer to that. Like I said, any man who wants to be played with back there is suspect, period. And, all I know is, if you ever came home and asked me to lick your ass, or to stick my fingers, or anything else, up in it, I’d be hurt. And I wouldn’t be able to trust you.”
I gave her a look of disbelief. “Are you serious?
“As a heart attack. I love you, Kendall. But I know me. I’d always be thinking in the back of my mind that it’d only be a matter of time before you’d be on all fours glancing over your shoulder, looking to get some dick.”
My jaws tightened. I shook my head. “Now you’re talking real crazy.”
“How am I talking crazy, huh? I’m telling you how I’d feel about it.”
“And I’m telling you I’d have to be attracted to another man to want dick, Krista. Trust me, baby. Another mofo’s dick is the last thing I’m interested in.”
“Well, I’m not saying you are. I thought we were speaking hypothetically.”
“We were. I mean, we are.”
“Then, hypothetically speaking, it’d still be in the back of my mind. And I’d always be looking at you sideways, looking for signs that maybe you were bisexual.” She shook her head. “It’d be too much for me. I’d have to divorce you.”
I scoffed. “Divorce? See. Now you’re letting this spin way to the left. It was a simple question.”
She glanced meaningfully at me. “And I gave you my answer; hypothetically speaking; remember? I’m not accusing you, Kendall, of any sketchy wrongdoing. I’m simply stating a fact. And now I’m asking you, again, is that what you want? Your ass fucked?”
No. Licked. Fingered.
I considered her question. Considered her very visceral reaction to the question I’d posed about a man wanting ass play. “Come on, babe. I already told you. No.”
“Well, since we’re having this conversation, is it a secret fantasy of yours?”
It used to be. Now it’s a reality.
“No. No fantasy of mine.” I reached for her. Pulled her up from her seat, then pulled her into my arms, kissing her. “My only fantasy is you, baby.”
She smirked. “Yeah, right. Every man has some secret desire.”
Yeah, like you licking my ass and kissing this asshole every now and then.
I raised a brow, smirking. “Oh, yeah? And what secret desires do you have, baby? Do tell.”
“I only have one. I don’t want my man desiring some nastiness with another man; that’s all I desire.”
I blinked. I couldn’t believe what had come out of her mouth. Of all the things to secretly crave, or fantasize about, the only thing Krista could focus on was the idea of her man, me, wanting to get down with another man. Like damn. My dick would have jumped if she’d said she fantasized about having a threesome. That she secretly fantasized about being tied up and gang-fucked.
Or better yet, about pleasing her damn man. But, hell, no such luck! The only shit she could come up with was, her man not fucking, or getting fucked by, another man. Talk about creativity at its finest.
“Well, no worries there, baby,” I said reassuringly. “Believe that.” I kissed her again. This time, cupping her ass. “You feel that hard dick? Does that feel like a man wanting to be with another man?”
She relaxed and grinned. “Not really. But…”
“ ‘But’ nothing. I’m not looking to have nothing stuck in my ass.”
Only a woman’s tongue, a few fingers…maybe a small, thin vibrator if I’m horny enough. I couldn’t believe Krista, my wife, was going there with me, of all people. I’d never been the type to knock what someone else did behind closed doors. Their likes, their desires, are none of my concern. I respect everyone’s space and their right to their private moments. What they do sexually has nothing to do with me. So if Herbie has a thing for trannies on the side, that wasn’t/isn’t my cross to bear. It’s his. And it’s his wife’s decision to either deal with it or not.
At that moment, Herbie was still out of the house. But let him tell it, he was still fucking her. So, what did that say? Either she was confused, too emotionally caught up in him to let him go, couldn’t let go of that hard dick, was willing to work through it, or all the above.
Regardless, it wasn’t my business. And the fact that Krista had the audacity to bring his transgressions with another man into a discussion that had nothing to do with same-sex cheating had me feeling some type of way.
That was far from who I was, or who I am. I wasn’t interested in—or attracted to—other men. So I wasn’t looking to sleep with one, period, point blank.
Hell, I wasn’t even interested in being pegged by a woman wielding a strap-on, or fucked by a dildo. But I’d taken a finger back there.
And…
I was twenty-six. And it was a few months before Krista and I met. I was out in Vegas with a few of my frat brothers,
popping bottles at another one of our frat brother’s bachelor party being held at a private rooftop club overlooking the city.
There were about fifteen badass strippers there to entertain us however any one of us wanted it. And most of the bros there were in full swing taking full advantage of the free-access pussy and head.
Except me.
I had my sights on the sexiest one who stood out from the rest. She was the one who’d caught my eye. She had voluptuous red lips, honeydew-melon breasts, a flat stomach, and a big bubblicious-ass that bounced and shook in sync to the music. She watched me watching her. Licked her lips—exposing a long pink tongue, and swung her hips, thrusting her pelvis, her eyes never leaving mine. My dick stirred for the first time that night.
I wanted her. Bad.
Fortunately, I didn’t have to wait long. Or make a move. She’d made it first. She liked what she saw and came for it. One foot in front of the other, back straight, pelvis thrusting, she cat-walked her way over to me.
“What’s your name, baby?”
“Kendall.” I extended my hand to hers. “And yours?”
“Peaches.” She licked her lips, letting her warm hand get lost in mine. Before I could ask her how she got her name, she added, “ ’Cause I’m real sweet ’n’ juicy.”
I grinned. “I like that.”
“You like that? Oh, no, sweetheart. You’d love it.”
I eyed her, feeling everything inside of me overheat. “Oh, yeah?”
“Mmhmm.” She wagged a finger for me to lean in closer. “I wanna coat your lips with my juices, then fuck you,” she whispered in my ear.
“Damn. You suck dick?”
She threw her head back, and laughed. “Do I suck dick? Does Queen Elizabeth have a throne? Of course I suck dick. What kind of question is that? Sucking dick is the fastest way to a man’s heart, or into his wallet.”
I laughed. “Is that so? Well, good thing I didn’t fly way out here looking for love, but how ’bout I buy you a drink, then see where the rest of the night takes us?”
She smirked, brushing up on me as she swished her hips toward the bar. I followed behind her, mesmerized by the sway of her hips.
Several drinks in and two hundred dollars later, I was ready to get butt-naked, and roll around on satiny hotel sheets. But my brain went on pause the minute she asked, “You ever had your ass licked?”
I almost choked on my drink. “Oh, shit.” I coughed. “I can’t believe you just asked me that. Is this some kind of trick question? If that’s your roundabout way of asking if I’m gay, then the answer is hell no.”
She grinned, then licked her lips. “That’s good to know. But as fine as you are, I wouldn’t care if you were. I’d still give you some. But, no, I wasn’t asking for that reason,” she assured me as she dragged her gaze up and down my body. “I wanna see how nasty I can get with you. Now answer the question. Have you ever had your ass licked?”
Although I could feel my dick stretching, my mouth went suddenly dry. I swallowed. “Nah. Never had that done.”
She licked them luscious lips again. “Can I lick it for you?”
I frowned. “Hell, no, you can’t lick my ass. That’s some homo shit. I told you I’m not gay.”
She laughed. “Silly man, there’s nothing homo, as you say, about a man allowing a woman to please him in every way possible. But if you’re not open-minded enough to let a woman explore you, then you’re not the one for me. I was wrong for approaching you.”
I watched as she slid off the barstool. She started to grab her drink, but I stopped her. “Hold up. Where you going?”
“To find me a man I can freak. I’m looking to get freaky tonight, baby. Not simply get fucked. I’m not like most women. I’m very open-minded about sex and about pleasing a man. And I like my men adventurous.”
Damn. She’s bold.
She had my dick hard, harder than it’d ever been. And there was no way I was trying to pass up a night with her, one which seemed filled with the promise of good pussy and a night I’d always remember. There was no way I was letting the opportunity slip through my fingers.
I took another sip of my drink and relaxed a little.
“Nah. I’m all the man you need tonight.”
She eyed me. “You sure about that?”
I swallowed. “Yeah. I’m sure. You took me by surprise; that’s all. I’ve never had a female ask me that before.”
“Well, like I said. I’m not your average woman. Pleasure is mutual, baby. And I take pleasure in pleasing a man. And turning him out.”
I grinned. “Oh word? Is that right?”
“Yes,” she purred. “I like it all, baby. Sucking dick. Licking balls. Swallowing. Licking ass. I do it all. And tonight, I wanna do you. You look like you have some nice, juicy ass.”
“Damn. Why me?”
“Why not you? You’re fine as hell. And I wanna make you feel real good. That’s if I haven’t scared you.” She pursed her lips, tilting her head.
I laughed. “Scared? Who, me? Never that. I’m always up for a challenge.”
She slowly dragged her tongue over her lips. “I promise you. It’ll be the best experience of your life.’ ”
My dick twitched in my boxers. “Oh, damn. It’s like that?”
Heat flashed in her eyes as she slowly nodded her head. “Oh, you have no idea, baby. Now let’s go to your room so I can show you just how nasty I like it.”
Nothing else needed to be said. I paid my tab, then followed her to the bank of elevators. The minute we stepped inside and the doors shut, it was on. We started kissing and groping each other up. Between the gin and her eagerness to please, she had me horny as fuck. I pressed her back into the wall and shoved my tongue down in her throat, grinding my rock-hard dick into her. She spread her legs and allowed me to slide a hand up between her thighs. She wasn’t wearing any panties. And her pussy was soaking wet.
Exactly the way I liked it.
“Fuck,” I muttered. “I could fuck you right here if I had a condom with me.”
She moaned against my lips. “Mmm. And I’d let you.” She reached for my dick. “I hope you know how to use this. I love it big, baby. And I like it all night.”
“Oh, I know how to use it,” I promised, toying with her clit. “Wait and see.”
The elevator doors opened, and we staggered out of it still pawing at each other. We couldn’t get inside my hotel room fast enough.
The minute we stumbled inside, and the door slammed shut behind us, buttons flew open, shoes were kicked off, clothes were strewn about. Kissing, groping, bucking, our naked bodies finally made it to the bedroom.
I’d never eaten the pussy of a female I didn’t know, but that night I had my face between her thighs. I ran the tip of my tongue over every inch of her thick lips, then up over her clit and teased around it. “Damn,” I murmured between her thighs. I moaned as I licked and sucked her. She was right. She was juicy. And her juices tasted sweet, like peppermint.
“Mmm, baby, yes, yes. Right there. Lick all over my pussy. Get all of Peaches’ sweet juices. My turn, boo,” she said, breathlessly as she tried to move. “Let me suck that dick, then taste your ass.”
My dick jumped.
I kept licking her with broad wet strokes.
“Mmmm…please. Let me get some dick.”
I ignored her protests, sucking on her clit and pushing two fingers in as deeply as I could, then stirring them in and out of her until my fingertips swept over her. Her pussy juice splashed out of her, over my hand, on my lips, on my chin.
She was wetter than a river. Juicier than any peach I’d ever eaten.
A few more licks and then she was clasping her thighs around my head, squeezing the life out of me, bucking her pelvis up into me, fucking my mouth, my tongue, my fingers. And when she came, she shook and screamed as she came, squirting, soaking my face and the sheets.
I sputtered and gasped for breath. I’d almost choked on her orgasm, literally.
Oh, shit. This bitch wasn’t lying. She really is a freak. I was liquored up. Drunk on recklessness, and my dick was harder than a steel pipe.
In the back of my mind, I knew the minute she asked if I’d ever had my ass licked that should have been my cue to spin off on her. But, after having a mouthful of her pussy, whatever inhibitions I might have had were now nonexistent. She had me open. And ready to freak. And get freaked.
Despite my nerves and apprehensions, I turned over, got up on my knees and hoisted my ass in the air. A shiver of excitement raced down my spine as I held my breath and waited for her to handle my dick with some unknown mouth tricks.
“I’ma turn you out,” she warned as she knelt in back of me. “When I’m finished with you, baby, I promise…you’ll never be the same.” And with that, she reached between my legs and pulled my dick backward, licking the head, then licking up and down the back of my balls, before sucking the head of my dick into her mouth. She sucked me until I felt faint. I’d never gotten my dick sucked from the back. And the shit turned me on.
“Mmm. Nice big dick,” she groaned into my dick as her lips worked their magic on my cockhead. She cupped my balls. “Mmm, big juicy balls.” She licked up and down my shaft in long wet strokes, then blew on my balls before opening her mouth and slowly easing both of them into her wide mouth, soaking them at the same time with warm spit. Her juicy mouth was hot, her tongue extra wet. I’d never been sucked with such intensity the way she sucked me that night. It was the kind of head you only saw in porn—sloppy and wet and greedy, with lots of spit and a bunch of gagging and loud gurgling sounds.
“Oh, shit, yeah…aaah…fuckfuckfuck…oooh, yeah, suck that dick, baby…yeah, like that…aaah, shit!”
And, just when I thought things couldn’t get any kinkier, she reached up, opened my ass cheeks, then…goddamn! Slid her tongue along my hair-lined crack, where it lingered. Her warm breath teased me. Then she inched its way to that sacred—“no entrance, exit only”—spot between my cheeks. She licked it, sensually. My toes curled.