by Jamie Dossie
With every stroke I hear either...oh shit or uhhhhh, damn she is sounding sexy.
Placing her legs on my shoulders so I can lean into her, you better believe her knees are touching her damn ears. Quick pumps, then slide out and slide right back in; deep long strokes. “Yes baby that’s it pop that pussy back Jas.” She did as she was told I never have to worry about her denying me. “Fuck me harder, shit Goldie your dick game is serious baby.”
“That’s cause you fucking with a 9 ½ to death.” Fuck! This pussy is on point. Damn, the pussy be talking to me like a motherfucker. Shit! I need to pocket this mother fucker wherever I go. I am addicted to the pussy. “Jas. Fuck! The way you throwing the pussy baby, shit a nigga ready to bust.” I said. “No baby, hold that shit.’
Letting her legs down off my shoulders, I spread them eagle, and press down on her inner thighs, to do push-ups in her shit. Damn! She shutting her pussy as tight as fuck, and no sound is coming out. Yes lawd, I told her I was ready to bust. “You like this shit baby…fuck is this what you want?”
“Hell yes Goldie! Fuck baby…Ooooh fuck, hold on wait, wait.” Did she just put her hand on my chest, in a fucked up attempt to stop me or slow me down? She has just fucked up, she know I hate that shit with a fucking passion! Keeping my hands on her inner thighs; while on my knees, sliding in and out of her, faster and faster. Pound for pound, round for round. I hear my name ring out like bullets. Balls slapping on her ass, she can’t move; I have her lower body pinned down. “Goldieee! Goldieee! Goldieee….. I am cumminnnnnn….babeeeeeeeee!”
Driving in harder, faster, I see her cream covering my dick fuck I am about to paint the outside of her fucking pussy or her mouth, it don’t fucking matter. Grunting with every thrust I give her, letting her know I am super close. “Ahhh….SHIT! UGHHHHHHHH! FUUCCKK!” Sliding out and jagging this motherfucker on her clit; watching our juices mesh together. Fuck! This shit coming from my damn toes. I knew I was gonna come hard as fuck. Damn! She rubbing this shit all in her pussy. This some sexy looking shit. Hell she sexy as fuck.
Panting.
Letting the last few drops leak out of me before I hear the pitter patter of little feet. “Damn Goldie what has gotten into you?” Slapping the head of my dick on her clit trying to see where this conversation is going. “What you mean ma?”
“I am just saying you are like pumped up on sex juice or something. Granted, we have amazing sex all the fucking time, but last night and this morning, you were fucking me like you just came home from the pen doing a five year bit.”
“Jas you just got some bomb ass pussy baby, and I just feel like I can’t never get enough of you. Which makes me feel like, I have to give you one hundred percent of me.” I can’t believe that’s the line he came up with. I guess knowing your woman was fucking someone else, will make any man perform to his best ability. But as of lately, Goldie ass has been going all out on this pussy.
Putting me in different positions, and shit, just being extremely extra with the sex. Now don’t get me wrong, I am not complaining one bit. I know his ass trying to secure this pussy. It ain’t got shit to do with me having no bomb ass pussy. I have always had bomb ass sex, and he still wasn’t all extra like this. Guess it’s true, if your pussy talking loud enough you will get his attention.
Well, now that we have gotten that beautiful shit out of the way.
Let’s fast forward a month from now and see who the fuck we run into.
Derwin & Chanta’ 3
“Derwin!” Is this crazy ass chick yelling my name like she the damn police and shit? What the fuck is wrong with her ass? I knew I should have left her ass alone, but ol’ no. The night Jasmine let me go, I decided to go to Mr. Browns for a few drinks, and guess who the fuck I run into…her ass. Yes, we had drinks and talked, and I let her grind that fat ass all up against my dick on the dance floor.
Stumbling out of the damn place at two in the morning had both of us headed back to my place and of course, I banged her until I couldn’t bang no more. Yeah, all the frustration I was feeling after leaving Jasmine house, I took it out on her pussy that night. She must have been feeling some sort of way about her damn self because she tried to out fuck me. It’s like we were in a race to see who can fuck the hardest, and the fastest. “Derwin!”
God will somebody take me out of my fucking misery with this chick. I can’t even sit in my own damn man cave and get my thoughts together, without her screaming my fucking name. It’s like her ass is bipolar or something. Looking down at my dick, telling him that he has done it once again; turned a chick stark crazy over the sex game.
“What the hell do you want Chanta’? I am trying to relax for a moment!” Fuck! I hear her ass marching across the living room floor. Oh no, fuck here she come. I really don’t have time for this shit not right. Now it’s my weekend off from the dealership. Even though I own it, I still have to go in from time to time to make sure things are still running smoothly.
“Derwin what the hell you mean what do I want? I want you to come up stairs and get out of this damn basement, come keep me company,” She said. “Chanta’, this is not just a basement, it’s a man cave, where I come to relax watch sports on sixty inches, and play games at my leisure. I mean what the fuck Chanta’, by the way, weren’t you on your way home anyway?” As she stood her ass on the steps, probably just as naked as she was when I left her laying in her own juices, I continued to watch ESPN. I was not about to engage in a crazy conversation with her. Nope not right now I got other shit on my mind.
“Fuck you Derwin! I get sick of your ass getting in these fucked up ass moods of yours, and taking the shit out on me. Like I don’t have no damn feelings. Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you!” Now, the right thing to do was to go run after her after I heard her stomp back up the downstairs. But all I could do was nod my damn head. She was right. I fuck her, and keep her around so I don’t have to think of Jasmine. After all the shit is over, I come down here and try and figure out a way to get her back. But Chanta’ fucked around and caught feelings for me when she was doing the exact same damn thing to me. Two heartbroken motherfuckers using each other.
Hearing my phone beep twice indicates I have a new text message. I didn’t want to even be bothered by who it was, but I looked at it anyway. This shit is not cool. I don’t appreciate you talking to me just because you miss your precious little Jasmine. When I am around, I should be your focus because if not, then we both can just stop this shit right now! I took a deep breath, knowing she was right once again, but this woman is draining me. She so stuck on loving Goldie that she was unwilling to love damn near anybody. Guess I have to reply back to this shit. You right Chanta’ I am very sorry. I didn’t mean to talk to you like that, come down stairs and we can keep each other company…please.
Hell! I didn’t want to press send but what the hell, it’s either deal with her crazy ass, and fuck whenever I want, or go back out and start fucking random bitches again. I don’t give a fuck what nobody thinks, there is truly no one like Jasmine; she is definitely one of a kind. Hearing Chanta’ come back downstairs, shit my dick start getting hard. She crazy as hell, but her head game is sick. Sitting here in my basketball shorts with no draws on. Fuck! I see her reflection through the T.V. chocolate smooth skin, big ass titties, and small waist; with no stomach and lawd, ass for days. “Derwin, I don’t want to argue with you babe.”
Chanta’ whispered in my ear coming up behind me wrapping her arms around my neck lovingly. I tilted my head back some and smiled. “I don’t want to argue either. Chanta’ walked in front of me as if I didn’t know she was butt ass naked. Fuck! Down boy. I had to tell my dick; didn’t want her to see me so damn excited. Now she know damn well, I can’t see the Bulls play around all that ass, and she just gonna stand in front of my view. Fuck! Big distraction. “You sure you just wanna watch the game?” Watch this nigga try and lie. His dick just jumping in them damn shorts, and I bet he don’t have no damn draws on.
“It’s whatever Chanta
’, you know what you doing. It’s cute though.” I know how to get this nigga to stop talking crazy; pop a luscious breast in his mouth, he will start sucking like a new born baby. “Well baby let me ride you until we both feel better.” Walking up to his ass, and I see nothing but lust in his face. He is staring at a neatly shaved pussy. Climbing on top, with my knees bent with them sinking into the plush burgundy sofa. “Its okay baby, Chanta’ is here.”
Feeling his hands caress my shoulders, down my back and over my round ass, as if his hands where made of silk. So gentle, so loving, his lips and hands are covering me like clothes. Feeling his nature rise between my thighs, as my yoni starts to speak to the nature that has come forth to introduce himself. Leaning my head back slightly with closed eyes; letting his hands and mouth explore my body how he sees fit. Nothing but silence can be heard. A choir starts to sing ever so softly in the distance. Our energy is building; heavy breathing is starting, lifting myself up and reaching between my chocolate thighs, I shake hands with nature and guide him home to miss yoni.
Sliding him in smoothly, makes my body shudder. A moan escapes my lips, as I begin to rotate my hips. I was gripping his nature, and holding him for dear life. His finger tips begin to knead my body, from ass to breast. Grunting with every thrust he throws; matching each other’s rhythm. Holding him around his neck, keeping my lips planted deep into his. Our mouths open and let our tongues wrestle for flavor, that we both desired.
Picking up speed; rocking back and forth on his nature. I was feeling it gain more life, as it sits in a familiar space, waiting to paint my walls white. Our moans become smothered, buried in each other’s neck as he forcefully flips me and thrust back into me. Our bodies are like waves crashing up against rocks. His hands push down on the top of my ass, while he forcefully thrust back into me. Fuck! This shit is so damn good. Fuck! Why did I let my feelings blind me? This was only suppose to be a fuck buddy thing. He kept his end of the bargain but oh no, I had to go a little deeper. That shit has landed me in a place where I yearn to be with this man fuck!
“That’s it Chanta’ baby, the way you rocking them hips…fuck…you are going to make me explode,” He said. “Explode for momma baby. This dick belongs to me…shit this good dick belongs to me.” Man, I would do anything this motherfucker ask me to do, as long as that means he won’t be thinking about Jasmine ass. It’s a damn shame, she got him wide open, and Goldie got me wide open. But we are here fucking each other.
“Ride the fuck out of me Chanta’! Ride me off a cliff, and have me sailing through the clouds to rid my soul of her ass.”
“Chanta’ is here baby, having you buried inside my home for comfort. Keeping you safe from anyone who can harm you.” Fuck! The choir is singing, the marching band is stomping, and cymbals are clanging together. The clouds separate and shine a light of rainbows, through the roof and down on us. “Ouuuuu…shit…Derwin baby…I am…cumminnnnn!” I cried. “Hell yeah, I am about to paint your walls ba…by!” Kissing each other deeply; passionately. This man dick is giving me life. It has resuscitated me. Even for a moment, when I can’t stand his ass cause I know most times he be thinking about “Her.” I just wish we could have found something in each other, other than this hurricane sex. “Fuck! Chanta’ this pussy so fucking good damn; baby!”
“This is your pussy. Baby grind that dick deeper in me. Let these walls take every ounce of juice you got left.” Look at this shit. His brows are drawn together, and he biting his bottom lip. Yeah, this motherfucker know good pussy when he in it. But when I hop off this motherfucker’s dick, and go wash my ass, he will still be in love his Jasmine. I will still be in love with Goldie. But it is something I really want to talk to him about, and I wonder how will he handle this for god’s sake? I hope he don’t think I am crazy.
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Shit, we have been out to get something to eat, just chilling in the house with him, instead of going to my own damn house. This shit feels so right. But I know it’s not what he wants. So while we lay in this massive king bed of his, and I may as well say, what the fuck is on my mind and he bet not flip out on me either. “Derwin baaabyyyyy.” I figure I’ll talk in a soft seductive voice to get his full attention. “Yeah babe what’s up?” As usual, he didn’t even look at me. He was so fixated on whatever bullshit ass game is on. Literally speaking, I would have to twerk my ass in his face for him to look up at me. He always seems to be in deep thought, but he never says what’s on his mind.
Hell! I know he crazy about Jasmine, but damn even I don’t think of Goldie ass every minute of the damn day. I snuggle up real close to him, he got the pillow up under his chin resting on it, so I just get as close as I can to him. Maybe if I was naked, no scratch that, then we would be fucking and nothing would be said. That’s it, I will just wait until a commercial come on, and offer him a drink. “I will be right back Derwin.” A slight nod of the head is what I get. Man this shit gonna have to end. I can’t keep living like this with him. But I think that’s what I have to say will give him a burst of energy, that he - oh so dearly needs.
With a pair of black booty shorts, and a “Fuck Me Now” black tee-shirt on, I walk to the kitchen down the short hall, and make a quick left. I grabbed two shot glasses, and a bottle of Berry Ciroc. Yup, this should lighten the mood right up. Practically skipping back to the room, this motherfucker may as well be dead. He ain’t changed positions, no nothing. “Baby I think we need a drink.” Pouring his ass a double shot. I hope this perk him up. “Thanks baby.” Well at least he took his glass. “No problem baby, we on chill mode today, so drinks are in order, and you fucked me so good today. I need liquids and food.”
I plop down on the bed, swallow my double shot with ease, and began my speech. “Derwin while the game is on commercial can I ask you a quick question?” I asked. “Sure baby go ahead.” Derwin sat up, as if he was giving me his full attention at this time. Which I was surprised to see, but he can be attentive at times. I turn around in the bed, and pour both of us another double shot. “O.k. Here it goes, baby we are a mess. You want Jasmine and I want Goldie, but we both feel like we got played by both of them. So I was thinking, since they hurt us. Let’s fuck up their supposedly happy home.”
Damn! He did not blink, smirk, shake his head; nothing which only means he’s thinking, and I am almost scared of what he may say. Especially if he think I have lost my damn mind. “That’s your idea, that’s what you have been tip toeing around for the last hour for, trying to figure out how to ruin someone else’s relationship?”
His tone was low, not even a pitch of excitement ran through him. Fuck I think I just fucked up this plan. “Yes, this is what I have been thinking about. See people like them, they figure they can do what the fuck they want to folks, and nothing is suppose to be done about it. I say we teach them a fucking lesson.”
Derwin came closer to where I was sitting at on the bed, and planted a soft kiss on my full lips. Damn! That shit felt good. He keep on, I am gonna have him put his lips somewhere else. “Brilliant idea baby, just some of the shit that I was thinking to myself for a long while now. I am damn glad to see that I have you on my team. Great minds think alike, and we need to start putting a plan into action now!”
Now that’s more like it. I finally got this man to get excited about something. Now we need to put these great minds together, an come up with a strategy to get things moving. #TeamfuckupJasmineandGoldierelationship.
Curtis Walker 4
I can’t believe I heard that her ass is back in Chicago. She didn’t even bother to call me. What the hell is wrong with her? Then again, the only time I do hear from her, is when she having problems with her dude. Shit! Let me stop thinking about this shit before I fuck around and get pissed off. I have been her little secret. This shit is going to have to end. Let me grab my dark blue dress shirt, and black slacks out of the closet, and get myself ready. Before I have to show this house to a woman, who has been trying to book a damn appointment with me for months.
Man all this fine specimen of a man standing in this mirror, shit! She gonna fuck around and fuck up a good thing. But I be damn if she just start ignoring a motherfucker. I did text her a month ago from an unknown number. Which is what we do to let the other know we wanna talk, then we will call their phone. But my shit went unanswered. It’s been ten years I’ve been fucking with her off and on, and it’s time she get her shit together. I have wasted enough of my time. Granted we started out as fuck-buddies, but hell! Over years you catch feelings for people, and you still try and maintain the fuck-buddy status that was put in place earlier.
Guess at thirty-two, I have played all I can play. It is time I move forward with or without her. Well, depends on if she just saying fuck me, or she just need some time to herself. I will not be thrown to the side for no bitch, not even the fine ass Jasmine Kincaid. I have to get in touch with her some kind of way. Either way, I am about to see her soon. So I hope she ready, cause it’s been too long since I had my baby in my arms. To taste the strawberry center of her Paradise is what I am missing.
Just the thought of her ass got my dick brick. I might have to go back in this bedroom, and break Alexis ass off before she get ready to leave too. Alexis; my short stack, 5’5, hourglass body, and old school Toni Braxton haircut. Her ass literally call my name as she walk. I am truly a man who is addicted to the ass. Fuck it. I am practically dressed, and fucking with her will have me late to handle business. Sitting on the edge of my bed, thinking about Alexis and Jasmine, knowing that I would leave Alexis for Jasmine in a heartbeat. So until that shit happens, I need to keep them separate. I don’t need no trouble after all, they say - good dick will make a woman lose her mind.