I hadn’t intended to, especially since he had pulled out of me and had gone down low. His tongue lapped against my fire walls, giving me nothing but pure pleasure. I swear his whole face was wet from my juices spraying him, and as he made me come again, I watched him wipe away the drippings from his chin.
“Now, that was an orgasm. That pussy showing out for me and that’s how you do it.”
Jaylin had given me much pleasure and it was time for me to add my two cents. I laid him back on the bed, and recognizing how sensitive his balls were, I started sucking on those. My mouth was full, but not as full as it was when I slipped that nine of his into my mouth. I gagged, even let out a few coughs.
“Be easy,” he said, holding his dick in his hand, protecting it from me.
“Okay, sexy. Let me try this again.”
I tackled Jaylin’s instrument as best as I could, focusing on the sides of his shaft more than anything. Wasn’t no sense in me trying to deep throat him, and the truth of the matter was, my throat just wasn’t that deep. My performance was satisfying to him, though, and his moaning and groaning made me aware.
“That’s it,” he whimpered. “Keep that tongue of yours right there.”
My tongue was licking the slit on his head, while my hand massaged his balls. His hands were in action, too, and as he rubbed down my backside, he fingers crept into my pussy from the back. I could barely stay focused on what I was doing, or for that matter, keep still. Jaylin had some mean finger fucking skills and when his thumb flicked my clit, it was all over with. My whole body shut down, and I drew my attention away from his shaft. He grabbed the back of my head, keeping it steady and in place so I could continue.
“See that shit through, baby, and finish what the fuck you started. Do not give up on me yet!”
Damn, okay. His aggressiveness turned me the hell on! I got mine, and he definitely got his. We shouted out together and the hourly long session had us sprawled out on the bed, gasping for the exotic air that filled the room.
“That was good,” Jaylin said while softly rubbing his chest. I couldn’t even find the right words to say about what had just happened and even my pussy was now speechless. We all lay silently for a while then Jaylin had the audacity to roll over on me again.
“Uh, what are you doing?” I asked.
He held himself up over me, using the muscles in his strong arms to stay up. “What does it look like I’m doing? I know you don’t think we’re done after just one hour.”
“I don’t know about you, but I’m done. The dick was good . . . great, but my kitty is in need of back up. I couldn’t go another minute, and if you don’t mind me asking, what woman in her right mind can hang with you?”
Jaylin shrugged. “Not many, only a few. But I’ll be easy . . .”
I chopped off his words, slightly pushing his shoulders back. “No! Not again. Leave your number on the dresser and I’ll be happy to call you in about a week, maybe two.”
Jaylin held that blank look on his face again, then got up. It wasn’t long before he got dressed, and when he looked at his watch, he said that his ride would be there in five minutes. We stood by the front door, waiting.
“Maybe it was a good thing that you wouldn’t let me finish up. I’m sure it would have made me late.”
By now, I was feeling a little horny again and the thought of him leaving saddened me. Maybe it was a mistake, not going a few more rounds with him, but he said he’d call whenever he made his way back to St. Louis. Lord knows how long that would be, and I could already see the frown on my pussy’s face. As I was in deep thought about not seeing him again, the doorbell rang. Jaylin moved aside so I could open the door and when I did, oh my God!! I felt like one lucky bitch and the man who was standing on my porch was just as gorgeous as Jaylin was. I couldn’t get no words to come out of my mouth and Jaylin moved me aside, again, to let in his friend.
“Shane, this is Tonja,” Jaylin said, making the introduction.
Shane took my hand, placing his thick lips on top to kiss it. “What’s up, big sexy,” he said.
I was still down for the count and couldn’t snap out of it. Round two, Bitch, it’s time for round two!! Hooray!!
Now, she need to go somewhere and sit down, I thought of my coochie who just didn’t know better. Then again, maybe she did.
“Nice to meet you, Shane, and I hate that you have to rush out of here with Monster Dick. I would love for you to stay so we could get better acquainted, but I understand if you can’t.”
Shane and Jaylin looked at each other and I was so surprised when Shane reached in his pocket and tossed Jaylin his keys. “Leave the rental car at the airport,” he said to Jaylin. “I’ll pick it up later and have a safe trip back home.”
Jaylin nodded and twirled the key around on his finger. “All I’m gon’ say is watch out for the pole and the teeth are a little sharp. Other than that, it’s all good.”
I slightly cut my wicked eyes at Jaylin and watched as he made his way out the door. Yes, I knew I could only have Jaylin for one night, but it was good to know that I could have Shane for as many of nights as I wanted to. He followed me to my bedroom and I turned around before we made our way inside. “If you don’t mind me asking, Shane, but . . . how many inches did you say you were?”
He showed the measurements with his hands. “About that long,” he smiled. So did I.
“Yes, I can definitely work with that so come on!”
I pulled him into my bedroom by his silk tie and slammed the door.
Book Club Meeting
By now, all of the women in the room were bursting with laughter. I could barely speak and Tonja continued to go on and on about her adventurous evening with Jaylin.
“Tonja, did you have any problem handling Shane?” someone asked. “And if my memory serves me correctly, in Naughty by Nature, Scorpio Valentino said that Shane had better oral skills than Jaylin. Was her statement correct?”
“To answer your first question, I had no problem whatsoever handling Shane. Jaylin had loosened up everything a bit and Shane fit right in.” Many covered their mouths as Tonja was simply telling it like it was. “As for their oral performances, and you didn’t hear this from me, but Scorpio was correct when she said Shane’s oral skills were better. It was something about his tongue that worked wonders.”
Tonja’s confirmation brought about more discussions about Shane and Jaylin. Many of the women appreciated Shane’s character and some preferred him over Jaylin. Like Tonja, many had dibs on both. I couldn’t help but ask if she ever got her stripper pole fixed, or did she buy another one.
She tossed her hand back and shook her head. “I threw that darn thing in the trash. Now, I did get me another one and I’m waiting for Jaylin to come back over so I can really show him a thing or two.”
One lady inquired about Tonja’s inabilities to handle Jaylin and we delved into a discussion about what was considered “too big”. Many of us agreed that nine inches was pushing it, but then again, it really depended on what each individual woman could handle. Some said that twelve inches wasn’t enough, and I was like…more power to them. We continued on, until a woman named Chyna gave her input about how much a virgin could or couldn’t handle. For her, Jaylin was too much.
“Did she say Jaylin?” one woman whispered, but loud enough for us to hear her.
“Yes, Jaylin,” Chyna said, making her way up front. “And I guess it’s my turn to tell everyone how it all went down.”
It seemed as if Jaylin had been real busy, and I was starting to get worried. I guess later on would reveal why, but for now, I sat back and listened to what Chyna had to say.
Shai’s Lounge
Shai
I was standing behind the crowded bar, watching the bartenders take care of my patrons. I had opened up Shai’s Lounge about four months ago in Miami, Florida, and the place was packed almost every single night. I busted my ass to make sure Shai’s Lounge was the best place to come, especially on
Friday and Saturday nights, when we were always filled to capacity. See, this was my dream and being raised in foster care all my life, I had to look out for myself. My mother passed away while giving birth to me and lord knows where my sperm donor was at. His absence made me very cautious of men, and the one thing my foster mother always told me was, “Chyna, never allow any man to control you, don’t allow any man to steal your happiness, and never expect them to provide for you.” She made sure I understood her words, and she would always tell me that as pretty as I was, I was destined to break plenty of hearts. When Mama Jean died, it was the most horrendous day of my life. I was graduating from Harvard, and apparently, at the same time my name was being called to get my diploma, Mama Jean had had a heart attack. Life without her would never be the same, but what I didn’t know, though, was she had left everything to me. No one knew that she had plenty of money stashed away, but all of it belonged to me. I used the money wisely, and the first thing that I did was invest. Second, I opened up Shai’s Lounge and I had so much more that I wanted to do. For a Puerto Rican and Asian woman, with no mother or father, I felt as if I had something to prove. Thus far, I was well on my way to becoming the successful businesswoman I always knew I could be.
You could barely hear anything over the loud talking and R&B music that echoed throughout the lounge. The dance floor was crowded and so was the small stage that was purposely used during karaoke night. The entire place was dim, but with the blue and white spinning lights, it was easy to see who was there. I squinted, noticing a man that had been hitting on me for the past several months. He was sitting at a booth with his friend, drinking as if it were going out of style. His name was Jaylin, and he was a regular at Shai’s Lounge. The women in Shai’s were super crazy about him, but none of them knew his story like I did. As a matter of fact, our past history was very similar. The first day he’d told me a little about his past, I was shocked because it reminded me so much of mine. I very well understood why his marriage was on the rocks, and I knew why a man like him had difficulties being faithful. Like me, he was selfish and it was his way or no way. The focus was on me, myself and I and what another person wanted, or desired, in no way mattered. Yeah, I got that vibe from him, too, and when he tried to hook up with me, I was skeptical. He’d given me his phone number to call him, but I didn’t. He always made advances towards me, but I kept my distance. I wasn’t sure if hooking up with someone who had so much in common as me, if it was a good thing or not. Then, about a month ago, I let my guards down. I went on several dates with Jaylin, and surprisingly, I’d had a good time. He was different and was not the womanizer that I pegged him out to be. He didn’t mind spending his money on me, and I didn’t mind returning the favor. That all came to a screeching halt, when he broke the news to me about him being married. Said that he and his wife were separated, but he intended for them to work things out. I was so glad that I hadn’t given up the goods, and I continued to keep my virgin status. I was twenty-seven years old, and hadn’t quite found the right man yet. Making money was my priority, and needless to say, dick had to wait. A serious relationship wasn’t even on the menu and I wasn’t sure if or when I would ever feel differently.
One of the customers sitting at the bar had gotten sloppy drunk and was starting to make a scene. My bartender, Vinny, turned to look at me, and I had to make a move. I used my fingers to pull my jet black bone straight hair to one side. It rested on my shoulder that was bare, due to the half mini dress I wore that cut across my chest. In my high black heels, I came from around the bar and stood next to the overly intoxicated man. I touched his back and moved the full glass of Grey Goose from in front of him.
“Sir, I’m going to call a taxi for you. I think you’ve had enough and my bartenders won’t be serving you anymore alcohol tonight.”
“Well I’ll be damned,” he slurred, trying to stand straight up but couldn’t. He staggered backwards, tucking his sloppy shirt into his wrinkled baggy pants. When he fell
face first to the floor, my bouncer, Leroy, came to his aid.
“Come on, man,” he said, helping the man off the floor. “Let’s go.”
The man placed his arm around Leroy’s shoulder, belching out loudly. I thought he was going to vomit, so I hurried to move aside. Leroy was every bit of three hundred plus pounds, so escorting the man to the door was no problem at all. I watched as they went to the door, and then asked Vinny to call the man a cab. Vinny nodded, doing as he was told.
Seconds later, I turned and bumped into Jaylin’s best friend, Shane. He often came into Shai’s with Jaylin and you rarely saw one of them without the other. Now, he was a sight for sore eyes, too, but just like with Jaylin, there were way too many women involved.
“What’s up, Chyna?” Shane asked. “I saw that you had some problems over here.”
“Yeah, but nothing I can’t handle. We get that all the time.”
“I’m sure you do,” he said, looking me over. I swear him and Jaylin could dress casual as ever and still look dynamite in whatever. Shane’s jeans and t-shirt was simple, but he still managed to turn plenty of heads. “You look nice,” he said. “And that red silk mini you got on doing justice.”
Of course his compliment made me blush, but he didn’t have to tell me something I already knew. “Thanks, Shane. But, uh, can I get you anything?”
“Nah. I was just swooping by to hit up the restroom. You may wanna go check with Jay, though, and I’m sure he can think of something you can give him.”
Shane knew that Jaylin and I had been on a few dates, and when his eyes turned in the direction of the booth where they were sitting, my eyes followed. Jaylin was relaxing at a booth with six scantly dressed women surrounding him. They were laughing and sipping from the several bottles of wine that sat chilled in ice buckets on the table. Jaylin seemed elated by the attention, and when he noticed me looking in his direction, he lifted his glass and threw back his head. Without responding, I turned to Shane.
“I hope you enjoy the rest of your evening, Shane. If you need anything else, be sure to let me know.”
“Will do,” he said, stepping away to the restroom.
I asked Vinny to give me a bottle of Remy, and after he handed it to me, I sashayed my way over to the booth where Jaylin and his groupies sat. Jaylin saw me strutting his way, and his striking eyes centered on me. The women were moving their chatty mouths, but he paid them no attention. I kept my smile under control at the lustful gaze in his eyes, and knowing that I was the one woman he couldn’t have when he wanted to, satisfied me to the fullest. I teased him more by moving my ample hips and showing my toned thighs. For a woman who was only 5’4, I had my shit together. Jaylin knew I did, too, and that’s why he couldn’t resist me.
“This one is on the house,” I said, placing the Remy bottle on the table. “Save some for Shane and don’t get too drunk or else I’ll have to put you out of here tonight.”
A dimple appeared in Jaylin’s cheek and he softly touched his goatee. “Excuse me, ladies,” he said, looking around the booth. “Give me a second to holla at Chyna.”
Some of the women cut their eyes at me, and the others just got up and left. Either way, the booth cleared out and I scooted into the booth with Jaylin.
“Thanks for the Remy,” he said. “That was a nice gesture.”
“It’s the least that I can do for a man who drops big dollars in here. So, don’t look at it as me doing you any favors because I gets mine.”
“I’m not looking at it that way. I’ll just chalk it up as you looking out for me, because you know that I’ll always be looking out for you.”
I couldn’t help but look at his wedding ring that he now wore faithfully. “How can you look out for me and you still have a wife at home? That’s bullshit, Jaylin, and you know what? I’m not buying it.”
“What does my wife have to do with this? If you really want to know, we’re still on shaky ground. I only wear my ring because it attracts more women to me.”
“Hold up,” he said. “Why you always breaking out so fast to get away from me? Do I scare you or something?”
I looked at the grip he had on my hand. “No, you don’t scare me at all. And the only one who needs to be afraid of anything here is you. The last thing you need is to hook up with a woman like me, only because that one-night stand you want to have may turn into something you in no way bargained for.”
“Try me,” he fired back. “Allow me that one-night stand, and after that we’ll see what’s up.”
I didn’t have time to respond because the confrontation with the two men seemed to get heated. Leroy beat me to the punch, and had already thrown the men outside. Instead of returning to the booth where Jaylin sat, I walked around, mingling with everyone and making sure they were having a decent time. Many of them seemed to be and that’s what Shai’s Lounge was all about.
Around 3:00 a.m., the crowd started to disperse. I’d had a few drinks and was feeling lightheaded and free. Feeling this way always made me flirt and I was definitely doing so as I sat at the bar next to a man who was also a regular patron.
“Chyna, you know you fine as hell,” he complimented. His hand touched my leg and he moved in closer to me, leaving no breathing room whatsoever. “Why don’t we go back to my place tonight? I got something good to give you and there hasn’t been one woman that’s left my bedroom dissatisfied.”
My olive-green eyes flirted with him and I lowered my eyelids, giving him a pleasurable smile. I hated men who bragged about how well their sex was, and my thing was be about it, don’t talk about it. “You know, Shawn, I would love to take you up on that offer, but I’m so afraid that you would disappoint me. Men who always brag on themselves, they normally don’t know how to get the job done. My time is very valuable and I’m particular about who I give that time to.”
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