New Title 1

by Weaver, David

  "Nope? What you mean nope? I can't sit at your damn table?"

  "I said NOPE! I don't allow women to sit at my table who are unavailable."

  "What? That's so ignorant, how do you know if I'm unavailable or not?"

  Jamal could tell that Lisa was starting to take a deep defensive stance, and decided to smooth it over before it got out of hand. "How could you be single? You're the most beautiful females on this fuckin planet. Of course you're not single."

  Lisa Lee was at best, an average woman in the looks department; but thinking about the things that she could do for him turned him on.

  "I'm flattered, but me and you both know that I'm not beautiful. You're running game on me."

  "First of all, how am I running game on you when I won't even let you sit at my table? I said you were beautiful and I meant that. Now run along! Go play!"

  She stood for a moment, unsure whether she had been dis-respected or complimented. She had never had someone talk to her like that. Confused, she walked back to her table and sat down. The bass was pounding through the club and everyone was singing along with Nelly as he rapped about how hot it was getting. It was the club anthem.

  Lisa took sips of her alcohol throughout the night while keeping an eye on Jamal as he spoke to various women. Lisa was trying to suppress her jealousy, but when R.Kelly's "Bump And Grind remix" blared through the speakers, she realized that she had to do something. She approached Jamal, who had a super model look alike rubbing her body against his. The model had her eyes closed and was lost in the moment until Lisa tapped her on the shoulder.

  The model broke out of her trance with a squeal, "Ooooh, it's Lisa Lee! I love your show!"

  Embarrassed, Lisa hastily replied, "It's not my show, it's the got damn news!"

  "I'm sorry Ms. Lee."

  "No need to be sorry, just move so I can dance with my man."

  The super model's lips formed a circle as she slowly backed away wide eyed.

  "Look.... Lisa.... how do you know that that wasn't my wife?" Jamal asked with a grin on his face.

  "I saw no ring on your finger."

  "Well how do you-"

  Lisa interjected, "Did you ask all of those other women all of the questions that you're asking me?"

  Jamal smiled at Lisa's assertiveness.

  "No, I actually did not..."

  "So why didn't you? Why do you question me but not question every other girl?" Lisa was tapping her heels against the linoleum while waiting on Jamal to answer her question.

  "Because none of these girls could ever affect me emotionally. They were just dancing partners."

  "W-w-w-well, wh-what am I?" Lisa had to bite her tongue out of anger because Jamal had her stuttering. She hadn't stuttered since the fourth grade.

  "You have the potential to be a big part of my life, so it's only natural that I ask you questions."

  Lisa couldn't even respond, she stood there dumb founded.

  "Lisa, would you like to dance?"

  Without giving her time to answer his question, he grabbed her body and pulled it close against his own. Her face was buried in his deep chest, immersed in caskets of his Curve cologne. Now she knew why the super model had her eyes closed when she was grinding against Jamal. His presence was dynamic and remarkable. Strength and energy seemed to seep through his pores and his voice was just as smooth as his skin. Before she knew what was happening, she rubbed her hand down his back and moved it around and grabbed his penis with it.

  Feeling the thickness of it in her hand made her mouth water. It had been quite a while since she had a strong black dick to stand up inside of her. And the last one she did have inside of her was weak compared to this man's beautiful body part.

  "Hey..." Jamal whispered gently in her ear, trying to get her attention.

  It was obvious that she was in a completely different world, and he was her ruler.

  "Yes Jamal?" She whispered back, her voice sultry and low.

  "I'm about to leave Lisa..."

  "I'm cool with that. I'm leaving with you."

  "Nooo, I can't let you do that."

  "Listen boy! I'm hot! You got me horny as a bitch and I ain't had no dick in 10 months. Now I said, I'm leaving with you. You ain't got no choice, you are who I want!"

  ******

  Chapter 2

  Lisa insisted on going to the nearest decent location, which was the Marriott hotel downtown. As soon as Jamal put the car in park, outside of the hotel entrance, Lisa slid over into the driver's seat with him.

  "Damn girl, you not gonna let me go pay for the room?"

  "Fuck the room, I'm bout to pussy whip you!"

  Jamal laughed silently. It amused him to have a woman so prominent and powerful acting like a total slut. Lisa was biracial, with the skin tone of Halle Berry and the sparkling eyes of a crystal ball. Despite her skin tone and her eyes, she was still stuck with a plain, average face. Her body was bony and her ass was missing.

  From the rear view, it looked like her legs were an extension of her back; with no interruptions. Regardless of how unappealing she was, she was horny, paid, and in Jamal's lap breathing hard and that's all that mattered to him.

  Lisa's lips pressed against Jamal's neck, sending shivers up his body. While she was kissing him and leaving a trail with her tongue, he was pulling her clothes off and tossing them into the passenger seat.

  "Yes baby, take if off... I want that dick bad baby." She pleaded as she removed his slacks and boxers.

  "Damn I want that thing baby, I-"

  "Shhhhh..." Jamal whispered in her ear.

  Then he grabbed both of her wrists with one hand, and in one smooth motion he reached under his seat, grabbed his fur covered cuffs, and handcuffed her wrists behind her back.

  "Whoa! What the fuck?"

  "Shhh! Be quiet I said." Jamal shot back, leaving no room for questions or back talk.

  Lisa was nervous because she wasn't expecting to be handcuffed in some stranger's vehicle butt naked. But her horniness overrode her nervousness and she relaxed. Jamal pulled his clothes off, revealing an intricately ripped and chiseled body. His arms were curved and powerful; and his abs were so defined that they looked like chocolate Lego blocks.

  His muscle packed body was a God given work of beauty; his penis was thick and protruding even though she hadn't laid a finger on it yet.

  Jamal's strong hands caressed her upper back. He made her lean into him as she started kissing and sucking on her neck. His tongue was like an electric volt that sent delicate shivers all throughout her body. Jamal's mouth ventured down and started kissing on her breasts as delicately as possible. Her breasts were a B-cup and he knew for a certain that he was going to have fun with them.

  He took his tongue and started circling it around her left breast, occasionally flicking across her nipple and causing her body to twitch involuntarily. He switched breasts and continued to lightly flick his tongue across her nipples. He sucked and kissed her breasts as if she had the only pair in the world. Lisa had never had so much attention shown to her flat chest, therefore this was a completely new experience for her. She never realized how wet she could get by having a man suck on her breasts.

  "Ummm...damn Jamal...shit..."

  She was getting hotter by the minute and starting to feel as if she couldn't take it anymore. Her pussy was so wet that she could feel the juices dripping out and leaking onto Jamal's thigh. With her pussy getting wetter, she eventually gave in and positioned it so that Jamal's dick could slide in. She seductively maneuvered her body until she had her desired position.

  The head was in the entrance; but despite all of her wetness, it still wouldn't slide in easily without more effort. Jamal wasn't giving any effort at all except maintaining a rock hard dick. To some women he couldn't give pleasure, he had to make them take it. Lisa slid her pussy up and down to wet up the first two or three inches so it would be easier for it to penetrate her tight twat.

  "Ummm...ummmmm...ummm..." She was attem
pting to work into a rhythm when Jamal picked her up and sat her waif thin,

  handcuffed body onto his steering wheel.

  "Whoa Jamal, what are you- Ahhhhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhh! Ahhhmmmm! Ahhh! Oooooh!"

  Jamal was vigorously eating her pussy, sucking every corner, section and diameter to make sure that he didn't miss any spots.

  "Uhmmmmm! Uhmmm! Uhmmm!" Lisa was breathing frantically and her body was having spasms as Jamal continued to twirl his tongue in a rapid fire pace around her clit.

  "Uhmmmmmm!" Lisa was squealing and shaking from the intensity.

  "Dammmn! Uhmmm! Ooooohhhh shit boyyyyy! I'm bout to commmme! I'm bout to cooommmmmme!"

  As soon as Lisa's body started convulsing, Jamal pulled her down and slid his thick penis inside of her.

  "Ooooohhhhhhhhhhhh! SHIT! BOY! DAMNNNN! YESSSS! YESSSS!"

  Her body had gone into a seductive seizure of sorts and she never wanted it to end. She used all of her remaining energy to ride Jamal's dick to the promise land. She rode it with her eyes closed and face contorted. Her handcuffed wrists where shaking in defeat and her lungs were filled with ecstasy. Her throat was tightening as if she was lifting a heavy object. Every pore of her erotic soul was wide open, making each stroke feel like separate orgasms.

  "Boy, I'm about to commmmmeeee! I'm bout to coooommmmmmmme!

  Uhhhhhhhhhh! Yesssssssss!"

  She flipped into overdrive, and rode Jamal's dick like it was the end of the world as she knew it. There was an excessive amount of cream rolling down Jamal's dick and balls and it seemed like Lisa couldn't quit nutting. For Jamal, he had accomplished exactly what he had set out to do by giving Lisa Lee an orgasm; therefore he had no desire to bust his own nut. However, this was the second female in one night and he didn't want to go home completely aroused at this time of the night.

  "Uhmmmm! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yesss! Damn! Damn..... damn... "

  Lisa had finally stopped and was trying to catch her breath. Immediately, Jamal took the handcuffs off and laid her body down across the back seat of his vehicle. He positioned himself between her legs and stared at her in the eyes.

  "Grab that dick baby..."

  She put her hand around it.

  "Uhm....it feels gooood..."

  "Now stuff it in that pussy baby..."

  "O.K. Jamal..."

  She started pulling it towards her vagina, but Jamal had a little resistance. Finally she managed to stick the head in.

  "I said STUFF IT!"

  "O.K.. baby... uhmmmmmmmmm!!"

  Jamal let all of his resistance go and filled her pussy all the way to the hilt. He grabbed her legs and pushed them back until her feet were almost beside her head. This gave him easy access. He looked down at his dark dick pumping in and out of Lisa Lee's hairless juice box.

  "Oooooooooohhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhh!"

  Lisa's pussy was so wet that when Jamal pumped his dick into her, it sounded like someone stomping a mud puddle with their bare feet. Jamal glanced down and saw thick pussy juice covering his dick and leaking onto his Rolls Royce seats. He knew he couldn't let that happen so he whispered into her ear again.

  "Baby you wanna ride this dick again?"

  "Yesssss! Yessss! Yesssss! Ahhhhh! Ahhhh!"

  Jamal picked her up while he was still inside of her and positioned her on top of him. He knew he was breaking a personal rule, but he needed a release. Any other day he would have just faked it; pulled out and wiped up before the girl could notice it. He took his strong right hand and gripped the root of her hair with it. Her hair was silky and smooth and smelled of strawberries.

  He pulled her in and kissed her on the neck.

  "I want you to ride this dick good baby... Can you do that?"

  "Ahhhhyesssss! Ahhhhhhyesssssss! Ohhhhyessssss!"

  "I want you to ride this dick like you want a baby out of it, can you do that?"

  "Ahhhhhhhhhhhh! Yeesssssssssss!

  Mmmmmmm! Mmmmmmm! Shittttttttt!"

  Lisa wrapped both arms around Jamal's head and pressed her upper body against his as tight as she could. Her pussy was

  contracting around his dick uncontrollably and she felt like she was about to pass out from her approaching orgasm. It felt like the biggest orgasm she had ever had in her life was about to arrive and she was welcoming it with open arms.

  "I'm commmmmminnnngggggg!"

  She couldn't help herself as her orgasm started its release from the depths of her soul. Jamal was about to come too, so he tried to lift her so that he wouldn't come inside her.

  She wouldn't budge.

  "Lisa, get up girl... I'm bout to

  commmmeee..."

  Instead Lisa put a vice lock grip around Jamal's body and rode his dick even faster. Her eyes rolled back into her head and she was out of control.

  "Come insiiddddeee meeee! Bust that nut in that pussy babyyyyy! Bust it!!! Let me feel that dick let loooooooossssee!"

  "Argghhhhhh! Ahhhh! Uhhhhh!"

  Jamal felt it when his sperm entered her canal; the process feeling like a soul transfer that had drained all of his energy. He was exhausted as soon as the last drop flowed out of him. They both took a couple of minutes to catch their breaths. He was in shock that he had just nutted inside of her and she had tears rolling down her face because the sex was so good. For her, a priceless experience had been delivered and a new addiction had been created. For him, it was just another day at the job; and his arrogance took to new heights.

  ******

  4-19-2002 at 11 A.M. "Damn bro! Lisa Lee was all over Auntie Nikki's house looking for your ass!"

  Jamal was on McKnight Road with his brother on their way to the car wash. His brother was two years older than him and they were both spitting images of each other. The difference was that they had different viewpoints towards women. Jamal was a player and Richie was married with children. Richie didn't have it in his heart to treat women the way that Jamal did; and was constantly advising him against it.

  "Richie... how did she know where our Aunty lived man?"

  Jamal blew the horn at a group of women in a Mercedes Benz who were blowing him a kiss. Richie shook his head and averted his attention back on the passing landscape.

  "Mom told her."

  "What? How she know where Mama lives?"

  Richie rolled his eyes at Jamal's question.

  "How she know? Jamal, the lady works as a news reporter. She knows everything!"

  Jamal smirked at the naiveness of his older brother's statement.

  "You're wrong Richie Rich... She don't know everything..."

  As he pulled into the car wash, Jamal reflected on the past two months that he'd been dealing with Lisa. He had basically taken her out of Markees's grasp; and as a consequence Markees had been leaving threatening messages all over the city. Markees claimed that Jamal was in violation of one of the player's codes: Don't influence the girl when she's with another player, let her decide for herself if she wants to stay or leave.

  When there are two certified players who make a living off of gaming women, you were not supposed to take food out of another's mouth. That type of backstabbing was usually reserved for pimps. Markees had been telling everyone who would listen that he was going to penalize Jamal, but Jamal knew he was speaking from anger so he didn't take him serious.

  "If she knew everything Richie, she would know that I don't even want her for her... I want her for me."

  "What? What the hell is that supposed to mean? You need to stop talking in riddles."

  Jamal laughed aloud. "It means that if she can't provide, then she can't ride."

  Richie was furious, his forehead crunched together through a display of confusion. "Jamal, you shouldn't be like that. All these tirades of ridiculous activity is bringing a dark cloud over your head. And if you continue to ignore that cloud, it's going to rain on you little bro'."

  Jamal wiped his tires with a silicone shining gel and stepped back to admire his work.

  "Jamal, did you hear what I said?"


  "Huh? Oh... you said it was going to rain today?"

  "Jamal! You need to stop being so childish! You think shit like this is going to last forever? You think life is a game don't you? You-"

  Jamal interrupted him, "Life is a game Richie. Don't you ever think it's not a game. The only two choices you have is to either be a player or be played, and I'm a fuckin' player. What the fuck are you?"

  ******

  Tammy

  4-19-2002 at 6 P.M. I am the baddest bitch in the world... hands down. My eyes are the golden color of the surface of a honey bun, and my eyelashes are so curly and long that people often thought they were fake. My skin is the color of beach sand and softer than quick sand. My physical appearance is greater than every woman that has ever stood on two feet, but that's not what makes me so great...

  The fact is, I could look 100 times worse than I think I do, and I would still be the baddest bitch alive because of my confidence level. I am....

  " Pssssshhhhhh." If I would have been standing in front of a judge, I would have been committing perjury. Damn! Everyday I try to tell myself that I'm a bad bitch even though I know I'm not. I'm a physical and emotional disaster. If you stared into my shattered soul, you would see tears streaming down the blotchy surface.

  I've been married for 5 years, but my husband is the reason for my ruined selfesteem. I've given him three kids in that time frame and even though I love each of them, I wish I could lose this horrible weight that has collected onto my bones. I used to have an hourglass figure, but now my body is just shaped like a damn glass.

  By myself I probably wouldn't feel so bad, but my husband constantly pours gas on the fire. At the grocery store when he sees a more attractive woman come in, he stares even though I tell him to stop. Instead he always tries to justify the reason he's staring at other women.

  "I can look, as long as I don't touch. It's natural. It just lets me know that I still have the finest lady out there as my wife."

  Bullshit !

  If he thought that, he wouldn't be muttering to himself when those girls walk by, talking about "damn," and his favorite, "mmmmmm-mmm." I can only imagine what he says when I'm not around.

  I'm so tired of his shit that I don't know what to do. However, regardless of how my husband tears me down emotionally, he is still a good man. He's an excellent provider, a great father, and he never calls me out of my name. In fact, the only issue is that he makes me feel unwanted, even though in plain view he still appreciates my existence