But, damn, neither one of them could ever eat the pussy right like Dr. Makkai Worthy. So while Mr. Woodard is on lockdown, I’m going to keep letting Makkai do his thing. Hell, we hit it the night after my dumb excuse for a husband got arrested. It was some straight on, crazy ass, room smelling like booty and pussy, make-up punishment sex.
Grabbing my dustpan and broom, I swept and swept, and picked up the pieces of my husband-gone-astray tantrum. If only my man shit could be cleaned up that easily.
Chapter 9
Salina Alonzo Freak-mama Woodard … I hear her talking. But, I’ve always wondered why when a married woman fools around on her husband, it’s the man she fools around with who is called the dog? Doesn’t that make her a cheating, philandering cat?
So I see now that I’m not the first black dude that she’d “cliterally” come after. She’s the type that if her best friend told her about a man she met who could toss the dick, Salina would hunt him down and show up at his doorway wearing nothing but a smile. I don’t know why she’s married anyway. In my opinion, she’s not wife material. But, I’m at least glad she admits to loving the black dick because I’ve never seen a girl ride it like her. She’s a sexaholic and she’s as eager as any woman I’ve ever been with. She’ll instantly take the damn lead, and once you put her in a position, she’ll switch up on you just to gain control. She is triple-jointed limber and has a few different accents to go along with it—well, check this out from the night after her husband was arrested.
To straddle a horse vault in gymnastics with an end-to-end split that lowers one’s middle point flat to the surface would have a lesser degree of difficulty than what Salina Woodard can do, even when standing on her head. I give her an eleven out of a possible ten. She spreads her flexed legs so wide and so parallel, with her perfect, fire engine red toes pointed west to east, flashing that sexy purple tattoo on her ankle, only so I can stand over her and do as I please. And I do aim to please, with my mouth and my hands and even my weapon if I want to go deep sea diving. And I do want to go deep sea diving. And I did. I guess she told you that we hit it the night after the arrest. But, allow me to take you there.
Her acrobatic demonstrations of her limberness amaze me every time. She can spin and sit and flop and flip and bounce and twirl and even squeeze herself so tight around me that I feel like I could be sucked in.
One warm evening, atop a California king-sized bed in room number 402 at the Ritz Carlton around the corner from her home in Torrance, I grinded my way inside of her, inch by inch.
“Salina, I don’t know how that pipsqueak of a man handled you.” The song on the radio channel on TV was “I Need a Girl to Ride, Ride, Ride” by Usher. How appropriate.
“He didn’t.”
“Well, I’m sure having fun trying.”
“You need to take all of this pussy so his crazy ass is assed out. Don’t leave any for anyone but you.”
She smelled of Poeme by Lancôme. Her scent took a little trip through my senses, ringing a bell to remind me that this was the insatiable one. “Oh, I’m not.”
“Is it good?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?” She had the nerve to frown.
“It is good.”
“Is it the best?”
“This is the best pussy I’ve ever had.”
“I’ll bet you say that to all the girls. Besides, didn’t you say I’m just another pussy that got hooked? Isn’t that what you said yesterday?”
“I said that because you were …”
“Because I was what, dammit?” She pumped like she was on a mission.
“You know I had to get you back for …”
“For what?”
I fully invaded her with every fierce grind. “For the fact that your man loved this pussy enough to try to kill my ass.”
“You’re damn right. Now who is it that’s hooked tonight?”
“I am?”
“Who?”
“I am.”
“Who the fuck are you?”
“Makkai.”
“And Makkai belongs to?”
“Salina.”
“Say my name again.”
“Salina.”
“Say my name. Louder.”
Damn she fires me up. “Salina,” I belted out as I probed her fleshy cavity.
“Your ass is going to have to deliver tonight, Dr. Feelgood. You were a bad boy. Now what’s my name again?”
“Salina.” Dampness coated my skin and hers. The wetness seeping from her lower hairline smelled spicy and sweet.
“You’re never going to forget who am I again, are you?”
“No.”
“No, who?” That’s my bad girl. The increasingly slushy sound of juices could be heard in between her every command.
“No, Salina.”
“Now pull out and bend down and put you face up against my Spanish ass.”
Just call me her soldier and call her my drill sergeant. I made my exit and my nose met her golden asshole within two-point-two seconds.
“Inhale. Smell it.”
Sniffing was my pleasure. My dick was so hard from the visual that I could have cut raw diamonds.
“Now stick your tongue inside like it’s a dick. Tongue-fuck me in the ass.”
The point of my tongue penetrated her tightness and entered with a wet stiffness that sent her into moan-mode.
“Stick it so far inside that your eyes start tearing up. Do it right. I don’t feel it deep enough.”
Oh damn. “I know you feel that.”
“Don’t say a fucking word until I ask you to.”
Aye-aye, ma’am. No wonder her husband went nuts.
“Now lick around my asshole until my pussy starts dripping. Stick your fingers inside so you can test it to see when it’s ready.”
Her cream met my middle finger, and then two more fingers begged to join in.
“Pull out so I can see. Do it now.”
She eyeballed my middle fingers.
“No, not yet. Make it wetter.”
Back in they went. Deeper.
“Lick it with more spit and flick your tongue like it has wings. Now kiss my asshole with a loud smack so I can hear it. Louder. Louder. You denied me and I want you to never forget this most valuable pussy again. Don’t you know I’m the MVP? Oh I forgot. You’re some hot-ass renowned doctor and you think you can just fuck with me like I’m some useless whore for you to disrespect. Suddenly, I forgot your name now. What’s your name again? Say it.”
“Makkai.”
“Makkai, huh? Okay Makkai, now take those fingers out again and show me what comes out. And it had better be greasy.”
The liquid sugar juices shone, with some of the heated glaze creeping down in between my fingers.
“Yeah. Look at that. See how turned-on you’ve got me right now? Is that how turned on you were yesterday when you denied me. Was your dick hard when you kicked me out of your office?”
My dick throbbed like it begged to answer. “Yes.”
“I should have known. Bring that big hard dick up to my tight pussy hole and stick it in fast. Do it now.”
I found her hole and inserted myself. “Like this?”
“I didn’t ask you a question. You still don’t have permission to talk. Do you think you’re deep enough into Salina’s pussy, huh?” She shoved herself deeper toward me. “Now you can answer me.”
“Yes.” I sped up my pace.
“I want every inch you can give me.”
I flexed my ass muscles tighter and pulled all the way out, and then dove in deep and rough, aiming straight back, even feeling like I was moving some stuff around up in there. She didn’t even flinch.
“Deeper.”
I swear I was in her uterus.
“Deeper.”
That shit talking was sure to lead to a major burst within only a few more pumps and she knew it.
“Oh, hell no. I feel that swelling up. You don’t deserve that. You know what, Pa
pi, I’m about to finish this off, but I need you to do what you do best. Now pull out.”
I stopped my pumping frenzy and froze in place, squeezing the base of my dick to keep myself from shooting my load just in time. “Put that mouth on my wet pussy. Do you hear me?” “Si.”
“Smart man. Then get down there and make it melt.”
I exited her as slowly as I could and immediately put my mouth within two inches of her meaty vagina. The heat hit my face before my mouth ever touched her sensitive, rosy skin. I moved her vertical lips aside to allow for easy access. Her tip was dark pink and glossy and swollen and at stiff attention. I was amazed that she was actually quiet for two seconds. Her eyes were closed shut. I inserted my middle finger and kissed her tip and then swirled my tongue around it, making a flicking motion. And then I sucked it. She started to shout her x-rated verbalness again. The throb of her tiny muscle was powerful.
“Aaayyyyyy, Papi, oooouuui, yes. Suck that sucker. That’s it, it’s so good!! Yes, yes, yes!” Her head flung back, her long hair swung from side to side, covering her face, and she erupted like she was about to pee on herself. Her walls gripped my finger tightly. I could feel her insides contract and release, contract and release, contract and release. Now that is an undeniable orgasm. That, you can’t fake.
She didn’t let me get mine.
But, I will.
I deserved that, I guess.
That release of hers was good to the last drop.
Yes, that Salina is on fire with her controlling ass. Now as you can see though, I can handle a little nasty, horizontal shit talking. Makes it all the wilder with that carnal edge. And to be honest, I’ll continue to hit it every now and then, if for no other reason than to get back at that psycho gargantuan husband of hers. Fool tried to kill me. That’s wild and dominating Salina knocking on the hotel room door right now. Gotta go.
Chapter 10
Georgia
My mother lives about three miles away, just south of my neighborhood. When I need to go out, or when I’m having company in the early evening, she baby-sits for me with pleasure. I’m an only child and my mom is an only girl, too. Girls run in our family. She would have loved me to marry my deadbeat baby’s daddy before he started trippin'. He accused me of some bogus shit right in front of my daughter. He accused me of being gay. I told that sorry excuse for a man that I love the dick too much to be gay. I just got tired of him being the one-minute man, one day per month. But, anyway, since he tripped like that, I cut him loose. I figured giving him six years of my life was long enough.
While he was with me, he seemed to be someone I could communicate with and someone I had a few things in common with. Like we both love to write. He was a sportswriter for a local news program in Los Angeles. Now he’s an assistant producer for this well-known, forever bachelor sportscaster at NBC.
They hang out after work all the time and that’s what takes him to the strip clubs and nightclubs six nights a week. And so, Stardust came into the picture.
See, I met her first. I was sitting at this bar waiting for my girl to meet me for a drink after work, and this tall woman came over and sat down right next to me. Her generous backside devoured the bar seat while she crossed her long legs. She smiled, flashing picture perfect white teeth against her full, shimmery, ebony lips.
She spoke to the bartender. “The usual.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
A smile spread across her toffee-colored face.
She searched her Gucci bag and glanced over at me.
I gave a nod and looked over toward the front door. And then I looked back at her.
On the bar in front of her, the bartender placed a frosty drink topped with whipped cream. It was a combination of swirled green, with red and brown. She immediately took a huge sip through a wide, black straw, and laid a twenty on the bar. She gave an approving nod.
She took me into her sights again. She was already in mine. “Are you thirsty? You look like you could drink this with your eyes. It’s called a Knockout.”
I giggled. “Looks like it can. Knock someone out I mean. Sorry to be staring.”
She spoke while stirring her drink counterclockwise. “No problem. I just noticed you noticing me, that’s all. I’m just here to enjoy a little relaxation juice.”
“Relaxation juice?”
“You’d better know it. For real.” She stretched out her words.
“Okay?”
She giggled. Her pretty breasts giggled too. Her hard nipples were pointing at me from under her low-cut tee. “And what are you drinking?” Her baby brown eyes were glued to my mouth.
I looked around the room again. “Oh, nothing. I’m waiting for a friend. I’ll order when she gets here.” I scratched the back of my neck.
“My, aren’t you polite?” Her long, thick eyelashes curled up to her eyebrows.
“No, I just don’t drink alone.”
“You’re not alone now.” She flashed her smile.
“I guess I’m not.”
“Your lips are beautiful. I love the way your tongue moistens them after a sentence.”
Oh shit. “Oh really?”
“Really.”
My eyes focused on the front door again. I tossed my bangs to the side, noticing a few beads of sweat along my forehead.
She spoke to the approaching bartender, shoving her money closer to him. “She’ll have what I’m having.”
I shook my head to both of them. “I don’t know. I’m driving and that looks pretty strong. I was just gonna have one glass of white wine and get back home.”
“Oh, lighten up. Just try one. Plus, you’ve got a friend coming who can be the designated if need be.”
I nodded as I spoke. “Oh she’s definitely not the designated type. But, I guess there’s no harm in having just one.”
She cracked a grin.
“But, what about you?” I asked her. “Aren’t you driving?”
She looked at an area near my waist as she spoke. “I live right next door. My name is Stardust. Push comes to shove, you can crash at my place if you’d like. If you’ve had too much to drink, that is.”
“Like I said, I’m just having one. But, my name is Georgia.”
“Nice to meet you, Georgia.”
My friend stood me up and never called. I ended up having about four Knockouts and eventually, before it was all said and done, four clit-busting orgasms courtesy of Stardust. Needless to say, the down low did come out that night.
But, from what Stardust tells me now, weeks later Rydell came in all by his lonesome and met her while sitting at the same bar. He mentioned me by name and cried on her shoulder about his daughters. Small world. Seems she was a regular. Next thing, he was at her place, too. Turns out she only gives head to the dudes. She only had dick up inside of her once before and that was a guy she tried out in high school on a prom date her parents set up. She did it just to see if the feelings she was catching for the girls were bogus or not. Turns out they weren’t.
After that, she had a woman for a few years who broke her heart by going back to dick-land on her. I can’t say that I blame her. Now, I guess she just assumes that once a bisexual woman she’s interested in has bonded to a penis, they’ll eventually go back to men anyway, so she doesn’t even trip. She knows me. I already told her.
Yes, Stardust was good, even without letting the guys inside. Shit, head-wise she was maybe even better than me. No wonder Rydell never tried to come back to me. There’s so much damn temptation for the men in this world. Hell, there’s a whole lot of women out there willing to give it up after just one drink. I guess I should know.
I work as a freelance writer. Sometimes stations call me in and sometimes they don’t, but to fill in money-wise, I had to get creative. So I came up with a name on the Internet called Cook4U, which gets ‘em every time. Folks love to eat. Only I log into the ladies-looking-for-ladies chat rooms. I’d never let my nosey baby’s daddy know, even though he was on to me, or even let my best
friend know, or my mother, or Makkai for that matter. He’s discussed how he hates women who act straight and then sneak to be with other women. He’d rather they come on out of the closet and be one hundred percent gay. Well, call me on the down low if you want, but no matter how much I try to fight it, I need the touch of a woman every now and then. It’s simply recreational, no big deal. However, I definitely don’t want a relationship with one.
But, right now, being with women is a way to pay my bills. That’s because my old boss, Tucker Hill, who was my news director when I worked in Orange County, pays me to hook him up. And it’s easy, because these girls think they’re getting me, when they’re really getting him, too. But, by then they’re stripped down and raring to get their freak on with me. And even if they don’t let Tucker “in,” it’s fine with me. I still get paid.
But, of course, like I said, Makkai doesn’t know a thing about it. And if I have my way, he never will.
Chapter 11
Every now and then I get a chance to get out and get all dressed up to attend an award ceremony. As it turns out, I have a formal event coming up soon. It’s a ceremony sponsored by the NAACP that honors accomplished professionals in our community. One category is contributions in the field of medicine, and I have been selected as this year’s recipient. I really don’t want to go alone, though. Most of my peers are married or have had longtime mates. When it’s a company function I usually take my mother, and she gets a kick out of it.
This time it would be great to have a nice-looking lady on my arm. Don’t want to bring anyone I work with. That’d be too close for comfort. The decision lies in which one will not see it as a marriage proposal, and which one will be classy enough to be seen on my arm. In spite of what we do behind closed doors, can they be class in the streets?
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