Deep Throat Diva (23 page)

“Aye, yo, don’t try ’n come at me all crazy ’n shit. I only asked you a simple question.”

“No, nigga. It was a crazy-ass question; that’s what it was.”

He huffs. “Whatever, yo.”

“Whatever nothing,” I snap, pausing so I can get my thoughts in check before I say some shit I don’t really mean. But, this nigga done got me riled up with this dumb shit. “Well, since you’re into asking simple questions, answer me this, nigga: Did you like it? ’Cause the way you had your ass tooted up I’d say you were enjoying it a little too much. So maybe I should be asking
you
who you’ve had licking your hole while—”

“Aye, yo,” he snaps back, cutting me off, “don’t fuckin’ play me, yo. Ain’t nothin’ pussy ’bout me, yo.”

“How I know?” I ask, deciding to fuck with him some more.

“Yeah, aiight, Pasha. Don’t get beat the fuck up, yo.”

“Whatever, Jasper,” I say, hanging up on him. Two minutes later, he’s calling back. When I don’t answer the house phone, he starts calling my cell, then house line again. “Yes?”

“Aye, yo. Why you gotta play?”

“I’m not playing. Why you always gotta start your bullshit? I
mean, damn. Why can’t you enjoy the moments we share without turning them into a buncha extra shit?”

“I do enjoy them,” he says, lowering his voice. “You know how long I’ve been waiting to be with you, girl? You had a muhfucka feelin’ good; too good.”

“Then why you calling here with nonsense?” I ask, swinging the comforter off of me and getting out of bed. I walk over to get my laptop off of my desk, then bring it back over to the bed. I climb back in, propping two pillows up behind me. I turn it on; wait for it to boot up.

“’Cause you did some shit that fucked my head up.”

“Well, did you like it?” He gets quiet. So I add, “I wanted our time to be all about you, Jasper. Don’t you know how much I’ve missed you? I didn’t wanna just suck down your dick, baby, or swallow your balls. I wanted to taste all of you. And licking your ass is something I’ve always wanted to do to you.”

“Why you ain’t say somethin’ then?”

“I didn’t think I needed to.”

“You got me buggin’, yo,” he says, pausing. I can hear him breathing. He’s thinking, wondering. He blows out air into the phone. “And you ain’t do that shit wit’ no one else?”

“No, Jasper, I haven’t.”

“Yeah, aiight, then,” he says. I hear relief in his voice. “Go on back to sleep. I’ma hit you up later on, aiight?”

“Good night,” I say, turning off the PC volume, then logging onto AOL.

“Good night? That’s how you doin’ it?”

“Jasper, what else you want me to say?” The mail icon says I have twelve new messages.

He huffs. “Fuck it, yo. What you gettin’ ready to do?”

I open the first email.
Vgl Italian married male here who never
gets what he likes the most, head! I am 5’10 180 musc, tattooed with buzz cut. 7 cut & thick here. I will have to sneak out, so you must be within 10 minutes of south Plainfield, or be willing to come to my house, and blow me in my detached garage. Wifey is a sound sleeper. I will be up till around 2 am so definitely interested in a sexy, black chick with great oral skills to give me a hot wet tight bj to completion. Willing to eat your pussy if you want.

“I’m going back to bed,” I lie, deleting the message, then clicking down to the next email.
6’3” 220, handsome, 8 cut brown eyes. Need a great SLOW BJ. Tonight!!! Working midnight shift. Come thru and suck my dick in the parking lot. I’ll finger your pussy for you.

“Yo, I gotta bounce. This nosey punk-ass counselor is comin’ through doin’ rounds and he be on some bitch-type shit tryna hem muhfuckas up. I love you.”

“Love you, too.”

He abruptly hangs up, and I go back to reading emails.
Damn, baby. U sound hot! 22. Italian. 6’4 195 8c. Always wanted to experience skull-fucking a sexy black chick. Hit me up. Young, horny and full of hot cum for your throat.

I smile, tempted to give his young ass a taste of what this deep throat is all about. I type:
Baby, if u think you’re ready for the dick suck of ur life, then hit me back with a pic of ur sausage. I’ve always heard Italians had good cock!

After I send my reply I decide to delete the remaining emails. However, just as I’m preparing to exit out of my account, an IM screen pops up from mister Italian Stud Cock.

I
TALIANSTUDCOCK
: watz up?

D
EEPTHROATDIVA
: sucking a clean, fat cock

I
TALIANSTUDCOCK:
Then I’m ur man, baby. Got that stud cock 4 u. Thick, clean and always hard. Multiple cummer here. Shoot big loads. U host? Travel?

D
EEPTHROATDIVA
: Travel

I
TALIANSTUDCOCK
: what r ur stats?

D
EEPTHROATDIVA
: 34-22-38. Soft, luscious lips, hot tongue with a long, deep throat. Can swallow a dick in one gulp

I
TALIANSTUDCOCK
: Damn, that sounds good. I like that!

D
EEPTHROATDIVA
: And it feels even better

I
TALIANSTUDCOCK
: Itz gettin late. Can we meet? I’m ready if u r

I glance over at the clock. It’s almost one o’clock in the morning. I contemplate what I should do. The idea of tasting some young Italian dick is appealing to me. I tell him to send me a dick flick before I make my decision. In the meantime, another IM screen pops up.

T
HICKSEVEN-AND-A-HALF4U:
wassup, ma? How u?

D
EEPTHROATDIVA
: hey there. I’m good, and U?

T
HICKSEVEN-AND-A-HALF4U:
chilln-chilln. Horny as fuk 4 some of that deep throat

D
EEPTHROATDIVA
: is that ur way of say’n u wanna c me?

Italian Stud sends me an email with an attachment of two pics. I click it open. My mouth waters the minute his dick appears on the screen. It’s a nice thick piece with a big, juicy mushroom shaped head. There’s a big vein that runs across the top of it. I can’t deny, it looks…delicious. And I’m tempted.

T
HICKSEVEN-AND-A-HALF
: Maybe. But I’ma respect ya space. My dick is hard 4 more.

D
EEPTHROATDIVA
: U betta be glad I’m on a dick-fast; otherwise U’d be in trouble. LOL

T
HICKSEVEN-AND-A-HALF
: LOL. Me and my dick like trouble.

I
TALIANSTUDCOCK
: U still there?

D
EEPTHROATDIVA
: where u @?

I
TALIANSTUDCOCK
: Union. Earl Street

D
EEPTHROATDIVA
: do u have a safe spot we can go?

I
TALIANSTUDCOCK
: yeah.

D
EEPTHROATDIVA
: is 40 mins too late?

I
TALIANSTUDCOCK
: Nah. Itz good. I can meet u on the corner. I’ll be in blue jeans, white tee, and white sneakers wearing a blue fitted. 908-444-1111

D
EEPTHROATDIVA
: k. C u then!

I write his number down, then close out the screen. Mister Thick Seven and I chat back and forth for a few more minutes before he tells me he has to go. That he has to go jack off because I got his dick rocked.

D
EEPTHROATDIVA
: Ooooh. *licks lips* U nasty.
Imagine me on my knees with my head back and mouth open wtg 4 u to bust ur nut in my hot mouth

T
HICKSEVEN-AND-A-HALF
: Daaaaaamn. No doubt! Gotta go, babe. TTYL

I click out of the box and shake my head, knowing damn well I have no business entertaining any of these niggas after all the shit I’ve been going through.
Girl, turn this shit off and take your crazy ass back to sleep,
I think, mulling over my options. Suck dick. Go to sleep. Suck dick. Go to sleep. What’s a girl to do? Before I am able to make a decision one way or the other my cell rings. And in that instant my choice is already made for me. I sigh, feeling almost relieved. “Hello.”

“You sleep?”

“No, Jasper,” I say, leaning over the side of the bed, sitting my laptop on the floor. I slide it under the bed. I lie back against the pillows, resting my head up against the headboard. “I’m sitting up in bed.”

“Oh, word? Doing what?”

“Thinking about you,” I tell him.

“Oh, word? That’s wassup. What you thinkin’ ‘bout?”

“Sucking on that dick.”

“Damn, baby. I wish I was home in bed wit’ you.”

I let out a soft moan. “Me, too. Right now I’d be all over you.”

“Yo, you feel like gettin’ off?”

“Where you at?”

“In my bunk,” he says in almost a whisper. “I got my locker door blocking me. I wanna bust this nut, baby.”

I smile. “You got your dick out?”

“Yeah.”

“Then let’s do it, Daddy.” I cut off my night lamp, then begin removing my panties. I toss them across the room. “I’m sticking my hand in between my thighs, rubbing my clit while I’m on my knees sucking your big-ass dick, baby…you like that?”

“Ah, shit, yeah…you gonna let me taste that pussy?”

I moan. Then for the next twenty minutes, Jasper and I go back and forth, moaning and groaning and talking nasty shit to each other until we both cum all over ourselves; me all over my fingers, him on his chest and stomach. I clutch the phone to my ear, breathing heavy into his ear.

“Damn, baby…that was good,” Jasper says, catching his breath as well. “Yo, my shit is still hard. I need to be way up in that pussy, yo.”

“I need you up in it, too.” I glance over at the clock. 2:42
A.M
.
Fuck!
I yawn, feeling sleep coming down on me. “But I need to go to sleep now. I’m exhausted.”

“I feel you; me too. Good night, baby. Love you.”

“I love you, too, Jasper.” We hang up. I close my eyes and drift off to sleep with no other thoughts of sucking dick—
for now
.

TWENTY-TWO

T
he following morning, I wake up late and wrong. It’s almost eight o’clock. And I have to be at the shop by ten. I have six appointments scheduled today, back to back, starting at ten. I race around the house, trying to get myself ready. I jump in the shower, wash the snatch real good, then hop out.

Thirty minutes later, I’m peeling out of my driveway. As I’m turning out of my development, my cell rings. I pull it from out of my bag, then glance at the screen. It’s Mona. “Hey, girl,” I say, pressing on the Bluetooth connection.

“Pasha, girl, is everything okay? I heard what happened down at the shop. Stax told Sparks. And you know how his ass can’t keep shit to himself.”

I laugh, knowingly. “Yeah, everything’s good. Thanks. The police, of course, still haven’t found the motherfucker who did me in. But it’s all good.”

“Hmmph, figures. Were you able to see what he looked like?”

“Not really,” I tell her. “One of the customers caught a glimpse of him, but it wasn’t enough for an accurate description of him.” I tell her he was brown-skinned and wearing a hoodie and a pair of baggy blue jeans. “So, in a nutshell, with no fingerprints and no concrete description to go on, the police still have no leads.”

She laughs. “Chile, that description fits half the nigga’s in the hood.”

I laugh with her. “Girl, you ain’t never lied about that. I only
hope they catch this kook before his nutty ass does something else.”
Shit, shit, shit
, I say to myself, realizing I’ve said more than I should have. Mona picks up on this and doesn’t miss a beat.

“Wait, what do you mean ’before he does something else’? Are you trying to tell me he’s done some other shit besides smashing out the shop’s window? Do you know this nigga?”

“Oh no, not at all,” I quickly state, trying to clean it up. I make a left turn onto Central Avenue. “All I’m saying is, with that nigga still lurking around there’s no telling who else’s property he’ll damage. And I don’t want his ass coming back to mine.”

“Mmm…yeah, you right. But, why the fuck would someone wanna smash out your window like that in broad daylight? That shit makes no sense to me.”

“Me either,” I say, regretting I ever answered this call.

“And the nigga didn’t even try to rob ya’ll.” She pauses. “Mmmph. Girl, you know like I do, anyone busting out windows is usually on some personal shit.”