More Than I Expected

Ni Ni, aka the self-proclaimed “man eater”, holds a very lucrative sexual record in my book: The Woman to Make Me Achieve the Quickest Nut From Head, clocking in at just over .20 seconds. The problem was, she gave me that head at work, months ago. Since then, she’s given me head in the car and at her house, but we never had sex, for various excuses reasons. Yesterday, on such a beautiful day in Detroit, she ran across my mind and I decided to send her a text asking her what she was wearing, “a black dress,” she replied. Green Light.

We were in the same area, so I just wanted to meet up and see how she was looking in that dress. She pulled up, music glaring from what seemed to be busted speakers. Her ass danced in her dress as she walked into the gas station. She returned, hopped in the passenger seat, and we talked for a little while before she admitted that she was thinking about me and felt like she was ready for me. We agreed on 11 p.m., but I never take a woman seriously until I get that text or call saying, “you can come now.” In typical black woman timing, I got a text at 11:50 that read, “Cum…u remember how 2 get here?”

For some odd reason, I had no problem getting back to her apartment, as if I’d been there 10 times before. The first time I went over her apartment, I wasn’t impressed. I knew the circumstances, but it just wasn’t the environment I was expecting from such a sexy and hard working woman. My second visit showed me a completely different spot though. Super clean and well organized, with candles lit in every room. She came to the door looking delicious; wearing the fuck out of a sexy lingerie set, with boy shorts that complimented every inch of that round ass. I walked in and made my way back to her bedroom, greeted by her cat, and a bedroom ambiance that set the mood perfectly.

I laid next to her and kissed on her thighs. Then up to her breast. She got out of the bed, pulled her top off over her afro puff, then removed her panties over her wide hips. She knelt down on the bed and started to lick the head of my dick. Her lips felt so damn good wrapped around me. She continued on well after I was ready to stroke her, almost making me cum in her mouth before we even got started. I managed to finally get her to stop and sent her to grab my mag off her dresser along with some lube that was so damn slippery, neither one of us could get it open.

She rolled it down on my dick, grabbed it, and put it inside of her. Her ride game was something vicious. Bouncing, grinding, making that ass MOVE while I palmed and smacked it. Her facial expressions alone could sent a man into an instant short service alert, but I held out, switching positions in the bed everytime I thought I was about to cum. Let’s just say, we switched a lot.

**Funny, she just so happens to be texting me right now as I write this, talking about how much she enjoyed herself. We’ll see if she really means that by how long it takes for her to invite me and blackberry and/or Canada over.**

I was loving the way she threw that ass back. Nothing brings joy to me like smacking a woman’s ass and watching the waves trickle up to her lower back. She seemed to be turned on by the way my nuts smacked up against her pussy, little did she know, I was just trying to hold on for dear life because she was definitely winning that round. All of that is pretty typical though…it’s when she got up and moved the show into the kitchen where she started to kill the competition.

By this time, I’ve already came twice. She’s bent over the sink, cool. Then she takes her left leg and puts it on the counter and I….damn. I’m in it, loving the way her body looks in this position. Then she bends over, grabs her ankles and throws it back on my dick. I imagine it would have felt better if I wasn’t 6’3, trying to bend down to her short ass, but we made it work. Then I noticed some writing in the tat on her lower back. After closer inspection, it was some niggas name…her ex’s name. My brain instantly stopped sending signals to my dick and my sexual system shutdown. I pulled out and walked to the bedroom. Jealous? Hecks naw, but I just didn’t want to see that. That Joe Budden line started running in my head, “dude was fucking you, but starring at my name.” She tried to give me a pep talk, but I just needed a minute to pull myself together. “This is NOT your bitch.” I told myself. A few glances off her naked body put shit back in perspective. I’m here to enjoy this pussy…NEW GREEN LIGHT.

WARNING: THE AUDIO CLIP BELOW CONTAINS ADULT CONTENT aka DON’T PLAY THIS SHIT IF YOUR KIDS ARE RIGHT NEXT TO YOU OR YOUR AT WORK.

From there, we moved into the bathroom, and in this bathroom is where she won me over. I’m sweating off POUNDS in that hot ass apartment. She has one of those huge wall mirrors that stretch the entire width of the bathroom sink. I’m so fucking horny, even her tattoos start to look sexy (minus “that” one). All the lights were off with two candles flickering on the sink. She raised that left leg again and I almost bust quicker than that nigga on American Pie. Her sex appeal was on Mars, she licked her lips and moaned while she looked back at me through the mirror. I could have sworn I heard Neyo’s song playing in the background like I was in a movie, only we weren’t making love, we were getting it the fuck in. The pussy got so good, I couldn’t hold my phone anymore and I just threw that shit on the sink somewhere.

I had a plan, but she learned what to do to get me to nut, talk shit. When a girl starts talking that nasty shit while I’m hitting it, I don’t stand a chance. I get the same sensation I get when I’m choking her. Once she felt how strong my erection was getting the more she ran her mouth, I couldn’t pay her to shut up. Then she merked me with the lines of death, “I love a girl with a big booty. I love when she puts that shit right on my face, so I can stick my tongue in her pussy.” Excuse Me???!!! F U C K….I’m busting, snatched it off, letting nut shoot all on her stomach. After my last wack ass threesome, I needed a new young lady to restore my faith in the bisexual ladies of America. I still can’t stop thinking about which girl I’m bringing to her. Who am I kidding, anybody other than Blackberry would be a waste of this girls sex drive.

Unfortunately, all of stars don’t line up, so we probably won’t go too far with this, but for what it is, for this moment, I’m WITH IT. So if all we ever become is great fuck buddies, it’s all good. This is how you’re supposed to start off the summer!!!

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Author: The Undresser

Black, Single, and Not Looking. Enjoys grilled salmon, cold glasses of water, and grocery shopping at Meijer. Likes women with nice ass to waist ratios, Reese Cups, and watching Real Time with Bill Maher. Dislikes cigarettes, littering, and disobedient children.

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