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The black book opened. She kept that book for a special reason. It
was a thick Black leather-bound book filled with names and photographs
of all the awesome people she admired in secret. And by awesome people,
she meant MEN. She was friends with them all but had never met them in person. Social Media had its uses. They all liked her and wanted to fuck her but she had been evasive. She had shied away because she didn’t trust them. She didn’t trust men she met on Social Media. 80% of them had a natural “Kiss & Tell” Barcode on their balls. A girl only found out after the damage was done. She hated men that fucked and squealed and her radar had warned her that these ones in her Black Book would do exactly that.
But today, she didn’t care. She was on a mission to purge herself off the stupidity she had called love. She wanted to be with someone, anyone who would fuck her without niceties. She didn’t want to hear the word love. She didn’t want the deceit. She didn’t want the familiarity she thought she was used to. She wanted, cold, hard, fierce, emotionless sex. With someone who didn’t expect love, trust or loyalty. She didn’t think she had any left to give anyways.
She perused the Black Book mechanically; like one choosing a garden tool. She didn’t want a guy that would want a bond. She didn’t want a relationship. She wanted Sex. Pure, undiluted, sex.
On the third page, her eyes panned on a photo. The figure was chocolatey and sexy. STEVE! She smiled. She’d never met him face-to-face but they chatted on and off when it suited them both. She chose him because her ex hated his guts and would find out sooner than later that she fucked him. She smiled at the thought.
They hadn’t chatted in a while but she knew Steve would be happy to hear her voice so she dialed his number. He picked up on the first ring.
“Madam… Wetin you see wey you call me?” His deep voice rumbled in her ear.
“I thought of you today” she replied with a chuckle.
“Good thoughts or bad thoughts?” He sounded mischievous.
“Fuck thoughts. Hot, furious, fuck thoughts” she said.
“Shet! Baby…. Don’t be teasing me like this nah? Do you know how long I’ve been pining for you?” His voice had dipped even lower.
“Yes, I do. And now, I am ready for you.”
She heard him suck in his breath and smiled. She waited for him to set the date.
“I’m coming to you now. Do you have a place where we could meet?” She could feel the eagerness in him.
“Do you know Cameo Suites?” She asked.
“No… But I’m willing to find it. Send me the directions and I’ll be with you in an hour.” He said.
She smiled a cold, hard smile. She’d heard those same words countless times from another’s mouth. “I’ll be with you in an hour” seemed to be a sort of popular male fuck promise. She sent him the address and description then set out to shower and change.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
She stepped into Cameo Suites, her face set in an unsmiling mask. She had asked Steve to leave his name at the reception as Michael. The name gave her a weird perverse joy. She also asked him to insist on taking ROOM 284. Her reason was also perverse. She walked up to the room and knocked. This time, there was no blocking the Peephole with her palm. She wanted Steve to see her standing out there. He opened the door and let her in.
Her first impression of him was that he was much taller in person than in his photographs. He was buff too and looked good looking in an “Igbotic” sort of way. She smiled when she noticed he was gawping at her in something akin to awe. She got that alot. These guys from Social Media hook-ups were always surprised she looked better in person. Walking past him, she began to unbutton her top. Steve watched her, his brow furrowed in a worried frown.
“Don’t you want something to drink first?” He asked
She took off her blouse and bra and tossed them on the chair nearby. Then she unzipped her jeans and pushed it down. His eyes narrowed when he saw she wasn’t wearing panties and was now standing before him, naked. He was breathing hard as he stripped off his T-Shirt and jeans. She clicked on her phone and “I NEED YOU” by Marc Anthony came on.
“Come and fuck me to the rhythm of this song” she ordered and saw his thick shaft leap with joy.
‘Condom! Condom! Condom!!!’ Her head rang with a warning.
“Do you have a condom?” She asked.
“Of course” he replied immediately. “But come here… I need to hold and kiss you first”
“I don’t do kisses on both lips.” She said drily and it made him chuckle.
“You’re one weird woman. Every girl I know love kisses on both lips.”
“I hated getting ‘head’. Then someone made me love it…. And now, I don’t want it. So no Southern Lips kissing. As for kisses on the mouth, I don’t know where your lips have been!”
She sounded almost bored, wishing he would pounce on her and take her roughly.
“Do you want to fuck me because you want to? Or just to piss someone off?” He asked, his shaft losing its turgidity.
“There’s no one to piss off. I want to fuck you for therapy. I need to exorcise a demon within me. Sex does that for me. Now, the song is wasting away. Good thing its on replay so….”
She walked up to him, stared him in the eyes and kissed him on the chest. Then slowly, she sank down till she knelt before him. Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, she let his face flash in her head – Smiling and mischievous – before replacing it with the image of Steve. Her mouth closed over the tip of his dick, sucking the sensitive head softly. His reaction was magical. Her hand reached for his hips and held him steady as she took more of him into her mouth, feeling him clench beneath her palms. Sucking his dick softly, she felt a tremor course through him and looked up to see his expression. His grimace of pleasure was a turn on and it spurred her to suck him faster. He grabbed her hair a little too tight causing her stabs of pain at her roots, yet the pain was laced with pleasure.
“If you don’t stop doing that, I’m gonna shoot in your mouth” he said through clenched teeth.
Pulling her up a little roughly, he led her to the bed and pushed her down. She giggled as her naked body bounced on impact. Smiling, he pushed her legs apart and dipped his head.
“What are you doing?” She asked, shielding her pussy with both hands.
“I just want a taste” he begged.
“Fuck me first; taste me later” her tone told him she wasn’t going to budge.
He pushed away from the bed and got a condom from his jeans. She watched him slip it on and touched herself… caressing her almost non-existent clit to the rhythm of Marc Anthony’s voice, prepping for penetration. Condom in place, he joined her in bed, smiled and urged her to turn her back.
“I want to fuck you from the back.” He was breathing hard again.
On all fours, she dipped her head down, using her arms as a pillow, leaving her ass up in the air and her clean shaved pussy, open, glistening and ready for him. He grabbed her waist and pushed into her his groan matching her gasp of pleasure as he filled her pussy up with his beefy trunk. His movement was slow but the penetration was deep… and she loved it.
Slow stroke in.. Slow stroke out… Slow stroke in… Slow stroke out. The thrusts were slow but her waist had its own pace. Needing to match her pace, he increased his thrusts and heard her whimper. She was a screamer and he loved screamers. He slapped her butt a few times, enjoying her reaction to the butt smacks and accompanying thrusts.
“Your ass is fucking soft… Shit!” He growled.
He pushed into her, in and out, faster and faster till he began to feel his excitement building rapidly towards a quick climax. Not wanting to cum, he pulled out, spread her ass apart and planted his lips smack on her butt-hole. She stiffened and turned to look at him.
“I don’t like my ass eaten… but for you, I’ll oblige.” Her tone was almost patronizing.
She reached for her clit, rubbing it slowly, humming along to the song that was now on the third repeat session and basked in Steve’s tongue doing wonders to her ass. He ate ass pretty well, lubricating it with his tongue before sucking on it and occasionally dipping in his index finger to heighten her pleasure. She enjoyed it much more than she’d anticipated and her juices flowed onto her busy fingers. His head dipped lower and his tongue touched her fingers as it made an attempt to locate her pussy’s core. She let him get a taste and moaned when his lips covered her center, sucking and drawing out her Southern nectar.
“You like?” She asked as he made smacking noises in a bid to capture her too-tiny clit.
“Lay down, I need to eat this pussy good.” He growled.
“He’d eaten her ass, what was the point of holding back her pussy from his obviously skilled lips?” She thought before obliging.
She lay on her back and spread open her legs, watching him as he part her pussy lips gently. He noted the position of her clit and dove in hungrily, sucking her labia and clit then tongue fucking her till she almost screamed herself hoarse. The screams drove him crazy, pushing him near explosion and in a swift move, he lift one of her legs up, pushed his dick into her wet pussy and began to fuck her hard and deep till he hit her cervix. She cried out at the sexual onslaught, nearing her brink in gasping throes.
“Oh shit! I’m… I’m…” She stammered as pleasure erupted through.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuuuuuuucccck!!!” He responded as he simultaneously emptied himself and captured her mouth in a kiss.
They came together…
She bucking under him like a rodeo bull…
He pushing in and out stiffly.
Their kiss was unheated at first but as she got familiar with his mode of kissing and his taste, she warmed to him and responded, giving him passion for passion till the tide of their orgasm ebbed. Rolling off her, he lay on his back, still breathing hard, a small smile on his face. She remained still for a while then got up in irritation when the song started again.
“Stupid, irritating song!” She said as she hit stop and delete.
Her ex used
to fuck her to this same song, in this same hotel, in this same room. Now she’d fucked Steve to this song, it didn’t seem special anymore. Steve chuckled, truly amused.
“I thought you liked that song?” He asked.
“I did. But now it’s irritating. I’ve deleted it.” She said as she made her way to the toilet to pee.
When she was done, she washed up and dried her pussy with the hotel towel before returning to the room with the towel around her chest. Steve was still on the bed but was now propped on a pillow, naked and unabashed. He had discarded the condom and now his dick looked wary and small. She threw him a smile and sat on the chair facing him.
“Are you still in love with him?” He asked out of the blue.
She was silent for a while.
“No. That died the minute he let me know he was capable of loving me and many others, in the exact same way.” She answered.
“But you’re not over him…” He persisted.
“The break-up is still fresh… Baby steps. A month of constant sex and his memory would pale. That’s my therapy. I am amenable that way.” She shrugged nonchalantly.
“What if you don’t get over him?” Steve’s look was serious.
She smiled. A slow smile that spread till her dimples dipped slightly. The smile became a grin and then a giggle.
“If that happens, I will have to take a trip to see a special someone in another State. That one is twice as nice with fewer body count. He has the antidote I need.” Her giggle was infectious. It made him laugh.
“You’re weird… And sexy… And crazy… You will be fun to date.” He said and beckoned her to join him on the bed.
Tossing the towel aside, she walked towards him, smiling as he stroked his dick, bit his lips and narrowed his eyes at her.
“Come sit on this baby. Its begging for you” he said.
‘Condom! Condom! Condom!!!’ The warning began. She wasn’t going to be careless this time around. As if reading her thoughts, he waved a fresh foil at her, tore it and slipped it on.
“We’ll be all night…” She sang as she joined him in bed.
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