This slid into my inbox a while ago....
My Mom had my daughter for the weekend, and my homegirl Tasha made the trip with me. The Whoreible Decisions live show was in Chicago, and a bitch was ready for some fuck shit. Before heading to the show, I told Tasha I had one goal: I was trying to get some bomb, detrimental-to-my-health dick, no matter what.
I was looking for the type of dick that makes you nervous when you see it for the first time. The kind of dick that leaves you with the hiccups.
Jamar, the whole snack sharing an armrest Tasha, kept making eye contact with me throughout the show, and I definitely eye-fucked him right back. He asked what we had planned for after the show, and I invited him to meet us at the bar in our hotel.
The three of us sat and drank for almost two hours. We talked mostly about freaky shit, including anal and rough sex. I joked about how I’d never needed safe words, and Jamar just smiled. He smugly asked if I liked vanilla ice cream.
Feeling myself, I asked Jamar what it'd take for me to get him naked, and he said an open mind and Tasha as a witness. I figured she'd pass out before I actually fucked him, so I gave him my room key, and told him to give us a 25-minute head start.
We got back to the room, and I took a wet towel to all the important parts. In only my bathrobe and slippers, I spent a few minutes looking at IG stories with Tasha, while also talking about how fun the weekend had been. Tasha told me that she had eaten half of an edible, and that she'd probably be out before Jamar showed up.
Jamar knocked on the door, and then used my key to enter the room. I pulled him onto my bed, and he laid me on my back. He undid my robe, kissed me from my ankles to my knees, and then along the inside of my thighs. Chills ran up my body, as his tongue slowly traveled from South to North inside my honeypot. I told him that I wanted him inside of me, and the kissing abruptly stopped.
When he dropped his pants, I was in awe. The print in his Calvin Klein’s was beautiful, and when he slid his underwear down, his dick came out in sections. I think I pee’d a little bit when I saw it. Jamar reached into his pants for a poncho and some lube, wrapped and greased that gas pump up, and told me to turn over.
I climbed up onto my knees, and did my best to relax. Without warning, he slapped his dick against my lower back, and it made me nervous. He spread my ass cheeks wide open, and let the tip press against my asshole. He said something under his breath, but before I could respond, his dick was on the move.
I don’t know how much of his dick got in, but it was more than enough. His stroke was so slow and smooth, but it felt like his dick was punching me in the heart. I held on as long as I could, but he made me tap out.
Look, I wasn’t trying to be swollen, so I decided to just give him head. I tried so hard to control my gag reflex, but Jamar was all in my windpipe. I was lightheaded, and running out of spit, but I had him squirming. He was fucking the shit out of my face, and I knew he’d have to cum soon. When he finally did, I swallowed it all, but then threw up on the floor.
Sticks and stones do break bones, but words can also get you fucked up.
- Lolo
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