Dr. Feelgood (6 page)

She blasted back. “Look, chica, isn’t that what they call dirty Mexican girls?” She laughed at her own tired-ass sense of humor. “I’ll tell you one thing, from what I hear, you and your man both have a hankering for chocolate. So don’t even trip.”

“Bitch, you can kiss my Mexican ass.”

“No, I wouldn’t want to turn you out like your little boyfriend the doctor did.”

“Look trick, you’re just as pathetic as my husband. You two belong together.” I stood and approached my patio, sliding the glass door open for some air, glancing out onto the deep-green blades of grass and colorful rosebushes that were blooming under the bright morning sun. The image, however, was not enough to turn my screwed-up mood around. “In the meantime what are you going to do, come over here and kick my brown butt? Both of you are foolish. He’s so stupid that he tried to beat somebody up for fooling around when he was creepin’ anyway. But, what your skanky little nappy-headed ass needs to remember is that if you had it going on so tough, and if he was so into you, he wouldn’t have cared about who I was with in the first place. Case closed, Hoe-Chica.”

“Well, he sure as hell doesn’t care now. He’s coming home with me when he gets out.”

“Yeah, after he gets done being somebody’s bitch in that jail cell. He wouldn’t be able to survive being locked up too long, any more than he’d
be able to survive a day in your little hometown slum. He’d be better off being a little white homo in jail than living amongst you and your pet rats. Shouldn’t you be feeding Ben?”

“You’ve got it all wrong.”

“Don’t fucking call my house again.” I slammed the patio door shut and headed back toward the half-full wine bottle that called my name.

“Don’t fucking fuck my man again.”

“You can have his tired, soft dick ass,” I told her, half yelling.

“I don’t need your permission for that. Besides, he was always hard when he hit this.”

“Goodbye, Shaquonda, or whatever your name is.”

“My name is Sha-nay-nay.”

I let out a single serious chuckle. “I knew it. Ghetto Queen.” I clicked off the phone.

“Oh, Papi will stay in jail, that’s for sure. Hoochie can
basa mi cuda
for all I care,” I said out loud, slapping my own butt with one hand. I then guzzled the remaining wine and forced a swallow. “I don’t give a shit.”

A shattering crash of breaking glass sounded as my empty wine bottle met the kitchen wall. The cordless landed with a thud and then a crash, cracking into three pieces as it met the kitchen cabinet. My ass met the dining room chair as I covered my eyes and screamed up toward the ceiling. “Why? Shake it off, Salina. You can handle this. You don’t need his sorry butt anyway.” I sat back and reluctantly remembered.

I’ve been married to Tom Woodard for six years, since straight out of college. He was one
pretty-ass ex-quarterback white boy, I’ll give him that much. He never went any direction other than white back then, but I straight turned him out for real. I brought it on, sucking him down and fucking him up the right way.

And now, he has the nerve to be out there doing a hood rat sister and then get mad at me. Hell no, his butt is staying right where it is. Here I was dealing with my desire for a black man, feeling all guilty and shit, and he went off and got him a black woman, and a down-home ignorant one at that. Ain’t that some bull?

Fool was always cock-blocking though, even back in college. I had a thing for this fine-ass, chocolate triathlete named Richard, but the women loved to call him Dick. Dick Perkins. I snuck away from Tom one weekend, and I’ll be damned if Dick Perkins didn’t get me hooked. He could fling that caramel dick like he could fling the very shot put he’d received a scholarship for. Tom showed up and pulled me away by my hair. Fool even threatened to kill Dick back then, so I had no choice but to let Dick go. By then, Tom and I were engaged, twenty thousand dollars into my mom and dad’s pocket. But, I never forgot about what that shit felt like when Dick was all up in me. It was soulful and deep and nasty and intense, just like a porno flick. Black dick is a motherfucker.

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.

S
alina 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, Papi, 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.

M
y 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.