Nervous (18 page)

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I seriously needed to relieve some stress. This was just getting to be too much. I had seen a late night infomercial for an online dating service several times, after returning to Jon’s apartment from a fuck hunt.

I sat down at Jon’s computer and signed on to her account. The computer was slow as shit because she refused to get a DSL line or a cable modem. I clicked on the internet and signed on to my free account that she knew nothing about. My latest screen name was DurtyDeedz.

I made a quick stop by Blackgentlemen.com to see if any new bachelors had been added. All I could say was, “My, oh my!” The commercials for the website are what motivated me to check it out. I was shocked to see the way it was laid out. It was a free site, but I didn’t want to join. I rather decided to tour the site as a guest. They had me check two boxes; one telling my sex and the other telling which sex I was searching for. I checked female and then male and hit continue. Then they asked if I just wanted to hang out and meet people, seek out a committed relationship, or just try something wild and freaky. Of course, I chose the wild and freaky button. It then asked me what age group I was interested in, what my zip code was, and what my sexual interests were. I entered 30344 as my zip code and selected the domination and submission button. What the fuck!

I was surprised to see a ton of matches come up with pictures included on the site. Now being on a bachelor or bachelorette site is one thing, but being on a site and announcing to the world that you are into domination and submission is another thing altogether. It was cool by me because it just made me hornier to know I wasn’t the only freak of the week. The real trip was the fact that at least half of them were married. It’s a small world and I could imagine the beatdown some of them must have gotten when their wives, or worse, one of their wives’ friends spotted the ad and then spread the word to all the other friends, associates, and family members.

I scanned the ads, mostly checking out the pictures, since most of them were jacked up and easy to eliminate. I finally spotted a thirty-nine-year-old male named DickinUDown. He said he was five-eleven with a muscular body and that he didn’t smoke but he drank sociably. He also said that he was open to conventional sex, sex with a couple, sex with no intercourse, and domination and submission.

He was looking kind of fly in his picture, even though it was sort of blurry. I decided to email him and get straight to the motherfucking point.

I stayed online but went to the kitchen to fix something to eat. There wasn’t a damn thing in there. I went through Jon’s purse to see if she had any cash and there was nothing so I hit up her reserve that she kept hidden in a sock in her lingerie drawer.

I got a twenty out and then called the closest pizza place to request a delivery. I wanted a pizza with all the red meat they could find on it. While I waited for the pizza, I turned on
Jerry Springer.
That’s my motherfucker right there. If they ever try to take Jerry off the air, I’m putting my foot to someone’s ass.

I had just sat down when the email chime went off on the computer. I got back up and went to read it.

Humph, he was beginning to sound like he was full of shit. I talked a lot of junk but I could back my shit up. I wasn’t so sure about him, but what the hell. Might as well find out. I responded right away.

I glanced at the time in the right-hand bottom corner of Jon’s computer screen and realized the pizza place was getting dangerously close to their thirty-minute guaranteed delivery time. Shit, free pizza is even better than good pizza.

With a mere two minutes left, there was a knock at the door. As I went to open it, I said, “Shit!” After I opened the door, I said, “Triple shit!”

The brother standing there in front of the doorway was just that: fine as triple shit. He was tall, dark, clean-shaven, and had lips to die for.

He just stared at me for a second, checking me out. I spun around and poked my ass out at him so he could get a better look.

“Do you like what you see?” I asked him.

“Uh, yeah, I love what I see,” he responded hesitantly. “Um, here’s your pizza.”

“Could you be a sweetheart and bring it inside for me?” I grabbed my right wrist. “I have that darn carpal tunnel syndrome, fooling around with that computer mouse and all.”

“Sure, I can bring it in,” he replied.

“Thanks.” He followed me into the dining room. “You can just sit it down right here on the table.”

“No problem.” He looked at the receipt taped to the side of the box. “That’ll be sixteen-fifty.”

I had tucked the twenty into my bra. Instead of reaching down to get it inconspicuously, I put on a show. I unbuttoned the shirt I had on and exposed my bra, then whipped out my titty so he could see my nipple and took out the money. I handed it to him, without covering myself up. “Here you go. Keep the change.”

He licked his sexy-ass lips. “Thanks.”

I started squeezing his arm. “You look like you work out. Do you?”

“Whenever I get a chance.”

“You work out at home or at the gym?”

“Mostly at home but sometimes I go to the gym.”

“Which one?” I asked.

“The Body Sculpture.”

“Oh yeah, I’ve heard of it.” I licked my lips back at him. “Do all the men who work out there look as fine as you? If so, I might need to start hanging out there.”

He blushed. “Um, I’m not sure. I’m not one to check out other men.”

“So you don’t know if they’re as well-hung as you, then?”

“What makes you think I’m well-hung?” he asked me.

“Just an assumption. You seem like the type of man that would have major holdings.” I slid my hand down his arm and onto his crotch. “Oh yeah, my assumption was right.”

He started laughing. “This is wild!”

“Do you have other deliveries to make?”

He nodded. “Yeah, but they won’t give them to me until I get back to the shop.” He looked at his watch. “I should really get going.”

I stood on my toes and nibbled gently on his chin. “Couldn’t you tell them you had car trouble or something?”

He lowered his mouth onto mine and darted his tongue into my mouth. “I suppose I could do that, if I had the right motivation to do so.”

“Well, then, let me give you some motivation.”

I sat down on a dining-room chair and started unzipping his pants. He looked like he could split bricks with his dick when I took it out.

“Um, chocolate on a stick, my favorite,” I said. I remembered seeing some whipped cream in Jon’s refrigerator. “Sit down on the table. I’ll be right back.”

When I came back, he was completely nude and spread-eagle on the dining-room table.

“Now that’s what I’m talking about,” I said. I squeezed some whipped cream on the head of his dick. “Feed Momma the dick.”

I took my time licking the whipped cream off his dick as he moaned and groaned. Then I deep-throated him until he exploded in my mouth.

“Mighty tasty,” I commented afterward.

“Glad you liked it,” he replied.

I took off my clothes and climbed onto the table from the opposite direction, placing my pussy over his face while I took his dick into my mouth again. We sucked on each other for a while and then I moved down, smearing my pussy juice over his chest and abdomen. I climbed on top of him backward and sat on his dick. As I rode him, it sounded like someone slurping up a thick milkshake through a straw.

Once I had my way with him, I told him, “You can get dressed now.”

He agreed, after peeping his watch. “Yeah, I better go. But listen, I get off at eleven. Want me to come back?”

“No, I have plans,” I answered.

“Well, what about tomorrow sometime?”

“I have plans then, too. And before you ask, I have plans the day after that and the day after that.” I wanted to make sure he got the hint so I added, “In fact, I have plans for the rest of my natural life.”

He shook his head as he put on his clothes. “Damn, you don’t have to be that cold.”

“Let’s just keep it simple. You came over here, we were attracted to each other, we explored it, and now it’s over. You can go back to delivering pizza and I can finally eat mine.”

He had the audacity to cop an attitude with me. “Okay, whatever. I’m used to whores like you.”

I smirked at him. “Let yourself out. I have to go take a shower. Whores like me keep busy schedules. I have to go get ready for my next fuck of the night.”

I left him standing there looking stupid, the little hound dog.

I debated about keeping my appointment with DickinUDown. I had already met my dick quotient for the day. Then again, he was into domination and submission and that was a huge turn-on. I stopped by an adult shop and picked up some items, then headed over to the Paradise U.S.A. motel.

I waited for more than thirty minutes for him to show up and was about to leave when I spotted a raggedy car pulling into the lot. It was so raggedy, I couldn’t even tell the make and model of the vehicle. A man got out the car who looked nothing like the photo on the dating site. Big surprise, huh?

Something just told me it was him. I sighed and shook my head. I watched him stand there, scanning the parking lot nervously for a while and then I got out of Jon’s car. “Dickin? Is that you?” I asked.

“Yeah, it’s me!” he yelled in response.

He came closer to me and I almost hurled. First off, he was anorexic. Secondly, he looked more like fifty-nine than thirty-nine. Thirdly, his ass was reeking and I picked up on that in the breeze when he got within twenty feet of me.

I was pissed. This motherfucker was about to learn a valuable lesson about lying to people on the internet.

“Damn, you are fine and freaky with a fat ass,” he said after he was all up on me.

“Why don’t you just shut up and go pay for a room?” I folded my arms in front of me and leaned on the side of Jon’s car. “I don’t have all night.”

He cleared his throat. “I thought you were paying for the room. You invited me.”

I rolled my eyes at him. “I’m out of here.”

He grabbed my arm. “No, wait. I got you. I got this. Just give me a minute to get my debit card out my car.”

I didn’t respond. I just watched him retrieve his card, go into the motel office, and walk back out a few minutes later with a key.

I got my shopping bag out of Jon’s trunk and met him in front of Room 112. Once we were inside, I handcuffed his ass, gagged him, put a leather hood over his head, broke out my flogger and tore his ass up. His stupid ass asked me if I wanted to fuck him afterward.

I leaned over and whispered in his ear, “Update that damn picture on the internet. If you don’t, the next sister might not be so nice.” I gathered my things together and left. I still had time to catch the late night episode of Jerry.