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  “Damn, I’m sorry, baby. Charge it to my head and not my heart.” He gave me those innocent puppy eyes and all was forgiven. It was an honest mistake.

  “The name’s Jackie,” I said. “And after tonight, you’ll be reciting it in your sleep.”

  “Like that, huh?”

  “I can show you better than I can tell you, pretty boy.”

  I grabbed him by his dick and led him onto the balcony. He had an incredible view of the Dallas skyline, which would serve as the perfect backdrop for what all I had in mind. I walked over to the ledge and took a look down.

  “You ain’t thinking about jumping now, are you?”

  The nice cool breeze fondled my nakedness. I walked over to him, placed my hands around his neck and whispered, “I want a standing ovation.” He appeared lost by my last comment.

  His eyebrows folded in. “A standing ovation?” he teetered. “What the hell is that?”

  I smiled at the youngster and replied, “I want you to stand up in this pussy.” He flashed a knowing smile and without saying another word, he picked me up. He positioned his hands underneath my cheeks and slowly eased me onto his shaft.

  I slid my tongue over my teeth. I could still taste his precum. Sensual moans lifted off the back of my throat as I received his entire offering. It was pleasure and pain being delivered all at once as he climbed my mountaintop. My breasts became the center of his attention as he rested his head between them. After grinding inside of me and making me cum all over him, he took two steps forward. When I felt my back up against the cold, wooden ledge, I tilted my head and looked up into the pitch-black sky.

  I had never made love outside and the rush it gave me had my insides twisting. I started to moan even louder, hoping his neighbors could hear us. He palmed my neck, slightly squeezing before aggressively pumping my oil well.

  “Harder!” I coached along. “If you’re gonna fuck me, at least make it memorable!” That must have hit a nerve because he slammed that dick inside of me like a bulldozer. Shortly after, like two ticking time bombs, we exploded over one another.

  I came back to my feet and walked back inside to retrieve my clothes.

  “Where you going?” he asked, breathing heavy.

  “Home.”

  “Home?”

  “I have church in the morning.” He gave me a look. “What? Is that a problem for you?” I quickly dressed.

  He stared at me dumbfounded. “I’m going to leave that one alone.”

  “Don’t judge me,” I shot on the defense.

  He walked over to the couch and flopped down on it.

  “So when will I see you again?” he asked.

  I slipped on my shoes, grabbed my purse and smiled. “When I need another refill, trust me, you’ll be the first to know.” I blew him a kiss and walked right out the door.

  By the time I got in my car and started the engine, I had a text message from an unknown number come through my phone. It read:

  Welcome to the next generation. Access granted.

  SHALISE

  MOTEL LOVERS

  There I lay completely naked and sprawled across a borrowed king-sized bed, ready to slay the first dick in sight. I was inside of a rather old, sooty motel room that resembled every inner-city motel dump where I had ever gotten my freak on. It was all we could really afford. Well, all my cheapskate husband was willing to pay for, because the truth was, my man had major bank. He was just cheap as hell when he didn’t have to be. He was still rolling in dough from when his former wife died and also collecting retirement from his government job until the day he died. So by no means were we broke, but we acted broke.

  My eyes scanned the room and all I could think about was how this motel could use a few upgrades. There was nothing exciting about it other than the pleasure I created right in this bed. We came here often, usually had the same room, but I think it was about time we changed the scenery. The décor was a tacky hellafied combination of mauve, green, and brown. The paint that attempted to cover the smoke-damaged walls was starting to chip, and the cheap floral wallpaper plastered around the border had begun to discolor and peel at the corners. Again, nothing glamorous. But what did I expect when we were only paying by the hour. Or shall I say by the nut.

  A piquant aroma produced from hot and sweaty one-hour-long sex, my lover’s masculine cologne, and my imitation Chanel fragrance, clung to the dingy and cheap recycled cotton sheets. The love funk temporarily disguised the old stuffy room odor, which resulted from musty carpeting, dirty draperies, and an old pissy, cum-stained mattress. It was horrible. Degrading. But I was horny, desperate, and while I had caviar taste, my sexual expenditures had to be consolidated and remunerated from a beer budget. It was a sacrifice I was willing to make in order to explore my lascivious spontaneities.

  I relied on my young motel lovers the same way I relied on my heart to pump. I was infatuated with the very idea of sex and the illicit fantasies that crawled in and out of my dreams. Bottom line…I liked to fuck! I wasn’t always this way. Being a chubby girl in high school and all of my adult life kept me in a closed box. I was too embarrassed about my weight to ever approach the opposite sex, and when I did work up the nerve, they would laugh at me. It was no wonder I walked around feeling insecure. But all that changed when I met David. I discovered what had always been a part of me. I was a straight-up freak with whorish tendencies.

  While I was somewhat exhausted from my last motel lover, slash my sweet chocolate dip, my heated pussy on the other hand was steadily throbbing and tingling for more penetration, assuring me that we were nowhere near the finish line. See, I was used to getting my pussy pounded and my back blown out. That was as routine as washing my face and brushing my teeth. Hell, and since I’m really keeping it real, I’ll admit that I was even used to a little backdoor action from time to time. Throw me some K-Y Jelly and I’d bend it over and let him knock it out the park, Barry Bonds style!

  Now for the record, a true freak like me had no time restraints or sexual limitations when it came to getting her kitty waxed. That’s why in my bedroom, anything goes. So one could understand why it was hard for my whining pussy to accept the sudden intermission. It couldn’t care less about Lucky having to work late at McDonald’s or the fact that he was borrowing his mom’s car just to come tap this ass tonight. When he stepped onto my turf, he knew that he had a duty to uphold, a mission to accomplish, and a purpose to fulfill. So best believe, I had a good mind to fire his country-talking ass right after I got my nut, regardless of the fact that I knew he needed the extra money to put himself through school.

  I slowly rolled over to my left side, slid out of the bed, and blindly slipped into my red heels. I felt beautiful and worth a million bucks sauntering around in the designer shoes that I had purchased the day before.

  I balanced myself as I walked directly over to the air conditioner unit, my voluptuous, oily brown ass jiggling every step of the way. I gradually bent down, lifted the top, and cranked it up another notch.

  “I hope Lucky doesn’t show up late like he did last week,” I said finally, breaking the awkward silence resting in the room, although it was something I had grown to expect after my therapy sessions. I began finger-combing my tousled fourteen-inch hair weave as I walked around the tiny space. “Hell, he’s on our schedule,” I hissed.

  As I headed for the mirror and sink so that I could freshen my pussy and touch up my makeup before my next gigolo arrived, my husband, David, gently grabbed me by the elbow and pulled me into his warm embrace.

  “You know how much I love you, right?” David stared dead into my eyes. A pleasant smile creased my lips. This was the part where I had to babysit his feelings and reassure him that I loved him just as much. Nothing had changed. My husband took extreme pleasure in watching me have sex with younger men, but he often felt frustrated about not being able to join us.

  I licked my lips and sucked in a short breath of air before exhaling.

  “Baby, I know you love
me,” I replied, kissing him on those succulent black lips of his. I detached the arms of his wheelchair before wrapping my hands loosely around his neck and straddling him. For a fifty-seven-year-old handicapped man, David cleaned up nicely. He kept his salt-and-pepper hair cut low and facial hairs trimmed, and he always dressed to impress—of course with the help of his day nurse or myself. His dark aging skin was soft to the touch. He even worked out on a regular basis at the rehab center where I took him for his weekly fitness classes. Another thing I loved about the man was that he never judged me. He accepted me for who I was. Big girl and all. My confidence grew immensely once he became part of my life. He would always tell me how beautiful I was and how I had the best voice he’d ever heard. I didn’t believe him right away, but when he said I would put Mariah Carey to shame, I knew this man had to know what he was talking about. He believed in me and my gifts. Had even offered to sponsor my first album, but I was already in my mid-forties; what did I look like trying to get in the music business now? I was eleven years younger than him with smooth blackberry skin, deep-set brown eyes, short black hair and a curvaceous, size-26 body. He knew as well as I did that he was getting the best of many worlds. Plus, I knew how to skin a dick with no hands—a double bonus!

  My David was the smartest, charismatic man I had ever met in my entire life. He amazed me with his intellect, and the more I got to know him, the deeper I fell in love. We met at Benderfield’s Rehabilitation and Retirement Home, my former place of employment and his residence at the time. It was a late November night. While I should have been working and at the aid of my other patients, I was too busy in David’s room giving him the blowjob of his life. Needless to say, one of the nurses on my shift caught me red-handed with my mouth stuffed. She reported me to management and I was fired on the spot. I still don’t know what came over me that night and why I felt so comfortable releasing my inner freak with David.

  Before that day, I had never jeopardized my job, but it was something about him that made me feel so alive and free. Besides that, we were compatible and enjoyed each other’s company. Being married for only nine months and eleven days, we still had a lot to learn about each other. We were still getting to know each other as well, and while I tried my best to look past his crippling multiple sclerosis, it was the main reason David agreed to a third party, or shall I say parties. For the past three months, seeing other men had become our Saturday night ritual. It was no different than us enjoying a flick together. He had his good days and his bad days, but lately there were more bad days. It was times he couldn’t even get out of bed or walk. When I married him, I chose to accept him and his condition and he understood and accepted my insatiable appetite for sex. The greatest part of our marriage was that we loved each other enough to compromise.

  David wanted to do whatever made me happy, but most importantly, he wanted to do whatever kept me satisfied in the intimacy department. There was no way sex could ruin our perfect marriage.

  As our talented tongues began to salsa, I carefully unzipped his jeans. I could feel the excitement pressing up against my bare ass as it leaped from his briefs. I interrupted our little love dance long enough to make a saliva pool out of my right palm, allowing me to lubricate him the old-fashioned way.

  Following my lead, David placed his large arthritic hands on my wide hips while his full-grown dick cried out to me. I cradled it and began stroking him up and down, occasionally running my thumb across the split of the head. Our lips reconnected as I allowed him the pleasure of having me all to himself—at least for that moment. My starving and impatient pussy began to melt as it beckoned for attention, turning up the heat between my already pasty thighs. I dragged my left hand from around his neck and escorted it to my botanical garden. It was so wet that I couldn’t help but moan as I glided not one, but two fingers inside my warmth. I was working with limited space but multitasking with one hand around his dick, the other in my pussy, and my tongue down his throat.

  “Damn, baby,” David let out barely. Sweat permeated his forehead and I could feel his heart pumping through his chest.

  “Ooooh, I’m so wet, daddy,” I sang over and over in his ears. I pushed my fingers further inside my pussy, deepening my strokes, and pleasing myself in ways that my husband never could. While I had finger-fucking myself down to a science, I wanted this intimate moment with my man to last for as long as it possibly could. I eased my fingers out of my wetness and climbed on top of his dick. It eased inside of me effortlessly. I worked my hips in slow motion and gradually increased my rhythm. I drove my candy-coated fingers down the side of his face and over his lips. He pulled them into his mouth, one at a time, sucking off my sweet nectar. I proceeded to ride him like I would Lucky’s dick later.

  David worked up enough strength to assist me along the way and began massaging my left nipple as he nibbled on the right. He loved my chocolatey DDD delights just as much as the next man, and he showed his appreciation by spending quality time with each one. My head almost fell off my shoulders as I bounced up and down on his lap like a cowgirl in a Texas rodeo show.

  “Shit!” I yelled, riding the hell out of him. His lips fell against mine and his tongue straddled me. “Fuck this pussy!” I yelled. “Make me cum, baby!”

  “Give that nutty nut to me, sweet thang. Show papa what all you got.”

  “I’m about to cum!” I could feel my orgasm floating along the edge. David grabbed both of my ass cheeks as best he could and gave them a soft squeeze.

  “This is my pussy right here!” he declared, spanking me a second time. “Tell me it’s mine!” he fired back in his husky baritone voice. That shit turned me on like something never imagined.

  With my lips curled and my face contorted, “It’s all yours!” I managed, telling him whatever he needed to hear to help him rest better at night. Especially since it was obvious it wasn’t all his. I rocked harder, faster. I bucked my hips wildly, throwing my pussy back and forth against him in heavy strokes. I was nearing my peak. “I’m cumming, baby!” I screamed just before my body began to tremble and my violent rains poured down on him like a tsunami.

  “Arghhhhhhhh…” he groaned, cumming inside of me.

  I bit down on his bottom lip and tried catching my breath. I kissed him and placed my hands on the sides of his face. “I love you, baby.”

  “And I will always love you,” he said, kissing me.

  “Let me get you cleaned up, baby,” I said, easing off of him. I readjusted his legs and placed the chair arms back on.

  After giving him a quick wash-up, I jumped in the shower and prepared for the rest of that night’s events. No matter how much he enjoyed watching me be pleased by younger men, I knew it also hurt him to accept that he could never compete with men much younger, stronger and better performing than him. It had to do something to a man’s ego. Had to.

  Yet he pretended that all was okay and that he was enjoying our sex life just as much as I was. I often questioned if I was being selfish, wondering if I had a right to be doing this? Was I taking advantage of the fact that my husband was crippled? I tried not to answer that and instead focused on my needs, that unfortunately, my husband couldn’t meet on his own.

  As I stepped out of the shower, I heard a quiet knock at the door. Me and my dripping pussy were ready for another round.

  • • •

  I greeted Lucky butt-ass naked by the third knock. It was the moment I had been waiting for and I’m sure he could tell it by the seductive look I gave him. My eyes smiled as I traveled every inch of his tall, lean, muscular physique, while my pussy on the other hand did jumping jacks. That’s how excited we were to see him. The man was cut like a loaf of bread and had smooth brown skin and long wavy hair that he kept slicked back into a ponytail. The new bling in his ear and on his wrist made me wonder if perhaps he’d gotten a pay raise at McDonald’s.

  “I hope you didn’t start the party without me,” Lucky said, grabbing his profile in a teasing manner.

  “
Of course we did.” I chuckled. “But you’re just in time for some cake.” I took him by the hand and escorted him inside the room. He acknowledged my husband with a respectful head nod gesture and followed my lead. With the lights dimmed and my husband sitting front-row seat, the mood was set. I didn’t like to waste time talking so when Lucky opened his mouth to speak again, I silenced him by placing my index finger over his lips. Hell, he knew the routine. It was time to fuck!

  “Save your energy, baby, because you’re gonna need it,” I warned.

  Lucky licked the anticipation from his full mahogany lips and began stripping out of his wife beater and gym shorts. His eyes never left my body and for good reason. I positioned myself on all fours and commenced to brush my hand over my juicy brown derrière. I allowed him to examine me from behind. To see this pussy, inhale this pussy, then taste this pussy! He planted sensual kisses across my cheeks before sliding his index finger against my arousal.

  “Ummmm,” I moaned.

  “Get that pussy wet for a G like me,” he ordered.

  I wiggled my huge ass a little and let it bounce around like Jell-O.

  “Hell yeah. That’s what I’m talking about.”

  He lowered his face toward my ass and wrapped his lips around my chocolate cherry. Like a slithering snake, his wicked tongue began to baptize my clit, over and over again.

  “Just like that,” I moaned, staring up at my husband as Lucky served me up from behind. David’s blank expression left me wondering what he might have been thinking, but his attention never wavered. We became one again and no one else was in that motel room but me and my loving husband. And in that brief, desperate moment, I imagined that it was him eating my pussy instead of Lucky.

  I pictured David and I posed naked in the sixty-nine position on a bed of blooming lilies, bathing each other with our tongues under the golden morning sunlight as a jealous breeze swept over our naked intertwined bodies. I could almost feel the stiffness of his long unforgiving tongue stroking me like a long and thick hard dick, yet massaging me like a feather. I would scream to the top of my lungs for mercy, only to have my words translated into a welcoming of continuous oral punishment. Submerged in his good loving, I showered his face while in turn swallowing the velvety texture spilling into my mouth.