By this time Mike was undressed, and I walked over to him and told him to lay back and relax. Mike followed my instructions and laid on his back. I took the bottle of baby oil from on the nightstand next to the bed and poured some into my hands and rubbed them together before massaging Mike’s chest.
“You are so beautiful,” Mike said. “What nationality are you?”
“Oh, thank you. I’m all black. Parents are from the South.”
I hated all this small talk shit, but I had to do it because that was how I built repeat clientele.
After massaging Mike’s chest, I reached my hands behind me and took hold of his dick and began to stroke it.
“How old are you?”
“Nineteen, just like my Craigslist ad said I was. My birthday is next month. I’ll be twenty on the fifteenth.”
By this time Mike had closed his eyes and had stopped with all the damn questions. His dick was hard, and I was hoping that he hadn’t been drinking, or that he wasn’t one of those dudes who took forever to come.
“Can I kiss you?” Mike asked me.
I smiled and shook my head no. For the life of me, I couldn’t understand why in the hell all of these dirty-ass dudes would want to kiss me. Kissing is part of lovemaking. We’re fucking. Big difference.
“You can touch me, though.” I took Mike’s hand and guided it to my pussy.
He started to rub on my clit, but I wasn’t the slightest bit turned on. I was just thankful that Mike was somewhat handsome, and he smelled good, so those two factors helped me make like I was into it. At the same time I wanted to hurry up and get this shit over with.
I took the condom out of the wrapper, placed it in my mouth, and then I went down on Mike and placed the condom on his dick, using only my mouth.
“I never seen anyone do that in my life!” Mike said as I started sucking his dick.
“I bet I can show you another trick. How do you want it? Me on top? From the back?”
Mike told me he wanted me on top, so I quickly mounted his dick and slid it into my pussy and started riding him. As I rode him, I twisted my hips into him like I was dancing to reggae music, at the same time doing pussy-tightening techniques.
“You feel that?” I asked him.
Mike smiled a big Kool-Aid smile and nodded his head yes.
“You like my pussy, daddy?” I said directly into Mike’s ear.
I leaned toward him and ran my tongue back and forth on his earlobe, while continuing to work my pussy. I could tell Mike was into it and loving my pussy because of the way he grabbed my ass and how hard he started pumping his dick in and out of me.
“Yes, daddy!” I screamed. I still wasn’t into the sex like that, but dudes loved it when I made them feel like they were killing my shit. I had no problem being an actress.
As I continued contracting my pussy on his dick, I could feel he was about to come. I had to encourage him so that we could get this over with.
“You gonna come for me, daddy?”
“Oh yeah!”
“You gonna come in my black pussy? I wanna feel you come, baby.” I knew black pussy was all I needed to say for Mike to pop his cork.
“Uggggh! I’m coming! I’m coming in your fuckin’ black pussy!”
I quickly got up because I never played that shit and let a dude come and then have him all up in my pussy. Anything could happen—a condom could break, come could leak out, anything. I got up and stroked his dick with my hand, so he could get the final effects of any tingling sensations running through his body.
“That was one of the best orgasms I ever had,” Mike said to me as he lay on the bed breathing hard.
I got up from the bed and kissed him on the cheek and smiled. I didn’t want to totally be rude, since I still was working on any tip that he might have wanted to throw my way.
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