Z-Rated (Chocolate Flava 3)

Now, all women have a different taste. Fuck what you heard. Pussy isn’t sweet and it doesn’t taste like chicken. A lot of chicks don’t want to experiment and taste themselves so they get to lying about how sugary their juices taste. If a chick wants to know what her pussy really tastes like, she needs to swipe a finger over her armpits after a minor workout and lick it. That’s what her pussy will taste like, nine times out of ten.

Nadine surprised me. She did taste better than most but, then again, as much as she finger-fucked herself for me on the webcam and sucked her fingers, she had probably decided to step up her game by eating a lot of sweets. I tore into my Bugatti like it was a slice of heaven and hoped my Lamborghini wouldn’t try to track my ass down anytime soon.

I yanked a pillow off the head of the bed and told Nadine, “Turn over.”

She was dazed and confused but managed to flip over as I placed the pillow under her stomach.

I grabbed her ass cheeks roughly and pushed her ass up as I climbed on the bed behind her. “You thought you were going to come over here to the States and pussy-whip me, didn’t you? Opening the door naked like you were running things. I’m the king of this motherfucking castle.”

“You’re the king, Wes,” Nadine blurted out as I buried my face in her ass and pussy.

Within seconds, she was bucking and catching a rhythm with me, pumping that pussy up at me. I grabbed her right ankle and lifted it up while I pressed my left leg against hers. Then I ate her ass good and she was creaming all over my tongue. She must have come three times before I stopped eating and decided to fuck her brains out.

I stood up while she tried to recover, and took off my pants and boxers. She looked over her shoulder. “Damn, it looks even bigger in person.”

“You can handle this dick,” I said. “You come from Jamaica and American women are always bragging on Jamaican dick.”

She propped up on her elbow. “Hell no, that’s a thing of beauty right there!”

“Don’t call my dick beautiful.” I turned her on her back and pushed the pillow up under her head. “Call it handsome.”

Before she could respond, I was already fucking her face. I got on my knees, grabbed her head gently with both hands, and started feeding her all eleven inches. She gagged at first but she got the hang of it.

“That’s right, Nadine. You came to see a man about a horse. Well, giddy up. Suck me dry. I know you want this dick.”

“Um, hmm,” she mumbled.

Now of course, I wasn’t expecting her to devour my entire dick. Even if she’d had her tonsils removed, that shit wasn’t happening, but she got enough of it in to please me. I took her hand and guided it onto my balls. She started squeezing them just right and I felt a nut building up.

“Where do you want me to shoot the first load?” I asked her.

I took the head of my dick out long enough for her to answer, “On my tits.”

Now you’re probably wondering why I never mentioned Nadine’s titties. She had a fat ass and a hefty pussy but her tits were barely more than nipples. Still, if that was where she wanted my cream, there it was going to go.

I stuck my dick back in her mouth and a few minutes later, I announced, “I’m cumming!”

There’s an unwritten code that a man should announce when he’s about to bust a nut. No one ever told us that but if you watch enough pornos, it just catches on. Plus, it gives chicks a warning so they can figure out where they want it. Some swallow, some spit. Some want it on their tits, others on their ass. Some want to hold it in their mouths and snowball. Fuck if I’m down with that nasty shit, though.

I pulled out and let it rip all over Nadine’s chest and she rubbed it in like cocoa butter. Well, so much for me licking over that part of her body, I thought. I’m hitting her shit from the back!

I told Nadine to suck me hard and then I turned her over yet again. I was orchestrating our fuck session like a director at a Broadway play. I had her push up on her palms while I lifted my left knee and pulled her leg over my thigh so it could bend behind my back and then I nailed her.

She screamed when I rammed my shit all up in her pussy and then froze, like I was trying to feel her uterus. I had impaled her ass. I held her there for a moment, her leg suspended in air, giving her a chance to get used to my size. Then I commenced to delivering those 2,418 strokes at varying speeds. A little more than halfway through, around 1,276, Nadine couldn’t take it anymore and collapsed on the bed and just relinquished the pussy to me. I pounded her ass to sleep. I decided to give her a break on the anal action. I didn’t want the front desk to have to call an ambulance for her ass, and I do mean “ass” literally.

• • •

Nadine returned to Jamaica a very happy woman and I married Lisa the following month. Our parents, relatives, and friends doted all over her on our special day and it was all good. We honeymooned in Canada and fucked day and night for ten days straight; we didn’t give a damn about sightseeing.

Winter flooded into New York and it was cold as a mug outside. Lisa and I went to see the lighting of the Christmas tree at Rockefeller Center and then went home to cuddle up for the night.

I couldn’t sleep and went into my home office to browse the Internet. I had grown bored with looking at Nadine play with herself and cut her ass off. I had conquered the pussy; moving on. Much to my surprise, there was an email from the Liberian chick from the elevator that day. I had forgotten all about her.

What’s up, Big Wes? I was wondering if you wanted to hook up. I’ve been fantasizing about that humongous dick I felt through your pants that day on the elevator. I want to get up close and personal with it, if you feel me?

I licked my lips and pondered. I had the Lamborghini in my bed, wearing my ring, and the Bugatti had served its purpose.

I started typing.