“I???ll go wait in the car. Hopefully, we’ll get there in time,” she responded through the door. I heard her huff off down the hall and, a few seconds later, the front door slammed.

I took that opportunity to turn up my speakers and microphone.

“Nadine …” I could feel it about to spurt out and grabbed a golf towel from on top of my set of clubs so I wouldn’t make my typical mess on the screen. Then I stood up and starting jerking off right to the cam, so she could see it. “Come see a man about a horse!

“Awwwww!” I came like a clap of thunder as Nadine giggled with delight. Even her laugh was sexy. “Shit! Look what you do to me,” I said as I caught about a pint of my nut in the towel.

“I wish I could swallow that down the back of my throat.” She touched the screen like she was trying to get ahold of my dick. “What a damn waste.”

“So what day you getting here?” I stuffed my dick back in my sweats. “I need to run. I’m headed to the gym.” It was a lie but I couldn’t say, “Thanks for letting me jerk off to your fat pussy. Now I need to go check out wedding cakes with my fiancée.”

“I’ll be there to ride that horse next Wednesday. Make sure you’re ready for all this.” Nadine spread her pussy lips open so I could get a clear visual of her clit. “I hope you can back all this talk up. I can see the dick is big, but I hope you know how to use it.”

I chuckled. “I’m going to fuck you so hard, you won’t ever want to leave me.”

She grinned. “You might be right.”

I cut off the cam real quick before I started talking too much shit. I didn’t want Nadine catching feelings. It was all about the Bugatti and once I tapped that ass, she could head back to Jamaica and never hear from my ass again.

• • •

I was a pitiful excuse for a man; I’ll admit that. On the day Nadine arrived in New York, I was scheduled to go get a tuxedo fitting with my groomsmen. I told my best man and road dawg, Tony, to cover for me. If Lisa asked him how it went, he was all set to tell her that it went great and the fellas and I decided to go get some beers after the fitting, allowing me to stay out until bar closing time. In the Bronx, that could vary from one a.m. to all night. Matter of fact, Tony and the others did hang out that night, so I later discovered. They went to a new titty bar, though. I wasn’t mad at them. If I didn’t have a booty call waiting for me at the Marriott Marquis in Times Square, I would’ve been right up in there getting some lap dances my damn self.

Women never seem to understand why men go to strip clubs. It’s simple. We can go in there with fifty ones and have a good time, have some titties rubbing up against our noses and some asses clapping in our faces, as opposed to going to a regular bar, looking at sports, and hoping some thirsty chick might suck you off in the men’s room or out in the alley for a few minutes. I’m not complaining about getting head; you can get all that in a titty bar and then some, if you feel like shelling out that dough. No attachments, no pressure to hook up later, no drama.

But fuck all that. I was all about clapping Nadine’s ass cheeks together my damn self while I rammed my billy into her thick, juicy pussy from the back. As I arrived at the hotel and waited for an elevator, I was hoping she had some lube with her and wouldn’t mind some anal. Lisa wasn’t even having that shit … never. I figured I might as well get all my fetishes out my system while my Internet jump-off was in the country.

Damn, you about to nail a chick from another country! I thought, as an elevator finally arrived that I could cram my six-foot-two frame into. I’d never seen a hotel with so many fucking elevators, and yet the average wait was at least five, ten minutes. This exotic-looking babe got on the elevator after me and we were forced to press up against each other because it was so crowded. She had skin the color of henna and these big, sexy-ass eyes. She looked like she was Liberian or Dominican or some shit.

She grinned at me over her shoulder and then, by the time we reached the tenth floor and stopped to let an elderly couple off, she was doing a reach around and feeling up my dick. She must’ve felt the mass on her ass and wanted to see if it was all me.

I whispered in her ear. “Big Wes 6969 at planetzane dot org.”

She giggled and replied, “Liberian Girl 2010 at people dot net.”

Shit, I knew she had that Liberian feel!

She got off at the next stop and now my dick was cramming my pants. I scanned the elevator to see if there was any other potential pussy on board. Naw, all the rest of the chicks looked like they lived in caves. I sighed and pulled some mint breath spray out of my pants pocket. After a couple of squirts, we were finally at my stop.

Nadine was in Room 2418; the number of times I intended to stroke her pussy. I knocked and heard her heavy accent telling me to give her a second. I heard some heels clicking on the floor and then she opened the door, butt-ass naked except for a pair of six-inch stilettos.

I looked her up and down while she stood there with her hands on her hips, staring at the bulge in my pants.

“Nice shoes.” I grabbed her by the throat and rammed my tongue in her mouth. She was all over me, trying to break some damn records yanking my clothes off.

I picked her up, walked over to the bed, and tossed her on it as she pulled my wife beater off. Then I lifted her legs in the air and spread them wide open.

“Damn, look at that fat pussy,” I whispered.

“It’s all for you, Daddy!”

I wasted no time digging right in. I was starving like Marvin.

Fifteen seconds in and Nadine’s thighs were trembling like a contestant on Fear Factor. She had no idea what her ass was in for. I grabbed her left pussy lip into my mouth and sucked on it like a tit. She couldn’t take it and tried to push me away.

“Hell no, you’re not running from this,” I informed her. “You’ve been teasing me with this pussy for months and now it’s all mine. Lie back and let me eat my dinner.” I slapped her on the ass. “Like a good girl.”

Nadine was incoherent and managed to get out a moan while I went back to work. I stuck my tongue in her pussy and pushed it as far up inside her as I could. My tongue isn’t a joke either; it’s longer and thicker than normal. Women love it!

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