I ring her bell twice and stand off to the side, waiting for her to come to the door.
She appears almost instantly, opening the screen door with a Colgate smile. “Hey, baby.” She throws her petite arms around my neck and embraces me. She then gives me a quick kiss on the lips. I have to step back and admire her rawness; there’s no shame in her game—coming to the door in a pair of lacy, boy-shorts and a T-shirt so scanty that it barely covers her tits. “You like?” she asks throwing herself into a quick pose for me to admire.
“Yeah, I love how you get down,” I reply.
“You gonna stand out here and drool, or come inside and handle your business?”
“What you think?” She playfully pulls me by my shirt into the doorway and drags my ass down the steps to her place.
Latish is a freak on a level that most niggahs can’t handle. Like I said before, she never says no to the dick. Even on her period, she wants to fuck a niggah, but running red lights ain’t my thing. She’s got every sex toy imaginable locked away in her bedroom closet. I mean, she even has a swing that hangs down from the ceiling; you strap a bitch in and fuck her as the two of you just swing away...it’s crazy. We tried it once and I have to admit, it was definitely an experience I’ll never forget.
Latish and I started fucking a few days after Shana and I broke up. But to be honest, we’ve had a few affairs even when Shana and I were together. Of course she knew about Shana at the time, but she didn’t care; the dick was too good to her and she wasn’t trying to give it up, despite her friendship with my ex-girlfriend.
I hear a song by Jagged Edge. The lyrics of Promise blast from the six speakers situated throughout the room. I stand in the center of her living room as she slowly begins unbuttoning my shirt and saturates my neck with slow, pleasing kisses. She pulls my collared shirt down around my shoulder blades, and her lips and tongue go to work on my nipples. I let out a slight moan and grab a handful of her beautiful silky hair.
Latish’s basement apartment is lavishly decorated in imported leather furniture and African décor. She definitely has taste. Her dark-skinned complexion, well-toned body and full, glossy lips give her the appearance of an African beauty.
Latish slowly removes my shirt and continues to kiss my body passionately. She gradually makes her way down to my crotch area, and she gets down on her knees and begins undoing the zipper to my jeans. I watch her reach into my pants and pull out my dick.
“Ooh, baby, dat’s what I’m talkin’ about,” she purrs while smiling up at me. She gently strokes my hard-on, teasing me.
She kisses around the tip of my dick, and then she slowly places it on her tongue. I let out a slight moan.
“Stop teasing me and suck my dick already,” I say impatiently.
Latish continues to smile, gripping my erection in her hand. The bitch can be such a tease with the dick until it gets to a point where you become annoyed. But once she puts your dick in her mouth, it’s a wrap. She can suck a dick so long and strong that she can make a niggah’s forehead cave in.
“I thought you liked being teased, baby,” she says stroking my shaft tenderly in her soft grip.
“I do, but damn, you know how you do, baby.” She lets out a slight laugh. And then she leans forward and devours my dick, causing me to gasp and clench her shoulders. I look down at the top of her head and watch her bob back and forth, her strong jaw going to work on my shit.
“Aaaaaahhh…damn…oooh, Latish…shit,” I cry out. My jeans are down around my ankles as I stand in the center of her living room, getting my blowjob on. Not once does Shana come to mind. “Yo, I need to sit down,” I tell her, feeling my knees buckling.
I carefully back-step toward the couch, my jeans still around my ankles with Latish in tow—still on her knees and still holding my dick in her hand. I plop down on her couch and step out of my pants. Latish positions herself on her soft, leather couch and starts kissing my nipples. She slowly slides her way down to my stomach, back toward my shaft again. I grunt and throw my head back as I grip a handful of her smooth, black hair. Her exceptional blowjob goes on for at least twenty minutes, and I have to fight to keep from cumming in her mouth like I did the past few times. But Latish loves it when a niggah comes in her mouth; she becomes more aggressive, a fuckin’ freak.
Shortly after my blowjob, Latish stands up and comes out of her boy-shorts, but she keeps on her scanty T-shirt. Her pubic hair is cut very low and trimmed nicely. And her apple bottom ass makes a niggah want to fuck her in the butt—which, mind you, I’ve done many times before.
She walks back over to me, leans forward and starts to tongue kiss me wildly, while simultaneously jerking me off. Our lust for one another is intense. I pant loudly, feeling the need to explode inside her. “You ready for this pussy?” she whispers in my ear before nibbling at the lobe.
“I wanna fuck you!” I say with intensity.
“Take it, Jakim!” She presses her body against mine and starts to mount me.
“Shit!” I shout.
“What’s wrong, baby?”
“I forgot da condoms in the car.”
“Oh, word? Don’t worry about dat, baby. I wanna feel dat dick raw in me anyway.”
“Yeah, but—”
“C’mon, baby, touch me. Feel how wet I am for you,” she says, taking my hand and placing it between her bare thighs. I feel her sweet juices flowing onto my hand. She’s definitely wet. I stick my index finger deep into her pulsating pussy. I begin finger-popping her gently, and she begins to moan. This action goes on for about a minute until I can’t take it anymore. I remove my finger from inside her and grip my hard dick in my hand. Latish slowly moves her lower half onto my erection, straddling me on the couch. H-Town’s Knockin’ Da Boots plays faintly in the background. I grip her hips as she rocks back and forth against my lap. She throws her arms around me and cries out in ecstasy.
Sweat profusely escapes from our pores as we touch, rub, grind and fuck the shit out of each other. We assume position after position, from missionary to straight up doggystyle until we just can’t fuck anymore. We lay motionless on her living room floor. My body feels numb and exhausted. But this was worth it. I’ve definitely released some stress with Latish tonight. I breathe heavily and stare up at the ceiling, lying nude with her next to me. “You okay, baby?” she asks, her hand gently moving up and down my chest, tickling me a little.
“Yeah, I’m good,” I reply. We continue to lie around her apartment until she gets up to use the bathroom. I watch that ass jiggle as she sashays down the hallway. I’m feeling a little excitement down below again. But enough is enough; she’s about to kill a niggah with all the fuckin’ we’re doing.
I look at the time. It’s twenty minutes past nine, time for me to go. I get up off the floor and pick up my clothing, which is scattered all around the room. I start to get dressed. Latish, still naked, comes out of the bathroom. “You leaving me already?”
“Yeah, I got things to do,” I say.
“I want you to spend the night with me.”
“Next time, love.”
She sucks her teeth, plops her naked ass on the couch and crosses
