A few minutes later, I was off to the local store. The thong felt uncomfortable at first but eventually I got used to walking in it, no longer heeding the impulse to pull it out of my butt crack. The fabric felt nice against my asshole... my pussy. It even made feel excited as I walked the street towards the store, wondering if people on the streets would be interested to know about the choice of underwear underneath my jeans. It made me feel a little paranoid.
There was some nearby hooting and hollering from a gang of local youths hanging out on the street... I wondered if they were calling out to me. Probably not -- I had seen them around before. But my mind entertained the idea.
I wonder if the store clerk, a middle aged black man with glasses and gangly frame knew that the person he was selling to was a thong-wearing slut. There was quite a few people in the store -- I wondered if they had an inkling what I was. Did I notice a few of them looking at me?
On the way back, I deliberately walked close to the gang of locals who were sitting on one of the apartment steps, about six of them, dressed in the typical street attire of hooded, heavy jackets, baggy jeans, and timberlands. They paid me no attention though, confirming that I had been paranoid about their previous catcalling. Still the urge was strong and primal... what if I showed them my ass?
You should show them that you're a slut, Rio. Why don't you say 'wassup'? talk to them... offer them some ass. You're dying to let them know how much of a slut you are and that you'd let them fuck you right here on the street. Why don't you drop your jeans and flash them your sexy little thong? Get them excited to grab at you, tear into your pussy.
But I didn't do any of that, instead hurrying on back home before they could enquire why I was lingering so near them.
***
As instructed, I fried Jermaine some chicken steaks and some greens. A nice bottle of red wine wasn't the only accompaniment -- Jermaine asked if I'd like to join him for dinner. But when I approached, he showed me the wooden floor beneath the table.
I looked at him in confusion.
"I've always wanted my dick sucked by a bitch while eating a home cooked meal. And I want to see that thong. Take off the rest of your clothes."
I should have rebuffed him but I didn't. As he sat down to eat, I slid my jeans off, undressing on the spot in the kitchen. He stared at me intensely, his legs spread as I approached him. The intention of his expression was clear -- I dropped to my knees and crawled the remaining feet until I was between his legs. I started to unbuckle his jeans.
"No objection to me calling you a bitch, huh?" as his erection popped up out of his crotch.
"Based on what you've done to me over the last week or so, calling me a bitch is nothing," I reasoned. But I got a slight smack to the face for my sass.
"Less talking, more sucking. Don't want hear you speaking until I've finished eating!"
So that was how he enjoyed his dinner, with me in between his legs, my mouth wrapped around his dick. By the time he was finished with his meal, he was hard as a brick, leaking precum mixed with my saliva. "What's for dessert?" Jermaine asked... and then seemed under-enthused when I suggested ice cream. He reached over, his phallus sliding deep into my gullet and grabbed a big handful of my ass and rubbed a finger along my hole... sliding the thong aside.
"Or you can have my pussy for dessert?" I moaned, still on my knees under the table.
"I know that, bitch." He stood up. "Why don't you go freshen up. Come back when you're ready. I want you wearing that thong and the butt plug."
"Yes... thank you!"
As I crawled out from under the table, humiliated but above all excited, Jermaine gave me a playful spank.
***
"Come here... Get on your knees... Put that mouth to work."
Those were the magic words. He was sitting on the couch watching some old football re-runs, music softly playing from the speakers.
Having showered and feeling fresh and clean, I felt re-energized. My arousal was at a fantastic level, purring along nicely in a way that made me aware of what my body desired, from head to toe. Despite having been fucked several times in the last 24 hours, I wanted more of him. I could feel the heat in my loins. In my pussy. Aroused enough to envisage take on another hard fucking. I walked back into the lounge with that renewed confidence and desire, the butt plug snug inside me.
"Go slow... I want it slow," he instructed. I was on my knees, my lips wrapped around Jermaine's manhood, salivating on him, slobbering, pleasuring him.
I happily obliged, slowing down. We had all night. I bobbed and slurped on his massive shaft, moving from the mushroom head, which I would alternatingly smooch and suckle, to the gently curved shaft, which I would slowly swallow and choke on, smothering it with my spit till it leaked down all over his balls. Saliva would build up around his thighs, so I would slurp and lap at it, before smothering my face in his crotch, sucking and licking his balls, feeling yet another load brewing inside them, then sniff them, drawing in the musky air through my nose, indulging on the rich aroma of his scent. It drove me wild. And the occasional groan or moan or word of approval was equally powerful -- like a bolt of lightning straight to my pleasure core.
After a few attempts, I finally managed to deep-throat him. I angled my head to take him in completely, my cheeks bulging, before using my throat muscles to clamp down and draw him in, forcing the hard meat to slide past and into the depths of my neck. I moaned on the phallus as I held him inside me, my face pressed against his abs, stimulating him with my tongue. After a few attempts of doing this, Jermain grabbed me by the back of the head and caught me in a trap -- holding me down for a long time, as I tried to breathe through my nose. The first time he did this, I nearly choked, gasping up for air as my nose and mouth threw up heavy mucus and spit.
"Damn! Look at your sloppy, messy face! Look at you looking disgustingly sexy!"
After a few moments to catch my breath, while staring at his big, beautiful, black, curved dick, sloppy and wet and tumescent, bobbling slightly in a tantalizing way, I reattached my mouth over it and felt his welcoming hand firmly hold my head again. Eventually I was able to do this without lurching.
The more I sucked, the more aroused I got. It was like it was releasing a drug into my bloodstream. The effect on Jermaine was equally palpable, as he grew more and more agitated until he was forcing me to fuck my mouth on his steel hard pipe, his hand gripping my hair. 'Going slow' was now out the window. My body was fire, my plugged hole was puckering wildly.
"Sit on my lap," he said, breaking the routine after a long time of me pleasuring his magnificent pipe.
I straddled myself on him, like a stripper would a client, my thick thighs settled on either side of his as I lay my fat ass on his crotch.
"I'm your bitch, Jermaine," I moaned passionately as our bodies rubbed.
His dick, angry and filled with blood snug between my cheeks. I couldn't control my urges - I leaned in to kiss him - but he craned his head and gave me a hard smack on the ass. I straightened my back, and winced as Jermaine followed it up with several hard smacks. The sting brought me into check. Instead, I felt his mouth nuzzle my left nipple, his warm breath and slick tongue working the hardened teat, his stubble grazing my pecks, sending me into shivers and moans of expressive wantonness. I felt his strong hands squeeze my butt, the thong sliding sideways, as his fingers inched towards my plugged pussy. I felt him move the butt plug and then slowly, yank it out, the action making me whimper and yap loudly.
"Raise your ass," he growled and with his hands helped me up till I felt his dick kiss the outer rim of my gaping hole. "Sit on it." I lowered my ass on his dick, taking him in all the way in one motion, my second hole opening up to him and swallowing his pipe, just like my throat had minutes earlier. "Fuck yes! Bounce on my dick bitch."
As I rode his dick, I moaned loudly and began to play with my dick. He angrily slapped my hand away and told me to keep my hands on butt cheeks, which I did, holding onto them as I helped raised my ass up and down. And with my mouth agape in moaning, he shoved the butt plug into it. "Fuck yourself on my dick bitch... give me that pussy."
