Speaker 1: My dad always told me that life begins on the
other side of this. Her thought, what the fuck am
I even doing right now? If you aren't thinking that
every once in a while, then you ain't living. I
don't think me in a freezing studio apartment with my
dick out was what he had in mind. But it
most definitely had me thinking what the fuck am I
even doing right now? The photographer was snapping away, but
this felt less like a photo shoot and more like
a game of endurance.
Speaker 2: Trying have to look so uncomfortable.
Speaker 1: Says the woman wearing a fucking coat. She snapped another picture.
Speaker 2: Than lord of the camera, do you want to stop
and take a break. Nah, let's finish this.
Speaker 1: When we finally did, I put my dick back in
my boxes and redid my pants. Jazz handed me my
turtle nicking socks.
Speaker 3: I really appreciate you helping me bring my fish in
to life.
Speaker 1: Thank you, Eric, I nodded, my teeth chattering too much
to speak. She went around the apartment closing the wide
open windows while I put on my boots. When I
looked up she was she was in front of me,
handing me an envelope. I took it and thanked her.
She walked me to the front door. ORDS couldn't express
how glad I was to be getting out of that
fucking ice box. I grabbed my coat off the rack
as we said our goodbyes, and I was off, my skin,
warming up at the thought of how much heavyer my
pockets were. I went home eight showered, turned off my cellphone,
and went to sleep. I awoke to my house fall
and rigging all the way across the fucking room with
all the anger of a single child free man who
was rarely walking up when I was sleeping. I snatched
the receiver off the hook.
Speaker 3: What Eric, Hey, it's Jasmine.
Speaker 2: Hey, Jasmine, what's up good?
Speaker 1: I glanced at the alarm clock beside my bed when
I am listen.
Speaker 3: I know this is unprofessional, but I was going through
your pictures, editing.
Speaker 2: Them, and the worst thought came to my mind.
Speaker 1: Don't tell me you need me to retake them. I
don't know if I could do another afternoon in that
deep freezer of an apartment. Jasmine, her prolonged silence answered
the question. Look, I was just joking. I can come
back to my around the same time if that works
for you.
Speaker 3: I don't need you to take the pictures there. Actually,
I need you to I need you to come see
me tonight.
Speaker 1: It was my turn to be silent as I recognized
the deepness in her voice, my sense.
Speaker 3: I know this isn't right, but I was going over
the shoe and it.
Speaker 2: Was together with I finished.
Speaker 3: For yeah, it did.
Speaker 1: I rubbed my thigh. Four moments ago. My dicks had
been resting in a relaxed state. Now I would set
my heart as it recognized it was being summoned.
Speaker 2: Tell me what you want to adjustment. I want you,
how do you want me?
Speaker 1: Silence, hold another line, Tell me how you want.
Speaker 3: Me, or.
Speaker 2: You're not getting me. I need you to be very
direct with me.
Speaker 3: I want you inside of me.
Speaker 2: Inside you were.
Speaker 3: Everywhere.
Speaker 1: Her answer was breathing practically a moone like. Her fingers
were ven her clit as she was saying it, I
ain't gonna lie. That declaration had me feeling smug as hell.
No one that had power over this woman was empowering
only because everyone who knew her name and work labeled
her as unattainable. Her sexual photographs were for the public
to devour, but the woman herself was for no man
or no woman to have did my did grab your attention?
I asked, genuinely curious.
Speaker 3: No, it wasn't the dick, it was the man.
Speaker 1: I tried to remember what I might have done to
capt the better. I mean, I had been myself, told
a few jokes, cussed a lot to tell me get
through the cold, but nothing in particular stood out. I
come through, I said, climbing out of bed on two conditions.
Speaker 3: Why are the conditions eric the way?
Speaker 1: She said, My name mad, my dick harder and maybe
for some pepping my stuff. Have the heat on, no
open windows, and be naked when I get there, she
snickered acutely. I knocked on the door and heard Or
walk to me from the hallway, greeting me with a smile,
a smile that I hadn't seen from her before. Her
studio apartment was spacious, the front room mostly occupied by
her camera equipment, lights, and her backdrop. On the other
side of all of that was her fancy ass king
size floor bed that I didn't see earlier. It was
made of purple silk sheets, looking like water in the
dim light. That's where she walked to after letting me
through the front door. I didn't follow her, though, I
was too busy watching her hip switch and her ass
jiggle as she walked across the wood floor. There's something
about seeing a woman the first time after she makes
it known that she wants to fuck you. Everything about
her is different. The way she walks, the way she smiles,
even the way she smelled is different. Jasmine consciously tried
to look and smell good for me, which turned me
on because I know she don't do this for everybody.
When she bent down to get into the bed, the
sight of her pussy lips and part of the ass
cheeks was damnar enough to take me out the game.
I went to the foot of the bed, undressing while
looking down at her. She had already seen me naked,
but I guess this was different. She was biting her
lip and her head cocked up at me like she
was beholding a god. I mean, at least that's how
she had me feeling with the univited attention of her
big brown eyes.
Speaker 2: Gave me.
Speaker 1: Such a pussy, I said, and slowly she parted her
legs and did what I told her to do. Two
fingers went back and forth from her swollen click to
her glits, in the opening. The way it was already leaking.
Her juices made it look like she had been through
around into it as already. She moaned, her breathing quickening
mm hmm, Slow down, baby, don't make yourself come just yet.
Speaker 3: I wanted you to come down here and make me come.
Speaker 1: My clothes were around me on the floor. The only
thing I wore now was a heart on that I
had in my hand. I don't want to give it
to you just yet. I kind of like carrying you back.
She smiled, dimples pears on her cheeks. She laid back,
spreading her pussy lifts with her fingers.
Speaker 2: And acts.
Speaker 3: Rather made me tag.
Speaker 1: And but you take care, I sucked in the breath
she had got me with that one. I joined her
on the bed, replacing her fingers with mine. With that
pussy still spread open, I buried my tongue inside. Needed
to taste that shit. Her juices took my hunger for
her to another level. I mo owned as I closed
my mouth around her clip. Her thighs trembled like speakers
when I started sucking on her.
Speaker 2: Her hips.
Speaker 1: Coming off the bed, I locked down on her, wrapping
my arms around her thighs. She couldn't move much after
that happened to take my tongue lashing and my mouth sucking.
Her nails dragged across my shoulders, only making me I
saw her pussy more. I knew she came with her
thighs locked around my head, but that didn't stop me.
I slid two fingers inside of her. I maintained eye contact,
her eyes as heavy as her voice as I kept
sliding my fingers in and out of her.
Speaker 2: Tell me how bad you want to stick?
Speaker 4: Oh?
Speaker 2: I wanted tell me how bad?
Speaker 3: Something bad.
Speaker 5: I won't be satisfied until I have it.
Speaker 1: I stuck one of her hard nipples into my mouth,
then the other one. I kissed up her body until
my tongue was deep in her mouth, fighting with hers.
That kiss told me just how badly she wanted me.
I took my fingers out and slaid the head of
my dickend. She gasped at the sudden penetration. Her eyes dilated.
Speaker 6: Oh, I thought you said you wanted it. You can't
even enter the too.
Speaker 1: She rotated her hips, hungry for me, so I gave
her some more. Her mouth and eyes were old when
I had every engineer her breaths were coming fast, like
she was overwhelmed.
Speaker 2: Her legs rapping around my waist fuged me.
Speaker 1: I complied, but I didn't stroke her fast and hard
ground to buy her throat that slid and slow and deep.
Watching the face that she made and the sounds that
came from her mouth, her eyes run the back of
her head. After a while, and I was fighting not
to come. Her pussy was soaking water around my deck,
drawing me back in like it had a life of
its own and it didn't want to let me go,
gripping me like she wasn't ready for it. Her body
squeezed me tight as she came.
Speaker 7: Oh, oh, oh shit, I take that dick, Take that dick, bitch,
take dick, you pretty bitch, Come on, dick, Come on
a baby.
Speaker 1: Her mom loud and weeping in my ear her neck
and said sweet nothing that she settled down. I had
to take myself out to keep from coming. I turned
her on her stomach and swattered her ass with my dick.
It was then that I saw her asshole was as
moist as her pussy, spreading her ass oopen.
Speaker 2: I didn't hesitate, rarely getting a fuck a woman in
her ass.
Speaker 1: The tiny hole adjusted easily around my dick, taking the
whole thing in one thrust. I tried to give her
a minute, but she lifted her hips anxiously. I fucked
her ass the opposite way I fucked her pussy. I
went in hard, fucking in the way she gave it
to be fucked. There was something so degrading about anal
sex that it turned me into a fucking beast. She
was gripping, and she's looking back at me. Her face
crunched up as I went in and out of her.
There was no holding myself back. It was too much
fucking excitement, too much stimulation. I saw white as I
finally but my body shut her from the power of
the orgasm. I don't know how long it lasted, but
when my vision returned, balls drained. I had just enough
strength to fall into the bed beside her. I have
been somewhere between sleeping consciousness. When I felt warm, thro
rather throound my dick, I realized she was washing me
with a rag. It felt so good. Tell me something,
I said, weakly, What was it about me that made
you want this? Since you claim it wasn't my dick,
it wasn't, then tell me what it was.
Speaker 5: I just see things beyond the surface. When I was
taking pictures of you.
Speaker 3: It was all in your face, in your body language,
just something that made me want you.
Speaker 2: I wondered what that could have been. I thought I
was stiffer heil in front.
Speaker 3: Of the camera.
Speaker 8: You were, but you were also perfect.
Speaker 2: Perfect.
Speaker 3: Huh.
Speaker 2: How often do you encounter this perfection in people?
Speaker 3: Rarely? That's why I had to have it for myself.
Speaker 1: The last job of the day, the last job of
the day. I kept this at the forefront of my
mind as I walked up the sidewalk. All I had
to do was fix whatever technical issue they were having
with their cable box, probably a user error, and then
I was free to go home to my bottle of hand.
The scene in the newest episode of Holders, the front
door opened, her brother and slice and a button down,
extending his hand to me, what up, my man, Come
on in, let me show you what's going on. He
led me to an extravagant living room, high ceilings and
huge windows, letting me in plenty of sunlight. He was
clearly doing well for himself. I've tried multiple hdms, but
this is where we're at. No picture maybe it's a
bad box and you just need to switch them out.
I went to the back of the TV to check
out the HDM I myself and try the ones I
had on me. It's just gonna take long. I gotta
fight to catch I'm not sure. I need to do
some trouble shooting and double checked that the box is
the problem. If it is, I'm gonna have to reprogram
the new one. So this could take a while. He
heaved a breath, checked the Apple Watch on his wrist.
All right, you know what, My son is here. He
began typing on his phone, the woosh of a no
message being sent. He'll be down in a minute in
case you need anything. I gotta go. He grabbed the
Duffel bag off the kitchen counter and was out the door.
Now all I had to do was finish this as
quickly as possible and be out of here too. Turned
out it was a bad box. I went ahead and
switch them out, programmed a new one, made sure all
the recorded programs transferred over, and I was ready to leave.
The sun hadn't made his way down in the hour.
It took me to do everything, and I needed to
tell somebody that I was leaving. A few months back,
I came a man left without telling an old dude
who had fallen asleep in a day when the front
door never got locked and dude got robbed. Our company
denied liability, but made it a new policy to always
inform somebody in the house that we were leaving. I
didn't want to go hunting anybody down, though, so I
called the number on the account, which I assumed was
a dad's, but it went straight to voicemail. Shit, it
would be the last job to take forever to fucking close. Upstairs,
all the doors were open and nobody was in any
of the rooms. The last door on the right of
the hallway was cracked in lo and behold, somebody was inside.
My hand raised to knock, but I was stopped by
what I saw through the opening, a woman undressing. The
only other time I'd seen a woman undressing on a
job is when a white lady forgot that I was
there and left the bathroom door open. That had been
a traumatic experience, especially when she started coming on to me.
But if this brown skin, curly afro wearing, shapely woman
was to repeat that experience, she would have healed that
wound I immediately looked away, though from minded myself that
I had sisters and a mother and if a man
ever peeped in on them, But God damn, she reminded
me of a friend my mom's had when I was fourteen.
That was when puberty hit me like a piano on
a cartoon character's head, and girls my age seizing to
be on my radar, and my moms and Auntie's friends
became the center of my fantasies. Monica, my mom's friend
will stick like one of those teddy bears you wanted
to state affair. You could hardly wrap your arms around her,
extra meat on the bones for your appetite. And when
I tell you, I had an appetite bigger than my
six foot two hundred pounds hinder that believe me. I
forced myself to knock on the door. Cableman one minute,
she called back. When she opened the door, she was
in a silk black robe. That did not help the
perverted thoughts flowing in my mind, her nipples peaking through
the material.
Speaker 8: I thought Reggie was handing on this.
Speaker 1: She said he left about an hour ago. He said
his son was up here if I needed anything, she sighed.
Speaker 8: Our son. Our son is gone for the weekend. Look,
I'm sorry, okay, but I don't know anything about what's
going on. You're gonna have to call him.
Speaker 2: Everything is fixed. I was just letting you know I
was leaving. Oh okay, are you his wife?
Speaker 8: Yes? Do I need to sign something?
Speaker 4: Nah?
Speaker 2: I was just I was just being nosy.
Speaker 8: All the shows I recorded going, Nah, they're on.
Speaker 2: Your new box. She wiped the visible sweat off her forehead.
Speaker 8: I have so many episodes of Real Housewives on there,
and I be lost without them.
Speaker 1: That's an impressive collection. I think I saw the very
first episode on your box, she laughed.
Speaker 3: No, he didn't.
Speaker 2: But you know they're on streaming services, right, you don't
got to record them.
Speaker 3: I know.
Speaker 8: I just prefer the oh skuway. Besides, why pay for
a streaming service and I'm already paying for cable, so
I record what I like and watch it over and over.
Plus those streaming services always taking shows out, and like
I said, I be lost without my housewives.
Speaker 2: She cleared her throat.
Speaker 1: Anyways, let me not keep you from your work, right,
this is actually my last job for today.
Speaker 8: Oh well, that sounds like an invitation for me to
just keep.
Speaker 1: Talking, I mean, if you want to, just know I
charged by the hour. She smiled back at me, and
for a few seconds we stood there, just smiling at
one another, like smitting teenagers.
Speaker 2: You want some water or something, she blurted out, awkwardly.
Speaker 8: I didn't know you were down there, or else I
would have been more hospitable.
Speaker 1: Water would be cool, I responded, just as awkwardly. What
the fuck was I doing? Though I had plenty of
water at home, not to mention that bottle of Hennessy
waiting for me. I followed her downstairs to the kitchen,
that colossal ass of hers, moving outrageously beneath that cloth,
the cheeks, nearly eating it all up. She sat a
glass on the marble countertop and brought a fresh bottle
of water into.
Speaker 2: It, handing it to me.
Speaker 8: Thank you, Thank You're welcome.
Speaker 1: I drank the water all the way down, feeling her
watching me, feeling too flushed to meet her eyes over
the glass. I needed an escape plan before I did
something stupid that might not only cost me my job
in livelihood, but also my job. How old are you,
she asked, twenty nine? Why there was a bee before?
Speaker 8: She said, I just wondering.
Speaker 2: She glanced in my hand.
Speaker 8: Not married, Nope, not married a girlfriend.
Speaker 1: No girlfriend either. She took my glass and put it
in the sink, giving me another glimpse of the ass.
She turned back around too soon. You're very handsome, she said.
Speaker 8: I'm hard to believe no woman has snatched you up yet.
Speaker 2: They've tried.
Speaker 3: But what.
Speaker 8: Let me guess you're not the settling downtipe.
Speaker 2: No, it's not that I just haven't found my type
of woman yet.
Speaker 8: And what type of woman is that?
Speaker 3: She had?
Speaker 1: A woman with your body type and winning personality, be
some credit, her own place and the job, some type
of income. The real reason I was single was that
I had a whole list of requirements that I asked
about and mentally checked off while I was talking to
a woman. When they missed a few, it was I
could bye, baby, which meant lonely nights and solo holidays
for me.
Speaker 2: How long you've been married.
Speaker 8: She blew out a breath, A very a long time.
Speaker 2: Ten fifteen years, something like that. Are you happy? She
looked around the kitchen like the answer it was ratting
on one of the cabinets or something.
Speaker 8: The happiness means something different for everyone. Some people define
it by money in the banks. Some people buy how
many pain brands things, some by how big their family is.
Speaker 2: Well, I had to find about whether you have peace
of mind or not you got that.
Speaker 1: Silence settled around us as she considered my question. She
was thinking long and hard, like her marriage hung in
the balance of her answer, while she was talking to
a minister or a therapist and not just a cable man.
Speaker 8: I have peace of mind right now talking to you.
Speaker 1: I appreciated her changing the subject. We had made the
atmosphere to cloudy, too coded in reality. Either of us
wanted to think about.
Speaker 8: What are you thinking about?
Speaker 2: She asked, right on cue. I snickered. It would be
disrespectful to say, go ahead.
Speaker 8: Be disrespectful. You have permission.
Speaker 1: I interlocked my fingers on the countertop and look from
her white toenails and go anklets, to her thick thighs
and big titties, her blump lips and sultry eyes, the
mane of her hair on her head.
Speaker 2: I'm thinking about that road if you wear she smiled,
her eyes gleaming.
Speaker 3: What about it?
Speaker 8: Would you like to know where I got it so
you can go get you one?
Speaker 2: She had jokes. That's exactly what I'm thinking. I doubted.
I feel mean like if it's you, though, got the curves.
Speaker 8: For nothing but hers a mountainous lane here. I can
see that you must like your women on the bigger side,
I do. Can you handle how biggest sister?
Speaker 9: Though?
Speaker 1: Fuck around and find out. But again I was aware
of the reality of the situation. Her husband could turn
around for any reason. Maybe he forgot his wallet, maybe
some files for work, maybe it's de ordering. He could
come home and find me knee deep in his woman
and feel some type of way about it. He looked
like the type to have a few guns around the
house too. There was no mistake in the flirtatious vibe
in the air.
Speaker 2: Though.
Speaker 1: If we kept going on, it was only a matter
of time before we crossed the line. But there was
less talking and more action. She must have seen that
I was on the fence about what was happening and
wanted to push me onto one specific side, Because she
stepped to me, closing the space between us. I could
smell the shade butter on her skin and the coconut
oil in her hair. She smelled good as hell. She
looked good as hell. Staring up at me with those
brown eyes that had seen more than I had, but
looked at me like she had never seen a man
that she wanted more than me. As we stared at
one another, my breathing quickened, my heart pounded with the
strength it took not to grab her and give her
more didict than she could probably handle. But all the
power was hers. She made the first move, and nothing
was going to happen. Her hesitance was as strong as
mind was the fact that she was married. I also
had her in the choke hold. We don't have to,
I heard myself say. I don't know why I said it,
because I wanted to. I wanted too badly. I guess
I just didn't want her to feel obligated to go
all the way, just because we were both feeling it,
or just because she was mere centimeters away from me.
She could still step back if she was having second thoughts,
and there would be no hard feelings.
Speaker 2: I want to, she said, but her eyes lowered from mine.
Speaker 8: I've never cheated on.
Speaker 1: Engine of him popped the bubble that we have been in.
Now the world was back into ville. I wanted to
step away from her, but I couldn't put the space
between us. To save my life, the front door would
have to come crashing down, and he would have to
be the one that rip us apart. Like I said,
it's all good. We ain't got to, but I don't
want to. But you don't want to shoot on your husband.
Speaker 8: But he doesn't want me, and he hasn't for years.
No matter what I wear, or how I do my hair,
or how much weight I've lost, he hardly looks at me.
But here you are, seeing me in this raggedy ass road,
and I just took my hair down. I'm looking busted
as hell, but you're looking at me like my husband
never has. And as a marriage.
Speaker 1: I cupt her face on my hands and I kissed
her lips. All resistance broke like a damn. Her hands
grabbed at my shirt, pulling me as close as two
bodies could be. That robe was history. As I pulled
the tie loose and flung that motherfucker across the kitchen.
I grabbed her ass with both hands. I dick happy
as hell to fill her softness against it. I spun
her around and bend her over the kitchen counter, Dropping
to my knees. I proceeded to eat her pussy until
she was thrashing and hardly able to stand. I still
didn't stop working my mouth on her clip, slapping that
fat ass, using my hands to keep it spread so
I could have full license to her. Imagine my shock
when she let out a whimper and my face became
drenched in warm liquid. Never had I ever been with
a squirtterer. The thrill of her squirting on my face
was more than I could handle. I needed to feel that.
Because she asked pussy, I was too anxious to take
my pants off, button them. It's lifting down with my
boxes until my dick popped out. I spread her eyes
again and washed my dick disappear in her pink hole.
She was tight in, wetter than I had ever been in.
I had to run that back. I pulled out, intended
on re entering her ever so slowly, but the way
she wanted and made that ass clapt to entice me
made me feel too powerful. You want this big dick.
Speaker 2: Don't you tell me you want this big dick.
Speaker 8: I don't want that big dick.
Speaker 1: I slid it all the way in a gasp, escaping
her her body tensing. Yeah, she wasn't used to having
as much dick there. That warm liquid gushed on my dick,
really taking all my control away. It took every ounce
of self control to pull out again. She wined and
made that ass clap for me. My listening dick jerked
in response, begging to go back in her. I slapped
her ass cheeks give it to me.
Speaker 2: She would.
Speaker 8: Please give me that big d.
Speaker 1: I understood her needs to be fucked, to be wrecked
after not having digging so long, but I wanted to
go slow and deep.
Speaker 2: I wanted her to save her how good she felt
in this very moment.
Speaker 1: Our body slapped together as I said the slow tempo,
her ass moving like waves in the ocean. The way
she was squirting on my dick felt like we were
as c throwing them back with all her strengths. I
couldn't take it. They had been a long time for
me as well, and she felt too fucking good.
Speaker 4: Yeah.
Speaker 2: I couldn't hold it.
Speaker 1: I couldn't say red any longer, my head flowing back
as I came, my hips thrusty for it. Yeah, Dick,
very completely in it. Sh I grow feeling like my
soul had left my body. My knees were weak when
I finally regained my sight. She turned around and kissed
me deep. Her lips nearly sucked mine off my face.
Speaker 8: Don't call, she said, Stay with me.
Speaker 2: It sounds like you.
Speaker 8: Want more, absolutely and more of you and.
Speaker 3: More of that.
Speaker 1: Actually I can't. I got somebody waiting on me at home.
Her name is Hennessy. She went to the cabinet, pulling
out an unopened bottle of it. I'm yours, I said.
She grabbed some cups.
Speaker 8: To know what it cost to buy you.
Speaker 1: She led the way to the living room. Shit, that, asked,
was all I needed to convince me to stay. She
brought us in double shots and grabbed the remote. Unsurprisingly,
she turned on the latest episode of Real Housewives, And
you don't mind, she asked, Cuddling up next to me,
She grabbed the throw a blanket off the back of
the couch and covered us up with it. Nah, oh mind,
I said, I threw my shot back the fire liquid
warm on my insides. We weren't five minutes into the
new episode before she was riding a squirting on me again.
The tention in Rodney's hands was so intense that his
knuckles ached. He stared at the garage door in front
of him for what seemed like an eternity. After taking
several moments of focusing on nothing in particular, Rodney snapped
out of his trance and realized how tight he was
gripping the steering wheel of his vehicle. It's an involuntary
response to all of the stress that he's been dealing with.
That's the life of an entrepreneur that no one wants
to talk about, those lonely days bleeding to lonely nights,
even if you're around several people and have meetings all day.
It's because few people understand the grind, the fear, and
the level of uncertainty you have to push through to
be worth it. Dam in such a rough business climate
with no guarantees. That loneliness had extended to his relationship
for Priscilla for quite some time now. Rodney and Priscilla
have been married for seven years, which is about the
time that many people say start to get that marital itch.
The couple hadn't had sex in the longest and the
intimacy was bawned dry, but it wasn't for lack of effort.
They just keep missing each other these days. Rodney breathed
a deep sigh, as though he knew he was walking
into a battle that he just didn't have the energy
for today. He hit the star stop button next to
the steering wheel, disabling the engine. After a deep breath,
Rodney stepped outside of his hard earned blue BMW Siday
and got out, putting one foot in front of the other,
one foot in front of the other, the metaphorical story
of how exactly Rodney has accomplished everything worth having in
his life. As Rodney trudged up the driveway, each step
felt like an eternal quicksand his legs grew heavier the
closer he got to the front door. His mind and
body ate too much to even appreciate the beautiful Georgian
architecture and warm colors built through his efforts and ingenuity.
After putting his key in the door, all Rodney could
think about was a hot shower, shit, maybe even a
hot bath. His life was that type of day at
the Grind. Rodney's home is an oasis just outside the
hottest part of town. The property sits quietly atop a hill,
a lush green acre teeming with life and vibrants. Ever,
the man's man, Rodney cuts the grass himself, not wanting
to lose touch with the inner working man that earned
him his success. It was that dog and Rodney that
built this kingdom. Deep down, Rodney knew if he ever
got stripped back down to noodles and sleeping on an
inflatable mattress, he can get it all back. That's the
kind of power you only get through effort, sacrifice, and perseverance.
Inside the house, Rodney and his wife Priscilla having a
huge jetted tub in their master bedroom. Well, Priscilla enjoys it,
Rodney hardly ever uses it. How could he on duty calls. Basically,
all of the comforts and luxuries of his home were
built by the sweat of Rodney's brow. For his family
to enjoy and for him to really experience enjoying it
a little too much would make him soft, and soft
men don't build legacies. A wave of relief mixed with
guilt hit Rodney when he realized that his parents had
taken the boys for the weekend. His boys, Eli and
Addison had been dying to go on a camping trip
with their grandfather.
Speaker 2: It was all they had talked about for weeks.
Speaker 1: Rodney and Priscilla agreed to let the boy's grandparents pick
them up from school that day so they could get
the camping started as early as possible. Rodney was relieved
as soon as he remembered he gets to do so
much need at unwinding this weekend without worrying about his
parental response abilities. It'll be a nice breather. Rodney felt
guilt for the same reason. It's not easy to unwind
knowing that so many people rely on you. It's hard
for him to cut it on and off. Rodney is
self sacrificing, sometimes to a fault, since this grind is
about his family and their future. At the end of
the day, the house, nice cars, fancy linens, all of
that is nice, but Rodney recognizes that all of those
comforts are for the benefit of his wife, Priscilla and
their sons. Women and children get to live lives and comfort.
Men have to go out and chart their path. But
seeing his wife and kids doing well, kids in private school,
a big backyard, and the whole nine it makes the
work and sacrifice worthwhile. The door swung open and Rodney
took a deep breath inhaling the freshness of the place
and the scenery of the palace infrastructure, that his efforts
made away for Rodney trushed up the spiral staircase into
the master bedroom. Before he could even make it to
the bathroom, Rodney found himself collapsing into the bed and
sheer tiredness darkness. Suddenly, Rodney found himself in a ritzy
hotel room. Judging by the decor and lighting options, it
was definitely an executive level suite.
Speaker 2: A couple of feet below eye level.
Speaker 1: Positioned at the perfect level was the grandest sight, a
woman's curvy, plump, heart shaped ass pointed skyward, exposed and vulnerable.
Rodney squinted, realizing his eager liverym was shaking. He had
definitely had a few whiskeys. His mind and body were
completely relaxed, his breathing full the undeniable recipe for a
rock hard dick. He glanced down check Rodney smiled a
cocky grin. Since his dick was at full attention and
gorged with volcanic blood from the tip down to the
merry go round of his girthy shaft. His grin turned
into a full fledged belly laughed, seeing his pipe aim
directly between the butt cheeks of his fem fatale for
the night, He took in her whole body, her smooth,
supple skin, her soul, tree fit and curvy figure. She's
on all fours, arms and hands spread in front of her,
palms down, face down and full submission and surrender, acknowledging
that Rodney could have her, however he wanted, make me
a bitch disposition signaled to the king. Looking down at
the subject, Rodney slapped her heart on her ass cheeks,
as if to say, how dare you challenge me? A
little bit of pain and light humiliation to let her
know he was boss. She cooled as his palm roughly
disciplined her for having the audacity to be so damn sexy.
Oh daddy, she sang to Ridney from the depth of
her being. He loved seeing her squirm under his power.
Rodney gripped a handful of her other ass cheek and
in one swift motion, rammed every inch of his rock
hard dick inside of her, not giving a damnit by
her sensitive little pussy. The roughness of his entry broke
the woman down even further. The pleasure in pain sent
her into a tizzy. She arched her back at its
steepest possible slope and pushed her naked ass even further skyward,
as if to say, here, take more of me. His
mistress lit her palms from in front of her to
her sides, and all the way behind her back. She
clapped her hands tightly at the wrist bones at her tailbone,
right above her curve, like she was putting the cuffs
on herself. Fuck my pussy, baby, it's yours, she said,
losing full control. Rodney obliged, stroking her from the depths
of his hips, lifting a woman's knees off the mattress
with each motion of his dicking. The unmistakable sweaty, sloppy
sound of his new plaything getting pounded with no regard
turned them both on at a fever pitch. Rodney grabbed
her around the neck with his other hand, pumping every
ounce of his stress into her. The more he gave her,
the more she took it. The more he gave it
to her, the more she wanted it. Good girl, But
oh did she love being his back girl. The feeling
of sneaking around, knowing that Rodney only had a couple
of hours he had insisted on the finest accommodations with
each rendezvous, made the whole exchange even hotter and more
of an adventure that way, even more forbidden. Rodney knew
that he was about to do the unthinking, unprotected. Rodney
drove his sword deeper into his conquered at different angles.
With each stroke, he had his way with her, reckless,
abandoned like a bull and mating season, his cockache like
a hornet's nest, and he started seeing stars, flashes and colors.
Rodney pounded the woman into the mattress, his sweaty abs
banking her soft butt cheeks, both of them enjoying the
slick friction of extramarital sex in the five star hotel room.
Rodney's entire body heaved as he came inside of her,
matching his wetness with hers. His animal instincts took over
as Rodney gripped both hands around her neck as he
pumped away, ejaculating deeper and deeper inside of her sweet body.
Priscilla shook Rodney awake, better put, she slapped him away,
whacking his bear sweaty back with the palm of her hand. Rodney,
Wake up, Priscilla finally said, jolting Rodney out of his
deep sleep. Rodney snapped out of it, rolling over to
his side and squinting his eyes. When Rodney's eyes refocused,
he saw Priscilla looking at him, highly irritated. He must
have been having a dream. Priscilla looked at the scene
in front of her. He must have been having a
good damn time, Priscilla thought to herself. Rodney was basically
fucking the bed when she walked into the bedroom. It
was slow, rhythmic and disjoined. It though almost like a
trippy abstract art Exhipit a fucking. It's how Priscilla figured
that Rodney had been having a dream. Damn if it
wasn't sexy, though, maybe it's the alcohol. With the kids
out of town, Priscilla enjoyed a spy evening with her
closest friends. One of the perks of being Missus Rodney
is a member's only access to a posh spot in
the city. It's a twenty four hour full service spy
that's a journey and whatever you choose to dabble in.
The journey starts with a shower as soon as you
change out of the locker room. That way, everyone's skin
is clean when they get to the common area. Men
and Women news by areas are separate, making it the
perfect place for Priscilla and her best friends to unwine,
drink wine, and soak in a hot spy. It's also
the perfect setting for venting all of their problems. When
Priscilla's turn to vent came, she went on a full
long session about how she and Rodney had and had
sex and so long she invented about how already doers work,
and while it has built them this amazing lifestyle, it
also feels empty. In a lot of ways. Their lives
the relationship as a whole, were missing passion. The two
were like drones that didn't even know how to truly
get through to each other anymore. So. When Priscilla comes
home about a bottle of wine deep and sees the
garage door wide open, her body is immediately filled with panic. Shit,
I knew, man, I'm a horrible mom. Her mind, as
it does, immediately leapt to a self deprecating conclusion. In
the face of fear and uncertainty. She had already felt
guilty going out with her girls and not being a
mom for the night. She felt even more guilty that
perhaps the spy day plan was a subconscious way to
dance around the elephant in the room.
Speaker 2: The elephant in the room was that she and Rodney
hadn't been having sex.
Speaker 1: Most couples would want to plan a romantic evening with
the kids gone for the weekend. For Rodney and Priscilla,
planning a romantic evening could prove awkward, putting more pressure
on what used to be a joyous activity. It's hard
for Priscilla to get turned on without a connection. With
Rodney always working, it's hard to build a meaningful spark.
Wash rents repeat for the last several months at least,
and it's no wonder why their bedroom is so cold.
Of course, when I go on a stupid girls night,
the worst would happen. Priscilla chied herself, though she was afraid.
She was also tipsy enough to walk straight into their house.
After a bit of exploring, Priscilla ended up in the
master bedroom, which is where she stumbled upon Rodney in
their king size bed. She was immediately relieved that their
home hadn't been broken into the garage door must have
been a mistake on Rodney's part. Priscilla's relief dissolved into anger.
Seeing Rodney's work close on the ground beside the bed,
he had seemingly dozed off naked after getting home from work.
Rodney typically because of the day at six pm, whenever
it's a really tough day, he always strips down naked
and passes out asleep for hours. She looked at the
clock on Rodney's night stand, a nautical themed on a
log clock in the form of a Captain zorn, and
with the wine coursing her bloodstream, Priscilla saw that it
was about eleven thirty pm. What the fuck, Rodney, Priscilla
said out loud, partially to him and partially speaking the
thoughts in her mind out loud. Tell me you haven't
been asleep like this the whole time, and with the
garage door, Why I open the garage, Rodney asked, incredulously,
sitting up. It was at this moment that he also
realized that he was completely naked. Shit, I must have
fallen asleep and been out for a while, he thought,
Like a joke of lightning, he suddenly remembered the woman
in his dream. He had been pounding her like he
owned her, lighting out the stresses of that day into
her body with this cock like she was a maze.
He had seduced in a while the heat of their
lightning joke sprang to his penis, causing it to spring
erect to attention. Rodney would never cheat on Priscilla, but
that forbidding fruits would make the dream all the more erotic.
For a guy who plays by the rules, keeps his
head down and works hard, getting some strange would feel
like heaven on earth. He had no hesitation in giving
it to the woman in his dream, like a slug,
since no strings were attached. Little did he know that's
exactly what Priscilla craved of him. The two have talked,
they've shared, and they've gotten really close over the years.
Somewhere along the line, they lost that animalistic spark, the
undeniable dance of dominance and submission that keeps the flame
glowing white hot. Priscilla had built up a wall too
high for Rodney decline, to the point that they barely
even kissed. It was all duty, with some discussion about
the boys and current events. Very efficient, but not very sexy.
What Priscilla wanted it was for Rodney to put her
in her place. Rodney wanted to remember what it was
like to be dominant in the bedroom. As much as
he dominates his mission in life every single day. In
a haze of sleepiness, alcohol, stress, and pent up emotions,
Rodney and Priscilla un wittingly step into a moment of
heat that only their bodies and souls could quench. Seeing
Rodney in the throes of passion eir fucking the sheets
was comical at first, but moments after, Priscilla felt familiar
pangs of her Damn, he does have sexual energy and
is it just a workhorse. What if there's another woman,
she thought. Fresh off the electric charge of his dream,
Rodney felt invigorated and remember who he was in a sense.
I work hard, I come home, and don't cheat on Priscilla,
even though women throw it at me everywhere I go,
He thought to himself. I deserve to enjoy every aspect
of life, and I deserve a woman who gives all
of herself to me. We could have been robbed, Rodney,
Priscilla said to Rodney and sheer irritation.
Speaker 2: My fault.
Speaker 1: I fell asleep. Work has been crazy, Rodney said, yeah, yeah,
it's always crazy. Priscilla scoff, rolling your eyes and walking away.
Rodney blinked at Priscilla incredulously. After snapping out of it.
He stood to his feet and followed behind her. I
do everything to keep food on the table for us,
so maybe look past this one, Rodney asked, You are
such a smart ass. There better not be another woman.
I'm not playing with you. Priscilla spewed that Rodney, neither
one of them was in the mood for the other
one was nonsense at the moment. Shut up was all Rodney, kamuster.
Don't tell me to shut up and put your stupid
dick away, Priscilla shot back. Priscilla slapped his erection to
the point that it was legitimately painful and made Rodney wins.
Blood ran from his dick all the way up its leg,
like the kind of feeling of dull pain when you
hit the edge of the table. Priscilla's thormed out of
the room, taken aback by her audacity. Rodney chased afterward.
That was uncalled for. You're real, braddy, said Priscilla turned around.
You're right. Maybe I am a brad because my husband
won't fuck me. So excuse me if I asked if
there's another woman, You're lucky. I'maka eye and already know
you're not cheating. You're married. To your work anyway, or
at least you may as well be, she said. Priscilla
gave Rodney the finger and walked over to the staircase.
The blatant disregard and disrespect took Rodney's irritation to his peak.
You need to show me some respect, he said, make me,
Priscilla shot back. They stared at each other in a stalemate.
The two locked eyes, neither of them breaking their glare.
The anger, hurt, and stubbornness created the perfect erotic cocktail
that strangely turned the two of them on more than ever.
Rodney grabbed Priscilla by the back of her neck, tightening
his grip just below where her hair grew. Priscilla gasped
as a cold shiver ran through her body. Her knees
grew weak with anticipation of being taken. She wanted nothing
more than for Rodney to devour every part of her essence,
leaving her no room for protest and leaving no part
of her intact. Feeling thunder in his loins, Rodney shoved
Priscilla to her knees and stuffed her lips with this
rock hard dick. Priscilla accepted her face, placing the palm
of her hands on the floor as her husband fucked
her face without saying a word to her. It was
like he was pulverizing the disrespect out of her mouth
with a stick, was all Priscilla was able to say
between glugs and slurps. Rodney's entire body glistened with sweat
as he pumped away at Priscilla's mouth, turning her pretty
face into a sucking cylinder.
Speaker 2: He loved the sight of his bride on all fours
on the hardwood floors.
Speaker 1: Spools of Priscilla's hot saliva hit the floor while Rodney's
balls knocked against her chin like chestnuts. Turned the fuck around,
Rodney said, removing his penis from Priscilla's lips with a
popping sound. Priscilla shuddered in pre orgasmic waves as tears
streamed down her eyes from her husband's penis pounding her throat.
She gasped for air as her heart beat out of
her chest. Before she could collect herself, Rodney lifted Priscilla
off her feet, spun her around, and bent her over
the iron banister. The room spun as Priscilla looked down
and saw the marble floors downstairs seemingly one hundred feet away.
Rodney gripped a fist full of Priscilla's hair, bent her
over the railing, and ripped her pants and underwear down
to her ankles.
Speaker 2: You are mine, do you hear me? Rodney asked. He
gripped a handful of his meat.
Speaker 1: And spanked it against his wife's naked ass, Waiting for
her response, yes, put me in my place, baby, with
those magic words, Rodney spanked her ass one more time
with the palm of his hand and rammed her with
his cock. He thrust his hips and stroked his wife
like crazy, giving her a combination of pleasure, pain, and fear.
The iron of the railing dug hard into Priscilla's hip
and pelvic bones as she stared down at the floor below.
She was getting fucked so hard that it almost felt
like the railing could break. Priscilla held onto the railing
for dear life, partially terrified but not wanting him to stop.
Their passions overflowed until neither could take it any longer,
and they were both on the brink of their climax.
Fireworks reverberated through their bodies as they melted into an
orgasmic bliss and the wide opening clearing of their open stairwell.
Rodney filled his bride with his white hot comb, and
Priscilla unable to move a muscle except at every drop
as her warmth squeezed around his manhood, milking them dry.
They collapsed onto the floor in a sweaty heap, panting, huffing,
neither saying a word, both letting the volume of the
moment speak for herself. After what seemed like forever, Priscilla
reached over for a miniature bottle of whiskey that had
fallen out of her pocket while she was getting dominated.
I stole this from the spy, she said, taking a sip,
and then extending the bottle over to Rodney. In the
peace offering, they shared the deepest belly laugh, one with
more warmth and authenticity than they had enjoyed together in
a very long time. The merried couple laid in that spot,
passing the bottle back and forth for hours, catching up
on conversations and lost intimacy. The post orgasmic bliss allowed
them to get things off their chests and come to
understandings that had long escaped them. They enjoyed themselves in
this exact spot until the sun came up, falling in
love all over again. As the hours flew.
Speaker 2: By the end.
Speaker 1: You were finally another day was over with the line
for the bus was so long now you were hoping
that you can get on It ain't shit, not that
it matters, or when you rush your home too, Ain't
nobody there? Just another lonely even I stretched out ahead
of you. Probably eat that r in front of the
TV again. It fucking sucks being alone all the time.
Maybe you'll find a decent port video and monturbating to
your fall asleep. You've been so honey lately that you
ain't know what to do. It has been so long
without some militation, somebody to touch and can rush your body,
somebody to make your mom. It has just been you
and your toys. Then you starting to think your toys
getting tired of you. Where was this fucking bus? The
line is getting so long and crowded. The man behind
you kept pushing into you. He turned your head to
say something, then you shut your mouth. You've seen me before,
I said, sorry, excuse me, you just smiled. I mean
I ain't a bad looking man, tall, lean, well groomed.
Shit you been with our sex for so long, you
felt the tingling every time I pushed into you. Finally
the bus came and we all pushed our way onto
the bus. No seats, of course, standing room only. You
made your way to the back, hoping it was less crowded, but.
Speaker 3: No luck.
Speaker 1: As the bus moved along, you felt the body pressed
against your back. You knew who it was without even
turning around and looking, and you felt my heart lean
body pressed very close and intimately against yours. The bus
made a short stop and everyone pitched for.
Speaker 3: You.
Speaker 1: Felt my arms come around you and my groin pushed
up against your bottom. You let out a slight mom
by accident.
Speaker 3: I heard it.
Speaker 1: This was the most contact you had with a man
in over a year, Patty's what as a motherfucking, fucking
fucking When the bus started to move again, I didn't
remove my arms from around you. Instead, you just lean
back into me and shut your eyes. My body felt
so good, so strong, So mainly you knew you had
to move, and you turned your head to say sorry,
but you noticed me leaning it down and smelling your hair.
I took a deep breath, fan and just in the
hell the smile. It stop was coming up, and you
had to end this now with this stranger, but you
didn't want to. You went to ring the bell, and
I lean getting close to your hair and whispers softly
to you. Stay on the bus, come home with me,
take a chance. You ain't know what to do, but
your stop came and went, so I guess you made
up your mind. Gotcha, gotcha. As we got off the bus,
I was hold your hand, I saying a word to you.
Speaker 10: Share.
Speaker 1: We ain't even know each other's name. We just saw
one another few times at the bus stop. Here you
were taking a chance with a stranger, as I was
taking a chance with you. Were we both that desperate?
Or were we both horny and lonely and in need
of so much needed attention? Things like this don't happen
to women like you. Man don't usually give you a
second look. Most tend to enjoy slim women with berkey
breast and perky everything else, somebody you can toss around
and there not bbw's like you. Nah, And I wasn't
with curves on curves, big breasted in full figure shit,
so you thought. We walked one block and stopped in
front of my house. As I opened the gate up,
pulled you behind me. As I was unlocking the door.
I turned to you, giving you one last chance to
change your mind. You just waited for me to open
the door to lead you inside. As soon as we
were inside, with the door closed and knocked behind us,
I pushed you back against it, hands waged aside, and
I held him there. I just looked into your face
as you looked into mind. Eleaned in and kissed you.
Not gentle and sweet, but hard and demanding.
Speaker 2: You kissed me back. You wanted more. My body didn't
even touch you. I kissed you.
Speaker 1: The kids felt like it went on forever. After that kiss,
there was no way you was going back out that
door to change your mind. I ain't woke everything deep
inside of you that has been quiet and sleeping for
so fucking long. I pulled my arms above your head
as I leaned in closer to your body, and you
felt the length of me. My knee went between your legs,
spreading the water to let me in. I was kissing
you so searching for your tongue. You could do nothing
but kiss me back, leaning into my leg. When the
kids ended, I pulled you behind me, taking you up
the stairs you're go in front of me, my hands
on your waist. When you were just about at the top,
I stopped trumping my hands on your ass, just rubbing
and touching you.
Speaker 2: I had your soul turned on.
Speaker 1: And your legs are feeling weak, and you lean into
the top stairs with your ass in the air as
I was caressing you. The next thing you know, I
slapped your ass, first one cheek, then the other one.
Your panties are wet by now, so you spread your
legs wider, giving me all access to you right there
on the stairs. As you hoped, I rubbed my hand
on your pussy. I feel your heating, your witness right
through your pants. I turned you around and set you
down on the steps, buckled your pants and slowly pulled
down your zipper, and you looked at your hapstail me
pull your pants down. I pulled your pants and your
panties down at the same time. I leaned in closer
in the hell My face was interesting away from your way,
how pussy you felt my breath on you? You waited,
you washed. I kissed the top of your pussy and
started to lick on your puffy lips. Then I started
licking every inch your pussy, holding it open for better access.
My face was so buried inside of you, your legs
were on my shoulders by now. As I licked you
for all it was worth. You couldn't hold it out
for much longer. You felt the building up inside of you.
You was enjoying the stranger's mouth on you, and I
was not stopping until I got you off. Your body
started to tense. You grabbed my head and held me
there as I got you to your art gas. It
was so intense to finally come from somebody besides your
own fingers and toys. I didn't stop liking you until
I got every drive, until you were sensitive and you
had to gently push my head away. Then I put
your legs down and came to your body and kissed you,
with your taste still on my lips. I kissed you deeply,
my body on yours. You can feel how hard my
dick was. You wanted to rip my clothes off and
fucked me right there. I pulled you up, and at
the top of the stairs we walked down the hall
inside my bedrom I got at you, tore the bed
and set you down. As you sat there and watching me.
I slowly took my clothes off, doing a sexiest trip
show for you. Your mouth was watering and watching me.
I walked close and said you and took off your
blouse and your brow. Your titty spilled free. I caught
him in my hand. I was squeezing and touching your
big titties all over, falling at the nipples gently twisted.
He tried to reach out to touch me, but I
gently packed away. I said there would be other times
for you to touch me, but for now, it's all
about your baby. My head came down closer to you
and I was kissing you again, trailing down your face
to your neck. As I was kissing down your neck,
my tongue was leaving away trail. I was kissing the
licking you down until I reached your breast. I licked
them all over and was gently biting up. As I
was working on one, my hand was working on the
other one. Finally, your nipple was in my mouth, my
wet tongue, looking at I was sucking on you like
I was trying to draw milk my mouth for your heaven.
I went from one nipples to the other and back again.
He was loving every second of it. I laid you
down on the bed and reached into my nice stand
and put out a cond of He was on your elbows,
watching as I put the kind of on my heart dick,
the dick you wanted so bally to take into your
mouth and suck me until I came. I spread your legs.
Why I didn't touch your buzzy to failure to make
sure you was ready for me. I got between your
legs and in one motion and put my rock dick
into your wet pussy. Oh while I was looking directly
at your face, watching all the emotions play out on
your face, and you saw the desire on my face.
You just couldn't believe it how hard I was and
very deep inside of you, and you haven't even touched
me yet. I started moving my hips, sliding in and
out of you. How with your arms above your head,
and I was looking down at you, your legs locked
around me. I was fucking you, and you was loving
every second of it. Deeper, deeper, I went faster, fast,
building up speed that slowing down, then grinding my hips
into you. You could tell I was close, You could
feel that hard I was getting aside of you. But
yet I waited. I slowed the fuck down. I ain't
ready to not yet. Before you knew what your buddy
was starting to tense up, I knew you was ready.
I started to fuck you faster and faster and faster,
slamming into you harder and harder and harder, harder, telling
you I wanted you to come on my deck, Come
on his stick, Come on a stick, dick, dick.
Speaker 2: That was all it took.
Speaker 1: You couldn't hold back, and you started to come as
you were at your peak eye moon and told you
I was coming on. So it was fucking incredible, this
stranger making you feel this way, buried inside of you,
this beautiful man making you feel beautiful also. I collapse
on top of you, I swear, mixing with yours, both
of us, trying to get our breath back to normal.
Speaker 2: I leaned up and looking into your face with this big,
silly kool a grin.
Speaker 1: I hope you ain't got plans for the rest of
the night, I said, because I am not down with
you all thick ass.
Speaker 2: Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you,
thank you. Good morning, money.
Speaker 4: Do you have an appointment?
Speaker 2: Yes for ten thirty, Okay, I'll just need your ID
in your SHOs cart. Here you go, Thank you.
Speaker 11: Let me make a quick copy of Beach. Here are
your cards back. I'll just need you to fill out.
Speaker 2: These forms and return them.
Speaker 12: When you're done.
Speaker 2: You can have a seat right over there. Okay, thank you.
Speaker 3: You're welcome.
Speaker 4: Hella, what a bitch? Where you at? Girl?
Speaker 8: Can you lower your voice?
Speaker 2: I'm at the doctor's office.
Speaker 9: What's up?
Speaker 4: Oh? Oh grandma pad what happened you a?
Speaker 13: Yeah, my job switched insurance on us, So I just
met an appointment with this new kind of collegist, trying
to make sure I ain't breaking my pussy with all
the masturbating I've been doing it.
Speaker 4: Girl, you had gotta feel me for my Darvin got
some big and I has any old dick, I mean,
some good dick that I don't care about your baby
mama type dick.
Speaker 2: Okay that gets the bucks in the other room.
Speaker 4: Type dick that me me in a park and let
me fuck you buy the thwing. Crazy dick?
Speaker 2: Girl, You are crazy.
Speaker 4: But I'm just saying. The drought is real, don't.
Speaker 10: I know that?
Speaker 5: But it might be over at me.
Speaker 2: Guess who called me earlier?
Speaker 8: Oh?
Speaker 4: Jason Jane hope not young Jane girl.
Speaker 8: Yes, he's still pressing, trying.
Speaker 4: To catch a a grown woman.
Speaker 8: I'll hold it.
Speaker 2: He again twenty six.
Speaker 4: That I can't mm hm, I need a grown man
to feel that his knee.
Speaker 13: I mean, we only ten years apart, and he's so sweet,
he's been trying for the longest time.
Speaker 3: My pussy.
Speaker 12: It's just about enough of this, miss Mallory.
Speaker 2: Yes, the doctor will see you now. Okay, hey girl,
let me call you back.
Speaker 4: All right, by bitch, bye.
Speaker 2: All done with those forms. I'm sorry, I just finished.
That's all right, follow me.
Speaker 11: If you can just disrobe and put this on Dtor
Montgomery should be with you momentarily.
Speaker 2: Okay, thank you again.
Speaker 8: Oh you're welcome.
Speaker 3: Drove man, be a.
Speaker 4: Little paper things.
Speaker 3: I mean, my doesnot fit all.
Speaker 4: I'm looking. I'm covering nipple. Maybe i'll flash.
Speaker 2: Yes, you can open. Good morning, doctor green Rag. Well, Well, well,
Tasha Mallory, it's a it's a pleasure to see you.
That's crazy. When I glanced over here, chart, I didn't
put two and two together. It's crazy.
Speaker 13: I didn't think doctor Greg Montgomery was going to be
the same Greg Montgomery that.
Speaker 2: I thought you were living in Miami. I was. I
recently moved back and started my own practice. So this
is all you. Yeah, this is all me. Well, this
is gonna be awkward.
Speaker 1: Don't worry. I'll keep it professional. Plus, my nurse is
being here the whole time once we get started. But
if for any reason you're not comfortable.
Speaker 2: With this, if stop, no, no, no, I'm okay, I am.
Speaker 14: I trust you.
Speaker 1: All right, let's get started, shall we. All right, Miss Mallory.
We're going to go ahead and begin this exam. Okay,
Ms Mallory. I'm gonna start by taking a few samples,
all right. Next, I'm gonna use my fingers. You might
feel a little pressure. Please let me know if you
feel any pain, okay, all right. Next I'm going to
do the press exam again. Let me not feel any pain?
Speaker 3: All right?
Speaker 2: All right, all right, any pain here?
Speaker 10: No?
Speaker 2: No, I'm good. All right, nurse, we're done here, Miss Mallory.
Do you have any questions for me?
Speaker 1: No?
Speaker 2: No, Well, it was a pleasure meeting you and I'll
see you again next year.
Speaker 11: Oh okay, thanks, I'll go ahead and step out so
you can get dressed.
Speaker 4: Thank you.
Speaker 2: All right, we have you all squared away.
Speaker 8: Here's your receipt and we'll see you in a here.
Speaker 3: Thank you.
Speaker 2: Oh, here you go. You have a great rest of
the day. Take care.
Speaker 4: Thanks you too, black motherfussing.
Speaker 3: I hope we can catch up meet.
Speaker 4: Nine o'clock shark drop.
Speaker 9: Devour.
Speaker 4: I know he told me nine o'clock the shark, But
why this place little close? Did you get me a
row faster? I'll hear you.
Speaker 2: Hey, I agree. I'm glad you could make it. Yeah, well,
that'll be nice to do some catching up.
Speaker 8: Come on in.
Speaker 9: Hock his mouth?
Speaker 3: Good?
Speaker 2: Is anyone else here?
Speaker 3: Nah?
Speaker 4: It's just us?
Speaker 9: What is this?
Speaker 3: So?
Speaker 2: My friend and I decided to start a restaurant. He
handles all the cooking and I handle all the business.
You own a restaurant too, don't sound so shocked, but partially? Yeah?
Beam Greg? What look at you?
Speaker 4: This?
Speaker 2: This is really nice? Thank you Tasha and Devour. Who
came up with that name?
Speaker 3: Uh?
Speaker 2: It was kind of mutual, but you know I like
to eat, so it fit me perfectly. Can I get
you some wine?
Speaker 4: Sure?
Speaker 2: How's life venturing you? I'm doing good, just working my
way up the ladder.
Speaker 3: You know.
Speaker 2: I was recently promoted to a marketing director at my job.
So you know a girl's been living okay, marketing director, congratulations,
Thank you? You know I always knew you do good.
You look good too? Who me?
Speaker 13: Well, you know I gotta get it in when I
can at the gym. Gotta keep this body tight, I
see it.
Speaker 4: And last, if this may have better than I'll play
with my emotion. Wait, keep looking me up and down.
Speaker 5: You looking pretty damn good yourself there, sir?
Speaker 9: Who me?
Speaker 2: Thank you? Got time to give a nigga compliments? Sure
like you didn't already know that? I mean, I don't
want to hear it, especially from you. Well, Greg, You're
still fine and I'm real happy for you and all
your accomplishments. So you think a nigga fine?
Speaker 3: Huh?
Speaker 2: Really, that's that's all you hurt? Nah, that's all I
wanted to hear. Don't start no shit, start no shit.
Yop pussy already did that for me earlier. Oh excuse
me what you mean by that? You forgot just how
well I know Utasha, didn't you? How well you know me?
Speaker 3: Ah?
Speaker 8: Here we go, uh, here we go? Nothing.
Speaker 2: We both know you was a little extra at this point.
Speaker 13: Nigga police, Uh my pussy stay on point. You said
it yourself, everything was good and have nothing to do
with you.
Speaker 2: Oh it didn't. Nope, it didn't, Nigga, that's calf. But
why you ain't wearing no pennies and brought to name?
And what makes you think I ain't wearing nohing?
Speaker 8: Girl?
Speaker 2: We both know you ain't got no damn panties and
brawl like I said, I know u, Tasha? You stay thinking?
You know a bitch I do if you know me?
Speaker 9: So?
Speaker 4: Well?
Speaker 13: What am I thinking right now? Doctor Montgomery? Mister entrepreneur?
Speaker 2: Uh you wishing that I am spread you across this
table and there dick you down like I used to
you sounding real copy right now? Ain't nobody coty just coffee?
And I know you're just as curious as I am
curious when it was kids back then, Tasha. We're both
grown as fuck now, butus the stick ain't the same.
Speaker 5: So you think I'm just gonna let you fuck after
seeing you again?
Speaker 3: Today?
Speaker 2: Oh, Tasha, go damn? Do you know what it's always
been between Ta?
Speaker 3: Tasha?
Speaker 2: And you can see how I'm feeling about you now?
Speaker 8: I do well.
Speaker 3: Kind of?
Speaker 2: Why don't you? Why don't you pulling out let me see.
Speaker 4: That's beautiful. Pay friends, my dear.
Speaker 2: What oh nothing? I just forgot how fick you were?
So you're gonna let me get another look at that?
Just ass plus he or you're gonna sit over there?
Speaker 4: And I got shy and I got you never a.
Speaker 2: Damn She still tastes as good as she look. Why
don't you find out?
Speaker 9: I not my dad marry?
Speaker 8: Oh shit, Greg, No, that's my spot.
Speaker 4: O't gonna fight me.
Speaker 10: I die.
Speaker 2: I'm craving.
Speaker 3: Nowhere.
Speaker 2: Yeah, I'm gonna need you to slide all the way down.
Don't play that doctor ship with me now, Greg.
Speaker 4: Maggie, you're strong. Oh, I ain't never have nobody, ma'am mmm, nigga.
Speaker 2: Ship, I'm about to come time from the rebid doll
whole that ship?
Speaker 3: Shi?
Speaker 10: Oh, when can you learn to do that?
Speaker 4: Okay? I can suck.
Speaker 12: Any one of these.
Speaker 2: An hour, Greg, I can't.
Speaker 3: I can't.
Speaker 2: Yes you can't, Yes you can. I got you, I
got you. Just relaxed, baby, fuck you?
Speaker 3: Greg?
Speaker 2: Fuck me, what the fuck did I do?
Speaker 8: Ship came out art?
Speaker 2: Since let's just say, well, you ain't done yet? You
mean I ain't done?
Speaker 9: You heard me?
Speaker 2: You thought I was just gonna eat your pussy and
nike O there No, don't with that too, but you lucky.
I don't shut your ass up and lay back.
Speaker 4: I got this okay. Fuck Now I gotta find you
another doctor's office.
Speaker 1: M m.
Speaker 4: M m m.
Speaker 1: Hm.
Speaker 4: Hello, get your ass up.
Speaker 5: Why I just fell asleep a few hours ago? Why
a long story?
Speaker 1: Hm?
Speaker 4: Well, I got time, plus I got something to tell you.
Speaker 10: But first, down head and tell me what you was
doing last night.
Speaker 2: It's not what who.
Speaker 4: U?
Speaker 5: You don't know?
Speaker 8: Greg?
Speaker 4: Greg? Who the fuck is Grid?
Speaker 2: My doctor?
Speaker 3: Girl?
Speaker 4: You your doctor, bitch? I knew you was horny, but
that I.
Speaker 5: Wait, wait, my doctor is Greg Greg Montgomery.
Speaker 10: Greg Montgomery, your eks from college. Yeah, girl, how the
fuck did you find him?
Speaker 12: I thought he was in Miami and you would I bowl.
Speaker 5: Apparently he moved back here to start his practice and
he's part on our restaurant.
Speaker 10: Damn he doing it like that.
Speaker 2: M girl.
Speaker 5: He did it just like he used to doing then.
Speaker 10: So oh, I'm so proud of you doing some spontaneous shit.
You know you were pre playing type bitch.
Speaker 2: I know, Ray.
Speaker 5: I think it's cause we got history. And he still
looks good as hell.
Speaker 3: And you.
Speaker 5: You ain't never lied.
Speaker 10: Fuck.
Speaker 4: I wish I would've known that sooner before I did
what I just did it.
Speaker 3: What did you do?
Speaker 4: Remember how you were saying you were thinking about giving James.
Speaker 2: The Nani the never mind?
Speaker 4: Yeah?
Speaker 3: Go ahead?
Speaker 4: Oh well, guess who I ran into at the gymis
from mm no bro?
Speaker 10: Yes, and you know how you got that bass bookcase
that you've been trying to put together for the longest
I was.
Speaker 15: Talking to James, I mentioned that you could probably use
some No I know, he said he coming over? What
you said you was thinking about giving him a shot?
Or I thought i'd help you out on the early birthday,
getting said some dick for your house.
Speaker 2: Fuck Greg wanted to come through tonight.
Speaker 4: Which I send Junior home and keep it pushing.
Speaker 13: Fucks imain, Let me get my ass up before you
decide to send anybody else to my house.
Speaker 4: Anyway, let me know how things turn out tonight, and
uh who you decide to?
Speaker 14: Fuck shit?
Speaker 2: If I had it in my way, I might wait.
Speaker 5: Is that somebody knocking at the door?
Speaker 8: A fuck? That better not be James.
Speaker 4: Oh well, don't let me hold you up.
Speaker 5: Call me later, my bitch, I'm coming.
Speaker 2: Who is it?
Speaker 5: Oh oh shit, let me talk these titties in so
offer a free show.
Speaker 2: Hey, what's happening?
Speaker 8: Hey?
Speaker 2: Hey did I wake you?
Speaker 4: Yeah?
Speaker 5: I had a long night last night, but it's okay.
Speaker 8: What's up?
Speaker 16: Well, first of all, let me apologize for showing up
unannounced like this. I would have called you, but my
damn phone died. However, Charmain told me you can use
some help of sibling on the bookshelf. I was in
the neighborhood and I figured I'll just stopped Well, I
also stopped by a slutty Vegan and got your favorite
burger for you, the one nice stand and guess what,
extra slut sauce and slutty fries.
Speaker 2: That was sweet, But you know you didn't have to
do that. Come on, now, you know that's what I do.
Speaker 5: All right, come on in, follow me. It's in the
second bedroom, all right.
Speaker 4: That here it is.
Speaker 9: Jay.
Speaker 2: It's a big ass unit.
Speaker 12: You just gonna do this all by yourself?
Speaker 8: Why you say it like that.
Speaker 2: I'm not completely helpless.
Speaker 3: You know, girl.
Speaker 8: You know I didn't mean it like that.
Speaker 3: Hm.
Speaker 2: For real, Hey, give me a minute.
Speaker 5: I'm gonna go take a quick shower and get dressed.
Speaker 8: You good in here?
Speaker 2: Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm good. Go ahead and do your thing.
Speaker 8: Hello, good morning beautiful.
Speaker 2: Wait, how'd you get my number?
Speaker 9: I can't legally tell you that. Let's just say I'm
calling to confirm your appointment for next year.
Speaker 2: Uh uh see, this is why I need a new
doctor's houses.
Speaker 9: I know, not the last night. Some changes are gonna
need to be made. But mm, you ain't got a
change location. I can just transfer you to one of
my colleagues. Don't worry. I'll make sure to set you
up at the back.
Speaker 2: Well I appreciate that.
Speaker 5: But shouldn't you be working?
Speaker 4: Wait?
Speaker 9: Are you in the shower?
Speaker 8: Uh?
Speaker 3: Not yet?
Speaker 9: Oh?
Speaker 4: Why?
Speaker 9: Oh? Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on?
Speaker 5: Not you tryna facetimmy answer.
Speaker 9: I'm on cash. Ain't nobody gona see any office?
Speaker 5: Fine?
Speaker 9: Not you trying to clean your verybody to make a
comp the country?
Speaker 2: Oh this shower to Cora?
Speaker 9: Okay, camera, okay, yeah, there you go.
Speaker 2: I did not expect to see this man stroking his
big old dick like that.
Speaker 4: Fuck? What do you like?
Speaker 9: What you say?
Speaker 5: I know you don't be walking around hard like that
all day?
Speaker 3: Do you stay?
Speaker 9: Yeah?
Speaker 4: Shit?
Speaker 9: Every time I think about last night. Are you going
to keep the camera on her pretty face? Or are
you gonna show me how mm hmmm.
Speaker 2: I don't do the whole phone six things?
Speaker 9: Is there anything about phone sex? I just want to
see you, please shuit.
Speaker 2: Let me set this up right here, okay, house, yeah,
damn you. Hey, if you going to shower, can you
still hear me?
Speaker 8: I should be able to.
Speaker 2: Are you go ahead?
Speaker 4: Now?
Speaker 8: Hey?
Speaker 2: Does does shower head have any press needs on me?
Speaker 4: Yeah? It does?
Speaker 2: Turn it on the post sat oh okay, yeah, and
not just move it around your pur Yeah, just like that,
start at your thighs and start.
Speaker 3: Bring it up like this.
Speaker 2: Yeah, just like that hand. I use your other hand.
So where's your nipper?
Speaker 3: Okay?
Speaker 2: Okay, that's flocking me over me, leg I want to
see everything gray.
Speaker 4: Just do it.
Speaker 2: Close your eyes. I let that shower warm be okay,
you captured me, and use your other hand a rub
on your.
Speaker 17: Yeah, hen' hide the eganies to be going this ship,
but I'm gonna drop.
Speaker 4: Let me just stake me.
Speaker 5: Yes, look at him, I'm so stroking stick.
Speaker 2: That is turning me on. Donn what I tell you?
Close your dawn eyes. Okay, just imagine me fucking you
like I did last night. Close your eyes and.
Speaker 9: Listen to me.
Speaker 4: I got you.
Speaker 2: I'm listening. Spread that pussy open and let me see.
Speaker 9: Mm like this.
Speaker 2: M god, damn fuck. I wish I was there with
you right now. I wanna do here. Hell yeah? What
what you want me to do to you? If I
was there right now? Oh?
Speaker 5: I want you to put it in my mouth?
Speaker 2: Oh yeah, M yeah, I want you.
Speaker 5: Told my head up my mouth, I rob my mouth.
Speaker 2: They're gonna take all this dick? Yes, tell me you
want all this dick?
Speaker 8: Oh, I want all that deck?
Speaker 5: Shall talk thinking about you shoving your dig down my throat.
Speaker 2: They sliding in and out.
Speaker 5: Like my fingers are doing.
Speaker 2: Ship So no, no, no, no no, don't close your legs.
Open that ship or not. You can get that wine
down there. Don't run from that nothing.
Speaker 3: Just like that.
Speaker 2: Dam I'm coming ship.
Speaker 8: S fuck not my phone in the toilet.
Speaker 12: H R you get my ring?
Speaker 2: Checked this out right? The deal? I think you feel me.
Speaker 12: Such a cute. Hello, get your ass up?
Speaker 4: Why just sleep a few hours ago?
Speaker 3: Why? Story? Well?
Speaker 18: I got time, plus I got something to tell you.
But first now, hedn't tell me what you was doing
last night.
Speaker 3: It's not what what's it?
Speaker 12: James?
Speaker 8: Girl, don't know Greg Greg?
Speaker 12: Who the fuck is Greg?
Speaker 4: My doctor?
Speaker 12: You fuck your doctor, bitch. I knew you was horny,
but damn.
Speaker 5: Wait, my doctor is Greg Greg Montgomery.
Speaker 12: Greg Montgomery, you ask from college?
Speaker 1: Yeah?
Speaker 8: Girl, how the.
Speaker 12: Fuck did you find him? I thought he was in
Miami and you were out both.
Speaker 5: Apparently he moved back here to start his practice and
he's a restaurant.
Speaker 12: Damn he doing it like that, girl, He did it
just like. I'm so proud of you doing some spontaneous ship.
You know, you were pre playing type.
Speaker 9: Bitch, I.
Speaker 12: Think help and you was scoring you than a motherfucker too. Fuck.
Speaker 18: I wish I would have known that sooner before I
did what I just did. So remember how you were
saying you were thinking about giving James.
Speaker 12: The Kunani never mind? Yeah, go ahead, Well guess who
I ran into at the gymnast morning, bro.
Speaker 18: Yes, And you know how you got that big ass
bookcase that you've been trying to put together for the longest.
I was talking to James and mission that you could
probably use some help. I know, I know, he said
he's coming over. You said you was thinking about giving
him a shot. Girl, I thought i'd help you out
on the early birthday gift and said, some dicks to
your house.
Speaker 4: Wanted to come through tonight.
Speaker 12: Well just send Junior home and keep it pushing.
Speaker 4: I mean, I get my ass up before you decide
to send anybody.
Speaker 18: Else to smile anyway, let me know how things turn
out tonight and up if you decide.
Speaker 3: The fuck.
Speaker 4: Said. If I had it my way, I'm way not
somebody knocking at the door.
Speaker 10: Oh that better not be pain.
Speaker 12: Oh well, don't let me hold you up, call me later.
Speaker 4: I did.
Speaker 17: Who the fuck does somebody just walk in this smotherfucker
bits just ain't the way to go.
Speaker 14: You about to get caught with your panties around, Your
ankles are not in a good way.
Speaker 4: What the fuck?
Speaker 12: Hey, whoever the fuck is here? I'm strapped. Are you
ready to get the fuck out now? Ship?
Speaker 2: You ain't got a damn thing any smuther fuck I
could have taken your thick ass.
Speaker 14: What the fuck ever, nigga, you scared the ship out
of me.
Speaker 2: At least you in the right place for shit to
go down.
Speaker 14: So you're a comedian today? Shut the fuck up. I
thought you was coming by later. I don't feel like, Wait,
did anybody see you?
Speaker 9: Man?
Speaker 2: Ain't nobody see me?
Speaker 3: Good?
Speaker 2: So why the fuck you trying to hide a nigga? Anyway?
Speaker 14: I just don't want everybody in my business.
Speaker 17: You know, your bitch got fucking messy last time with
that shit, and I ain't gonna spare her ass again.
Look I told you you ain't got nothing to worry about.
I handled that shit you better had. I am not
gem material nigga. You see all this ass?
Speaker 2: Yeah, I see it.
Speaker 14: Fuck nigga, that shit hurt?
Speaker 2: What the fuck you talking to like that? Better drop
that tone before I fucked that ass up?
Speaker 8: Anyway?
Speaker 2: How you screaming all over.
Speaker 14: This bitch, nigga?
Speaker 4: Do it?
Speaker 3: Then?
Speaker 14: Stop talking shit and do something.
Speaker 2: Get off me, man, stop playing.
Speaker 17: You really acting like you want this pussy. Man, Nah,
you're gonna have to take it since you want it
so bad.
Speaker 2: Shut up and turn your thick ass around.
Speaker 3: It gone.
Speaker 2: Oh shop baby, I'm talking about that ship now, huh
thought it is the fuck this day?
Speaker 8: Oh come m.
Speaker 3: But yeah you're a oh ship?
Speaker 4: Uh baby?
Speaker 3: Oh not that sh.
Speaker 14: Fuck it up, baby, I damn fuck.
Speaker 3: Yeah?
Speaker 14: Oh you fucking me to.
Speaker 8: Oh put it in my mouth. It's me daddy.
Speaker 3: My mouth.
Speaker 4: Oh ship, f.
Speaker 19: Mm hmmm mmm mmmmmmm.
Speaker 2: And the's okay comedian huh ship, I'm just checking. Shut fuck. Hey,
you are fucking perfect. You know that right.
Speaker 14: You're only saying that because I suck ad dick the best.
Speaker 2: I mean, you're not wrong, perfectly