ARE YOU FREAKY DEAKY Book 1 (Erotica)

36. Crusade

I slurped really loud, the saliva from my mouth and the force of my jaws creating a very noisy tune.

He smiled.

“Sup playboy. I’m getting my dick sucked by Freaky Deaky.”

“Damn let me hear,” said Playboy through the phone.

He put the phone down to my lips and the head of his dick. I gave them the audible, smiling like the bitch I was at heart.

“Oooh, yea! She sounds like a bad bitch.”

“Wanna video of it?”

“Hell, yea. And send it to me.”

He decided against it. “Nah. Go get your own bitch.”

And he hung up.

“Suck that dick, Freaky Deaky. Suck it like you want it…want Daddy to take dis dick out your mouth?”

“No, Daddy Freaky Deaky,” I said, sucking on it a little bit better than I had earlier. I gave him pleasure in spurts.

Rule number one in Sucking Dick 101, never do your best skills first. Issue the skills out.

“Pull dem titties out and tit fuck this dick.”

I was amazed. At his frankness. I never titty fucked a man before. Shit, what
pleasure was I going to get out of it?

Suddenly I was selfish; I didn’t want to do this weird shit!

There was a knock on the door.

“I’m taking a shit,” he said aloud, and the person went away, mumbling.

His eyes sparkled, the light from the bathroom soft and sweet. He leaned forward and took my right nipple into his mouth, suckling on it hard and
thuggish.

I loved it. I held his head, running my
tongue over his low-fade with the green Tupac-like rag tied in a knot around it. His earrings glittered.

Leaning back he took both my tits, spit on his dick, and used my tits to smooth saliva all over it.

He long stroked the tits. I positioned myself where the head of his dick went in my mouth when he slid my titties down on his dick.

He loved it.

He said, “Damn, Ma. Be my bitch. I’ma leave my wife to have a Freaky Deaky bitch like you.”

Ignoring him. I played with his balls, sticking my finger deep in my ass, finger banging myself for a few minutes, enjoying the feeling.

My pussy was dripping. I then pulled my finger out, putting it under his nose, he took a whiff and was in heaven, smiling, throwing them hips at such a fast pace.

Those nuts bounced, you hear me? Feeling nasty, I stuck my finger in his mouth and he sucked my asshole right on down his throat.

“Are you Freaky Deaky?” I asked him, putting my hands up his shirt and fumbling with his chest.

I squeezed his chest like he squeezed my tits, watching his nuts dance.

“I’m Freaky Deaky,” he responded breathlessly, his second nut creeping on the come up.

“Take off your shirt. I’m tired of crack head DMX looking me in the face.”

Unhesitant, he took the shirt off.

“Now bang my tits, Niggah.”

He used my titties to begin his crusade.