Not in the Script (A Keith Powers Story)

D: D^ck Issues (Part I)

Keith has hung out with Samantha at least once a week for the last three weeks. That day at FreeForm still rings in his mind, and he is so glad he ran into her then.

It was 11 p.m. and Keith was ready for bed. He did not usually go to sleep so early, but he needed it tonight. His body has been running hard for the last two weeks. His ex has been bothering him and the only thing giving him a piece of mind was Samantha.

As he closed his eyes, all he could think of was the chocolate woman.

If she allowed him too, he would love to run his fingers through her silky hair, and kiss her like there was no tomorrow. Her large breasts would fit perfectly in the palm of his other hand, and he would love to squeeze on it. Pinch her nipples, and when she least expected it- suck on her nipple.

Keith's hand moved to the inside of his basketball shorts. He pulled his d^ck out and stroked it as he thought about her. He wanted her to ride him with no clothes on. He wanted to see her big chest bounce as she rode him like the stallion he was. He wanted to feel her tightness wrap around his d^ck, and wanted her to come all over it. Over and over again.

Keith felt his breath rate increase, and a pleasure was building in him until he finally came and his load spilled into his hand and on his basketball shorts.

Keith was breathing hard as he thought about the last time he had sex. Six months ago when he fucked his ex-girlfriend. She was bad as fuck, but everything that looks good ain't good.

Keith looked down at the lower half of his body, and even though there was come over him, and he felt relieved, his dick was still harder than brick.

Keith saw a napkin on his nightstand and used it to clean his d^ck.

He was going to bust another nut and then clean himself up.

As he closed his eyes again, and started stroking himself—Sam came into his mind again. He thought about her laying on her stomach and that fat ass of hers right in his face.

He wanted to be in that pussy from behind. He wanted to grip on that apple-shaped bottom, and just slide into her slowly. He would f^ck her until she called his name or until she came undone on his dick.

Keith was getting close.

If Sam allowed him to, he would make her get on her side and he would make love to her in that position until he sped up. He would speed up just to get her to call his name repetitively. He would hold his nut until she came.

Keith's hand was going super-fast on his d^ck. He couldn't take it anymore.

He grunted and spilled on his shorts again.

Keith took that as his cue to clean himself up, and then bed. He showered, but he had to make a call before bed.

**

Sam walked into her bathroom, it was eight in the morning. She went to the bathroom to shower, and as she looked at herself, she smiled.

"I look beautiful," she said.

She took off her bonnet and saw how tightly wrapped her hair was and said, "I'm beautiful."

She was wearing a spaghetti strapped yellow shirt and black basketball shorts.

"I woke up like this," she sang as she looked in the mirror.

Then she heard her doorbell ring.

Sam had not done her daily hygiene yet, but she made sure that when she talked to whoever was at the door, she would not hit them with that morning breath.