Outta of Dime

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Five-five, hourglass-figured, and beautifully brown, Uriah has a way with men. The kill to her was getting in their pockets. Her silver-tongued charm could disarm the cheapest "I don't have to pay for pussy" men and make them peel off. She was so classy that, by the time they gave up the money, they were convinced it was for an excellent cause. Uriah had a gift of gab, a brain, and a nice package. Even more dangerous was that she knew it and used it as her weapon.
Uriah brushed her teeth and jumped in the shower. The hot water's forced dug into her tired muscles like magic fingers. It felt almost as an orgasm. Minutes later, she patted herself dry and got out, and an arctic gust of wind hit her. Shit! She'd forgotten to close the window after a stinky number two almost made her evacuate her house earlier. She ran and simplified her beauty ritual because knew Amil was prompt. Oil of Olay, Dove deodorant, and Johnson & Johnson baby oil gel. Then her scented Miss Dior Silky body mist spray. Uriah slipped the FDS because Amil complained that her "coochie spray" made his tongue feel numb. She smelled good enough for him to eat, pun intended.
Uriah hung up her towel and walked down the hall to her exclusive Italian black and white furniture filled bedroom. She backed it up naked in her dresser mirror. Personally, she thought her ass could use a little more weight on it, but men seemed extremely satisfied. Her 36D's, tiny waist, and full hips compensated for any shortcomings of the highly acclaimed ghetto bootie. Uriah jiggled one of her butt cheeks one at a time. That move drive men crazy at the clubs. She glimpsed at the clock. The time said eleven minutes until Amil.
She was really going to freak him this morning. Uriah turned on some music on Apple Music and sauntered across her superior eggshell white carpet to the closet for something sheer and sexy. She selected a pink Victoria's Secret teddy and a pair of pink strap ups, clear bottomed stilettos from the collection her best-friend Sage has christened "sexy stripper, booty push-uppers."
Uriah tied her shoes and decided to rock a wig, since her hair was damp. She picked out a cute wet and curly styled wig that was similar to how she wore her real hair. Uriah put on the wig and sealed it down so it wouldn't get pulled off, she sprayed some water and ran a wig brush through it. She painted her lips with brown sugar MAC lip gloss that complimented her smooth brown skin, and she was ready for Amil with two minutes to spare. Her full, shiny lips were perfectly shaped and enticing. Uriah knew how to fuck with a mans head. She would intentionally OD on lip gloss because she knew the kind of thoughts that went through their brains when they saw a pair of lips like that. Damn, I know she can suck a good dick. Just then, her doorbell buzzed startled her.
Uriah walked down the steps and inquired sweetly, "Who is it?"
"Open the door, man." Amil sounded impatient.
Uriah obeyed and opened the door and walked upstairs back into her room with Amil right on her tail. She popped two mints Tic Tacs in her mouth. She left the pack on display in case Amil felt doubtful about his dragons too. But he always smelled good from head to toe. At the thought of it. she yearned for his thug passion. Uriah quickly lit two scented candles and switched the music, and as she sashayed to greet her black stallion, Gherbo Pull up came on. She flung the door and seductively smiled at her prey with her hand on her hip. "Hey daddy!"
As usual, Amil expression was hard, and he was cucumber cool, but his eyes lit up when he saw her, since he didn't get to get a good glimpse at her when he came in.
Uriah caught him sizing her up and down. They embraced and Amil squeezed her behind. His warm breath on her neck made Uriah tingle. She reached up and removed and removed the black hat he was wearing, then rubbed his head and stroked his jaw affectionately. "I missed you, baby. Where have you been?"
"You smell so good, Ma." After being around a bunch of hardheads and drug fiends all night while he took care of his business, he found Uriah a treat. Amil squeezed her tighter. "Let's go to the bed. Come on."
Hypnotized by his Burberry cologne,Uriah followed him and adored his lean, broad shouldered frame. Standing six feet two with slightly bowed legs, Amil was the deepest and prettiest dark-skin man man she ever seen. He had dark eyebrows, sexy lips, and black hair that he was growing out. he kept his hairline shaped up all the time. He was a true work of art, designed by God.
They went inside Uriah bedroom, and her hormones jumped double Dutch when Amil sat on the bed. and stared at her. His expression was serious, and then he smiled and revealed a great set of white teeth. Amil hardly ever smiled, but when he did, it was like sunrise. Uriah didn't know which Amil tickled her fancy more the nonchalant boss of this little boy with melting smile. He was so handsome.
Suddenly, he was serious again, but this gaze was intense. The heat was building up between them.
Uriah stood in front of him and palmed his face in her hands. "You are such a fucking dime baby."
"Man go ahead with all that sucker shit. Save it for them lames you fuck with." Amil knew Uriah was full of shit, but he was attracted to her hustling acumen. Most of the chicks he knew depended on a day job and didn't know how to get money and other way. He knew Uriah was the type of chick that kept some scratch and didn't wait on no man to bring it home. He knew she made a living playing niggas for dough, but he was attracted to her unrelenting " I will get it by any means" shit. She went about hers a different way, but she was grinding just like him, and he had to come to respect that. For that reason alone, Amil spread love. The more he helped her out, the fewer dangerous things she had to do for money. He fuck with her and was going to help her out by anyway.
Uriah laughed. "It ain't no sucker shit, Pa. You are gorgeous." His humble demeanor and scent were intoxicating. Uriah looked into his eyes and wound her hips to the beat of the music. Amil ran his hands along her thighs.
Uriah turned around and did her infamous jiggle, and then she bent over and gave Amil a 3-D view of her goods. Peeping between her legs, she saw his eyes was hooded with lust.
Amil watched thoughtfully as Uriah slowly peeled off her pink lingerie. Sexily, she pushed him back on the bed and stood over his face in one motion. She gyrated her hips down to barely six inches from his face. Unable to stand it anymore, Amil pulled her thighs toward him, and she sighed in bliss as his tongue proved her feminine flower. He appeared to be enjoying himself too. Uriah couldn't help but ask him, "What my pussy taste like baby?"
"Like candy." Amil's voice was barely audible, and he took his time until Uriah floated on ecstasy's magic carpet. He ate that pussy so good, it was hard to tell that he was still a novice to the art of oral love.
Moaning, Uriah bent down to kiss him. His breath was sweet. Now it was his turn. She dismounted Amil's face trembling, and knelt at his feet as if he were a statue of Buddha. Uriah unlaced and removed his shoes; she was satisfied with his clean white socks and lack of foot odor. She couldn't stand a funky nigga. Uriah mentally noted another gold star for Amil and unfastened his belt.
Rocky was already standing at attention. She slid down his pants and gray Ralph Lauren boxers, and nine inches of ebony manhood sprang in her face. Uriah gasped and fetch the box of Magnums from his back pocket. She tore open one of the gold packages and timed Amil's usual protest. Five, four, three, two. . .
"Wait don't put that on yet," Amil said as if on que.
Uriah had been messing around with Amil for eight months, and he was so predictable. He hated getting head with a condom. It wasn't that Uriah didn't trust him; it was Amil who'd insisted that they be tested for HIV after their first rendezvous. He said he was feeling her and wanted to fuck with her but needed assurance. She was kind of offended at first, but his caution turned her on. She had always been responsible and practiced safe sex, but she was still afraid, because she hadn't been tested previously. Uriah had agreed, then spent the week beforehand mentally reneging and recommitting.
Amil knew the routine. "I promise I won't bust in your mouth, Ma. Just do it for a little while."
She took an escape routine. "Amil, I care about you, and i really wanna please you how you deserve. It's not you, it's me. Let me get past this mental block thing first. Okay, baby?" She massaged his balls and kissed the tip. When he moaned, she rolled the condom on and slid him down her throat. Uriah tongued-teased the head in small, circular motions.
Soft moans escaped Amil's throat and proved he loved it. He placed his hand on the back of her head, and Uriah faked a heavy ghetto accent. "Dang nigga! Don't make my wig come off!"
"Why you got this shit on, anyway" I like your real hair better."
"So get it done, then, because my hair is tore up."
"You ain't said nothing but a word. Hold me to it."
She silenced him by deep-throating and sucking the way he loved. Uriah sensed he was ready, so she lay down and spread her legs. "I want Rocky now, Pa."
Amil slid in and fulfilled her wishes with his big, stuff dick. He was pleased by how wet she were. "Ssss. Damn, Uri. Sss, ooh, this pussy so good." He pounded her with slow, deep strokes, up and down and side to side.
Uriah squeezed the muscles she'd learned to master and transformed her magical hole into a vacuum. She tightened up as he pulled out, and let loose as he slid in. Amil got up inside her to the point where the pressure was a little pain and a whole lot of pressure. Uriah relaxed and let him do the work, and their bodies melted together like warm butter. He was an amazing lover.
That uncontrollable preorgasmic twitch forced her to blurt out her true thoughts. "It feels so good, baby. It's all the way in my stomach! It's so big, Amil. Ugh! Oohhh, I'm cumming!" She pulled him closer and deeper inside. Amil's thrust continued for about six more seconds before he joined her.
He groaned, probably in an effort to withhold a scream. Uriah figured his macho ego wouldn't let him go out sounding like a bitch. Hey lay inside her, and she playfully squeezed his softening manhood. Amil protested but made no effort to withdraw. She held him close and massaged his back. Her pussy was an asylum; he was snoring in under a minute. Uriah was lazy with sexual satisfaction also. She rolled Amil off of her and floated to the bathroom to freshen up. The music in the background changed again, and soft sounds of Jhené Aiko filled the room.
When Uriah came out of the bathroom, Amil looked like an innocent child sleeping. She grabbed a tissue and removed his condom and tossed it into the trash. Afterward, she used a hot, soapy washcloth to clean his penis and balls.
Amil awakened and peered at her through dreamy eyes. "Come lie down, Ma," he insisted, and patted the bed.
Uriah slid in bed, and he held her tightly from behind. The clock read 7:35 a.m. Together, they drifted into the peaceful calm of a slumber that only two satisfied lovers could share.

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