Zane's Z-Rated: Chocolate Flava 3 (2 page)

Women never seem to understand why men go to strip clubs. It’s simple. We can go in there with fifty ones and have a good time, have some titties rubbing up against our noses and some asses clapping in our faces, as opposed to going to a regular bar, looking at sports, and hoping some thirsty chick might suck you off in the men’s room or out in the alley for a few minutes. I’m not complaining about getting head; you can get all that in a titty bar and then some, if you feel like shelling out that dough. No attachments, no pressure to hook up later, no drama.

But fuck all that. I was all about clapping Nadine’s ass cheeks together my damn self while I rammed my billy into her thick, juicy pussy from the back. As I arrived at the hotel and waited for an elevator, I was hoping she had some lube with her and wouldn’t mind some anal. Lisa wasn’t even having that shit … never. I figured I might as well get all my fetishes out my system while my Internet jump-off was in the country.

Damn, you about to nail a chick from another country!
I thought, as an elevator finally arrived that I could cram my six-foot-two frame into. I’d never seen a hotel with so many fucking elevators, and yet the average wait was at least five, ten minutes. This exotic-looking babe got on the elevator after me and we were forced to press up against each other because it was so crowded. She had skin the color of henna and these big, sexy-ass eyes. She looked like she was Liberian or Dominican or some shit.

She grinned at me over her shoulder and then, by the time we reached the tenth floor and stopped to let an elderly couple off, she was doing a reach around and feeling up my dick. She must’ve felt the mass on her ass and wanted to see if it was all me.

I whispered in her ear. “Big Wes 6969 at planetzane dot org.”

She giggled and replied, “Liberian Girl 2010 at people dot net.”

Shit, I knew she had that Liberian feel!

She got off at the next stop and now my dick was cramming my pants. I scanned the elevator to see if there was any other potential pussy on board. Naw, all the rest of the chicks looked like they lived in caves. I sighed and pulled some mint breath spray out of my pants pocket. After a couple of squirts, we were finally at my stop.

Nadine was in Room 2418; the number of times I intended
to stroke her pussy. I knocked and heard her heavy accent telling me to give her a second. I heard some heels clicking on the floor and then she opened the door, butt-ass naked except for a pair of six-inch stilettos.

I looked her up and down while she stood there with her hands on her hips, staring at the bulge in my pants.

“Nice shoes.” I grabbed her by the throat and rammed my tongue in her mouth. She was all over me, trying to break some damn records yanking my clothes off.

I picked her up, walked over to the bed, and tossed her on it as she pulled my wife beater off. Then I lifted her legs in the air and spread them wide open.

“Damn, look at that fat pussy,” I whispered.

“It’s all for you, Daddy!”

I wasted no time digging right in. I was starving like Marvin.

Fifteen seconds in and Nadine’s thighs were trembling like a contestant on
Fear Factor
. She had no idea what her ass was in for. I grabbed her left pussy lip into my mouth and sucked on it like a tit. She couldn’t take it and tried to push me away.

“Hell no, you’re not running from this,” I informed her. “You’ve been teasing me with this pussy for months and now it’s all mine. Lie back and let me eat my dinner.” I slapped her on the ass. “Like a good girl.”

Nadine was incoherent and managed to get out a moan while I went back to work. I stuck my tongue in her pussy and pushed it as far up inside her as I could. My tongue isn’t a joke either; it’s longer and thicker than normal. Women love it!

Now, all women have a different taste. Fuck what you heard. Pussy isn’t sweet and it doesn’t taste like chicken. A lot of chicks don’t want to experiment and taste themselves so they get to lying about how sugary their juices taste. If a chick wants to
know what her pussy really tastes like, she needs to swipe a finger over her armpits after a minor workout and lick it. That’s what her pussy will taste like, nine times out of ten.

Nadine surprised me. She did taste better than most but, then again, as much as she finger-fucked herself for me on the webcam and sucked her fingers, she had probably decided to step up her game by eating a lot of sweets. I tore into my Bugatti like it was a slice of heaven and hoped my Lamborghini wouldn’t try to track my ass down anytime soon.

I yanked a pillow off the head of the bed and told Nadine, “Turn over.”

She was dazed and confused but managed to flip over as I placed the pillow under her stomach.

I grabbed her ass cheeks roughly and pushed her ass up as I climbed on the bed behind her. “You thought you were going to come over here to the States and pussy-whip me, didn’t you? Opening the door naked like you were running things. I’m the king of this motherfucking castle.”

“You’re the king, Wes,” Nadine blurted out as I buried my face in her ass and pussy.

Within seconds, she was bucking and catching a rhythm with me, pumping that pussy up at me. I grabbed her right ankle and lifted it up while I pressed my left leg against hers. Then I ate her ass good and she was creaming all over my tongue. She must have come three times before I stopped eating and decided to fuck her brains out.

I stood up while she tried to recover, and took off my pants and boxers. She looked over her shoulder. “Damn, it looks even bigger in person.”

“You can handle this dick,” I said. “You come from Jamaica and American women are always bragging on Jamaican dick.”

She propped up on her elbow. “Hell no, that’s a thing of beauty right there!”

“Don’t call my dick beautiful.” I turned her on her back and pushed the pillow up under her head. “Call it handsome.”

Before she could respond, I was already fucking her face. I got on my knees, grabbed her head gently with both hands, and started feeding her all eleven inches. She gagged at first but she got the hang of it.

“That’s right, Nadine. You came to see a man about a horse. Well, giddy up. Suck me dry. I know you want this dick.”

“Um, hmm,” she mumbled.

Now of course, I wasn’t expecting her to devour my entire dick. Even if she’d had her tonsils removed, that shit wasn’t happening, but she got enough of it in to please me. I took her hand and guided it onto my balls. She started squeezing them just right and I felt a nut building up.

“Where do you want me to shoot the first load?” I asked her.

I took the head of my dick out long enough for her to answer, “On my tits.”

Now you’re probably wondering why I never mentioned Nadine’s titties. She had a fat ass and a hefty pussy but her tits were barely more than nipples. Still, if that was where she wanted my cream, there it was going to go.

I stuck my dick back in her mouth and a few minutes later, I announced, “I’m cumming!”

There’s an unwritten code that a man should announce when he’s about to bust a nut. No one ever told us that but if you watch enough pornos, it just catches on. Plus, it gives chicks a warning so they can figure out where they want it. Some swallow, some spit. Some want it on their tits, others on their ass. Some want to
hold it in their mouths and snowball. Fuck if I’m down with that nasty shit, though.

I pulled out and let it rip all over Nadine’s chest and she rubbed it in like cocoa butter.
Well, so much for me licking over that part of her body
, I thought.
I’m hitting her shit from the back!

I told Nadine to suck me hard and then I turned her over yet again. I was orchestrating our fuck session like a director at a Broadway play. I had her push up on her palms while I lifted my left knee and pulled her leg over my thigh so it could bend behind my back and then I nailed her.

She screamed when I rammed my shit all up in her pussy and then froze, like I was trying to feel her uterus. I had impaled her ass. I held her there for a moment, her leg suspended in air, giving her a chance to get used to my size. Then I commenced to delivering those 2,418 strokes at varying speeds. A little more than halfway through, around 1,276, Nadine couldn’t take it anymore and collapsed on the bed and just relinquished the pussy to me. I pounded her ass to sleep. I decided to give her a break on the anal action. I didn’t want the front desk to have to call an ambulance for her ass, and I do mean “ass” literally.

• • •

Nadine returned to Jamaica a very happy woman and I married Lisa the following month. Our parents, relatives, and friends doted all over her on our special day and it was all good. We honeymooned in Canada and fucked day and night for ten days straight; we didn’t give a damn about sightseeing.

Winter flooded into New York and it was cold as a mug outside. Lisa and I went to see the lighting of the Christmas tree at Rockefeller Center and then went home to cuddle up for the night.

I couldn’t sleep and went into my home office to browse the Internet. I had grown bored with looking at Nadine play with herself and cut her ass off. I had conquered the pussy; moving on. Much to my surprise, there was an email from the Liberian chick from the elevator that day. I had forgotten all about her.

What’s up, Big Wes? I was wondering if you wanted to hook up. I’ve been fantasizing about that humongous dick I felt through your pants that day on the elevator. I want to get up close and personal with it, if you feel me?

I licked my lips and pondered. I had the Lamborghini in my bed, wearing my ring, and the Bugatti had served its purpose.

I started typing.

Hey you, with your sexy Liberian ass. I want you to meet me tomorrow, the same place we first laid eyes on each other. Room 2418, if I can get it. I want you to come see a man about a horse.

“Fuck it,” I said as I hit SEND. “I’ve never had a McLaren F1. Now that’s some exotic shit right there!”

Allison Hobbs

Three times a week, I wake to the rich aroma of coffee, and other pleasurable sensations. Today, my senses are further aroused by the determinedly firm grasp of a woman’s hand. Wrapped around my shaft, her palm feels like a velvet glove.

“Good morning,” Marcelle greets me, bringing me into sharp awareness. With her dark skin, her exotically slanted eyes, and silky lashes, my housekeeper, Marcelle, is a rare beauty. Her full, sensual lips are painted bright red. They entice me, and send my imagination into overdrive as I picture the ring of her lipstick stain encircling the base of my hard-on.

My shaft lengthens and thickens inside her satin clutch. Involuntarily, I begin to thrust.

“It’s so big … and powerful,” she utters, staring provocatively at my dick. Her grip tightens, providing perfect friction.

My face contorts as I forcibly shove a raging erection in and out of her closed fist. It is possible that the early-morning hand job she’s giving me might be the only way for me to get off. I struggle to reach the finish line. At any moment, Marcelle might decide that exercising her wrist is too much work.

As expected, she announces her boredom with a long, dramatic yawn. She releases my erection and covers her mouth, muffling the sound.

“Don’t stop,” I say in a gruff whisper. She’s such a dick tease, and her antics distress me. Prompting her to continue, I hump the empty air. But Marcelle is a willful woman, and I realize I can’t coerce her into doing anything she doesn’t want to do.

“I have something else for you,” the dick tease says, wearing a taunting smile.

Marcelle lifts her billowy white dress and straddles me. Her thighs press against mine. Her skin is soft and luxurious—heavenly. It’s hard to keep my hands to myself, but I have to. She’ll let me know when the time is right to indulge my cravings.

Slowly, tauntingly, she unbuttons the top of her dress. She cups cocoa-colored breasts. Fondling her perfect mounds, she entices me. Bending forward, squeezing her breasts together, she offers her chocolate peaks. “Suck,” she tells me.

My lips pucker around the dimpled flesh. My tongue whisks against one dark bud and then the other. She loves nipple play; she has orgasms when I tug her nipple with my lips while lathering it with my tongue.

The smell of her … the texture of her skin is intoxicating. My dick swells to an enormous size, and I moan from a mixture of pleasure and pain.

I’m ready to fuck. I want to lodge my hardness deep inside her. But she won’t let me. I have to wait for her command. I cater to Marcelle’s every sexual whim, and I love pleasing her. At times like this, it’s difficult to concentrate. I so desperately want to mount her, and stuff my dick inside her teasing pussy.

She slowly extracts her nipples from my mouth. Unhappy, I make a whining sound.

Feeling deprived, my lips remain parted … openly yearning for more licking and sucking. But most of all, I want to fuck her.

Her long, sepia fingers travel to her panties. Working at the side of the crotch, she pulls the elastic aside, exposing a forest of pitch-black hair. I wait for permission to bury my face inside the darkness.