When I was younger I always wanted to date a nymphomaniac. A chic that would always want sex. It was a fantasy that I wished for\u2026 and almost prayed for. A lady who would make sex become boring for me. I never got that wish and as I grew up later in life I knew that such kind of girls were rare, very rare. Even if they weren\u2019t, bruh, you really can\u2019t handle that kind of chick, realistically.<\/p>\n
I met Karen at the mall somewhere down the line. I\u2019d gone to get some groceries for the kitchen and I was standing behind her while she made her payment. She didn\u2019t buy much, just some hair cream and body spray. I had a whole lot of stuff to carry to my car and she offered to help me. Usually it\u2019s the guy who does that, offer to help a lady in need. A lady offering to help a guy was something I wasn\u2019t quite used to. She noticed my surprise and asked me if it was the first time a girl was helping to do anything and I laughed and said no.<\/p>\n
She dropped my bag in the trunk and smiled at me. She was about to go get a cab when I offered to drop her off, as my way of showing thanks. She hesitated, like I expected, before accepting.<\/p>\n
I took her number and later that evening we spoke. She wanted to know everything about me. I just wanted to know if she was down for dinner\u00a0tomorrow. My call credit got exhausted and she called me back. I had to use my Bluetooth headset because the call dragged on for an hour and 43 minutes. At the end of it all she agreed to dinner but not the next day. She had choir practice, so we agreed to\u00a0Saturday.<\/p>\n
Saturday\u00a0came and she couldn\u2019t make it. She said something about her church having a seminar. Another church girl, I thought but when we spoke over the phone she had told me about her ex boyfriend and so I assumed she must have had sex with that guy so yeah\u2026 she couldn\u2019t be all churchy.<\/p>\n
After her failure to show up\u00a0on Saturday\u00a0I decided to not call her again until whenever she felt like it was necessary for her to call me. She called me a week later when this fine babe named Rosanne I had met some time ago at a club was sucking my dick. My dick was being sucked so passionately that I wondered how I managed to answer the call and not sound like my cock was being sucked.<\/p>\n
\u201cHello\u201d she said<\/p>\n
\u201cHey\u201d I answered. \u201cYou\u2026uhh..you called.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYeah, I did. Well, since you\u2019ve decided not to.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rosanne\u2019s tongue swept down the length of my cock to my cleanshaven balls and I suppressed a moan.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, yeah. I felt maybe you were busy with your church seminar\u2026and other things\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cReally, Joe? It was just for that day. I already apologized for that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOkay, I\u2019m\u2026sorry. I should\u2019ve called\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo what are you doing right now?\u201d Rosanne was removing her panty.<\/p>\n
\u201cUhm\u2026 nothing really. You?\u201d Rosanne was putting a condom on my cock.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m just sitting at home, bored. Can we have that dinner this evening?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDinner?\u201d was the only thing I could ask as Rosanne, squatting with her fat ass towards me, used her hand to guide my dick into her cooch and began to move.<\/p>\n
\u201cYeah, the one we were supposed to have a week ago?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOoooh, dinner. Yeaahhh\u2026 I remember now. Cool. This evening yeah?\u201d Rosanne was fucking me so good that I could feel my voice begin to quiver and my body temperature begin to rise.<\/p>\n
\u201cYeah\u201d she said \u201care you alright? You don\u2019t sound alright.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201creally? No. I\u2019m fine. I\u2019ll call you at\u00a05:00pm. Is that okay?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYeah,\u00a05:00pm\u00a0is good. Don\u2019t forget.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI won\u2019t.\u201d I replied and quickly ended the call and threw the phone away.<\/p>\n
To be continued…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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