Chapter 81

• A whore in need of a cock
• I love to fuck. I won’t lie. To me, there was nothing like a good piece of dick. I thought about it morning, noon and night. Dick, dick, dick. I wasn’t always able to get it. Well, that’s not true. Dick is always available but it’s not always quality dick. How many times have I had dicks that didn’t feel me up? Or if the dick was big enough, the dude who occupied it didn’t know how to fuck. I don’t mind being on top if it means me being able to bust a nut. But for the most part, I wanted to be controlled; dominated by my man.
• So I started hanging out at a nearby club. I knew a few of the guys there. The guys that I knew there had mediocre dicks. Rarely would let any of them fuck me but I would let them finger me and suck my tits and pussy often. Desmond was generally my go-to guy. He had a decent size dick and I had rode it a few times. But on this particular night, I wanted my pussy eaten. Like normal, Desmond was sitting at the bar. I walked over to where he was and sat on the barstool; ever so slightly spreading my legs. Desmond discreetly slid his hands between my legs to find my awaiting wet snatch. He ran his finger up and down my slit.