What’s not to love about Otis? Six foot three, muscular. Head shaved
clean, showing off smooth brown skin, neatly trimmed goatee.
Brilliant, expensive car, nice apartment. Oh yeah, and he eats pussy
like a champ. Whoever tells you black men don’t eat pussy, don’t you
believe it for a second.
When we first started going out, Otis would tell me all the time what a
strong tongue he had, and how his jaws would never get tired. He said
he could eat a woman out for hours, and she’d get tired before he did.
I thought he was just talking a line, of course, and the fact is, it’s
notoriously difficult to make me come, so I didn’t believe he’d be any
different than any of the other men who had tried.
But then he stripped down, showing off his muscular ebony body, spread
my legs, and parted my labia with his fingers. When he sucked my clit
into his mouth, I was hooked. He used his lips and his teeth and his
tongue, alternating. First he wiggled it between his lips, then he
flicked his tongue over it again and again, and then he lightly scraped
his teeth over it. I felt my thighs trembling, and when I felt his
teeth brushing over my clit, I exploded in a series of small orgasms.
He smiled., obviously pleased with his talents, and took a deep breath.
His goatee tickled against my pussy lips as he pressed his face
against my cunt again. Otis started again, from the beginning. First
his lips, then his tongue, then his teeth. He slid one finger into my
pussy, wiggling it lightly, further and further in. He pressed lightly
against the walls of my cunt, feeling for my G-spot.
By the time he found it, I was feeling like I was going to come, and a
big one this time. I moved down slightly on the bed, rubbing my cunt
against his lips, pushing my clit even further into his mouth. He kept
his finger against my G-spot, rubbing gently as he worked his tongue
over my clit. Now he was lapping in long, slow strokes. I shuddered,
placing my hands on his smooth, bald head, and worked my hips up
against his mouth.
“Yeah, baby,” Otis whispered, his breath sliding warm into my pussy.
He slid his tongue into my slit along with his finger and then licked
his way back up to my clit. He must have been eating me out for a good
half an hour and he showed no signs of tiring. I was breathing
rapidly, and as Otis pressed his finger more firmly against my G-spot,
I exploded in an enormous climax.
My thighs were shaking, my tits were bouncing, my clit was throbbing,
and my cunt was squeezing against his fingers. I cried out in
pleasure, moaning again and again. Otis was good, he kept licking my
clit, keeping my orgasm going. When he finally pulled away, my entire
body was trembling. I moaned again, looking down at him, his lips and
goatee shining with my juices.
“I told you I was the best,” Otis said.
“Yes you are,” I said, wrapping my legs around him and pulling his hard
cock inside me.
