Oral Otis

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.