barely think straight. And imagine he had to actually talk Persha into moving in, like her ass had any place else to go. He knew that at first his idea probably seemed crazy, but the plan really was best for everyone involved.
He’d thought about it for three days before presenting it to Persha. While Kelsa’s at work, he and Persha would sleep in the guest room. They’d get up, shower, get dressed, and head out for work together. By the time they left, Kelsa wouldn’t even be out of class for a few hours. Then by the time she was heading home, he and Persha would’ve already been halfway through their workday.
The way he had it figured out, he could get pussy day or night, or both if that’s what he wanted. If he could, he’d pat himself on the back for the plan any man would be proud of. Now all he had to do was figure out a way to continue to get head the way he liked it. As he sat thinking about his master plan, it was easy to begin reminiscing about the place he liked to call his euphoria.
Clarke eased back and closed his eyes. He was immediately transported to the midst of his favorite activity. His eyes beamed as the moist lips became shiny with spit and parted to welcome him in. To Clarke, there was nothing better than a deep throat lodged around his member. He knew he was rendered completely useless during these sessions.
He understood the power of an excellent blowjob, it could create and ease a throbbing hard-on if it’s done properly. There was no doubt; Clarke was always reduced to a whiney boy when he was deep down the throat. And an experienced sucker knows just how deep, how rough, how wet, and how long it will take to trigger the elusive eruption. When Clarke is being sucked off, he doesn’t mind releasing his power. He knows first hand that the tongue is a tool of teasing and torture, and his family jewels are at the mercy of a wet and wanting mouth. And when done right, the sucker is getting off on it just as much as he is, or maybe even more. Clarke didn’t just love head, he was a head connoisseur. The stronger the jaw, the wetter the mouth, the more he enjoyed it.
As if right on time, his cell phone rang, and it was Persha. Clarke shook off the images that left him trembling at the memory of the spectacular sensation.
"Where are you?" he said, clearing his throat.
"I’m leaving the mall. I had to buy some clothes and stuff."
"You’re not bringing a bunch of luggage are you?"
"Clarke, I didn’t have extra panties. Everything I have can fit in the trunk of my car."
"Okay, cool. So here’s the deal. We can go grab a bite to eat, then we can get you moved in and squared away. You feeling all right?" he asked.
It was times like this Clarke wished he could confide in his buddies, but honestly, he wasn’t sure if that was such a good idea just yet. He had already cleared room for Persha’s outfits in the back of the guest room closet. He was sure they’d be safe behind his winter clothes. Kelsa never even ventured into the room, much less the closet.
When Persha honked her horn, Clarke ran out to meet her in the parking lot and explained to her that they’d get her settled in after dinner. He wanted to treat her to a nice meal before they settle in.
At the Olive Garden he held the door open for Persha and two other women that were entering behind them. He then walked into the cool restaurant.
"You sure you’re okay with eating here? We can go somewhere else if you want?" he said to Persha.
"Nope, this is cool. I like their salad and breadsticks. Besides, a sistah could use a stiff drink."
"Well, a brotha got something stiff for you, but it ain’t got nothing to do with a drink," he whispered as they followed the hostess to a small table off in the corner.
A few minutes later the waiter came to take their order.
"Need more time?" he asked.
"Just a few minutes," Clarke said.
The waiter nodded, "Okay, I’ll be back with water in a few minutes." He turned and left.
Minutes
He’d thought about it for three days before presenting it to Persha. While Kelsa’s at work, he and Persha would sleep in the guest room. They’d get up, shower, get dressed, and head out for work together. By the time they left, Kelsa wouldn’t even be out of class for a few hours. Then by the time she was heading home, he and Persha would’ve already been halfway through their workday.
The way he had it figured out, he could get pussy day or night, or both if that’s what he wanted. If he could, he’d pat himself on the back for the plan any man would be proud of. Now all he had to do was figure out a way to continue to get head the way he liked it. As he sat thinking about his master plan, it was easy to begin reminiscing about the place he liked to call his euphoria.
Clarke eased back and closed his eyes. He was immediately transported to the midst of his favorite activity. His eyes beamed as the moist lips became shiny with spit and parted to welcome him in. To Clarke, there was nothing better than a deep throat lodged around his member. He knew he was rendered completely useless during these sessions.
He understood the power of an excellent blowjob, it could create and ease a throbbing hard-on if it’s done properly. There was no doubt; Clarke was always reduced to a whiney boy when he was deep down the throat. And an experienced sucker knows just how deep, how rough, how wet, and how long it will take to trigger the elusive eruption. When Clarke is being sucked off, he doesn’t mind releasing his power. He knows first hand that the tongue is a tool of teasing and torture, and his family jewels are at the mercy of a wet and wanting mouth. And when done right, the sucker is getting off on it just as much as he is, or maybe even more. Clarke didn’t just love head, he was a head connoisseur. The stronger the jaw, the wetter the mouth, the more he enjoyed it.
As if right on time, his cell phone rang, and it was Persha. Clarke shook off the images that left him trembling at the memory of the spectacular sensation.
"Where are you?" he said, clearing his throat.
"I’m leaving the mall. I had to buy some clothes and stuff."
"You’re not bringing a bunch of luggage are you?"
"Clarke, I didn’t have extra panties. Everything I have can fit in the trunk of my car."
"Okay, cool. So here’s the deal. We can go grab a bite to eat, then we can get you moved in and squared away. You feeling all right?" he asked.
It was times like this Clarke wished he could confide in his buddies, but honestly, he wasn’t sure if that was such a good idea just yet. He had already cleared room for Persha’s outfits in the back of the guest room closet. He was sure they’d be safe behind his winter clothes. Kelsa never even ventured into the room, much less the closet.
When Persha honked her horn, Clarke ran out to meet her in the parking lot and explained to her that they’d get her settled in after dinner. He wanted to treat her to a nice meal before they settle in.
At the Olive Garden he held the door open for Persha and two other women that were entering behind them. He then walked into the cool restaurant.
"You sure you’re okay with eating here? We can go somewhere else if you want?" he said to Persha.
"Nope, this is cool. I like their salad and breadsticks. Besides, a sistah could use a stiff drink."
"Well, a brotha got something stiff for you, but it ain’t got nothing to do with a drink," he whispered as they followed the hostess to a small table off in the corner.
A few minutes later the waiter came to take their order.
"Need more time?" he asked.
"Just a few minutes," Clarke said.
The waiter nodded, "Okay, I’ll be back with water in a few minutes." He turned and left.
Minutes
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