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  1. Also by Omar Tyree
  2. Contents
  3. Under Pressure
  4. Still Strokin’
  5. Nightmares
  6. Celibacy
  7. Cock Blocking
  8. Sex Crazy
  9. Anything Can Happen
  10. Damn!
  11. A Lot to Think About
  12. Say What?
  13. Hypocrisy
  14. There Is Always Another One
  15. A Crowded Room of Women
  16. No Peace, No Pleasure
  17. Guilt-Ridden
  18. Turned Out
  19. New Tricks and Treats
  20. In the Closet
  21. The Mansion
  22. They Got Me
  23. Anything Goes
  24. Sexaholic
  25. Plenty of Options
  26. Back to Chaos
  27. Party Over
  28. A New Beginning
  29. Figure It All Out
  30. Epilogue
  31. About the Author

Oh shit, she’s nasty! She’s fucking nasty! I told myself. Yet I was helpless to stop her. I was too spent from her lemon meringue blow job. As much as I tried to squeeze my ass cheeks together to keep her tongue away, she continued her pursuit until I gave it up.

I’m not gonna kiss her ever again in her life! I told myself. I am not fucking kissing her!

Once she drove me crazy, she came back up for air and attacked my chest, sucking hard on my nipples.

Just don’t go near my lips, girl. Don’t go near my lips, I warned her in my mind.

I raised my hands up to my neck to protect myself just in case she tried to go any higher, but she didn’t. She went back down, licking my torso, and then into my pubic hairs before she toyed with my dick to make it hard again.

Then she started fondling around in her purse.

“What, what are you, what are you doing?” I stuttered.

“I’m getting out a condom. It’s my turn now. We’re not done yet. We got a long way to go.”

Oh God! I prayed. She’s gonna kill me in here!

She slid one of her ultrathin condoms over my new erection and eased herself down on me.

“Oh, Tee, this is nice and long and thick. I can work with this,” she told me as she worked herself up.

She grabbed both of my hands and placed them on her huge titties. “Come on, work ’em, daddy, work ’em. Put your sweet lips on ’em. Suck ’em good,” she told me while she rode up and down. “Suck ’em good, daddy, suck ’em good.”

I rose up as if I was hypnotized and did what she asked me to do. I put my lips and tongue on those beautiful round melons and sucked them individually, then I pushed them together and sucked and licked them as a pair.

Rachel grabbed my head into her brown melons and damn near suffocated me.

“Yes, daddy, yes! Suck ’em, daddy!”

That daddy shit sounded so real that I began to wonder where it came from. But I wasn’t gonna ask, at least not while she was bouncing up and down like a madwoman on my dick.

“Unnh, unnh, unnh, unnh…”

She was tearing my ass up all right. I don’t know how I was taking it, but she was sure feeling good.

Then she stopped bouncing up and down and started swishing her body sideways, like she was trying to rub me out or scratch a deep itch inside of her pussy.

“Oooh, oooh, oooh…” she moaned hysterically, while smashing her big-boned body into my chiseled frame.

Then she dropped her load and went bananas on me. She shook me around under her weight and came all over my helpless balls.

“AAAAAHHHHHHH, DADDY! YOU FUCK GOOD! YOU FUCK GOOD!”

I had barely done anything. All I tried to do was hold my weight underneath her.