Good morning this is Kiki the first lady from 100.3 the beat. It's 9 am in the morning and I got a juicy handle yo scandal for ya.
As I laid in the bed listening to my favorite radio personality on 100.3 the beat. I started day dreaming back into last night's escapade while I laid there naked wet and moist on my red mink cover. Thinking of how seductive I was to get this guy for his money at the Chocolate Factory where I strip at. He was a decent light dude who was trying to be a baller. These types are always called wanna bees’. These are niggas who want to be like everybody but themselves they imitate others. They are very easy to control especially when they think they are baller’s. But he seemed a little tough. So I gave him a little approach that us strippers go for certain nigga's to snatch a lot of money from the one's who has it and more willing to give it up for the amount of nothing. As he whispered in my ear telling me he wanted me bad. I didn’t say anything because I didn’t have to say nothing. I just let my 36-24-48 do all the talking because that's what they all want right. They rather fuck us for five months and I don't get mine. Fuck that I'm going to get mine. Even if that means I got to get mine four times before his one. It doesn’t matter the size or how he performs because I have to perform first. I'll give him the tease blow job if he can handle me. By spitting and gagging all over his dick for fifteen minutes. If he enjoying himself, instead of not trying to cum. Then he might be able to come and control the sex. If I didn't mention before I'm Sara Ann Jones or you can call me Dangerous. The reason they say I'm dangerous is because the way I look, talk, and act. My problem in life is nigga's who can't act right by, cheating, nigga's not satisfied by a good sexual woman, two is an educated or decent nigga who can talk with common sense. I love a little ghetto but need to let them know you cannot and will not for the rest of my life HELL TO THE NAW!!!!!!!!!!!! Three is sex, a very important rule in my context. Nigga’s need to know this rule, If you can’t get me off with your hand, tongue or dick you is not the one for me because I can do it for myself and other nigga’s but they trend to never do it for me. And this is very important to me of course. Is that I’m addicted to sex. A lot of people say sex is over rated but are you fucking or are you making love, or just having plain sex. Sex is something for people to cherish together. Man anyways after I walked my light skinned ass to the bar to grab a drink. I noticed he be ginned to follow. So I turned around perfectly when he was behind me. I gave him straight eye contact. With my hazel eyes, of course a bitch like me is not going to let this wane be hit this for free. So as he approached me gradually. Once he came over to the bar, he put his hand on my waist close to my ass. He leaned over to talk in my ear because the music was so loud. The DJ was playing Mystical shake it fast. He asked, “What’s your name cutie.” Like he was smooth or something, I told him Dangerous
And asked for his he said Smooth
I just looked at him and thought there’s nothing smooth about this nigga. I had him buy me a couple of Vodka’s mixed with cranberry. He had a couple of Corona’s. We talked for a while. Then he said wanted to leave with me. Its goanna cost you I told him.
He gave me a look like he was running hell of good game. I gave him a look, had him lean over and said $2,500 for whole package.
He gave me a satisfying look and pulled out a wad of cash. I smiled grabbed his hand and took him to the back of Chocolate Factory quickly It’s more like a VIP section with bed’s and white silk covers for personal use for these occasions. I made him hand me the cash first I set it to the side. I quickly started to unbuckle his pants. I undid my bikini top so he can stare at my breast or even so he can stare at my breast or even suck on my 36D’s titty’s. I begin spitting and sucking on his dick slowly and gradually. He laid his head back and started moaning quietly. I could tell he was enjoying his self. He tried to put his hand on my head. I quickly stopped and told him don’t touch my hair. I hate when anybody touch my hair. I told him, “You can tell me if you want me to go faster, slower or if you want me to go faster, slower or if you want me to do something else but the rule of this occasion is never touch my hair or pull on it. Or we are with this session are we clear.”
“Yeah we clear, he said.”
I went back into gagging on his dick for another ten to fifteen minutes. I didn’t want him to do any work at all. He was just loving it, so I stood up while he was just sited there let him looked at what he thought he could handle. He was an average size so he might have potential. I turned my ass towards his face.
I begin to shake and he smacked my ass real hard.
It just turned me on. “Hey Mr. Smooth you got a condom,” I said.
“Of course I wouldn’t have it any other way,” he said. I moved my bikini bottom to side while he put the condom on. I was extremely wet by this point and to prove him I was, I put my finger between my pussy lips and tasted my wetness. He had a big ass grin on his face. With my back turned on him I had him slide his dick deep inside of me. He breathed heavily as I sat on him. I bounced on him slowly pounding on him while the DJ played “Slow Motion for me.” I just moved my ass to the steady beat. I’m just bouncing on him and it didn’t even feel like the condom wasn’t even on. I pretended as if he was somebody of interest I was fucking and before I knew it he have came while I have came.
I just laid back while he grabbed and messages my titties.
“That was decent my dude,” as I whispered in his ear.
“You should let me get your number
Baby girl you know how to treat a nigga.”
“Smooth isn’t it I don’t date trick’s who got to pay for pussy.
But I was happy for the rest of the night. I have come and gotten an easily two grand in forty five minutes and it wasn’t even the end of the night.
TWO
Dear Kiki,
In the mist of a July summer night, air full of sexual needs. I tend to my needs, my desires by grabbing my laptop and headed out to my parent’s back deck, just to watch some porn and go on my favorite blog site truthxclusive.blogspot.com to talk about my sexual stories and fantasies with others logged on to tease their sexual senses. This is my escape since a nigga haven’t gotten any for about six months. I know that’s a shame for single niggas but I’m not single not at all. It’s just my longtime girlfriend won’t give me none. That’s a damn shame since she don’t want to be cheated on and she constantly says “this relationship is forever”, were not married, and other bullshit. My girlfriend lies asleep in the house while I’m 10 minutes from beating my meat. We don’t talk as much anymore and that doesn’t make things any better. So as a man my sexual needs are not being fulfilled, what’s a brother to do? So right now I’m the hunter and electronic women are my prey for a quickie, a freaky conversation, just something.
I believe I’m an above average dude, slim build, height 6’1, weight 185lbs. I work out so I got a nice body. I have no idea what’s wrong with my relationship or my woman. As I wait for my laptop to boot up, I stood on the deck for a moment looking at the moonlight sky when I hear a door open. My next door neighbor’s daughter comes outside and walking towards the back deck, looks like she just coming in from a late night rendezvous. I always wanted to say something to this beautiful 5’8, caramel skin, 32C-26-34 chick. She always looks banging but tonight she looked different, more natural beauty, more exotic. Wearing her yellow Erykah Badu rag on her head, a skin tight dark green dress that showed off her bad ass shape, all that wooden jewelry, skin glistening looking like she just came from the Motherland.. This fine twenty year old gave me a look that told me to come over and speak. I wanted to but didn’t want to because all I was wearing was a royal blue basketball shorts and a G-UNIT muscle shirt to show off some muscles. Since I was so horny though and she gave me a seductive look with her waving her finger for me to approach her. I quickly jumped off my deck and slowly walked over to hers, got to keep my cool. She whispered softly into my ear, “I want your dick in my pussy right now.” Not the type to just put my dick into a woman so quickly, but damn I was horny. I didn’t have a condom but I wanted some so bad that if I didn’t fuck her fine ass, I probably found me a fat ugly ass chick from around the way. I do hate to rush sex but I don’t know when my girlfriend is going to try to come find me, think fast. I pulled her close to me, grabbed her by her hips and started caressing her thighs and started kissing her neck. I started sucking on her neck so I can leave some hickies so I can see her come out her house and I can remember this night of lust. As I was rub her thighs and slowly move y hands to that voluptuous ass. I felt her out and felt no panty line so I thought there was a thong but there was no thong, no panties at all. It seemed she planned for this opportunity. As I raised her freak ‘hem dress up just a little I started to play with her clean shaved pussy. I slid my finger in her slow as we kissed deeply. She was already soaking wet. Instead of sliding my stiff dick inside of her, I decided to eat her out like I never ate pussy before. First I pushed her slowly against the house, carefully picking her legs off the ground and lifting her above my shoulders covering my face. I stuck my long, wide tongue inside of her. As I listened to her moan I wanted her to beg for my dick. She started to rub and pull my short curly hair. I started to feel her legs begin to close shut and they begin to shake. I knew it was time when she said, “I want you in me now.” I wiggled out of my basketball shorts like a pro; a nigga didn’t have no underwear on either. I wanted her just as bad as she wanted me; I just didn’t want to make this quickie a real fast as quickie. As I lowered her slowly to my hips as she wrapped her legs around me. I stuck my long and curved dick inside of her. And we begin to fuck each other like we haven’t had sex in years; to me it was close to it. She’ll fuck me then and I’ll just take over. I knew I couldn’t hold her any longer, I was strong but not that strong. So I was still holding her, so as I carried her over to the rail. And I begin to go in and out, her legs shaking out of control. She began to scratch up my back and pull me closer to her. She suddenly let go of my neck and made me stop. She pulled down the top of her freak ‘hem dress and as she was doing this I was still inside of her moist, warm pussy that was dripping wet, right off my dick that is glistening like water. When she pulled down the top dress it was like heaven to me. Because there was no bra and a pair of 32Cs staring at me, I begin caressing them with my hands. She pulled my head towards her so that I could feed from her breast. Sucking, circling and kissing these soft pillows with my tongue, exploring. I went back into straight fucking her hard and slowly I wanted her to feel me inside of her stomach. She started to shake and as she shook, she grabbed me tightly but I wasn’t about to bust with no condom, damn it felt good. I tried to pull back but she pulled me close and wanted to feel me cum inside of her, we reached our peak and the rain begin to drip down her legs. Panting heavily like horses after a race, we said nothing. I pulled my limp dick out of her, she kissed me on my lips, stepped back and pulled down her dress and went into her house. I found my basketball shorts, pulled them up and walked backed to my back deck grabbed my laptop went into the house and went straight to sleep. I didn’t even care if my girlfriend could smell the sex on me.
The next day, about noon.
I logged on my favorite website truthxclusive.blogspot.com to read about other people’s sexual fantasies and when a new story posted this morning identical to the night of lust I just share with the girl next door. It was anonymous and titled “The best quickie I ever had.” I knew it was her, she wrote everything we did. So I printed her letter, went next door and rung her door bell. She answered the door looked at me and smiled. I showed her letter and she blushed, I said, “If you enjoyed the quickie you need the whole two hours.” She pulled me up by my shirt and we begin to kiss as we walked into the house.
Thanks for reading,
Log On
P.s. Kiki what should I do?
As I just got done to listening Kiki The First Lady on 100.3 The Beat.
On the radio in my silver Mercedes, yes I said Mercedes just because I’m a stripper who lives in E. Saint Louis, IL does not mean I can’t live ghetto fabulous and yes I live in the nice part of the hood of Emerson Park but who cares. No kids means no responsibility any way’s just got done listening to some juicy gossip, so I popped in some Raw Reese that nigga is raw and from the streets of E. Saint I put in that Street Credit vol. one. I automatically started bumping his hit single “618” that’s my jam that nigga be snapping.
On my way to meet my girls at the St. Clair mall in Fairview heights. It’s hard to hang out with a lot of women but if you do just hang with one or three. Because it’s four and y’all can stick with each other for fights and it’s easier to get rid of guys you can’t get rid of.
My girl Angel called my cell telling me I need to hurry up.
“Hello,” when I answered the phone.
“Girl we been waiting for you about an hour ago, where are you?”
“I’m five minutes away what’s the damn rush for?”
“Well girl its all sales and some fine men walking around and we might of find you a spot for your clothing store Envy and you need to get here a sap.”
“Girl I’m on hwy 64 now for me tell Jessica and Monique, I’m on my way where can I meet y’all yet.”
“We will meet you in the back of the food court.”
“Alright girl I’ll meet you there in a minute, I’ll talk to you when I get there.”
