Contents of semen: Ascorbic acid, blood-group antigens, calcium, cholesterol, chotine, citric acid, creatine, DNA, fructose glutathione, hyaluronidase, lactic acid, magnesium, nitrogen, phosphorus, potassium, purine, pyrimidine, pyruvic acid, sodium, sorbitol, spermadine, spermine, urea, uric acid, vitamin B-12, and zinc.
And they have the nerve to say, “Milk does a body good!”
In case, you haven’t figured it out by now, I have a weakness for cum. To be even more specific, a man’s cum. I love everything about it, especially the taste. A man can never cum too much for me, and I can’t understand why any woman would not love to gulp it down. The concept of not swallowing is beyond me.
Sperm is a delicacy, especially when the man eats, drinks, and even smells certain things. The smells of pumpkin pie, lavender, licorice, and doughnuts increase blood flow to a dick. Alkaline-based foods such as meat and fish produce a buttery or fishy taste, while dairy products make a brother taste foul. Asparagus creates the foulest taste of all, so for goodness sake, never let your man eat asparagus. You following me?
Acidic fruits and alcohol make cum taste sweet. Yummy, yummy, yummy, I got cum in my tummy! Chemically processed liquors make cum have an acidy taste, and so on and so on.
Now that you know about my weakness for cum, let me tell you about my “cum daddies,” as I affectionately call them. I have two of them at present, Brandon and Travis. They are both good lovers, but that is not why I am with them. I fuck them both because I just love the way they cum.
Take Brandon, for example. He is a junior in college, a few years too young for me emotionally, but hell, I am not trying to walk down the aisle with him or no ridiculous shit like that. That’ll never happen.
I met him in the college bookstore. I am working on my doctorate in the graduate program and was looking for a textbook I needed when I spotted him in the next aisle. He had that look about him—the look an experienced sistah, such as me, can spot right away. The look telling me he could fuck his ass off. I targeted my mark, and as always, I hit the bull’s-eye and picked his ass up right then and there. The next night I invited him over to my place and tore his dick the fuck up.
I seduced him with little effort and had him sucking my toes within fifteen minutes after he hit the door. Young brothers are so pussy-controlled. You offer them some coochie, they are going to hit it whether you are eight or eighty, blind, crippled, or crazy. Like Run DMC said, “It’s like that and that’s the way it is.”
Brandon is one fine mutha fucka, though, and if he was a few years older, I might just marry his ass. Nothing wrong with an old ball and chain when it looks as good as him. He is five-ten, 185 pounds, medium complexion with light eyes. He has a nice build from working out four times a week. More like seven or eight times, if you include the three or four times he works out with me.
Our first night of sex was interesting, to say the least. I tied him to a dining room chair with his ankles bound and his hands tied behind his back with electrical tape and even covered his mouth with the shit, after taking off my panties and shoving them in his mouth first. Yeah, I am kinky like that. It’s not like he couldn’t breathe through his nose. So anyway, I rode his dick real good, like a wild horse galloping through the woods, until I could tell he was about to detonate, got off his dick, and extracted the catalytic fluid from him orally.
Let me tell you, I thought the man was going to have a freaking heart attack. When he came, he reminded me of a scene from a movie I had seen once. I can’t recall the name, but there was this scene where a couple had been bound and gagged by some masked intruders who later cut their throats and watched them bleed to death, shaking and quivering, until the end finally came. Not the best simile, but that is what Brandon looked like when he came, like a condemned man having a thousand volts galvanized into his system while strapped in an electric chair. Dayum, that shit turned a sistah on, and I came more than he did. And the cum, the cum was nothing short of remarkable. It tasted so dayum savory, like I knew it would. When a man eats a balanced diet and works out the way Brandon does, there was no way I could steer wrong with the cum.
That was our first night, our moment of glory. I was satisfied, and Brandon was pussy-whipped, and it was all good. I untied him, let him get in my bed and rest up some, and then woke his ass up with one hell of a blow job because I was still mad hungry. It has been five months now since we met, and I still have him wrapped around my little finger. Like I said, controlled by the pussy. They say this is a man’s world, but all of us women know the real deal. Every man from the flats of Compton to the White House is controlled by the pussy. This is a woman’s world. They are just squirrels trying to get a nut. Get it?
Now, let me tell you about my other “cum daddy,” Travis. He is older than me, but I still would never marry him because there is a certain idiocy about him and I don’t like his ways. I do, however, have a great appreciation of the way he fucks and nothing but love for the way he cums.
Travis and I encountered each other at an art gallery showing one evening. I was there checking out some abstract paintings by a young, up-and-coming black artist. He was doing the same. We started a conversation pertaining to one painting that showed the outline of a black couple. The woman was on her knees, as was the man positioned behind her, and he was eating her ass out.
Travis asked my opinion of it, and after looking back and forth between his refined ass and the painting, I told him the scene portrayed in it made me horny. You see, Travis is a fine-ass man, too, and fine-ass men who have that fuck-you-till-you-beg-for-mercy air about them simply thrill me.
Travis is not as built as Brandon. He is more slender yet very athletic as well. He is a daily runner who follows a strict vegetarian diet, except for when he eats me of course. He is as dark as they come, originally from the West Indies, six-two, 180 pounds, dark bedroom eyes, and a smile that is a bit crooked, and he has a pleasing disposition.
I asked him back to my place for cocktails, and he accepted after buying the eating-ass portrait for me. I have it hanging on the wall over my bed to this very day. We chatted into the wee hours of the morning, exchanging childhood stories and then bringing things up-to-date.
He was about to leave around 3 A.M. Or so he thought—but I wasn’t even having it. I told him that instead of heading home, he should stay and suck on some of my pussy. From the look on his face he was not accustomed to sexually uninhibited women like me, but he was dayum sure glad to finally run across one.
I led him to the bedroom, and we got butt-naked and became engrossed with each other’s sexual organs, caressing all the good parts. I decided to conduct an experiment on his ass. As a rule of thumb, I generally like to get straight to the fucking as soon as possible, but I decided to tempt fate that night and draw out the process.
I told Travis he couldn’t stick his dick in me until we played a game. I went into my bathroom and pulled out the basket of flavored oils I keep in my linen closet. I have quite a variety and proceeded to put a different flavor on various parts of my anatomy before I returned to the bedroom, where Travis anxiously waited for my return.
Then I laid out the rules of the game. He had to lick the different parts of my body and guess what flavor I had on each one. If he were to give a wrong answer, he had to get dressed, carry his sorry ass home, and take a cold shower.
I told him to lick my lips first, and he got that one easy. It was lemon. I told him to lick my neck, and after a moment’s hesitation, he figured out it was peach. My tits were next. One was sporting raspberry and the other vanilla. He named both. He lingered a bit on the right tit, though; giving me the feeling he was a breast man. After three months of fucking him, now I know for sure he is a breast man, ’cause he is always reluctant to let my nipples loose once he gets hold of them.
Next came my belly button. He recognized the chocolate taste right off the bat. Then he had to lick my inner thighs. The left one was strawberry and the right blueberry. This is when the game got tri
cky. I was beginning to think I would be faced with the decision of carrying through with my ultimatum. Would I really make his ass leave, or back down and give the pussy up anyway? Travis pulled it off though, getting both flavors right.
He had one last obstacle to cross to get the gold medal, though. That was figuring out what flavor was on my pussy. I thought it was easy, but his ass didn’t know the answer on the first few licks. My patience was growing thin! He kept licking and licking and still didn’t have a clue. So I gave him one.
“What is a nickname for pussy?” His ass still didn’t know, so I continued, “What word completes this sentence? ‘I am gonna bust her (blank)!’”
That was when I knew he was an idiot, so I told him that it was a fruit and had a stem. He finally figured out it was cherry, and the fucking began. The night took a turn for the better then, because Travis fucked my ass royally. He hit it from every direction. I told him to make sure to tell me when he was about to cum, ’cause I wanted to swallow it all. That turned his ass out, and he really started wearing this nana out.
He was fucking me doggy-style when he pulled out and told me he was cumming. I turned around faster than the speed of light and caught that cum like an action hero. It was a speeding bullet, and I was about to catch it between my teeth. Once again, I was right on the money: Travis is the king cum daddy. I swear his cum was like a forty shooting down my throat, tasted like cinnamon rolls. I know that sounds ridiculous, but it’s true.
As far as his cum style, Travis gets tens straight across the board for delivery, expression, and creativity. He always comes with such style and grace, like a gazelle prancing through a field of lilies. I am used to men making all kinds of noises and shaking like an earthquake when they come, but not Travis. He just lies there, as if in a trance, with glazed eyes and shallow breathing. His body freezes up like an Eskimo stranded on an iceberg without a coat. It is such a turn-on. I can’t get enough of it.
Well, now you know all about my two cum daddies. I don’t love them, but I lust them, and that’s just as good. Every time they cum for me, I lust after them even more. Cum is scrumptious, nutritional, and great for the complexion. “Cum does a body good!”
Kandi Kan Make U Kream
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For a good time, dial
1-900-694-KANDI
Don’t judge this book by its cover…cuz I’ll look like rated G but do you like XXX! The name is Kandi, and I have more dicks than a mutt has ticks. I am pleased to make your acquaintance. I don’t chase after nobody’s man; they come to me. I am always just a phone call away, and when a man calls, he gets to play out the wildest fantasy of his dreams.
There is only one drawback to what I do; I can only do it locally, since I act out live fantasies for my clients. I would much rather be an international lover, but all in good time. I am very particular about the type of men I service. If they are coming at me, they better come correct. If they have problems hanging in the bedroom, they better be taking yohimbe, zinc for men, ginseng, and vitamins plus drinking about a gallon of OJ and a dozen raw eggs on a daily basis.
I hate it when women step to me with all their self-righteous bullshit. Just out of spite, I will fuck their men. While they are out at the hairdresser or getting their nails done, I will be at their houses teaching their husbands, boyfriends, and baby’s daddies the horizontal lambada. Ain’t no shame in my game; chile, please. My legs stay open like 7-Eleven.
Basically, what I do is have phone sex with men and discuss their wildest fantasy. Once we play the whole thing out on the phone, I arrange to do it with them in real life as well. I will give you a couple of examples.
Osaze is this Nigerian guy who is happily married with kids. However, like most marriages, his is lacking in only one department; the sexual one. He had a fantasy about doing it in an adult bookstore, so one night I met him at this sleazy one in downtown NYC.
He was all the way in the back of the store flipping through some porno magazines. He spotted me but turned his back, pretending he did not recognize me. Truth be known, he had never actually seen me before, but I was wearing nothing but a black trench coat and some black stiletto heels, as per his instructions. The idea was to make love to a stranger. That was the big turn on.
I walked up behind him slowly and felt all eyes on me. The various perverts and the clerk at the counter were checking me out because not many women frequent the place. After I got all the way to him, I wasted no time pressing my stomach up against his lower back and reaching around with one hand to caress his dick. I must say I was pleasantly surprised at the size, because you never know. Men say one thing, but some quote numbers in centimeters instead of inches. Osaze was not fronting, though; he had said he was nine inches, and he was at least that.
I kept caressing his dick as I made my way beside him, pretending to be looking at mags as well. He took his hand closest to me and stuck it into the opening in my trench coat so that he could caress my thigh. I opened my legs a little more so he would have no trouble getting his fingers inside my pussy walls when the time came. I unzipped his fly and reached my hand inside his pants. He had no underwear on, so it was just skin against skin, and I loved the way his veins felt as his dick pulsated in my hand.
We never uttered one word to each other as he removed his fingers from my pussy and I, in return, removed my hand from his pants. He took me by the hand and led me over to a booth. A black velvet curtain was the only concealment. The booth was small and cramped, but we both managed to get inside and pull the curtain shut. It was one of those booths where you put a quarter in a slot to see a thirty-second porn movie.
He didn’t put a quarter in the slot but elected to unbuckle the belt of my trench coat instead. He pushed it back over my shoulders and completely off, letting it drop to a floor which was covered with dried-up cum.
Osaze looked deep into my eyes as I undid his pants and let them drop down around his ankles. Then he picked me up in the air and placed my back against the concrete-block back wall of the store. The wall felt cold against my skin, but it made me tingle all over. He started sucking on my breasts and tried to get some tongue action, but I pushed his head away from mine. I had made it clear that I never tongue-kiss clients. That is too personal.
I could hear some footsteps of people gathering outside the curtain, wondering what we were doing—as if their stupid asses didn’t know. Osaze put me back down on the floor and then turned me around so that my breasts were on the cold wall. Then, as agreed, he didn’t fuck in my pussy, but stuck his dick all the way in my ass instead. He could get pussy at home; brothaman came for the ass.
I had never taken a dick that big up my ass before, and I tried my best to keep my composure. However, once he started pumping his dick in and out faster and faster, I couldn’t hold it in any longer and started moaning extremely loud. In fact, my moans ended up drowning out all the other noise in the store. Curiosity got the best of all the men standing on the other side of the curtain, and one of them got bold enough to pull it back. There we were, exposed.
Osaze didn’t quit, though; he finished his business, and I never asked him to do otherwise. People watching him fuck me in the ass didn’t bother me in the least. In fact, if anything, it increased the pleasure.
He finally finished doing what he had to do and pulled his dick out of me just in time to shoot his hot cum all over my ass cheeks and down the crack. It trickled all the way down onto the floor and joined the rest of the cum spots that were already there. That was the first time I did Osaze, and as far as clients go, he is one of my favorites.
Then there is Wesley, a single brotha who just can’t seem to find a woman to satisfy his needs. So he pays me to do it instead. His biggest fantasy was to fuck on the Staten Island Ferry. We decided to do it late at night so that the ferry would be mostly empty and so it would be dark out and hard for others to see.
He wanted to experience fucking a woman with the waves crashing up against the sides of the boat. I met
him there, and we did just that. He was waiting for me on the uncovered area on the back of the ferry when I arrived. As he requested, I wore a skimpy sundress with spaghetti straps and no panties. I was freezing my ass off but figured once we got busy, I’d warm up.
When I walked up to him, he already had his pants undone and dick out, only covered up with a sweater. I looked around to see if any of the few other passengers or crew were looking, and then I leaned my head down toward his lap so I could suck his dick.
I went straight for the corona, a ridge on the bottom side of his dick, which is the G spot for men, and when I licked it, he fucking lost it. Then I started deep-throating his dick and humming on it as it hit the back of my throat and my tonsils. He started to say something but refrained. To me, the fun part of a fantasy is the silence, and we had talked enough on the phone. When most people fantasize, they don’t picture long, drawn-out conversations, so I try to make them as real to life as possible.
I kept sucking on his dick until my own saliva, mixed with his precum, was trickling out the corners of my mouth. He held the sweater over my head so people would not be able to see if they should walk by. After a good while, he came in my mouth and then told me it was time for me to take a little ride.
I got up and sat on his dick backward so that my back was to his chest. I sat down slowly on his dick until it was all the way up inside my stomach. Wesley is another well-hung individual. As I started riding his dick, he stuck a finger in my ass, and that only made me get more into it. He started slapping me on my ass, and since both his hands were busy, I decided to help myself along. Shit, just because I am getting paid doesn’t mean I shouldn’t cum also, so I started caressing both my breasts and lowered the straps on my dress.