TAKING ONE FOR THE TEAM

She sighed as she left the LA Fitness near Mitchelville, MD. Thirty-year-old Isis Hendricks was the manager there, which allowed her to work out to her heart’s content. She enjoyed her workout but now she saw her mobile phone ringing. It was her roommate, 29-year-old Stacie Richards, and Isis knew she probably was going to ask her to go on another double date.

Stacie was a serial dater. There was nothing wrong with that. Both she and Isis were single and very social. But Stacie always seemed to meet some guy she liked a lot but never wanted to go out with him alone. She had to make sure the dude had a homeboy for Isis.

This was the problem. Isis didn’t have a problem with double-dating, but the men she was supposed to be spending time with weren’t attracted to her. That was because Isis was a bodybuilder. She usually had more muscles than the men she was set up with. Isis simply didn’t feel like entertaining someone who was going to be rude to her.

 Stacie was into fitness as well. She was a personal trainer who worked out of the LA Fitness. But she had a much more feminine shape than Isis did and actually did some curve modeling on the side.

Isis hoped that Stacie wouldn’t be home when she got there. They shared a three-bedroom, roommate-style townhouse down the street on Route 214 in Largo. She was relieved when she didn’t see Stacie’s Nissan Maxima parked out front. She parked her Jeep Wrangler and went inside.

She took a shower and lay naked on her bed. She just knew Stacie was going to ask her to double-date. Stacie had told her about the guy she met online the previous week. The dude had slid into her DMs and they began talking. She was ready to see him now, hence Stacy blowing up Isis’s phone.

But would a date be such a bad thing for Isis? She liked being single but it had been a while since she had some good sex. Playing with her toys was starting to get old. Isis had a high libido although she was very selective about who she dealt with. But the only dates she had been on over the past three months were the heels Stacie hooked her up with.

“I guess I will have to see what she tells me,” she said to herself aloud.

She reached into her nightstand drawer and retrieved her toybox. She smiled as she took out her magic bullet and her seven-inch, silicone dildo. The pair never failed to bring her to orgasm.

She cupped her high, bouncy, 36DD-cup titties and pulled at her stiff nipples. She sucked in her breath.

“Ooooh… Yasss,” she moaned. She turned on her magic bullet and put the little egg against her swollen, enlarged clit. Her pussy began to melt. She moaned louder and slid the dildo into her hungry, neglected pussy. She began to dart the dildo in and out of herself.

The front door of the townhouse opened and Stacie walked inside. She had seen Isis’s Jeep outside and started to call out for her, then she heard a moan. She snickered. She was rubbing one out again, she thought. Okay, I’ll let her finish and then we can talk.

Isis’s pussy was beyond leaking. It was a good thing she had put down a towel before lying down on her bed. She pulled the dildo out of her pussy and inserted it in her ass. She began to cream anew. She loved how the dildo felt in her rectum and hoped one day to find a man with some serious dick for her ass. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she orgasmed and let out a low, husky moan. She came down from her cum and lay there in bed panting.

“Shit, I’m gonna need to take another shower,” she said softly, noting her sweaty body. She got up and went into her bathroom again.

Fifteen minutes later, her mobile phone rang and she looked at it. It was Stacie. She sighed and answered the call.

“Hey wassup?” she greeted.

“Are you done jerking off? Finish up and come down here. We need to rap,” Stacie said.

Isis was aghast. “You heard me?” she asked.

“As soon as I walked in the door. Girl, you’re loud when you play with yourself. You need some dick. Come on down here and hear me out,” Stacie said.

Isis sighed. Here we go, she thought. “Okay, I’m coming,” she said. She put on some yoga pants and a t-shirt and went downstairs.

Stacie was sitting on the sofa. She grinned at Isis, who waved at her. Isis came over and sat down beside her.

Stacie narrowed her eyes at her roommate. “Was it good?” she asked with a smirk.

“Fuck you,” Isis spat. “It was good enough for me.”

“If you weren’t so siddity, you would’ve gotten some dick by now,” Stacie remarked.

“I’m not like you. I just can’t put strange random dicks inside me willy nilly,” Isis said.

“Girl, please, I’m not loose like that. But I do like to fuck. I just like quality versus quantity,” Stacie said.

“Yeah right, so who is the lucky dude this time?” Isis asked.

“Actually, he’s one of my clients,” Stacie said. “He’s pretty cute and he wants to spend money on me. Sounds like a good time.”

Knowing the answer to her next question, Isis asked, “Okay, so where do I come in?”

Stacie smiled. “You know how we do. He has a homeboy who is coming out with us,” she said.

Isis frowned. “What do you know about this man, Stacie?” she asked.

Stacie frowned. “His friend? I don’t know. But my date says he’s nice. He doesn’t date much from what I was told,” she replied.

Isis sighed. “I don’t feel like being disrespected again on a date. That last dude you hooked me up with was an asshole,” she said.

Stacie squirmed. She remembered the double date. She got bad vibes from the time the dude saw Isis throughout the date. He couldn’t even be nice to Isis, he was so disappointed. Later on, Stacie heard him complaining to his friend about Isis. Stacie was so mad that she got Isis, and they both left the men hanging. So Isis wasn’t the only one who didn’t get any sex that night.

“Look… It’s not going to be like last time. I promise. I got a good feeling about this guy and his friend,” Stacie pleaded. “Come on, Ice. Take one for the team.”

Isis rolled her eyes. There it was. Oh well, what the fuck, she thought. It’s not like I have anything else to do. She sighed. “When?” she relented.

Stacie giggled. “Friday,” she said.

Isis nodded. “Okay. That’ll give me enough time to get one of my lackeys to close up the gym,” she said. She gave Stacie a warning look and pointed at her. “But Stacie, if this man is like the other men you’ve tried hooking me up with, I’m cursing him out and then you’re gonna be on my shit list,” she warned.

Stacie put her hand on Isis’s shoulder. “Trust me, you’ll be fine,” she said. “Thank you.”

“Okay, no problem,” Isis said. I hope I won’t regret this, she thought. Time will tell.

A bit further south in Clinton, MD, two good friends were moving boxes into a townhouse in a new community there. Bryan Fleming was 32 years old and worked with his best friend, 34-year-old Marcus Tillman. They were facilities technicians for WSSC. Bryan was moving into a new townhouse he had just bought in the community. Marcus was a homeowner as well. He had an older, single-family house in nearby Brandywine.

“My dude, I really appreciate you doing this for me,” Bryan was saying. He put down the final box they had taken off the U-Haul truck.

Marcus looked at him, his mind clouded with doubt. Bryan wasn’t referring to his friend helping him move. Marcus was going to be a date for a friend of a girl he was going out with on Friday.

“It ain’t nothing, Brah. I just hope she looks better than the last girl you tried to hook me up with,” he said with a chuckle.

Both men were happily single. Being gainfully employed and good-looking were pluses in the eyes of women in the DMV. Bryan and Marcus parleyed that into a fairly active social life and met numerous ladies. They weren’t man-whores, however. They just liked getting it in and keeping emotions at arms length.

Bryan asked Marcus to go out with him on a double date once before. He was seeing a serious stallion but the woman insisted on bringing her girlfriend along. She asked Bryan if he had a friend for her. That’s where Marcus came in.

But it turned out not to be a good night for Marcus. His date was a thick, curvy woman who was nice, but Marcus was not into at all. Marcus was a gentleman, though, and showed the woman a good time. The woman liked him and actually wanted to get a hotel room for some adult fun but Marcus passed. He was a fairly athletic guy and liked his women to be just as physically fit as he was. So with this date, he felt a degree of anxiety. He didn’t know what the woman looked like.

“Dogg, you don’t have any photos of the girl?” he muttered when Bryan first asked him.

“No, she doesn’t do much social media and likes to keep her shyt private,” Bryan said. “All I can say is that she’s not a fat bitch like the last one. I’m sorry about that, dude. I won’t do you like that again.”

Marcus laughed. “It’s all good, my dude. Shawty was nice and she wanted to give me some pussy. I just couldn’t do it, though,” he said.

Bryan laughed, “Don’t sleep on big girl pussy. That girl did have ass and some big titties. You could’ve had some fun. It ain’t like you fucking anyone these days,” he said.

“Fuck you,” Marcus said with a scowl. He had hit a dry spell lately and hadn’t had any sex in the past three months. That included the opportunity on the last date.

“You should’ve smashed,” Bryan said. “Nobody needs to know. Not even me.”

Marcus shook his head. “Nah Brah, couldn’t do it. Something will come through for me. Maybe this chick Friday will be down,” he said.  

Bryan nodded. “I’m sure Shawty will tickle your fancy,” he said.

I sure hope so, Marcus thought.

Friday rolled around and the women were getting ready for their date. Isis’s anxiety was building but she tried to keep her concerns at bay. She decided she would just tolerate the evening’s proceedings and put the night out of her mind. She sighed and came out of her room to go downstairs.

Stacie was already downstairs. She grinned when she saw what Isis wore, which was a tropical, multi-colored, short summer dress that clung to her curves. She also wore some beige, high-heeled sandals. Her dark hair was done in Egyptian braids that ran down her back.

“Wow, you look stunning,” Stacie said. “If dude doesn’t like you in that dress, he must be gay.”

Stacie wore a short summer dress as well but hers was a solid peach color that contrasted with her dark skin. She wore a few necklaces that accentuated her look and had clear sandals on her feet.

Stacie was much slimmer than Isis but both women were curvy. Isis was 5’8” and weighed 205 lbs. This was her off-season weight, and she never gained more than that. Stacie was 5’10” and weighed around 140 lbs. She had a much softer, model-like build. Both women were gorgeous as hell.

“Are you ready? We’re supposed to meet them at the Carolina Kitchen Sea & Surf in Bowie in about 20 minutes,” Stacie said.

“I’m good,” Isis said. “Let’s go.”

They took Isis’s Jeep to the restaurant and were a bit early. They went to the bar and ordered drinks. Stacie texted her date to say that they were at the restaurant and were seated at the bar. Bryan replied, saying that they were on their way.

The big-ass margarita Isis had helped to relieve her anxiety. She didn’t drink much so her tolerance was low. But she misplaced her give-a-fuck about the date, making it easier for her to have fun.

Fifteen minutes later, two well-groomed, handsome Black men strolled into the establishment and headed towards the bar. Bryan grinned as he saw Stacie and Marcus’s eyes bugged when he saw Isis.

“Dogg, is that her friend?” he asked in wonder.

Bryan stole a look at Isis and tried not to frown. He noted her wide shoulders and sinewy biceps and shook his head. He had failed his friend.

“Damn dude. Looks like it,” he muttered. “Come on.”

“Hey there,” Bryan said, greeting the women.

“Hi!!!” Stacie squealed and jumped up from her seat. She hugged Bryan warmly. They separated and Bryan pointed at Marcus.

“This is my boy Marcus,” he said.  

Marcus grinned at the women and waved hello. “Hi, ladies. It’s nice to meet you,” he said.

“Likewise, Marcus,” Stacie gushed, “This is my girl Isis.”

Isis smiled and reached out to shake Marcus’s hand. “Hi, Marcus. It’s nice to meet you as well,” she said.

“Cool. Well, I checked with the hostess and our table is ready,” Bryan said. “Shall we?”

“We shall,” Stacie said

The group was shown to their table and they sat down. The women still had their drinks and the men ordered beers. There was an awkward silence for a moment as everyone took it all in.

Stacie looked around as if she had just gotten to the restaurant. She was trying to keep from drooling all over Bryan and was failing miserably. Marcus had just arrived at the restaurant but he couldn’t take his eyes off of Isis. She was simply the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. He had to temper himself to keep from looking too desperate.

For their parts, Isis and Bryan had already locked eyes and gotten bad energy from each other. Bryan didn’t think Marcus would like Isis and felt like he had let his friend down. He obviously thought Isis looked like a man with all her muscles. Isis simply didn’t feel like being bothered and felt her anxiety returning.

“This is a nice place,” Stacie said. “I didn’t know this was here. Did it just open up?”

“Yes, I think it has been open since June,” Bryan said. “This is my first time here but I heard good things about it.”

“I have to watch my girlish figure but I love Carolina Kitchen. It’s my favorite cheat place,” Stacie said with a laugh.

“Facts,” Marcus said. “I’ve been eating at the spot near the Magic Johnson theater for years. I’ll never stop going here.”

Isis smiled. Marcus seemed down-to-earth and sweet. She decided not to judge him based on his friend’s stank attitude. She grabbed the menu.

“This all looks pretty good,” she said, looking over the menu “Looks like I’ll be putting a couple of extra hours in the gym after this meal.”

They all laughed and that broke the ice a bit. Dinner was pleasant and then it was time for the couples to go their separate ways to handle more intimate matters. Stacie was so wound up that she couldn’t wait to get her hands on Bryan. She expressed this when she and Isis went to the ladies’ room.

“You’re not coming back home tonight, are you?” she asked hopefully.

Isis rolled her eyes. “Damn, Stac… Why can’t he get a hotel room?” she countered.

Stacie shrugged. “I want to make things easier for him,” she said.

“So what am I supposed to do?” Isis asked with a frown.

“Aren’t you feeling, Marcus? He looks like he’s into you,” Stacie said.

Isis sighed. She really hadn’t paid much attention to him. But he had been pretty nice. Now that the couples were going to separate, she could feel him out a bit more. She nodded her head.

“We will see,” she said. “Come on.”

They went back out to their table. The men had already taken care of the bil and were ready to go. Stacie went over and hugged Bryan. They eyed each other, knowing what they wanted to get into next. Stacie looked at Isis and nodded. She turned to Bryan.

“Come on, let’s go somewhere and have some fun,” she said giddily.

“After you,” Bryan said with a grin. The couple exited the restaurant.

Marcus looked at Isis and studied her. The woman was gorgeous but he saw a lot of sadness in her eyes. He had an idea of what was wrong but he didn’t want to push. He would feel her out.

“Hey, why don’t we go to the bar or get a table over there and have a couple of drinks?” he offered.

Isis shrugged. “Sure,” she replied. “Let’s go.”

They went over to the bar and asked for a table. After they were seated, a server came over to take their drink orders. Isis had another margarita and added an extra shot of Patron. Marcus ordered a Corona. The server left to get their drinks.

“So…” Marcus began. “Where do you think those two went off to do?”

Isis snickered. “Well, I’ll give you a clue. My roommate asked me to stay away for a few hours soooo…” she answered.

“Oh dayum!” Marcus gasped and laughed. “Your roommate is like that, huh? She means business.”

Isis rolled her eyes. “She’s a horny freak. She had been looking forward to this night all week. She couldn’t wait to get her hands on your friend,” she said.

“And she had to drag you along, huh?” Marcus asked.

Isis didn’t answer. The server brought them their drinks. Isis took the extra shot and poured it into the margarita. She mixed it in and took a big gulp. She licked her lips, relishing the taste.

“Mmmm… That’s good,” she said.

 Marcus eyed her with shock. He knew with her physique that she wasn’t a big drinker. She would be sauced in no time. He began to think she was only tolerating him and that stung a bit.

“Am I such bad company?” he asked.

Isis looked at him blankly and then she heard her phone chirp. She looked at it and saw it was a text from Stacie. She and Bryan had booked a hotel room for the night so she wouldn’t be home. Isis smiled. She could go home now. Then she remembered Marcus. She looked up and saw the frown on his face.

She felt bad. Of all of the fucked up double dates she had been on with Stacie, this dude was the nicest and he didn’t deserve a stank attitude from her.

“I’m so sorry, Marcus,” she said. “It’s not you, it’s me. Let me explain.”

Marcus sipped his beer and watched her. “Okay, go on,” he said.

She hesitated before continuing. “Men don’t like… women like me,” she said softly.

Marcus’s eyes narrowed. “Women like you?” he asked.

Isis smiled grimly. “Yes, women like me. Buff women. Muscular women. I’m a bodybuilder,” she said.

Marcus nodded. She said it. Now that it was out in the open, he could express how he really felt.

“When I first saw you, I noticed those lats, deltoids, and triceps. I suspected as much,” he said. “But as the night went along, I saw how disinterested you were in the whole situation. I began to think that you were dragged along on this date, much like I was.”

Isis laughed. “Your friend begged you to come out, too?” she asked.

Marcus nodded. “Yes. And this isn’t the first time. He’s pulled me along on another date that didn’t end so well for me,” he said.

“What happened?” Isis asked.

Marcus squirmed. “Let’s just say that there wasn’t a mutual attraction between the lady and me. She wanted to take me home with her but I declined,” he said.

Isis gave him a mean look. “How superficial of you. I’m sure that made her night,” she said, derision dripping from her voice.

“Oh, I was polite to her. The whole date. Showed her a great time. I think that’s why she wanted to take me home. But I just wasn’t attracted to her,” he replied. He held out his hands in protest. “What could I say? Would you have sex with a man you weren’t attracted to?” he asked.

Isis nodded. He had a point. And he said he wasn’t mean about it. Then again, pussy doesn’t have a face and most men would’ve taken advantage of that situation.

“Okay, I get it,” she said. “But on my dates, the men were very nasty to me. So this time, I just didn’t feel up for it. I told myself to just have fun and go home but your boy’s attitude toward me killed my mood.”

Marcus looked down and shook his head. “Yeah, Bryan can be a bit of a dick sometimes,” he said.

Isis shrugged. “And Stacie is very superficial. A match made in heaven,” she said.

Marcus chuckled. He loved her sense of humor. “That’s funny,” he said. He stared at her. “Isis, you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. And that’s real talk,” he said.

Isis stared at him blankly. “Wait… W-what?” she stammered.

“I mean, you have to know that you’re beautiful,” Marcus said. “Look at what you’re wearing. That dress? Against your beautiful, chocolate skin tone? I’m having to fight drooling all over myself.”

Isis finally smiled. “I didn’t think that you liked me. I was so used to men rejecting me because of my muscles that I looped you in with the rest. And when Bryan started looking at me sideways, it kinda closed the deal. I’m sorry,” she said.

“Bryan doesn’t speak for me. And as I said before, he can be a dick,” Marcus said. “Do you know who you remind me of? Dayana Cadeau.”

Isis’s eyes got big. Dayana Cadeau was a goddess to her. And she reminded him of her? That he even knew who she was turned her on something fierce.

“Oh my…” she panted. “Please forgive me for my stank attitude tonight.”

Marcus smiled and made a sign of absolution with his hand as if he were a priest. “You are forgiven, my child,” he said.

Isis smiled and giggled. She blew out a sigh. She then picked up her margarita and gulped it down savagely. She put down the glass and licked her lips. “Yummy,” she said.

Marcus smiled. “You’re feeling pretty good, right now, huh?” he asked.

Isis nodded. “Pretty good, especially now that Stacie said she and Bryan got a hotel room,” she said. “I can go home now.”

Marcus tried not to frown but he was disappointed. He really wanted to see this woman’s body. “Okay,” he said. “I’ll take you home.”

Marcus drove Isis home and pulled into a visitor’s spot near her townhouse. Isis didn’t say anything as they sat there. Then Marcus cut off the ignition of his car.

“Well, tonight has been fun,” he said. “For me anyway.”

Isis swallowed and looked up at him. “Do you really think I’m attractive?” she asked. “Most men don’t like women who could bench press them.”

Marcus laughed raucously. “You could bench press me? I’m 6 ft and weigh 230 lbs,” he said.

Isis smiled nervously. “I’m 5’8” 205 but yes, I could bench press you,” she said.

Marcus grinned. “You’re a powder keg, huh?” he observed. “A real tiger.”

Isis looked at him. “Yes, but I’d rather be a demure, subservient submissive,” she said. “I’m always surrounded by people marveling at my muscles. For once, I want someone to manhandle me and make me bend to their will.”

“Well now,” Marcus said. “Ask and ye shall receive. If that’s what you want, I can give it to you.”

Isis smiled. “Then I’m all yours tonight,” she said.

Marcus grinned lecherously. “Now that’s wassup,” he said. “Lead the way.”

They got out of Marcus’s car and went into the townhouse. Isis was still a little nervous as she led him up the stairs to her room. They went inside and faced each other.

Marcus could finally touch her. He pulled her close and moaned at how surprisingly soft she was. He leaned down and kissed the nape of her neck.

“My God, your skin is so soft,” he moaned. “And you smell so sweet.”

Isis smiled at how he gushed over her. He lifted her chin and kissed her passionately. Isis was heated and opened her mouth. Their tongues sought one another aggressively. Isis was hyperventilating.

“Oh my God, you got me so hot,” she gasped. “Please take me.”

“Oh, I will, baby,” Marcus breathed. He reached down and picked her up around her waist. He turned and put her down on her bed. He climbed on the bed between her legs.

“But first, I want to enjoy this body,” he said. “Take off this dress.”

Isis watched him take off his shirt and throw it aside. She pulled her dress up and off her shoulders. She threw the dress aside and lay back on her elbows. Marcus’s predatory look on his face told her that he was preparing to devour her.

He leaned down and kissed her again. He kissed down the nape of her neck and shoulders, languishing on her deltoids. He marveled at her arms, kissing her biceps and triceps. Isis moaned and cooed her satisfaction.

Isis didn’t wear a bra under her summer dress and now her high, bouncy, 36DD-cup titties sat up. They were begging for attention. Marcus cupped them together and took one of the long, stiff nipples into his mouth. Isis cried out as he sucked on the little nub.

It had been so long since Isis had her titties handled by someone other than herself. She was loving it. Her pussy was in overdrive and creaming. Marcus went to the other nipple and suckled it as well.

He started working his way down her taut abdomen, licking the contours of her muscles. Isis pushed off her panties and breathed hard in anticipation. Marcus picked up her legs and pushed them back wide. He eyes her fleshy vulva and swollen clit.

“My goodness, look at this fat-ass pussy,” he moaned. “It looks so juicy and sweet. I have to taste it.”

He buried his face in her snatch and Isis lost control of her body. The orgasms started coming in waves and there was nothing she could do about them. Her body quivered in delight.

“Dayum, you have a big-ass, suckable clit,” Marcus moaned. “I could lick on that thing forever.”

Isis squirmed. She believed him, judging from his licking so far. As much as she massaged her clit with her toys, they didn’t cum close to this man’s rattlesnake tongue. She ran her hands through his hair and moaned softly.

Marcus slurped on her labia and jabbed his tongue inside her. Her nectar flowed freely onto his tongue. He jabbed his tongue in and out of her and felt her sugarwalls desperately grab at it. He sat up and wiped his mouth.

“Dayum, that pussy is hungry as fuck,” he said. “Fucking venus fly-trap.”

Isis giggled. “She needs attention,” she said breathlessly.

“Fa sho,” Marcus said. “I’m gonna give it to her.”

He undid his jeans and kicked them, along with his boxer briefs and shoes off. Now naked with his thick, girthy, eight-inch dick dangling, he climbed onto the bed looking at her as if he were a hungry lion about to devour his prey.

Isis saw his dick and her mouth watered. She had to know how he tasted. But that thought was erased when he roughly grabbed her legs and pulled her close to him. She yelped helplessly. He pushed her legs back to her shoulders, bending her backwards. He held her legs like that and buried his face in her pussy again. He slobbered in her lovepie, making Isis cream in orgasm again.

Isis was pretty strong but so was Marcus. He held her legs in place, keeping her from turning her hips or moving. She felt his tongue enter her asshole, making her moan loudly.

“Oh my God, your tongue is in my ass!!! It feels so good!!!” she cried.

Marcus’s head rose and he grinned. “Oh, so you like it in your ass, don’t you?” he asked.

Isis giggled. “Baby, I haven’t had dick in so long, I don’t know what I like,” she panted. “All I know is my toys. But I’m open.”

Marcus let go of her legs and she lowered them to the bed. He sat back on his haunches and looked at her.

“Show me where you use your toys,” he said.

Isis cupped her titties with one hand and crept the other one down between her thighs. She massaged her clit and stuck a couple of fingers in her dewy lovepie. Marcus growled and stroked his rock-hard dick.

“Here and here,” Isis said. “I have a vibrator and a dildo. Sometimes, I put my dildo in my ass while I buzz my clit. That makes me cum really fast.”

“Good to know,” Marcus said, smiling.  

Suddenly, she sat up and got on her knees facing him. “Did you taste my cum?” she asked.

Marcus was surprised by her question but the look on her face was so sexy and seductive that he didn’t mind answering.. “Yes, I did. And it was delicious,” he said.

“I need to know how yours tastes,” Isis said with a hopeful smile on her face.

Marcus’s eyes got big. “You want to know how cum tastes?” he asked.

Isis nodded. “Yes, I want to swallow it. Make me swallow it,” she said.

Suddenly, Marcus’s already rock-hard dick began to throb. The idea of him exploding in that beautiful mouth began to consume him. He wordlessly got off the bed and stood near it, stroking his throbbing dick. He pointed to the floor in front of him.

Isis understood the assignment. She got off the bed and knelt in front of him. Her eyes danced as she looked at his thick, hard dick in his hand. She reached up to grab it, but Marcus knocked her hand away. She looked at him in confusion.

“If you want to be a throat-goat, you need to train your throat. You feed it and you do NOT use your hands. Your mouth and throat need to do the work,” he said.

Isis nodded. “Show me,” she said.

“Your mouth needs to be wet. Just like a woman likes for her pussy to be licked by a wet tongue, men want a really wet mouth to put their dicks in,” Marcus said. “Stick your tongue out.”

Isis nodded and stuck out her tongue. Marcus’s eyes bugged. Her tongue threatened to touch the bottom of her chin. His dick got even harder and he felt dizzy.

“Oh my God, that tongue is beautiful. I’m gonna cum so hard down your throat,” he said softly..

Isis grinned widely. He was making her feel soooo very sexy and nasty. She was loving it.

“Thank you, Baby. Don’t tease me. Give it to me,” she cooed and stuck out her tongue again. Drool pooled on the tip and dripped down to the floor.

It was the straw that broke the camel’s back and Marcus couldn’t hold his nut back any longer. He grabbed the back of Isis’s head and rammed his throbbing dick into her mouth. His body began to tremble.

“Oh God…” he moaned, his head falling back and his mouth wide open.

He got his dick balls deep in her throat and exploded. Isis’s eyes got big and she coughed violently. She swallowed as much of his seed as she could and the rest fell out the sides of her mouth.

Marcus pumped her mouth a few more times, and his spent dick fell from her lips. He staggered back and bent over with his hands on his knees.

“FUCK, I gushed down your throat,” he panted.

Isis looked down at her titties, which were splattered with her drool and his cum. She felt like such a nasty slut and her pussy was beyond wet. She looked at him lecherously and crawled up to him. She grabbed his dick and gulped it into her mouth. She began to suck him greedily.

“Oh my God…” Marcus moaned. She was swallowing his whole dick but it responded to her touch and started to harden again.

Marcus stared in amazement at this goddess who had him hard again a few minutes after he nutted his soul out down her throat.

I’m going to marry her, he thought.

He let her suck to her heart’s content and she never touched his dick with her hand. She just bobbed her head back and forth, sloppily coating his dick with her drool. She didn’t get all of him in her mouth but she didn’t have to. She had more than enough of his dick in her throat and he had to stop her because he was about to cum again.

“Oh my God, Isis…” he moaned, pushing her head away. “That’s good, baby. I was about to cum again.”

Isis was disappointed but she smiled. “Thank you, Baby. You taste as good as I imagined,” she said.

Marcus shook his head. “When we are done, you are going to tell me who these pricks are who made you feel ugly. I am going to visit them and fuck them up,” he said softly. “You’re a goddess, point blank. Get up there on the bed and bend over.”

That lion-like look came in his eyes again and Isis got up. She crawled onto the bed on her knees and got her luscious ass high in the air. She looked back at him for approval.

Marcus came up to the edge of the bed and grabbed her hips. He pulled her closer to him and clasped her thick, muscular but juicy glutes in his hands. They were not hard at all and he squeezed her Charmin lovingly. Isis squealed in pleasure and looked back at him demurely. She was enjoying the way he handled her.

Marcus spread her open and dove his face into her snatch. He began to lap her pussy savagely. He then jabbed his tongue in her asshole. He felt her body tremble as her pussy creamed anew.

He needed to feel her pussy now. “Do you have any condoms?” he asked.

Isis reached into her nightstand drawer and pulled out a box of condoms. She tossed it to him. Marcus opened the box and took one out. He opened it and rolled it down over his ready, hard toolie.  

Marcus rubbed his gloved dick on her pussy and eased himself in. Her sugarwalls immediately attacked his shaft, and they began to fight. He grabbed her hips and began to deliver deep, hard strokes.

Isis let out a loud, husky wail and grabbed the bedsheets. Her head fell to the bed and she buried it in the pillows.

“OOOOOOOOOOHHHH FUUUUUUUUCCCCK!!!” she screamed.

Marcus continued to pound her out and he moaned loudly as well.

“DAYUM girl, you got that FIRE!!!” he hollered.

“Baby, let me ride it! Please!” Isis pleaded.

Marcus pulled out of her and sat down at the head of the bed. “Climb on,” he said, holding up his dick.

Isis straddled him and impaled herself on his meatsick. Her head fell back and her mouth opened as she impaled herself. She rocked her hips and creamed all over his dick. She dug her nails into his shoulders and bounced harder on him.

“OH MY GOD, IT FEELS SO GOOD IN MY PUSSY!!!” she screamed.

She stopped bouncing and started rocking her hips again. Marcus smacked her cheeks with both hands. Isis stopped rocking and looked down at him.  

Marcus looked up at her. “What’s wrong?” he asked.

Isis raised herself off his dick and repositioned his dick to her asshole. She eased up and down on his dickhead until her asshole crowned and opened. She let out a low moan as his dick entered her rectum.

“Oooooh shit, my pussy is bubbling…” she moaned. “It feels so good in my ass.”

Marcus wanted to pound her ass doggy-style and let her ride for a while. She did feel good, thorough. And her titties looked amazing, bouncing crazily as she leaned back riding his dick. He felt her cream all over his nuts.

“FUCK Isis, I need to hit this doggy-style!” he gasped.

Isis stopped immediately and jumped off his dick. She ripped the condom off his dick. He looked at her in alarm.

“You’re ready to cum,” she said. “Put that dick in my ass and coat my walls.”

She bent over with her ass up in the air. Marcus stared at her arch and felt his nut rising. He got behind her and shoved his dick into her rectum. He began to pump for dear life. Isis wailed loudly and her pussy spurted love juice.

“GYAT…” Marcus screamed and threw his head back. He erupted and flooded her ass with his man-juice. He kept pumping and cum splattered with every thrust all over her cheeks and his pubes. They both cried out in ecstasy.

They both fell on the bed and breathed hard. Neither of them could speak for a while. Finally, Isis looked at Marcus.

“You made me squirt. That is a first for me,” she said.

Marcus grinned. “I’m sure you do it more now that you know what it takes to do it,” he said. “How did it feel?”

Isis smiled. “It was wonderful. It’s a lot different than a regular orgasm. I was floating,” she said. She took his hand and looked at him. “Thank you for making me feel beautiful, sexy, and nasty. That is what I call fucking,” she said with a smile.

Marcus had to laugh at that. He shook his head. “Well, you made it easy,” he said. “Because you are all of those things and then some.”

Isis grinned.. “Thank you, Baby,” she said. They embraced and held each other.

Meanwhile at a room at the Hilton, Stacie’s sloppy, wet mouth was filled with Bryan’s hard dick. She had already drained two nuts from him and was working on a third. Suddenly, her mobile phone chirped. She cut her eyes over to the nightstand where it lay. She spat Bryan’s dick out and grabbed her phone.

Annoyed, Bryan glared at her. “Fuck that phone. Who is it ?” he spat.

Stacie smiled. It was a text from Isis.. It said: Hey, no more double dates for me. I’ve found my Prince in Marcus.

She looked at Bryan. “It appears that your boy made quite the impression on Isis. They’re an item now.

Byran was shocked. “Wow, he was into her?” he gasped. “I thought he’d be mad at me for putting him with her.”

Stacie narrowed her eyes at him. “Why would he be mad? Isis is gorgeous. He’s lucky to have her,” she said.

Bryan grinned and rolled his eyes. “C’mon Stacie,” he said. “The bitch looks like a WWE wrestler. A male one.” He chuckled at his own joke.

Stacie glared at him. The dude was fine but he was arrogant, too. She overlooked it because he gave her orgasms. Talking shit about her friend crossed the line and she couldn’t deal with it anymore. She got off the bed and got dressed.

Bryan was aghast. “Hey, where are you going? My dick is still hard,” he exclaimed.

Stacie grabbed her phone and her purse. “Your dick is good but not that good. Goodbye. Lose my number,” she said, and gave him the middle finger as she walked out of the hotel room. She went downstairs and called an Uber to go home.

 Isis had a big smile on her face as her head lay on Marcus’s chest. He was knocked out and she was trying to sleep. However, she was too excited. She actually was thinking about sucking his dick again but she didn’t want to wake him.

Her phone chirped, and she picked it up. Stacie had replied to her text. It said: Yaaay!!! I’m so happy for you and I won’t bother you for dates anymore.

Isis grinned. Her time had cum.

END