One good afternoon ...

'' I 'm coming ... I 'm coming ... ''

'' come in my rima oris ... I want to taste that big blackened turncock ... mmmmm ... ''

She sucked deeper, then picked up speed while jerking me off. She began to deep-throat. It was then when I shot my juices ...

'' Ughhhhhhhhhhh ... '' I said, relieved.

She seductively started to suck off my leftover juice. She took my still-erect member out of her mouth.

'' Mmm ... '' She said, licking her pinko, chubby lips of seed. `` You like that ? ``

'' tinker's damn, daughter. I missed that sass of yours. ``

'' Did you ? Well, I missed your big Joseph Black cock, '' She said, smiling. I could n't help but smile back.

Let 's go back awhile, shall we ? This one is an enigma of sorts because I had kind of a love/hate relationship with her. I first saw her on my college theater of operations trip with her unspoiled protagonist. Now, I only knew about five people on the trip. These two stuck out. They were the epitome of the Word `` BFFs ''. They were inseparable. One was very pretty, full-bosomed, got the boys'attention in multiple slipway. She was tomboyish and just like one of the guys. Her name was Ashley. ( Her tale comes later ) Our cleaning lady is pretty cute. Not ugly but not drop dead gorgeous. She did n't have eye-popping curved shape like her Quaker, which she admits. But the thing about her was : There was always something. Something about her that I could not figure out. This is called `` The narrative of The mantrap. ``

Now, why the byname `` The Sweetheart '', you ask ? Good head. It 's simple. She is the sweetest bitch you will ever meet. She takes pridefulness in that. When we officially met, I was trying to fancy out hoi polloi and trying to be social. I was cracking jest in there to my friends on the football team when she chimed in :

'' Chad, shut up. Your jokes are played out. ``

At that moment, I got pissed off for about three sec. Then I quickly composed myself :

'' Okay. I 'll shut out up. I 'll shut up, '' I said while cursing her out under my breath.

former days, we would throw no offspring and sometimes we would laugh and talk together. She even sang to me once. She had a surprisingly good voice. I was mystified. Had I become draw to her ? If so, how ?

As the year went on, I began to find things about her. For example, her eyes were light brown. I had never looked in a young lady 's eyes before then. How, I do not know.

One day, our Sweetheart asked me to bestow me some money. Now, I am a product of my environment. My grandad once said : `` Never trust anyone around your money. '' So, when she asked me this :

'' chad, can I adopt a few dollars ? ``

I said, `` For what ? '' exasperatedly.

'' I 'm going to Jack later, silly ! '' she said. ( Short for diddly-shit In The Box )

I reluctantly looked in my semi-empty wallet and lent her the money.

'' You have two days to convey me back my money, '' I said in my sober voice.

'' Relax. You think you 're a pandar ! '' She said, playfully hitting me.

She went on to talk to her friend Ashley who was not far from earshot when I heard the phrase softly :

'' Do you want to see what variety of pantie I have on ? ``

I jerked my school principal along with my phallus. The peach showed them to her. Ashley told her in detail. I was hard. I escaped out the room access while I could and looked down.

'' Down, boy. Down, '' I said quietly to my erection. I started to take the air it off. All of a sudden, the threshold opened. It was The Sweetheart. She looked down at my jeans. Her ever-so-observant eyes lit up.

'' Oh my God. Chad, are you hard ? '' she said.

'' mother fucker, '' I whispered.

'' You are ! Can I get something off my breast ? '' she said.

I was intrigued. So, I tilted my head.

'' I have a affair for contraband guys and your big sinister dicks. '' She had a look as she said that. As I said before, we were products of our environment. She was part-white, part-Latina. the pits of a jazz band, is n't it ? Almost all her young man were disgraceful. I 'm black. So ... do I have a chance ? Before I thought about that, she felt up my erect penis in my denim and said :

'' Let me absorb you. ``

The Sweetheart then took me by the arm to another location in the shoal. She dropped to her knee quickly and said :

'' cliff'em. I wan na see that big black dick. ``

So, I did. I really did n't know what I had.

'' Mmm. I did n't know you had it like that ! '' She proceeded to suck sensually. It felt heavenly.

'' Oh, God. Oh. Spit on it. Spit on it. ``

She did, with the trail flowing slowly from my member.

She kissed my member with her tap sweet lips, then moaned and asked :

'' How big is it ? ``

'' I do n't have it away, like seven and a half inches ? '' I answered.

She licked it, and felt my balls.

'' You got some big clod, '' she said, feeling them, smiling.

'' Literally ? '' I joked.

She looked at me. I could n't baulk the joke. She resumed sucking it gently. She took off her shirt and her bra, showing her petite breasts. She looked at me in her topless province, and I her in my aroused country. I groped her petite bosom like an animate being. She then all of a sudden started jerking my penis off with to a greater extent focal ratio alongside licking my balls. I began to feel it.

'' I 'm coming. I 'm coming, '' I said.

She kept jerking me off and sucking until I climaxed. She kept sucking.

'' Oh, God, yes. Oh, God, '' I said in euphoria.

She removed her mouth from my flaccid member, fare notwithstanding from her mouth, and smiled. I smiled at her attraction while pulling up my pant. She was pretty. I knew I did n't consume a chance.

'' You liked it ? Oh, and Chad ..., '' the peach started.

'' Our enigma 's safe. You know what ? Keep the money. It was only three dollar sign anyway, steady, '' I said. She kissed me on the cheek.

I spent that entire prison term trying to figure out this conundrum of a cleaning lady. It was n't for me to envision out .