SLICKERY DICKERY DOCK (DICK/COCK)

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**************************************************************************************** ~ ~ Slickery dickery dock ~ My tongue slid up his cock ~ I love to hear him moan ~ As I slurp on his bone ~ Slickery dickery dock ~ ~ Slickery dickery dock ~ I love his long, hard rock ~ Within my tight butt ~ He thrusts HARD and busts his nut ~ Slickery ~ Dickery ~ DOCK!!! ~ ~ ©November 2012, SLynneL as Soul of a Poet All Rights Reserved. MCN: CH5KT-MQE6Y-4M52X © copyright 2012-11-10 20:59:13 - All Rights Reserved

MEETING MIMI ~ Mimi sashayed her way into the bar sensuously and confidently. Wearing a tight black leather trench coat with the fiercest, ankle strapped stilettos from Frederick’s of Hollywood; to showcase her pretty, size eight feet, she was a working woman on a mission. Although no one in the bar could see it, the only thing she wore underneath the short trench coat was an even shorter, black lace teddy that she hoped some handsome stranger would appreciate in her very near future. Mimi was hot and horny and needed a release in the worst way. She knew she four inch high heels and a teaser of smooth curvaceous legs were the right ammunition to accomplish her goal. “May I have a triple shot of Henny?” she asked the bartender as she sat down on the second to last barstool at the end of the bar. The bartender grinned widely at her, rolling his toothpick from one side of his mouth to the other. “Sweetie there is no doubt in my mind that you may have whatever it is you’re looking for tonight, looking like that,” he winked at her. Flattered by the compliment, she winked back and smiled, “Triple Henny is all I’m looking for,” she lied. A triple shot of Henny was going to be only her beginning that evening. She was going for a triple-header round of oral, vaginal, and if he played his cards right, anal sex too. She wanted to get licked, dicked, sucked, fucked, jammed, rammed, laid, sprayed, eaten, and beaten. She had an intense fire of passion growing inside of her that needed to be further ignited by an equally ravenous force. Mimi took a small sip of the smooth, warm Cognac and caught a glimpse of her reflection in the bar mirror. It was a self she almost didn’t recognize with the long platinum blonde wig she was wearing. Although was a definite unnatural contrast to her peanut butter colored complexion, it was a good mix of sensual and sexy. She dabbed a tiny bit of extra gloss on her lips. “Blondes are definitely going to have more fun tonight!” she said out loud to herself. “Yeeessssss Lawd! ” Mimi heard from the raspy voiced man who staggered his way over and plopped himself two seats away from her. “Blondes will sho nuf be having mo fun tonight,” he said toasting his glass towards her. She forced him a flirty grin, “Thanks pops,” she said noticing he was missing at least three front teeth and that he oozed so much alcohol from his pores he’d have been hazardous if bars still allowed smoking. Mimi wondered, why it was ALWAYS the toothless old man, with no possible chance in either Heaven or Hell, to be the first to try to holler. “What’s a fine lil sumthin sumthin like you doing out all alone with no man,” Old Raspy inquired. Mimi laughed playfully, swinging her head slightly to one side, forcing her blonde hair to flow lightly. She caught Old Raspy eyeing her legs as if they’d make a nice meal for a man who hadn’t eaten in weeks. “I’m just out having a drink just like you are,” she said innocently while praying all the while that he wouldn’t take a chance at moving closer to the stool next to hers. “My mind’s telling me nooooo…………. But my body, my body’s telling me yesssss Baby, I don’t wanna hurt nobody…. But there is something that I must confessssssssssss…” the seductive music of R. Kelly’s Bump and Grind began to flow from the speakers. Then as if from some scripted cue, he was standing in front of her. He had come right in between her and Old Raspy. “You look like a damsel in distress,” he smiled. He was tall and almond complexioned. He was thick but not heavy, bald with ridiculously seductive, sexy lips. And he smelled so incredibly good, his aroma alone, not to mention the very sight of this handsome specimen made her moist and tingly. “May I buy you another?” he asked lifting his own bottle of Corona to his lips and taking a long swig. His voice was smooth. Confident. Mmmmmm……. to be that bottle neck right now, going in between those juicy, tantalizing lips, she thought to herself. “You absolutely may,” she replied downing the rest of her drink in one huge swallow. “You’re welcome to buy that and whatever else you think you might like.” She watched him while fantasizing about how it would be like to feel those thick lips, kissing, caressing, and stroking her own lips- BOTH sets. She got so lost in her lustful thoughts, Mimi almost moaned out loud. “So you just gonna cock-block a brotha?” Old Raspy interrupted and got loud with Mr. Sexy Lips. The younger man turned to the older, “No sir, I’m not blocking at all,” he said respectfully. “But the lady and I have a prior business transaction to discuss,” he smiled and winked at Mimi before getting the bartender’s attention, “Whatever he’s drinking, his next one’s on me.” He looked back at the older man. “No harm no foul.” Having pacified the old man, Mr. Sexy Lips walked around and pulled up the chair on the opposite side of her. “Now, where were we?” he asked. “I think you mentioned something about being able to buy whatever I might like.” He sat down, grinned while licking his lips and eyed her possibilities. She let her tongue slowly trace the outline of her lips before replying. “ANYTHING you like.” She hoped he was imagining her soft lips sliding up and down the length of his thickness. She imagined he tasted as good as he looked. Mimi was so turned on, her womanhood was throbbing. It ached with desire. She opened the bottom of her coat to give her new admirer a full view of her thick peanut-butter colored thighs. He didn’t even attempt to hide his excitement. “Oooh wee mama!” He shook his head with doubt. “Just looking at those legs alone makes me wonder if I have enough money in my wallet for everything I might want.” She opened her legs in his direction. “I take various forms of payment,” she grinned seductively pleased by the desire she saw in his eyes. “What is it that you feel in the mood for tonight?” The handsome stranger reached out and slowly caressed his big hand up the length of her smooth leg from the calf all the way up, resting it on her thigh. He smiled. “I’m in the mood for these pretty legs to wrapped around my head while you wiggle and squirm and scream out begging me to stop.” She let out a slight moan as she answered, “that would never happen.” “Oh it wouldn’t?” he asked lightly caressing the inside of her thigh. “Which part would never happen?” His touch was intense, electrifying to her senses. She wanted him right then and right there. Wanted him to pick her up, lay he down on top of the bar counter, spread her legs open, pour the rest of her drink in between her drink in between legs and devour her throbbing pussy right there in front of anyone who cared to watch. She came back to herself. “The part about me begging you to stop,” she replied sipping her drink. She felt him slide his hand further up the inside of her thighs until his fingers were lightly stroking the outside of her panties. She instinctively opened her legs for him. From her peripheral view, she could see the toothless old coot a few chairs over sneaking quick peeks of their tryst, but Mimi didn’t care and Mr. Sexy Lips obviously didn’t give a damn. Her body needed this. “I don’t know little mama,” he said discreetly slipping his finger inside her panties and slowly easing them inside her very wet softness. “You think you can handle all this?” he asked suddenly forcing his two thickest fingers as far up inside her warm canal as they would go. He gently stroked the opening back and forth with his thumb. “Ooooooh, “ Mimi moaned softly letting her relax to the feeling flooding her body. “Mm-hm,” she tried to answer affirmatively but no words would come out. She heard Mr. Sexy Lips tell the bartender they were ready for the check. She watched him casually drink the rest of his drink with his free hand, all the while continuously fingering her needy pussy with his other one. She knew the bartender and Mr. Snaggletooth were both fully aware of what was going on. Stevie Wonder would have been able to see this. Their voyeurism was the aphrodisiac Mimi needed. Except for the skillful finger fuck that was happening in between her legs, Mimi closed her eyes and ignored everything else around her. He fingered and stroked her aching hotness with a skilled intensity that forced Mimi to give in to his pleasure. As quietly as she could, she succumbed and climaxed right there on the barstool. He smiled wickedly as she panted softly to catch her breath. “You okay lil mama?” he asked licking her juices off his fingers before handing her some napkins for the spill inside her panties. “Cause you know I haven’t even gotten started on your fine ass YET.” Mimi giggled as she hopped off the bar stool and quickly headed to the bathroom as dignified as she could. The bartender chuckled at Mimi’s Mr. Sexy Lips. “Well it’s obvious that you and the wifey are gonna have a very hot night tonight. You two crack me up every time you come in here. And by the way, your wife makes one sexy looking blonde” He flashed the bartender a sly grin. “The kids are at her mom’s house for the whole weekend, so for the next two days Mimi’s ass is all MINE!!!” © October 2012, S Lynne Lewis as Soul of a Poet All rights reserved. MCN: C2S5U-3VSHL-C7HWV © copyright 2012-10-30 20:02:55 - All Rights Reserved

This Sunday Morning
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Baby, I’ve been a good woman all week
But this Sunday morning…..
I wanna be your nasty freak.
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I wanna be your biblical whore
Take it doggystyle on the floor
I wanna be your prostitute
Drop your pants and let me play your flute
I wanna be your baby-boo
You do me and I’ll do you
I wanna be your serving slut
Lick, swallow, drink your creamy nut
I wanna be your thick bitch
Hold my legs high and scratch my itch
I wanna be daddy’s sweet sweet ho
Fuck me fast, baby fuck me slow
I wanna be your warm wet cunt
Stroke me deep in both back and front
I wanna be your wicked wench
Fuck me deep and feel my pussy pinch
I wanna be papi’s nasty trick
So let me taste and suck that meaty stick
I wanna be your main skeeze
Swallow you whole while I’m on my knees
I wanna be your sleazy skank
So pour that nut and let me drank
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Been that wifey-mommy all week
But this Sunday morning…..
I’M YOUR MUTHA FUCKIN FREAK!!!!


© 2008-05 SLynneL as SoulofaPoet All Rights Reserved.

IF THE SHOE FITS. ~SOAP EROTIC SHORT~

If The Shoe Fits…..

Jada knew she was wrong, sitting over on the passenger side of the SUV with her tight skirt pulled up high exposing her thick, smooth, peanut butter colored thighs nearly all the way up to her black thong panties. She was purposefully teasing him. She pretended to stare out the window but in reality she was intently watching him pretend not to notice her. He was pissed off at her for having overdrawn their checking account with her impulsive shoe shopping. After thirty minutes of arguing back and forth in which she had shown no comprehension or remorse for her over spending, he’d given up and had moved on to ignoring her.
So there she was with her skirt pulled up onto her hips, her sexy legs spread wide open while one pretty manicured foot, adorned in a brand new sexy Michael Kors sandal pump, was propped up on the leather dashboard. She knew that was pissing him off even more.
Just TRY to ignore me motherfucker, she thought to herself as she teasingly slid her hand back forth up and down the length of her calf, and all the way up her curvaceous inner thighs and before finally bringing it in between her warm hunni pot.
She knew Javier had a serious weakness for her legs. That weakness was only secondary to his love of burying his sexy bald head deep in between her legs and deeply sliding his masterfully skilled tongue in and out of her wetness causing her to moan and squirm uncontrollably until her body trembled uncontrollably with pleasure.
Her body trembled softly at the mere thought of the way he pleasured her. He needed to be doing that to her right then instead of bitching about the amount of money his law firm netted within one hours time. She let out a deep moan as her body lightly shivered, but Javier pretended not to notice. But Jada knew he had heard her.
He turned up the radio in a weak ass effort to have Jaheim’s Could It Be drown out her sound. But the sexy song only intensified her desire even more.
“Mmmmm……,” she moaned louder as she began softly caressing her then throbbing and moist kitty. Although she till appeared to be looking intently out the window, she could see him repeatedly snatching quick glances of her legs. She knew he wanted her. It didn’t matter of he was mad or not, his love of her warm, wet, snug fitting pussy was greater than his determination to be either right or angry. She let out another long moan as she stroked her fingers softly around her muffin lips, “Mmmmmm………….,” she purred. “ I’m so wet,” she said pretending to be talking to herself.
She closed her eyes and imagined early that morning. She had been pleasantly awakened from her slumber by the sweet sensation of Javier’s thick, soft lips intensely licking and sucking her pouting clit alternated by the deliberate and deep plunges of his tongue into her hole. She’d woke up purring then much like she was purring now. He’d pleasured her to the point of such over stimulation, she’d begged him to stop, begged to have him inside her. He’d obliged, but not before rubbing his entire face in her wetness and emerging from in between her legs with his face looking like a shiny, glazed donut.
“You know I wasn’t finished,” he’d said raising her foot to his lips, then kissing her toes.
“Mm-hm,” she replied breathlessly.

“So since you didn’t let me finish enjoying what I like, I guess Imma just have to fuck the shit out of you until you are raw,” he’d said holding his fully erect penis in his hand. “You do realize that that’s what I’m gonna have to do?”
She’d nodded understandingly and rolled over onto her stomach and then onto her knees offering herself to him to hit it from behind. He slapped her right ass cheek nice and hard before grabbing her ass and slamming it flush against his rock hard cock. “You feel that baby?” he’d asked before spreading her pussy lips open with his fingers then sliding his full thickness deep inside her soft, wet cave.
He’d plunged himself deeper and deeper inside her, stroking her pussy so hard that his thighs slapped her ass with a loud smacking sound which each and every thrust inside her. He’d pulled her head by her locs, arching her back toward him as quickened the pace and severity of his thrusts. She’d cried aloud in both pain and pleasure at the merciless way that he fucked her. She’d loved every inch that he’d rammed into her and was pleased when he withdrew from her and she then felt his warm wet cum being drizzled all over her thick round ass. “Daddy’s got to get ready for work, make more money for your pretty little ass to spend,” he said with satisfaction as he slapped her other ass cheek.

Jada snapped back from her morning reverie only to realize that Javier had just parked the car the driveway. After twenty minutes of silence, he finally spoke. “Okay, Miss I wanna spend money like water then tease my man like a spoiled little bitch when I can’t have my way,” he said with nothing but complete seriousness on his face. “We’re gonna go in the house, you’re gonna strip down to nothing but those expensive ass shoes you just had to have, then you’re going pay me for those shoes. You are going to suck my dick and make me cum down your throat. I’m gonna take every dime you spent out of your ass! Do you understand me,” he asked although it was really not a question.
She was submissive for a change, “Yes baby, whatever you want,” she answered obediently, knowing full well, that in addition to the several pairs of shoes she had gotten, she was about to get that ‘other thing’ she really wanted, ANGRY, PUNISHMENT GIVING SEX!!!! ;-)

© 2010, April SLynneL as SoulofaPoet All rights reserved.

BlackJack 21 (An Erotic Tale)

BlackJack 21……….

Rayshawn looked down at the top of the blonde headed, voluptuous, caramel skinned beauty that was on her knees, slowly, yet expertly, easing her soft, wet mouth up and down the shaft of his thick, throbbing dick.
“Aaaahhh, that’s it baby,” he moaned as grabbed the back of her head forcing his dick further down her throat. He let his body succumb to the pleasure of her sweet, luscious lips surrounding his shaft as she deep throated him. “Suck that shit baby girl,” he ordered. “Daddy likes it just like that.” He then switched his attention over to the smooth, mocha complexioned honey that was in his arms, rubbing her huge, forty something, triple D, naked titties against his bare mocha chest. He leaned his head in between her two majestic mountains and began squeezing and sucking his way to glory. His dick in one’s mouth and a pair of perfect tits being devoured in his mouth at the same time- life didn’t get much better than this he thought.

It was true. Rayshawn’s life was good. Here he was at his 21st surprise birthday party thrown by his parents!! The surprise birthday gift? Besides the black on black Range Rover that had been waiting for him in their driveway, as if that weren’t enough, his pops had hired twenty-one ‘dime-piece perfect hookers’ with specific orders for each to first please Rayshawn before mingling with and ‘serving’ the other guests of the triple X-rated, adult birthday party. The two pleasuring him at that point, by the pool while party guests voyeuristically watched, (and many participating in their own sexual lewdness) were numbers five and six. The first four he’d already fucked were already mingling with the guests and ‘serving’ their erotic hors d’oeuvres to any and everyone who wanted a taste.

Rayshawn grinned devilishly as he caught his father’s eye and his pops gave him two thumbs up, with his thick platinum bracelets jingling on his wrists as he did. This type of party was completely within the ordinary at the Kenny estate. Rayshawn’s pops, Rayshawn Kenny Sr. or Big Ray as he was called, was an old school hustler whose claim to fortune and local fame had over the years been night clubs, strip joints, hookers, and narcotics, that he later all parlayed into legitimate businesses. Along with the money, he’d made a lot of enemies over the years carving out his success. Rayshawn Sr. did and would do whatever he had to in order to stay on top, and did so without remorse or regard to anyone in his way. His constant advice to his son was, “That is how a kingpin was made and how a kingpin stayed.”
Verna Kenny, Rayshawn’s mother, wasn’t Big Ray’s only woman, a fact that she knew and accepted. But as Big Ray’s wife of 25 years, she was completed satisfied to be the only woman named on all the property deeds and bank accounts. And she, like Ray Sr. enjoyed more than her fair share of ‘outside interests’, hers being with both men and women alike. Big Ray and Verna were hedonists in every sense of the word and their lives revolved around the constant pursuit of both money and pleasure. They played hard and rough and lived their ‘alternative’ lifestyle to the fullest. That having been the case, Rayshawn Jr. had known of many such house parties like this one when he was growing up.

Sexuality had never been ‘private’ thing in the Kenny household. In fact, Rayshawn Jr. was completely accustomed to seeing his own mother naked. For as long as Rayshawn could remember, she had sashayed her beautiful, curvaceous, light pecan colored ass around the house in sexy robes, lingerie, and often times nothing at all, without a care in the world. As a child, he’d wake up for breakfast and see her standing at the kitchen stove in a sheer, see-thru number that would only enhance whatever it was pretending to have been covering.
He’d also awakened many a night and stumbled into a room and seen things like his mom naked and on her back, her smooth, thick legs spread wide open with his father’s head buried in between them as he expertly licked and sucked her pussy, forcing her body to wiggle, squirm, and moan loudly with pleasure. Her long, pretty legs would be wrapped behind his father’s head while she laid there biting her bottom lip and squeezing her own juicy titties in her hands. Other times, he’d caught them with his mom on her knees rhythmically bobbing her head back and forth as she sucked his pop’s dick.
Rayshawn’s favorite time though, had been when he was nine years old. He had been going to the kitchen in the middle of the night for a drink of water and caught them in the t.v. room. His dad had his mom bent over the couch grabbing her by her big, round, soft looking breasts as he fucked her from behind. Her hooters looked so good and so pretty in his father’s hands. Rayshawn knew his thoughts about his own mother weren’t normal but he wanted so badly to squeeze them too, to see how they felt. He’d watched intently as his mother’s face kept changing. Angry faces at first, then looking like she was being hurt, then finally looking like she loved what was being done to her. His father’s face also looked like he was enjoying the best thing he’d ever felt in his life.
“This is my muthafucking good ass pussy!” Pops had cried out as he slapped her hard on each ass cheek. “You like the way daddy’s fucking you bitch?” he’d asked slapping her ass cheek hard, pumping her harder and faster, while squeezing those two beautiful melons even harder. She’d raised up leaning back into his embrace, her face turned back towards him and they kissed as intensely as they screwed. Watching his own parents that night had been the first time he’d become aware of his little dick becoming hard.
Once they’d noticed their nine year old son standing there staring, neither one of them seemed to care nor made an attempt to stop what they were doing. They’d kept right on fucking, his father repeatedly forcing himself into his mother as he pulled her body into his with each hard thrust. “Boy get whatever the hell it is you came down here for and take your lil ass to bed,” Big Ray had barked at his son with heavy beads of sweat running down his face. “You interrupting daddy gettin’ his fuck on,” he said matter-of-factly as he continued the mad thrusts his dick into his wife’s grateful pussy.
It wasn’t long after that night that nine year-old Rayshawn Jr. had talked Jennifer Robinson, a thirteen year old girl on the block, into letting him dip his dick into his first taste of young warm pussy. It had felt so incredibly good when his swollen penis slid into the older girl’s warm vagina. He had only a humped a few times before his penis shot his quick cum into her. But it had been the best feeling he’d ever felt in young life. Back then that had been the extent of it; they’d humped, he’d came, they both pulled up their pants, and went back to playing outside with the other kids on the block as if nothing special had even happened. That had been Rayshawn’s first taste of pussy and Jr., just like Sr., had been like a pussy chasing fiend, ever since.

Rayshawn was just shooting another generous dose of his thick, warm cum into the wonderfully warm and pretty wet mouth of ‘gift number 10’ when his noticed his Uncle Mike had finally arrived at that party!
“Awww shit baby boi!” Uncle Mike hollered his approval as he made his way towards the birthday boy. “Fuck that pretty mouth nicca!!”
“You know it,” Rayshawn said grinning, zipping up his pants, and giving ‘number 10’ a congratulatory slap on the ass and dismissing her. “Pops gotta nicca out here puttin’ in ova time, wit all these fine ass biyatches!” He high-fived and shoulder hugged his uncle.

“So I see,” Uncle Mike grinned as he looked around surveying the fine assortment of beautiful honey’s around the pool. “Ya dad said he was hooking ya lil young ass up, but I had no fucking idea, it’d be like DAYUM!” He peered over his sunglasses. “Looks like you still got quite a bit of ‘work’ to put in here,” he said checking out the remaining ‘gifts’ lounging around the pool, still awaiting their turn at ‘the birthday dick’.

Rayshawn Jr. glanced over and grinned. “What’s a nicca to do? Can’t let all this good birthday pussy go to waste.”

Uncle Mike slapped his two big hands together hard and began rubbing them together as if he were about to feast on a huge Thanksgiving meal. He motioned for a pretty butter pecan colored Asian girl to come to him. “Hells no you can’t,” he said. “And Big Unc’s gonna help yo young ass out,” “Mmm-mmm!” he shouted as the thick dime-piece trick came and began immediately rubbing her big, round ass seductively against his rapidly bulging groin.
“Papi want some of this ass?” she whispered back at him as he greedily grabbed her tits with one hand, and slid the other hand down inside the front of her red thong panties.
“Hell naw, papi don’t want some,” he said boasted. “Papi greedy. Papi want ALL that good shit baby!!”

Rayshawn took a much needed fuck break, and sat relaxing on one of the pool chaise loungers with a light-skinned Latina lying in between his legs while he fondled her breast and the two smoked a little herb together. All while observing Uncle Mike getting his swerve on. Mike was a greedy coochie bastard indeed going for Olympic gold having his dick sucked by two, and his head buried deep in the pussy of the third.
“Tear that pussy up!” Rayshawn chided his uncle on, when Mike came up for air, lips shining like Krispy Kreme donut glaze.
“You know it,” Uncle Mike replied grinning and licking his lips.

Rayshawn Jr. looked around satisfactorily at all the party guests lustfully enjoying themselves with food, drink, smoke, and sex all in excess, and took a long puff on his blunt and said, “Yep, life doesn’t get much better than this shit right here.”

“I’m afraid that it definitely won’t get any better for you,” he heard the soft womanly voice say from behind the back of his head just before the shot thundered and the bullet slammed straight through his skull forcing brain matter out the exit wound. Rayshawn Kenny Jr. was dead before he even knew what had hit him. Dead before all twenty-one hookers had been fucked. Dead before day two of being twenty one.


© June 2010, SLynneL as SoulofaPoet aka S.O.A.P. All rights reserved.
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SHORT & SWEET --- sometimes a quickie has to do ;-D

SHORT & SWEET

Today I’m in hurry

So we’ll make this short and sweet

No time to lick and suck each other

No time for me to eat

I’ll bend your fine ass over

Squeeze your butt cheeks tight

Thrust myself so deep inside you

And pound your ass just right

So I hope you like this baby

Cause I’m enjoying every drop

Of your ‘sweet as honey passion’

As we climax to the top

Got so many thing s to do today

Baby I’m sorry that I don’t have long

You know how I’d love to stay and play

Don’t you ever get that wrong

Don’t have enough time for romance right now

Just a quick and sexy treat

I just had to feel you & fill you

While we kept it short and sweet.

© August 1, 2007   SLynneLewis as SoulofaPoet   All rights reserved.