“C’mon Chump, you can’t be that tired. Aren’t you glad to be off work now?” Troy Stapleton asked with a chuckle.
“Man, fuck you. I’m coming,” Lamont Taylor said, grudgingly marching towards his car.
The two 22-year-olds had just gotten off work. They worked in the warehouse of the Amazon regional distribution center in Landover, Maryland. They climbed into Lamont’s car and breathed sighs of relief.
“Damn, that forklift kicked my ass today,” Lamont said.
“Naw, Dogg, it wasn’t the forklift. It was just hot as Hades up in that piece. I was soaked after two hours of work,” Troy said.
“Facts,” Lamont said. “They need to do something about the A/C.”
“Let’s get home. I need to wash my ass something serious,” Troy said.
They had been working for Amazon for almost three years, and it was a good gig. Troy was taking IT classes at PG Community College and hoped to transition to Amazon’s Web Services side in the future. Lamont simply enjoyed working for Amazon and aspired to move up the corporate ladder to become a manager or hold another leadership position.
They followed a practice among the younger workers: they became roommates and shared a two-bedroom apartment. They were great friends and got along well together. They had different schedules, so they carpooled whenever possible. This is what they did today.
They went home to their apartment on Pennsylvania Ave, just outside of SE Washington, DC and relaxed. Troy jumped in the shower while Lamont plopped down on the sofa with a beer.
“Dude, guess who I saw when I was on break today at the warehouse?” Troy said, coming out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist.
Lamont looked at him. “Who?” he asked.
“Remember Tim? Who used to live a floor down from us?” Troy asked.
“Yeah, my homie. We used to hang out. You saw him at the job today?” Lamont asked.
“Yeah. He said he was meeting Shawty, who you work with. Rochelle. I guess he used to date her and he brought some of her stuff,” Troy said.
Lamont’s eyes got big. “My dude was fucking Rochelle? Whuuuuuut?” he exclaimed.
Troy laughed. “Apparently,” he said with a chuckle. “That chick is weird, dogg. What do you know about her?”
Lamont frowned and shrugged. “Shit, not much. She’s cool to work with. Knows her job but she’s quiet. Keeps to herself,” he said. He thought more about it. “Kinda nerdy. Thick though. Sexy in a Velma Dinkley kind of way,” he said. “Except with no glasses and the funny hairstyle.”
Troy laughed. “Velma from Scooby Doo? I get it. Yeah, I’d fuck her before I would Daphne. Daphne looks boring. Fred can have her,” he said.
Lamont grinned. “You need some ass, horny-ass nigga. But you’re making up for lost time now, ain’tcha?” he asked.
Troy had recently started dating a girl he met one night at the Buffalo Wild Wings down the street. Lamont told him that he had forgotten about any other sort of pussy but he was happy for him.
“You do you, Brah. Get yours,” Lamont said.
“I sure will,” Troy said. “We hanging out this weekend.”
“Nice,” Lamont said.
“Well, my dude, I’m tired as fuck. I’m taking my ass to bed,” Troy said.
“Aight, dogg. Good night,” Lamont said. Troy got up and retreated to his bedroom.
Lamont sat up for a while, drinking beers in silence. He thought about Rochelle. He had to know more. He pulled out his mobile phone and called his friend Tim. Tim answered on the second ring.
“Wassup Dude?” Tim greeted warmly. “Ain’t heard from you in a minute. Wass gud?”
“Ain’t shyt, brah. Just working, that’s about it,” Lamont answered. “Hey, check it. I didn’t know you were smashing Rochelle. You know she works at my spot, right?”
“Yeah, I found out later after we stopped seeing each other,” Tim said. “We weren’t dating. It was just a sex thing.”
“Oh, for real? She seems so nerdy. I didn’t think she was your type,” Lamont said with a laugh.
“Well, I didn’t think so either, but looks can be deceiving,” Tim said. “In her case, VERY deceiving.”
Lamont frowned. “What does that mean?” he asked.
Tim snickered. “Dude… She dumped me because I couldn’t keep up with her in bed. Shawty is a stone freak. Heads ain’t ready for pussy like that,” he said.
Lamont was shocked. He thought about Rochelle and he couldn’t see it. “For real, dogg?” he asked.
“Yes, for real,” Tim said. “She burned me out and spat me out like a piece of chewed-up gum.”
“Dayum,” Lamont muttered.
“Yeah. She might not look like much but you’d better eat your Wheaties if you’re dealing with her,” Tim said.
Lamont nodded. “Aight dude. I’mma holla at you later,” he said.
“Fa sho, dude. Don’t be a stranger. Lata,” Tim said, and hung up the call.
Lamont’s head fell back against the sofa and he sat, deep in thought. His curiosity was piqued more than anything. He just couldn’t see it in Rochelle.
He admitted to himself that he hadn’t tried to find out much about her. She had been on the job for only a few months, but she had made a good impression on the bosses. His comparison of her to Velma was spot on. The only difference between her and Velma was that Velma was a redhead and Rochelle had that dirty blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail. And Rochelle had that swarthy skin tone like the Coppertone Girl.
“I wonder if she’s biracial or something,” Lamont said aloud to himself. “Definitely not straight Black.”
Rochelle looked to be about 5’3” or 5’4” and a robust, muscular 200 lbs. She could handle the fuck out of that forklift. She looked like she worked out, too. Her shoulders were wide, and her waist was snatched. Her legs and thighs were big as fuck. She could probably kick the shit out of my ass, he thought. He would make an effort to learn more about her.
The next day at work, Lamont came up to Rochelle as she was finishing up moving a few pallets of goods around.
“Hey Rochelle,” he greeted, waving at her as she climbed off the forklift.
“Hey Lamont,” Rochelle said casually but warily. The whole time she had been working there, Lamont had said maybe two words to her. She wondered what he wanted.
“Hey, I saw my homeboy up yesterday. He was talking to you for a minute,” Lamont said.
“Your homeboy?” Rochelle asked in confusion.
“Yeah, Tim,” Lamont said. “Small world. He and I hang out sometimes.”
Rochelle gave him a funny look and nodded. “Uhhh yeah, Tim. Yes, he dropped off some things of mine,” she said.
“Some things of yours? Why would he have some of your stuff?” Lamont asked curiously.
Rochelle stared at him for a moment. “Tim and I were seeing each other for a bit,” she said.
“Oh damn…” Lamont said. “He never mentioned you to me.”
Rochelle smiled and waved off the thought with her hand. “It wasn’t long. We were incompatible,” she said.
Lamont frowned. “Really? Tim is a cool dude. He’s not like a lot of guys around here running up in women left and right,” he said.
Rochelle shrugged. “Yeah, he was nice,” she said. She thought about it before elaborating. “Let’s just say that he couldn’t meet my needs adequately,” she said.
Lamont thought about what Tim told him and he was really curious now. “Sounds like you're high maintenance,” he said.
Rochelle laughed and then gave Lamont the side eye. “High maintenance, huh? I guess that’s one way of putting it,” she said. “Sounds like you want to find out.”
Lamont pointed to himself. “Who me? I’m not into high-maintenance chicks,” he said. “I mean, I’m no scrub but we need to be equally yoked for me to deal with you.”
Rochelle nodded and put her hands on her hips. “I feel you. I’m the same way. But I’m not that kind of high maintenance,” she said. “I need my man to take care of me but not in that way.”
Lamont nodded. “Okay, I’ll bite. Elaborate,” he said.
Rochelle crossed her arms and looked at him seriously. “I need my man to match my freak level,” she said.
“Mmhmm…” Lamont said. “So we’re talking quality, not quantity.”
Rochelle grinned. “Well, I like quantity, too but yes, quality is key,” she replied.
Lamont smiled. “Women always talk about quality over quantity until they get a dose of prize dick. Minds get changed like a mufucka,” he said.
Rochelle looked at him. Lamont was cute. He had a nice, athletic build and he was low-key. Probably didn’t like anyone all up in his business. And that’s how she was. What two people did together was no one else’s business. She decided to take him for a test drive.
“Tell you what,” she said. “Are you off Friday?”
Lamont nodded. “Yeah. Wassup?” he asked.
“Gimme your phone,” she said. Lamont pulled out his mobile phone and unlocked it. He handed it to her. Rochelle sent herself a text from his phone and handed it back to him. She looked at her phone and locked in his number.
“I’m gonna text you around 5 pm on Friday. Give you some instructions. Just be ready for me. Cool?” she said.
“Bet. Looking forward to it,” Lamont said. He knew this was going to be some kind of test.
“Oh, and Lamont, don’t tell anyone what you’re doing,” she cautioned. “I’m a very private person.”
“So am I,” Lamont said. “Don’t worry. I got you.”
“Good,” Rochelle said. She headed off to finish moving her loads. Lamont went to work as well.
He didn’t have to worry about his roommate trying to find out what he was up to. Troy’s nose was pretty open with his new girl. Lamont was happy for him. Troy’s girl was pretty cool from what he knew about her. So he was good. Lamont couldn’t wait until Friday to see what Rochelle had in store for him. And he hoped Rochelle was as freaky as Tim made her out to be.
Thursday night, after she got home from work, Rochelle tried to relax. But she was wound up and excited about her date with Lamont. She had a good feeling about him. Tim was cool and fun to play with but she burned him out really quickly. And he wasn’t adventurous at all. She took him to the Bowie Baysox field one night and tried to suck his dick there but he was too scared they’d get caught. After that, she took him on a couple of different little escapades out in the open but again, he was too nervous to enjoy them.
It was that plus her pussy was too good for him. He melted like butter on hot pancakes inside her. It was even faster in her ass. She simply couldn’t deal with that.
Mmmm, she thought. In her ass. Experiencing a new dick in her ass would be everything. Rochelle LOVED anal sex. It was to the point where she couldn’t cum without it. Sure, a nice dicking in her pussy was good but being dicked real good in her ass got her squirting everywhere. And it had to be the perfect dick, too. Girth was more important than length. The dick didn’t have to be crazy long but it did need to be thick. She needed her rectal walls stretched. She considered a hard, 8x8-inch dick perfect for her.
She lay in her bed tonight with her favorite toys, a butterfly clit stimulator and a fat, 6-inch silicone butt plug. She darted the plug in and out of her well-worn anus as her pussy bubbled and frothed from the clit stimulator. She was almost there. Oh, she was going to have so much fun with Lamont tomorrow. She closed her eyes and pictured herself, her throat filled with his hard dick.
“FUUUUCK!” she screamed as her orgasm washed over her body. She trembled for a moment, and a coolness came over her body as she fluttered down to Earth.
“Fuck, that was good,” she moaned softly. She turned on her side and closed her eyes, a huge smile on her face.
Lamont tried to keep his composure around Troy the next day, but it was hard. He was secretly excited about later on but he couldn’t let his roommate see that. Fortunately for him, Troy didn’t stick around too long. Around noon, he told Lamont he was taking his girl to a movie and then they were going to chill at her spot.
“Aaight, my dude. Have fun,” Lamont said. “Hey, when do I get to meet her anyway?”
Troy thought about it. “Soon enough, if you want. You never said anything about any of the other chicks I’ve messed with.”
“Dem chicks weren’t about shyt and you complained about them. This shawty seems pretty cool, and you’re happier than I’ve seen you in a long time. Sure, I wanna meet her,” Lamont said.
Troy grinned. “I’ll make sure to tell her that,” he said. “Lata, Dogg.”
“Lata,” Lamont said.
He went to the gym a bit later and got in a workout, then came back home to clean up. He was antsy as all hell until he received a text from Rochelle:
Are you ready for a sexy adventure?
Lamont: Yes, wassup?
Rochelle: At 7, go to Watkins Park at the north entrance. Go to the first parking lot and park there. Off to the right, across in the tree line, there will be a clearing. A surprise will be waiting for you there.
Lamont wrinkled his nose but he was curious. Fuck it, he thought. I’ll play this game.
Lamont: Okay, I’ll be there.
He headed out later, driving down Route 202 South towards Upper Marlboro. He noticed that the air had that evening feel to it and it would be dark in about an hour. He smiled. Yes, this would be some new shit for him. He continued towards Route 214 East and he was soon turning towards the North entrance for Watkins Park. He drove to the first parking lot as instructed and parked. He looked around and was surprised no one was around. It wasn’t too hot and on an evening like this, there usually were people on walks or runs along the path. Not today, though. He saw an older, black Jeep Cherokee parked on the other side of the parking lot, and he wondered if it was Rochelle’s. He looked at his watch. He was a bit early, 6:48 pm.
Lamont saw the clearing in the tree line that Rochelle referred to in her text. He didn’t see anything else, though. He would find out soon enough. Five more minutes, he thought.
Well, he tried to wait. Fuck it, he thought and got out of his car. He headed towards the tree line, looking to make sure no one was around. He was a bit nervous, but he was determined to see this through. Rochelle’s challenge would not go unanswered.
When he got to the clearing, he looked around. The clearing wasn’t that big. It appeared to be a worn-out spot where people came to hang out and smoke weed. Darkness was coming on quickly. He frowned as he took everything in. Then he saw it and his eyes widened.
Off to the right and in another, smaller clearing, he saw what appeared to be a box. A big, cardboard box.
“Da fuck…” he muttered. He headed towards it to inspect it.
When he got to the box, he saw that it had a rectangular opening cut into one side. The dusk provided just enough light to see what he was getting into. As he approached the box, some fingers emerged from the opening and grabbed it.
Lamont approached the box incredulously and stared. The fingers withdrew back inside the box and a single hand came out. The fingers motioned for him to come closer. Lamont hesitated at first, then inched closer. The opening was at his waist level. The hand reached out and groped his crotch. That’s when Lamont got it.
Oh shit, this bitch is a genius. A freaky-ass, Wil E. Coyote genius. A fucking gloryhole in the woods. I’m the fuck down, he thought.
His dick rocked up quick and he pushed down his sweatpants. The hand encircled his dick, jerking it off a bit. Then it withdrew back inside the box. Suddenly, a mouth appeared at the opening and a tongue stuck out, drool pouring off the tip.
“Where the fuck did you find a box this big?” Lamont asked. “Never mind.”
He stepped up and inserted his hard dick into the wanton mouth at the opening. The only thing he was upset about was the fact that he couldn’t grab the head to properly skull-fuck. But he rocked his hips and the hot, wet mouth easily ate all of his dick.
“Oh my God, that’s good,” he moaned. He grabbed the top of the box to hang on and continued to fuck the greedy throat behind the opening of the box.
Lamont was almost ready to nut and the mouth must’ve sensed it because it came off his dick and disappeared into the box. He frowned and looked down at the opening, wondering what was going on. What he saw next shocked him.
Something protruded from the opening, something small and circular. Lamont frowned and pulled at it. He saw it was something inserted somewhere. He drew in his breath when he saw the top of a fat, juicy, shaved pussy and the crack of a soft ass through the opening. It was a butt plug stuffed into a juicy, wet asshole.
“That’s a nice, hard, fat dick, and it tasted really good, too,” Rochelle said, speaking for the first time. “But I need to know how it feels in my ass.”
Lamont grinned. He gently pulled on the butt plug handle and watched her asshole crown. He heard her moan softly, and the butt plug popped out of her hole. It gaped open with wet juice trickling from it. It was good and ready to be plugged again.
Still pissed he couldn’t grab her body, Lamont aimed his dick at the wanton hole and pushed it in deep. Rochelle moaned loudly and her rectal walls grabbed at his shaft. Lamont’s mouth fell open at the warm, wet snugness. The box began to quake a little as an impatient Rochelle rocked back and forth inside the box, fucking herself on Lamont’s dick.
“Ooooohhhh FUCK!” he cried out, her asshole jerking his dick off. He looked down and watched her work, his hips pitched forward against the side of the box.
It didn’t take long. She was milking the fuck out of his dick. Lamont felt his loins heat and his balls lurch. He beat the top of the box and roared, his head falling back. Rochelle sped up her strokes and cried out in orgasm. Lamont exploded in her ass and her walls extracted every drop of cum it could from his dick. His spent dick fell sloppily from her distended hole. Lamont staggered back, breathing hard.
After a couple of minutes, the box lifted from the other side and Rochelle crawled from under it. She looked at Lamont and smiled.
“Did you enjoy that? Because I sure as hell did,” she said giddily.
Lamont shook his head in amazement. “Shawty, this is the craziest, wildest shit I’ve EVER done,” he said. “And I fucking love it.”
“Good,” she said. She wore a gray summer dress that she had pushed up around her hips. She pulled it back down. She also wore sandals. “Because I’m ready for more. I’m greedy,” she said.
“I got you,” Lamont said.
“Help me with this,” Rochelle said.
Lamont watched her break down the big-ass cardboard box. She had a huge pillow on the ground that she was kneeling on. Lamont picked this up. Together, they headed back towards their cars.
When they got to Rochelle’s Jeep, they put the box and pillow in the back. She turned to him.
“I don’t live too far from here. Just follow me,” she said.
“Cool,” Lamont said. He headed back to his ride.
Rochelle had a one-bedroom apartment off Route 301 in Bowie. Lamont followed her to her spot and they went inside. Now with her target inside her lair, Rochelle turned to him and threw her arms around his neck.
“So that was fun for you?” she asked softly.
Lamont thought about it for a second and nodded. “It was thrilling. I never thought I could do something like that. But I like what I can do behind closed doors even more,” he said lustfully.
“Don’t we all?” she purred and turned away from him. She began walking towards her bedroom and reached down to the bottom of her dress. She pulled it up over her head and off, throwing it to the floor. She looked back at him, smiled, and sauntered to the bedroom door. Lamont was caught slack-jawed staring at her glorious cakes.
“Are you coming?” she asked.
“Hell yeah,” Lamont said, coming after her.
They went into her bedroom, and she crawled onto her bed slowly, letting Lamont get a good look at her glorious ass. He could see her whole body now and it was luscious. His mouth watered. Her thick, nerdy glasses dominated her oval face but her mouth was wide and her lips full. Her dirty blonde locks were long down her back. Her deep caramel skin was glistening with sweat from excitement. She had bouncy 36B-cup breasts with long, pointy, brown sugar nipples. They had small, silver rings pierced through them. Her waist was taut with defined abdominals. She definitely worked out.
But it was those legs that got him. Her thighs were thick and muscular. Her ass was plump and round, probably the result of hundreds of squats in the gym. She turned over on her back and opened those glorious legs. Her pussy was waxed smooth with a blondish landing strip of hair on her pubes. It was juicy and wet with thick, meaty labia. And with a huge clit with a brass hoop through her hood. She caressed it in anticipation.
“Mmmm… I love having my pussy sucked and my ass worshipped as much as I like getting it fucked. I need to know what that tongue do,” she purred. She crooked her finger at him.
Lamont disrobed immediately. He stroked his hard, ready dick and climbed onto the bed between Rochelle’s thighs. He dove his face into her honeypot, slurping away greedily.
She arched her back and grabbed his head with one hand. “YASSSSS…” she moaned. “Oh hell yes, lick that shit. DAMN, you can wiggle that thang.”
Lamont picked up her legs and pushed them back towards her shoulders. Rochelle grabbed her feet and rested her elbows behind her knees. Lamont stared at her luscious middle. Her pussy really looked like caramel candy now. He dove his face in and wallowed it in her juicy snatch. He flickered his tongue across that bulging clit and then sucked gently on it.
“Mmmm…” he moaned as she creamed into his mouth.
“FUCK…” Rochelle cried out as her body convulsed in orgasm. She tried to push his head away but Lamont was not having it. He slapped one of her thighs. HARD.
“Cut it the fuck out,” he hissed. “You wanted this ass worshipped, right?”
Rochelle relaxed and relinquished control to him. He deftly flipped her over on her tummy and pulled her to her knees doggy-style. He admired her grand ass.
“Cot-DAYUM, you been hiding these cakes from me. Walking around me with all this,” Lamont muttered, caressing and squeezing her Charmin.
He spread open her cheeks and jabbed his tongue into her greedy asshole. He felt her walls grab at his tongue and he pushed it in deeper. Rochelle moaned loudly. He began to alternately ram his tongue in her ass and then in her pulsing pussy. He soon had her creaming anew.
Rochelle cried out and grabbed at imaginary shit on her bed. She arched her back but didn’t know what to do with her hands. They flailed all over the place. She instinctively tried to pull away but Lamont stopped her. Finally, he spanked her ass really hard and she shrieked. A torrent of squirt juice splashed his chest.
Lamont grinned. “Oh, I get it. You like that sexy hurt shit,” he said.
He inserted a couple of fingers inside her pussy and began to finger-bang her hard and fast. He jabbed his tongue back into her asshole. Rochelle felt an explosion coming on and her eyes rolled back into her head. Her whole body locked up and she screamed. Lamont’s chest was blasted with a volcanic eruption of squirt, paralyzing him in shock. Rochelle pitched forward onto the bed.
“Fuuuuccck…” she moaned weakly after a couple of minutes. She patted the bed.
“Okay, okay! You can eat some pussy. Damn boy!” she gasped.
“Oh, I know your ass ain’t tapping out,” Lamont said, having recovered from being splashed.
“I’m not,” she moaned and turned over on her butt. She stared at him for a second and he watched her, stroking his dick. She turned on her side, jutting her ass toward him and inviting him in.
Lamont took the hint and came closer to her. He looked at her fat cooch jutting out from between her thighs and aimed his dick at it. He pushed himself in balls deep. He grabbed Rochelle under her chin and began to pound her out.
Rochelle shut her eyes and gritted her teeth. “Oooooh SHIT YEAH!!! That’s it! Disrespect my pussy!!! FUCK that is good!!!” she squeaked.
Lamont stopped for a second and pulled out of her pussy. His dick was glistening with her cream. He aimed at her asshole and plunged into it. He began to beat that up as well. He grabbed Rochelle’s hair and wrapped it around his fist. His other hand grabbed her hip as he pounded her harder and faster.
Rochelle felt her lava about to erupt again. He was trying to make her pass out. Her pre-cum bubbled from her pussy. It felt so good…
Lamont couldn’t take it anymore. He was ready to blow his load seriously.
“OH MY FUCK, I’M ABOUT TO CUM!” he screamed. He pulled himself out and began to jerk himself off desperately.
Rochelle cried out equally desperately and turned towards him. Lamont grabbed her hair and held her face right at his pulsing dick. He roared and unleashed six ropes of hot cum across her face. He jammed his dick into her mouth and pumped it furiously to finish himself off.
“MUUUTHHHAAAA FUCCCKKKA!” he screamed, twitching as if he had swallowed strychnine. He trembled as he came down from his nut. He let go of Rochelle’s hair and collapsed on the bed. Rochelle sat up and breathed hard, staring at him. After a minute, she grinned and nodded.
“Now, that was an audition,” she said giddily.
Lamont smiled weakly. “I matched your freak level?” he asked.
“Well, that remains to be seen but it’s a good start,” she said. “Just remember, what we do stays between us. Keep it 100 with me and I will with you, too.”
Lamont nodded. “Works for me,” he said. “You’re a lot of fun to play with.”
“So are you,’ Rochelle said, smiling and sliding off the bed. She oozed off to the bathroom to clean up. She looked back at him. “Get ready for round 3,” she said with a wink. Lamont’s eyes got big.
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