Good Men Still Exist by Marques Lewis, Jamila Gomez

 
    Chapter 1
    A Wake Up Call
     
     
    “I am about to cum, Greg!” Brandy strained, riding Greg recklessly.
    “What are you waiting for? I want you to cum on this dick, and I mean right now!” Greg said with his eyes shut tightly.
    Both of Greg’s hands were handcuff to the wooden chair. His coconut skin shined with baby oil. Greg’s body was built like a God with an 11-inch dick that resided deep inside of Brandy’s tight pussy. Brandy rode him like a horse, grinding on his dick, feeling every inch in her stomach. She jumped up and connected eyes with him, smirking devilishly as she knelt down before him. Her knees hit the plush red carpet with impact as she lifted his hard dick towards his belly button to suck his balls. Brandy cuffed and placed both shaved balls in her mouth. She began sucking each ball to the side of her jaw with force. She wanted him to feel that she was dominating and pleasing at the same time. She wanted to blow his mind and make every second of his thoughts to be on her. His right leg shook from the incredible feeling from her wet, sloppy, mouth. His eyes grew open with pleasurable pain.
    “You’re doing it too hard,” Greg exclaimed. “Loosen up for me, please!”
    Brandy commenced to suck harder, looking at him and rolling her eyes before standing up and stroking every vein on his large, throbbing dick.
    “You say another word to me and I am going to whip your ass! Do you hear me?” Brandy ordered, getting into Greg’s face. Greg nodded in agreement. Brandy then licked his ears and the side of his face. “Good! You are so damn sexy to me, Greg. Now I am about to go back to sucking your big ass dick, and I don’t want to hear another Goddamn word!”
    Greg nodded again as Brandy got back on her knees with her eyes locked on his dick. She slapped his dick around and Greg was nervously startled.
    “I know you are not nervous, Greg!”
    He shook his head in denial of her accusation.
    “Good.” Brandy said as she reached over to the side and grabbed gray duck tape, placing it over his mouth. He muffled with fears in his eyes.
    “Oh, don’t worry baby. Momma gon’ to take good care of you.” She reached down, grabbed her purple blindfold, and covered his eyes. Greg began muffling uncontrollably, in fear of the unknown. “Good boy. Now, I am about to ride this fat dick until I nut. Everything will be just fine.”
    Brandy began licking Greg’s nipples with the tip of her tongue. Greg’s head rose with veins popping out of his neck. She turned around, grabbed his dick, and sat gently upon it. Her breaths stammered deeply. She leaned over, touching her ankles and bouncing up and down, watching as his toes curled. She picked her head up and bit her lip.
    “Damn, this is a big ass dick! Oh my God -- it is so good! You are about to make me nut on this dick! Do you want me to climax, Greg?!”
    He nodded affirmatively while muffling.
    “You son of bitch! Do you want me to nut?! Answer me, Greg! Do you want me to nut?!” she screamed.
    Greg hollered as the tape slipped off of his mouth. Brandy grabbed her tits, squeezing them while shaking her long hair and screaming . . .

 
    Chapter 2
    A Life Change
     
     
    Brandy woke up to the sound of Mila crying for a bottle. Sweat drenched her face because reoccurring dreams of her and Greg seemed too real. She rose up and went into the kitchen to fix Mila’s bottle. With the milk in tow, Brandy walked back into the room, picked Mila up, and fed her on the bed.
    Brandy looked at her one-year-old daughter’s curly hair and caressed her small coconut-skinned legs as she fell asleep in her mother’s arms. It was a cold November night with low temperatures and a few snow flurries. Brandy ran the heat all night because her daughter had a slight cold. She rocked Mila back and forth while looking at Channel 5 News. She noticed the time was 2:02 am on a Saturday morning. Brandy was tired from working a 12-hour shift at the DD&T call center. Barely