The Erotic Adventures of Young M.C.

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Steamy, sultry, and spicy, if you don't bust more than a move for this one, you're probably either a eunuch or you had a female circumcision…

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This is a cautionary tale for any man who's tried obliging the fairer sex, only to find himself treated unfairly.

Marvin entered the nightclub cautiously. Never before had he seen such a parade of succulent skin on display; girls were scantily-clad, showing off their taut, toned bodies. Pert, firm breasts quivered against shimmering, skin-tight fabric, daring to expose themselves as the women of the dance club writhed with pleasure. They jammed like whores possessed, slowly grinding their bodies rhythmically to the beat of the music. Some against the crotches of the well-dressed and well-hung men of the nightclub, others crossing their legs around the polished silver poles, which jutted up from the mirrored dance floor like shining erections. Other girls would, in their passion, dance and rub their bodies up against each other. It was more than a young M.C. could take.

Amid the orgy of naked skin, Marvin could make out the woman of his dreams standing at the bar. She wore a lacy, white wedding dress that was hemmed just below her snatch. She stood, laughing with three of her girlfriends, each with tits bigger than the last. But it wasn't her smooth, round breasts Marvin focused on, it was her eyes. They flashed like jewels beneath her aqua eye shadow. As she laughed, she tossed her frizzy, brown hair all the way over to the one side of her head, revealing a long, ridiculous silver earring. She was a vision, and looked like a young Vanity or LaToya Jackson.

As he stared at this gorgeous piece of ass, Marvin's erection grew heavy and pounded like a cudgel against his parachute pants, wishing to sex her. His cock knew what he should do, even going so far as to point him in the right direction, but all Marvin could think was how he didn't have a shot with a woman like her. He was too shy and he just stayed leaning up against the wall. "I'm such a poindexter." Marvin sighed to himself. His cock grew limp, a single tear forming at its tip.

But it looked like lady luck was smiling on Marvin and his hungry cock, for the enchantress was walking towards him, with her clutch of whores in tow. There was something about the way she walked; not just moving one leg in front of the other, but with each step, she was casually squeezing her thighs against her crotch, enough so that anyone who caught a glimpse up the front of her skirt could see how damp the fabric of her whisper-thin panties had become. As she approached, Marvin's cock grew in anticipation. His sac stiffened, ready to empty his seed into the first warm, inviting place he could find.

As she walked by, Marvin found himself unable to speak. His chance to plunge deep into the soft folds of this woman were slipping away! Almost without thinking, he blurted out,

"I wanna suck your pussy."

She stopped immediately, as the shock of Marvin's overture set in. Marvin could not believe the words, his innermost desires, had comes from his mouth so readily. Not sure if this was enough, he continued with greater zeal. He dropped to his knees.

"Let me get down and tongue-fuck you. Baby, I'll do anything for you, lay you down and fuck your brains out, uh," he stammered, "...with my hard dick."

The stunning woman reached out a hand, clad in a lacy, fingerless glove and gently fingered the fabric of Marvin's acid-washed jacket. From her pouty lips she sighed, "Boys with small talk and small minds really don't impress me in bed." And with a coy little wink, the dark-haired goddess with the dripping wet cunt, with the tits spilling out of her short lacy dress and frosted lip gloss spread across her full, cocksucking lips was out of the nightclub and out of Marvin's life forever.

The next day's function was some high-class luncheon at a downtown hotel. Marvin was required to attend as part of one of his record label's promotions. After getting shot down for being overzealous by that hot bitch cunt from the night before, Marvin was drowning his sorrows at the buffet table. He gorged himself, biting down on a buttered shrimp like it was that bitch's clit, nibbling strawberries like they were her nipples, feeding off wet, slippery peach slices that were to Marvin an unsatisfying substitute for the delicacies hidden between that woman's legs.

As young Marvin gobbled up his misery, the emcee of the party took the opportunity to play the new hit song by whatever artist they were promoting that day. Some song about a glamorous life, what a woman needs and all kinds of other vapid shit Marvin couldn't give two fucks about. And as people got up from their tables and started to dance, Marvin just sat there holding court with his four tiny plates, stacked with desserts and delicacies half-uneaten and discarded. What was the use? He'd eaten so much that even if he got up, he's sure he'd split his pants.

With his tongue buried in a cream pie, Marvin was unable to notice the woman walking towards him. She was barely covered by a short snakeskin dress with big gold hoop earrings and a familiarly large chest that bounced with her every step. The men on the dance floor stopped to gawk at her, each one entertaining the most depraved fantasies about how they would love to penetrate that hot body. But she didn't pay them any attention. She pulled a chair out and sat down next to Marvin and asked, shyly,

"Does the offer to suck my pussy still stand?"

Marvin bolted up from the dessert he was currently engaged to. It was the bitch cunt from the night before. He muttered a dismissive reply between mouthfuls of pie.

"What?" the bitch cunt asked, incredulous.

Marvin swallowed. "I'm already eating a pie."

"You sure you wouldn't like this one better?" the bitch cunt said, uncrossing -- then spreading -- her legs.

"Sure it's nice, I guess." he stated.

"What do you think of my lingerie?" she implored, trying to direct Marvin's attention down between her legs. "What's the saying? 'If you have to ask, you can't afford them'."

Marvin put his plate down. He could see the gentle crease running vertically down her panties, and knew what it hid. The bitch cunt hiked her dress up around her hips, she hooked her thumbs under either side of her frilled, expensive panties and slid them down, revealing a thin, perfect slit. She had shaved it completely smooth save for a tiny strip of short black hair, which only served to accentuate the split between her legs. Her cream had already soaked down through her panties and now her soft naked lips glistened with wetness. 

"You want it?" She asked holding up her black lace bottoms. She paused to drink in Marvin's reaction as he now stared at her naked gash. "You've got it." She stuffed her crumpled, moist panties into Marvin's hand and leaned over to whisper, "I like this groove. I wanna dance."

The now pantyless woman dragged a befuddled but embarrassingly erect Marvin out towards the dance floor where she proceeded to freak on his lugubrious body. 

"You look so down," she said, midway into a twirl. "But," she said, wrapping a shapely thigh around him and pressing her naked crotch up against Marvin's hard cock, "I can feel part of you has perked right up."

She pressed her slick opening up to Marvin's hard cock, a mere layer of fabric separating their coitus. The feeling of his rigid member rubbing against her waiting slit caused the bitch's cunt's body to shudder.

"I want to dance to a different groove."

That was all the invitation Marvin needed. He reached down and unzipped his fly, unleashing his thick, sinewy cock. One thrust of his hips and it immediately hit home, up between the bitch cunt's labia. She winced as she felt Marvin's member slide up inside her body.

"Ungh." She let out a moan as he plunged the full length of his cock into her tender hole.

"Yeah." He then began to very slowly withdraw his erection, letting her wet lips caress every throbbing vein.

"Ungh." She sang out, as Marvin suddenly thrust his receding member back up inside her, filling her ladyhole to the point of splitting.

"Huhhooh. Yeah."

"Mmm." He thrust deep inside her once more, forcing his cock into her very soul.

"Ungh." He was once again buried to the hilt inside her.

"Yeah."

"Ungh." The sounds she let out were just unconscious whimpers now.

She leaned back and held onto Marvin with only her pussy. But her slit, now red and swollen from the ordeal, held onto Marvin's angry cock as if her life depended on it. She threw her head back, mouth and eyes wide with disbelief as the orgasm took her, before coming back to rest her head on Marvin's shoulder. Between exhausted breaths, she panted "My name's Sheila." With emphasis, she added, "Sheila E."

Unable to hold back any longer, right on the dance floor, Marvin knew what to do -- he bust a move.