Sneak peek
Dojah Bee
Naked underneath the disposable, latex-free medical gown, Dojah Bee laid on the vinyl and foam padding table with her socked feet in the stirrups. The paper rustled beneath her as her pussy doctor urged her to continuously scoot down. Able to squeeze her in on short notice, Doctor Yamaguchi sat on a rolling stool between her shaky legs, fitting a pair of examining gloves on his big hands. His nurse stood off to the side, next to the cotton balls and wooden gagging sticks.
“Why the early visit?” he asked, roughly pushing her thighs further apart. He refused to wear a mask. “Your annual Pap smear isn’t for another few months.”
Feeling Doctor Yamaguchi separate the folds of her vagina and insert the cool speculum, Dojah placed her hands behind her head, remembering what brought her there.
***
Jordan was his name. That was all she knew because his surname was irrelevant for an introductory engagement. He and Dojah met online. A dating site. Physical attraction brought her to his page. He was active, and after noticing that she had viewed his page, correspondence began with a simple hello. Confessing how he hated texting because messages could be misconstrued, Jordan left his number and curtly signed off.
Bored from her work/home routine, and having no real hobbies or friends, Dojah decided to make the harmless call. Jordan was easy on the eyes. Dreads in a bun with the sides shaved, sporting the typical crisp white Tee, ironed jeans and Timberlands helped his appearance, from the website’s required profile picture. And being a little over six feet tall and a few shades lighter than she, was another plus. Dojah wasn’t particularly attracted to short men or men darker than she was. It wasn’t because she was shallow. It was her preference.
Hanging her freshly laundered lab coat on the hook, in the backseat of her five-year-old Mercedes Benz, and after a twenty-minute call, Dojah typed the address Jordan privately sent her, into her GPS. Appropriately dressed, wearing a blouse and pair of jeans, Dojah decided against going home to freshen up. She hadn’t done much work today, outside of a few cleanings, fillings, and crowns.
It was a forty-minute drive from her office to Jordan’s location, so Dojah turned up her radio. H.E.R., the female artist, was the first to boom from her playlist. Knowing it was against the law, Dojah texted her friend, Alumni, who lived out of state. She sent Alumni Jordan’s address and photograph. Someone needed to know her whereabouts just in case Jordan posed a threat.
Making it to her destination before the time her GPS had originally stated, Dojah turned into a neighborhood that she rarely frequented. It was noisy from the airplanes flying overhead and from the Amtrak trains hauling mail and passenger accommodations on the railroad tracks.
Slowing her speed as she searched for the address, Jordan called her phone, interrupting her music even though she had already lowered the volume.
“Hello?”
“You almost here?” Hearing Jordan’s voice made Dojah’s eyebrows wrinkle. A closed-mouth smile graced her slim face.
“I’m on your street, looking for your address,” she expressed with bated breath. Her doe-like eyes shifted from the houses on the right and the neglected road.
Still on the phone, a man stepped into the street, maybe a hundred yards away.
“Is that you in the Benz? Flash your lights,” he ordered.
Seeing Jordan, Dojah smacked her lips and briefly rolled her eyes, but did as he instructed. He disconnected the call.
Standing in the middle of the street, lacking a shirt, Jordan had his jeans dropped so low, his bushy pubic hair was sprouting over his button. He had three gold chains that laid heavily against his chest, void of muscles, and his collarbone down to his stomach was inked with pictures and words. Disgusted by his first impression, a sly grin appeared on Dojah’s face. She was still happy he looked like his online photo.
Directing her to park in his driveway, and before she could turn off her ignition, Jordan latched the gate behind her Benz. Grabbing her bottle of fragrance, Dojah sprayed a few pumps between her legs, just as Jordan opened her door.
“All girls like Love Spell!” His teeth were beautiful, and his mouth looked clean.
“I don’t know about all girls, but I do.”
He unhooked her seatbelt.
“Get out!” His stare was penetrating. “Let me look at you.” He brought a blunt up to his lips, inhaled, and blew it out the side of his lips.
Removing her car keys and sliding her wrist through her costly yet chic purse, Dojah shyly stood in front of Jordan. Built straight up and down with a handful of breasts and ass, Jordan gave her a wink of approval.
“I like you.”
“You don’t even know me to like me!” Those three words made her blush.
“I like what I see.” He urged her toward the steps leading up to the door, past his red Mustang. “Let’s go inside.” He walked wide-legged, trying to keep his jeans from falling further down.
“Pull your pants up!” Dojah gripped the belt buckle loops on each side, hiking his jeans up.
“Look at you! Already touching me!” Jordan laughed, playfully pulling Dojah into a bear hug. Surprisingly, he didn’t smell of what he was smoking.
Lustfully staring into each other’s eyes, Dojah broke the moment. She put her purse on his single couch and walked around, while he took a seat on a chair.
His place was unexpectedly well kept. No dishes were in the sink, the trash was emptied, and the bed was made. The bathroom was clean, and no dirty clothes were in his hamper. A few headshots and music video pictures were hung on the same wall, opposite the front door.
“You’ve been on TV?”
“Yea.” His eyes were on the fifty-inch screen that was mounted on a different wall. “That bitch got a fat ass!”
“Really?” Dojah followed his scrutiny. Some song was playing that she had never heard, and the ladies bouncing to it were close to being naked.
“I ain’t never gonna meet them hoes!” He pressed the lit end of his blunt against the glass ashtray, smiling. He rose.
He wrapped his arms around Dojah’s trim waist, barely kissing her lips. He needed her permission to continue.
Resisting but not entirely, Dojah stood on tippy toes and laced her fingers around Jordan’s neck. They had a vibe like they had known each other longer than a couple of hours.
A few pecks later, they were playing with each other’s tongues.
“Come on.” Jordan abandoned her mouth but held onto her hips.
Everything went dark; the only light coming from the clocks on the microwave and stove.
Not comfortable surrendering to Jordan attempting to peel her clothes from her firm frame, Dojah stepped out of his reach. Cocking his head to the side, confused, Jordan peered at Dojah through the dark.
“Can you get me a towel?” She nervously unbuttoned her pants.
“For what?”
“Can you just do it?” She untucked her shirt, prepared to lift it over her head.
Irritated, and with his jeans revealing the crack of his ass, Jordan wet a towel and brought it back to Dojah, who was now wearing just her bra.
“You good now?” He handed her the warm, soapy washcloth, letting his pants fall to his ankles. Using his feet, he pulled them off while Dojah wiped between her legs. She hated that she had decided to go straight to Jordan’s house without stopping off at home to shower.
“Yea. Thanks.” She folded her items and laid them on his dresser.
“Lay down,” he ordered.
He climbed on top of her, finding her lips.
Dojah loved kissing. It easily aroused her.
Moving to her neck, Jordan sucked a little harder than she would’ve liked. A hickie was definitely inevitable.
“Take this off!” He roughly pulled at her bra straps.
Apparently not fulfilling his demands quick enough, Jordan somehow managed to lift her bra over her breasts. Latching on to her size-C’s, he rolled one nipple between his fingers while simultaneously licking the other. Squirming beneath his heavy physique, Dojah moaned in pleasure.
“You like that, huh?” He paused, briefly.
Remaining silent, Dojah gripped his ears with her well-manicured nails, placing him back on her nipple. Chills filled her insides and goosebumps popped up on her arms.
Kissing down her stomach, Jordan sniffed her. He kissed the inside of her thighs.
“Where’s that towel?”
In arms reach, Dojah gave him the towel as she laid with her pussy in his face, unsure of what was going on.
“I’m not trying to get soap in my mouth.” Jordan wiped her coochie off to his liking.
“My bad.” She lifted her head from off his fluffy pillows.
“Who told you I was gonna eat yo’ pussy, anyway?” He tossed the towel on the edge of the bed.
“You don’t have to, just get the condoms,” Dojah casually stated, disappointed. She loved getting her pussy ate, and it had been a minute since anyone had indulged in what she had to offer.
“Girl, shut up!” Jordan put his face between her legs. He separated her lips. “I love eating pussy!” He lapped at her clit.
Dojah relaxed and let Jordan show her what his mouth did.
Hard as a rock, Jordan brought Dojah to climax. He rotated his tongue around her clit until she forcefully pushed him off her.
“Turn over.” He wanted to fuck her from the back.
“Where’s the condom?” She double-checked, looking back at him.
“It’s right here!” Jordan huffed. “I’m putting it on.”
Dojah listened for the tearing of the condom wrapper. Once she heard it, she complied, relaxing in the moment.
Entering her, Jordan moaned loudly, causing Dojah to smirk. She was very aware of her tight walls.
In and out, Jordan pounded Dojah from behind as they both moaned in bliss. About ten minutes into it, Jordan just stopped.
“Why’d you stop?” Dojah questioned. He had her about to cum on his dick. “You were about to bust, huh?”
Wiping his forehead, Jordan grinned.
“Yep!”
“Don’t do that!” Dojah fussed. “We can do it again.”
“Oh, that’s what’s up!” He raised back up, placing his dick at her opening.
He thought he was going to slip back inside of her, easily.
“Damn! Yo’ shit closed back up that fast?” He snatched the used condom off.
“What you doing?” Dojah moved. She wasn’t comfortable with raw sex, yet.
“Trying to get hard again.”
“Just don’t put your dick on my shit without a condom on!” she reiterated with her ass still in the air.
“I’m clean! I ain’t got nothing,” Jordan voiced. His hand massaged her butt cheeks.
“Me either, and I want to keep it that way.”
Opening another rubber, Jordan jacked himself and then protected his dick.
Before he could push inside of Dojah, she reached underneath her stomach, feeling Jordan’s dick. But that wasn’t the reason for touching it. She needed to feel that latex barrier.
“What you doin’?”
“Making sure you put it on.” Satisfied, she arched her back.
“I guess.” Jordan sounded upset, but he took it out on her pussy.
Moans and groans emitted from the two as they enjoyed their pleasure-filled ride. Several minutes passed, and Dojah thought she felt Jordan completely withdraw from her. But it was so fast, and she was so wet, she paid it no mind.
“This pussy fits my dick like a glove. Damn, you feel good, and you’re so wet!” He bit his bottom lip.
“You feel good, too, babe!” Dojah admitted.
“I’m about to cum!” Jordan grunted, spilling his seeds on her back. But Dojah never heard the snapping sound of Jordan snatching the latex covering off.
He wiped his seeds from her skin.
Standing up, Dojah asked where the condom was.
“I don’t know. Somewhere on the bed.” Jordan smoothed his hands over the sheets they had just fucked on.
“Where is it?” Dojah scolded him like he was her child. “You took it off, huh?”
“Naw!” Jordan searched for the condom. “Maybe it got stuck inside of you before I was able to take it off! I didn’t want to cum in the condom!” He checked under the covers and on the bedroom floor.
Adjusting her bra, Dojah got dressed, then flicked on the light. Jordan continued looking around.
“Jordan?” Dojah called his name firmly.
Still naked and on his knees, he looked up at her.
“Keep it real,” she calmly stated with both hands on her hips and a stern face. “Tell me the truth. Did you take it off?”
Defeated, Jordan replied.
“Yea.”
“Why?” Dojah raised her voice. “Why would you do that to me? That’s fucked up!”
“I don’t have anything, and you’re not gonna get pregnant because I didn’t cum in you, I promise,” he pleaded, still on the floor.
“That’s not the point! I trusted you, and this is how you do me?” She headed toward the living room, which was only feet away.
“I’m sorry, okay? But I swear I don’t have anything, and you won’t get pregnant! I can’t even have kids anymore. I haven’t gotten a female pregnant in almost ten years!”
“I don’t give a fuck about another bitch! I’m talking about myself!” Dojah hollered, picking up her purse. “Let me out!”
“Listen, you’re right, and I shouldn’t have done that! I’ll buy you a Plan B tomorrow, if you want me to, just tell me how much it is and I’ll Cashapp you half,” he offered.
“Yea, whatever.” Dojah hoped she could pee before she left, but unfortunately, her bladder was empty. Somewhere, she had read that urinating could help prevent pregnancy if you used the bathroom immediately after sex.
Blocking the door, Jordan gazed at her with hurt in his eyes.
“I won’t do that again. I’m sorry, okay? I just wanted to feel the real you.” He blew out a deep breath.
“And we could have, when I was ready, but you decided that for me, and now it’s gonna be hard to trust you, again.” Dojah shrugged.
“I really like you.”
“I liked you, too!” Dojah twisted the doorknob. “Can you let me out now? I’m ready to go.”
Having no luck, Jordan relented and followed behind Dojah. She disarmed her alarm, hopped in her truck and turned over the ignition. He unlocked the gate, posted at the end of the driveway.
Slowly backing out, Dojah stopped where he stood with a sad face. She rolled her window down.
“Which way do I go?” was all she asked. She was pissed.
Pointing her in the right direction, Dojah flew down the street toward her house, making plans to purchase the morning after pill and schedule an appointment with her gynecologist.
***
“Glad you came in,” Doctor Yamaguchi agreed, finishing up his exam after hearing a summary of the events that brought her in. He tossed his gloves in the trash. “You know the routine. If something is wrong, we will call you. Otherwise, you’re fine.” He and his nurse left her in the room to get dressed.
Dojah hadn’t seen Jordan since that incident. But they texted daily, and spoke on the phone, occasionally. She convinced him that everything was fine between the two of them, but once she was given her test results, he was definitely going on her block list.
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