Chapter Eight
DOSE
My dick was hard as fuck as the bitch sucked it through a glory-hole.
I done did enough freaky shit to knock out another nigga's bucket list. Wasn't shit considered nasty to me except some gay shit and bitches doing that nasty-ass shit like two-girls-and-one-cup and golden-showers.
It's primarily the reason why I didn't enter the porn industry because I didn't want to do shit under anyone else's terms. My pops only got away with it because he had an elite contract that made it seem like they were working for him and they couldn't dictate shit.
According to the rules, guidelines and small font, shit changed a whole lot and the demand was fairly low.
Popular websites take a certain percentage, that can be taxable, and you don't have much say-so under anything once contracts are signed.
After Dark allowed me to freelance and do whatever I want.
Somehow, someway, I was invited to this freak spot from one of my subscribers.
We've been kicking it for a while. She has a fetish with sucking my dick.
I never asked to fuck, so it was a win-win situation.
Though she was pretty as hell, I wasn't looking to fuck her.
When it came to subscribers, if that was ever mentioned, I allowed it randomly, with an extensive check for their bill of health.
I required that I get a month-to-month checkup, followed by immediate infections and diseases that were undetected.
It was common for people to fake results which is why I requested most women to be seen by my practitioner because it could be done at rapid speed.
This chick wasn't excluded. She saw my dentist before even licking one of my balls. I don't play that shit. I love clean women and clean pussy. I can't have one without the other.
When the $5,000 transaction cleared, we talked on a more lucrative basis.
We've been kicking it for a while. She has a fetish with sucking my dick.
I never asked to fuck, so it was a win-win situation.
Though she was pretty as hell, I wasn't looking to fuck her.
When it came to subscribers, if that was ever mentioned, I allowed it randomly, with an extensive check for their bill of health.
I required that I get a month-to-month checkup, followed by immediate infections and diseases that were undetected.
It was common for people to fake results which is why I requested most women to be seen by my practitioner because it could be done at rapid speed. This chick wasn't excluded.
The spot was tucked away in some bougie-ass neighborhood in Buckhead, the kind of place where white folks jogged at night without looking over their shoulders.
The house looked regular as hell from the outside—brick, two-story, manicured lawn—but inside was a whole different story.
Shawty had converted her basement into a full-blown freak palace.
Red lighting, padded walls, multiple rooms with different setups.
This wasn't her first rodeo, and I respected the professionalism.
She ran this shit like a business, same as me.
"You ready, Dose?" her voice came through the speaker on my side of the wall. Smooth, sultry, with that hint of desperation that let me know she'd been thinking about this shit all week.
"Yeah, I'm good," I said, adjusting my position.
I was standing in a small room, maybe six by six, with the glory hole cut into the wall at the perfect height.
She'd measured that shit specifically for me after I sent her my measurements.
That's the type of attention to detail I fucked with.
The hole was smooth, lined with some soft material so my dick wouldn't get scratched up. Professional as fuck.
I pulled my dick out, already semi-hard just from the anticipation. This was easy money. All I had to do was stand here, let her do her thing, and collect my bread. No cameras on my face, no contracts, no bullshit. Just me, my dick, and a bitch who loved sucking it.
Her tongue came through first, wet and eager, licking around the rim of the hole like she was teasing me. I felt that shit in my spine. Then her fingers reached through, wrapping around my shaft, stroking me slow and deliberate. She knew what the fuck she was doing.
"Damn," I muttered, my head falling back against the wall. My dick swelled in her hand, getting harder with each stroke. She had that perfect grip—not too tight, not too loose—and she twisted her wrist just right on the upstroke. This bitch had been practicing.
When her mouth finally wrapped around my tip, I damn near lost it.
Warm, wet, and soft as hell. She sucked me through that hole like her life depended on it, taking me deeper with each bob of her head.
I could hear her moaning on the other side, like sucking my dick was getting her off just as much as it was getting me off. That shit turned me on even more.
"Fuck, just like that," I groaned, my hand pressed flat against the wall.
I couldn't see her, couldn't touch her, couldn't do shit but stand there and let her work.
And that was the whole appeal. No strings, no expectations, just pure physical pleasure.
She wasn't trying to trap me, wasn't trying to get me to fall in love with her.
She just wanted to suck my dick, and I was more than happy to let her.
Her head game was vicious. She alternated between sucking and licking, paying special attention to the sensitive spot right under my tip.
Every now and then, she'd pull back and spit on it, getting it extra wet before taking me back in her mouth.
I could feel her throat opening up, trying to take me deeper, and the sensation had my toes curling in my Jordans.
This was the type of shit that made me love my job.
I wasn't out here doing scenes with directors yelling "cut" every five minutes, wasn't dealing with fluffers or makeup artists or any of that extra shit.
I controlled my content, my image, my money.
After Dark gave me the freedom to do exactly what I wanted, and what I wanted was to get my dick sucked by bad bitches who paid me for the privilege.
My pops tried to warn me about the industry when I first started.
He'd been in the game back in the day, one of the few Black men who actually made real money in porn.
But he had an elite contract, the kind they don't offer anymore.
He had creative control, profit sharing, the whole nine.
These days, these companies want to own you.
They want to dictate what you do, who you fuck, how you fuck.
They take a percentage of everything, and if you blow up, they're the ones getting rich while you're still doing scenes for a flat rate. Fuck that shit though.
I'd rather build my own brand, my own following, my own empire.
After Dark was Black-owned, which meant they understood the culture.
They understood that niggas like me didn't want to be told what to do.
They gave us the platform and let us run with it.
I uploaded what I wanted, when I wanted.
I set my own prices, chose my own collaborators, maintained my own standards.
And my standards were high as fuck.
I didn't fuck with just anybody. Every woman I worked with had to go through my screening process.
Full STI panel, updated within the last thirty days.
If I had any doubts, I sent them to my own doctor for verification.
I'd seen too many niggas in this industry get burned—literally—because they were thinking with their dicks instead of their heads.
Not me. I was too smart for that, too careful.
My health was my wealth, and I wasn't about to risk it for nobody.
This girl, the one currently deep throating my dick through a glory hole, had jumped through every hoop.
She'd sent me her test results, gone to my dentist for a oral health check, even signed an NDA.
She understood that this was business, and she respected the process.
That's why I fucked with her. Well, not literally fucked her, but you know what I mean.
"Shit, baby, you trying to make me nut already?" I said, my voice strained. She was going crazy on my dick, sucking it like she was trying to pull my soul out through my tip. I could feel the pressure building in my balls, that familiar tightening that let me know I was getting close.
She pulled off with a wet pop, and I heard her laugh on the other side. "Not yet," she said, her voice breathy. "I want to enjoy this."
I smirked. She was getting her money's worth, that's for damn sure.
Five bands was a lot, but for an hour of my time and a guaranteed nut?
That was a fair trade. Plus, she wasn't annoying.
She didn't try to hit me up outside of our scheduled sessions, didn't try to catch feelings, didn't try to turn this into something it wasn't. She understood the assignment.
Her mouth was back on me, and this time she was taking me even deeper.
I felt the back of her throat, felt her gag a little, but she didn't pull back.
She pushed through it, relaxing her throat and taking me all the way to the base.
My dick was fully through that hole now, and she was working it like a professional.
"Goddamn," I hissed, my hips jerking forward involuntarily. I wanted to grab her head, wanted to control the pace, but I couldn't. All I could do was stand there and take it. And fuck, it felt good.
She was slobbering all over my shit now, spit dripping down my balls, making everything slick and messy. I could hear the wet, sloppy sounds of her sucking, could hear her moaning and gagging and loving every second of it. This bitch was a freak, and I was here for it.