Chronicles of a Nympho: Rhea aka Freaky Slut

Brief Introduction: (contains description of the main character and narrator: Rhea)

I hate that there’s a double standard when it comes to sex partners between men and women. I mean seriously, if a dude sleeps with every bitch on planet Earth, he’s a pimp; if a woman sleeps with more than five men, she’s a ho. That’s all a bunch of bullshit in my opinion. Just because I love to fuck with all different types of men, doesn’t mean I’m a ho; I just love being pleasured. Plain and simple: there’s nothing wrong with a good fuck (that’s what I tell each and every person who labels me as a ho, loose-booty, bop, tramp, heifer, home-wrecker, and everything else I have been called over the years.)

I know you wonder, “What does this chick look like?”

I’ll describe each and every part of myself to you. Let me start with the basics. I’m currently twenty-seven years old and my name is Rhea, short for Rheonique (yeah, I know it may sound ghetto.) I’m 5’4″ tall and 137 lbs. to be exact. My skin is the color of melted caramel. Yeah, I’m a redbone or whatever you wanna call it. I have reddish-brown wavy hair that touches my collar bone. My eyes are dark green with golden colored accents (thanks to my gramma.) I have a “baby face” with pouty lips and a small button-nose. My eyes are almond-shaped and I have long thick eyelashes. One of my best facial features are my deep dimples.

Okay, enough about my face. I have the most beautiful set of twins on this earth. Men can’t get enough of my 36D breasts. My nipples are milk chocolate-colored and thick. My areolas are quite small. Oh yeah, I almost forgot; my left nipple is pierced and I have a barbell in it. Matter of fact, I have two other piercings. My navel is pierced as well as the nape of my neck. I have a flat stomach, a round ass(also known as an “onion booty”), and thick caramel colored thighs.




Episode I:


It was a hot Friday afternoon. I didn’t have a job at the time, and I was bored to death. There wasn’t anything on tv and I didn’t feel like doing any activity that included me lifting a single finger. My phone rang around three that afternoon. It was my cousin Rodney. He told me that he wanted me to come over and braid his hair. I really didn’t feel like it but I needed the money. Rodney was eighteen or so at the time. Despite our age difference, we got along really well. He always knew how to make me laugh.

I got up and took a quick shower. After showering, I rummaged through my closet looking for something to wear. I decided on a mini skirt with black leggings underneath them and a simple purple EckÇ blouse. The blouse was cut right above my navel, and showed off my brand new piercing. I combed through my hair a bit, put on a pair of flip flops, and left my house.
I got to Rodney’s apartment a little after five. When I knocked on the door, one of his friends answered. I found Rodney in the back room smoking a blunt.

“Rodney, hurry up with that shit. You called me to come braid yo head. I got plans for tonight.” I lied.

Rodney laughed and nodded his head. I went back into the living room and sat down on his old love seat. I noticed that two dudes were in the kitchen talking and playing dominoes. One of them was the one who had answered the door. I had no idea who the other dude was. He definitely looked good. I smiled at him; he smiled back. He looked to be in his early twenties. His hair was really what caught my attention. He had long neat dreads that touched the middle of his back. This dude had it going on. He was a dark-skinned version of a “pretty boy.”

He looked over at me again and smiled. I quickly batted my eyelashes at him and turned my head. I snuck another peak at him; just looking at him made my pussy quiver. His eyes intrigued me. I was so wrapped up in his looks. I couldn’t really tell how tall he was or if he was muscular because he had on a big ass white tee and a black pair of jeans that almost touched his ankles.

“Aight, girl.” Rodney said.
“Come on and braid my hair.”

Rodney came over to where I was sitting and put a pillow on the floor. I opened my legs and let him sit down between them. He handed me a comb and I began to part his hair into different sections. I could tell his friend was checking me out while I wasn’t looking. Every time I looked in his direction, he would smile and then turn his head.

“Rodney, who dat boy over there at ya table?” I whispered.

“Dat’s my friend, Que.”

“He gotta girl?” I asked.

“Nah, I don’t think so. Why? You tryin’ to holla at him?” he laughed.

I smiled and continued to braid his hair without answering his question. An hour later, I was finished with his hair. Que was in the living room now and was sitting on the opposite side of the room. I got up from where I was sitting and poured myself a glass of water. When I came back, I purposely sat down beside Que.

“I saw you checkin me out.” I said in a flirtatious voice.

He smiled and said, “Yeah, I aint gonna lie.”
“Whuz goin on witcha ma? My name’s Quent, but everybody calls me Que.”

I introduced myself to him and continued talking to him. He got a little closer to me and began to flirt like crazy. I crossed my legs and tried to control my arousal. Que was lookin’ so sexy sitting besides me. I touched his hair and twirled his dreads around my fingers. He rested his hand on my thigh and told me more about himself.

“Rhea, I live right around the corner. You wanna go to my place so we can talk in a more . . . private setting.”

I smiled at him and winked my eye. He knew exactly what that meant. I gathered my stuff and said a quick goodbye to Rodney. Que and I chatted a little more while we walked down the street toward his house. It was around eight and had just turned dark. In the back of my mind, I knew that I was giving him the panties before the night was over.

When we made it to his house, I noticed a couple cars parked outside.

“Yo Que, you live alone?”

“Nah Rhea, I live with my ma.”

I stopped in my tracks and looked at him blankly.

“Why yeen tell me that? Nikka, you crazy. Your ass too damn old to be livin’ wit yo fuckin mama!” I screamed.

“Hold on Rhea, what you talkin bout?” he said while grabbing my hand.

I couldn’t believe this had just happened. Five minutes ago, I was wondering how good he was gonna be in bed; now, I’m thinking I gotta go home and fuck my dildo.

“I aint nowhere near too old to be livin’ wit my moms.”

I was somewhat confused at his statement. In my opinion, anybody older than eighteen is too old to be with they damn mama.

“Que, how old are you?” I said in a dry voice.

“Sixteen ma. How old you thought I was?”

I stood there in absolute disbelief. I don’t know why I hadn’t asked him how old he was earlier. He didn’t look sixteen at all. Dammit. We stood there without saying a word to each other for over five minutes. The more I thought about it, the more relaxed I became.

I had never fucked with a dude that young, but it might not be so bad after all.

“You goin it wit me?”

“Yeah. I want you to show me your room.” I joked.
He smiled at me and held my hand. When we walked in the front door, the living room was dark, cluttered, and empty.

“Anybody here?” I whispered.

“Yeaaah, my moms here…she in her room tho. Come on.”

I followed him to the end of a short hall and into a dark bedroom. He cut on the light and sat down on his small full sized bed. His room was very basic and small. I breathed a sigh of relief when I realized that there weren’t any action figures, race car beds, or any other youthful paraphernalia.

He patted the space beside him on the bed and said, “You gone sit down or what?”

I closed his bedroom door and walked toward him.

“Lemme say it like dis . . . ” I paused.
“I aint gotta beat around the bush.”
“You gone fuck me Que. You gone fuck me better than you’ve ever fucked any bitch before.”
“You understand?” I said in a firm, motherly voice.

He nodded his head and smiled. I stood in front him for a few seconds and stared down at him. Que grabbed my hips firmly and pulled me down into his lap. He did it so fast, I almost jumped in surprise.

“Now who’s in control?” he said in a rougher voice.

I definitely liked the way he was talking. There’s nothing better than a man taking control. He leaned closer to me and moved his lips toward mine. I instantly pressed my lips against his. I didn’t use tongue at first. I darted my tongue out of my mouth and parted his soft lips. I ran my tongue across his tongue and bottom lip.

Que moved back some and sucked on my bottom lip. He gently bit down on my lips and then went back to working his tongue. His tongue was strong and bittersweet in taste. He groped my ass with his strong hands and worked his way up my back. Que sucked on my tongue and nipped it lightly with his teeth. The more I played with his tongue, the wetter my paradise got.

Que broke our kiss and tightly held the base of my shirt. He pushed it quickly over my head in one swift motion. He stared at my titties that peeked out of the top of my lacy black bra. My hard nipples poked through the thin material.

“Damn, Rhea. I didn’t know you had it liked that.”
“Them titties look like made just fo me . . . ” he mumbled.

I smiled. I knew I had him right where I wanted him. I could feel his dick growing underneath my booty. He picked me up and sat me on the bed. He stood in front of me and took off his shirt. His abs were very impressive. He didn’t have a six pack, but his stomach was nice and tight.

Que unbuckled his belt and forced down the fly of his jeans before I knew it. I hooked my fingers in the side of his jeans and pushed down both his jeans and boxers all at one time. His dick sprung out in front of me instantly.

“Damn ma. You got me wanna bust already and yeen even butt naked yet.” he laughed.

His dick was nice and dark, just how I like ‘em. It was somewhere between seven and eight inches. The thickness was perfect; it wasn’t too big or too small. I gently held the base of his dick and looked up at him.

Que looked like he was about jump out of his skin and I hadn’t even sucked it yet. He smiled down at me and closed his eyes.

“Tell me what you want baby!”
“Tell me what you want.” I teased.

“Suck this dick.” he groaned.

I held his dick and stroked it lightly from the base to the tip.

“Talk to me dirty. Tell me what you want me to.”

“Suck my dick, bitch.” he groaned.

His use of the word bitch made my clit tingle.

“Say it again!” I yelled.

“Bitch! Suck this dick. Suck this muthafucka.” he said while pointing down at his dick.

He put his hand on the back of my head and nudged me toward his dick. I opened my mouth and let my built up saliva drench his dick. I formed and O shape with my mouth and welcomed him in. I stiffened up my tongue and licked the underside of his dick.

I stared up at him as I worked him into my mouth. I grazed his dick with my tongue and made him flinch. His eyes rolled in the back of his head as I worked my tongue. I stroked his dick like a pro with my right hand. I lifted his dick in the air and began to lick his nutts. I rolled my tongue across both of them and allowed my saliva to coat them.

I continuously stroked his dick while I licked his nutts. He was looking down at me. He groaned and grunted while I took one of his nutts into my mouth. The texture of them drove me wild. I could feel his dick jumping in my hand. I knew if I continued he would bust before I wanted him to. I stood up in front of him. He grabbed the front of my bra and pulled it clean off. It came off without any type of resistance. I laughed when he threw it across the room.

We stood there in silence while he stared at my perky titties.