In Honor of MLK Part 1

What most people don't know about MLK is that he was an inveterate horn dog. Yes. It's true. On the day he died he slept with three women. Except, really, people, let's divest ourselves of THAT euphemism: he fucked. How's that? Better? I thought so.

The brother was ahead of his time in so many ways. It is almost as if he had come from a distant future to save us all from our sins. He had a dream: that we would all live in peace and harmony. And that black men could fuck white women with impunity. I do believe we have mission accomplished on that score, after all, haven't we all seen the Kim K. vid of her sucking the dick of a fine black brutha? (And to be fair, he DID go down on her, but not for nearly long enough, let us be open about THAT too.)

The Plan:

In the spirit of MLK, I, Hilda Stinson-Reynolds will do the impossible: I shall fuck three men in one day. How d'ya like that, Mista' King?

I shall begin with, of course, the most obvious, my darling space pirating husband, Captain Malcolm Reynolds! Holla!

And then, I shall with the permission of my besty, take hubby down to the mat, so to speak. (And she of course, will get to have MY darling Mal! Fair is fair!)

And last? That dishy Indian diagnostician. True, he's a little taller than the average Injun, but he's geeky enough. I could-and I will tackle HIM. And he'll like it. Dammit. (How do I know HIM? Oh. Darlin', that Kal Penn gets AROUND, lemme tell you!)

The Execution:

"Mal," I rolled over into his hard hard body and ran my hand to its hardest soft spot.

"Hilda," he groaned as I lowered my mouth onto his member.

Up down up down up. My hand moving in unison with my mouth, my tongue reaching and flicking his frenulum and the way I would peel back his foreskin with my mouth. The Captain became harder and harder.

"Oh, oh, I'm gon' come, oh. OH." He pulled away from me and kissed me firmly. "I know what you need." He traced the line of my nipples and began to lick at them. Long luxuriant licks, around and around, until I could no longer bear it and he began to work his way down my stomach until finally, he tongue was at my pudenda and then, my clit. He briefly stopped to suck upon my labia majora, which was freshly hairless thanks to the European Wax Center (TM) and then, back to my clit which he licked back and forth, over and over until I came.

That finished, brought himself over me and inserted his member SSSSLOOOWLY into me as he kissed me, tongue in my mouth. And then, he began to fuck in earnest. Harder and harder, he took my my wrists and held them down above my head with one hand, with the other, he rubbed his thumb over my clit as he fucked me until, finally, both of us came, together.

He made pancakes out of nut flour (I am off carbs), we ate, and then, blissfully, we went back to sleep.

As for the rest of my MLK day tale: stay tuned sports fans.

I remain,

Hilda Stinson