Instead of takin’ that long-ass drive back down to my spot, I decide to crash—like I do most times—at Pops’. Hell, after fuckin’ wit’ Shavron’s Indian-givin’ ass on Saturday, then Maleeka’s cum-thirsty ass yesterday—even if I wanted to, I wouldna been able to make it to my crib. I was too damn drained and exhausted from bustin’ four rounds of nut down in her throat throughout the day. And then I finally gave in and fucked her deep in that fat ass of hers, even though I told her from the dip that it was gonna be a drive-by. But she got on her whinin’-ass bullshit, so I stayed the night and gutted her out. When it was time for a muhfucka to bounce, she hit me up wit’ a quick five hunnid wit’out blinkin’ an eye. Man, listen, I really don’t understand these hoes.
Then as soon as I got ready to lay it down, my cell kept goin’ off. First, it was Tamera’s nutbush ass, callin’ and textin’ me. That bitch is relentless. On some real shit, I’m startin’ to think she’s blazin’ more than trees. She’s too damn erratic. I swear I wanna bend her over and split her asshole wide the fuck open wit’ this dick for bein’ such a shitty-ass ho.
Then Candace called pressin’ me ’bout comin’ through ’cause she hasn’t seen me in a minute. She’s one of them church-goin’-type hoes doin’ Bible study on Thursdays, praisin’ ’n singin’ in the choir ’n shit on Sundays, then gulpin’ down dick the rest of the week. Her heathen-ass got the nerve to have a BlackPlanet page talkin’ ’bout she’s a good, God-fearin’ Christian woman in search of a good man. But turns ’round and sends me a buncha flicks wit’ her ass ’n titties out. What a fuckin’ hypocrite! On some real shit, I’ve fucked her three times. And let me tell you… whoever said, “If you wanna find a real freak, go to church,” ain’t never lied ’cause this freak-nasty, scripture-spewin’ strumpet likes it all. Damn, talkin’ ’bout her takes me back to the first time I was at her spot ready to put this dick to her.
“I’m looking for some hot piss play, baby,” she’d told me, catchin’ a nigga off guard.
“What the fuck you just say?” I’d asked disgusted. “Piss play?”
“Yeah, baby, piss play,” she’d repeated, gettin’ up off of the bed and walkin’ toward me. She wrapped her arms ’round my waist, looked up at me, starin’ into my eyes. “Every now and then I like to be pissed on; it’s no biggie.”
It’s no biggie? “Yo, what in the hell you get outta a muhfucka pissin’ on you?”
“There’s something sexy about watching a man holding his dick in his hands, especially when it’s long and thick, while he’s unleashing a golden stream of hot piss. It really turns me on.”
I’d frowned, steppin’ outta her embrace, then movin’ to the other side of the room. On some real shit, a muhfucka was thinkin’ ’bout gettin’ the fuck up outta there. But a nigga still wanted his dick wet. “Yo, I don’t know what kinda shit you into, but that’s outta my league, baby.”
“At least give it a try before you knock it. You never know, you might like it.”
Yo, this tramp has got to be kiddin’ me, I’d thought to myself, starin’ at this broad like she was two screws from crazy. “Oh, ohhhkaaaay,” I’d said, lookin’ at her ass sideways.
She’d walked back over to me, wrapped her arms ’round my waist again and looked up at me. “Piss on me, daddy. Pleeeeease. Let me feel me your strong, steamy flow of hot, golden urine, then take my pussy and fuck it like you own it.”
I’d scratched the side of my head. “Okay, so let me get this right. What you sayin’ is, you want me to piss on you, then turn ’round and fuck you wit’ my piss runnin’ down ya body?”
She’d nodded, lickin’ her lips. “Oh, yes. Just the thought of it is gettin’ me hot. To be perfectly honest with you, I’ve actually been dying to have a man with a big dick to hose me down, then squat over me and shit on my stomach, while he’s playing in my pussy, with his ass facing toward me. Then we could fuck in the delicious mess.”
Delicious? I’d frowned. Ain’t a muthafuckin’ thing delicious ’bout a muhfucka takin’ a dump on someone. What a nasty bitch! I’d thought. “Yo, you an extra-special type of freak, for real—for real. And on some real shit, I ain’t sign up for this kinda kink.”
“I thought you said you were open-minded. And like it nasty.”
“I am. And I do like it nasty. But not that damn nasty. I’m open to a lotta thangs, baby, but smellin’ a buncha shit and piss while I’m tryna fuck ain’t one of ’em.”
“Okay, then just piss all over my titties, then bend me over and fuck me from behind.”
Did I end up bouncin’ on her nasty ass? Nope. Long story short, a muhfucka ended up fuckin’ her, anyway. I followed her into the master bathroom, waited for her to get into the glass-encased shower, then stepped in after her wearin’ nuthin’ but my boxers. As she dropped down to her knees, I pulled out my dick, then hosed her down wit’ my hot piss—like she wanted it, hittin’ her nasty ass in the face, mouth, and all over her chest while she played in her pussy. Then she turned ’round, grabbed the back of her ankles, and waited for me to run this dick up in her. I wrapped up, then Rambo-fucked her freaky ass. And the crazy shit is, after I finished fuckin’ her, I realized I liked pissin’ on her dumb ass.
Anyway, between the textin’ and the callin’ and the beggin’ and whinin’ ’bout dumb shit, sometimes a muhfucka gotta shut his phone off ’n shit just to get a moment of peace. And that’s exactly what the fuck I did before I finally went to sleep ’round three A.M.
When I finally opened my eyes, ’round ten this mornin’, I got up to see what was good wit’ Pops but he had already bounced— probably over to Moms’ to get his fuck on. I checked my cell and saw I had two texts and one message—all from Akina, spazzin’ the fuck out ’cause I didn’t come through to feed her this dick like I said I was. And I didn’t call. Oh well. She’ll get over it. Anyway, since I had the spot to myself, I fixed myself breakfast, then went to the gym. And, as soon as I got back, I took a nice, long, hot shower, then dozed off.
Three hours later, the ringin’ of my cell wakes me up. I stretch and yawn, glancin’ over at the clock: 4:13 P.M. Damn, I was knocked the fuck out. “Yo, what’s good, ma?”
“You and that humongous dick of yours,” Cherry says in a low, sexy voice. The sound of her voice, the way it purrs through the phone, makes my dick brick instantly. I close my eyes, rememberin’ how good my dick felt inside that big, wet, gushy pussy, as well as in her deep asshole.
“Oh, word? I can’t tell. It took ya sexy ass long ’nough to hit a nigga back. I called you almost two weeks ago.”
“With this housing market the way it is, it’s been a bit hectic here. But, you know I’ll make it up to you.”
“Yeah, baby, you always do.”
“This fat pussy misses you like crazy.”
And I miss them fat cheeks. This ho’s paper is long as hell. She owns her own real estate company and the homes she sells are two million and up. “Damn, baby. And this heavy dick misses you, too, boo,” I tell her. “I’ve been dreamin’ ’bout suckin’ on that sweet, juicy clit of yours, and stickin’ this tongue deep in ya hot slit. Nobody rides this dick like you, baby.”
“Mmmm,” she moans into the phone. “You keep talking like that and you’re gonna have me catching the next flight out of L.A. to Jersey. You got me wanting to play in my pussy.”
I laugh, slippin’ my hand down in my boxers. “I done beat you to it, baby. I’m already strokin’ my shit, thinkin’ ’bout you ridin’ down on this dick. And it’s loaded wit’ thick, gooey cream—just for you.”
See, e’ery now and then, you gotta stroke a ho’s ego. Let her know what you think she wants to know. That you can’t stop thinkin’ ’bout her, that you miss her, that she has the best pussy you’ve had and you can’t stop dreamin’ ’bout it. Let her think she got ya ass hooked on that cock clamper of hers.
“When you coming to see me?”
I smile. “When you wanna see me?”
“Now,” she says.
I laugh. “Damn, baby, you horny like that?”
“You have no idea. I need to be fucked, deep and hard by a long, thick black dick.”
“That’s what it is. I’d be there to feed you this dick, on the next muthafuckin’ thing smokin’, if I had the ends. But shit’s real hectic, feel me? A muhfucka’s still not workin’.” I grin.
“Alex, baby, you know you don’t have to ever worry about money. All you gotta do is say the word and I’ma have a ticket waiting for you, along with spending money. You know how we do. I wish you’d pack all your things and move out here. You know I know a lot of people here, and have plenty of connections. I know I can get you hired somewhere. As a matter of fact, an ex of mine owns a large construction company out here. I could put in a good word for you.”
I frown. Construction? Is this ho serious? What the fuck a muhfucka like me look like doin’ some muthafuckin’ manual labor? The only work I’ma do that requires me to sweat is fuck. All that extra shit she talkin’ is out.
“Listen, baby,” I say. “I ’preciate you tryna look out. But what I look like workin’ for another cat who used to run his dick up in you?”
She laughs. “Baby, that man hasn’t had a taste of this in over fifteen years.”
“Still a muhfucka like me ain’t diggin’ workin’ for ya ex, or anyone’s ex, for that matter. But I definitely ’preciate you havin’ my back, that’s wassup. Anyway, wit’ my moms in a wheelchair ’n shit, I can’t just up and bounce on her like that, smell me? She’s not in the best of health, but I’m not ’bout to put her in no funky-ass nursin’ home. She’s always been there for me, and I gotta always be here for her, feel me?”
“I understand. But, you need a break, baby. You need some of Cherry’s good pussy and TLC. I’m sure you can sneak away for a week or two. Let Cherry rub you down, lick up them big balls for you, suck down that dick, and serve you up a platter of this hot ass and juicy pussy—the way you like it, rough and nasty.”
This bitch knows damn well she ain’t suckin’ down no dick, but I let her live in her fantasy. I squeeze my dick. Jerk it in long, deep strokes. I decide to gas her head up even more. “You ain’t never lied, pretty baby. I need to get away in the worst way. I’m sick of bein’ deprived. These lame chicks out here ain’t ridin’ this dick right, and they damn sure don’t know howta treat a muhfucka. You got ’em all beat, baby—hands down.”
I can see her smilin’ through the phone. I can’t front, though. The bitch is right—nice, thick body; pretty face; hot, fat pussy; deep ass. She’s the total package. And, at thirty-five, she’s makin’ power moves and really doin’ big things. The only problem is she got a forehead bigger than Vivica Fox’s, and the bitch is baldin’. All she rocks are weaves and wigs. And a muhfucka like me ain’t wit’ all that extra shit. I mean, it’s cool if you rockin’ it from time to time, but then you rockin’ ya own shit, feel me? You know, let ya muthafuckin’ scalp air out. But a ho who lives and breathes a buncha fake-ass hair, all the time…hmmph, you only good for fuckin’ ’cause I’d never wanna wife ya bald-headed ass. I don’t give a fuck how fine you are. You better take ya ass down to the muthafuckin’ Hair Club and get that shit grafted, or invest in a case of Rogaine.
“Good, that’s what I wanna hear. I don’t need to be trying to compete for any of your attention.”
“Nah, baby, it’s all you. There’s no competition. When I’m wit’ you, you have my undivided attention.” My focus is right on ya muthafuckin’ bank book. “I’ve been missin’ you, Boo.”
“You gotta sista over here blushing,” she says. “I’ve been missing you, too. Baby, you just don’t know. My whole body aches for you. I haven’t been fucked right since the last time you were here.”
“Me either, baby. I’m so ready to bust this nut,” I tell her, pumpin’ my dick in and outta my hand, fast and furious. “I wanna put this big dick all up in you bad, baby.” I scoop some Vaseline into my hand, then smear it all over the head and shaft of my dick. I feel like nuttin’ so I decide to speed jerk a hot one out.
She moans. “You’re makin’ my pussy wet talkin’ like that.”
“Yeah, baby, just how I like it. You got that big, wet pussy… mmmm.”
“Why you teasing me? Do you know how horny I am?”
“Yeah, baby, I know…ah, shit…” I pinch my left nipple. “Aah, fuck, baby…”
She laughs. “OhmyGod, how you gonna jerk off and not let me get off, too?”
“Sorry, babe. I couldn’t help myself. You know anytime I hear your voice, I brick up. You make me horny as hell. Oh, shit…I’m gettin’ ready to spit this nut.”
She moans again. “Oooh, I wish I was there, or you were here, so I could catch that hot, gooey cum in my mouth.”
“Damn, baby…you gonna let me smear this nut on ya tongue?”
“Mmm-hmm…”
The head of my dick swells as my nut rises. “Open ya mouth, baby…catch daddy’s nut…you ready?”
“Yessssssssss, baaaaaby, yesssssssss…”
“Here it comes…mmmph…aaah, shit…I cummin’…Aaaah, aaaah…” I cup my heavy balls, pull ’em, then bust my nut. It spurts out, shoots up in the air, then lands all over my stomach and chest. I keep strokin’ it, milkin’ the rest of this nut outta it. “Aaah, fuck…mmmph…” I rub my nut into my skin, wishin’ I woulda had someone here to feed it to instead of wastin’ it all on me. I smell my fingers, gettin’ up from the sofa to wash my hands in the bathroom. While at the sink, I stare at myself in the mirror, flexin’ my chest and stomach muscles. I gotta hit the gym later today, I think, dryin’ my hands. I shut off the water, then go into the kitchen, pullin’ out a stool and takin’ a seat at the counter. I shuffle through the stack of mail. Mostly junk, but a few bills. I make a note to pay my cable and water bills, then toss the shit back on the counter.
“I’m glad you got yours. Now when are you coming here so I can get mine? And how long can you stay? And, please don’t tell me only for the weekend. I want you here for at least a week, two if possible. And you know I always make it worth your while.”
Although I ain’t really beat to be out there more than two days, three at the most, I know she’s good for at least five or more gees, and a new wardrobe. And I’m guaranteed nonstop fuckin’ and suckin’. I think and consider my options, knowin’ there ain’t any. None of the other broads I’m smashin’ at the moment are passin’ a muhfucka any major paper, so…fuck them peanuts they shellin’ out; I’ma let it do what it do. Of course there’s no guilt for nuthin’ I do, but I decide to let her think there is. “You know this shit fucks me up, right?”
“What, big daddy?”
“Havin’ to lean on you for plane tickets ’n shit like that. I wanna be able to handle wit’out you comin’ outta ya wallet all the time, feel me? A muhfucka wants to be able to show you my ’preciation.”
“Oh, please. I told you don’t ever sweat stuff like that. I make enough money for the both of us, and I don’t mind sharing any of it with you. Life is too short. I want what I want when I want it. And I don’t care what the cost. And right, now, I want your fine, sexy, chocolatey-self and that long, black horse dick of yours here in my bed, between my legs, fucking this pussy inside out. I’m booking you a flight. It’ll be an open ticket. You want to show me your appreciation, then be on that flight and come here and fuck me down.”
I grin. “Book the flight, baby.”