Ready or not, it’s ’bout to go down…wet ’n horny…ready to fuck…got a fat clit for ya tongue…a hot pussy for ya dick…lick, lick…click, click…and chrome for ya dome…lights out, muhfucka…ya time’s up…
The following mornin’, after Chanel’s ass finally left up outta here, I was sprawled out on my sofa lookin’ over the photo of my next mark. I glanced at his stats: 36, five foot eleven, 211 pounds, brown hair, brown eyes. Humph. He was a smooth, dark chocolate with thick eyebrows and dreamy bedroom eyes. He had a short, fade-type haircut with a neatly trimmed mustache and goatee. He kinda reminded me of a darker version of that fine-ass model Keston Karter. Humph. And that’s who I was gonna pretend I was fuckin’ until it was time to splatter the nigga’s skull; then he’d become another missin’ link in someone’s life.
The ringin’ house phone distrupted my thoughts. I picked up on the third ring without payin’ attention to the number that flashed ’cross the caller ID. “Hello?”
“Kat, this is ya Aunt Elise.”
I scrunched up my face, wonderin’ why the hell she was callin’, although I really knew why. Elise never, ever picked up a phone to get at me, so I knew the only reason she’d be callin’ now was ’cause it had somethin’ to do with my moms. “Hey, Aunt Elise,” I said, forcin’ myself to sound happy to hear from her. “How you been?”
“Good,” she said. “But this ain’t a social call. I’m callin’ ’cause ya moms up in that hospital and e’rybody else been up there to see her but you. Now, I know the two of you don’t always see eye-to-eye, but that’s ya mother, Kat. No matter what she’s said or done to you, that is still ya mother. And right now you gotta be big enough to put aside your feelings and be by her side. That’s what families do.”
I kept my mouth shut and listened. On the inside I was so ready to shut her ass down. I wasn’t beat to hear her shit. However, outta my three aunts, she was the one who always treated me like a daughter so I gave her respect on the strength of that. But, I already knew if she came at me sideways, I’d bring it to her, too.
It’s too early for this shit, I thought, glancin’ up at the wall clock. It was 11:08.
“My sister is laid up in a hospital bed, and she needs her family by her side. That includes you, her daughter. And I expect you to make it your business to get your ass there. Do you hear me, Kat?”
“Yeah, I hear you,” I said, pacin’ the kitchen floor.
“Good. So, what time should I tell your mother you’re coming?”
I sighed, closin’ my eyes. “You can tell her…” I paused, takin’ a deep breath. “You can tell her, I’m not comin’.”
“What?” she asked, actin’ like she didn’t hear me. “What did you say?”
I repeated myself, pullin’ a chair out from the kitchen table and sittin’ down. “I said, I’m not goin’.”
“And why not?”
“Because…” Humph. I wished I had a damn recorder to push play e’erytime I had to make my “fucked-up mother” speech. I sighed. “Look, Aunt Elise, no disrespect to you. That’s ya sister, not mine. That woman, mother or not, has put one man too many before me, and I’m done tryna be a daughter to someone who has never wanted to be a mother. So you can tell her I send my regards. But that’s all she’ll ever get from me. I got my own life, and I don’t ask her for shit. Whatever decisions I make, I make them knowin’ that if the shit gets me caught up, I gotta get myself outta it without her. And she needs to do the same ’cause I’m over her.”
“I don’t believe I’m hearin’ this shit come outta ya fuckin’ mouth.” I almost wanted to laugh. I knew it was only a matter of time before she dropped all that proper grammar ’n shit. “Rosa and Patrice told me you were gonna say this bullshit. I’ve never got at ya ass, Kat, but I will if you don’t make it ya business to get ya ass down to that hospital to see about ya mother.”
“Aunt Elise, listen, sweetie. I would love to go back ’n forth with you ’bout this. But my mind’s made up, and there’s nothin’ you or anyone else can say or do to change it. So, all ya threats mean nothin’ to me—”
“Now, wait one goddamn minute, Kat—”
“No,” I snapped, cuttin’ her off, “you wait. I’m not gonna argue with you ’bout this shit. I said I’m not goin’ and that’s what it is. I love you, Aunt Elise, but do me a fuckin’ favor and stay outta my relationship with my moms.”
“Kat, who the fuck you think you talkin’ to, hunh? You must don’t know who the hell I am.”
“No, I know exactly who I’m talkin’ to and who you are. Like I said, I’m not tryna disrespect you, but you callin’ my house tryna get at me. And I’m not the one,; aunt or no aunt, it makes me no never mind. I know that’s ya sister ’n all, but she brought this shit on herself. And you know it. So she gets what she gets. Like I told Aunt Rosa and Patrice, ya’ll can run up to that hospital all ya want, but I ain’t the one.”
“So let me get this right,” she said. I could tell she was clenchin’ her teeth. “You mean to tell me that you are turnin’ ya fuckin’ back on your own mother. Is that what the fuck you’re tellin’ me, huh, Kat?”
“Basically, that’s exactly what I’m tellin’ you.”
“How the fuck you gonna turn ya back on her? That’s your mother; she’s ya blood.”
“The same way she turned hers on me,” I responded. “Now, I’d love to continue this conversation, but I have more important things to do. So you take care of ya’self, Aunt Elise.”
“Kat—”
“Love you, but I gotta go,” I said, cuttin’ her off, then hangin’ up on her ass. Now, trust, if I still lived in Brooklyn them crazy bitches would already be camped outside tryna get it in with me. I shook my head. “I swear I hope they don’t try it on my time,” I said out loud.
When the phone rang again, I rolled my eyes. I knew it was her callin’ back to bring it, but when I looked at the caller ID this time, it was Naheem callin’ from prison. Oh, no, not today, nigga, I thought. You betta call that bird you got suckin’ ya dick ’cause I ain’t the one. This nigga had been blowin’ my shit up for the last three weeks tryna get at me. I started to pick up to curse his ass the hell out for constantly callin’ like he was my man or some shit. I done told the nigga it ain’t that type of party, and to stop tryna burn my damn phone lines up. Yet the muhfucka still thinks ’cause we was fuckin’ that I should accept his collects anytime he calls. Humph. Muthafuckas kill me.
Anyway, for the rest of the day I layided around, got lifted, listened to some beats, watched a few flicks, ate, and played in my pussy. Before I knew it, I was knocked the fuck out.
At like four in the afternoon, all my phones started ringin’ at the same time. First it was both cell phones, then the house line. I jumped up, all groggy ’n shit, rubbin’ my eyes. I had to look around to see where the hell I was. I reached over and grabbed the cordless off the coffee table, then looked at the caller ID. It was Naheem callin’ again. I tsked, answerin’, “Yeah?”
I got up off the sofa to get my cell phones from the bar while the automated voice went through its bullshit recordin’. Cash had left a message on the Kat line. Grant and Chanel had called on my other line.
“What’s good, ma?” Naheem finally said over the noise in the background. “Where you been? I’ve been tryna get at you for a minute.”
Who the fuck this nigga think he checkin’ for? “Nigga, you got the wrong number. I don’t answer to you. Now why the fuck you callin’ here?”
“Oh word, it’s like that?”
“Yeah, nigga, it’s like that. What the fuck! You called here earlier today, and now here you are callin’ again. What the fuck ya ass got to say to me that’s so important that you gotta call here back to back like we still fuckin’?”
“Yo, chill ma,” he said, keepin’ his voice calm. “Why you snappin’ on a nigga?”
“’Cause ya black ass keep callin’ here like you hooked on retarded or some shit, that’s why.”
“Damn, baby, I ain’t tryna beef with you. We ain’t talked in a minute—”
“Nigga, what the hell you mean ‘we ain’t talked in a minute’? I spoke to ya ass a month or so ago. And ain’t shit changed since then.”
“Listen,” he said, sighin’. “I wanted to hit you up to see what was good with you. It ain’t that serious. If you didn’t wanna talk, you shouldn’t had picked up.”
Ohmyfuckin’God, I was ready to bring it to this nigga. But, I let ’im live ’cause I already knew, first thing in the mornin’, I was havin’ my fuckin’ number changed. Between his nutty ass and my crazy-ass family, I was done. “Naheem, you know what? You right. I shoulda let the shit go into voicemail. But I didn’t. Now, what the fuck you want?”
“Yo, is ya peeps still pushin’ them thangs?”
I frowned. “Nigga, is you fuckin’ serious?! You actually callin’ here to ask me some dumb shit like that?”
He blew into the phone. “Yo, hold the fuck up, Kat, real talk. I’ve been lettin’ you come out ya neck all greasy ’n shit, but on some real shit. Don’t get it twisted. Just ’cause a nigga’s on lock don’t mean I can’t still get at that ass if I want. Now, I’m only askin’ ’cause if the bitch is still ridin’ the train, you need to tell her to get the fuck off and lay low. Shit’s hot; for real, for real.”
Why the fuck is this nigga callin’ me with this shit? And why the fuck is he so concerned about what the fuck Iris is doin’? Why the fuck he keepin’ tabs on her ass? This nigga actin’ like he’s been fuckin’ this bitch. This is the shit I started thinkin’ in my head. Then all of a sudden I started thinkin’ back to when he was out on the bricks and how Iris was always grinnin’ in his face or comin’ over to our spot prancin’ her ass ’n titties all up in Naheem’s face. Back then, I didn’t really pay the shit no mind ’cause he never gave me a reason to doubt his ass. But now…hmmm, a bitch gotta wonder what was really good with the two of them. Okay, now a bitch’s temper is ’bout to kick in. If that bitch fucked him while I was with him, I was gonna run straight in her mouth. Fuck the fact that I deaded the shit between him and me years ago. The fact that the bitch was all up in my face, knowin’ she had fucked him was just cause to take her face off, real talk. As far as I’m concerned, if a bitch in ya circle fucks ya man, then the ho done broke a cardinal rule. And her ass gotta be handled.
“Naheem, why the fuck you care?”
“I don’t,” he shot back. “I know that’s ya girl ’n shit.”
“Nah, muhfucka…wrong answer,” I said. “Come again, nigga. Ain’t no fuckin’ way you callin’ me with this shit ’cause she’s my damn girl. Who the hell you think you talkin’ to? You ain’t checkin’ for no-muthafuckin’-body unless you gonna benefit. So either somethin’s in it for you, or you done fucked the bitch. So which is it?”
He got quiet.
“Naheem?” I shouted.
“What?”
“I asked you a question, nigga. That’s what.”
“I didn’t hear you.”
“Nigga, don’t fuckin’ play me. You heard what the fuck I said. Now, did you fuck Iris or not? And be real with it.”
He sucked his teeth. “Here you go with this shit.”
“Here I go with what shit, Naheem? If you a real nigga like you say you are, then keep shit funky and be real with yours. Did you fuck the bitch or not?”
“Uh, listen,” he said, lowerin’ his voice.
“‘Uh, listen,’ what, nigga?” I said, clenchin’ my teeth. “Speak up. I can’t hear you.”
“C’mon, Kat, let’s not do this.”
“Nah, nigga, don’t give me that ‘let’s not do this’ shit. You callin’ here, burnin’ my fuckin’ jack, askin’ me ’bout some other bitch all concerned ’n shit like you got it in with her. You need to tell me what’s really good, muhfucka, and you need to do it right now. So I’ma ask you again—was you fuckin’ her?”
“Yeah,” he said.
I felt blood rush to my head. I sat down.
“But—”
“‘But’ hell,” I snapped. “So, you fucked her while we were fuckin’?” I asked, but I said it like I already figured the shit out.
“Only a few times,” he said. “But it was when you and me first started dealin’ with each other, and then I deaded it.”
“How many months before you ended the shit?”
“Like four or five. But she was only suckin’ my dick ’n shit. Hell, she was dustin’ the whole block off.”
“And that’s supposed to make the shit better? Nigga, do you know I’ma fuck her up when I see her? You do know this, right?”
“Kat, c’mon, don’t go there.”
“Don’t go there, hell. I’m already there. I’ma take that bitch’s face off.”
“I already told you I was fuckin’ her way before I caught feelin’s for you. Once I fell for you, I cut her ass off.”
“Yeah, but the bitch was still prancin’ her ass all up in ya face, and smilin’ the fuck up in mine. And the bitch was probably laughin’ behind my back, too. And you didn’t say shit. Now I see why she was always tryna come through and chill ’n shit. The bitch had ya dick on her breath, and ya nut on her tongue. Yeah, that ho-ass bitch got a beatdown comin’. I don’t give a fuck how long ago it was. And that’s on e’rything I love. And you know what, I ain’t tellin’ that bitch shit. I hope they run up on her ass, and the nigga shits all over her, real talk.”
The nigga started repeatin’ himself, tryna explain how he had been fuckin’ with Iris off and on before I stepped on the scene, but it was on some DL-type shit. He claimed he was just fuckin’ her and lacin’ her with a few dollars e’ery now and then, but wasn’t tryna wife her ass ’cause he already knew she was hot in the ass, and was fuckin’ ’n suckin’ e’erything movin’. He was just lettin’ her wet his dick whenever he felt like trickin’. I listened to his ass go on and on until I couldn’t take it anymore.
“You black, muthafuckin’, retarded-ass piece of shit, you already said all this.” I called this nigga e’ery fucked-up name in the book, just straight disrespected his ass. And the nigga didn’t say shit. He just kept his mouth shut and let me go off. Then, when I finally stopped blackin’, he had the muthafuckin’ nerve to ask me if I was all right. Am I all right?
“Yeah, nigga, I’m all right. I’ma always be all right. Believe that. That fact that you was playin’ me with this bitch is one thing, and the fact that this ho was all up in my face frontin’ like we was girls ’n shit is another. But on some real shit, I’m more pissed that you never once said shit to me ’bout you fuckin’ this bitch before you got with me when you knew I was cool with her ass.”
“I wanted to tell you, but she wanted to keep the shit on the low. It wasn’t really nothin’ major anyway,” he said, tryna make light of the shit.
“Oh, fuckin’ really? Then answer me this: why is it you made sure I knew ’bout all the other bitches you were smashin’ ’cept her ass, hunh, nigga? Why was that? She tells you not to say anything and you ride with that shit. Why? Was you fuckin’ that bitch raw?”
He was silent.
“You know what, nigga, forget it. Don’t even bother answerin’ that ’cause it’s not like you still my man, so really, the shit’s not that serious to me. However, I’ma still rock that bitch when I see her for tryna clown me all these years.”
“See, here you go,” he said, suckin’ his teeth. “Kat, that shit is dead. Besides, ain’t like you and me still fuckin’. You dumped a muhfucka, remember?”
“Yeah, nigga, I remember. And? That ain’t got shit to do with the fact that you was fuckin’ her while fuckin’ me; that’s all I need to know. Ain’t shit dead until I beat her ass the fuck down, then you can talk to me ’bout shit bein’ dead. And you lucky ya ass is behind the wall ’cause I’d get at ya ass, too, nigga. If I woulda known this shit from gate, I woulda never fucked with ya monkey ass.”
He laughed. “Oh, shit. Why I gotta be a ‘monkey ass’?”
“’Cause that’s what the fuck you are. Now, do me a favor and don’t call my fuckin’ house no goddamn more.”
“Yo, I know you hot right now, but you don’t mean that shit. I know you still got love for me.”
“Nigga, you don’t really know me then.” I hung up, then called Iris’s ass. Her phone went straight into voicemail, but I couldn’t leave a message ’cause her box was full. I called Chanel.
“Hey, Kat,” she said, soundin’ all cheery ’n shit.
“You talk to that bitch Iris yet?”
“Nah, no one has still seen or heard from her ass. Why, what’s wrong?”
“Ain’t shit wrong; let that bitch know I’m straight rockin’ her fuckin’ grill in when I see her, so her best bet is to stay far the fuck away from me.”
“Bitch, what is you talkin’ ’bout? What the fuck done happened?”
“Chanel, I’ma ask you somethin’ and I want it raw.”
“Aiight, you got that. You know I’ma always be real with mine.”
“I hope so, ’cause if you not…” I paused, sighin’. Chanel was my fuckin’ girl, but I knew if the bitch knew ’bout this shit all along, I was gonna have to cut her ass off for real. And I might end up goin’ in her mouth for keepin’ the shit from me. I took a deep breath. “Did you know Iris was fuckin’ Naheem while we were dealin’ with each other?” I asked, holdin’ my breath.
“What? When?” she asked, soundin’ surprised. But I still wasn’t convinced. “Kat, ain’t no way Iris would go there. I mean, I know she could be messy, but she knows how we roll. And if she woulda told me some shit like that you know I woulda checked her ass, then put you on. Fuck that. You my muhfuckin’ people, and that shit ain’t cool, Kat.”
Okay, maybe she didn’t know, but I bet that bitch Tamia did. Those trick bitches were two peas in a pod. They always knew who was fuckin’ and suckin’ who. Hell, them bitches done tag-teamed plenty of niggas together, so yeah, Tamia’s ass knew.
“Yes, the bitch would. And she did.” I told her about the phone call from Naheem and how it had me lookin’ at shit sideways.
“Damn. That’s some real foul shit. Kat, on e’ery thing I love, I had no idea. She never told me shit ’bout fuckin’ him.”
“Chanel, I promise you, I’ma wear that bitch out when I see her.”
“Oh, well,” she said, sighin’. “That’s my girl ’n all, but she brought that shit on herself. So she’s gonna have to wear that ass whippin’.”
“You know what, do me a favor. Forget we even had this conversation.”
“Hunh?”
“Don’t tell that ho shit when you talk to her ass. Let the bitch think e’erything’s e’erything, like shit’s all sweet.”
Like I told ya’ll before, I like to always let a bitch know what it is, so she can be ready to rock when she sees me comin’. But since that bitch wanted to be on some slick shit, fuckin’ my man right up under my nose, then I was gonna catch her ass off guard and drop her ass. As far as I’m concerned, if the bitch grinned up in my face after ridin’ my man’s dick, then I had to wonder what else her messy ass did while smilin’ up in my face. Then again, what the fuck did I expect? This is the same bitch who fucked her own stepfather and her sister’s man when we were in high school. So, no…this dirty bitch fuckin’ Naheem ain’t really no damn surprise.
“You got that,” Chanel said.
“Aiight,” I said, glancin’ over at the digital clock on the microwave. It was almost five o’clock and I hadn’t done shit all day. I needed to do laundry and still hadn’t packed for my trip to Vegas. “Listen, I’m out. I got shit to do. I’ma get at ya later.”
“Well, fuck you too, ho,” she said, laughin’. “Holla back.”
“Love you, too, slut,” I said before hangin’ up.
I went down into the laundry room, tossed a load of clothes in the washer, then took my ass upstairs to pack. When I was finished, I turned on my stereo and pressed the remote button for CD. DMX’s “X Gone Give It to Ya” came on. I lit a blunt, flopped back onto my bed, then slid my right hand inside my pink lace panties and played in my curly, triangled patch of hair, slowly brushin’ my hand over my clit, then along the openin’ of my pussy. I needed a good fuck to take the edge off, ’cause a bitch’s nerves were truly rattled. And fuckin’ myself was not gonna do it—not tonight. Ugh! I removed my hand and played with my right nipple until it hardened. I continued to puff on my blunt, pinchin’ and tweakin’ my nipple until my blunt was almost down to a roach, then jumped up off the bed. “Fuck!” I said out loud as I headed toward the bathroom. “I need some fuckin’ dick in my life.” Although I coulda called Grant’s ass to come through and dig this hole out, I really wasn’t beat for him, not at that moment. Besides, I didn’t wanna give the nigga too much pussy too soon ’cause then a muhfucka starts buggin’.
I went back downstairs to the laundry room, put the load of clothes into the dryer, then went back upstairs to take my shower. Twenty minutes later, I climbed in bed with thoughts of ridin’ a long, black dick before I drifted off to sleep.
At two-fifteen the next day, I had arrived in Vegas, checked into Bally’s, received my travel package, and was now standin’ in the elevator on my way up to the seventh floor to my hotel room. My cell phone started ringin’. It was Grant.
“Hello?”
“Yo, what’s good, baby?”
“You,” I said, smilin’.
“Oh word? You been thinkin’ ’bout me?”
“Yep,” I said.
“Oh, word. What you been thinkin’ ’bout?”
I giggled, slidin’ the hotel key card into the door. I walked in, droppin’ my bags on the spare bed. “I’ve been thinkin’ ’bout suckin’ that big, thick, black dick of yours, and you feedin’ it to me real slow, then fuckin’ my throat, stretchin’ my neck.”
“Damn, baby. So what you sayin’? You tryna let a nigga come through or what?”
I sighed, removin’ my shoes, then slippin’ outta my clothes. “I wish. I’m outta town.”
“Damn, again? Where you at now?”
“Vegas,” I told him.
“Oh word? What you doin’ out there?”
“I have a business meetin’.”
“So why you talkin’ all slick, gettin’ a nigga’s dick brick ’n shit when ya ass ain’t even around for me to bang that shit up?”
“’Cause I’m horny,” I said, slippin’ my hands in my panties, then rubbin’ the front of my pussy, imaginin’ his face between my legs. I lay ’cross the bed and spread open my legs, bendin’ at the knees. “I want you to fill my horny, wet pussy up with your gushin’ hot nut, nigga.”
“Fuck! You really know how to get a nigga goin’, word up. You ain’t gonna be out there givin’ none of that pussy up, are you?”
I laughed. “Nigga, please. It ain’t that type of party,” I lied, knowin’ damn well in a matter of hours I was gonna have my pussy juice smeared all over another muhfucka’s face, then I was gonna be ridin’ down ’n dirty on that dick. I tried not to think ’bout it, so to keep myself from feelin’ any kinda way ’bout fuckin’, I kept remindin’ myself that it wasn’t personal; that it was strictly business. Then why the fuck was I feelin’ bad ’bout lyin’ to his ass?
“I’m horny as fuck,” he said. “Damn, I was hopin’ to get up in you today.”
“Oh, I’m sure you got someone else lined up to take my spot,” I said, half-jokin’. I got up and opened up the box containin’ my gun for the night, then lay back on the bed.
“I ain’t beat for them.” He sounded serious. But when it comes to a muhfucka and his dick, you can never be too sure. “The only pussy I’m checkin’ for is yours.”
“Oh, it’s like that?”
“Real talk,” he said, lowerin’ his voice. “When you comin’ home?”
“Thursday,” I said. “Why?”
“Stop playin’. You know what it is.”
“Oh, what…you tryna bag me?”
“I already did,” he said, laughin’. “Thought you knew.”
“Ooops, I don’t think I got that memo.”
“Yeah, aiight. Well, you got it now. You mine, baby.”
I smiled, closin’ my eyes and picturin’ him holdin’ his big dick in his hands, jerkin’ that shit off nice ’n slow while I rolled my tongue under and ’round his balls, then pulled ’em into my mouth one at a time, gently suckin’ ’em. Hearin’ his voice and rememberin’ how good he fucked me the last time we were together had my pussy tinglin’.
I slipped outta my red panties, spread open my pussy lips, then rubbed my unloaded .357 back and forth, up and down, against my slit until my pussy got real wet ’n creamy.
“Whatchu doin’?” I asked in a whisper that almost got caught in my throat, pushin’ up against the butt of my gun and the risin’ nut that was buildin’ up on the tip of my clit.
“Gettin’ ready to jump in the shower,” he said. “Why?”
“You naked?”
“I’m in my boxers. Why?”
“I want you to slide your dick up in me,” I said into the phone low ’n sexy.
“Oh, word? You tryna get shit poppin’ and you not here so I can get off?”
I pushed the barrel of the gun into my pussy, then moaned. “I want some dick,” I told him, grindin’ and moanin’. “I’m so horny. Squeeze ya dick for me.”
“C’mon, baby,” he whispered. “Don’t start this shit, you got my shit throbbin’.”
“Stick ya hands in ya boxers and play with it for me.”
“Girl,” he said in a deep whisper, “why you fuckin’ with me? You know I’ma wanna fuck.”
“Take ya dick out and stroke a nut out for me, daddy. Make believe you rammin’ that long, black dick deep up in this tight, sweet pussy. You wanna feel this hot pussy wrapped ’round ya cock, big daddy?”
“Aaah, shit, girl. You got my shit all swollen ’n shit.”
“Mmm-hmm,” I moaned. “Just how I like it.”
“Oh, word? What you wanna do to this big dick?”
I closed my eyes and pictured his shiny dick in my head. I could see the thick veins runnin’ along the shaft of his cock.
I could see the tip of his dick leakin’ with clear, sticky precum. I could feel the heaviness of his hairy balls in my hands as I gently tugged on ’em before slippin’ ’em into my mouth. I pinched my clit and let out a moan. “I wanna ride that shit deep, wet it up with my sweet cream, then suck the nut outta it.”
“Word? What else you wanna do to daddy’s big dick?”
I flicked the barrel of the gun against my clit, rollin’ my left nipple between my fingers, then slippin’ the gun in and outta my pussy. My slippery slit grabbed and pulled at it. I let out another soft moan. “I wanna…Mmm…deep throat that shit…let you bust ya nut down in my throat…uh…then…Mmmph…I wanna ease that long, black dick in my tight, hot ass…Mmmm…ooooh…then I want you to bury that shit deep inside of me and slow fuck my asshole…”
“Oh, shit…you think you can handle all this dick?”
“I know I can. But first, I want you to take this pussy, nigga. Fuck it like you own it.” I started poppin’ ’n slappin’ the mouth of my pussy with my hand, causin’ my clit to stiffen and my juices to drip. I slipped the tip of the barrel back inside of me, slowly moved it in and out, then pushed it deeper into me. “Fuck me, nigga…Uh, aaaah…slam ya dick in me…oh, daddy…fuck me…”
“Damn. You got me hornier than a muhfucka. Fuck! Stick ya fingers up in that pussy for me. Make daddy’s pussy pop for me. Can you do that for me, baby?”
“Mmm-hmm,” I moaned, pullin’ the barrel outta my pussy, then pressin’ on my clit with the butt of it, before slowly slidin’ the barrel back into my slippery hole. The steel tip felt good up against and in my pussy. I pushed the gun deeper inside, lettin’ out a loud moan. “Fuck me…oooh, aaah…oh, yes…fuck me…”
“Yeah, that’s right, baby. Come all over them fingers for me. Give daddy that sweet pussy juice. Yeah, baby…you feel this dick up in you.” The nigga’s voice dipped into a husky whisper. I could tell he was strokin’ that dick deep and hard.
“Yeah, nigga, stroke that dick for me…splash that hot nut deep up in this tight pussy…”
“Mmmph…oh, shit…fuck…”
“Jerk that big dick, nigga.”
“Aah, shit…you want daddy to plant this nut up in ya guts?”
“Yeah,” I panted, “bust ya dick up in this wet, hungry pussy.”
“Yeah, baby…daddy’s gettin’ ready to spit his nut up in ya.”
“Oooh, give it to me. Give it to me. Give it to me. Mmm…bang ya dick in me…fuck meeee.”
He moaned. I moaned. Then we both came in loud, earth-shattering grunts. On some real shit, we sounded like two howlin’ wolves. But it was all good. We held on to the phones, pantin’, tryna catch our breaths ’n shit.
“Damn, baby, that shit was good,” he said, lettin’ out a loud grunt. It sounded like his breath was stuck in his throat. “Fuck! I can’t wait to get up in you.”
“Me either,” I said, suckin’ my cream off the tip of the gun’s barrel, then slidin’ my hands between my legs. My pussy was so fuckin’ wet and achin’ for a stiff dick. That shit we did was nothin’ but a tease for a bitch like me. I was ready for some sweaty, deep-strokin’-all-night suckin ’n fuckin’. I hoped that was exactly what was in store for me later on.
“Damn, my shit is still hard. I’ma tear that ass up when you get home.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” I said, laughin’, “promises, promises.”
“Yeah, aiight. You won’t be sayin’ that when I got ya ass pinned down into the mattress.”
“Whatever, nigga,” I said, yawnin’. “Oh, excuse me. You done wore me out.”
He laughed. “You can’t hang.”
“Nigga, please. Don’t get gassed.”
“Yeah, aiight. Listen, baby…I’ma get ready to jump in this shower. Make sure you hit me up the minute you touch.”
“I will.”
“Be safe.”
“And you keep them bitches off ya cock.”
He laughed. “You got that,” he said. “I’ll see ya when you get home.”
After we hung up, I decided to take a cat nap. I closed my eyes and fell into a deep sleep. When I finally opened my eyes and glanced at the digital clock on the nightstand, it was 8:18 p.m. I had slept for almost four hours. Fuck! I said in my head as I jumped outta the bed and raced to the bathroom to turn on the shower. I needed to get down to the casino and hopefully find my mark at one of the poker or blackjack tables. If all else failed, I’d make my way to his room up on the eighth floor and invite myself in. One way or the other, tonight I was fuckin’, then shuttin’ this nigga’s lights out.
Once I finished my shower, I stepped back into the room with a plush white towel wrapped around my body and another wrapped around my head. I moisturized my body, then dried my hair and braided it nice ’n tight in two French braids, then pinned the ends under and placed my auburn Beverly Johnson mid-length wig with spiral curls on my head. I stood in the mirror, adjusted the wig, then tossed the curls with my fingas. I applied a coat of bing-cherry lipstick to my luscious lips and some mascara to enhance my already thick lashes and sexy bedroom eyes, then dabbed Chanel No. 5 behind both ears, on my wrists, and along my cleavage.
Once I was satisfied with my look, I retrieved my gun, screwed on my silencer, then tossed it into my black lambskin shoulder bag. Next, I slipped into my black spandex catsuit, then stood in the hotel mirror, peepin’ myself from all angles, admirin’ the way my wears wrapped around my body and hugged my fat ass, titties, and pussy lips. I puckered my lips real sexy-like, smiled at myself and winked, then headed out the door to the casino.
The casino was so fuckin’ packed that it took me almost forty minutes to finally spot my mark. He was sittin’ at a twenty-five-dollar blackjack table with two other heads, a chick and another nigga who favored a shorter, stocky version of Morris Chestnut. As luck would have it, the seat next to my target was open. I took my seat, then opened up my purse and put five hundred dollars down onto the table. We made eye contact. I smiled and he smiled back at me.
I placed my bet, and of course, lost the first three rounds. But shit picked up after that and I started slayin’ shit. I purposely touched my mark a few times in excitement and made small talk with him in between hands. After ’bout an hour or so, I was so ready to get my drink on, but knew I had to stay focused so I kept it cute and drank watered-down cranberry juice. Ugh! I spent another two hours at this table, thankfully winnin’. A few times I slyly licked my lips at him. He grinned, but the nigga knew what time it was. The more drinks he ordered from the cute little barmaid, the more receptive he became. But a bitch was really gettin’ bored with this table shit. I was a slot machine ho and wanted to shift gears for a minute, but ’cause I needed to play this nigga close, I kept my ass glued to my seat, constantly glancin’ over at my mark, and smilin’. Besides, I was ready to fuck. So I was more than happy when the nigga started collectin’ his chips. That was my cue to start packin’ up my shit as well.
“Oh, you had enough, too, huh?” he asked, strainin’ to keep his eyes from wanderin’ all over my body. I could tell the muhfucka was feelin’ good from all those shots of scotch he drank, which was fine with me.
“Yeah, I’m done,” I said, eyein’ him seductively. “That was cute, but I’m ready to get into somethin’ else now.” I stared at him, tiltin’ my head. I hoped the nigga got the hint, or at least took the bait. When he did, I smiled inside. That’s right, nigga, you hear this pussy callin’ you, don’t you?
“Oh, yeah, what you have in mind?”
“Well,” I said, not wantin’ to sound too eager ’n shit. “You feel like goin’ somewhere for a few drinks…” I paused, gaugin’ his body language. The nigga was practically droolin’. “…then see where the night takes us?”
“Hopefully, someplace we both wanna be,” he said, smilin’.
“Well, let’s start with drinks. Are you here with anyone?”
“I’m out here with a few of my boys. And you?”
“I’m solo, baby. But hopefully, that will change,” I said as we slowly walked through the crowd. I was glad I had caught him by himself, but now I needed to make sure the nigga wasn’t sharin’ a room with one of his boys. That woulda posed a major problem ’cause there was no way I could body the nigga in my room. I was relieved when the nigga said he was restin’ solo.
“Well, tonight’s ya lucky night,” he said, lickin’ his top lip, then slowly pullin’ in his bottom lip. “And I have just the place in mind where we can go get those drinks, before we move on to bigger and wetter things.”
“Well, lead the way,” I replied, grinnin’. “I love big, and I’m always wet.”
“Then we should get along just fine.”
I followed behind him, takin’ in his broad shoulders, his nice ass. I imagined my nails clawin’ up his back, then sinkin’ into his ass cheeks as he thrust his dick into me. I had to shake the thoughts of him fuckin’ me outta my head before I jumped up on his back and fucked him on the spot. He slowed his pace and we walked side by side, makin’ our way over to the Indigo Lounge. It was cute, and very laid-back. We found a seat at an empty table where we ordered drinks and got better acquainted. After ’bout the third round of drinks, he started really feelin’ himself, talkin’ like he was ready to put some work in.
“Damn, baby,” he said, lickin’ his thick lips again. “You fine as fuck. I didn’t even get ya name, beautiful.”
“It’s Maleka,” I lied.
“Oh, that’s wassup. Mark,” he stated, fannin’ his long legs open and closed. Usually when a nigga started that shit ’round me it meant he was tryna keep his dick in check.
I smiled. “Am I makin’ you nervous or somethin’?” I asked, pullin’ in my bottom lip.
“Nah, baby,” he said, finishin’ his drink, then settin’ the glass down on the table. “I’m just ready to go somewhere a little more private, if you know what I’m sayin’.”
Yeah, I already knew what time it was, but I decided to fuck with him anyway. “And then what?” I asked, slowly sippin’ on my drink, then eyein’ him over the rim of my glass.
“And then whatever happens happens.”
“Well, if I’m goin’ somewhere private with you, you need to know I’m tryna wet ya dick, then get that nut. Bottom line, I’m tryna fuck. Can you handle that?”
“Oh, no doubt,” he said, givin’ me a wide-ass smile like he hit the lottery. I could tell I had the nigga’s dick swoll by the way he was fannin’ his legs a mile a minute. And when he finally stood up, the lump in the front of his pants told me all I needed to know. “Let’s make it happen.”
I smiled, gettin’ up, allowin’ him to lead the way.
By one a.m., I was up in my mark’s standard hotel room, spread out on the bed, on my stomach, bobbin’ my neck, gulpin’ down the nigga’s dick like it was a smoked beef sausage.
“Slap my ass while I’m suckin’ ya dick,” I told him. He did, and I moaned. “Slap it again. Make that shit jiggle, nigga.” He did, and I moaned again. I circled the openin’ of his short, thick dick with the tip of my tongue, lappin’ at the tiny droplets of precum that leaked from its fat mushroom head. Mmmm, it was sweet tastin’. Okay, on some real shit, even though the nigga dished up a short order of dick, he made up for it in thickness, and in balls. His muthafuckin’ balls were the size of juicy, ripe plums. And his dick was almost as thick as my damn arm. Humph. My pussy lips started quiverin’ as I stroked his dick with one hand and slowly sucked on his balls, rollin’ them around with my tongue.
He gasped, then moaned. “Oh, shit, baby. Damn, you workin’ the hell outta my balls.” He thrust his hips and let out another moan as I took both of his balls deep into my warm, wet mouth. “Oh, shit,” he whispered. “I want you to suck this dick, baby. Stop teasin’ me, and put this fat dick down in ya throat.”
I smiled. Little did the muhfucka know suckin’ on his fat balls already had me wantin’ to suck his dick down and deep throat that shit, so I was more than happy to oblige. My mouth watered and my pussy was wet and slippery for what would come after I finished servin’ him brain. I looked up, grinnin’ at his ass lookin’ down at me all lusty and whatnot. I opened my mouth and swallowed that shit whole, pressin’ my nose up into his pubic hairs, gulpin’ him down, gently pullin’ and squeezin’ and milkin’ his balls. I hummed and bobbed my neck until the nigga’s knees shook.
“Oh, fuck…oh, shit…uh,” he moaned as I ran my hands along the back of his muscular thighs, then grabbed onto his ass and dug my nails in, slurpin’ the shit outta his dick. “Aaah, uh…damn, girl, you got that shit on lock.”
I moaned and groaned and wet his dick up real good until a bitch couldn’t take it no more. The heat from my pussy had my juices boilin’. I pulled his dick from outta my throat, then started spittin’ all over it and makin’ poppin’ noises over the head of his dick with my lips and mouth. And just when I knew he was ’bout to spit his milk, I pulled up off the head of his dick, bringin’ him to the edge, then lettin’ the nut roll back into his balls. Yeah, a bitch was fuckin’ with him. I was ready to have this nigga’s tongue in my creamy, pink snatch.
“Why you stop?” he asked, tryna catch his breath. “Why you teasin’ me?”
“I wanna nut on ya tongue,” I said, pushin’ him back onto the bed, then straddlin’ over his face. I lowered my pussy onto his mouth, and my fat lips immediately opened up to receive his long, wet tongue. “Oh, shit,” I whispered as I leaned forward and took his dick back in my mouth. We both moaned. He thrust upward into my mouth, and I ground my hips downward onto his. “Mmmm…uh…mmmm…oh, yes…”
The tip of his dick leaked gobs of clear, sticky juice, and I greedily lapped it up, feelin’ a thick nut buildin’ up inside of me. I pumped my hips and pussy down onto his face, and fucked his mouth and tongue until I bust my nut.
He licked up all my juices, sucked on my clit, darted his tongue in and out of my hot cunt, then slid his fat fingas into my slippery, steamy hole. “Oh, shit…let me put my dick in this pussy,” he said, slidin’ two more fingas in, then twistin’ and pumpin’ them knuckles deep. I slid his dick in between my titties and gave him a nice slow titty fuck, while flickin’ my tongue across the head of his dick. “Aaah, shit…oh, fuck…damn, you gon’ make me cum,” he moaned. “Where the fuck you been all my life?”
Waitin’ to put a bullet in ya skull, muhfucka, I answered in my head. “Cum for me, nigga,” I urged, bouncin’ my titties up and down on his dick. “Then I’ma let you fuck me deep in this hot pussy. You wanna fuck this pussy, daddy? Wanna let me wet ya dick with this good pussy?”
“Yes,” he groaned. “Oh, shit.” He pulled his fingas outta my sweet, creamy pussy and sucked ’em. “Damn, baby, your pussy tastes good.” I took his dick back into my mouth, then sucked him until he exploded, shootin’ ropes of hot dick cream all over my titties and neck. “Aaaaah…oh fuck!”
He fell back on the bed, spent, sweatin’ and breathin’ heavy. I glanced at him over my shoulder and saw his eyes were rolled up in his head. I smiled, then got up off him and straddled him, leanin’ in and kissin’ him on his pussy-stained lips. Mmmm. I loved tastin’ my pussy on a nigga’s lips and tongue. And I loved suckin’ a muhfucka’s dick that’s been smothered in my pussy juice. Too bad I couldn’t marinate this muhfucka’s dick in my pussy, then suck him off. Oh, well. I glanced at the digital clock on the nightstand. It read: 2:17 a.m.
I rolled over and grabbed the white hand towel on the nightstand, then wiped his cum off my body. I tossed it on the floor, then lay next to him with my naked body pressed against his, watchin’ him fall into a deep sleep. I soaked in his beautiful dark features, wonderin’ why his wife wanted him earthed. Did he cheat on her? Did he beat her? Was he sittin’ on loads of cheddar that she wanted to get her greedy hands on? Was it for the insurance money?
When his breathin’ became light snores, I knew he was out for the count. Just like a nigga, I thought, slowly easin’ outta bed. Bust a nut and fall right out. I quietly opened my bag and pulled out my gun, hidin’ it behind my back while walkin’ back over to the bed on my tippy-toes like the nigga was gonna hear me comin’ ’cross the thick-ass carpet in my bare feet. I started to blast his brains out right then and there, but a bitch’s pussy needed to be stroked. And I damn sure wasn’t gonna deprive myself of an opportunity to test ride his thick cock before shuttin’ his lights. But, on some real shit, I already knew if he woke up before I got back over to the bed and was able to slide my piece under the mattress, I was gonna blast his ass on the spot. Luckily for him—and me, he didn’t ’cause a bitch wanted to ride that thick, chocolate dick. My eyes swept ’cross the nigga’s body, takin’ in e’ery muscular inch of him. I pinched my nipples, starin’ at his dick, restin’ up on his big balls. Oh my God, this nigga’s chiseled-up body had a bitch leakin’. Fuck all this sleepin’. It was time to wake this muhfucka up and finish gettin’ my fuck on so I could dispose of his ass quick, fast, and in a hurry.
“Wake up, big daddy,” I whispered into his ear, stickin’ my tongue in, then slowly suckin’ on his earlobe. “I’m ready to fuck.”
He groaned and stretched, slowly openin’ his eyes, smilin’.
I inched down toward his dick and took him back into my mouth until his dick thickened and got hard as steel.
“Yeah, baby, you like that dick, don’t you?” I nodded and moaned, slurpin’ and lickin’ all over his cock while playin’ with my clit. “Oh, shit….”—he grabbed my arms and pulled me, tryin’ to get me up on top of him—“C’mon, let me stuff this dick up in you before you make me nut.”
I stopped suckin’ his dick and looked up at him. “Where’s ya condoms? I don’t fuck without a wrapper on.”
He smiled, gettin’ up. “Hold on, let me go get one.” He hurried to the bathroom and came back. He rolled the condom down on his dick, then climbed up over me as I spread open my legs to invite him into my hot pussy. He slowly pushed the head of his dick in, worked his way into my hole until he had all of it inside of me. He gasped from the tightness and warmth. I gasped from him stretchin’ my walls with his thickness.
“Oh, yes,” I moaned. “Work that fat cock in me,” I said, pullin’ my legs up to my chest as he braced his hands on my shins, pushin’ my legs wider apart, ’causin’ my pussy to spread open. His dick slipped all the way in, then slipped out a few times. “Stop teasin’ me, nigga. Keep ya dick in me.” He finally got his groove right, then started poundin’ the inside of my pussy. “Yeah, nigga…just like that. Oh, yes…fuck me…fuck me…fuck me, big daddy.”
He grunted and deep stroked me; fucked me long and hard as my pussy clutched his dick, pullin’ him deeper inside. “Oh, shit, you got some good pussy,” he moaned in my ear. He sucked his bottom lip in, then bit down on it. His face twisted. “Damn, this shit is so fuckin’ good…” I glanced over at the clock: 2:47 a.m. I hated for this shit to end, but I needed to hurry this along.
“Fuck this pussy from the back, daddy,” I said as he pumped a mile a minute. I grabbed him by his hairy ass, dug my nails in. Sweat dripped from his face down onto my chest. “Uh…oh, yes.”
A few more strokes and we changed positions. I arched my back, leaned my face down into the mattress, and let the muhfucka dig my pussy out from the back. He rocked me slow, then fast, then deep before slowly pullin’ his dick out to the head, then plungin’ it back in. He did that ’bout six or seven times before a bitch lost count and felt a nut swirlin’ up inside of me.
“Stop teasin’ me, nigga. Feed my pussy that fat dick,” I breathed, glancin’ at him over my shoulder. “Slap my ass, daddy. Act like you wanna own this pussy.”
“Oh, you wanna talk shit,” he said, slappin’ my ass; rapidly alternating from one cheek to the other while slammin’ in and outta me.
“Yeah, nigga, just like that. You want me to nut all over ya dick? You wanna see my sweet, pussy milk coat ya dick?”
“Oh, shit…” He grabbed me by the hips and started pumpin, grindin’ and snappin’ his hips into me. “Yeah, baby…oh shit…”
“Fuck me…oh, yes…fuck me!”
I guess the pussy started gettin’ real good to the nigga ’cause all of a sudden he started buckin’ and gruntin’ and moanin’ and talkin’ real freaky-like. The nigga almost sounded possessed or some shit. But it was turnin’ me the fuck on. The muhfucka had a bitch all sweaty and whatnot.
“Yeah, bitch, I’ma bust this nut way up in ya pretty-ass guts. This’s my pussy now, bitch. I’ma fuck the shit out you all night. Damn, you got some muthafuckin’ good, wet pussy. Yeah, this shit’s nice and tight. It’s mine, right, baby? This good pussy all mine?”
These niggas kill me with that shit, askin’ a bitch if her pussy’s his. Sometimes I wanna scream, “Yeah, muhfucka, for the moment! I got it out on loan to ya dumb ass.” But I always keep it cute and let the nigga think what he wants. Anyway, the more shit he talked, the wetter my pussy got. The harder he fucked me, the hotter my pussy got. The muhfucka had my insides on fire. My juices gushed out, ’causin’ his dick to splash in and out of my wetness.
“Yeah, nigga,” I moaned. “Fuck ya pussy, muhfucka. Mmmph. That’s right, get all up in ya pussy.”
I almost lost it when the nigga wrapped his hands up in my wigpiece and started yankin’ me by the back of my hair. I threw my hands up over my head and held on for dear life. Oh my God, I thought the nigga was gonna rip the shit right offa my head. I had to reach in back of me and pry his damn hands outta my wig. I was glad I had that shit packed on tight with a bunch of bobby pins. But, I still couldn’t take any chances with him snatchin’ my shit off.
“Let me get on top, and ride ya fat cock,” I said, hopin’ to get in control of the situation before he had my wig in his muthafuckin’ big-ass hands. Thankfully, he was ready for me to ride him down into the mattress. He slowly pulled his dick outta me.
We changed positions, and this time I straddled on top of him, then reached up underneath me and stuffed his dick up in me. That was better. I made a note to myself to never, ever, let another nigga I had to body hit this pussy from the back. From now on, I’d be on top at all times. I slammed down on his dick. Gave him the ride of his life, then leaned over and reached under the mattress for my gun. I held it in my hand, grindin’ down on his dick, pressin’ and brushin’ my clit against the shaft of his cock.
I let out another loud moan, glancin’ over at the clock: 3:15 a.m.
“Aaah, shit,” he groaned. “I’m gettin’ ready to nut, baby. Oh, shit…this pussy. Is. So. Fuckin’. Good.”
“Give me that nut, daddy,” I said, tightenin’ my grip on my piece. “Bust all up in ya pussy, baby.”
“Oh, shit…”—he thrust deep up into me, grabbin’ me by the hips—“I’m. Cum—”
Theessrrpp!
I shot him between the eyes, then continued ridin’ him until I came all over his dick again. When I was finished, I rolled up off of him, wiped his ass down, removed the sheets, then tossed the spread up over him. I quickly slipped into my clothes, gathered my shit, then quietly walked outta his hotel room.
I pulled my phone outta my bag, turned it on, dialed Cash’s number, then pressed send. “What’s good?”
“I know why the caged bird sings,” I said, walkin’ off the elevator toward my hotel room. I slid the key into the door.
“That’s what it is. I’ll get at you.”
“Yeah, make sure you do,” I replied before hangin’ up.