Daddy Long Stroke

“I’ll get on all fours and crawl over to you, then you spit on me. Slap my ass and talk real dirty to me.”

“Oh, you want me to call you a dirty, filthy, nasty-ass, cumsuckin’ bitch?”

“Ooooh, yes, baby…”

“How ’bout a nut-swallowin’, slutty, heathen-ass cunt-box?”

“Mmmm, oh, yes. You really know how to get my pussy hot, daddy.”

Whatever! “Then what?”

“Then you go into the bathroom, sit on the toilet and take a shit while I suck all over your dick. And I want you to spit in my face while I’m doing it, too. Then when you’re done, you get up without wiping your ass. I step into the tub, jerk your dick off and stick my finger in your shitty asshole until you nut all over my face. Then I want you to piss all over my face and mouth, rinsing it off of me.”

I frown. This tramp-ass bitch is really outta control.

“Yo, dig,” I say, disgusted, “you take freak to a whole ’nother level, word up. You do know that, right?”

She giggles. “Freak is my first name, daddy. So are you up for freaking with me?”

“You done banged ya biscuit, baby, thinkin’ I’ma ever fuck wit’ ya trashy ass, again. You a dirty gutter-rat, baby.”

“Excuuuuuuuse me?”

“You heard me. I said you’re a nasty, trashbag ho.”

“Kiss my ass!”

“Is that what you learn in Bible study? How to be a sewer whore?”

“Fuck you, motherfucker!”

“No, fuck you, baby. Oh wait, I already did,” I say, laughin’. She bangs in my ear, like I give a fuck. Nasty bitch! I turn my phone on QUIET, then put my feet up on the coffee table, finishin’ up my blunt while watchin’ the rest of this movie. I lay my head back on the sofa and before I know it, I’m knocked the fuck out.

34

I’m in seventh heaven right now. Candles are lit ’round the room. Jill Scott’s playin’ low in the background. Cherry’s on her knees, back arched, head pressed deep into the pillow, sheets wrapped ’round her hand, moanin’. And I’m in back of her, ass cheeks pulled apart, dick deep inside of her. I reach under her, play wit’ her clit, then slide my fingers deep into her wetness. Fuckin’ her in the ass causes her to have multiple orgasms. She clutches and unclutches my fingers wit’ her walls, winds her hips. I keep still. Let her push back on this dick, then bounce on it. “Oh, yes…big daddy.”—she looks back over her shoulder— “Bust this asshole open, baby. Oh God, no one fucks me this good.”

My flight got in three hours ago, and I’m tired as fuck. But I had to feed Cherry some of this good shit before I can go to sleep. As soon as we got through the door, she was all over me; definitely missin’ the kid. Again, she tried suckin’ this dick, but it was a bust, so I flipped her over and started eatin’ her out instead. Just as I was ’bout to slide up in it, she stopped me. Told me she wanted it in the ass tonight. And, of course, that was fine by me. I can’t front, her asshole gets hot and wet like a pussy. And it feels damn good. Nah, scratch that. Better than good…muthafuckin’ great!

But keepin’ it real wit’ you, the way she loves takin’ this dick up the ass, it’s only a matter of time before she starts shittin’ on herself when she walks. Hell, I’m surprised shit’s not stainin’ her drawers already as big as her hole is. She says she has total control of her ass muscles. So far, that may the case. But in a few more years…man, listen. I hope she has a buncha stock in Depends. ’Cause if she keeps fuckin’ wit’ this dick, she’s gonna end up needin’ an ass plug just to keep e’erything in.

I grab her by the hair and yank her head back. She likes it rough; wants it hard. And I give it to her just how she wants it.

“Oh, shit…aaaah, shit…oh, yes, baby…”

“Yeah, you like this dick, don’t you?”

She moans.

Of course, you do. They all do. I bang her back in for close to an hour before finally pullin’ out, snatchin’ off the condom and nuttin’ all over her ass and back, then roll over and pull her into my arms.

She catches her breath, lays her head on my chest, then looks up at me, smilin’. “I’m so glad you came.”

“Yeah, that good pussy made me cum hard.”

She laughs, playfully hittin’ me. “You’re such a mess. I wasn’t talking about that kinda came, silly. I meant you coming here. I’m happy you’re here.”

“Me, too, baby,” I tell her, lightly kissin’ her on the lips and pullin’ her in closer to my chest. I hold her tight, then drift off to sleep.

Eight A.M., I awake to the smell of sumthin’ cinnamony and sweet. I get outta bed and stretch, headin’ to the bathroom to take a piss. I wash my hands, then go out into the kitchen. I’m shocked as fuck to see Cherry at the island stove, cookin’. I smile. All the times I’ve been out here, she’s never lifted a pot or pan for a muhfucka. Truth be told, I thought the shit was there for decoration.

“Damn, baby,” I say, walkin’ up on her, “you in here doin’ ya thing, I see. Daddy musta really put it on you last night.” I slap her on the ass, then press up against her.

“Whatever,” she says, suckin’ her teeth. “Good mornin’.”