Daddy Long Stroke

“Yeah, good mornin’ to you, too.” She cranes her neck to look at me. I give her a quick peck on the lips. “Smells good, baby. What you got in all them pans?” She tells me she’s made spinach quiche, salmon patties, cheese grits, homefries, and sweet potato biscuits. “Damn, I didn’t know you can throw down like that,” I say, impressed.

“I’ll have you know, there are a lot of things you don’t know about me, Mister.” She scoots ’round me, pullin’ plates down from outta the cabinet.

“What else I need to know?”

“That’s for you to find out,” she says playfully. “Until then, be happy with the things you already know.”

“Oh, yeah? And what’s that?”

“One, I make my own money. Two, I enjoy your company. Three, I love riding your dick. Four—and this is in the words of Lil’ Kim—‘I take it in the butt, what.’ And five, I’m gonna learn how to deep throat your dick if it’s the last thing I do, even if it kills me. Now let’s eat.”

I laugh, shakin’ my head as I pull out a chair and take a seat. My stomach growls as she puts e’erything on servin’ platters, then places each dish in the middle of the table. I wait for her to take her seat, then start diggin’ in. I take a bite into a biscuit. Lick my lips, then pop the rest of it in my mouth before bitin’ into another one. “Damn, baby, these fuckin’ biscuits are good as hell.”

She smiles. “I’m glad you like ’em. It’s my grandmother’s recipe.”

“Is she single?” I ask, lickin’ my fingers.

She laughs. “She’s happy.”

I grin, placin’ a forkful of quiche into my mouth. I swallow. “Let her know I got sumthin’ that can make her even happier.”

“Oh yeah? And what’s that?”

“Me.”

She flicks her hand at me, crackin’ up. “You’re a damn mess. Finish your food.”

“Yeah, but you love this mess.”

“Whatever,” she says, rollin’ her eyes. I laugh at her. Finish up eatin’, then go for seconds. By the time I’m done, I’m so damn stuffed the only thing I wanna do is go back to bed. But, Cherry has other plans. She wants to fuck, then take the forty-five-minute drive out to Costa Mesa to hit up South Coast Plaza, an upscale shoppin’ mall. And you already know doin’ both is aiight wit’ me.

After we finish rockin’ the springs, Cherry jumps in the shower. She invites me in wit’ her, but I ain’t beat. I tell her to go do her, and stay in bed a while longer. For some reason, I’m tired as fuck. I doze off for another thirty minutes ’til Cherry comes back up in the room and starts shakin’ a mufucka to get up. I shower and dress, then come out into the livin’ room in a pair of MEK jeans and a burgundy Affliction thermal and a pair of tan Timbs. “It’s breezy out today,” she tells me, starin’ at me like I’ma freeze to death. “Aren’t you gonna wear a jacket?”

“Listen, baby. It’s twenty-four degrees back home. This fifty-degree weather is like spring to me. If you need to be bundled up like you in the middle of the Antarctica, then do you. But, I’m cool wit’ what I got on.”

She smirks, grabbin’ her bag and keys. “Well, alrighty then. Let’s roll.” I follow behind her, lockin’ my eyes on her swayin’ ass and hips.

When we get to the mall, I gotta say I’m impressed. The shit has two sections: the Main Plaza, which is big as hell. And Crystal Court—a much smaller mall, both connected by a bridge. We hit up the specialty spots like D & G, Chanel, Versace, Gucci, and Louis Vuitton, then make our way to over Bloomingdale’s and Saks. By the time we walk up outta there and head back to the car, it’s almost six o’clock. And we’re loaded down wit’ bags.

As soon as we get into the car, I lean over and kiss Cherry on her luscious-ass lips, softly at first, then I get forceful, pushin’ my tongue deep into her mouth. All the paper she’s dropped on me got a muhfucka’s dick hard, hot and horny. I start grabbin’ her titties. If she knew howta suck a gotdamn dick, I’d have her spin my top. Oh, well.

“I wanna fuck you, right here in this parkin’ garage,” I tell her, unbuttonin’ her blouse, then reachin’ in and playin’ wit’ her titties.

She moans. “You can get this pussy anywhere, anyhow, you want it.”

I grin. “Oh, word? Baby, you lucky I don’t have any condoms wit’ me. Otherwise, I’d tear ya ass up in the backseat.”

She grins, reachin’ for her bag. “Hold up for a minute.” She opens it, pullin’ out a box of Durex condoms. “Don’t you know a diva is always prepared?” I grin back at her, unzippin’ my jeans and fishin’ out my dick. I recline my seat as far back as it will go. She takes out a wrapper, rolls it down on my joint, hikes her skirt up over her hips, then climbs her bare ass up over me and slides down on this dick, rodeo-ridin’ this cock ’til we both bust.

Thirty minutes later, she starts the engine, then backs outta the parkin’ space—happily fucked. “So have you thought any more about my proposition?” she asks, glancin’ over at me. Shit, I was hopin’ this wasn’t gonna come up.