Daddy Long Stroke

“Downtown,” she says, glancin’ at me. I don’t know how the fuck she and Vita are related, but she’s e’erything Vita’s not— thick in the hips, small in the waist, and extra fine. There’s sumthin’ ’bout her Southern drawl that is turnin’ me on. I imagine her moanin’ in my ear. Feel my dick startin’ to stretch. “I’m meeting up with a few of my sorors for drinks, then I’m gonna see what kind of trouble I can get into.”

I look at her, grinnin’. Vita peeps it, then asks her if she has her key to get in. Tells her to have fun. I watch as her hips sway as she walks toward the door. She looks over her shoulder and says, “You two lovebirds don’t wait up.” For a split second I think I see the ho smirkin’ at me. This bitch is tryna be smart, I think, shiftin’ in my seat.

Vita giggles. “Bitch, you a damn trip. Don’t drink and drive. If you get too wasted, keep your ass wherever you are.”

“Oh please,” she says, flippin’ her hand, “I’m at my best when I’m drinking.” She glances over her shoulder at me as she says this before closin’ the door behind her, leavin’ me wit’ a hard dick.

I wait ’til I think the bitch is long gone, then stand up and start takin’ off my shirt. I’m ready to fuck. But Vita tryna be on some ole other shit, tellin’ me ’bout this Italian spot she wants to go to downtown called Brios that has great food. I glance at my watch. It’s almost seven o’clock at night. “Brios?”—I grab my dick and shake it at her—“You see this hard-ass dick? I wanna fuck. The only thing I’m tryna eat is what’s between them thick, bowlegged thighs of yours.” I take off my clothes, then lie my naked ass ’cross her leather sofa. “Take them clothes off, baby, and come straddle up over my face and let me tongue-fuck you.”

“But I’m hungry,” she whines. “I wanna get something to eat first.” She pokes her big-ass lips out, poutin’ as if that shit’s ’posed to change sumthin’.

“You can eat the nut outta this dick,” I tell her, grabbin’ and swingin’ it at her. “You walkin’ ’round here lookin’ all good ’n shit. That fat ass got a nigga’s dick on brick. And I’m ready to make it do what it do, real talk.”

She giggles; quickly changes her mind ’bout goin’ out, unbuttonin’ her blouse, then removin’ the rest of her clothes. “Don’t you wanna go upstairs?”

“Nah, I want you right here.”

“But what if my cousin comes back and walks in on us?”

Then I’ll fuck her, too. “Then I guess she’s gonna catch me wit’ a mouthful of pussy. And you wit’ a handful of dick.” The fact is I want her to walk in on us. Want her to see how I bang up this ho’s back. “Live on the edge, baby. She ain’t comin’ back no time soon.”

She slowly walks over to the sofa actin’ all nervous ’n shit. She scoops my balls up in both her soft hands, lickin’ her lips. “C’mere,” I say, pullin’ her up onto my lap. She nods, pullin’ in her bottom lip. I run my fingers over her left nipple ’til it gets hard. I lightly pinch it. She moans. I tell her to straddle up over my face. Tell her to lower her fatty down onto my mouth. She does. And I tongue-drill her ’til she nuts. I swallow, then start eatin’ her asshole out while finger-poppin’ her wet box. She bucks her hips, moanin’ loudly, then starts shakin’. I swing my legs ’round and sit up, holdin’ Vita up by the hips. I stand up, holdin’ her upside down still eatin’ her pussy while walkin’ her up the stairs.

We get to the bed, I sit down, then lie back, never lettin’ up on her hole. She nuts again, screamin’ at the top of her lungs, then slumps over onto the side of me. I grin. Yeah, you got this bitch sprung, muhfucka. She lays there wit’ her eyes closed, tryna catch her breath. It takes her ’bout ten minutes to finally get herself together. “Whew, that was so damn good. I don’t know what you’re tryna do to me, but whatever it is, it’s working. I have never had anyone hang me upside down and eat me out like that.”

“Oh yeah,” I say, pullin’ her into my arms. I can’t front, I feel like I’m holdin’ a child in my arms. It kinda creeps me out. I gotta keep remindin’ myself that this is a grown-ass woman wit’ a buncha paper she needs help spendin’. I lean in and give her a deep kiss wit’ a buncha tongue action. Slip two fingers into her pussy, usin’ my thumb to work over her clit. She nuts, again, all over my fingers. I pull ’em out and feed ’em to her, then kiss her again.

“Alley Cat, you really know how to make me feel good, baby. I’m so glad you’re here,” she says, gettin’ outta bed.

“I’m glad I’m here, too. Yo, where you goin’?” She tells me she’ll be right back. Tells me she has a special treat for me. I watch her wobble her thick hips into the bathroom. A few seconds later, she comes back out wit’ a tube of sumthin’. “Yo, what’s that?”

She grins. “Chocolate body sauce.”

I sit up in the bed. “Oh, word? And what you gonna do wit’ it?”