Daddy Long Stroke

Although I just fed her a bunch of bullshit, Akina’s still good peoples, and she’s the type of broad a nigga like me needs on his team. But the bitch still ain’t the type of broad I’d wanna wife. Any bitch who sucks the nut outta me, then swallows it on the first night ain’t wifey material in my book. I don’t give a fuck how fine ya ass is, or how good ya brain game is, you played ya’self. And you a damn freak-nasty bitch only good for fuckin’ and suckin’ on this dick. And that’s what it is.

“Well, don’t get gassed, nigga. The dick is good and all, but I ain’t tryna put a lock ’n chain on it.”

Yeah, right. “Oh, aiight, if you say so.”

She laughs. “Nigga, it is what it is.” She rests her chin up on my chest, keepin’ her eyes locked on me. “So why you fucking all them other bitches if they don’t compare to me?”

I grin. “I thought you didn’t care.”

“I don’t. I just wanna know.”

Yeah, okay. “’Cause I can,” I say, keepin’ it real wit’ her ass. For as long as a nigga can remember, bitches have always thrown the pussy at me. Growin’ up, I wasn’t like most cats who had to hound a ho for some ass; bitches pressed me for a taste of this chocolate. And since bitches loved to talk ’bout the size of a nigga’s dick, almost e’ery bitch in Essex, Union, Hudson, and Pasaaic counties knew ’bout my dick game. And they all wanted to see— and feel, for themselves. And they still do. “And as long as they’re willin’ to throw me the ass,” I tell her, kissin’ her on the lips, “I’ma keep catchin’ it. I love pussy, and I love to fuck.”

She rolls her eyes. “Well, you fuck all the bitches you want. But you make sure you don’t catch nothing else besides pussy ’cause I’m not tryna catch nothing I can’t get rid of.”

“Aye, yo, don’t play me. I might fuck alotta pussy, but I keep my man strapped up at all times, real talk.”

“Mmm-hmm,” she says, twistin’ her lips up like she ain’t believin’ it, “if you say so.”

“It’s what it is, baby. I might be many things, but reckless ain’t one of ’em.”

She looks at me. “Well, maybe not. But like I said, as long as you got me wetting ya dick, you make sure you keep it strapped. I don’t wanna have to shut shit down.”

I laugh. “Yeah, right.”

She mushes me. “I ain’t laughing, nigga. As long as I’m fucking you, don’t bring me no extras.”

I grin. “Oh, so you think you gonna keep gettin’ this dick?” I ask, rollin’ up on top of her. I reach for a Magnum, placin’ it beside me on the bed.

“Yep,” she says, spreadin’ open her legs. I allow my tongue to travel over her invisible titties, ’cause she’s all big-ass nipples. I lightly pull ’em wit’ my teeth while fingerin’ her already wet pussy. She moans. I plant soft kisses down the center of her chest, kiss her stomach, dip my tongue into her belly button, then journey down to the triangular trimmed patch of hair, coverin’ her pussy. Now this is the fuck how a bitch’s pubic hair is ’posed to look. She has hers shaved and dyed platinum. I flick my tongue ’cross her pierced clit, then start lappin’ it. She moans louder. Tells me how good I make her feel. I cover her pussy wit’ my mouth and eat her inside out, causin’ her to buck her hips, and snap her thighs around my head. I wet my middle finger with her pussy juice, then stick it in her ass and finger fuck her hole nice ’n slow while tongue fuckin’ her pussy. She palms my head, then grinds her hips into my mouth. “I’m cumming…aaaaaah…I’m cuuuuuumming…” She squirts her nut into my mouth and I swallow her sweet sauce, lickin’ all around her clit ’n shit, while rollin’ the condom on. I pull her legs up over my head, then slid my dick in. “Aaaaaaaaaah…oh, yessssss…whatever you do, don’t ever stop fucking me…” She holds onto me, clutchin’ my dick wit’ her snapper.

I don’t bust this nut ’til she cums again. And when she finishes, I pull out, snatch off the condom and pump this dick. I watch my nut shoot all over her stomach, her titties and up under her chin. Then I flop over on the bed exhausted as fuck.

Thirty minutes later, she’s steppin’ outta the shower wit’ a white towel wrapped ’round her body. I’m lyin’ ’cross the bed, watchin’ her as she drops the towel, then starts oilin’ her body up. Admirin’ her toned body, I feel my dick startin’ to get hard again, but I try to will the shit still. Unfortunately, it has a mind of its own, so I let the shit swell up. She slips back on her pink g-string, then pulls her Juicy Couture jeans up over her curves. Them muthafuckas wrap around her plump ass like a glove. Damn, I wanna fuck this ho in that big ass, I think, puttin’ my hand up to my nose and smellin’ her ass scent on my fingertips.

“Aye, yo,” I say, gettin’ up and walkin’ over to her. I pull her into me, and start kissin’ her. “I really ’preciate you wantin’ to be here for me.” She looks up at me, stares me in the eyes.

“Alex, I told you. I got you. Whatever you need, I got you, baby.”