Daddy Long Stroke

“Oh, not to worry, baby,” I say, pumpin’ my dick in my hand. When I’m finished wit’ ya dumb ass, you gonna be runnin’ ’round in the middle of the day wit’ a flashlight in ya hand, lookin’ for some more of this dick. I stop myself from spittin’ all over her dashboard and windshield, wait for my dick to go down, then stuff it back in my boxers. I zip my pants up. “I got nuthin’ but time. I’ma inch this long dick up in you nice ’n slow.”

10

Yo, e’erything up in this chick’s spot is top-of-the-line shit. Word up. I peep the Sony fifty-two-inch flat-screen wit’ Bose surround sound and the Italian leather sofa set. Her spot is clean and smells fresh. I guess I expected her ass to live in a dollhouse wit’ a buncha tiny-ass furniture ’n shit. But, I gotta give it to her, chick got some flava.

After she takes her shoes off at the door, she gives me the grand tour of the downstairs, then upstairs. I take it all in, really impressed. When she’s done showin’ me around, I follow her back down the stairs, watchin’ how she maneuvers herself down each step, slidin’ down one step at a time. For some reason, I feel like scoopin’ her up under my arm like a puppy and walkin’ her ass down, but I check myself. “Can I get you something to drink? Water, juice, or I have something a little stronger, if you like.”

I hear Jamie Foxx’s “Blame It” in my head. A nigga like me ain’t never had to blame shit I do on alcohol, feel me? Fuck that “I was drunk” shit. If I fuck a bitch, I’m dickin’ her knowin’ exactly what I’m doin’ and who I’m doin’ it to. “I don’t drink,” I say, takin’ a seat on the sofa. “You got any bottled water?”

“Sure. Make yourself comfortable while I get it. I hope you don’t mind if I fix myself a cocktail. It’s my vacation, and I like to get nice whenever I can.”

“Do you, baby,” I say, sittin’ back on the sofa. She goes off into the kitchen, and I hear cabinets openin’ and closin’ and a buncha stirrin’ ’round. My cell rings. It’s Shavron. Another Myspace freak I met ’bout six months ago. The last time I hit her wit’ some dick was a few weeks ago, and the bitch’s been sweatin’ me for another fix. “Yo, baby, what’s good wit’ you?” I ask, lowerin’ my voice so Minnie Mouse doesn’t hear.

“When I’ma see you?” she asks, soundin’ like she got a lil’ attitude or some shit. “Seems like you tryna avoid me or something.” I grin. Yeah, this bitch’s real tight wit’ a muhfucka.

“Why you say that?”

“’Cause ever since I gave you some pussy, you acting like you ain’t beat.”

Uh, that’s’cause I ain’t. The bitch’s pussy don’t stay wet ’nough for me. I mean, the shit’s big and can fit this dick up in it, but it’s not gushy. A muhfucka like me likes a real juicy pussy sloshin’ my dick up when I’m strokin’ it. Not that dry shit she be servin’ up. The last time I fucked her, it felt like I had my dick wrapped in sandpaper. Had my shit raw for two days. But I know her dumb ass is feenin’ for some more of this dick. And I know if I slay her ass just right, she’s gonna be comin’ up offa them child support checks. The ho got four kids by three different muhfuckas. And I bet the bitch think I’ma be her next baby daddy. She already actin’ like she wanna get this dick naked. “Nah, baby, it ain’t nuthin’ like that. I been kinda stressed lately. Gotta lot on my plate ’n shit.”

“Well, I still wanna see you.”

Damn, I tell this ho that I been kinda stressed, and her selfish ass ain’t even ask if a muhfucka’s okay ’n shit. Didn’t think to ask if there’s anything her dumb-ass can do. All she worried ’bout is how she can get at this dick. And then muhfuckas wonder why I drag these bitches. “Oh, you miss me, huh?”

“Something like that.”

I laugh. “Yeah, whatever.” On some real shit, I can never understand why bitches gotta play. Hell, if you miss a muhfucka, just say it. What’s so hard ’bout that? Geesh! “You know you miss this dick,” I tell her.

She sucks her teeth. “And so what if I do?”

“Then say the shit. If you miss this dick, say you miss it, baby. It’s all good. Daddy ain’t goin’ nowhere, you dig? I’ma come through and feed you this Snickers bar real soon. And it’s loaded wit’ a buncha hot creamy nuts just for you, aiight?”

“When?”

See. Wit’ a ho like Shavron I gotta ration out this dick to keep her ass from gettin’ sprung the fuck out. So when I finally break this dick off in her sandbag pussy again, she’ll ’preciate it. Otherwise, she could become a fuckin’ headache, real quick. Besides, I never give a ho this dick when she wants it. It’s when I think she deserves it. You want this good nut, then you need to earn it, feel me?

“Well,” I say, glancin’ over my shoulder to make sure Vita isn’t comin’ back into the room. “I’m outta town ’til next week. And when I get back, you know it’s my birthday the followin’ week so I’m tryna get right.”