Daddy Long Stroke

Bitch, you are! I sigh. On some real shit, I ain’t beat for this yip-yappin’. A muhfucka’s ready to get aggressive wit’ this trick. “Yo, cock open them legs,” I snap, “and let me see you make that pussy pop.”

She opens her mouth like she’s shocked. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me. I ain’t stutter. Let me see you get that pussy wet. So take them fuckin’ drawers off, and let me see you make it do what it do.”

I take another pull offa my blunt, hold the shit in my lungs, then blow a cloud of smoke at her. She leans back, and I smile. The bitch already doesn’t have on any drawers. And as soon as she spreads open her legs, her fat pussy lips poke out. “Damn, look at that pretty pink cunt…get that shit wet for big daddy.” She strokes her clit, then sticks a finger in her hole and moans.

I lick my lips watchin’ her tight pussy glisten. I feel my dick start to stiffen. “Yeah, baby. I like that shit. Suck ya fingers for me.” She licks her fingers, then continues playin’ in her hole for another five minutes or so. Then she stops, gets up and goes back over to the cart to snort up more coke. She hoovers up halfa line, pauses, then starts back up. I watch and start to get disgusted lookin’ at her fiend ass.

She looks over at me all bug-eyed ’n shit. “You the kinda man I could really get into. I’m so sick of niggas trying to use me, or think I’m some lonely charity case that has to pay them to fuck me. Yes, I get lonely for companionship sometimes. But, I’m far from desperate. Yes, I’m a sexual woman with needs. But I’m also a woman with standards. I’m a woman who wants to be loved. I hope you not going to try to hurt me like everybody else.”

I frown. What the hell is this ramblin’ fuck-box talkin’ ’bout? “You know what,” I say, standin’ up and removin’ my jeans, then pullin’ my dick outta my boxers. “I’m not tryna hear all that dumb-shit comin’ outta ya dick washer. Drop down and get on ya knees and crawl over to this dick. I didn’t fly all the way out this bitch to listen to a buncha babblin’ ’bout how lonely and fucked up ya life is. I came to get this dick slobbed; so punch in, and get to work.”

She opens her dick sucka to say sumthin’ else, but catches how I’m starin’ her down wit’ my shit swingin’ in my hand. She knows what it is. She drops down low, makin’ her way over to this horny, hard-ass dick. She stands up, stretches open her trap, then wraps her lips ’round my dick and greedily sucks on it. “Wet that shit up, baby…spit on it…there you go…suck that dick like you own it…”

12

I glance over at the clock: Six A.M. Gotdamn! A nigga can’t even get any fuckin’ sleep up in this muhfucka. I’m dead-ass tired from fuckin’ all night. And I wanna get some zees. But I got this lil’ piglet bitch here snorin’ and droolin’. And to make matters worse, she got the muthafuckin’ nerve to have her heavy ass body up on top of me like she’s a damn infant, like I’m her damn daddy ’n shit. Hol’ up…I bet you nosey muhfuckas wanna know how the pussy was, right? Yeah, I knew it. Well, keepin’ it real, the shit wasn’t half bad. The bitch wasn’t servin’ up no five-star pussy, but it definitely gets nice ’n wet. And a nigga can’t even front, this ho got some super-dupa tight pussy. And hell yeah, I’ma fuck her lil’ ass again. As a matter of fact, I’ma beat that hole up as soon as I wake her growlin’ ass up.

I shake her. “Yo, ma, wake up.” She doesn’t budge. “Yo, Vita.” This bitch is in a coma, I think, shakin’ her again. She still doesn’t move. And if the bitch wasn’t snorin’ so fuckin’ loud, I’d think I fucked her to death. I shake her again. And this time when she doesn’t move, I swing her up offa me, causin’ her to roll offa the bed.

Thump! She hits the floor, hard. “Aaaaah…owwww…ouch!”

“Oh, shit. My bad,” I say, tryna keep from laughin’ at her ass. “You aiight?”

“I guess,” she says, scramblin’ to her feet and rubbin’ her right arm, then her head. “Why’d you push me off the bed like that?”

Damn, I almost feel bad. “I was tryna wake you so I could take a piss. When you didn’t budge, I tried to roll you offa me so I could use the bathroom, but you just rolled off the bed. C’mon back up here, and let me take care of ya pain, baby.”

“What you gonna do to make it feel better?” She pouts, tryna be sexy ’n shit.

I get outta bed. “Ugh, shit,” I say, steppin’ on four cum-filled condoms. “Let me drain this hose and I’ma show you.” I walk over to her, lift her up and kiss her on the lips. “When I come outta the bathroom I wanna see you on ya back wit’ ya thick legs up and wide open, ya dig?”