Daddy Long Stroke

I chuckle. “Sorry, babe, when I go, I take Long Dong wit’ me. But, while I’m here you can get as much of it as you like. And since you already got it in ya hand, tryna wake it, you might as well wet it wit’ ya tongue so I can spit another round.” She smiles, shiftin’ her body. She presses her lips to the tip and starts plantin’ soft, wet kisses all over it. “Yeah, that’s right, baby. Kiss daddy’s dick.” She swirls her tongue around the head, then wraps her mouth ’round it. I pull in my bottom lip, then lick my lips. “Yeah, suck that shit,” I say, claspin’ my hands, then placin’ ’em in the back of my head. “Cup them balls.” She tries to use one hand, but my balls are too big for her lil’-ass hand. She’s gonna need both of ’em to get me off. She grabs ’em wit’ both hands, but has a hard time tryna handle suckin’ my dick wit’out holdin’ onto it. So I help the ho out. I lift up and hold my dick at the base, steady this rock-hard cock for her so she can squeeze the nut outta my balls.

After she finishes suckin’ my dick, and gulpin’ down this nut, I check my voice messages, again, while she’s in the shower. She’s in there butcherin’ up Brandy’s “1st and Love.” I shake my head, tryna block out her screechin’ while listenin’ to all my messages. Tamera left four messages—crazy bitch! Akina left two. Falani left one, and Electra left three. I call Electra first. And of course, she wants some dick. So I tell her I’ma swing through one day next week and bless her. Next I call Falani. The ho states she’s still limpin’ from the last dose I served her ass, but she’s on that “I can’t stop thinkin’ ’bout you” shit. I tell her dumb-ass that the next time I come through I wanna threesome; that I wanna watch her eat another bitch’s pussy while I’m beatin’ that hole up from the back. She laughs, but then says she’ll think ’bout it. So, you already know.

I decide to call Tamera’s nutty-ass. “Damn, it took you long enough,” she says, soundin’ all tight and whatnot. “I done left you mad messages ’n shit.”

“Aye, yo, what’s fuckin’ good wit’ you, yo?” I already know what it is. This slew-footed ho misses the dick! I wanna hear her say it, though, feel me?

“Nigga, why the fuck you coming at my neck ’n shit?”

“’Cause I ain’t beat for the bullshit.”

She sucks her teeth. “Nigga, you acting like I shitted on you or something. If anything, I’m the one who should be heated with you for locking my fucking keys in the car. That was some real foul shit you pulled.”

“Oh well. You shouldna came at me sideways and it woulda been all good. But, you tried to be on some ole rah-rah-type shit. So it is what it is.”

“Muhfucka, you had my car out all damn night, then didn’t wanna answer your phone. Puhleeeze, I had a right to spazz out on ya black ass.”

“Listen, the shit is done. I ain’t beat to keep goin’ back ’n forth wit’ you. So why the fuck is you constantly blowin’ up my line, huh? You got ya shit back, so what the fuck else you want, now?”

“I wanna know why the fuck you avoiding me ’n shit.”

I let out a deep breath. “I told you, I’m not beat.”

“So what you sayin’? You ain’t fucking with me now?” she asks, soundin’ all pitiful ’n shit. It just amazes me how a bitch will be on some tough-girl-type shit, but the minute she knows she ’bout to lose out on some good dick, she wanna be on some ole other shit.

“Basically.”

“Hmmph. So you gonna let that one incident come between us?”

Come between us? Obviously, this fuckin’ hood-rat bitch really thinks I give a fuck ’bout her spazzin’ out ’n shit. Truth of the matter is her dick time expired. Anytime a bitch is talkin’ more shit than she’s puttin’ out pussy and loot, it’s time to revoke her dick-ridin’ card. And that’s what it is. “You still haven’t said why you keep callin’ me,” I say, dismissin’ her question.

“’Cause I wanna see you, nigga. That’s why. But you acting like a real bitch ’n shit.”

I laugh. “Go ’head wit’ that dumb shit.”

“Whatever, muhfucka. When you comin’ through?”

I laugh, knowin’ this ho’s pussy’s achin’ for this thick chocolate to melt up in it. “So, you tryna suck on this dick? Fuck, what?”

“Yeah, nigga. All the above. Ain’t nothing changed.”

“Whatever, yo.”

“Oh, shit’s changed with us?”

“Check this out,” I say, sighin’. “There is no us. Never was, never will be. What part of the memo don’t you get? I ain’t fuckin’ wit’ ya smart ass. You always comin’ outta ya neck crooked ’n shit. So ’til you know howta talk to a muhfucka, you gets no more of this dick. Ya ass is on punishment.”

She laughs. “Punishment? Are you fucking serious? Nigga, please! Don’t think your dick is the only dick out here.”

What a fuckin’ smut! “Yeah, you right. It ain’t the only dick out there. And it’s probably not the only dick you got ya dick suckas wrapped ’round. But it’s the only dick ya dumb-ass keeps callin’ for. It’s the only dick that’s got you cryin’ e’erytime I finish beatin’ that pussy up.”

“Whatever.”