Daddy Long Stroke

Same script, different ho, I think, shakin’ my head. “Yeah, yeah, yeah…I’ve heard that before.”

“And now you’re hearing it again. Only difference is, I bet them other chicks don’t love giving you head as much as I do.”

“Oh, word? What you love ’bout suckin’ on this dick?”

“Everything.”

“E’erything like what? Tell me.” She tells me how she loves the way it tastes; how big, black and beautiful it is; how strong and heavy it is; how she loves the way it pulses in her mouth and stretches her jaws and mouth open. Then she tells me how she wants my baby batter on her tongue and smeared all over her lips.

As I’m listenin’ to her, I’m readin’ and deletin’ notes, and clickin’ on members’ pages that catch my attention. I come ’cross DrSweetPussy’s page. It’s done in red and black and there’s a flick of a chick wit’ her face blacked out wearin’ a black-lace bodysuit and a pair of red stilettos. The shit is sexy as hell. Her profile says she’s fifty-five—goddamn, this bitch gotta a body like a twenty-year-old. I bet she got some good pussy, too—lives in Jersey, married and seekin’ sumthin’ on the side. I peep the outline of her nipples, then zoom in on the imprint of her pussy. She got one of them phatties fo’ sure. I imagine slidin’ this dick up in that shit. It’s been a minute since I had some seasoned, old-school pussy. Shit, the last time I fucked some aged-pussy was like eight years ago when I fucked one of my man’s moms. Yeah, I know I shoulda felt bad for rockin’ his moms’ box. But, man, listen…that old-ass ho knew how to make that shit pop, word up.

At fifty-six, Ms. Carson was one sexy-ass woman with a juicy, apple-bottom ass and big double-D titties. My dick used to feel good as hell beween them two cock knockers, word up. She had a few jelly rolls around her waist and stomach area, but she had some bangin’ pussy. She’d hit me up late at night, like ’round two or three in the mornin’ for some of this dick. I’d park my car ’round the corner, then sneak through her backyard and meet her out in the shed. She’d suck and fuck this dick for ’bout an hour or so, then stumble her hot-ass back into her house and climb back into bed wit’ her husband. I ended up smashin’ her walls for three more months before I deaded it. That greedy bitch wanted to keep guzzlin’ this dick, but she wasn’t tryna come up offa no paper. So you already know she had to go.

Damn, I bet that pussy is better now at sixty-four. Okay, DrSweetPussy, I’ma give you exactly what that fat-ass pussy needs, I think, starin’ at her page and grabbin’ at my dick. I hit her up wit’ a note, leavin’ her my email addy to holla back.

I bring my attention back to this broad I got on the phone. “So how many other niggas’ tops you spinnin’?” Not that I gotta right to be askin’, but I know she’s gonna give me an answer, anyway—even if it’s some half-truth bullshit.

“What?”

“Yo, you heard me. I asked you how many other niggas’ dicks you washin’?”

“OhmyGod, I can’t believe you’d ask me some crazy shit like that. Don’t play me, nigga. I’m many things, but a ho ain’t one of ’em. I don’t go around sucking a bunch of dicks. The only nigga’s top I’m poppin’ is yours.”

Yeah, right. Tell me any-fuckin’-thing. This bitch musta forgot who she’s talkin’ to. I know her work. She’s the same cum-guzzlin’ slut who piped out my man’s ’n ’em two summers ago after a barbecue at Mountainside Park. And she’s the same nut-catchin’ ho who had some cat from Hillside stretchin’ her throat a few months back. But she don’t know I’m up on it. Not that it matters. She can slurp down as many babies as she wants. I ain’t tryna wife the bitch, feel me?

“Yo, whatever! Fuck all that ying-yang you talkin’. You tryna wet this dick up, or what?”

“You already know.”

“Aiight, that’s wassup. And I want that shit real nasty, too. A whole lotta slob and spit all over this dick. I want that shit drippin’ down my balls.”

“I got you. You know I know how to serve you up proper.”

Yeah, you just oughta know how! Cause you ain’t servin’ shit else wit’ that sandbox pussy. I feel my dick startin’ to brick thinkin’ ’bout her wrappin’ them big-ass dick suckas ’round my joint and me chokin’ the shit outta her wit’ it. On some real shit, I ain’t beat for no head tonight, I wanna fuck a wet hole. But, unless I snatch up some pussy in the next twenty minutes, a wet throat will tie me over ’til I do.

“Alley Cat, I don’t know why you be tryna play me. You already know what it is…” I text Lahney while this ho babbles on: Yo, what’s good? U fuckin’ 2 nite?

“…The only nigga I’m fuckin’ with is you.”

“Oh, word?”

“Word. I’m not interested in any other nigga.”