Daddy Long Stroke

“Just get the fuck out!” she snaps, chargin’ toward the door. Before she can come at me, I slam it in her face. I hop in my car, making my way over to Maleeka’s to get this dick slobbered and wet and spit all over—the way a greedy-cum guzzlin’ bitch is supposed to suck a dick.

15

Instead of takin’ that long-ass drive back down to my spot, I decide to crash—like I do most times—at Pops’. Hell, after fuckin’ wit’ Shavron’s Indian-givin’ ass on Saturday, then Maleeka’s cum-thirsty ass yesterday—even if I wanted to, I wouldna been able to make it to my crib. I was too damn drained and exhausted from bustin’ four rounds of nut down in her throat throughout the day. And then I finally gave in and fucked her deep in that fat ass of hers, even though I told her from the dip that it was gonna be a drive-by. But she got on her whinin’-ass bullshit, so I stayed the night and gutted her out. When it was time for a muhfucka to bounce, she hit me up wit’ a quick five hunnid wit’out blinkin’ an eye. Man, listen, I really don’t understand these hoes.

Then as soon as I got ready to lay it down, my cell kept goin’ off. First, it was Tamera’s nutbush ass, callin’ and textin’ me. That bitch is relentless. On some real shit, I’m startin’ to think she’s blazin’ more than trees. She’s too damn erratic. I swear I wanna bend her over and split her asshole wide the fuck open wit’ this dick for bein’ such a shitty-ass ho.

Then Candace called pressin’ me ’bout comin’ through ’cause she hasn’t seen me in a minute. She’s one of them church-goin’-type hoes doin’ Bible study on Thursdays, praisin’ ’n singin’ in the choir ’n shit on Sundays, then gulpin’ down dick the rest of the week. Her heathen-ass got the nerve to have a BlackPlanet page talkin’ ’bout she’s a good, God-fearin’ Christian woman in search of a good man. But turns ’round and sends me a buncha flicks wit’ her ass ’n titties out. What a fuckin’ hypocrite! On some real shit, I’ve fucked her three times. And let me tell you… whoever said, “If you wanna find a real freak, go to church,” ain’t never lied ’cause this freak-nasty, scripture-spewin’ strumpet likes it all. Damn, talkin’ ’bout her takes me back to the first time I was at her spot ready to put this dick to her.

“I’m looking for some hot piss play, baby,” she’d told me, catchin’ a nigga off guard.

“What the fuck you just say?” I’d asked disgusted. “Piss play?”

“Yeah, baby, piss play,” she’d repeated, gettin’ up off of the bed and walkin’ toward me. She wrapped her arms ’round my waist, looked up at me, starin’ into my eyes. “Every now and then I like to be pissed on; it’s no biggie.”

It’s no biggie? “Yo, what in the hell you get outta a muhfucka pissin’ on you?”

“There’s something sexy about watching a man holding his dick in his hands, especially when it’s long and thick, while he’s unleashing a golden stream of hot piss. It really turns me on.”

I’d frowned, steppin’ outta her embrace, then movin’ to the other side of the room. On some real shit, a muhfucka was thinkin’ ’bout gettin’ the fuck up outta there. But a nigga still wanted his dick wet. “Yo, I don’t know what kinda shit you into, but that’s outta my league, baby.”

“At least give it a try before you knock it. You never know, you might like it.”

Yo, this tramp has got to be kiddin’ me, I’d thought to myself, starin’ at this broad like she was two screws from crazy. “Oh, ohhhkaaaay,” I’d said, lookin’ at her ass sideways.

She’d walked back over to me, wrapped her arms ’round my waist again and looked up at me. “Piss on me, daddy. Pleeeeease. Let me feel me your strong, steamy flow of hot, golden urine, then take my pussy and fuck it like you own it.”

I’d scratched the side of my head. “Okay, so let me get this right. What you sayin’ is, you want me to piss on you, then turn ’round and fuck you wit’ my piss runnin’ down ya body?”

She’d nodded, lickin’ her lips. “Oh, yes. Just the thought of it is gettin’ me hot. To be perfectly honest with you, I’ve actually been dying to have a man with a big dick to hose me down, then squat over me and shit on my stomach, while he’s playing in my pussy, with his ass facing toward me. Then we could fuck in the delicious mess.”

Delicious? I’d frowned. Ain’t a muthafuckin’ thing delicious ’bout a muhfucka takin’ a dump on someone. What a nasty bitch! I’d thought. “Yo, you an extra-special type of freak, for real—for real. And on some real shit, I ain’t sign up for this kinda kink.”

“I thought you said you were open-minded. And like it nasty.”

“I am. And I do like it nasty. But not that damn nasty. I’m open to a lotta thangs, baby, but smellin’ a buncha shit and piss while I’m tryna fuck ain’t one of ’em.”

“Okay, then just piss all over my titties, then bend me over and fuck me from behind.”