Daddy Long Stroke

Did I end up bouncin’ on her nasty ass? Nope. Long story short, a muhfucka ended up fuckin’ her, anyway. I followed her into the master bathroom, waited for her to get into the glass-encased shower, then stepped in after her wearin’ nuthin’ but my boxers. As she dropped down to her knees, I pulled out my dick, then hosed her down wit’ my hot piss—like she wanted it, hittin’ her nasty ass in the face, mouth, and all over her chest while she played in her pussy. Then she turned ’round, grabbed the back of her ankles, and waited for me to run this dick up in her. I wrapped up, then Rambo-fucked her freaky ass. And the crazy shit is, after I finished fuckin’ her, I realized I liked pissin’ on her dumb ass.

Anyway, between the textin’ and the callin’ and the beggin’ and whinin’ ’bout dumb shit, sometimes a muhfucka gotta shut his phone off ’n shit just to get a moment of peace. And that’s exactly what the fuck I did before I finally went to sleep ’round three A.M.

When I finally opened my eyes, ’round ten this mornin’, I got up to see what was good wit’ Pops but he had already bounced— probably over to Moms’ to get his fuck on. I checked my cell and saw I had two texts and one message—all from Akina, spazzin’ the fuck out ’cause I didn’t come through to feed her this dick like I said I was. And I didn’t call. Oh well. She’ll get over it. Anyway, since I had the spot to myself, I fixed myself breakfast, then went to the gym. And, as soon as I got back, I took a nice, long, hot shower, then dozed off.

Three hours later, the ringin’ of my cell wakes me up. I stretch and yawn, glancin’ over at the clock: 4:13 P.M. Damn, I was knocked the fuck out. “Yo, what’s good, ma?”

“You and that humongous dick of yours,” Cherry says in a low, sexy voice. The sound of her voice, the way it purrs through the phone, makes my dick brick instantly. I close my eyes, rememberin’ how good my dick felt inside that big, wet, gushy pussy, as well as in her deep asshole.

“Oh, word? I can’t tell. It took ya sexy ass long ’nough to hit a nigga back. I called you almost two weeks ago.”

“With this housing market the way it is, it’s been a bit hectic here. But, you know I’ll make it up to you.”

“Yeah, baby, you always do.”

“This fat pussy misses you like crazy.”

And I miss them fat cheeks. This ho’s paper is long as hell. She owns her own real estate company and the homes she sells are two million and up. “Damn, baby. And this heavy dick misses you, too, boo,” I tell her. “I’ve been dreamin’ ’bout suckin’ on that sweet, juicy clit of yours, and stickin’ this tongue deep in ya hot slit. Nobody rides this dick like you, baby.”

“Mmmm,” she moans into the phone. “You keep talking like that and you’re gonna have me catching the next flight out of L.A. to Jersey. You got me wanting to play in my pussy.”

I laugh, slippin’ my hand down in my boxers. “I done beat you to it, baby. I’m already strokin’ my shit, thinkin’ ’bout you ridin’ down on this dick. And it’s loaded wit’ thick, gooey cream—just for you.”

See, e’ery now and then, you gotta stroke a ho’s ego. Let her know what you think she wants to know. That you can’t stop thinkin’ ’bout her, that you miss her, that she has the best pussy you’ve had and you can’t stop dreamin’ ’bout it. Let her think she got ya ass hooked on that cock clamper of hers.

“When you coming to see me?”

I smile. “When you wanna see me?”

“Now,” she says.

I laugh. “Damn, baby, you horny like that?”

“You have no idea. I need to be fucked, deep and hard by a long, thick black dick.”

“That’s what it is. I’d be there to feed you this dick, on the next muthafuckin’ thing smokin’, if I had the ends. But shit’s real hectic, feel me? A muhfucka’s still not workin’.” I grin.

“Alex, baby, you know you don’t have to ever worry about money. All you gotta do is say the word and I’ma have a ticket waiting for you, along with spending money. You know how we do. I wish you’d pack all your things and move out here. You know I know a lot of people here, and have plenty of connections. I know I can get you hired somewhere. As a matter of fact, an ex of mine owns a large construction company out here. I could put in a good word for you.”

I frown. Construction? Is this ho serious? What the fuck a muhfucka like me look like doin’ some muthafuckin’ manual labor? The only work I’ma do that requires me to sweat is fuck. All that extra shit she talkin’ is out.

“Listen, baby,” I say. “I ’preciate you tryna look out. But what I look like workin’ for another cat who used to run his dick up in you?”

She laughs. “Baby, that man hasn’t had a taste of this in over fifteen years.”