Daddy Long Stroke

“Still a muhfucka like me ain’t diggin’ workin’ for ya ex, or anyone’s ex, for that matter. But I definitely ’preciate you havin’ my back, that’s wassup. Anyway, wit’ my moms in a wheelchair ’n shit, I can’t just up and bounce on her like that, smell me? She’s not in the best of health, but I’m not ’bout to put her in no funky-ass nursin’ home. She’s always been there for me, and I gotta always be here for her, feel me?”

“I understand. But, you need a break, baby. You need some of Cherry’s good pussy and TLC. I’m sure you can sneak away for a week or two. Let Cherry rub you down, lick up them big balls for you, suck down that dick, and serve you up a platter of this hot ass and juicy pussy—the way you like it, rough and nasty.”

This bitch knows damn well she ain’t suckin’ down no dick, but I let her live in her fantasy. I squeeze my dick. Jerk it in long, deep strokes. I decide to gas her head up even more. “You ain’t never lied, pretty baby. I need to get away in the worst way. I’m sick of bein’ deprived. These lame chicks out here ain’t ridin’ this dick right, and they damn sure don’t know howta treat a muhfucka. You got ’em all beat, baby—hands down.”

I can see her smilin’ through the phone. I can’t front, though. The bitch is right—nice, thick body; pretty face; hot, fat pussy; deep ass. She’s the total package. And, at thirty-five, she’s makin’ power moves and really doin’ big things. The only problem is she got a forehead bigger than Vivica Fox’s, and the bitch is baldin’. All she rocks are weaves and wigs. And a muhfucka like me ain’t wit’ all that extra shit. I mean, it’s cool if you rockin’ it from time to time, but then you rockin’ ya own shit, feel me? You know, let ya muthafuckin’ scalp air out. But a ho who lives and breathes a buncha fake-ass hair, all the time…hmmph, you only good for fuckin’ ’cause I’d never wanna wife ya bald-headed ass. I don’t give a fuck how fine you are. You better take ya ass down to the muthafuckin’ Hair Club and get that shit grafted, or invest in a case of Rogaine.

“Good, that’s what I wanna hear. I don’t need to be trying to compete for any of your attention.”

“Nah, baby, it’s all you. There’s no competition. When I’m wit’ you, you have my undivided attention.” My focus is right on ya muthafuckin’ bank book. “I’ve been missin’ you, Boo.”

“You gotta sista over here blushing,” she says. “I’ve been missing you, too. Baby, you just don’t know. My whole body aches for you. I haven’t been fucked right since the last time you were here.”

“Me either, baby. I’m so ready to bust this nut,” I tell her, pumpin’ my dick in and outta my hand, fast and furious. “I wanna put this big dick all up in you bad, baby.” I scoop some Vaseline into my hand, then smear it all over the head and shaft of my dick. I feel like nuttin’ so I decide to speed jerk a hot one out.

She moans. “You’re makin’ my pussy wet talkin’ like that.”

“Yeah, baby, just how I like it. You got that big, wet pussy… mmmm.”

“Why you teasing me? Do you know how horny I am?”

“Yeah, baby, I know…ah, shit…” I pinch my left nipple. “Aah, fuck, baby…”

She laughs. “OhmyGod, how you gonna jerk off and not let me get off, too?”

“Sorry, babe. I couldn’t help myself. You know anytime I hear your voice, I brick up. You make me horny as hell. Oh, shit…I’m gettin’ ready to spit this nut.”

She moans again. “Oooh, I wish I was there, or you were here, so I could catch that hot, gooey cum in my mouth.”

“Damn, baby…you gonna let me smear this nut on ya tongue?”

“Mmm-hmm…”

The head of my dick swells as my nut rises. “Open ya mouth, baby…catch daddy’s nut…you ready?”

“Yessssssssss, baaaaaby, yesssssssss…”

“Here it comes…mmmph…aaah, shit…I cummin’…Aaaah, aaaah…” I cup my heavy balls, pull ’em, then bust my nut. It spurts out, shoots up in the air, then lands all over my stomach and chest. I keep strokin’ it, milkin’ the rest of this nut outta it. “Aaah, fuck…mmmph…” I rub my nut into my skin, wishin’ I woulda had someone here to feed it to instead of wastin’ it all on me. I smell my fingers, gettin’ up from the sofa to wash my hands in the bathroom. While at the sink, I stare at myself in the mirror, flexin’ my chest and stomach muscles. I gotta hit the gym later today, I think, dryin’ my hands. I shut off the water, then go into the kitchen, pullin’ out a stool and takin’ a seat at the counter. I shuffle through the stack of mail. Mostly junk, but a few bills. I make a note to pay my cable and water bills, then toss the shit back on the counter.

“I’m glad you got yours. Now when are you coming here so I can get mine? And how long can you stay? And, please don’t tell me only for the weekend. I want you here for at least a week, two if possible. And you know I always make it worth your while.”