Daddy Long Stroke

She sucks her teeth. I smile, knowin’ that’s not what she wants. As usual, I flip the script. “You’re missing the point, Alex. I don’t want the money. If you need something, I told you, I got you. I just don’t want you lying to me, or taking money from me to sponsor any of ya excursions to fuck some other bitch, that’s all.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah…I hear you.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, nothing, nigga. I’m dead-ass.”

“Listen, I’m not tryna hear all that, right now. I want some pussy.”

“Then come get it, muhfucka.”

I grin. “I’m on my way.”

An hour later, I’m at Akina’s spot. I have her on her back wit’ her legs bent and spread open, and my face is buried between her silky, caramel-colored legs. I’m suckin’ and lickin’ and slurpin’ the fuck outta her fat, juicy-ass pussy. On some real shit, if I was into bustin’ down a bitch raw, I would paint my nut all up in her suga walls. When I tell you this ho gotta pretty pussy…man, listen, she got that goody-good-thang-thang, word up. She got the kinda pussy that should be molded and sold to muhfuckas. It’s a perfect heart-shaped pussy wit’ full, pouty outer lips. And her inner pussy lips don’t droop or hang, like a buncha flappin’ skin. I hate nuthin’ more than lookin’ at an ugly-ass pussy. All stretched and weathered and worn the fuck out, lookin’ like it’s been beat up and fisted by King Kong. That shit’s disgustin’, feel me?

She moans.

I rapidly wiggle my tongue from side to side, then flap it up and down against her clit before slidin’ it into her juicy pussy. She arches her back, clutches the sheets. “Oh, yes…aaah… oooh…Alex, baby…mmmm…”

She squirms, thrusts her hips. “Oooh…ooooooh…Oh, God… uh…mmmmph…oh, yes…oooh. Damn, this bitch got some good-ass pussy. I stick my tongue in between the crevices of her lips and pussy, leavin’ no part of its fleshiness untouched. Her breath quickens. She thrashes her head from side to side. “Oh, God…stop teasin’ me…put your tongue in me.…Eat my pussy, baby…”

I change the pressure my tongue delivers to her clit. Go from light, feathery tongue strokes to heavy, deep tongue strokes. I alternate from short tongue strokes to long, fast licks. I use the front of my tongue, then the backside of it. I slurp her, swallow her, then suck her. Allow her fountain to overflow into my mouth. I bring her different sensations by strokin’ her wit’ my tongue pointed out and curled at the tip to focus on one spot, then flatten it to stroke more area. I zig-zag my tongue, lickin’ back ’n forth, then swirl it all ’round her pussy. My left hand wanders over her body, squeezin’ and kneadin’ her titties and nipples. Wit’ my right hand, I slip two fingers into her bubblin’ pussy, search for her hot spot. When I find it, I massage it, stokin’ her fire. I take another finger, and slowly push it into her ass.

I continue suckin’, lickin, slurpin’ her ’til she nuts again. When her body finally stops shakin’, I come up for air. Her eyes are closed, her hair tossed all over her head. She slowly opens her eyes, looks ’round the room as if she’s dazed, then blinks. She blinks again. Lifts her head and looks down at me.

I grin, lickin’ my pussy-stained lips. “You liked that shit, didn’t you?”

She moans, spreadin’ her legs wide as I roll on a Magnum, then climb up over her. I take her right titty in my mouth and suck; then her left, swirlin’ my tongue over and ’round her nipples. I place soft kisses up and down her neck. “Well, baby,” I tell her. “That was only the appetizer.”

“Oh yeah,” she says, grinnin’. “Then what’s the main course?”

I lift her legs up over my shoulders. “This big-ass dick,” I whisper into her ear while pushin’ the head of it into her slippery slit, stretchin’ the mouth of her pussy. She gasps, then lets out a series of moans as I pump this dick up in her. I slow-fuck her ’til her eyes roll up in the back of her head, her lips quiver, and the tears start to fall.

18

Yo, check this shit out. By now, it shouldn’t be no muthafuckin’ surprise to anyone, and it damn sure ain’t no big secret—but for me, sex is what it is: sweaty, animalistic, no-strings fuckin’. There are no emotions, no expectations, and no muthafuckin’ promises. My only mission is to give a broad exactly what she’s been cravin’: A nigga wit’ good dick; a muhfucka who knows howta heat the pussy up, and beat the pussy up. And nine-times-outta-ten, when I’m done deliverin’, she’s gonna be checkin’ for a muhfucka like me to come through and rock her box all over again. But if her ass is silly enough to start dreamin’ of some kinda happy-ever-after, where a muhfucka like me is gonna fall for her ass or make her wifey, then she’s in for a damn nightmare full of heartache and disappointment. It ain’t gonna happen.