Daddy Next Door

by Tina Lee

  I blushed. How could I not. He had a way of melting me into puddles.

  A white man dressed in a business suit walked over to the table and whispered something into my man’s ear. “Aight.” Jamal responded.

  He kissed me. “I’ll be right back.” He took out two stack of dollar bills, one for me and the other for Shaniqua. He called over some strippers and told them to entertain us while he was away. He then followed the white man off into the crowd.

  The strippers came over and danced on us, gyrating their hips to the rhythm of the beat. Their ass bounce up and down, waves ripple across the surface of their cheeks, causing it to clap and exposing their butthole.

  We threw our dollar bills on them without hold back, showering them with money and making their night. They kiss each other for our pleasure, and the men around our table were pleased. For their final act, they bury their faces in our cunts, biting my jeans and flicking their pierced tongue.

  They scrape up their cash on the floor in bags. One of the men at our table went off around the back with two of them, and they gladly followed.

  People walking by our table politely nodded at me because they knew who this table belonged to, and I’m guessing they knew who I was. I took my third glass of champagne and leaned into the seat. Never had I felt this much respect. This must be what a Queen felt like.

  Chapter Four

  I was woken up by a tingling feeling on my ear. With my eyes still closed, I felt around only to find Jamal phone vibrating against my ear. I knew I shouldn’t have, afterall, Jamal would never check my phone, that was how much he trusted me, but I couldn’t help it.

  I took a peek at his phone and realized he had received a new message from ‘B.’ It read, I loved that dick lastnight. My eyes widened and my sleepiness left with that sentence. I quickly placed the phone where I found it and closed my eyes.

  I wasn’t the jealous type, or so I thought. I mean, I knew Jamal was fucking other women. He’s the king of this city. Women will throw their pussy at him, and at the end of the day, he was only a man. So him having other side women came as no surprised.

  I guess my mistake was looking at that message, that way, I didn’t have face it. Seeing another girl lusting after his cock got me angry like I could kill that bitch. I’m not afraid to fight for my man. I grew up around two older brothers and had to fight all through my childhood.

  A bitch doesn’t scare me. Calm down. I told myself. It was silly to be angry. I am the queen of this city. I knew this. The city knew this. And whoever she was, I had no doubt that she knew too.

  I turned and watched him sleep as dawn came upon us. His morning wood bulge out of his boxer. His chest rose then fell. I wondered if he truly meant what he said about marrying me and having kids. I kissed his lips and snuggled with him. He was my man, and I had nothing to fear.

  Chapter Five

  Whistles and jeers and laughter erupted from the benches. One of Jamal’s teammate had just scored a far three pointer. Shaniqua and I watched the men played Basketball on the outside court. Community members all gathered around to watch the gang most of them feared acting like regular human beings.

  Jamal was an excellent Basketball player. He grew up in a dysfunctional home. His father was never around, and up to this day, everyone is forbidden of using his last name. His mother worked double shifts and was hardly ever around, so he had to learn how to go through life by himself. On nights when it all got too heavy for young Jamal to handle, he turned to basketball. Playing until late hours of the night. That’s how he bonded with his seniors and learned from them and eventually earned their respect. He was a man of the people and the streets. He knew what it was like to suffer. And in his words, ‘Every nigga gotta dream.’

  I loved watching Jamal focused and sweaty. He was a gritty player. Never afraid of a tackle or to take on his opponents. He dribbled the ball with confidence and shoots with perfect form. I could watch him all day.

  “Jamal has a side chick.” I told Shaniqua.

  “Which man doesn’t?”

  “I know. But I don’t know how to feel about it. Scratch that. I do know how I feel.”

  “Do you know who it is?”

  “No. He named her in his phone as ‘B.’”

  “Then, you’re sharing that dick with B.”

  “I don’t even want to know who it is. I’ll go crazy.”

  Shaniqua laughed. “I’m trying to imagine you getting all bad bitch.”

  “Trust me. You don’t want to see that.”

  “Well, you know I got you. Just say the word and I’ll fight a bitch.” Shaniqua said firmly.

  “I know you have my back.”

  We watched the men run and roar as they made the decisive points. They crowd all stood and cheers and chanted. And without doubt, my daddy’s team won.

  Chapter Six

  I made fry chicken with corn and mash potatoes. Just as how he liked it. I tasted it first and I licked my fingers. Jamal was in the living room watching TV. He loved the The Wire and would watch old reruns. I needed him to taste this. I knew he would be impressed, and I loved impressing daddy.

  Upon entering the living room, I overheard him speaking on the phone. I paused and eavesdropped on his conversation.

  He chuckled. “You want this big dick?” He grabbed his crotched. “You can’t handle this…” “…I’ll be there soon.”

  I turned around and went back to the kitchen, trying my best not to throw the plate into the fucking wall.

  He walked into the kitchen. “Baby that smells nice.” He walked up and hugged me from behind. “When I get back I want you serve me a dish full. Aight?”

  “Okay daddy. Where are you going?”

  “I’m gon’ do some business.”

  “Okay. “

  He kissed me and left to fuck his side bitch.

  I jumped in a cab and told him to follow Jamal’s van. The cab driver was skeptic at first but in the end, money talks. He kept a safe distance of about two cars behind. Jamal would suspect nothing.

  Maybe I was going too far here. Maybe I should tell the cab to turn around and bring me home. Maybe I should have, but that was not what I did.

  I didn’t know what was my plan once I found where he was going. Confronting him would be a terrible idea, and I’d only come off as a crazy bitch. The way how I saw it, why deny what I am? I am a crazy fucking bitch. I am his crazy fucking bitch. Most of all, I wanted to see her, so I could kill her.

  Chapter Seven

  The cab stopped outside the house. Jamal had parked and already went inside. I waited until I was sure they had already started doing what he came to do. My heart was racing. Often times we seek answers we really don’t want the answers to, but we can’t stop ourselves from finding out the truth.

  I was ready. I got out of the cab and walked up to the door where I paused, took a deep breath and opened it. At first, it seemed like no one else was here, but then, I heard moans coming from a room around the back.

  With each step closer to the room, I could my heartbeat getting louder, thumping out of my chest. This was it. I pushed the room door open.

  And there he was, gripping another woman and fucking her brains out, but what got me even more furious was who he was fucking.

  “Shaniqua! You back stabbing bitch!”

  She screamed and jumped of Jamal’s dick.

  “What the fuck is going on here? Where did you come from?” Jamal face is puzzled.

  “Imma kill you you, bitch!” I could not contain my anger anymore. I charged at her and grabbed her hair and slapped her across the face. She tussled and swung me around and we fell on the bed. I climbed on top of her and that point there was no way she could escape.

  “You fucking Snake. I trusted you.” I pulled on her hair harder and slapped her like the bitch she was. She was my bitch now.

  “Enough!” Jamal pulled me off her. “Have you lost your fucking mind, woman?” His eyes were burning with rage, It was so intense that
I had to look to the floor.

  “What are you doing with her?” I nervously asked.

  “What does it look like? I was fucking her until you came barging in like a fuckin’ SWAT Team. This ain’t non of your business. The bitches I fuck ain’t non of your business.”

  He was right. I knew what I had gotten into when I first dated Jamal. There would always be sidechicks, and I thought I had accepted that, until the jealousy took over me. “I’m sorry daddy. I overreacted.”

  “Don’t ever do shit like that again, or else it ain’t gon’ end well. You feel me?”

  “Yes daddy.”

  “Now go kiss and make up.”

  I looked at Shaniqua. “I’m sorry.”

  “That’s not what I said. I said kiss and make up.”

  “You mean actually—”

  He nodded.

  In her eyes were fear. Fear that I would slap and go crazy again. I held her face gently and pulled it closer to mine until our lips met. I calmed her trembling lips and soon she was returning my kiss, clashing her tongue against mine and sucking on my lip. Every time I tried to stop she would pull me into a deeper kiss, exploring me.

  I was breathing heavily and already moist. I finally break free from her juicy lips.

  “That’s what I like to see. It’s all love.” He walked up to us, grabbed my face and kissed me, then grabbed her face and kissed her, then grabbed both our faces and made us kiss. He wiped saliva on his hand and rubbed the head of his cock.

  “Baby, you ready for more?” Shaniqua said.

  “Damn right I am.”

  Shaniqua arched her back for him. He held her nice ass firm and slammed his cock into her wet pussy.

  I was the odd one out with being fully dressed. If he wanted to take advantage of Shaniqua, then I might as well too. We would both share her. She would be both our side bitch. I stripped myself naked and quickly began to rub my aching clit. Shaniqua had riled me up with passionate kisses and now I was in need of a release.

  Shaniqua scream as Jamal fat cock thrust into her pussy. She clung to the sheets as her pussy was hit with a barrage of his heavy pounding. Jamal took control of one end, and I was about to take control of the other. I spread my legs wide in front of her, and without saying a word, her mouth latched on to my clit. Fuck. She was such a good little bitch.

  She was getting fucked and was sucking at the same god damn time. I gripped her hair like the little bitch she was and buried her face in my pussy. I was going to suffocate her. She tried to pull her head away. I slapped her in the face. “Eat.” I tell her, and she sucked and slurped. This was exactly what my clit needed. Her warm tongue flicking and sliding all over my soaking pussy was driving me wild. She knew how to use that tongue.

  Jamal looked me in the eye while jackhammering her from behind. It was crazy to think that I was turned on watching him fuck another woman but I was. A black man’s strength was something to behold. They were kings with bodies made of steel. They were fierce, and hungry for power.

  I start grinding against Shaniqua’s face and that bitch loved it. And my daddy loved it too. After waves and waves of cumming on Shaniqua’s face, I had had enough. I wanted daddy’s dick in me.

  “Come daddy. Come fuck this pussy. Its all yours.”

  He slid out of Shaniqua and I could hear her whimper as his big dick left her pussy. Shaniqua crashed on the bed as her whole body went weak. She couldn’t handle Jamal’s big dick. It was too much for her.

  I pushed Jamal down and got on top of him, feeling his fat nine inch cock deep inside of me. I grind my hips, feeling every inch of his meat, and rubbing him against my g-spot. I twerked on his cock, bouncing my ass up and down his shaft, while my juice leak down his balls. “Damn girl. Yeah baby. Do it just like that.” Jamal laid back and let me do all the work.

  I squeezed my breast and bounced on daddy. Sucking on my own tits gave me such pleasure. I watched his face while I rode him cowgirl style, handling his big dick like the bad bitch I was. “You like that baby?” I moaned as his dick was deep in my guts.

  Suddenly, I felt his strong hands gripped my body and spun me around into missionary, with my baby firm between my thighs. I felt his big strong black body pressed against mine, fucking me hard and shaking my whole body. “Yes. Fuck me baby.” I moaned into his ear.

  The pressure of his penetration was so intense, i couldn't resist squirming beneath him to aid the attempt. Nodding shakily beneath him, i gripped his shoulders and said in a trembling voice, “I love your big black cock.”

  My whole body felt electric as jolts of pleasure went through me. Jamal’s slow hard strokes made me cum over and over, squirting all over his vein filled cock.

  Shaniqua watched in amazement as I took every inch of his massive manhood and begged for more hard fuck. “Come over here!” I ordered my little bitch. “Spread that pussy.” And she did just that. I ate her luscious black pussy while my black stallion was preparing to blow his load in me. His two bitches, together and happy, my King was pleased.

  “Fuck me baby! Give me all of that juice!” I begged as I sucked on Shaniqua clit. Then I had a better idea, “Cum in my ass baby.”

  Jamal grinned, then immediately took his cock from my pussy and slid it in my ass. “Holy fuck!” I screamed as his thick cock pushed deep into my ass. He wasted no time being gentle. He was ramming his cock in my ass and making me squirt even more. I rubbed my clit and screamed from the immense pleasure. “Oh my goood.” I moaned.

  I could feel him tensing and going crazy like a wild beast. He gripped me firm and drilled my ass. His cock began to jerk and he knew he couldn't hold it in any longer. I screamed as I anticipated his warm cum. He squeezed my tits and forced his cum deep in my ass. My asshole milked his manhood of every last drop as i trembled and spasmed beneath him. And just when I thought everything was over, Shaniqua had a gushing orgasm, she held my mouth to her pussy and gave me all her juice.

  My ass was full to the brim with Jamal’s cum. My ass was leaking, but it would be ashame to let it waste. “Lick my asshole.” I told Shaniqua and she quickly obeyed. He tongue played with my stretched anus and she licked up all the cum. She was proving to be an obedient bitch after all. I was thinking about keeping her.

  We all laid on the bed, the sheets soaked with cum and sweat. Both my holes were stretched and I felt amazing. Daddy took care of me. Jamal’s big black dick was my best friend. I gave it a gentle kiss then took it all in my mouth. I wanted any remaining cum he had left. I stuff his black cock in until it reached my throat. My eyes watered and I felt like gagging but soon my throat adjusted and I let him face fuck me. I move to his sensitive balls next. Just caressing them and massaging his sack with my tongue. I smiled. He loved that.

  “What are you looking at?” I asked Shaniqua. “Come here and suck his cock.” She sucked his cock and I had the balls. Soon enough we were both sucking his cock. My daddy’s two bitches. We managed to make him cum again and we both shared it.

  Finally, I was satisfied. We all took a shower together and we all got along pretty good after that. It was true what they said; once you go black, you never go back.

  My Strict Boss

  Coming into work on Friday morning was the worst thing ever. I had spent all Thursday out partying with some friends from the office; we had heard about a new karaoke bar in town and decided why not? As you can imagine however, in order to be completely comfortable with singing in front of a bar full of strangers we all ended up very drunk – hence the pounding headache and the room spinning hangover I had that Friday morning.

  Crawling up the stairs and sitting down at my desk I let out a sigh. At least I would only be here for a few hours and then I could go home and just curl up on the sofa. It was only once I had switched on my computer and checked my emails that I remembered the project I had due for that morning. Right at the top of my inbox, flagged as urgent, was an email from my boss. The subject line was precise and to the point. It simply said ‘LATE’ in big re
d letters and it made my stomach sink even lower and twist even harder inside me. I really did think I was going to vomit now. This was a big project and for the first time, I was in charge of it. I had practically gotten on my knees and begged to be project manager. But I had messed up and I was never going to be trusted again.

  Our boss was a scary woman, I think she was extra intimidating because she knew she was a woman in a male dominated world and so she exuded a lot of power in order to combat this. Her hair was always tied up in a high bun, or a pony tail. She either wore dark eye make-up or had bold red lipstick on. It made her features sharper and exaggerated the bright blue in her eyes, the curve of her lips, her sharp defined cheekbones. She was menacing, but she was also incredibly beautiful, and as much as she tried to hide her feminine features or to make them more subdued, she couldn’t. She always looked stunningly fierce.

  The content of the email purely stated that my project was not complete and that I would need to go to the head office to speak to Vanessa personally. There were rumors around the office about going into Vanessa’s office for a private meeting with the boss. Basically, when someone was summoned in there personally, they only ever came out crying, they were always fired. Vanessa didn’t waste her time with people who couldn’t do their job, so as soon as you slipped up, you were out.

  I got up, running my hands down over my pencil skirt, trying to press out any crumpled bits, quickly looking at my face in my pocket mirror, I checked that I didn’t look too terrible and then began the daunting walk to Vanessa’s office. Catching glimpses of my colleagues’ pitiful faces I knew this was going to be embarrassing. I reached the door and knocked, I did it a little too softly and then tried again, feeling ever more stupid and awkward.

  “Enter!” Vanessa’s voice came loudly from the other side of the door.