“I don’t know. I guess I’d be too scared to date a gang banger, but if Laine likes it…”
“I get it. I mean, Mischief doesn’t bang as nearly as hard as he used to. Actually, he’s distanced himself a lot. He mainly stays in the studio or spends time with his girl. Some years back, he would be either robbing someone, fighting, selling, or participating in drive bys right now.”
“Damn, I guess he has improved.”
“Yeah, a lot. But I didn’t bring you here to talk about him. I wanna talk about you and me. Us.” I grabbed her soft ass hand, and intertwined it with mine.
“There won’t be an us. I’m not interested in being in a relationship with anybody. It’s honestly no point. People don’t stay together and when they do, it’s because they accept too many of their partner’s flaws.”
“You mad?” I raised a brow and she chuckled.
“No, I’m not mad, I’m just explaining.”
“Aight. Well, I ain’t trying to be in no relationship either. When I said us, I meant being friends and being cool.”
“Like fuck buddies you mean?”
“I like to call it… romantic homies.”
She licked her lips slowly, which instantly had my dick hard, before saying, “Why not.”
An hour and a half later…
As soon as we stepped into my apartment, I locked the door and then scooped Cassie’s fine ass up. Her legs locked around my waist, as I carried her to my bedroom. I dropped her down onto my bed, and when she tried to get up, I gently pushed her back down.
“Don’t move unless I say so,” I ordered as I pulled my shirt and hoodie over my head.
I kicked my shoes off, leaving just my boxers, jeans, and socks on, before standing her up. First I removed her jacket, then her shirt, before I reached around the front of her to remove her jean shorts. She stood there, breathing slowly and quietly as if she were nervous and trying to calm herself. Once I had her bottoms open, I started kissing from the nape of her neck, to her shoulders, and down her sexy back as I removed her shorts. Every moan she let out from the kisses I planted had my dick getting harder and harder.
She stepped out of her shorts once they hit her ankles, and I tossed them to the side before standing back up to unhook her bra. Gripping her titties in my hands, I began sucking her neck from behind, while toying with her nipples. I let my right hand travel down her toned stomach and into her panties, to find she was sopping wet and ready. Fuck, in a minute I was gonna nut just from touching her. I gently toyed with her clit for a few moments, and then eased further down until I felt her opening.
“Ahh,” she whimpered when I plunged two of my fingers inside of her, while using my left hand to continue to grope her breasts that fit perfectly in my palm.
She leaned her head back against my chest, so I continued to suck on her neck while fingering her. I had never felt a pussy so tight yet so wet, which had my dick damn near begging to slide up inside it raw. I switched back and forth between pushing my fingers in and out of her, and sliding them back up to play with her button. After a few moments, her body trembled lightly and she came, chest heaving up and down. I spotted the hickey I left on her neck and smirked, before tossing her back onto my bed.
I started sucking her nipples while cupping her breasts in my hands, as she ran her fingers through my dreads. When I was done, I trailed my tongue down her stomach while removing her black lace panties. I couldn’t get them muthafuckas off fast enough.
I usually didn’t eat the pussy of someone I was calling a fuck buddy, but if I knew the girl was A1, then I’d occasionally indulge. I had come to enjoy hearing Cassie moan and whimper, not to mention a nigga had been fantasizing about tasting her for weeks now, so bon appetit in this bitch.
“M,” she made a short noise when I placed her legs onto my shoulders, and then pressed one thigh into her stomach.
Slipping my fingers back in, I plunged them in and out while flicking my tongue over and sucking her clit. I could hear her breathing pattern speed up and her nails scraping my comforter, as I held down her thigh and feasted. I didn’t think she could get any wetter but she did, and it only made me want more.
“Kordell, please,” she whined.
I ignored her of course, and continued eating her, flicking, sucking, and finger fucking for my life. Her body suddenly got stiff as a stone, before she released so hard I felt the leg that was still on my shoulder shake. I tongue kissed her pussy for a little bit, and then flipped her onto her stomach before she could come back from her orgasm. While watching her ass, I removed my bottoms and grabbed a rubber from my condom drawer. She peeked over her shoulder at me, and I could see in her face that she was already worn out. Shit made me chuckle inside because I was nowhere near done.
Once I had the condom on, I climbed on top of her as she laid on her stomach, and craned my head around to suck on her lips. My hand found its way between her legs, and I just played around in her wetness from behind for a little bit, while kissing her hungrily.
“Put your ass up,” I said, but lifted her by her stomach myself. I only wanted her raised a little, not too much because I was about to fuck the dog shit out of her while keeping her in place in case she was a runner.
I forced my head into her tight hole, and gripped her waist to barge the rest of my way in. She called out once she hit the base of my dick, so I leaned down and started sucking her shoulders as I pounded her pussy from the back.
“Ahh, ahhh,” she whimpered.
“Damn, you feel good as fuck,” I groaned against her ear as I pummeled her from behind.
Pinning her hands to the bed, I leaned down on them with my weight a little bit so she wouldn’t move, and went ham. The sound of our skin slapping together, in combination with seeing her smooth round ass bounce had me on the verge of busting. I had to close my eyes for a second, but that didn’t help too much because she was wet as hell and choking my dick.
“I’m cumming, oh my gosh,” she shrieked, gushing on my pole and driving me crazy.
I turned her to the side and gripped her thighs before beating it up. I liked seeing her face twist all up as she cried out. I leaned down to suck on her nipples for a bit while still drilling her, and when I felt myself about to nut, I began sucking her lips. I knew I was almost there, so I began fucking her even harder, making the sound of our skin colliding become even louder.
“Oh shit, oh fuckin’ shit,” I growled, feeling the best nut of my life rising. Almost called her a bitch.
She moaned like I was killing her, and before I knew it, I was cumming all inside of the condom. My fucking knees buckled because I’d never cum that hard in my damn life, so I collapsed on her.
When I finally caught my breath, I sat up and slid out of her slowly.
“Why are you looking at me like you’ve seen a ghost?” she quizzed, still panting.
I just shook my head and left my bedroom to get rid of the condom. That was definitely one of the wettest pussies I had ever encountered. Cassie and I were about to be best fucking friends. Only thing was, I didn’t know if I wanted to share that shit.
Mischief
Lying to your homie, man I thought I was your homie? But your ass is phony. I’m cool by my lonely. I don't need no friends. All I need is bands…
My brothers, cousin, and I were inside of Ace of Diamonds; one of my favorite places. All the strippers here, well most, were fine as fuck. Not just pretty, fine as hell. It was rare as a muthafucka to see an ugly bitch stripping at Ace. That’s probably why a celebrity or three was always up in here, throwing racks of cash.
Currently, two thick bitches were on stage at the moment, dancing to “No No No” by O.T. Genasis, as money rained down on them. There was nothing like the strip club. What nigga didn’t love to see half naked bitches shaking their asses and showing pussy? I know I enjoyed it… maybe a little too much.
I nodded my head to say what’s up to one of the girls who walked by our VIP area, smiling at me. She asked if
she could come up in our section and I nodded.
I knew when we walked in this bitch that I shouldn’t have come, but I wasn’t about to completely change my lifestyle because I had a girl. To add to the fact that my spirit was too weak to be here, Kordell, Ishmael, and I had all gotten high as fuck in the parking lot. Chaz of course only hit the weed a few times and bowed out. Anyway, take my advice, never smoke a fatty and pop a pill together. I was twisted, but feeling good as shit.
“Hey,” the stripper walked up to me, massaging my shoulder as the music blasted over the wild club.
“Barking up the wrong tree, baby.”
“What you mean?” she giggled, biting her lip.
“Y’all be in here looking for sucka ass niggas to game up and take their bread. Shit ain’t happening with me, so you might as well hit up another area.”
I took a sip of my beer as I watched Kordell mack on some stripper up against the railing of our area. I know we were in a strip club, but my little brother could find a bitch to fuck at Morehouse College. He’d always been that way.
“Not even. I came over here because I like you, Mischief.”
“You know me?”
“Yes I know you. Not too many girls in Los Angeles that don’t, Mr. Producer. I heard Skido’s song on the radio the other day. You produced that, right?” she smiled, taking a seat in my lap.
Ever since that nigga Skido got radio play, it seemed like my name had gotten bigger. I’d always been pretty well known because of my father, and then because I started making music and DJ’ing, but now it was even crazier for me. I had more pussy shots in my DM, and trust, I already had a lot, and more people trying to get me to do their songs. It felt good to hear my work on the radio though, because I’d been working hard as hell to get to this point.
“Yeah, I did,” I finally replied.
“So what’s up, can I give you a free private dance? Think of it as a gift,” she licked her lips. My eyes fell from hers and scanned her body.
Smooth light skin, pretty green eyes, thick thighs, and big sexy lips. I was way too fucked up to be in this predicament.
“Man, I don’t know about that shit.”
“I’m about to make a phone call, I’ll be right back.” Chaz got up from his seat and walked off.
Ishmael smiled and nodded, telling me to go for it, but I was still conflicted. True enough, Laine would never find out, and I wouldn’t get more than some head from whatever this bitch’s name was, but damn.
“Come on!” she hopped up and started trying to pull me from the seat.
I stood up and let her lead me somewhere to the back. It wasn’t a private room, just more like a secluded area that I’m sure customers weren’t supposed to be at. I sat down in the chair because I was getting lightheaded as hell from all the drink and weed I had, plus that molly.
“You are so fine, Mischief,” she commented.
“What’s your name again?”
“Liberty, but here I’m Lovely.” She straddled my lap and took my hat off.
As she unbuckled my pants, she smiled, showing her deep ass dimples. She was beautiful for sure, and didn’t need to be doing what she was doing.
“Aye, I need you to listen for a second.” I moved her hands from being down my boxers. “I got a girl, and I care about her a lot so this shit can’t leave this room, aight?”
Her smile faded as soon as I said I had a girl, but she nodded to say ‘okay’.
My hands began groping her thighs and ass, as I kissed on her collarbone. She smelled good even though she’d danced her set already. I reached down in my pocket to grab my wallet that held a condom, and after I retrieved it I put my shit back up.
Once I slid the condom on, she pushed her panties to the side and I guided her down on my dick. She was tight, which was unexpected. Whimpering, she wrapped her arm around my neck and sat paralyzed on my pole. After just a few short moments, she came from me sitting inside. Realizing she couldn’t quite take the dick yet, I placed her legs over my forearms, and started moving her up and down myself.
“Oh, oh my gosh,” she cried, nibbling on her lip as she looked at me like she was about to cry, hand gripping my shoulder.
Once her pussy started to accept me some more, I began beating it up. She grasped my shoulders tighter as she creamed, making the sound of me plunging inside of her louder. I sped up, pulverizing her pussy until I filled the condom up, and once I did I felt like shit.
This was exactly why I didn’t want to be with Laine, because I predicted this shit right here. Call it immature if you want, but I liked new pussy, and sometimes it was hard as hell to control my craving. I’d gone cold turkey when I made Laine my girl, and now I’d crashed.
“Get up,” I panted, letting her legs down.
She climbed off of me and got onto the floor. I could see her legs physically trembling as she breathed heavily. Standing up, I removed the condom and stuffed my dick back into my boxers before grabbing my hat. I needed a shower ASAP because I felt dirty as fuck, mentally and physically. I was upset at the fact that I’d lost control and cheated, and also mad that Liberty’s pussy was good than a muthafucka.
“Can we spend the night together?” she asked as I scanned the room for a trashcan. When I spotted it, I walked over to toss the condom.
“Fuck did I just tell you before we did this shit? I said I had a bitch, so that means it won’t be none of that. We can fuck here and there, but that’s it. If you don’t want that, you don’t have to deal with it.”
She nodded and rose to her feet.
“My number?”
“Aight.” I pulled my phone out. What the fuck was I doing? I typed in her number, stored it, and texted her so she’d have mine, before pocketing my device. “I’ll get at you later.” I kissed her cheek and then went to the bathroom to clean my hands and wipe my phone down.
When I left out of the establishment, I saw Chaz but no Ishmael or Kordell.
“Nigga, I’ve been looking for yo’ ass!” Chaz hissed.
“My bad. Where are them niggas at?”
“Kordell left with some bitch, and Ishmael is gonna stay a little longer. I’m leaving though so if you’re coming with me, let’s go.”
I followed Chaz to his car and got inside. He reversed quickly as fuck, and peeled out on two wheels damn near. I knew he was upset about something because Chaz was usually pretty laid back.
“You good?” I asked, hands in the pocket of my jacket with my head leaning on the window.
“Jade is pregnant.”
“For real? I thought you wanted a kid, nigga. It seems like you’re upset about the shit.”
“Because I am.” He kept his eyes on the road.
“Why? You wanted a baby and now your wife is pregnant.”
He chuckled angrily as he made a right turn.
“I’m upset because I’m unhappy in my marriage and you already knew that, so don’t ask me why I’m upset about her being pregnant.”
“I understand you’re angry right now, but you know better than anybody else that I don’t take kindly to niggas coming at me sideways, brother or not. So if you gon’ continue to speak to me foul, then we both just need to be quiet ‘fore some shit pop off.”
“I just… fuck!” He hit the steering wheel.
The car got quiet again as he hopped onto the freeway, headed towards my crib. After about five minutes of pure silence and me getting wrapped up in my thoughts, I decided to speak.
“I fucked that girl.”
“What girl?” I saw him glance at me from the corner of his eye.
“That pretty stripper that was on me.”
“Awww man, come on. Fuck is you doing, Shai? A stripper? You couldn’t find a bitch who at least worked a job that required she be fully clothed?”
“I know, but damn. This shit is hard for me, man. And the worst part of all of this is that I wanna fuck her again.”
“You have to be the dumbest nigga,” he laughed and so did I, before sni
ffling since it was kind of cold. “You gotta grow up, Shai. Seriously. It’s hard as hell to find a woman who ain’t trying to snake you, especially us. Most of these hoes don’t want shit from you, but to say they fucked Mischief the producer.”
“Trust me, bro, I know this shit already. I just love women, and I love pussy. I’m tired of the hoes but my dick is still into ‘em. Right now, I don’t think it’s best for me to be in a relationship.” I stared out the window that my head was leaning up against. “I care about Laine, shit, I may love her, and I can’t fuck around on her like this.”
“So what you saying, you’re gonna dump her?”
“Yeah.”
“And then when you realize you made a mistake and she got a new nigga, then what? You don’ already fucked her over once, you think she gon’ take yo’ ass back if you do it again?”
“So you telling me to stay with her and cheat when I feel like it?” I finally looked his way and saw him suck his teeth with an irritated expression.
“I’m telling you to grow the fuck up and resist temptation. However, if you honestly believe your life would be better without Laine, then by all means break up with her.”
“Not better, but easier. I would go back to being single and smashing whoever when I wanted to. I don’t like this feeling and I don’t like not being able to fuck these hoes when I want.”
I burst into laughter because I’d purposely said the last part to annoy his old faithful ass.
“Yo’ life my nigga.”
“Her pussy was so good, bruh. Fuck,” I chuckled, and so did he as he shook his head. “I know I’m gon’ fuck again. But damn, Laine’s is bomb too and she tastes good.” I licked my lips thinking about eating my girl.
I wasn’t sure if I wanted to let that go. Some days my dick craved her specifically, and what would I do then? And what would I do on the days when I looked forward to seeing her, kissing her, or missed laying up with her pretty ass? Plus, I wasn’t sure if I could stomach her being with some other dude. Just the mere thought of another nigga fucking her the way I fucked her infuriated me.
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