by Sa'id Salaam
"Ok, you say you only have fifteen to put down so you will need five more. Then the second mortgage will be right at about five hundred a month." He explained, setting the stage. “I can take care of both of those if you take care of me.”
“Go to www. AJTheBomb.com.” I said real business like. The same tone he used on me.
“That’s where you make your appointments and payments. I get an email alert once the transaction goes through. In return for the initial payment of five thousand you will get three visits and that is a discount. Since you’re so good at math you know the second mortgage payment wouldn’t get in the door, but the rates are posted on the site.”
I got up and walked out the office. I prayed I didn’t come off too strong and fuck up, but I peeked back and saw his eyes glued to my ass. I used ‘my nasty’ walk too. The one that says, “This pussy good!” with every step. I got home and checked my computer and guess what? “YOU HAVE MAIL.” Mr. Smith made a payment and set his appointment for nine o’clock that same night. That was over a year ago and come nine o’clock every other Wednesday he’s at my door.
He pays well in more ways than one. First he gives me fifteen hundred a pop! Then the sex is outrageous! His one stipulation is that he not be treated like a trick. So I treat him like my man. I act like I love him. Fuck him, suck him whatever he wants, funny part is all that pretending and I started feeling that shit for real. I’m feeling that man for real! He’s the only one I let fuck me without a condom. Only one who gets to cum inside me. We both love it!
Chapter 9
Ok, I promised I was gonna tell y’all about the nigga I let hit for free. Then turned around and gave his rich ass money. Oh my God! I can’t believe I’ma tell you this! Ok.
So y’all already know I love me some D-Lite! Not just his songs or videos but everything. I was slick obsessed with the man. I ain’t just know all the words to every one of his songs, but I could tell you he was born on Christmas day at Harlem hospital, his favorite color is green, favorite food crab legs, everything! Loves head!
Anyway, come to find out dude lived in my same building! Had me playing the lobby stalking his ass! Anytime I just happen to think about him or hear one of his songs, which was all day every day, I would ride the elevator down just hoping to catch a glimpse of the nigga. Yeah right! I was gonna kidnap the nigga if I could, tie him to the poster bed, and feed him crab legs and pussy for the rest of his life. Be on some ‘Misery’ type shit.
Of course anytime you sweat anything the shit gonna come when you least expect it. I was going out to get some ice cream so I wasn’t dressed, dressed; but I was cute. Summer dress and sandals, hair pulled in a ponytail, cute. The elevator door opened and guess who walks in? That’s Right! D-mother fucking Lite! I’m like ‘girl be cool,’ don’t sweat that nigga, just ignore him.
Still, I’m all, “OMG! It’s you!”
“Yeah it’s me, Ma.” He said in that sexy ass voice that makes my pussy tingle every time I hear his songs.
“Heyyy!” I sang, sounding every bit the groupie. “I’m mean hey, how are you? I like your music.”
“Where I know you from?” He said squinting as if making that face would help his memory.
“Um… I think we met at a club. I’m not sure.” I said playing it off.
I remember the date, the time, what he had on, and what color panties he wet up when we met.
“Oh shit!” He laughed snapping his fingers. He pulled out his wallet and fished out my card.
“You’re the chick who gave me my number back! That shit was fly!”
“So why you ain’t call me then? Since it was so fly and all, and you kept my card I see.” I said sounding almost like myself. I still had a lil groupie left in my voice.
“Well, come take a ride.” He said once we reached the garage. "I’m sure a sexy girl like you get plenty. Picture me sweating a chick besides…"
“Okaaay, I sang like a lil ass kid, and followed him to his truck.
“Nice.” I complemented on the canary yellow Range Rover.
“Where we going?” I asked as he navigated through the late night city traffic.
“College Park. I need to check my weed man. You smoke?” He answered and asked with his sexy self.
“No, I don’t smoke, but you can.” I said still sounding silly.
“I can? Thanks that’s nice of you.” He laughed and pushed in the lighter. When it popped out he put it to the end of a tightly rolled blunt. It smelled so good I was inhaling the aroma when he exhaled.
“You ever give head in a Range?” He asked batting those sexy brown eyes at me. And y’all already know about that voice! Mmph!
“Yesss.” I said before I could stop myself, I mean I have but I wasn’t supposed to tell him.
“Um ok, well you ever sucked a rapper’s dick in a Range?” He said narrowing the parameters a little.
“Yessss,” my dumb ass sang again.
The nigga had me fucked up, all honest and shit. I did though a few weeks ago. I was at that rapper Gangster B’s video shoot with my girl, and that nigga was all over me! I guess cause I was the only bitch not sweating him. I mean he cute and all, and I like his music, but I don’t do the groupie thing. Don’t go there, this is D-Lite! Anyway, this nigga all ‘let me hit’ so I say ok gimmee your chain.
“My chain? Fuck outta here! This shit cost like eighty grand!” He said like that was the craziest shit he ever heard, “Fuck I look like?”
So y’all know what I did, walked away! Shit that nigga wanted me. I’m posed to just suck this nigga dick, just like that! Fuck I look like.
“Ok, hold up shorty,” he called out behind me as I switched my ass away from him. “Here! I’ma bout to buy another chain anyway!”
So yeah I gave a rapper some head in a Range Rover.
“Damn ma! Well, was you on 75?” He laughed.
I could only shake my head. I blew dude on this same stretch of highway, not too long ago.
“I’ll do it if you rap for me while I’m doing it.” I stated.
“Bet! Which one of my joints you wanna hear?” He said pulling his pretty dick out.
A lot of dudes got ugly dicks, make you not even wanna touch it let alone suck it. But not D-Lite, his shit was downright beautiful.
It was long with a slight curve to it and had a big pretty head. It looked like a chocolate bar.
“I don’t wanna hear none of your songs.” I said kinda whinny.” I want you to rap to me. Just for me, my own song.”
I took that pretty head in my lips and he started spitting.
“I’m on I-75 with a live chick that I picked up.
Doin’ 75 lyin back getting my dick sucked.
Make me dis my girl cuz you a hard act to follow.
I’m ‘bout to bust a nut I just hope that you swallow.”
He said some more shit but that’s all I remember. I did swallow too. Took all that shit with a loud gulp! That nigga was all over the road.
“Pull over and fuck me.” I begged.
I was so damn horny, my panties was so wet my juice was on his leather seat.
“Where? On the side of the highway.” He asked astounded.
“That shit is so gangsta.”
He crossed all lanes of traffic and stopped. It was gangsta too! We fucked while cars whipped past us. I rode that nigga like a wild bronco! When he told me he was cumming I ain’t even care. Wish this sexy nigga would get me pregnant. I came too, just to get all that shit up in me.
What! Oh please! Most of y’all bitches would’ve done the same thing! A sexy ass millionaire up in them guts raw, and you gonna tell him ‘No! Don’t cum in me!’ Right! Gimmee that shit! All of it!
After we fucked I used my panties to clean him off. He pulled back into highway traffic and resumed our trip. I was just staring at the nigga, all-star struck and shit. That’s when I surprised myself.
“Can I buy your weed? Please!" I begged; imagine that!
A bitch like me begging
to buy a man something! And right after we fucked. Shit, it’s supposed to be the other way around. We fuck, you buy!
“A-yo ma, I smoke exotic herbs.” He said. “My shit be like five hundred an ounce!”
“Just pull to the first ATM you see, I got you. I’ll do anything for you.” I said sounding all thirsty. “Anything!” I said meaning every syllable.
I guess y’all already know what that meant. Yep, I ended up sucking that nigga dick on the way back home.
“You straight? You need anything?” He asked me once we got back to our building.
I started to ask the nigga to marry me, but I just said, “No, I’m cool.”
We ain’t exchange numbers or make plans to see each other again. Just went our separate ways. I may have seen him two or three more times in passing. Always with a different bitch. He’d smile or wink to acknowledge me which was cool. Plus I still got them panties all crusty with his cum. Too funny! I almost framed them shits!