The Kat Trap

by Cairo

  Eight p.m., I was knockin’ on my target’s door wearin’ a black car coat, a matchin’ cap, and black spiked, knee-high boots. I scanned the area to make sure the coast was clear. I was glad no one was around to see me at his door. Besides, I couldn’t have a picked a better night to get at him. The hotel was havin’ some kinda blues concert on the grounds, so the music was loud and most of the guests were there. He opened the door, and I quickly stepped in.

  “Hello, beautiful,” he said, closin’ the door behind him. “I’m glad you came. I was hoping you weren’t gonna stand me up.”

  I set my bag on the wooden desk. “I’m a woman of my word,” I said, unsnappin’ my coat, then lettin’ it hit the floor. Underneath, I had on a sheer black teddy. “And I never turn down the opportunity to suck on a big chocolate dick. You do have a big dick, don’t you, daddy?”

  He smiled, openin’ his white terrycloth robe. “I sure do,” he said, pullin’ it outta his striped boxers.

  Mmmm, it was thick; even soft. And the dick was cut! My mouth watered. “Then come on over to Momma and let me wrap my soft lips ’round it, while I play in my hot pussy. I hope you can nut more than once, baby, ’cause tonight I’ma show you how a young chick does it.”

  “I’m sure I can manage. It’s been a long time since I’ve had some young, tight pussy.”

  “Then tonight is ya lucky night.” Muhfucka, I thought to myself. “Now come give me that big dick.”

  “Damn, baby, I see you don’t waste any time.”

  “Why should I?” I asked, walkin’ over to his patio and lookin’ out. He had a beautiful view of the hotel’s tropical garden. Humph. I woulda loved fuckin’ his ass under one of them palm trees. Oh, well. I turned back around to face him. “We’re all on borrowed time. And I don’t have any of it to waste. So I wanna get it all in while I can. Now stop with all the extras and bring that fat, black dick over here so I can wet it up for ya.”

  “And you’re demanding,” he commented, grinnin’. “I like that.” He turned off the hall light, leavin’ the bathroom light on, slowly makin’ his way toward me.

  As he walked over to me, I noticed the nigga was slightly bow-legged. And his thighs were muscular. For an old dude, the muhfucka had a nice, strong body. I pinched my nipples, then ran my hand across my pussy. The minute he walked up on me, I dropped down to my knees and snatched his boxers down, where they stayed wrapped around his ankles as I took his soft dick into my mouth, slowly suckin’ and kissin’ and lickin’ all over it, twirlin’ my tongue ’round the head until it started to get thicker and longer.

  “Aaaah, shit. Damn, you know how to suck some dick,” he said, dippin’ at the knees. I lifted up his balls and started suckin’ and lickin’ on ’em while usin’ my soft hands to jack off his dick. “Damn, girl! Oh, shit…you tryna make me bust this nut, huh?”

  I nodded and moaned, lookin’ up at him. “Give me that sweet milk, daddy.”

  “Yeah, pretty baby,” he said, grabbin’ me by the back of my head. Oh, no you don’t, nigga! I quickly removed his hand before he accidentally tangled his big-ass hands up in my wig. “Wet daddy’s dick up, baby girl…”

  A bitch started gettin’ real nasty with it, spittin’ and slobberin’ all over his cock, makin’ a lotta smackin’ and poppin’ sounds with my lips and mouth, then lickin’ up the spit from around his balls. “Oh, shit…oh, shit…oh, shit…” His left leg started shakin’. I reached up and started squeezin’ his muscular, hairy ass with my hands, swallowin’ his dick balls deep, like only a true dick sucka can. The nigga’s dick was nice ’n hot and tasted so fuckin’ good. My pussy was drippin’. My clit was throbbin’ for this muhfucka’s tongue on it. I got up, then pushed him backward on the bed.

  “I want you to eat my pussy, daddy,” I whispered, crawlin’ up on top of him, like a panther in heat. I sucked on his nipples, allowed my tongue to circle around ’em, kissed down his stomach, then brushed my lips over the head of his dick, then turned around and straddled his face. “Fuck me with ya tongue,” I purred, lowerin’ my pussy down on his lips. I took his dick back in my mouth and sucked him like a hungry, cum-guzzlin’ trick while he licked and lapped and ate my pussy. I moaned. “Uh…hmmm…oh, yes…”

  After I nutted on his tongue, a bitch was ready for some dick. Besides, I didn’t want this muhfucka thinkin’ it was okay for him to nut in my mouth. So I shifted my body ’round and started lappin’ at his fat balls, jerkin’ his dick.

  “You ready to fuck me, daddy?” I asked, sittin’ up and lickin’ and suckin’ my nipples. “You ready to put that dick in my tight pussy?”

  He nodded. “Yeah, daddy’s ready to fuck that young, sweet pussy.” The nigga lay there like he was ready to dick me raw. Oh, hell no! I looked at his ass like he was fuckin’ crazy.

  “Well, get ya ass up and get a condom,” I snapped. When the muhfucka told me he didn’t have any, I was fuckin’ through. Do you hear me? Done! “What?!” I yelled. “You jokin’, right?”

  He sat up on the bed, leanin’ back on his forearms. “Sorry, babe, when I travel I don’t usually carry condoms with me. I don’t usually get offered pussy from beautiful young women. Besides, I thought you were gonna bring some.”

  What the fuck! I took a deep breath, gettin’ up off the bed. A bitch was in heat, and this muhfucka wasn’t even prepared to stoke my fire. I walked over to the other side of the room and yanked up my bag. I dug inside it while walkin’ back over to the bed. Though his balcony door was closed, you could still hear the band blarin’ outside. I wrapped my hand ’round what I needed.

  “Well,” I said. “I guess that means there’ll be no pussy for you. And since you gypped a bitch from gettin’ her fuck on, I’ma hafta shut ya lights out early,” I said, pullin’ out my Glock and spittin’ a bullet in his forehead. His head jerked backward before he had a chance to open his mouth. “Night-night, muhfucka!”

  I wiped his ass down and e’erything I touched, then removed his sheets. I stared at his big dick and rolled my eyes. Damn you! I leaned over and licked it one last time, then threw the comforter over his body and snuck outta his room.

  Back in my suite, I opened up my cell and called Cash. “I know why the caged bird sings,” I said, pullin’ off my wig and takin’ off the rest of my costume.

  “That’s what it is,” he replied. “It’s ’bout damn time. I’ll get at you.”

  I said nothin’, just hung up. I glanced over at the clock on my nightstand. It was nine-thirty. “I’m takin’ my ass down to the Gaslamp Quarter tonight to get my dance on before I jet tomorrow,” I said aloud, layin’ ’cross the bed and spreadin’ open my legs, then reachin’ for my dildo. “But first I’ma finish gettin’ my nut off.” How that dumb muhfucka not gonna have a goddamn condom, I thought as I plunged the head of my dildo inside my hungry, soppin’-wet pussy. I shoulda shot his bitch ass in his fuckin’ nuts.

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  Got ya tremblin’ while I’m wettin’ ya dick…eyes rolled back…face twisted up…moanin’ my name…hands grippin’ my ass…got that pussy heat on ya balls…got ya buckin’ ya hips…titty on ya lips…yeah, nigga…give me ya nut…run ya dick up in my guts…yeah, muhfucka…spit ya shit…

  Three weeks later, and after many nightly phone conversations, and several more dinner and lunch dates, a bitch was finally on her knees bein’ fucked down lovely by Grant. We’d been fuckin’ for almost an hour, and he had rocked my pussy in six different positions before wantin’ it doggie-style. I got up on all fours, spread open my ass cheeks with my legs spread wide, pressed my head down into the mattress, and arched my back while he ate my pussy from the back, tongue-fuckin’ me before slidin’ his dick up in me.

  He started hittin’ my walls and stretchin’ the back of my pussy so good, I started to shake. And the nigga had me on fuckin’ fire. I was so worried ’bout whether or not he could fuck, and the muhfucka slayed my pussy a new rhythm. His dick game was tight, his slurp game was serious, his money was right, and he w
as fine. It was after my fifth nut that a bitch realized he was that nigga I had dreamed ’bout growin’ up. He was the nigga I’d been waitin’ for to scoop a bitch up and love.

  “Damn, baby, you wet,” he said, pumpin’ his dick deep, fast, and furious inside of me. “Damn, this pussy good.” My pussy was hot, tight, and creamy from the big horse dick he was servin’ me. He was diggin’ my guts out.

  “Yeah, nigga, fuck my pussy,” I grunted, pullin’ my ass cheeks open wider so he could make the dick do what it do. He slammed it in me. I kept my head down, arched my back, and pumped my hips. “Uh…mmmph. Yeah, just like that. Mmmph…harder, muhfucka.” His balls slapped against my pussy while it swished and splashed juices all over his dick. “Beat this pussy up, nigga.”

  He slapped my ass with his big-ass hands. The shit stung, but it felt good as hell. “You like talkin’ shit, hunh?” he asked, smackin’ my ass again, and again, and again—alternatin’ from one cheek to the other while slammin’ his dick in and out of me. He had my ass bouncin’ and shakin’ all over the place. I groaned and moaned. “I don’t hear you talkin’ shit now…what was all that slick shit you was poppin’, hunh?” I shifted forward. “Nah, baby, don’t start runnin’ from this dick, now.” He slapped me on the ass. “This pussy’s mine.”

  “Nigga, ain’t nobody runnin’ from ya dick,” I gasped, backin’ my ass up on him, pumpin’ my hips. I started grabbin’ his dick with my pussy. “Nigga, this pussy was made for takin’ dick.”

  He slapped me on the ass again, then pressed down on the small of my back with one hand on top of the other, pumpin’ in and out, movin’ like a runaway slave. “Yeah, baby…that’s right, give me that pussy…”

  “Fuck my pussy, nigga. Oh, yes, just like that…fuck me!”

  I was throwin’ this ass back at him, grippin’ his dick.

  “Aaah, fuck, yeah…that’s right; keep talkin’ shit,” he said, rapidly slammin’ his dick in and out of me. My hot juices sloshed all over his dick as his balls slapped the back of my pussy.

  I held back a scream. Oh, my fuckin’ God, the nigga’s dick game was fire! But I wasn’t gonna let ’im know it. I threw my ass back at him. “When you gonna start fuckin’ me instead of runnin’ ya mouth, muhfucka. When you gonna put ya dick in me?”

  The nigga was slayin’ my pussy a mile a minute. I had the muhfucka workin’ for that nut. Had him goin’ deep, fast, hard, long, and strong. Sweat dripped off his face down on my back. “Oh, you can’t feel this dick?”

  “Uh…Mmmph, no, nigga,” I grunted, throwin’ my ass up on his dick. “You teasin’ me with that little-ass finga.” He grabbed me by the hips, liftin’ me up off the bed like I was a wheelbarrow, then slayed my insides a new rhythm. It felt like he was tryna knock my uterus off the hinges. “Mmmm…oh, shit…oh, shit…”

  He was grindin’ and snappin’ his hips into me, makin’ his balls slap up against the back of my pussy. “What you moanin’ for? I thought you said you couldn’t feel this dick. I thought you said I was fuckin’ you with a little-ass finger.” I reached between my legs and started rubbin’ my clit. The nigga was fuckin’ a bitch silly. I started comin’ and comin’ and comin’, squeezin’ my pussy around his dick. “Damn, baby…oh, shit. Damn, you ’bout to make me bust this nut up in ya…”

  “That’s right,” I whispered. “Cum for me, big daddy…give me that hot nut, muhfucka.”

  “Where you want it?” he asked, gruntin’ and groanin’ and sweatin’.

  Even though he had his dick wrapped, the thought of suckin’ my pussy juice off his dick had me shakin’. A bitch loved tastin’ her creamy nut on a nigga’s big dick. And if he ended up bein’ my man, that’s how I’d take it—raw. “Down my throat,” I said, clampin’ my pussy around his dick. “Let me suck the nut outta ya.”

  He chuckled. “Yeah, that’s wassup.” He pulled out, removed the rubber while I quickly turned around and took his dick into my mouth, then swallowed that shit inch by inch until I had the head of his dick down in my throat. I played with his heavy balls. “Oh, shit. You suckin’ that shit. Yeah, baby. Suck daddy’s dick.”

  “You like that shit?” I asked, twirlin’ my tongue ’round the head of his dick.

  “Yeah, baby…aaah, shit yeah. Suck that dick.”

  I hummed and licked and swallowed his cock until he shot his thick nut. By the time I pulled his dick outta my throat and started suckin’ the head, he had bust another load. I licked my lips, and slurped up the cream from around his balls, then pulled him toward me by the back of his neck and slid my tongue into his mouth, givin’ him a taste of his own juices. My thing is, if a nigga can’t kiss me after I let him bust his nut in my mouth, then that ain’t the muhfucka for me. And, on some real shit, the muhfucka would never get piped out again.

  Anyway, after we finished kissin’ and whatnot, he held me in his arms. And I felt somethin’ I had never felt before. Safe.

  “Damn, girl,” he said, runnin’ his fingas through my hair. I wasn’t one of those bitches who got heated when a nigga dug his hands in her hair, ’cause a bitch didn’t have to worry ’bout no tracks ’n shit gettin’ yanked or his hand gettin’ stuck. “You keep suckin’ and wettin’ this dick the way you do, and you gonna have a nigga fall for your sexy ass.”

  I lifted my head from his chest, and looked at him. I’m a bitch who knows how to suck a nigga’s dick, and fuck him until his head is spinnin’ and his knees are shakin’. And I knew, once a bitch got inside a nigga’s mind, she’d eventually get into his heart too.

  “Maybe that’s what I want.”

  “It’s all good,” he said, rubbin’ the side of my face. “I dig your style. You the type of chick a nigga like me needs in his life.”

  I smiled. ’Cause I’m that bitch, I thought.

  Silence.

  “So what does a beautiful woman like you do? You in school, workin’…what’s really good with you?” he asked, runnin’ his hands up and down the curves of my body, then cuppin’ my left titty with his big hand.

  I looked up at him again, stared him dead in the eyes. “I’m a villainess,” I said.

  He busted out laughin’. “Yo, you funny as hell,” he said, still laughin’. “Nah, seriously, how you making ya paper?”

  For some reason, I wanted to spill my guts and tell his ass my whole life story. There was somethin’ ’bout him that made me wanna keep shit real with him. But I didn’t wanna spook the nigga. So I kept it cute. I shifted my body and took his dick back into my mouth until it bricked up again, slobbered all over it, lapped his hairy balls with my tongue, then climbed back up on top of him. I slid down on his dick and did what I do best…welcomed him into the Kat Trap.

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  Almost a month had passed since I saw my moms or even spoke to her ass, but the shit Chanel had told me ’bout her bein’ knocked the fuck up was still floatin’ around in a bitch’s head. And it was fuckin’ with me. I wanted, needed, to know what was really good with her ass. But I also wasn’t beat to call her. Call it pride. Call it stubbornness. Call it whatever the fuck you want. Bottom line, I wasn’t callin’ her. But I called Tamia’s ho ass instead.

  “Hello?”

  “Bitch,” I snapped, “don’t front like you don’t know who the fuck it is. I know ya ass saw my number come up.”

  “Humph,” she grunted, suckin’ her teeth. “Whatever.”

  I could tell the bitch was still salty, like I gave a fuck. I kept on pressin’. “What’s good with ya trick ass?” I asked.

  “Not a damn thing, bitch. Now what you want ’cause I know this ain’t no fuckin’ social call.”

  I laughed. “Ho, I know ya ass ain’t still heated.”

  She sucked her teeth. “The fuck I ain’t. Bitch, that was some real foul shit you pulled at Chanel’s, tryna come at my neck all sideways ’n shit. On some real shit, I ain’t really feelin’ ya ass right now, Kat.”

  “Bitch, get over ya’self,” I snapped. “Ain’t shit changed, ho. You s
till my bitch. I just wanted to know what was really good with ya ass.”

  “Well, you didn’t have to try ’n play me out ’n shit. You coulda came at me differently.”

  I sighed. “Tamia, please…shoulda, coulda, woulda. Since when ya ass get all sensitive ’n shit? I heard some shit, and I asked ya silly-ass about it. You said the shit wasn’t true, so why the fuck is you still stressin’ over it? But on some real shit, I don’t give a fuck ’bout ya fuckin’ attitude. Like I said, you still my bitch. But, you actin’ like you wanna get it in or some shit. And you already know what it is. So, don’t do it.”

  “No, bitch,” she snapped. “You know what it is. It’s whatever.”

  I took a deep, slow breath. “Oh, so you really tryna get it in over some dumb shit. Bitch, I will push ya muthafuckin’ wig back, and you know this. On some real shit, don’t go there. I can’t believe you really tryna bring it when you know I will straight rock ya ass.” I bust out laughin’. “Bitch, you done really let all that nut up in ya guts go to ya fuckin’ knotty-ass head, for real.”

  “You know what, Kat, I am so fuckin’ sick of you, bitch. Real talk. Chanel ’n them might let ya ass come at them any kinda way, but—”

  “Bitch, what the fuck Chanel ’n them got to do with this?”

  “—I ain’t the one. Fuck what ya heard,” she continued. “I’ma grown-ass woman and how you tried to get at me was on some real shady shit.” Oh my God, I was so ready to blast this ho’s ass. I bit down on my bottom lip and let her continue. “Ever since you left Brooklyn you really been on some extra shit, and I ain’t feelin’ it. Instead of clockin’ what the fuck I do, you need to worry ’bout ya own shit. You act like you better than somebody; like you can’t be touched. Bitch, you bleed like I bleed. You shit like I shit. You ain’t the baddest bitch around, be clear. ’Cause you can get it, too.”