by Natavia
“What are you standing there for? Come sit your ass down and smoke this shit with me,” he said to me. I crossed my arms then leaned back against the wall.
He pulled a gun out then pointed it at me. “Sit your ass down and chill the fuck out. I don’t like muthafuckas standing around me when I’m sitting down. I don’t trust you,” he said to me.
“Crazy ass nigga,” I mumbled sitting down.
“What the fuck you just say?” he asked blowing smoke out.
“Did your mother ever teach you any manners?” I asked him.
“Did your mother teach you how to be a tamed bitch? Don’t ask me questions about my fucking mother. Now, hit this and shut up,” he said passing me the blunt.
“Look, Osari I just want to do what I have to do and leave,” I stated.
“Come over here and suck my dick,” he said leaning back in his chair.
“What?” I asked.
He smirked.
“I’m fucking with you. Come sit down girl. Damn, loosen up,” he said. I sat down on the couch across from him.
“Why are you with that lame ass nigga?” Osari asked me.
“I love him,” I said. Well, I used to until he started putting his hands on me.
Osari laughed. “Bitches like you don’t love no fucking body, not even your own family. You only love what a muthafucka can do for you. When they no longer can do what you want them to do, they become useless to you,” he said.
“I didn’t come here for no damn lecture,” I stated then he nodded.
“I know, so what do you have a degree in? You seem like one of those bitches that went to college and got a degree just to waste it on becoming the next nigga’s trophy,” he said.
“I have my bachelors in Criminal Justice,” I spat feeling embarrassed.
“And you don’t have shit to show for it. You know you a bird right? All you want is a nigga’s bread,” he stood up then went to the bar and poured himself some Patrón in a glass. He gulped it down then poured another one. I rolled my eyes at him. He walked over to me then played in my hair.
“You know what I like about you?” he whispered in my ear.
“What?” I gritted. He yanked my head back.
“You are heartless,” he said kissing my cheek. He mushed my head forward then walked around me. He sat on the coffee table in front of me, slid my maxi dress up looking me in the eyes. His stare was cold and emotionless. Once he got my dress up to my hips, he licked his lips. He pulled my thong down then smirked. He sniffed my thongs after he took them off.
“Just had to make sure your twat wasn’t sour,” he said tossing them.
“Touch yourself,” he said to me.
“Huh?” I answered.
“Bitch, if you can huh you can fucking hear. Now, touch yourself,” he spat angrily. I closed my eyes then touched myself. I was embarrassed.
“When you fuck do you close your eyes?” Osari asked me.
“No,” I spat.
“Well, open your eyes then,” he said to me.
“Squeeze your breasts while you are doing it,” he said. I rubbed my breasts as I toyed around in my wetness.
“Now, slide down a little bit and open your legs. I want to see that shit,” he said. I slid down the love seat with my legs gapped open, as I rubbed my breasts. This was crazy, but I was turned on. I started moaning as I gripped my breasts tighter.
“Taste that shit,” he said. I ignored him as my clit throbbed almost nearing my orgasm.
He slapped my leg as hard as he could. “Taste your fucking self,” he said to me with a scowl on his face. I stuck my fingers in my mouth then tasted myself.
Osari’s fingers glided through my slit then one entered me. I felt uncomfortable. I closed my legs then he pushed them opened.
“Open them legs. What the fuck is wrong with you?” he asked sliding another finger in me. I didn’t want it to feel good. I wanted to run, but then I eyed the gun on the table next to him. He would kill me.
“Open your legs wider, Tassana,” he said playing around in my pussy. He reached my spot then I started moaning. My back arched as I grabbed onto the arm of the couch.
“OOHHHHHHHH,” I moaned louder as his fingers worked inside of me. His thumb rubbed across my clit.
“OOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH,” I screamed as my nipples hardened. Osari pulled his fingers out of me then smeared it across my face.
“Get naked,” he said standing up. I sat still catching my breath.
“Take your clothes off,” he said. I stood up then slid my dress down. I took my bra off and I was now butt naked.
Osari pulled me away from the couch. He walked around me as he eyed my body.
“Go to the bed,” he said to me. I covered my breasts up as I walked into the bedroom. I laid down on the bed and stared at the ceiling.
“So, you expect me to fuck you while you lay there like that? You look like you are laying on a table at the morgue,” he said. I wish he would stop talking already.
I could hear him unbuckling his belt. I was nervous as a tear slid out of my eye. I heard him tearing something. It must be the condom wrapper.
“Bend your legs up then open them wide,” he said as his body weight pressed down on the bed. I closed my eyes as his body hovered over mine.
He eased himself inside of me and I started panicking.
“SHHHHHHIITTTTTTT,” he hissed as his length and width stretched me apart.
“UMMMMMMMM,” a moan slipped from me. He felt perfect. He felt so perfect inside of me. I hated him even more. He was supposed to have a little dick. I was ready to have an orgasm and he didn’t even pump yet.
He sat up then gripped my hips as he stretched his legs out. He pulled out then slid back into me. I gripped his forearms digging my nails into his skin.
“Get your nails out my arm like that. Matter of fact, don’t touch me,” he said as he put all of himself inside of me.
“OOOOOOHHHHHHH,” I moaned. He bit his bottom lip as his dick went in and out of me. He grinded into my spot so good I grabbed his arm again. He pumped harder into me and faster.
“ARRGGHHHHHHHHHH!” I screamed as he went deeper and faster. He pulled my hair then wrapped it around his hand.
“I told your hoe ass not to fucking touch me, didn’t I?” he asked slamming into me. My eyes rolled to the back of my head. The room spun and my vision got blurry.
What type of orgasm is this? I asked myself as I screamed. He gripped my breast then slowed down. Round and round he went inside of me. He pulled out then slammed into me, pumping me with vicious strokes that had me clawing at his arms. He pinched my clit sending waves of pleasure over my body. I hollered and screamed his name as he fucked me and yanked my hair.
My walls tightened around him and I could feel the big orgasm come over me.
“Hold that shit in,” he said slapping my face. It wasn’t a hard slap surprisingly. It was a slap that almost sent me over the edge.
“Hold that fucking shit in,” he said pumping into me hitting my spot. I moaned as my walls gripped him tighter making him go faster.
“Bitch, you better not come,” he said slamming into me.
“I’m ready to fucking come. I’m ready to come,” I cried, as my body was ready to surrender.
“Oh yeah?” he asked pumping slower. He grinded into me then once he hit my spot again, he slammed into me harder. My legs rose up, as he was balls deep in me.
“ARRGGHHHHHHHHHH,” he grunted making me scream as I came everywhere.
He pulled out of me then went to the bathroom. I hurriedly went to grab my clothes. I needed to get away from him. I was humiliated.
Osari walked out into the living room. His chest was sweaty. His boxer briefs were on and so were his pants.
He chuckled then walked to the bar, pouring himself a drink.
“Your cab will be here in ten minutes. You can wait in the lobby for it,” he said to me.
“I hate you,” I said.
He shrugged his
shoulders. “Your pussy doesn’t though. Matter of fact, I think she might love me already. It was nice and wet for me too. She hugged me like she’s been missing me all of her life,” he laughed.
I walked towards him then raised my hand. I wanted to slap him. He grabbed my wrist squeezing it.
“The only woman who ever raised her hand at me is my fucking mama. Don’t you ever raise your hand at me. I will kill you,” he said twisting my arm. I cried out in pain then he let me go. He grabbed my purse and shoes then went to the door. He opened the door and tossed my items into the hallway.
I looked at him then slowly walked out of the room bumping him on my way out. He mushed me in the back of my head on my way out, and then slammed the door.
The door opened as I slid my shoes on.
“You want to know how much your nigga shorted me?” he asked smiling.
“What?” I asked.
“Five hundred dollars,” he laughed then shut the door in my face.
“You stupid bitch!” I yelled banging on the door.
When the cab arrived, I got in then slammed the door. I couldn’t believe Tudos sold my ass for five hundred dollars. I thought it was thousands. Osari played me. He knew the money was short. When he went into the kitchen and made a call to Tudos, he found out then it was short. He pretended he could tell by the weight of the bag that it was off. They both played me.
When I got in front of my building, I threw my money at the cab driver and hopped out of the cab. Soon as I got into the loft, I hurriedly took a shower. I cried for Kauzie. He never would’ve done something like that.
Kauzie
Tokyo had been gone for over a month. Tassana was trying to get on my good side, but she just didn’t do it for me. I would be lying if I said her pussy wasn’t good. It was even better than Tokyo’s. I didn’t know what was going on with her, but she had never gotten that wet. I would admit that I was attracted to her, but I would never be in a relationship with her again.
The house was almost fixed up. It would be ready in another six weeks. I called Tokyo every day and there was still nothing. I even went to her parents’ house to see if she happened to stop there. Tokyo hadn’t talked to her parents in years, but I tried my luck. When I went to their house, a new family was living in it. I wasn’t close to Tassana’s parents. I saw them once a year, if that. I didn’t know they moved. Tassana didn’t even tell me, but she didn’t tell me things like that anyway. Tokyo and Tassana had a weird, distant relationship with their parents.
I still had not heard back from Tudos either. It was fucking with my head. The more time went by, the more I believed Tokyo is with him.
My phone rang and it was Mya.
“What’s good shorty?” I asked her.
“Nothing, I miss you,” she said giggling.
“Well, what are you doing now?” I asked her. I needed to blow off some steam. Tassana be walking around with her ass out tempting me to hit it again, but I told myself I was not doing that anymore. I didn’t care how good she felt. I was not trying to make it more complicated.
“Nothing, laying here watching TV,” she said.
“I’ll be over there,” I said hanging up. I headed home from work to take a shower. When I walked into the house, Tassana was on the phone. When she saw me, she hung up.
“Don’t hang up because of me,” I said. She rolled her eyes at me. She was off from work today.
She had on a pair of tight sweat pants and a tank top. I could see she didn’t have any panties on.
“Let’s go to the movies,” she said hugging me. I pushed her back.
“Give me my fucking space. Yo, what the fuck is up with you? Lately, you’ve been on some mushy lovey dovey shit. Why are you ignoring the fact I want your fucking sister and not your trifling ass? No matter what you do, I will never take that fucking route with you. Now, please just get the hell out of my face,” I snapped.
“Why are you talking to me like this?” she asked me. I waved her off then went up the stairs, got undressed, and took a shower. When I got out, I paced back and forth in the bedroom with just a towel around me. I needed answers from Tokyo. Kyree was still telling me she’d only talked to Tokyo once and that was before she left. I had a feeling Tokyo wasn’t coming back. What if she is somewhere dead, I asked myself, then I shook that thought out of my head. She had to be with somebody.
“FUCK!” I shouted tipping the dresser over. I punched a hole in the wall. That bitch played me for another nigga.
Tassana ran up the stairs. “What is going on?” she asked me. I sat down on the bed.
“I miss her,” I told her. Tassana looked hurt, but I didn’t care. I was done hiding my feelings for Tokyo. She sat down next to me.
“If you say something about her I will slap the spit out of your fucking mouth. Don’t say shit about her,” I said to Tassana.
“What do you miss about her?” she asked me.
“Everything… Tokyo has never been away from me longer than three days. I mean, from since we were younger. This shit doesn’t feel right, Tassana. I know you don’t want to hear it, but I need her. I need her back. She’s hurting me right now shorty,” I said shaking my head.
Tassana burst into tears. “You love her that much?” she asked me.
“Yes, I love her that much. I don’t feel comfortable talking to you about this shit,” I said standing up.
“How about we just go out to get some air,” she said wiping her eyes.
“Naw, I’m going to holla at Mya,” I said drying off.
“You really don’t give a fuck about me do you? How can you throw another bitch up in my face like that? You crazy bitch!” she screamed throwing bottles of lotion at me from out of the bathroom. One clocked me upside of my head.
“What the fuck, Tassana!” I said blocking the bottles from hitting me again.
I charged into her slamming her on the floor.
“Cut that shit out,” I said to her. She calmed down then I let her up. She walked out of the bedroom into hers, slamming the door. I hurriedly got dressed then left.
When Mya opened up the door, I picked her up then kissed her neck, as she wrapped her legs around me. Her kitchen table was the closest to the door. I laid her down on top of it, sliding her shorts down. I pulled my shorts and boxers down after I grabbed a condom from out of my pocket.
I slid it on then lifted Mya legs up straight up in the air. I spit on my hand then rubbed it on her pussy before I entered her.
“Ohhh, Kauziieeeee,” she moaned. I slid in and out of her as she caressed her breasts. Images of Tokyo’s legs spread for me popped up in my head. Images of me sucking on Tokyo’s clit made my dick swell. Mya was screaming and moaning loudly, as my dick got harder. I closed my eyes as I thought about Tokyo being pregnant with my seed. I dropped Mya’s legs then picked her up. She wrapped her legs around me as I palmed her under her ass cheeks. She pulled my dreads, while I bounced her on my dick, standing up.
Her breasts jiggled in my face. I took one of them in my mouth as she held on to me.
“OOOOOOHHHHHH, KAUZZZZIIEEEEEEEEE, YOU BIG DICK FUCKER!” she screamed. I pinned her against the wall then slid her up onto the tip of my dick. She throbbed around me. I knew she was ready to come. I slowly lowered her down on my length. Her pussy hungrily took all of me. I slammed into her sex holding her legs up. She yelped like a puppy and made other weird noises. I pumped into her furiously as I filled the condom up.
I lowered Mya down. Someone barged into the house. You could hear the door slamming into the wall. Tassana caught me standing there with a condom on. I know I told Tassana anything I want to, but I would never want her to see me doing my dirt. I felt like I got caught cheating.
“Baby, let me explain,” I said hurriedly snatching the condom off then pulling up my shorts. She put her hand in my face then eyed Mya.
“Bitch, what are you doing in my fucking house?” Mya screamed.
“I don’t want to fight you in your home. I will catc
h you later for that. But I’m not leaving until this cheating ass nigga leaves,” Tassana said crossing her arms.
“Mya, I will holla you later,” I said walking out. I couldn’t believe Tassana would do some ghetto ass shit like this. I probably shouldn’t have told her about Mya. When I got outside in the parking lot, my truck was sitting on four flat tires.
“What the fuck!” I shouted. It was keyed up also. This bitch was crazy.
“Oh, so now you want to fuck with a nigga’s whip, huh?” I asked Tassana. She smiled walking past my truck with her car key out, putting a long scratch on the side of it. I’m not going to lie, I was turned on.