by Margo
“Oh shit! Damn!” Mal moaned he began smacking Dior’s ass.
This really turned Dior on. She started going crazy, ramming her pussy on his dick relentlessly. He knew she was close.
“I’m about to cum!” Dior announced just in the nick of time.
“Oh shit!” Mal replied as he felt her shudder, noticing how wet she got and how wet she got him. He had to make sure she didn’t urinate, because she came that much. All of this brought him to his point of no return.
“Fuck!” Mal yelled out as he came deep inside of her. He gently pulled out and went to the bathroom.
Dior was well satisfied but relieved. She liked sex when she was pushed to her limits, and that seemed impossible to not occur when she was with two men. Her eyes were closed until she heard the bathroom door open.
“Guess I got something better than your number huh?” Mal announced smugly as he buckled his pants.
Dior held her blank expression while she responded, “Guess you did!” She walked in the bathroom.
All Mal could do was shake his head. He knew he just fucked the shit out of her, but she still looked at him like he wasn’t shit. This bitch is something different.
“Fuck it!” Mal said aloud in response to his thoughts.
He knew she wouldn’t come out until he left, so he went in his jeans and grabbed all the money out of his right pocket. He looked down at it. He was too lazy to count any money out. His thoughts took over. Since she thinking I’m some broke-ass little nigga, she can have this shit. He took his thumb over his money. He knew it was no more than ten racks. He wasn’t tripping on funky-ass $10,000.
Speaking of which, he was going to have to call Mike later, his plug in Kentucky, to make sure A.J.’s and Jessica’s asses made it. A.J. was his boy, but he was a runner, and that was all he would be because he was a fuckup. Mal and Eron had to run shit and make sure the money was in a constant flow, so he didn’t make no more out-of-town trips unless there was an obscene amount of money on the floor.
Damn, let me get up out of here. Mal began walking out the door, pausing at the bathroom door, hearing that the shower was on. Mal quickly envisioned Dior’s wet booty, making him push on the door.
“Ummm!” As Dior moaned, Mal opened the door. Damn, she just had two dicks in her less than an hour ago, and she was horny all over again.
Looking through the steaming door, he saw the silhouette of Dior’s body, causing an immediate response from his dick. He watched her work her pussy, but what he heard next not only surprised him but took him over the edge. As Dior worked her clit, she brought herself to a climax.
“Damn, Jamal!” Dior let out an exaggerated moan.
Mal couldn’t take it, so he went to the shower door, pulling it open.
“Did you enjoy the show?” Dior asked a surprised Mal.
Mal couldn’t even answer. His dick was irritated because of his jeans acting as a constraint. He simply grabbed her hand, helping her out of the shower, and his face dove into her neck. He was like a monster possessed. He trailed down her neck with his tongue, causing her to shiver. He immediately used his hand to butterfly her pussy and began to play with her clit.
“Ummm!” Dior let out a soft moan.
Almost like a light switched, he changed up the mood, getting rough and raw. Mal took one hand, grabbing her hair and pulling her head back, and he began biting her neck.
Dior let out a gasp. She was so turned on.
He picked her up, sitting her on the sink. It was there that he pushed her titties together and began to savagely lick and bite on her nipples.
“Oooo!” Dior was in heaven. Rough was the only way she wanted it. Before she knew it, he was sticking his dick in her, hitting her spot with his first stroke.
Mal was tripping because her pussy was snug. She had that snap back for real.
“Damn!” Mal slipped and let out as he picked her up, carrying her out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. She got some good-ass pussy! Mal laid her on the bed, pushing her legs back and slowing stroking her, watching as his dick went in and out of her pussy.
Dior grabbed his arms, trying to tame his strokes. He was hitting the G-spot with every hit. Dior began losing it. “Oh, shit!” She let out a series of different moans. This was causing Mal to lose control. Since her legs were already pushed back, he grabbed her legs so he could stand up while he hit it.
“Umm. Damn. Oh my God!” Dior was more than surprised that he had her like this, almost effortlessly. He placed her back to the wall, pushing her legs all the way up and back. Dior glanced up, looking at her feet touching the wall. This turned her on so much. Little did she know, Mal too was turned on, looking at the length of her legs going straight over her shoulder.
Mal had her pinned to the wall. She had nowhere to run. She thinks she’s slick! Mal knew the game that Dior was playing. She kept tightening her pussy muscles on him, but he was breaking through that shit, tearing her shit down, but what Mal didn’t know was that was what Dior liked. It’s what she loved. Slow stroking? Leave that shit to R&B niggas. Dior loved to be fucked hard in a way that only street niggas could do. All that rough, smack ya ass, pull ya hair, biting, and all that shit.
“Ohhhhh! I’m about to come! Oh shit! Mmmmmm!” Dior alerted him. Mal started to hit it harder and more relentlessly. He was beating that shit up in every sense of the words. Mal felt her shiver and shake. He watched her orgasm take over her body. This made him beat it even harder if that was possible. Mal was drilling his dick into Dior’s pussy with unforeseen strength. She looked corrupted with her eyes rolling in the back of her head.
What she said next was what surprised him. “I want you to finish from the back.” It was then that as he stroked, she was squirting. “Ummmmmmmm!” Dior was practically screaming. “Yesssssss. Don’t stop! Pleaseeeee!”
It was taking Mal everything he had not to cum, so he pulled out, helping her to the bed. At this point, her orgasm subsided. She let go of his hand, placing both knees on the bed. Mal watched in awe as her ass bounced wildly. It was natural movement. He was stuck.
Dior’s hands and knees were on the bed as she looked over her shoulder. “Are you going to finish or nah?” Dior asked with a smirk, causing Mal to smirk because he knew was caught trying to procrastinate and stop himself from cumming.
“I got this!” Mal replied, using her cum from his stomach to lubricate his dick. He placed each hand on each check. He bent down, licked her ass, and smacked it as hard as he could.
“Umm, smack it again!” Dior demanded, and Mal obliged as he placed the head of his dick to the opening of her pussy. Dior immediately pushed back on it.
“Whoa, baby girl!” Did I just say that ho-ass shit? Oh well, her pussy shouldn’t be this damn good. Mal was surprised that some weak shit like that made it out of his mouth. Sure, good pussy was easy to come by, but great pussy wasn’t. The women he came across didn’t make him want to make sure they were pleased.
He in my world now! Dior was in the zone as she went slowly at first and would speed up at any given moment. He just held on for the ride.
“Damn, girl, fuck it. Do ya thang, baby!”
“Ummmmm.” All he got in response were moans from Dior.
She continuously threw that ass back hard. He had to hold on tight to maintain balance. She went around and around while his dick was deep inside her. That “Too Short” song came to mind when he said, “Bet she can’t wiggle like that with a dick in her.” He clearly hadn’t had the opportunity to fuck Dior. She had her ass clapping on his dick. Dior popped her pussy on his dick with ease. This bitch is something different! Good-ass pussy, too! “Damn, Dior, I’m about to cum!”
Dior knew that once she got him to hit her from the back, he wouldn’t be able to last that long. Dior hurriedly jumped off his dick, turning and placing it in her mouth. She began to suck hard and fast. She loved the way a hard dick felt in her mouth, especially when it was about release semen. She sucked deep so that his dick was
touching the back of her throat.
“Oh shit, damn! Here I cummmmm!” Mal went crazy face fucking her, gripping the back of her neck. A typical girl couldn’t take this, but typical wasn’t in Dior’s description. He shot his load deep in her throat. Dior took his dick slightly out of her mouth so he could see his cum leave his dick and enter her mouth. That shit was a major turn-on for Mal. When his nut left his dick, he watched it land all in and around Dior’s mouth.
Mal looked down. The sight before him was picture perfect. She took him for all he had. She began sucking and jacking him off.
“Damn!” Mal was surprised that she sucked everything he had out of him and kept going like it was nothing.
“Mmmmm.” Dior swallowed every drop.
Mal smiled as he looked down at her. “You are something different!”
“So I’ve been told,” Dior replied as Mal walked into the bathroom.
Dior just lay back on the bed as her thoughts ran rampant. Damn, I need a drink. Maybe I’ma go out and have one. Shit, that was a little too good. I need a nap. She felt herself drifting into a satisfied sleep.
* * *
“Ahem!” Mal clearing his throat made Dior open her eyes.
“You gon’ chill here for a—”
Mal’s phone rang: “They asked my name, but he told ’em John Doe—” He interrupted his Rick Ross ringtone because he answered the phone so quick.
“Yeah, nigga, y’all made it?”
“No, we haven’t made it just yet. We are about two hours out.”
“Damn, what’s taking so long? You know what, just get there. I mean why the fuck is it taking you so long? All right, look, just call Mike on the 404 number when you get close so he can look out for y’all. Call me when it’s done,” Mal said, ending the call. Then he finished his previous question to Dior. “My bad, but are you gon’ chill here?”
“Yeah, I’m tired,” Dior responded with a yawn.
“All right, well I’m having a party tomorrow at this new club, Club LAX, downtown. You should come.”
“I don’t know, maybe.”
“Um, you something else. All right, be careful out here,” Mal said, shaking his head.
“You too!” Dior replied, restless. She waited until she heard the door shut before she drifted off to a comfortable sleep.
What a night!
Chapter Eleven
I got my change up; they looking like they surprised. Niggas hatin’ on me hard ’cause my paper right.
The sound of Dior’s phone ringing woke her from her deep sleep.
“Hello!”
“Ewww. Wake up!” said Ashley, Dior’s cousin, who stayed in Atlanta. They grew up more like sisters. Ashley was the only person Dior would let get close to her. That was by default, because Ashley went to Atlanta to attend Spelman. She received her degree and would be going to law school the following fall. Dior and Ashley were far from dumb. Dior was building her credentials. She just liked to fuck. She did what most bitches would sneak around to do.
“Man, don’t start! It’s too late!” Dior replied, grumpy, like she always did after being woken up.
“Man, I’m at your house. Where are you?”
“Are you really? Why didn’t you tell me that you were coming? What time is it?” Dior wondered as she sat up, beginning to get dressed.
“I was trying to surprise you. It’s four a.m. My flight landed at midnight. Sincere came and got me from the airport. More like kidnapped me.” Sincere and Ashley had a crazy relationship. Bottom line was whenever she needed him he was there and vice versa.
Sincere was black as night. He was gorgeous. He wore his curly hair in a low taper. He had blemish-free skin and stood at six feet five inches. He had bitches falling at his feet. When Ashley was in town, bitches knew to not even look in dude’s direction. He played all day if he knew you. If you didn’t know him, he was most dominating. You wouldn’t think he was as cool as he was.
“Shut up. I’m not far. I’ll be there in like twenty minutes,” Dior announced, hanging up the phone. She placed on her shoes and headed toward the valet. She jumped on I-96, which took her to her Redford home. She had to stay away from where she played.
She got out of her car, grabbing her bags to head in the house. Damn, I’m glad I gave her ass a key.
Before Dior could even open the door, Ashley was screaming and running into her arms. “Oh my God, I missed you!” Ashley made it known by the thrill in her voice.
“Here you go with that soft shit!” Dior retorted. She always played the tough role, but she really missed her sister/cousin. Dior didn’t mess with too many females, so her cousin was her only true friend.
“Here you go with that tough shit!” Ashley replied in her smart tone as they walked into Dior’s kitchen. “But anyway, Sincere said he wants us to party with him tonight. You down?”
As Dior sat down at her kitchen table, she looked at Ashley like she was crazy. “This is my cousin’s first day home, and you really think I’m not going to party with her? Where are we going?” Dior wondered.
Ashley replied, “He said some new club, called Club LAX. His boy owns it.”
Dior just burst out laughing. “Oh really? Ummm, we are most definitely in the building.”
“What was that about?” Ashley wondered.
“Oh, this one nigga I met and fucked yesterday wanted me to come down there. Welp, guess I have to go now,” Dior faked, not wanting to go.
“Oh, hush, like you didn’t want to. I know some money was on the floor.” Ashley knew better. She and Dior both believed that as long as a woman had a pussy, that woman should never go broke. These women were nothing average. They were the best of both worlds. Ashley was a red-bone, short, thick woman. She had light brown, exotic eyes and some of the clearest skin. Her lips were big. Her body was sick. She had succulent C-cup breasts with an unbelievably tiny waistline leading into her fat ass.
“Come on now, I learned from the best. Niggas only treat you how you act, right?” Dior asked. She expected this from Ashley. She had love for no nigga except Sincere. But when it came to money she’d even say fuck him too. Not as in doing something grimy to him for money. Sincere never let it get like that, because his money stretched to wherever Ashley went.
“This is true. So tell me this, did you fuck one nigga or two niggas?” Ashley wondered with a smile.
“You know me so well. You know A.J.?”
Ashley nodded.
“Him and his friend Mal. Mal is the one who wants me to come down to the club. Man, it was so good, I think I came harder with Mal by himself, and he paid! His movements say money. Not all loud like A.J. but chill. Just the way I like it.”
“Wait, I think Sincere said something about niggas named Mal and Eron owning the club.”
“Oh, really?” Dior wasn’t surprised. She loved a hustling-ass nigga. Being broke was never an attractive feature on anybody, male or female.
“Jackpot. All right. I’m about to go to sleep. Wake me up when it’s time to go,” Ashley said as she walked to the bedroom that she used when she was in town. “Oh, Sincere supposed to come back.”
“What you telling me for?” Dior asked. Sincere and Ashley were kind of a package deal. He was a busy man, but when Ashley came into town, he was always near. Dior loved him because he didn’t judge her by the things that she did. He was Ashley’s shooter and vice versa. It was nothing for him to make something happen for Ashley. Distance didn’t matter. Whenever he decided to, he was on his way to the ATL.
Dior decided to follow her lead. Shit, she needed some rest too. She did have a long-ass day.
Chapter Twelve
“Wake up! Wake up!” Dior heard Ashley’s annoying-ass voice. She decided to be stubborn.
“Aye, man, you ugly when you sleep!” Dior’s eyes popped open at the sound of a man’s voice.
Ashley and Sincere erupted in laughter because they scared Dior. Sincere loved anything that had to do with Ashley, including Dior. He loo
ked at Dior as his sister. Whenever she needed something, he was her Johnny-on-the-spot.
“Get out of my room. I hate y’all!” Dior made known with laughter in her voice.
“Nigga, it’s seven p.m. and you still in the bed,” Sincere shouted.
“This fool want to take us to Andiamo before we go to the club, so hurry up!” Ashley told her.
“Oh damn, y’all dressed, too. Here I come.” Dior replied, getting out of bed. What to wear? Dior went to her closet, picking a black-and-white dress and red “come fuck me” heels. She headed to the shower, glancing in the mirror on her way. Time for some more dick. To Dior, dick made a good day better. She hopped in the shower, taking the time to moisturize her skin.
Banging on the door shook her a little bit. “Hurry up!” Sincere’s crazy ass shouting through the door didn’t surprise her. He didn’t play that shit. He hated waiting.
Dior yanked the door open dressed in her robe. “Move, nigga! Here I come.”
Sincere just shook his head, going back into Ashley’s room.
Dior got herself together quick, and before they knew it, they were climbing into Sincere’s 2012 Durango. He always had a new car. That was just how he did it. It was impossible to keep up with his cars.
They pulled up to Andiamo at 9:30. They had a nice dinner, talking about everybody who darkened the restaurant’s doorstep.
“All right, ladies, time to go!” Sincere announced as he paid the check, proceeding to get out of his seat. He had to meet up with his homeboy Mal to cop some Mary Jane. Mal and Eron kept the best Kush in the city. He helped the ladies up and walked behind them, getting envious looks from the men in the restaurant.
They took the twenty-minute drive downtown to the airport-themed club. They pulled up, and in no time the valet was opening the doors for them.
“What up, Sincere?” Neither Ashley nor Dior was surprised that the valet knew him. Sincere knew everybody in Detroit.
“What up, boy? Let me stay in the front,” Sincere replied, greeting and informing the valet all at once.