by Cairo
I take the steps two at a time, goin’ upstairs to the bathroom. I brush my teeth and tongue, starin’ into the mirror. Even after I’ve scrubbed my gums ’n shit, I still taste her rotten ass in my mouth. I brush my tongue again, then rinse my mouth out wit’ Listerine. Fuck that nasty, skank-ass bitch, I think, shakin’ my head. I rinse my mouth, again, then shut off the lights. She mad ’cause I tossed her ho-ass out wit’ a throbbin’ pussy, and gypped her outta a nut. I grab my cell, then redial Carla’s number as I’m headin’ back down the stairs to let her know I’m on my way. Of course she wants me to eat her pussy. Fuck outta here. I let the bitch know that’s not ’bout to happen, not tonight. Especially not after the shit that just went down with Shakeeta’s triflin’ ass.
She sucks her teeth. “Are you gonna at least stay the night?”
I think for a minute. I got a lotta shit to do early tomorrow so this bird is gonna haveta settle for a drive-by. “Nah,” I tell her. “I got shit to do in the mornin’, but I can swing back through later on to hit you up wit’ a dose of this heavy dick, aiight?”
Silence. The bitch knows if she doesn’t wet this dick tonight it’s a wrap. I’m cuttin’ her supply off. And I know like she does, that’s the last thing she wants. “When you leaving?”
I laugh to myself. “Now. So have them dick suckas wet ’n ready.”
Two hours later, I’m back home, steppin’ outta the shower. I’m refreshed, relaxed, and ready to take it down for the night when my cell rings. I glance at the screen. It’s this broad I’m ’posed to get up wit’ tomorrow. I met her up on BlackPlanet, another spot where I meet most of these broads I’m smashin’. She had hit my Daddy Long Stroke page up a few months back after peepin’ my body flicks on it. Then she started visitin’ my page e’ery damn day, leavin’ me comments on my guestbook, and hittin’ me with notes, and gifts ’n shit—like all the other broads I meet on there. Word up, it be live and poppin’ on that site. Alotta them Black-Planet hoes be some real thirsty asses. Fuck what ya heard. The economy may be all fucked up, but trust and believe, there’s a surplus of pussy out here, and a nigga wit’ a good stroke game will never go broke.
I look over at the digital clock. It’s 1:22 A.M. What the fuck she want this time of night? I think, pressin’ the Talk button. “Yo,” I say into the phone.
“You still coming up here tomorrow?” she asks.
“We still fuckin’, right?”
She sucks her teeth. “Is that the only thing you interested in?”
“Hell yeah. You gotta problem wit’ that?”
“Well,” she says, pausin’, “I was hopin’ we could grab a bite to eat, then maybe catch a movie or something, first.”
I frown. For the last few weeks, fuckin’ is all we been talkin’ ’bout. Now all of a sudden this ho wanna be on some let’s-grab-a-bite-to-eat bull, like she tryna go out on a muthafuckin’ date. Fuck outta here! I think, do I tell this ho what she wants to hear, or do I keep shit real? I decide to give it to her straight, no chaser. “I’m tryna get this dick wet, baby. That’s it. You can save the extras for some other cat.”
Silence.
“Yo, you still there?”
“Yeah,” she says, soundin’ annoyed. “I’m still here.”
I feel myself ’bout to spaze out on her dizzy ass for callin’ here this time of night wit’ this stupid shit. I take a deep breath, spark up the half-smoked blunt layin’ in the ashtray on my nightstand, then take two long, deep pulls, holdin’ the smoke in my lungs ’til I calm myself down. I blow it out. “So, what’s good? We fuckin’ or not?”
“Yeah.”
“Oh, aiight, then. That’s what it is. What, you done talked all that shit over the phone and now you gettin’ scared ’n shit?”
“I’m not scared.”
“Then why you call here tryna front on a muhfucka?”
“I told you. I was hoping we could go out somewhere, first.”
I take another pull offa my blunt, then slowly blow it out. “Nah, baby, it ain’t that kinda party. You been talkin’ a lotta good shit, now it’s time to show ’n prove. Let a muhfucka see if you really know howta throw that pussy up on a dick. ’Cause, on some real shit, I’m tryna snap ya spine.”
She starts laughin’. “OhmyGod, you real funny.”
Funny hell. Ho, I’ma rip ya muthafuckin’ back open. “Yeah, go on and get ya laugh on, baby,” I warn. “I’ma be up there tomorrow. Let’s see if you gonna be laughin’ then.” She giggles some more, then gets quiet after I tell her she betta take her ass to bed ’cause she’s gonna need all the rest she can get. ’Cause on some real shit, after I’m done wit’ her she’s gonna need the paramedics. A muhfucka’s comin’ through to dig her ass out.
2
“Yeah, that’s right, baby. Spread them pretty-ass legs, and pull open ya pussy,” I say, strokin’ my dick while watchin’ my fuck for the night play in her juicy fur burger. Don’t get shit twisted, though. This honey-dipped ho with her wavy black hair and mesmerizin’ eyes is bad as hell. Her skin is fuckin’ flawless, too—soft and smooth like silk. And her body…whew! Man, listen, pictures do her no justice. This bitch’s body is the fuckin’ truth. Little waist, flat stomach, big-ass cantaloupe titties with inch-long pierced nipples—yeah, and a nigga like me gotta thing for a chick with long nipples. I like to lightly pinch, twist, pull and tease ’em with my fingers, then nibble on ’em with my lips and teeth. Oh, damn…I done got sidetracked thinkin’ ’bout suckin’ all over them thing-things. So, dig. Like I was sayin’ ’n shit, this chick gotta ass you can bury ya face up in. A muhfucka can get lost for months up in them cakes. It’s the kinda ass you can bounce up and down on all night. But, on the real, yo, how the fuck a bitch gonna drop her muthafuckin’ drawers and not have her bush trimmed? I don’t mind hair, but gotdamn…this shit right here is unreal. Don’t get it twisted. I don’t discriminate. I love all types of pussy. Fat pussy, tight pussy, loose pussy— bald, trimmed, and covered with hair. I don’t give a fuck. Just make sure that shit is hot ’n wet. ’Cause at the end of the day, it’s all fuckable as long as it’s clean. But, man, listen…this chick’s snatch is like a fuckin’ rainforest. And on some real shit, it better be as wet as one, or I’ma ram this thick dick straight up in her Neanderthal ass.
“Stick them fingers deep in that pussy and get that pink hole wet and ready for me.”
She moans, lookin’ over at me. “Oh…uh…uh…mmm…I’m soooo horny. I want some of that dick…”
“Not until you get that pussy nice ’n slippery,” I tell her, tossin’ my left leg up over the arm of the chair in her bedroom. Her eyes stay locked on me the whole time as she plays in her twat, watchin’ me beat my dick. “That’s right, baby. Fuck that pussy for me. Yeah, get that shit ready for big daddy.”
“I want you to fuuuuuck me…oooh, give me that dick…”
She thrusts her hips up at me, tryna offer up the pussy. I decline, knowin’ she ain’t ready for none of this black anaconda. “Hell, nah,” I say. “I wanna see steamy juice bubblin’ outta ya slit before you get any of this dick, you dig?” She moans again, throw-in’ her head back, bitin’ down on her bottom lip, and massagin’ her clit with one hand, while fuckin’ herself with the other. “Yo, answer me when I’m talkin’ to you. I said I wanna see ya fingers all cummy ’n shit before I fuck you, ya heard?”
“Yessssssssss!” she shouts, windin’ and humpin’ her hips and twistin’ and pumpin’ her fingers into her hungry pussy. I grin when I see her pink hole glisten, then drip. I continue strokin’ my dick in and outta my hand watchin’ her get off.
On some real shit, I love sittin’ back and watchin’ a fly-ass chick I’m ’bout to fuck play in her hole. That shit is like havin’ my own up-front and personal peepshow, feel me? Damn, you see that shit? She got some big-ass pussy lips. I lick my lips. If the bitch didn’t have so much damn hair between her fuckin’ legs, I’d be on my knees right now lickin’ the folds of her pussy, and suckin’ the juice offa them pret
ty-ass lips. But fuck that, I ain’t tryna have a bunch of cunt hair lodged down in my muthafuckin’ throat— not tonight. So, she’s assed out. I’ma serve her this dick, then dip. Yep, I’m lookin’ to bang, bust ’n bounce. Damn, what the fuck is this bitch’s name? Shit. I can’t think. Fuck! It’s some exoticsoundin’ shit. Fioni…Falasha…FuFu…oh, yeah, Falani, that’s it.
She moans again. Her body shakes. Yeah, baby girl’s nuttin’ all over herself.
I swear I hope she got some good pussy. ’Cause if not, a nigga’s gonna be hot. I drove two-and-a-half muthafuckin’ hours to get it in wit’ this ho when I could be laid up with Maleeka right now, gettin’ fucked down. Now that bitch got that sweet gushy shit. Word up. E’ery time I slide my dick in her, her hot pussy melts all over it. And the bitch is a true champion of ridin’ this long dick. Then again, her pussy is ’bout as wide as a parkin’ garage ’cause all she likes is super-sized dick. That ho will never be able to fuck wit’ an average size, or lil’ dick, nigga. It’d be like drivin’ through a car wash and stickin’ ya dick outta the window, fuckin’ a bunch of wet air. But a nigga like me parks this dick up in that big hole and fills it the fuck up, lettin’ her slosh her juices all over it.
I get up and slowly start walkin’ toward her holdin’ a handful of dick. “You ready to fuck?”
“Yessss,” she whispers. “Fuck me…”
“Yeah, that’s right, beg for this cock,” I say, swingin’ my semihard dick from side to side. “You want me to split ya guts open, don’t ya?”
“Yesssss.”
I smirk, knowin’ this ho ain’t really ready. See. Over the years, I’ve learned that there are a lotta chicks stuck on the size of a nigga’s dick. It’s what these dumb hoes crave, even obsess over. And some of ’em are constantly talkin’ reckless ’bout what they can do wit’ a big dick. They front like they really ’bout it—’bout it when it comes to takin’ dick. But then a nigga steps outta his drawers and shows ’em what’s really good, and these same dick-hungry bitches start stutterin’ and babblin’ ’n shit, tryna back outta the room.
By the time I get to her bed, my dick is now thick ’n full to maximum capacity, achin’ to fuck. I can feel my nut bubblin’ up in my balls. I crawl up between her thighs, liftin’ her hips up. She takes my body in, then blinks. Her eyes almost pop outta her head. “OhmyGod, your dick’s bigger than I thought,” she says, leanin’ up on her forearms. Truth is, the hornier I get, the longer and thicker my dick gets. So what a chick might initially see when my shit gets hard ain’t really what she’s gonna get when it really bricks up, feel me?
I pull her down toward the edge of the bed so I can lift her up off the bed and plunge this dick in her nice ’n’ easy. Tell her she can handle it, as I roll the magnum XL down on this dick, but I know she’s not built for a dick like this. Still, I boost her up. “I’ma tear this pretty pussy up, you know that, right?” She moans, but I can see the fear in her eyes. “You remember all that nasty shit you was talkin’ on the phone, right? Well, here’s ya chance to fuck this dick down into the mattress. Here’s ya chance to fuck my dick into a sling; you remember all that slick shit, right?”
As soon as I push the head in, she gasps. “Aah, oh shit…OhmyfuckingGawwwd! Aaah, oh shit. It’s hurting.” What the fuck?!
I frown at her, pullin’ out. “Yo, you want this dick or not?”
“Yes,” she says, clutchin’ the sheets as I slap the head of my dick ’cross her clit and pussy hole; rapidly beat her lips open wit’ my shit. I press the head up against her wet slit, then slowly push in. “Mmmph…oh…” She bites down on her bottom lip, then pulls it in and squeezes her eyes shut.
“I see you ain’t all giggles now,” I say, pushin’ another inch in. “Laugh now, baby.”
I push a little more dick up in her.
“Aaaaaaaaah…ohmyGaaawd…stop…take it out. It’s too big.”
“What the fuck!” I flip, pullin’ out. Yeah, a nigga pulls out. The bitch said stop, and that’s what it is. You ain’t tryna get me hemmed up. Fuck that! A bitch don’t want no dick, then that’s what it is. I ain’t beat for no bullshit-ass rape charges, feel me? I suck my teeth. “Check it. You knew I had a big-ass dick. I told you that shit from gate, and you saw my flicks, so you already knew what it was. And you been playin’ in ya muthafuckin’ pussy watchin’ me jerk the shit off for the last thirty-five minutes. So what the fuck did you think; it was gonna shrink up or some shit?”
“No, I didn’t think that. But I’ve never fucked a nigga with a dick that—” she points at my long, swollen dick—“big before. So, you gonna have to go easy on me until I can get used to it, then once I am, I promise you I’ll handle it.”
I bite down on my lip. But on some real shit, I’m ready to slap her in the muthafuckin’ face wit’ this heavy-ass dick, then black on her dizzy ass.
I breathe easy. Decide that this ho—fine or not, can’t be recruited for the team. She’s just another one of them “fuck ’n go” hoes I can hit off a few times, then dismiss. ’Cause on some real shit, if a bitch can’t take dick, I have no real use for her ass unless she can deep throat a dick wit’out gaggin’, and even then it ain’t no guarantees that I’ma keep lacin’ her wit’ this dick unless she’s a cum-guzzler. Now a cum-guzzler…man, listen. A broad who gulps down buckets of cum like it’s vanilla puddin’ can almost definitely stay on my squad. And if she ain’t throatin’ dick, then she had better be lacin’ a nigga like me wit’ some major paper, or some other shit, real talk.
“Kiss my dick,” I whisper, pressin’ the tip of my dick up to her lips. The way she’s lookin’ at it, I know she ain’t lyin’ ’bout not havin’ a dick this big in her life or up in her guts before. I smirk. “C’mon, it ain’t gonna bite you.” I lean in, and start playin’ with her swollen clit. Lightly twist her pussy lips. “C’mon, kiss it.” She places gentle kisses all over the head, then takes my shaft in her soft hand, holdin’ it at the base, then slowly licks it like a Blow Pop. I slip one finger, then two, into her pussy. Press on her clit with my thumb. She moans, wrappin’ her other hand ’round my dick, then starts lappin’ the head with her warm, pierced tongue. “Yeah, just like that. Lick daddy’s dick up, baby.”
She opens her mouth, then wraps her lips around the head of my dick. She starts suckin’ all over it, makin’ poppin’ noises, gulpin’ in air as she sucks. I don’t pump my hips or grab her by the back of the neck like I do most chicks. I’ma let her guide my dick down in her tight throat, then when she’s relaxed, I’ll slowly start swabbin’ the back of her throat.
“Yeah, baby…suck that dick…ah, shit…that’s what I’m talkin’ ’bout.”
I’m lookin’ down at her while she’s caressin’ my balls and slurpin’ my dick. On some real shit, she could be a real dime-piece, but like wit’ e’erythin’ else affected by this muthafuckin’ recession we’re in, her ass went down in value the minute she posted her ass and titties up on BlackPlanet.
She starts to gag, then pulls back a little. She licks my dick a few more times, then stops, lookin’ up at me all teary-eyed ’n shit.
“Yo, what the fuck’s wrong wit’ you? You was on the phone talkin’ a buncha shit ’bout how you was gonna wet this dick ’n shit. Now you got the muhfucka in ya hands to do what you want wit’ it, and ya ass’s suckin’ the shit like you a muthafuckin’ stroke victim or some shit.”
“Nothing,” she replies, placin’ more kisses on my dick. “I just think I might need some help to handle all this. And I know just the person.” She jumps off the bed actin’ all excited ’n shit. “Hold up. I’ma call my girl Lydia and tell her to come right over.”
I let out a disgusted grunt. “Well, I hope she can take dick, ’cause you killin’ me, ma. Word up. And I’m really tryna be nice about it.” She flips open her cell, promises to make it up to me. Claims her girl is gonna rock this cock; serve me up proper.
I sit on the edge of the bed, leanin’ back on my forearm, playin’ wit’ my rock-hard dick. Ye
ah, ya ass gonna make it up to me alright. I start calculatin’ in my head: gas, travel time, wasted time, loss of gettin’ good pussy ’n head somewhere else. “Well, hurry ya ass up and get whoever you gonna get, ’cause I’m ready to nut. But in the meantime, you need to wet this dick up and suck it like you mean it.”
She walks back over to the bed, drops down to her knees, grabs my dick wit’ both hands, licks her lips, then stuffs it into her wet mouth. I roll my eyes up in my head as she strokes and sucks my dick at the same time. Finally, the bitch acts like she’s got some dick-suckin’ sense. Now this is the fuck what I’m talkin’ ’bout. Suck my dick like you want it, like you love it. Don’t suck my shit like it’s some borin’-ass job. Suck it like it’s ya favorite sport. Get on ya muthafuckin’ knees and worship this long, black dick like it’s ya muthafuckin’ idol, you dig?
I am standin’ wit’ my legs spread apart, and my hands on my hips, watchin’ her slide her lips up and down my shaft, before pullin’ my balls into her mouth one at time, making loud slurpin’ sounds. Her thick saliva lathers up my nuts. That’s right, tea bag them muhfuckas. “Yeah, baby, wet them balls up.”
She greedily keeps suckin’ ’til I bust a hot, thick nut in her mouth. She tries to swallow, but it’s more than she can handle. She gags, lettin’ my cream overflow outta her mouth. I grin when she smears most of it across her lips, then licks ’em. That’s right, you nasty bitch, lick them dick suckas. I feel myself ’bout to spit another round. This time I back up and shoot my nut in her face barely missin’ her eye, then flick the last bit of it into the air. “Aah, shit,” I grunt, slappin’ the head of my dick against her lips, then smearin’ the rest of my nut all over her face.