by Cairo
Her body starts to shake, and her eyes roll up in the back of her head. She snaps her head from side to side, then nuts all over my fingers and hand. I pull ’em out and slip ’em into her mouth. “Yeah, suck that creamy shit…” The bitch greedily sucks and moans. “Good girl. You like that shit, don’t you?”
She moans again, noddin’ her head, tryna catch her breath. She lies still for a few minutes, blinkin’. I guess a muhfucka musta finger-fucked her into a daze or sumthin’. She gazes at me and asks, “What are you trying to do to me, baby?” Get ya pathetic ass to spend ya paper, I think, grinnin’. “I ain’t never cum like this before.”
“Just tryna make you feel good, baby. That’s all.” I lean in and give her another kiss on her pussy-stained lips. “Just lay back and enjoy the ride, ’cause you ain’t seen nuthin’ yet.”
I walk away from the bed. “Oooh, don’t leave me like this.”
“I’ll be right back,” I say over my shoulder. “I need to drain the snake.”
“Hurry.”
I take my piss, then wash my hands, starin’ at myself in the mirror. Nigga, you a real trip, I think, smirkin’ at my reflection. You gonna fuck ’round and have this bitch givin’you the keys to her spot. I smile, walkin’ back into the bedroom. Vita’s lyin’ in the middle of the bed wit’ her legs up and bent at the knees wit’ her tight, puffy pussy smilin’ at me. I lick my lips, decidin’ I’ma eat her pussy. Hell, what the fuck. Even midget hoes need good dick and tongue in their life, right? And, this bitch ain’t had either, so I’ma give her the Daddy Long Strong deluxe. After I tongue-fuck her pussy and asshole wit’ deep, long, wet strokes and then make slow, sweet love to her clit, this bitch’ll be beggin’ me to move in.
I stroll back over to the bed. Don’t say shit to her; just get between her legs, kiss the center of her pussy, then pull her lips apart and slowly start lickin’ up ’n down and all ’round ’em. I stick my tongue up under her clit, rapidly flicking it. She moans, restin’ her legs over my shoulders. I push them back up wit’ my hands, bury my face between her thighs some more. And continue givin’ her what she’s been lackin’. I hold her legs back wit’ one hand, then slip three fingers deep into her pussy as I suck on her clit. I hear her gasp. I think I hear gurglin’ noises comin’ from the back of her throat. I lift my head up. Smile. “You like that shit?” She bucks her hips.
“Yeah, that’s it, baby. Make that pussy skeet…cum all over my tongue…give me that sweet cream, boo.” I wrap my whole mouth around her pussy and suck ’n slurp. Five minutes later, her nut squirts out into my mouth and onto my tongue. A nigga can’t front; this pint-size ho got some sweet, creamy pussy. I swallow. Finish suckin’ her hole clean, then flip her over onto her stomach like a rag doll. And eat her ass out from the back ’til she passes out.
Two hours later, I got her wrapped up in my arms. “Damn, boo,” she coos. “You really know how to fuck and eat pussy. OhmyGod, I never knew a tongue could feel so good.” She reaches for my dick, wraps both her hands ’round it, then slowly strokes it. “And this dick, mmmmm…it’s so addictive. You got my pussy pulsing, and aching and so sore, but it felt so good. I wish I could keep this beautiful dick right here with me when you leave.”
I chuckle. “Sorry, babe, when I go, I take Long Dong wit’ me. But, while I’m here you can get as much of it as you like. And since you already got it in ya hand, tryna wake it, you might as well wet it wit’ ya tongue so I can spit another round.” She smiles, shiftin’ her body. She presses her lips to the tip and starts plantin’ soft, wet kisses all over it. “Yeah, that’s right, baby. Kiss daddy’s dick.” She swirls her tongue around the head, then wraps her mouth ’round it. I pull in my bottom lip, then lick my lips. “Yeah, suck that shit,” I say, claspin’ my hands, then placin’ ’em in the back of my head. “Cup them balls.” She tries to use one hand, but my balls are too big for her lil’-ass hand. She’s gonna need both of ’em to get me off. She grabs ’em wit’ both hands, but has a hard time tryna handle suckin’ my dick wit’out holdin’ onto it. So I help the ho out. I lift up and hold my dick at the base, steady this rock-hard cock for her so she can squeeze the nut outta my balls.
After she finishes suckin’ my dick, and gulpin’ down this nut, I check my voice messages, again, while she’s in the shower. She’s in there butcherin’ up Brandy’s “1st and Love.” I shake my head, tryna block out her screechin’ while listenin’ to all my messages. Tamera left four messages—crazy bitch! Akina left two. Falani left one, and Electra left three. I call Electra first. And of course, she wants some dick. So I tell her I’ma swing through one day next week and bless her. Next I call Falani. The ho states she’s still limpin’ from the last dose I served her ass, but she’s on that “I can’t stop thinkin’ ’bout you” shit. I tell her dumb-ass that the next time I come through I wanna threesome; that I wanna watch her eat another bitch’s pussy while I’m beatin’ that hole up from the back. She laughs, but then says she’ll think ’bout it. So, you already know.
I decide to call Tamera’s nutty-ass. “Damn, it took you long enough,” she says, soundin’ all tight and whatnot. “I done left you mad messages ’n shit.”
“Aye, yo, what’s fuckin’ good wit’ you, yo?” I already know what it is. This slew-footed ho misses the dick! I wanna hear her say it, though, feel me?
“Nigga, why the fuck you coming at my neck ’n shit?”
“’Cause I ain’t beat for the bullshit.”
She sucks her teeth. “Nigga, you acting like I shitted on you or something. If anything, I’m the one who should be heated with you for locking my fucking keys in the car. That was some real foul shit you pulled.”
“Oh well. You shouldna came at me sideways and it woulda been all good. But, you tried to be on some ole rah-rah-type shit. So it is what it is.”
“Muhfucka, you had my car out all damn night, then didn’t wanna answer your phone. Puhleeeze, I had a right to spazz out on ya black ass.”
“Listen, the shit is done. I ain’t beat to keep goin’ back ’n forth wit’ you. So why the fuck is you constantly blowin’ up my line, huh? You got ya shit back, so what the fuck else you want, now?”
“I wanna know why the fuck you avoiding me ’n shit.”
I let out a deep breath. “I told you, I’m not beat.”
“So what you sayin’? You ain’t fucking with me now?” she asks, soundin’ all pitiful ’n shit. It just amazes me how a bitch will be on some tough-girl-type shit, but the minute she knows she ’bout to lose out on some good dick, she wanna be on some ole other shit.
“Basically.”
“Hmmph. So you gonna let that one incident come between us?”
Come between us? Obviously, this fuckin’ hood-rat bitch really thinks I give a fuck ’bout her spazzin’ out ’n shit. Truth of the matter is her dick time expired. Anytime a bitch is talkin’ more shit than she’s puttin’ out pussy and loot, it’s time to revoke her dick-ridin’ card. And that’s what it is. “You still haven’t said why you keep callin’ me,” I say, dismissin’ her question.
“’Cause I wanna see you, nigga. That’s why. But you acting like a real bitch ’n shit.”
I laugh. “Go ’head wit’ that dumb shit.”
“Whatever, muhfucka. When you comin’ through?”
I laugh, knowin’ this ho’s pussy’s achin’ for this thick chocolate to melt up in it. “So, you tryna suck on this dick? Fuck, what?”
“Yeah, nigga. All the above. Ain’t nothing changed.”
“Whatever, yo.”
“Oh, shit’s changed with us?”
“Check this out,” I say, sighin’. “There is no us. Never was, never will be. What part of the memo don’t you get? I ain’t fuckin’ wit’ ya smart ass. You always comin’ outta ya neck crooked ’n shit. So ’til you know howta talk to a muhfucka, you gets no more of this dick. Ya ass is on punishment.”
She laughs. “Punishment? Are you fucking serious? Nigga, please! Don’t think your dick is th
e only dick out here.”
What a fuckin’ smut! “Yeah, you right. It ain’t the only dick out there. And it’s probably not the only dick you got ya dick suckas wrapped ’round. But it’s the only dick ya dumb-ass keeps callin’ for. It’s the only dick that’s got you cryin’ e’erytime I finish beatin’ that pussy up.”
“Whatever.”
“Oh, so what you sayin’; this dick didn’t have you shakin’ and cryin’ the last time I fucked you?”
She sucks her teeth. “I hate ya black ass, nigga. You are so full of yourself.”
I laugh. “Yeah, yeah, yeah…Keep it gee, baby. You ain’t gotta front wit’ me. It is what it is.” I hear the shower stop. Hear Vita swing back the shower curtain. “Look, I gotta bounce.”
“Whatever. Am I gonna see you, or what? Damn.”
I grin, knowin’ if I decide to slay her ghetto ass, again, I’ma shred her muthafuckin’ hole to pieces for bein’ such a fucked-up bitch. “Maybe, maybe not. I—”
“Nigga, kiss my ass then,” she snaps, cuttin’ me off. “I’m not gonna beg ya black ass. You got the game fucked up, if you think I’m that pressed for some dick.”
I bust out laughin’.
“What the fuck’s so funny?”
“Your trick-ass,” I say, still crackin’ the hell up. “You talkin’ like you a real dime; like you gotta line of niggas pressin’ you for some of that raggedy-ass pussy. Fuck outta here!”
“Nigga, please. Your black ass can think what you want. But know this: I was getting it in before you, and I’ll be getting it in after you. So having a muhfucka come through and serve me some dick will never be a problem.”
I continue laughin’. “Whatever, ho. We both know ya ass’ll be blowin’ my muthafuckin’ line up again, tryna get ya back split ’cause ya dizzy ass can’t get enough of this long, black dick.”
“Fuck you, nigga.”
“Nah, baby, fuck you!” I press End. What a pigeon, word up! I don’t know why these bitches gotta play themselves. If a muhfucka ain’t beat to fuck wit’ ya ass, then take ya retarded ass on. But, noooo, its thirsty-ass hoes like her that’ll start stalkin’ a muhfucka ’cause he done shut off her cum supply. I shake my head. Fuckin’ pathetic!
When Vita finally comes outta the bathroom, I go in. Take my shower, then get dressed. Thirty minutes later, we’re out ’n about. She takes me to this Italian spot, Brio Tuscan Grille, down in Buckhead. And I can’t front; the food was bangin’. Bein’ out wit’ Vita wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. I mean, yeah, there were a few chicks and a couple a cats who were kinda lookin’ at us sideways ’n shit—well, at least in my head they were. But I didn’t really give a fuck. Keepin’ shit real, she ain’t half-bad.
After we grub, she shows me around Atlanta. We drive down to Piedmont Park and walk around for a while. Then we check out the Coca-Cola spot, The Underground, and the Aquarium. I guess I fuck her head up when I tell her I wanna check out the Martin Luther King Jr. Memorial site. This silly bitch didn’t think a nigga like me would be interested in history. And I guess I fuck her head up even more when I look at her ass like she’s crazy when she says she’s lived in Georgia all her muthafuckin’ life and has never been there. And when I hear she’s never traveled outta the South, I’m really amazed. How the fuck can anyone be okay wit’ not ever explorin’ the world? Wow…that’s all I could think.
Eight A.M., Saturday mornin’, Vita comes skippin’ up into the bedroom singin’, “Happy birthday to you, happeeeee birthdaaaay to you! Haaaaaaaaaaappeeeeeeee birthdaaaaaaaaaaay, Dear Alley Cat…Happeeeeeeeeeeeeee birthday to youuuuuuuuuuuu…”
I stretch and yawn, then lean over the side of the bed so I can see her. “Thanks, baby.”
I get up and sit on the edge of the bed, rubbin’ the sleep outta my eyes and grabbin’ the plush rug wit’ my toes. “Why don’t you climb ya sexy-ass back up on the bed?” She grins, climbin’ back up in bed. “Let me go drain this snake, then I’ma take care of ya.”
I get up and take a leak, wash my hands, then come back into the room. She’s sittin’ up in the middle of the bed wit’ two king-size pillows propped up in back of her. She smiles. “What, why you smilin’?” I ask, gettin’ back in bed.
“I’m happy,” she says.
“’Bout what?”
“All this, you holding me, making love to me, spending time with me…” I need to check my phone for any messages, I think. And see ’bout gettin’ at that Stone Mountain beauty before I bounce. I bet she got some good pussy, too. “…I’ve never met anyone like you. Or had a man treat me the way you have.”
And ya ass never will. “Oh, word?” She nods. I reach over and lightly kiss her on the lips. “I just want you to know how special you are. That’s all, feel me?”
She blinks. Her eyes start gettin’ all watery ’n shit. Fuck, here we go wit’ this teary-eyed shit! A muhfucka like me has no patience for a cryin’-ass ho. “You really think I’m special?”
Yep, you’se an extra special ho. Meep, meep…the short, yellow bus kind. I keep myself from laughin’. “No doubt, baby,” I say, liftin’ her chin up and lookin’ her in the eyes. “Don’t ever let anyone tell you anything different, ya heard?”
She nods. She smiles, gazin’ at me like she’s all in love ’n shit. “I wanna take you out to Phipps Plaza and buy you something really nice for your birthday.”
Now that’s what the fuck I’m talkin’ ’bout. “Awww, baby, you don’t have to do all that. Just bein’ here wit’ you is nice enough.”
“That’s sweet of you, but this is your day. And I want to make it very special. So I’ma take you shopping, then out to eat.”
“Yo, on some real shit,” I say, pullin’ her into me and kissin’ her on the lips. I slip my tongue in her mouth. We kiss for a few minutes before I pull back. “You really tryna fuck a nigga’s head up, baby.”
“I think you’re a really special man. And you deserve a woman who knows how to treat a man like you. A woman who can let you be the man you need to be; yet, still encourage and inspire you to be the best you can be…”
This broad sounds like she’s preparin’ for a muthafuckin’ campaign or some shit. Why can’t these hoes just enjoy a muhfucka wit’out tryna bring in all the extras. Damn! I wanna put the brakes on it, but decide to let it ride, for now.
“…I know I don’t really know you, but I’ve never felt this way about any man. And trust me. I’ve had my share of them to know what I’m talking about. I wish I could put what I’m feeling into words that made sense. Hell, I’m still trying to make sense out of it. All I know is you’re the type of a man I could fall in love with…”
Alrighty then! The whole time this chick is talkin’ I’m hearin’ cash registers and cuckoo clocks in my head. The shit’s hilarious to me. And I’m ’bout to bust out laughin’. But I fight to hold it in.
“…Do you believe in love at first sight?” I hear her ask.
Cuckoo-cuckoo-cuckoo! “Nah, baby, not really.”
“Well, I hope I don’t sound crazy or anything, but I do. I knew the first time we spoke on the phone that I was going to fall for you. And when I picked you up at the airport, seeing you confirmed what I already was feeling in my heart.”
Cuckoo-cuckoo-cuckoo!
“Listen, baby,” I warn. “Don’t do it to ya’self. A nigga like me ain’t ready for nuthin’ more than some pussy.”
“I know, I know. Don’t worry. I don’t have any expectations from you. I’m a big girl. And I’m responsible for what I allow to happen. I don’t expect you to feel the same way about me. But who knows. Maybe one day you will. If not, it’s cool. No matter what, I’m glad I had the opportunity to experience this feeling with you.” Her eyes start to well up. “I just want you to know how happy you’ve made me feel.”
Cuckoo-cuckoo-cuckoo! I wanna tell this ho that a nigga should never be what makes her happy. That no matter how good a muhfucka fucks her guts out, it doesn’t mean he’s gonna be good for her. That n
iggas like me can smell a vulnerable, lonely bitch a mile away and will prey on her ass, and take her for e’ery muthafuckin’ thing she’s worth. I wanna tell her all this, but I don’t. Why the fuck should I? Hell, I’m tryna get all I can outta her ass. I pull her into my arms, kiss her on the forehead and then say, “I’m glad I could bring a lil’ joy in ya life.” I give her a few tongue-probin’ kisses, then slide my fingers into her pussy, slow stroke her insides, ’til she nuts all over my hand. I suck her juices off my fingers, then slide my tongue back into her mouth.
Thirty minutes later, we’re showered, dressed and out the door on our way to pick out my “birthday” gifts. And when we return, four hours later, I’m horny as hell from all the shoppin’ she’s done on a muhfucka. Well, aiight, aiight, that’s not the only reason why my dick is brick. Akina’s been textin’ me all muhfuckin’ afternoon talkin’ ’bout how she misses me and wants me to eat her pussy, then beat it up like it stole a nut from me; ’bout how she wants to lick my balls and asshole, then suck my dick ’til I nut down in her throat; ’bout how she wants me to fuck her ’til her pussy burns. And of course I texted her back, lettin’ her know exactly how I was gonna tear her ass out the frame when I get home. In the meantime, I’ma rock Vita’s box.
“Thanks, baby, for makin’ today real special,” I tell her, droppin’ six shoppin’ bags by the side of the sofa. “This is one of my best birthdays.”
“Awwww, it was my pleasure. And knowing that you appreciate the gesture makes it even more special.”
Yeah, she’s a keeper, for sure. Crazy or not, she’s a generous, thoughtful ho. And, in today’s economic climate, that’s what really counts. I hit her wit’ one of my award-winnin’ smiles, then lift her up into my arms, carry her upstairs, remove her clothes, then remove mine. I suck and lick her tits, plant soft kisses all over her body, then fuck e’ery inch of her tiny pussy ’til her body shakes and she breaks down and cries. And by the time I finally pack my shit to bounce, I got her walkin’ more gap-legged than she already is. And her pussy’s stretched open wide enough to fit eight inches of this dick.