by Cairo
Prince smirks. “Yeah right. Don’t answer that phone, muhfucka, and let’s see what happens. Tomorrow you’ll be comin’ out to the courts wit’ two black eyes.”
I crack up laughing. “Yo, real shit, son. Ya girl do be fuckin’ ya lil ass up, yo.”
Scooter sucks her teeth. “Fuck y’all muhfuckas.” Her phone stops ringing, then starts up again. “Fuck! Let me get this shit before this bitch start buggin’.”
We all laugh at her. “See. I tol’ y’all her ass is pussy-whipped,” Prince says, eyeing the broad with the big ass up on the stage.
Scooter gives Prince the middle finger, answering her phone. “Yo, what the fuck, Queesha…fuck! A’ight. I know, damn. Why can’t you relax, yo? I’ma be home in a few. Damn. I’m sayin’…why the fuck is you buggin’…?”
We eye Scooter as she leaves the booth beefing with her girl. Jack tells us she ’bout to go to the other side of the club to shoot a round of pool over in the pool area. She grabs her drink and dips. Prince and I stay in our seats. I pour myself another shot.
Prince nods over at the stage. “Yo, son, I bet you that bitch got some good pussy.”
“I ain’t gonna front, bruh, she def caked up in the back, yo.”
“Real shit, yo.…I’ma bag that tonight,” Prince says confidently, bobbing her head to the music and eyeing the stripper as she drops down to the floor and starts crawling on her hands and knees like a hungry panther on the hunt for her next mark.
I laugh. “Pretty muhfucka, you stay fuckin’ with them strippers, yo. And you know most of ’em ratchet as hell.”
She grins. “Shit, muhfucka. Ain’t nothing wrong wit’ a lil’ ratchet pussy e’ery now and then; that shit be good as hell, son. And them ratchet bitches suck a mean dick.”
I shake my head, laughing at her silly ass, eyeing this light-skinned broad, Peaches, with big bouncy titties just the way I dig ’em. She’s rocking a shiny silver halter-top and matching thong. She shakes her jiggly ass in front of a few niggahs, then makes her way over to us when she see them niggahs ain’t giving her no play.
She licks her lips at me. “What’s good, Reg? Hey, Prince. Y’all lookin’ like you could use a good time.” She cups her titties, then slides a tongue over her nipples. “What can I do for y’all tonight?”
“Not a damn thing, ma,” Prince says, shooing her outta the way. “I already got my eye on someone. But you can hook my niggah up wit’ a lap dance, then maybe a lil extra, feel me?”
“Nah, yo, I’m good,” I say, peeling off a few bills, then slipping them inside the front of her thong.
She smiles, leaning into my ear. “Reg, baby, you fine as hell. If you change your mind, let me know. I’ve been wanting to fuck you for a minute.” She flicks my ear with her tongue.
I grin. “Oh, word? You wanna fuck?”
She nods, snapping her fingers to a Lil Wayne joint and popping her pussy up in my face. She smells like coconut oil and pineapple. “Reggie, you know I’m big on you, boo. All you gotta do is say the word and this pussy is yours?”
“Oh, a’ight. I’ll keep that in mind.” I slap her on the ass, then watch her move on to her next potential mark.
Prince eyes me, shaking her head. I frown. “What, muhfucka?”
“That biscuit’s feelin’ you, yo. I don’t know why you don’t get up off ya bullshit ‘n’ get wit’ the program.”
I wave her on. “Tsk. Man, I ain’t thinkin’ ’bout that broad. You know I don’t get down wit’ strippers like that.”
“Yo fuck that. I heard that bitch got some good pussy ‘n’ can suck a mean dick.”
I shrug. “Good for her. I ain’t on her like that. All that broad’s good for is a lap dance e’ery now ‘n’ then. But givin’ her this dick ain’t it.”
Prince looks at me like I’m crazy. “Yo, ain’t nobody sayin’ you gotta marry the ho. Just fuck her. The bitch practically throws the pussy on you e’erytime we come up in this muhfucka.”
I glance over at the stage, takin’ a swig of beer. There’s a tall, thin brown-skinned chick wearing a silver sequined bra and thong and a pair of high-ass platform heels up on the stage, twirling herself around one of the poles. Niggahs start throwing them dollars up when she drops to the floor, then starts doing backbends and Russian splits, bouncing to the beat of Juicy J’s “Bands That Make Her Dance.” She goes into a handstand, then starts popping her ass.
“Real shit, Reg, you stay buggin’, yo.”
I peel my eyes from the stage, looking at her. “Buggin’ how?”
“All this pussy up in here and you ain’t tryna fuck.” She shakes her head. “Yo, keep it gee, son. When’s the last time you stretched out butt-ass naked in a bed and fucked a shorty down real good?”
I blink, caught off-guard by the question. Real shit, I can’t remember the last time I kicked back and got this dick sucked right, then rolled up into some pussy. I shrug. “Fuck if I know, yo. Why?”
“Shit, niggah.” She points over at Peaches. “That bitch ready to fuck the skin off ya shit and you ain’t goin’ for it.”
“Yo, I already tol’ you. I ain’t beat for none’a these broads, man.”
She frowns. “Oh, what? They ain’t straight enough for you, is that it? I know you gotta be tired of frontin’. You spend more time gettin’ ass in the backseat of whips ‘n’ shit, misleading bitches…”
“Yo, hol’ up, fam, you comin’ outta pocket, now. I ain’t even ’bout to have this convo with you, yo. I like what I like. You like what you like. Let’s leave it at that, yo.”
“A’ight, whatever, yo,” she says, motioning for the stripper chick she’s been eyeing practically all night over for a lap dance. “Yo, let me get a lap dance, ma?”
She grins. “Anything for you, sexy.” She cuts her eyes over at me, and winks. “You wanna be next?” She introduces herself as Wet-Wet.
Prince grins. “Wet-Wet, huh? Why they call you that, ma?”
“ ’Cause I gotta extra wet pussy. You wanna feel how wet it gets?”
Prince slaps her on the ass. “Then grind up on this dick ‘n’ let me see how wet that shit gets, baby. Yo, Reg, you sure you don’t want next?”
“Nah, I’m good. Do you.” I toss back another shot, glancing at my watch. It’s a lil after midnight. I feel like dipping up outta here ‘n’ hitting up a straight spot. But I know I’m all tanked up ‘n’ ain’t tryna get pulled over by the Po-Po then end up wit’ a DUI or some shit all ’cause I’m out prowling for some pussy.
Prince gives me the finger as Wet-Wet straddles her, then starts grinding into her lap. Prince cups both of Wet-Wet’s titties in her hands, then starts squeezing them. “Yo, fam, you need to feel these soft-ass tits, yo.” I tell her I’m good, watching as Wet-Wet rides Prince to the beat of the music, every so often glancing over at me and winking.
I pour myself another drink. Two songs later, Prince is seventy-five bucks lighter and ready to fuck. She grabs Wet-Wet by the arm. “Yo, how ’bout you hook me ‘n’ my boi up wit’ sumthin’ a lil more private?”
“Nah, I’m—”
Prince shoots me a look, cutting me off. “Relax, son. I got this.” I shake my head, filling my shot glass with more Remy. Truth is I could use a good dick suck, and maybe some ass. “So what’s good, ma? We freakin’?”
She looks over at me, then back at Prince. “It’s fifty for the first fifteen minutes.”
Prince flashes her a knot of paper. “I’m tryna wear that ass out. That shit you talkin’ ain’t shit.”
She smiles. “Give me like five minutes,” she replies, leaning into Prince’s ear and whispering. Prince slaps her on the ass, opening and closing her legs. Judging by the way Prince is grabbing at her dick I know Wet-Wet musta said something mad nasty to her.
Prince nods. “Yeah, a’ight. Don’t be frontin’ either, yo.”
“I don’t front, boo. I do what I do. I’ll be back in a few to show ‘n’ prove.” We both eye her as she walks off, her fatty bouncing ‘
n’ swaying as she moves through the crowd.
“Word is bond, yo. Her ass is softer than muhfuckin’ cotton. We ’bout to bust that shit wide open, yo.”
“Nah, fam. I ain’t tryna fuck that broad, yo. I tol’ you, I’m good.”
“Fuck outta here wit’ that dumb shit, yo. You ain’t good, niggah. Lyin’ muhfucka. Don’t front, niggah. You not about to sit here ‘n’ gee me, son. You wanna fuck, don’t you?”
I laugh. “Yo, niggah, you funny as hell.”
“Funny hell, muhfucka. I know you miss havin’ a pretty bitch down on her knees sucking ya dick. Tell me you don’t miss that shit, yo.”
I frown. “Muhfucka, I get my shit sucked.”
She gives me a “yeah right” look. “When, niggah? When you ain’t somewhere lurkin’ around tryna scheme on some straight pussy? When’s the last time any of them bitches sucked ya shit, yo?”
I shift in my seat, tossing back another shot. “I don’t know. It’s been a minute.”
She laughs.
“Yo, I ain’t tryna hear that shit.”
“Whatever, son. Riddle me this: Why them straight bitches ain’t suckin’ ya shit?” She snaps her fingers. “Oh, wait. That’s right. They don’t know you ain’t no real niggah.” She starts laughing.
“Yo, suck my dick, niggah.”
“Hahaha! You too busy eatin’ the pussy from the back, then runnin’ ya dick up in it. Yo, real shit. Ya shit’s s’posed to stay wet, niggah. You s’posed to have a few cock-washers on ya team at all times. You gettin’ you some ass tonight…on me. I’m let you hit that shit, first, then I’ma sink this dick way up in that shit, while you knock them tonsils out.”
I laugh. “Yo, you wild as hell.”
“Nah, muhfucka. I’m horny as fuck. I’m tryna get this dick wet. And you need to stop frontin’ and get wit’ the program and come let this bitch wet yours, too.”
Twenty minutes later, I’m standing with my hands on my hips, my jeans wrapped around my ankles and my dick hanging outta the slit of my boxers as Wet-Wet is down on her knees spinning my top while Prince is on her knees in back of her eating her pussy. Prince is naked from the waist down, her Timbs still on her feet.
“Yeah, ma, suck that dick,” I say, dipping at the knees ‘n’ thrusting my hips. “Yo like that shit, yo?” she grunts, taking my cock deeper into her mouth, then pulling it out and licking on it. “Spit on that shit, yo.”
Wet-Wet spits on my dick, then licks around the base of it while jacking me off. She moans. She grabs my ass, pulling into her, my crotch against her face, the base of my cock rapidly pressing up against my clit as she takes me deep into her throat.
Prince stands up, her fingers now replace her tongue, pumping in Wet-Wet’s pussy. “Yo, word is bond, fam, this bitch’s pussy is mad juicy, yo.” Prince slaps her ass cheeks. “Yo, you ready for this dick?”
“Mmmph. Uhhh…”
“Yeah, I know you want this big-ass dick, yo. I’ma give it to you real good, too.”
I eye Prince as she pulls open Wet-Wet’s ass and sinks her dick into her pussy. She grunts, sucking my dick faster and harder.
I groan as my clit and cock are being worked simultaneously. “Oh, shit.”
Prince grins. “Yeah, muhfucka. I see she suckin’ the shit outta that dick, ain’t she? See, niggah. I knew you needed that dry-ass dick wet.” She laughs.
“Fuck outta here, muhfucka,” I say, grunting as Wet-Wet grabs me by the ass, pulling me deeper into her, my crotch against her face, the base of my cock pressing feverishly against my clit as she takes me down in her throat. She’s sucking mad fast and hard, pulling it outta her throat every so often so she can spit on it, then take it back into her mouth. Her hand around the lower part of the shaft, she presses the base tight against my clit causing the right amount of friction to take me to the edge. “Oh, shit. Goddamn, yo. Word is bond. This ho’s a freak. She can suck a mean dick.”
Prince laughs. “You like that shit, son?”
“Aaah, shit. I’ma ’bout to nut, yo.”
Prince grunts. “Yeah, muhfucka, get that nut, yo. You ’bout to spit that shit, yo?”
“Hellz yeah…aaah, fuck!”
Prince grabs Wet-Wet by the hips, pounding into her, giving this ho the fucking of her life. Wet-Wet moans. “Yeah, you got some nice wet pussy, ma. Got my dick slidin’ in ‘n’ outta that shit. Freaky-ass bitch. Aaaah, fuck, yeah…”
The room is flooded with the sounds of slurping, moaning, grunting, and groaning. The air is thick with her musky excitement. Shit, maybe it’s coming from all three of us. Fuck if I know. All I know is, I’m mad horny. And this bitch is spit shining and sucking my dick like it’s the last dick she’s ever gonna suck.
Prince pulls her dick outta Wet-Wet’s pussy, then drops to her knees ‘n’ starts eating her out. The way she’s moaning and wriggling her ass, Prince must be tonguing the fuck outta her with that long-ass tongue of hers. Her shit’s so long she can touch her chin and the tip of her nose with it. Bitches stay braggin’ about her tongue-work. And this lil freak’s gonna be yapping her jaws about it, too.
“Yo, Prince, tear that shit, yo,” I urge. “Is it good, fam?”
Prince lifts up. Her lips shiny from Wet-Wet’s cunt-glaze. “Hell, yeah, yo. This muthafuckin’ shit’s mad juicy, yo. I’m ready to put this dick back up in this shit.”
Prince stands up and pulls open Wet-Wet’s ass cheeks, then plunges her dick back in. Raw. Real shit, yo. Prince is a wild-ass muhfucka. She stay fucking bitches without using condoms. Wet-Wet gasps, inching forward. “Hell, nah, get yo’ freak-ass back here. Take this shit, yo. Ain’t no need in tryna run from this dick.” She locks her arms around Wet-Wet’s waist and starts speed fucking her, pounding the shit outta her.
“Yo, stick ya finger in her ass, yo,” I rasp, staring over at Prince, feeling another nut building up inside of me. Wet-Wet’s hands are squeezing my ass. Her soft hands feel good on my skin. Slowly, one of her hands glides along my crack. I usually don’t let broads fuck wit’ my asshole, but tonight I’m caught up in the moment and ready to flow wit’ whatever pops off. She eases a fingertip over my hole, then presses in. “Oooh, yeah.” I grab her by the head, and thrust. My ass cheeks clenching her hand.
“Yo, fam, you should bend over ‘n’ let this freaky bitch tongue that ass out for you.” Prince slams into her pussy. “You wanna lick my boi’s hole out? You wanna give my niggah some of that tongue work, don’t you, baby?”
The only thing Wet-Wet can do is grunt since her mouth is stuffed wit’ my dick. Prince eggs me on, and I give in to the moment, turning around, bending over and letting her tongue-fuck my asshole. I jack my dick as her tongue goes in ‘n’ outta my hole, then makes wet circles ’round it. My breath quickens. Real shit, yo. If I had a set a balls right now they’d be mad tight wit’ excitement. I’m so ready to bust.
By the time I roll the condom over my dick and get up in her, the base of my dick is soaked from my own juices. Wet-Wet’s cunt is mad messy and wet from her cum. I’m stroking her walls nice and slow, deep thrusting and snapping my hips into her. Her pussy’s deep as hell and she’s handling the thick eight-inches I’m pushing up in her guts with mad ease. She bucks her hips as she coats my dick with her juices, grunting and groaning while she sucking Prince’s cunt-soaked dick.
“Yeah, bitch, suck that shit, yo. Word is bond. Gag, bitch.”
Prince is holding her by the back of the head, face-fucking her while I’m hitting her walls. All you hear is gurgling. Prince eyes me, smirking. “Yo, son, that shit’s good, right?”
“Uh, hell yeah. This shit’s real wet, yo.” I slap her on the ass.
“I tol’ you this bitch was gonna have some good-ass pussy! Tear that shit up, yo.”
Wet-Wet’s moans get louder as I speed-fuck her pussy, sticking a finger into her asshole. She reaches in back of her and pulls open her ass cheeks, giving more access to her sopping wet cunt as she gives Prince hands-free throat work. I stare at my
cum-coated dick as it rapidly disappears in ‘n’ outta her. The lips of her pussy slap and stick against my thick dick.
“Uhh…uhhh…ooooh…”
“Yeah, you like that dick, don’t you?” Prince asks, pulling her cock outta her throat, then slapping her wet mouth with it. “You like the way my boi’s fuckin’ that juicy-ass pussy, yo?”
She grunts.
“Damn, son, you tearin’ that shit up. See. I tol’ ya ass you needed some pussy, niggah.”
I shut my eyes ‘n’ try’n block Prince out. Try to imagine fucking some random straight broad who doesn’t know that I’m a stud boi. A’ight, a’ight…real shit, I get off on deceiving bitches. There’s something about not being clocked that really excites me, gets my juices flowin’. It’s like having an adrenaline rush so powerful that ya heart practically stops beating, then skips two beats before it stops again.
“Yeah, bitch,” I grunt, slamming my hips into her. “Take this dick. Uh, shit…”
I bang her guts up for another ten minutes or so, then pull my dick out leaving her sloshy hole stretched ‘n’ soppy. I finger her pussy. I can feel her getting wetter with each stroke. For some reason, I wanna eat her pussy. My mouth starts to salivate anticipating rolling my tongue up in her ‘n’ tasting her. I tease her pussy with my finger until I can no longer hold out from plunging my tongue into her juices.
A few seconds later, I’m squatting down and grabbing her by the hips, pressing my face into her ass, pulling open her cheeks, then darting my tongue into her tight, moist hole. It puckers. I flick my tongue over it, back and forth, up and down, then zigzag it from side to side. I reach for her clit and pinch it as I’m tonguing her ass. I slip a finger into the back of her pussy. Her juices splash out onto my hand.