by Cairo
“I ain’t bugging nothing. What you did was fucked up.”
I give her a crazy-ass look. In my head, I know she ain’t talking ’bout what I think she’s talking about. Then again…nah, she ain’t clock me. Or did she?
“I’m not the kinda bitch you play and think it’s all good. Oh, no, niggah. I’ma real bitch. If you wanted to just fuck me, that’s all it coulda been. But, no, you was all up in my ear talking about how you wanna spend time with me, how you wanna keep getting this pussy.”
This ghetto bitch is fucking crazy!
“Yo, c’mon, ma. That was just some shit I was sayin’ in the heat of the moment. I ain’t mean nothing by none of that shit. It was talk.”
“Mmmph. Then you shouldna said it, niggah. Say what you mean, not what the fuck you think a bitch wanna hear.”
Damn, this bitch actin’ like she needs a hug or some shit.
Before I know it, she slides down between my legs ‘n’ tugs at the buckle of my belt. I grab her wrists. “Nah, ma. Don’t.”
She narrows her eyes, sneering. “What, you don’t like your dick sucked, Reggie? Huh, Regggggie? Or is that even your real name?”
I frown, tryna figure out how the fuck I’ma get this crazy nut up outta my whip so I can peel out before shit gets hectic. I can feel the hairs on the back of my neck start to rise. “Yo, I think you need to bounce, ma. You lettin’ your liquor run ya tongue for you.”
She yanks her hands away. “I ain’t letting shit run my tongue, Regggggie. And I ain’t bouncing nowhere until I see this dick, niggah.” She reaches for my buckle again.
“Nah, yo. Chill.” I grab her wrists again. I don’t wanna take it to her head ’cause I already know it’s gonna make shit pop hard out here. I already know this broad is the type of chick I’d have’ta knock the fuck out. And I ain’t tryna go there if I can help it. “Word is bond, yo. You really comin’ outta pocket, ma.”
“No, niggah. You outta pocket for tryna squeeze my wrists up. Get the fuck off me.” She yanks her hands back. I tell her I ain’t tryna beef wit’ her. That I ain’t looking for problems. I keep calm. Try to reason wit’ this bitch, but she ain’t hearing it.
Next thing I know, she’s back up in my lap, straddling me. “Niggah, you the one outta pocket. And you do gotta problem, niggah. Me. You thought you could fuck me in the backseat of your truck, like I’m some trick-bitch, then play me, huh?”
“I wasn’t playin’ you, yo. I was diggin’ you that night. And I wanted to fuck you. It was sex, ma. So why is you buggin’ like it was something more? I ain’t put a gun to ya head. You let me hit it ’cause you was wit’ it.”
“Yeah, niggah, I was with it. That’s already been established. And, yeah, I know it was only sex. So what? The point is, you shoulda kept it real. But, no, Reggggggie, you played me out giving me a wrong number ‘n’ shit.” She grabs my face rough. I grab her hands. Try to pull her hands away. But she presses her lips into mine. And I ain’t gonna front. The crazier she acts, the hornier I’m getting.
Without much thought, I grab her ass and squeeze. Real shit, this crazy bitch got me wanting to fuck her, again. She pulls back, stares at me for a few seconds, then she moves her mouth closer to my ear.
“You like to role play, huh? You wanted me to play your dirty backseat whore, didn’t you? You thought it was okay to play games with me, huh, Regggggie?”
I grimace. Shit! She knows! “Yo, ma. I don’t know what you’re talkin’ ’bout, yo.”
“Bullshit, Regggggie. You know exactly what I’m talking about.”
What the fuck, yo?! Why is this bitch draggin’ the shit out? Why don’t she just say what the fuck’s on her mind?
She pulls her shirt off over her head, then lifts her skirt up over her hips. I try to keep from licking my lips, but the sight of her juicy titties peeling outta her lace bra is making it very hard. I ain’t gonna front, buggin’ or not, this broad got me going through it.
She snatches my hand and shoves it between her legs. “I want you to feel my pussy, niggah.” She isn’t wearing any drawers. Flashes of my tongue darting around her pussy shoot through my head as my fingers find their way to her slick pussy lips. She gasps. “Yeah, niggah. Put your fingers in.” I push my fingers into her until they can’t go any further. She’s mad juicy ‘n’ hot. Real shit. I feel something shoot through me, pleasure ignites every fiber in my body and I feel my own shit starting to drip. I feel like I’ma ’bout to nut. “You feel that wet heat, huh, nigga?”
My voice dips real low ‘n’ husky. I’m horny as shit. Her aggressiveness got me clit aching. “Yeah, ma.”
“You did that, niggah. That’s how wet you got me. That’s how hot you got my pussy.”
I squeeze my legs shut. “Yo, c’mon, ma. What’s good wit’ you? Where’s all this comin’ from, yo?”
She gives me an incredulous look. “What’s good with me? This pussy, that’s what’s good. You and me have some unfinished business, Reggggie. You fucked me in the backseat of your truck. Wouldn’t let me see your dick, wouldn’t let me touch it. Niggah, you wouldn’t even let me give you head. What kinda niggah you know who ain’t letting a bitch suck his dick?”
I blink.
She stares at me hard. Her nose flares. And she looks like she’s ready to fist up. But I already know if she tries to go with the hands I’ma have’ta take it to her skull. I turn my neck tryna see who else is out here in the parking lot in case things get hectic. The lot is empty. I look back at her.
“Yo, I think you should bounce before shit gets outta hand.”
“Ain’t shit gonna get outta hand, niggah. I’m not bouncing nowhere until you fuck me right.” She clenches her teeth. “I told. You. I’ma. Real. Bitch. And, tonight, I want you to look me in my eyes and fuck me like a real niggah. Let me be your backseat whore again.” She reaches for my dick, grabbing at my crotch. “I wanna ride this dick, Regggggie. And suck it.” She reaches for my buckle again. And I grab her hand. “Let me suck your balls, Regggggie.” She presses her lips to my ear. Her tongue dips in, then out. “Let me run this tongue around them balls, niggah.” She narrows her eyes, smirking. “I’m your backseat whore, remember?”
“Yo, c’mon, ma. Chill.”
She tries to slide her hand up my T-shirt. I stop her. It’s clear she’s peeped my card. And instead of dragging this shit out any longer than need be, I decide to pull it for her. “Yo, ma. Listen—”
“Shut the fuck up.” Her lips are back on mine. This bitch is crazy. But she can kiss her ass off. Her tongue goes deep into my mouth. My hands are back on her ass. My hips thrust up into her as she grinds down into me. “You want me to be your whore, niggah?”
I grunt.
“You wanna fuck me, again? Huh, Regggggie?”
She has me going through it bad, has me wanting to feel her heat on my tongue, on my fingers, all over my dick. “Yeah, ma. But I…”
“But nothing,” she snaps, grabbing at my belt buckle again. “Then fuck me like one.”
I stop fingering her. “Yo, ma…listen, uh…” I try to grab her wrists, but she keeps pushing my hands away. “C’mon, chill…we need to talk, first.”
“I don’t wanna talk, niggah. I wanna be fucked.” She presses her hands up against my chest, and I know there’s no sense in stopping her now. It’s obvious she knows. Or think she knows. Shit! Why doesn’t this bitch just say it, or ask it?
She yanks my T-shirt outta the front of my jeans, then slides her hand underneath. “Put your fingers back into my pussy.” My fingers go back inside of her. She leans forward, grinding onto my hand. She presses her lip to my ear. “I know what you are, Reggggie. I didn’t at first.” My fingers stop strumming in her cunt. She looks at me. “You gotta pussy like I do, don’t you? You a bitch, ain’t you, Reggggie?” She nips my ear. “Put your fingers back in my pussy. You ain’t gotta say it. I already know.”
I ain’t gonna front. A part of me wants to ask her how she figured it out. But another part of m
e ain’t beat to know. But fuck! My shit’s hard as hell. And I’m wet all around the base of my dick.
She is pulling at my wife beater beneath my T-shirt. I close my eyes. Her hands snake their way up underneath. I swallow as she feels my chest binding. “Is this how you wrap your titties, niggah? Why didn’t you just tell me, Reggggie?” My fingers stop diddling in her pussy again. I open my eyes. “Don’t stop. Keep them fingers going. I’m going to nut on your hand, then I’m gonna fuck you. You wanna fuck with straight bitches, huh? I’m gonna give you this pussy the right way. Now answer my question, niggah. Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Would you have still come outside wit’ me?”
“I don’t know. Probably not, then again…you’re fine as hell…for a chick, pretending to be a dude, that is. But what you did was fucked up, Regggie. You almost had me fooled, niggah. Everything about you seems exactly like a niggah, even the way you fucked me. But I kept looking at your neck and I ain’t see an Adam’s apple. I kept looking, even when I held your neck while I was kissing on it. But I ain’t pay the shit any mind. I thought maybe I had had too much to drink and that my eyes were playing tricks on me. I was horny. You made me horny, niggah. I ain’t never have a niggah…well, uh, another bitch, finger my pussy in a club, then fuck me outside in the parking lot.” I give her a “yeah right” look. “Yeah, I’ve been fucked outside in parked cars before with my man, or a niggah I was kicking it with. Not with some random niggah I only met at a club. That’s not how I do mine. But you took me there. And, yeah, it’s fucked up how you did it. But, I still can’t stop thinking about how that shit felt. You fucked me good, niggah. You made my pussy whistle. Ain’t no niggah ever hit my walls like that.
“And that’s why when I saw you come into the club tonight I stayed in the cut and watched you the whole night. I wanted to see who else you were gonna try ‘n’ trick. I peeped how them horny-ass hoes were flocking to you. They didn’t know, like I didn’t. That you ain’t no real niggah. Are you, Regggggie?” She keeps running her gums, not giving me a chance to get a word in. “But you had your eye on that lil brown-skinned bitch. I watched and waited. I wanted to see how far you was gonna take it with her. Even though you didn’t finger-fuck her at the bar, I watched you try to pull the same shit you pulled on me the other week with that bitch.”
Damn, why she hatin’?
“I never kissed another bitch before you. But you ain’t really a bitch, either. Are you, Regggggie? I mean. You don’t look like one. But that’s what you are. Maybe not on the inside or from what others see on the outside because you hide it so well. But you have a pussy and clit and titties, too. Let me see ’em.” She pulls at my chest binding. And I don’t stop her. Not this time. Shit, what for?
I let her unfasten the pressure bandage and unwind it. When it unravels from my marked chest, she runs her hand over the marking where the binding had been. Her fingers lightly brush over my nipples. She kisses me, and I moan as I keep stroking her wet slit. Real shit, I’ve never had a straight chick flip the script on me the way she’s doing it. My drawers are soaked, yo. “Yo, ma, I’m ready to fuck,” I say, lifting her hips up. I take my free hand and unbuckle my belt, then unzip my jeans. Alicia watches me as I lift my hips ‘n’ tug my jeans down to my thighs. I watch her watching me.
Then before I know it, she’s slinked her way down to the floor, yanking my jeans all the way down with her. Our eyes briefly meet before her soft hand rubs over the bulge in my burgundy boxer briefs. “Mmm, nice thick dick,” she moans, placing her mouth over the front of my underwear and sucking.
She digs her hand into the flap of my boxers and pulls out my dick. She grins as it springs free. I peep her taking a hand and digging her fingers into her pussy while her free hand strokes my dick. She’s got me mad juicy. My pussy has never throbbed the way it’s throbbing right now. I keep my gaze fixed on her. She plays in her pussy and strokes my dick at the same time.
“I’ma ride the shit outta this dick, niggah. I’ma cum all over this dick, boi.” She’s stroking my shit just right. I cock my legs as wide as I can, my hips thrusting into the rub of the harness as it works my clit.
Oh fuck!
“I smell your pussy,” she says, pulling her fingers outta her cunt and smearing her wetness over the head of my dick. I let out a soft groan as she strokes me, then lowers her head and slides her mouth over my dick, taking me into her mouth. She swallows my whole dick. She sucks my dick like a pro, her head bobbing up ‘n’ down as she sucks and strokes my shit. I grab her head, pressing it down into my crotch.
“Aaah fuck, yeah, suck that dick, ma.”
She gags, but it doesn’t take her long to relax ‘n’ take it all down in her throat. The sound of her sucking and moaning bounces off the steamed windows. She’s giving me some real wet, sloppy head. Her nails dig into my thighs and I feel my clit harden ‘n’ swell. My head falls back against the headrest as I lose myself to the moment. My body shudders as I grunt and groan, then nut.
Alicia looks at me hungrily, licking her lips. “I ain’t finished with you, yet, niggah.” And with that, she straddles me again, reaching beneath her and pushing the tip of my dick into her pussy. She rides the head for a while, then sits all the way down on it. “Mmmm…you like fucking straight bitches, huh, niggah?”
I grunt, grabbing onto her hips as she rides me. She rotates her hips real slow ‘n’ seductive, then picks up her pace until she’s riding me harder and faster. “Yeah, you all in my pussy now, niggah. Uhhh…oooh…you like that pussy, niggah…?”
I clench my thighs, moaning as I bust another nut. I swear it feels like my orgasm is shooting through my dick. She’s got me going through it hard. I grab ‘n’ squeeze her ass, then slap it. “Yeah, ma, ride that dick, baby.” I thrust up into her.
“Yeah, niggah…mmmm…make my pussy nut…uhhh…ooohooohoooh…mmmm…” She leans back, brings my hands up to her titties. I cup them. “You like them titties, niggah?”
“Yeah, ma…uh, fuck, yeah…”
She leans forward ‘n’ nips my bottom lip, eyeing me. “You want this pussy, niggah?”
I lick the tingling spot where she’s bitten me. Another nut is building up inside of me. “Uh, yeah, give me that pussy, ma…” I arch my back, shut my eyes, and give into the racing heat that flows through my entire body as I cum again ‘n’ again. Digging my fingers into Alicia’s soft ass, I let out a loud growl, rapidly thrusting up into her.
She’s fucking my dick real good, her tongue slipping into my mouth. We kiss, hard ‘n’ long. And then she pulls away. Her lips move to my ear. “How you want this wet pussy, niggah…?”
My eyes flicker open. “Uh, shit…” I groan, staring into her gaze.
Her hips bounce up ‘n’ down on my dick. Her titties bounce in my face. I grab ‘n’ squeeze ’em, then suck ’em into my mouth. She lets out a soft moan as my tongue twirls around each nipple.
Thrust for thrust, I give her the dick just as good as she’s giving the pussy. “Yeah, ma, ride that shit, yo.” I slap her on the ass. She’s dripping into my lap. Her wet pussy’s swishing and sloshing all over my dick. And I’m feeling lightheaded from the smell ‘n’ sound of her cunt.
“You real nasty wit’ it.”
“Niggah, this how a real bitch fucks. Now sit back and shut up. And let me get my nut.” She groans. “You like fucking straight bitches, huh, Reggggie? You like this wet pussy, huh, nigga?”
“Uh, fuck, yeah. Mmmm.”
I grip her hips and grunt as I bust another nut, enjoying the ride as Alicia fucks my dick, giving me the pussy the way I like it.
Straight no chaser!
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THE STUD PALACE
BY CAIRO
AVAILABLE FROM STREBOR BOOKS
Three weeks later, with my new laminated membership card tucked in my clutch, I slip out of my apartment—scantily dressed in an ultra-short black
dress with a cutout back and plunging V-neckline and a pair of black four-inch Jason Wu lace-up sandals—and creep my way back to The Stud Palace—the place where seduction and lust opened up a whole new world of being for me. The place where being fucked slow and deep by a stud unleashed a burning desire within me, unlocked inhibitions I’d kept repressed for far too long.
This time…alone.
Perched up on a leather stool in the section of the club called the CockTail Lounge. A decadent oasis, hidden behind thick mahogany doors, located on the top floor down a long dimly lit corridor. Upon entrance through the double doors, you ascend a flight of winding stairs onto the roof with its retractable glass ceiling, heated floors, and breathtaking view of New York City.
Gas-lit Tiki torches and flickering candles of enormous sizes and varying heights add to the seductive ambiance and décor. There’s a gorgeous wraparound bar—where I’m sitting—in the middle of the stunning space with private leather booths along the glass walls and plush purple leather sofas and overstuffed leather chairs situated throughout the area. Huge go-go cages sit atop massive speakers, displaying the most succulent pieces of pelvis-thrusting eye-candy clad in wife beaters, colorful boxer briefs, and Timberland boots.
The CockTail Lounge is where discreet, horny women teetering on whoredom and tossing their inhibitions to the wind, releasing their inner freaks, like myself, can fulfill their carnal desires by selecting the stud of their choice off of ornate purple and red menus, along with any combination of drinks of their liking. There’s a picture beside each studs’ name, along with their stats: age, height, weight, nationality, and turn-ons. Delicious boi treats such as: Cocoa Bombshell, The Smack Down, Caribbean Breeze, Chocolate Pleasure, Cream de Cocoa, Dred Delight, The Red Dragon, Chocolate Thunder, The Incredible Hunk, King Kong, Stud Daddy, Whip Appeal, G-Spot, The Pussy Pleaser, and a list of others are all available for one’s decadent pleasures.
Tonight, I am feeling slutty and bold, sipping on my second Pussy Pleaser—a mixture of Absolut vodka, blue Curacao, and grenadine with splashes of pineapple and cranberry juices.