by Linette King
“Nigga, I’m not giving you my damn code! What's the point in having one if I’ma give it to every silly mother fucker that asks for it?” I reply because this arrogant ass nigga is starting to piss me off.
“TAMIA! LET'S GO! IT'S NOT TIME TO GET A MAN, IT'S TIME TO RUN YOUR DASH!” Coach Gray yelled at me from across the field, embarrassing the fuck out of me. I didn’t even respond. I just turned to walk back to the line, so I can get another stretch in before it's time to run. I’m running against Alexus Jones and Kylie Hunter. Kylie has the fastest take off but Alexus catches a strong wind towards the end each time, and my stride remains the same from beginning to end. I really don’t think I should be running the hundred-meter dash; I’d much rather do third leg in relay.
“RUNNERS TO YOUR MARK. GET SET.” POW! We’re off.
Of course, Kylie takes off and she’s in the lead, but I’m right behind her. She starts to slow down and I pass her right up. I glance to my right and I can see Alexus has caught her wind, and she’s gaining on me. I started running harder but it doesn’t feel like I’m going any faster. I can see the finish line and feel the sweat dripping down my neck. Rashard’s dick print comes to mind and a slight tingle goes down my spine. “GO LEXUS BABY! RUN!” I heard Alexus’ mom yell, snapping me out of my daze and I began to pick my pace back up, but it's too late. Once Alexus passes you up, it's over with. SMH.
“Fuck!” I yell, after crossing the finish line seconds after Alexus. I could have had this bitch! Man fuck, I been working out so hard in between classes, and I still didn’t win. I always come in second! I can hear my cousin, Armani’s voice in my head right now, well at least you didn’t come in last. I always hate when she says that. Just because I didn’t come in third didn’t make me any better than Kylie.
“You did good, Miss Lady,” Rashard said, walking up to me.
“Oh, fuck off!” I say as I storm off in the direction of the locker room.
I walk in the locker room and just start throwing shit everywhere! I’m kicking and punching doors because I’m really pissed off! Nothing I do is ever good enough. I try my best in everything and it's never good enough! I study my ass off for exams and still never get an A+. I work out and train Monday through Saturday, and I still never come in first! “This is some straight bullshit!” I say as I throw myself on a nearby bench and place my head in my hands.
I look up, while running my hands through my hair, at the sound of someone clearing their throat but I don’t see anyone. I’m honestly glad I don’t because I was so close to crying and even though a tear didn’t fall, I know my eyes are bloodshot red because my hands are trembling and my legs are shaking. I grab my bag and head for the door.
“If you want to beat me, you have to be the best. And since, well um…” she paused as if in thought, “I’m the best, then it will never happen,” Alexus said with a huge smile on her face.
“Bitch, did I send for you?” I ask because I may not have won that race, but I will beat this bitch’s face in right now. See, I’m from the coast! And baby, on the coast, if you come for someone that didn’t send for you, you're liable to get that ass popped on the spot!
“Bitch? Who the fuck you calling a-” I punched the bitch in her mouth before she could even get her question out. She stumbled backwards into a wall of lockers and slid to the floor, holding her mouth and nose. Coast folks don’t do no talking. These bitches keep coming for me and I can show them all better than I can tell ‘em.
I watched Alexus for a second to see if she was going to get up so we can fight but she just sat there, looking dumb as fuck, trying to catch all the blood that was dripping. I mean, come on now, bitch! As flip as her mouth is, I know she done fought someone before, but she sitting here scared of her own damn blood! Like really? Get up and fight or get up and get a towel. I back pedal out of the locker room because I’ll never turn my back on someone I just hit.
Once I make it to my little Honda, I head to my 2-bedroom apartment I share with my cousin, Armani. We are both from the coast but neither of us start shit with anyone. We’re two of the coolest females you will ever meet. Armani is bad too, just not as bad as me. Well, of course I’ma say that, but giving props where props are due, she’s bad. See, I’m 5 feet even and dark skinned, not black but um, maybe brown skinned with small breasts and a big booty. It’s really not even that big, it’s just that my waist is small, so it gives the illusion that it's bigger. Then you have Armani, light skinned, big tits, and big butt too, but I mean her booty is dumb! I’ve never honestly seen a booty that big on a light skinned chick. Come on now, how many light skinned chicks you know have ass for days? Scratch that, real ass for days? But then, she has gut. I guess she’s one of those BBW’s Drake be talking about in his songs (Big Beautiful Women). Now, don’t get me wrong, her gut is because of her choice of food and lack of exercise but hey, to each its own, right?
Anyway, by the time I make it home, I’m dog tired and just want to hop in my shower and go to bed. But, as soon as I walk in, I get pissed! There are clothes leading to Armani’s room and I just know she has another one of her sponsors over here. Armani uses men to pay her half of the bills, while I use my refund check from school and the money I get from doing hair in my free time. This is why my closet looks starved and hers has overflowed into the hall closet.
I, immediately, start picking up the clothes they had taken off and thrown on the floor, folded them up and sat them outside of Armani’s door. I could hear the moaning and for the first time ever, I listened. When I bent down to sit the clothes outside the door, I realized it was cracked and I could see them.
By no means am I into females, but like I said, it's been four years. I got all the way on my knees as I watched him slide his big black dick in and out of Armani. Her moans were a definite turn on and I could feel my clit jumping again. He grabbed her bra and snatched it off, tossing it to the side in one quick motion.
“Tell me what you want,” he says, slapping Armani’s big ass, leaving his handprint on each cheek. The impact causes me to jump back, but I quickly gathered myself.
“Fuck me harder, daddy! YES! PULL MY HAIR!” Armani yells. See now, this bitch is a freak! I never know who she’s fucking because she calls them all daddy.
“Like that baby? You like that?” he asks.
“Yes daddy, but fuck me harder! Tear this pussy up!” she moans, as he began to ram his dick in her, causing her body to shudder.
“Mmmh,” a soft moan escapes my lips. I didn’t realize I had stuck my fingers in my panties, massaging my clit as I watch.
“Put your face in the covers and toot that ass up higher,” he says as she rotates with him still in her. He pushes on her back, so she could lower her head. He raises her ass a little higher and sticks his tongue in it.
“Oooh, you nasty fucker! Do dat shit, daddy!” Armani says as he continues to stick his tongue in and out her ass with his dick still in her. I start circling my hips faster and before I know it, he is sitting upright, fucking the shit out of her with his thumb in her ass and watching me play with myself. Once I notice he is watching, I start to slide my hand out.
“Don’t move!” he says
“Ok daddy, I’m bout to come again” Armani replies but he’s looking at me, so I think he’s talking to me, but I’m not sure. I’m frozen.
“Keep doing that shit!” he demands and I slowly start winding my hips on my fingers. “You like this dick don’t you, sneaky bitch?” he says, sliding in and out of Armani slowly.
“Yes daddy!” she says as I nod my head slowly.
“You want this dick sneaky, bitch?” he asks, still fucking Armani.
“Yes daddy! Aaaaagh!” Armani yells as I nod my head.
“Well, cum for me,” he says and as if on cue, my body shudders, my clit jumps, and I rub harder and faster. I cum right there outside the door, watching him fuck her as he watches me. They both cum shortly after, and I hurry and catch my breath and run to my room. A shower is really needed n
ow.
Armani
Yo! Armani Wright here! See, I was the baddest bitch on the coast and now, I’m the baddest bitch in Detroit! Standing at 5’3”, I have big tits and ass for days, baby! I’m light skin with long black Brazilian weave and bright red tips. See, I know what I got and I know how to use it to get what I want. Back when Tamia and I were on the coast, I worked at Cookies and Cream. I was smaller than I am now, so it worked out better. I have a little bit of gut now, but I still can get any man I want. These niggas ain’t shit and these bitches ain't either, which is why my circle is so small, it's damn near nonexistent. My only friend is Tamia. She’s the only person that was there for me when my mama’s boyfriend kept coming in my room.
Every night, through my sophomore year in high school, he would bring his dumb ass in my room. I remember the first time he came in, he told me he was tired of me walking around teasing him. Yeah, I wore crop tops and booty shorts a lot but damn, I was only sixteen! Granted, I’ve had the body of a Goddess since I was thirteen but fuck; I was only sixteen! I hadn’t even began having sex yet when this perverted ass nigga came in and stole my innocence! Every time he would come in he would say, Don’t ever give my pussy away. I told my mama and she didn’t believe me! I told Tamia and she had me dress in all black, and we met at the factory he was working at.
“Mani! What's been wrong with you?” Tamia asked. “Nothing,” I replied, still looking off into space. It had been a few months since Steve took my virginity and he had been in my room every night since then. It had only been two days since I told my mother, who damn near slapped the skin off my face before calling me a liar. “Bitch, I know you! Now, tell me what's wrong? You been walking around like your puppy died,” Tamia said. I started to cry and when I mean cry, I was sobbing. When I looked up, Tamia was crying silently while watching me. She sat there staring at me, waiting on me to finish crying. “He raped me,” I said with my head down after I got my breathing under control. “Who?” Tamia asked. “My mom’s boyfriend, Steve.” And she walked away. I started crying again because I thought I lost my best friend. A week later, I received a text message from Tamia telling me to meet her at the factory downtown and to wear all black. I knew it was Steve’s place of employment and being hip to the game, I knew something was about to go down. I just didn’t know what.
So, when I get there, Tamia is already there waving me back towards the back door, so I head that way. “He comes out here every night at 10:30 to smoke a cigarette,” Tamia says quietly. I pull my phone out to check the time and it's 10:20, so I’m nervous. I haven’t seen him since I told my mom what he did. Whenever he comes in my room, I don’t look at him. I keep my eyes closed the entire time! The night I told my mom was the first night he didn’t come in my room, since it all started. But the very next night, he fucked me so roughly; I wished I hadn’t told a soul.
“Come on, get down over here,” Tamia said, pulling me near the dumpster. Together, we crouch down on the side of the dumpster. “Put your hood on!” Tamia demands. A few seconds later, we hear the back door creak open, and Steve walks out and turns towards the street with his back to us. Tamia stands and it's the first time I notice that she’s holding a bat with rope wrapped tightly around the handle and nails going through the other end of it. She walks up to Steve and whistles once she’s in arm’s length. Steve turns around and before he can say anything, Tamia swings the bat in an upward motion between his legs. She then hits him two times in the face and I notice she has on brass knuckles. Steve falls to the ground with a pained expression on his face. He’s crying. He’s pathetic. I slowly stand up and approach them. Tamia and I look at each other and without saying a word, I grab the bat and snatch it from between his legs. Blood goes everywhere as he lets out the most horrific scream I’ve ever heard. I raised the bat above my head and swung with all my might over and over and over. I hit him between his legs for every night he came in my room and raped me! I hit him until I couldn’t hit him no more. “Damn bitch! We were just gone beat his ass, not kill him!” Tamia said, snatching the bat from me. That's why I love her. We didn’t kill him, I did. We left the coast together and moved to Detroit, Michigan.
I walked in the two-bedroom apartment I shared with Tamia and realize, Tamia must have cleaned up before her track meet. Tamia’s always cleaning up and fussing, but I love her to death. She’s like the mother out of the two of us. She had one boyfriend named Amere all of her life, so he’s the only person she ever been with sexually. But me, I been giving this pussy away to any nigga with a fat wallet. I ain’t ashamed neither! See, some of y’all hoes be in denial but please believe, if you gone call me a hoe, you can’t say broke first. Meanwhile, you bitches fuck any nigga with tattoos or dreads, and that nigga be broke! So, before you judge me just know, I’m living in luxury sitting on this fat ass and even fatter bank account, while your broke ass sitting there reading this book! Oops! I tried it! Ha!
Dave: Are you busy?
Armani: Never too busy for you, daddy
Dave: Are you home?
Armani: Yes. Swing through
Dave: Iight bet.
Now a bitch is super excited because I saw this Gold and Black MK bag at Saks that I’ve been dying to get, and he’s just the sponsor to go get it. See, I keep them coming back because I don’t ask questions. I don’t pout when they leave. I listen to them when they want to vent. Of course, my pussy game on fleek and I’ll suck ya soul outcha through ya dick!
Good thing I don’t have to clean up because Tamia wakes up every morning faithfully, cleaning up. She even cooks breakfast and dinner. Neither of us is ever home during lunch time. Anyway, all I have to do is hop in the shower and get ready for Daddy to come.
After I finish my shower, I go in the kitchen to get my pineapples out of the refrigerator. See, pineapples are a permanent fixture in my diet. I eat them every day because it keeps my pussy juices sweet. Daddies tell me all the time how sweet it is, so it's my job to keep it that way. Daddies meaning all of my sponsors. There’s only four: Dave, Vincent, Zach and the other one doesn’t want anyone to know, and being the perfect chick that I am, I have told no one!
Knock! Knock! Knock! I swing the door open because I already know it's Dave. He barges in, kissing me roughly as we pull each other’s clothes off, tossing them on the floor on the way to my room. We enter my room and he uses his foot to kick the door close. I back away from him and do the come here motion with my finger. He pushes me back on the bed and stands there staring at me, taking me all in. He then leaves a trail of kisses, softly sucking my skin each time from my ear to my waistline.
I’m laying across my bed anticipating his warm mouth feasting on my love tunnel. I can feel his breath as he lightly blows my clit, sending chills up my spine. He starts to kiss my inner thighs, getting closer to my girl but then, he moves away teasing me. I swear I want to punch him on the top of his head.
“C’mon daddy!” I beg.
“Tell me what you want.”
“Taste it,” I reply, and he slowly sticks his tongue in and then goes right back to my thigh.
“Dammit, why did you stop?” I whine.
“You said taste it. Tell me what you want!” he demands.
“Devour this pussy daddy!” I moan. He dives in without missing a beat. He’s licking, sucking and slurping all on my girl and before I know it, my legs are shaking. He grabs them, locking them each under his arm and holding me still as he continues to eat me into a frenzy. In one swift motion, he flips me over onto my stomach and starts fingering my girl with his tongue in my ass.
“You love me?” he asks before sticking his tongue back in my ass.
“Yes! Daddy, I love you!” I reply because I can’t think straight with his tongue in my ass. I would’ve said anything he wanted me to.
He removes his fingers and slam his dick in me, then pulls it out and pops my pussy with his hand before slamming back into me. He did this three times then pulled out and stuck his tongue back in my ass, a
nd I came every fucking where. We continue to fuck for the next hour. It wasn’t until he started calling me a sneaky bitch that I realize he must have found out about my others.
See, all of my sponsors think they are the only one. It’s my job to make them feel special, so I go along with everything they say. The only thing is if they find out about each other, then I’d end up having to find new sponsors or getting a job, and a bitch like me was not taking the ladder.
“Don’t move!” he says.
“Ok daddy, I’m bout to come again,” I reply because at this point, I have to do whatever I need to do to make sure he doesn’t suspect anything.
“Keep doing that shit!” he demands, and I’m confused because I’m not anything but being still. But hey, when your pussy is this good, you don’t have to do much for a nigga to think you’re doing the most. “You like this dick, don’t you, sneaky bitch?” he asks, sliding in and out of me slowly.
“Yes daddy!” I scream because out of all four sponsors, he’s my runner up!