Introduction To Hard 2 Da Kore (Hard2daKore Book 1)

by Mike Middleton

  Sinnimin looked stunning standing there just as gorgeous right now like she was when I first met her. Her golden honey complexion glistened as she wrapped and gripped herself provocatively around her body, anticipating my next reply. “Damn bae, how you gonna tryina be fuckin’ my head up like this huh?” I whispered softly. “I kinda figured you probably was still mad at me from this morning. So I feel like I gotta to try to make it up to you somehow baby.” She said softly.

  I couldn’t even try to resist my girl’s sassy ass, even though I was still kinda upset at her for coming in so late, and throwing up all over the place, and me having to clean it up. But all that was irrelevant right now as I stared at the woman I loved looking the way she was looking, with that look like she ready to apologize, and I was ready to accept whatever she had in store for me. I smiled at her. She smiled back and said. “You still got company in there?” She asked sweetly. “No he left, but why are you wearin’ that coat? Ain’t it kinda, too hot for that this time of year?” I asked playfully. “Yep it is, but I can tell you this, it’s even hotter under here baby.” She moaned, grabbing herself snuggly. “So how was your interview, on a Saturday?” I asked.

  “That’s not important right, now but since you’re insisting, I woke up late so I called the place and asked the lady could I come in Monday and she said yes. So I went shopping and picked up a few things with the money my dad gave me. Is that ok with you my other daddy?” She confessed sweetly as she moved in closer towards me. “That’s good, and that shit right there lookin’ real good too girl. So tell me now, how hot is it under there again you say sweetie?” I whimpered. Sinnimin slowly opened the coat and to my surprise she was ass naked, body flawlessly flawless. My pants began to grow tighter than her shoes on her well rounded calves, due to the fact that my dick was swelling up beneath my zipper. “Why don’t you come find out for yourself...partna.” She purred.

  “I couldn’t resist, I rushed over to her like a starvin ass refugee and unwrapped her out of that leather coat. I threw it on the floor and slid her back onto the bed, gently kissing and sucking on her neck and shoulders on the way down.” She began to moan but resisted a little then whispered. “So you gonna just take this pussy right here and now huh, without even… “It’s mine, so I can do whatever I want.” I interrupted jokingly whispering into her ear. She gave me playful shove, but I lost my balance and slipped off of the bed and onto the floor. “Oops, I’m sorry baby. I didn’t mean to make you fall off the bed.” She chuckled playfully then stood up onto the bed. I stood to my feet and started to move towards her again, but she stopped me. I was horny as hell seeing my girl acting so bad and lookin so good like she did right now.

  “Wait a minute grease monkey! If you think I’m gonna let you get up in this phat ass, after you been touchina all over those dirty ass cars you crazy. You better get your black behind in that shower and clean all of that up partna.” She insisted as she began to jump up and down on the bed. “Oh hoh, pleeze pardon me my beautiful mon cherie, I shall return shortleee.” I joked in my best Frenchman imitation. “You crazy Korey” She chuckled pointing towards the bathroom. I started undressing as fast as I could as I made my way to the bathroom. I turned on the shower and got inside the spraying water. The lukewarm water intensified my need to touch her. The water trickled down my body as the sprays massaged my back. I was scrubbing as quickly as I could so that I could get back to my sweet treat that was in the bedroom waiting for me.

  I began to rinse the soap off my face while reaching for my towel that was hanging on the shower door. Thought I felt some fingers gently grabbing at my manhood. “What the...?” I grabbed the small hands quickly and turned around, my eyes still shut. I almost slipped but caught my balance. “Whoa!” “It’s just me baby.” She whispered softly. “Oh shit, damn girl you betta say something. Sneakin’ up on a nigga like that. I got my eyes closed, annnd I’m butt ass naked as hell.” We enjoyed a laugh as I rinsed the water off my head then turned around and began kissing her softly on her lips, slowly easing her into the shower’s spraying water. “Hey, you got your panties on?” I asked. “Yea, because I want you to eat them off me, so don’t get ‘em too wet. I took a nice long hot bath before I left. I’m just giving you a heads up of what I want you to do before you blew my back out. So scrub a little faster bae, and get me out of this water before they mess up these panties before you get a chance to taste ‘em. Taste up on this good sweet thang I got underneath em too.” She insisted sweetly and grabbed at my steadily growing rock hard stiffness.

  “Iight then, come on, climb aboard.” I whispered as I quickly rinsed myself thoroughly. Sinnimin wrapped her arms around my neck and climbed into my arms. I carefully climbed out of the shower with her and carried her into the bedroom while I was still soaking wet. Sinnimin’s body was stunningly sexy as I gripped her smooth cocoa butter soft ass and thighs in my hands. We kissed passionately while heading towards the bed. My body was on fire by the time I reached the bed, so I slowed down the pace before I accidentally popped my load prematurely before I got up in her. I got to the bed and turned around and fell back onto it with her on top of me, still cradled in my arms.

  Our breathing grew heavier the more we kissed, and her moans growing louder as my fingers ran through her long hair. I slowly rolled her over onto her back, shifting my weight so that I didn’t put too much pressure on her gorgeous five feet four inch frame. “Mmm, damn I readt to taste what you got on down there.” I whispered as my mouth slowly eased down her neck and shoulders, my tongue flickering lightly against her soft skin.

  “Ooooh, that feels good baby.” She moaned as my mouth explored her neck and chin area. My manhood was at full attention and ready to salute that pussy, but my mouth wanted to taste the rest of her first. I rested my tongue atop one of her nipples and began sucking on it. Her body squirmed and her hips began to rotate as I slowly made my way down past her tight abs. I could feel the heat coming from her well-trimmed passion box as I slowly eased her thighs apart. Damn near snarling as I sucked on her inner thighs, my body’s hunger pains growing for her by the second.

  Downtown last stop, I thought as my tongue licked away at her panties, which were strawberry, my favorite. When my tongue slowly stroked her outer pussy lips, she let out a sigh and began rotating her mid section faster as my tongue eased slowly deeper into her sweet love tunnel. “Oooh yess baby, I like that right there.” She panted passionately. “Mmmm, I’m bout to get all up in this.” I sighed out as I munched down on her sweet pussy like some trick or treat candy on Halloween. Her clit now stood at full attention as I gently and carefully licked and slighty suckled it. By now she was spread apart, so I eased my fingers down and carefully spread her wider.

  “Hmmm, that’s what I’m talking about baby, eat this pussy good baby.” She sighed as my tongue went on a feeding frenzy all up in her. So so sweet! I thought as I munched away at her womanhood. My girl was panting heavily as her leg began to quiver. She grabbed the back of my head and pulled my face deeper into her. “Ouuuu baby… I’m cum..I’m cummin!” She panted loudly while smothering my face between her thighs. Her body began to shake and jerk vigorously for a few seconds, then she slowly eased her grip on my head, eventually letting go and resting her hands on my shoulders. She sighed, letting me know that she had been pleased and completely satisfied. My turn, I thought as I wiped her juices from my lips and eased myself on top of her as she spread her legs wider, welcoming my arrival. My manhood was harder than doing some Chinese math blindfolded as I eased my swollen manwood into position.

  By now she was so wet, so willing and so waiting for me to push it into her hotbox. Sinnimin moaned softly as I slid deep inside of her. Her pussy was warm and incredibly good as it wrapped snuggly around me. My girl is excellent in bed. Her rhythm always right ensync with mine as I stroked her steadily. She began panting and moaning louder as I slid in and out, inching deeper and deeper with every stroke, easing her legs up and slightly, shifting her on her side so t
hat I could hit her spot. She came as soon as I hit it a few times too, covering her face with both hands while her body jerked beneath my strokes. I could feel her pussy muscles contracting around me, releasing even more juices.

  “Dayum this shit feels good baby.” I whispered in her ear, slowing down my pace so I could feel her pussy contracting around my manhood. I paced my strokes, steadily increased my speed knowing that’s what she liked. “Mmm hmm.” She sighed, “Oh Yes Yes Yess Korey hit this pussy up baby!” She screamed. I felt myself building up more as I pumped faster into her tight wet hole. “Oh shit, I’m cumin, I’m cumin babe.” I sighed quickly pumping faster as I felt myself getting ready to… POWWW!

  She moaned and held me close while every drop of me unloaded inside of her, resting on top of her as we lay in each others arms. Bodies drained and exhausted, but very pleased and satisfied. Finally after a few minutes, I rolled off of her and lay on my back. She snuggled up next to me resting her head on my chest with her eyes closed. I glanced down at her and kissed her on the forehead. “Damn that was good babe.” I whispered. “Mmm hmm, yes it was.” She responded, planting a kiss atop my chest, both of us breathing kinda heavy.

  Damn, now I know I told my moms that I would be right over, but I had to handle my business here first. I know for sure that if my momma was me right now, I know she’d understand, but for now I’m gonna rest for a few, and then go over there and straighten Kevin's ass out when I get up. As we both lay still and silent in each other’s arms I heard Sinnimin let out a low snore, letting me know that she’d fallen asleep. So I joined her by closing my eyes, and breathing deeply, and we both fell into a peaceful, relaxing and very sexually satisfied sleep.

  9 TRACY TRUESDALE (Tracy)

  I pulled into the driveway barely swiping some asshole’s car that was parked in my space. The sign clearly states that this parking space is reserved for suite 6A. We’re paying $2200 a month for our condo here and management still can’t manage to enforce their parking policy. I would make a fuss over this right now, but after such a remarkable day at work today, I couldn’t let a trivial thing like parking ruin my mood. I thought as I parked into the next available space and went into my building. Our dog, a beautiful full bred Lowchen, imported from Germany, greeted me at the door as he usually did before I could even get my key in the hole.

  “Has your daddy been here yet, no? If he was then you wouldn’t have to be walked now would you, huh would you Freeway?” I playfully asked. He began jumping up and down by the door. I put my purse & brief case on the table and grabbed her leash and connected it to her collar then left. Freeway guided me down the hall to the elevator. I could tell my baby had to go really bad too because he ignored nosey Mrs. Dixon and her arrogant ass Angora cat. Now who in the world takes their cat for a walk? I always asked myself whenever I saw her with her cat.

  We passed the usual neighborhood folks, like Mr. Lee from the dry cleaners walking his two grayhounds. The Johnson’s who were taking their twins boys Joshua and Jeremy to the playground across the street. This neighborhood was considered pricey, which was probably the reason why most of my friends labeled me an upper – lower. They meant it playfully, but in a way as if to say I was a snob. You know, upper-class attitude, high expectations with super lofty goals, but still acting like I was on a low budget. Well, maybe not that low, but far from being rich, well, maybe not that far either. I make ends meet, and truthfully, if my fiancee left me right now I still wouldn’t be late on any of the bills.

  My job at the newspaper pays me well. Why hell my family thinks I’m rich the way they’re always asking me for money all the time. I can honestly say that I love my job. Even though I do expose lots of peoples’ uglinesses by the stories I do on them. I could personally care less because if they didn’t give me a story worth reporting about them, then I’d have no story to write about them.

  People create their own drama in life by the things that they say and do, and the way they lives of course. I’m just the person that shines that light on their dirt, misdeeds and misfortunes. Oh, and their good deeds too. I’m an equal opportunity reporter, but it’s like the dirtier the news, the more people love to read about it. So hey, what can I say? That’s life, and living with the hand that we’re dealt. I know it’s not always fair, but that’s not my fault either, nor is it my problem. I have a constitutionally protected duty to inform the people of what’s going on in their communities, neighborhoods and society as a whole. Now freedom of speech and freedom of the press may be a right by law to anyone who wishes to express it, but investigating and reporting it is very different.

  That comes at a high price, especially if you want the best in this highly competitive business. So if it’s the best you want, then it’s the best you have to pay, and pay us well. I’ve earned many awards for my articles, including a few prominent stories that helped sky rocket my career. I worked my ass off to earn my respect as a serious woman journalist. Most importantly, it helped me get that big boost in pay I was shooting for. I’ve made a few television, news and cable pundit shows appearances on stations such as Fox News and Friends, MSNBC’s Rachel Maddow Show and The Melissa Harris Perry show. I even once did a segment on Morning Joe. So I’ve been staying on top of things in the wonderful world of politics, local, state and federal.

  Even though my sources are reliable, things can get dangerous sometimes too. I try and make sure that I’m always safe and protected. So I’m usually carrying my sexy hot pink Glock 9 millimeter. Along with my pepper spray and switch blade of course, in case of an unexpected emergency. Even though I’m strongly anti gun, mostly because of all of the gun violence in our communities, I decided to get one after what happened to a few of my colleagues while they were on assignment. So I’m not taking any chances out there with any of those crazies, so my heat stays close and ready for use if needed. Although I have to admit, I do like shooting off some rounds at the gun range. I hope I’ll never have to use it on anyone, but to protect myself, I wouldn’t hesitate for a second, but still I hope I never have to.

  I’ve been in this business long enough to know when I’m in over my head, which is mostly never because once I get attached to a story, it’s becomes like a personal quest for me. My editor always tells me not to do this or not to do that, but it’s like I can’t help it. It’s like I get self-absorbed, so much so that I have to find out the truth. For the most part I usually do, and that’s why those who read my articles can trust and believe that when Tracy Truesdale says it, then it’s the Truesdale Truth!

  I started a blogging site not too long ago which took off right after the day I put the Govonor of New Nersey on the spot in front of the major media venues with my questions concerning the dispersement of funds for some of the Hurricane Sandy victims on the southern tip of New Jersey. After that it seemed like I had over 20 thousand followers overnight. So now I can easily get lost for hours chatting away on my blogosphere about just about everything, but mostly politics. Sometimes balancing my career and my personal life can be a bit challenging, but somehow someway I manage to manage it well. It pays well, so I better.

  My fiancée Sadique gets offended whenever I use my own money to buy things sometimes, and what kind of sister am I to offend a brother? So I keep most of my money to use however I want, and allow him to be the “man”. Sadique always treats me like a queen, but without being too mushy about it. It’s not like he worships the ground I walk on, but he always seems to know how to make me feel like I was created and designed just for him, and that’s what I love most about him. On the way back into the building I saw Paul, the young and extra fine security guard who was stationed at the front gate. He waved at me as he walked up to me. “Sadique, oh my bad, Mr. Parr’s package was delivered today, I signed for it at the front gate, do you want me to go get it for you, or do you want me to send it up to your suite?” He asked.

  “You can have it sent, and thank you Paul.” I replied as I boarded the elevator. Once Freeway and I reentered
my place, I turned on my girl India Arie and began to strip down as I walked through the spacious hallway and into the master bathroom of our three and a half-bedroom condo. Sadique put a down payment on this place just over a year ago for my birthday. He had it fully furnished and everything, so all we had to do was just move in our personal belongings and we were home free. He told me that he had interior decorators coming in and out of here for months before he decided to let me know about it. The best thing is that it’s not too far from my office where I work.

  After undressing, I got into the shower where the water temperature seemed almost theraputic for me. I grabbed my favorite lemon shower gel, soaped myself thoroughly and washed my not so stressful day away. I thought about the story I saw on the news this afternoon about a pregnant teen that shot her father in the face. The story aired almost live on our local television station because the murder took place at her mother’s funeral.

  The teen’s father was a local councilman, and the fact that the family was black only made me more eager to try to find out how something like this could happen? It’s not that blacks don’t kill each other because we know that happens, but this story seemed like there were some unusually circumstantial elements involved here. One wouldn’t expect a child that came from a prominent upper class family to harm their parents. Especially with her father whose political career seemed like it was on the uptick.

  As much as I hated to make comparisons, but hell if my parents thought anyone was even thinking some slick thoughts regarding them you might get the shit knocked out of you. I thought as I picked up the phone and called my editor Jerome. I wanted this story so badly that I began to brainstorm on it. I know it was getting kind of late but my first thought of who to call was Gail, one of my best friends and old college roommate. I thought while waiting for Jerome to answer his cell.