slingbacks, struttin’ toward the elevators. When I got to the door, I knocked three times as instructed. He opened the door wearin’ a white hotel robe, and his stringy hair was all over his head. His eyes were glazed. The pale-faced nigga looked coked the fuck out. But it was all good. I was gonna make this short and sweet. I gave myself ten minutes to stretch his ass, then bounce.
“Can I get you something?” he asked, shuttin’ the door behind him. I walked over to the window and admired the view. His suite was overlookin’ Lake Michigan, and the shit was sexy as hell. It was a perfect night to be fucked real rough out on the balcony, but definitely not with this trailer-park nigga. However, he did have me curious. I wanted to see if he had a little pink dick with a bunch of extra skin or not, before I blasted his ass. I glanced down at my watch. I had thirty-four minutes to spare. So, I changed plans.
“Yeah,” I said, turnin’ around to face him, “you can take off that corny-ass robe and let me see you jerk that dick while I play in my pussy, then I’ma let you fuck me deep in my fat, black ass.” Lies!
He opened his beady eyes in shock, then smiled. Ugh!
“Don’t play like you don’t know what time it is,” I said. “Why else you invite me up to your suite? To fuck this sweet, chocolate pussy with the creamy pink center, right?”
He licked his crusty-ass lips. The nigga looked like he was ’bout ready to nut on himself. He broke out into another one of his shitty smiles.
“You get right to the point. I like that.”
“Life is too short to be wastin’ time,” I said, droppin’ my bag into the green high-back chair, then pullin’ my dress up over my hips, and slowly turnin’ around. I bent over and slapped my ass, then pulled it open. “You ever see an ass this big before?” I asked him, lookin’ at him over my shoulder.
He shook his head, runnin’ his long tongue over his rusty lips. “No, can’t say that I have.”
“Then you ain’t had no good ass until you had some black ass.” I walked over to him and undid his robe. His dick was hard, and to my fuckin’ surprise ’bout as thick as a cucumber. The nigga actually had a pretty dick for a white man, and if his face wasn’t so busted, I probably woulda fucked him just for the hell of it. Not! I grabbed him by the base of his hard cock, glidin’ my hand up to his mushroom head, pullin’ him toward the bed. “Then, it looks like tonight’s your lucky night. Now, lie back and beat that big white dick for me.”
He sat on the edge of the bed, spread open his legs, then leaned back on one elbow, strokin’ his dick. The more he stroked, the longer his dick got. “I want you to turn the light on over there on the table, then sit across from me and play in that sweet black pussy for me. Let me see you finger-fuck that pussy.”
I smiled. “Oh, you wanna see how wet this pussy gets?” I asked, walkin’ over toward my bag. I dropped it to the floor, then sat down, danglin’ one leg over the arm of the chair. I glanced at the digital clock on the nightstand: 1:18.
“Yeah,” he grunted, jackin’ his dick fast and furious.
“Yeah, daddy, just like that…Mmmm. You wanna stick your tongue in my ass? Ooh, it feels sooo good,” I said, pullin’ open my pussy. “Look at this wet, pink pussy…”
The nigga was practically shakin’ and droolin’, pumpin’ his dick in ’n out of his grungy hands, starin’ at my pretty pussy.
His dick seemed to get thicker with each stroke. He was ugly as fuck, but his dick…humph, that thick, white dick and his fat, smooth balls had me wantin’ to do some freaky thangs to his ass. The thought of handcuffin’ and blindfoldin’ him, then sittin’ down on his dick and milkin’ it with my pussy had me goin’. My hole was gettin’ real hot. I dipped my finga in my slit. My shit was drippin’. “Close ya eyes, muhfucka, and make believe it’s my lips wrapped around that big white dick, nigga.”
He closed his eyes, and in that split second, I quickly reached down into my bag and pulled out my black silencer gun and stuck it behind my back.
“Oooh, you got my pussy so wet. Stroke that dick, daddy. You want me on my knees suckin’ that dick?”
“Yeah, baby. I want them pretty dick-sucking lips all over this fat white cock. Turn off that light and bring your pretty black ass over here and suck all over this dick, you sexy black bitch.”
“That’s right, talk nasty, muhfucka,” I said, reachin’ over and turnin’ off the light, then slowly walkin’ over to him. The only light in the room was comin’ from the bathroom. Just enough to make this scumbag nigga look like a damn glowworm. I eyed the digital clock: 1:32. I had eight minutes. “Lay back and close ya eyes, muhfucka. I got something real hot for ya ass.”
CHAPTER FIVE
Ten a.m. the followin’ mornin’, I was at Hartsfield-Jackson Atlanta International Airport, pickin’ up my rental, then headin’ toward the Buckhead section of Atlanta. I hated Atlanta. It was hot, muggy, and had more fuckin’ traffic than a bitch could stand. I wanted to get to my hotel room, take another shower, and chill.
Two hours later, I was showered, changed, and struttin’ through Lenox Square Mall loaded down with some bangin’ shit outta Hermes, St. John Boutique, and Louis Vuitton. A few niggas tried to holla at a bitch, but I kept it movin’. I ain’t gonna front, they were fine as hell, but they had the game fucked up if they thought I wasn’t up on Hotlanta being the capital for dick-lovin’, fudge-packin’ niggas. Fuck what ya heard. I like my niggas strictly ’bout lickin’ the clit and smashin’ the pussy. I ain’t got no time tryna play the guessin’ game of who’s on the creep suckin’ dick and takin’ it in the ass, that shit’s for the birds. And I ain’t the one! So, nigga, is you crazy?! Hell no, you can’t get my muthafuckin’ number. Ugh!
I glanced at my timepiece. It was almost two-thirty. I still had a few hours to kill before I made it do what it do. I hated when time dragged. I was so ready to get this shit over with. I began to tingle and get moist between my legs tingled, thinkin’ ’bout that big-lipped nigga suckin’ on my titties, and lappin’ and slappin’ my clit with his tongue. I couldn’t wait to serve him a dish of this pussy.
When I finally finished shoppin’, then gettin’ over to UPS to have my shit shipped to Jersey, it was already five-thirty in the evening. A bitch was beat, and needed to take another long, hot shower, then catch a quick nap. I liked bein’ well-rested and alert when doin’ a job. As far as I was concerned, to be aware was to be alive. Bein’ a tired bitch opened the door for mistakes, and a half-assed job. A sloppy bitch was a liability.
No sooner had I gotten out of my clothes and was makin’ my way to the bathroom, when my private cell phone rang. I pulled it outta my red Hermes bag, then peeped the caller ID. It was Chanel.
“Hey tramp. What’s good?” I asked, starin’ at myself from the side in the hangin’ wall mirror. Fuck a J-Lo, Beyonce, or any of them wannabe-fab, stankin’ video hoes shakin’ and poppin’ their asses. I knew I had a bangin’- ass body. If I were a clit and pussy licker, I’d bury my face all up in this fat ass. I ain’t no nigga but I ain’t gonna front, if I had a dick, I’d fuck myself silly.
“You trick. Where you at?”
“I’m outta town, why?”
She sucked her teeth. “Ho, you stay goin’ somewhere.”
“Don’t hate, bitch. Instead of lyin’ on ya back fuckin’ them broke-ass niggas, step ya game up.” Chanel and I were probably the tightest outta our crew. We lived and grew up in the same building across the hall from each
