The Kat Trap

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“You ready to fuck me, daddy?” I asked, sittin’ up and lickin’ and suckin’ my nipples. “You ready to put that dick in my tight pussy?”

He nodded. “Yeah, daddy’s ready to fuck that young, sweet pussy.” The nigga lay there like he was ready to dick me raw. Oh, hell no! I looked at his ass like he was fuckin’ crazy.

“Well, get ya ass up and get a condom,” I snapped. When the muhfucka told me he didn’t have any, I was fuckin’ through. Do you hear me? Done! “What?!” I yelled. “You jokin’, right?”

He sat up on the bed, leanin’ back on his forearms. “Sorry, babe, when I travel I don’t usually carry condoms with me. I don’t usually get offered pussy from beautiful young women. Besides, I thought you were gonna bring some.”

What the fuck! I took a deep breath, gettin’ up off the bed. A bitch was in heat, and this muhfucka wasn’t even prepared to stoke my fire. I walked over to the other side of the room and yanked up my bag. I dug inside it while walkin’ back over to the bed. Though his balcony door was closed, you could still hear the band blarin’ outside. I wrapped my hand ’round what I needed.

“Well,” I said. “I guess that means there’ll be no pussy for you. And since you gypped a bitch from gettin’ her fuck on, I’ma hafta shut ya lights out early,” I said, pullin’ out my Glock and spittin’ a bullet in his forehead. His head jerked backward before he had a chance to open his mouth. “Night-night, muhfucka!”

I wiped his ass down and e’erything I touched, then removed his sheets. I stared at his big dick and rolled my eyes. Damn you! I leaned over and licked it one last time, then threw the comforter over his body and snuck outta his room.

Back in my suite, I opened up my cell and called Cash. “I know why the caged bird sings,” I said, pullin’ off my wig and takin’ off the rest of my costume.

“That’s what it is,” he replied. “It’s ’bout damn time. I’ll get at you.”

I said nothin’, just hung up. I glanced over at the clock on my nightstand. It was nine-thirty. “I’m takin’ my ass down to the Gaslamp Quarter tonight to get my dance on before I jet tomorrow,” I said aloud, layin’ ’cross the bed and spreadin’ open my legs, then reachin’ for my dildo. “But first I’ma finish gettin’ my nut off.” How that dumb muhfucka not gonna have a goddamn condom, I thought as I plunged the head of my dildo inside my hungry, soppin’-wet pussy. I shoulda shot his bitch ass in his fuckin’ nuts.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Got ya tremblin’ while I’m wettin’ ya dick…eyes rolled back…face twisted up…moanin’ my name…hands grippin’ my ass…got that pussy heat on ya balls…got ya buckin’ ya hips…titty on ya lips…yeah, nigga…give me ya nut…run ya dick up in my guts…yeah, muhfucka…spit ya shit…

Three weeks later, and after many nightly phone conversations, and several more dinner and lunch dates, a bitch was finally on her knees bein’ fucked down lovely by Grant. We’d been fuckin’ for almost an hour, and he had rocked my pussy in six different positions before wantin’ it doggie-style. I got up on all fours, spread open my ass cheeks with my legs spread wide, pressed my head down into the mattress, and arched my back while he ate my pussy from the back, tongue-fuckin’ me before slidin’ his dick up in me.

He started hittin’ my walls and stretchin’ the back of my pussy so good, I started to shake. And the nigga had me on fuckin’ fire. I was so worried ’bout whether or not he could fuck, and the muhfucka slayed my pussy a new rhythm. His dick game was tight, his slurp game was serious, his money was right, and he was fine. It was after my fifth nut that a bitch realized he was that nigga I had dreamed ’bout growin’ up. He was the nigga I’d been waitin’ for to scoop a bitch up and love.

“Damn, baby, you wet,” he said, pumpin’ his dick deep, fast, and furious inside of me. “Damn, this pussy good.” My pussy was hot, tight, and creamy from the big horse dick he was servin’ me. He was diggin’ my guts out.

“Yeah, nigga, fuck my pussy,” I grunted, pullin’ my ass cheeks open wider so he could make the dick do what it do. He slammed it in me. I kept my head down, arched my back, and pumped my hips. “Uh…mmmph. Yeah, just like that. Mmmph…harder, muhfucka.” His balls slapped against my pussy while it swished and splashed juices all over his dick. “Beat this pussy up, nigga.”

He slapped my ass with his big-ass hands. The shit stung, but it felt good as hell. “You like talkin’ shit, hunh?” he asked, smackin’ my ass again, and again, and again—alternatin’ from one cheek to the other while slammin’ his dick in and out of me. He had my ass bouncin’ and shakin’ all over the place. I groaned and moaned. “I don’t hear you talkin’ shit now…what was all that slick shit you was poppin’, hunh?” I shifted forward. “Nah, baby, don’t start runnin’ from this dick, now.” He slapped me on the ass. “This pussy’s mine.”

“Nigga, ain’t nobody runnin’ from ya dick,” I gasped, backin’ my ass up on him, pumpin’ my hips. I started grabbin’ his dick with my pussy. “Nigga, this pussy was made for takin’ dick.”

He slapped me on the ass again, then pressed down on the small of my back with one hand on top of the other, pumpin’ in and out, movin’ like a runaway slave. “Yeah, baby…that’s right, give me that pussy…”

“Fuck my pussy, nigga. Oh, yes, just like that…fuck me!”

I was throwin’ this ass back at him, grippin’ his dick.

“Aaah, fuck, yeah…that’s right; keep talkin’ shit,” he said, rapidly slammin’ his dick in and out of me. My hot juices sloshed all over his dick as his balls slapped the back of my pussy.

I held back a scream. Oh, my fuckin’ God, the nigga’s dick game was fire! But I wasn’t gonna let ’im know it. I threw my ass back at him. “When you gonna start fuckin’ me instead of runnin’ ya mouth, muhfucka. When you gonna put ya dick in me?”

The nigga was slayin’ my pussy a mile a minute. I had the muhfucka workin’ for that nut. Had him goin’ deep, fast, hard, long, and strong. Sweat dripped off his face down on my back. “Oh, you can’t feel this dick?”

“Uh…Mmmph, no, nigga,” I grunted, throwin’ my ass up on his dick. “You teasin’ me with that little-ass finga.” He grabbed me by the hips, liftin’ me up off the bed like I was a wheelbarrow, then slayed my insides a new rhythm. It felt like he was tryna knock my uterus off the hinges. “Mmmm…oh, shit…oh, shit…”

He was grindin’ and snappin’ his hips into me, makin’ his balls slap up against the back of my pussy. “What you moanin’ for? I thought you said you couldn’t feel this dick. I thought you said I was fuckin’ you with a little-ass finger.” I reached between my legs and started rubbin’ my clit. The nigga was fuckin’ a bitch silly. I started comin’ and comin’ and comin’, squeezin’ my pussy around his dick. “Damn, baby…oh, shit. Damn, you ’bout to make me bust this nut up in ya…”

“That’s right,” I whispered. “Cum for me, big daddy…give me that hot nut, muhfucka.”

“Where you want it?” he asked, gruntin’ and groanin’ and sweatin’.

Even though he had his dick wrapped, the thought of suckin’ my pussy juice off his dick had me shakin’. A bitch loved tastin’ her creamy nut on a nigga’s big dick. And if he ended up bein’ my man, that’s how I’d take it— raw. “Down my throat,” I said, clampin’ my pussy around his dick. “Let me suck the nut outta ya.”

He chuckled. “Yeah, that’s wassup.” He pulled out, removed the rubber while I quickly turned around and took his dick into my mouth, then swallowed that shit inch by inch until I had the head of his dick down in my throat. I played with his heavy balls. “Oh, shit. You suckin’ that shit. Yeah, baby. Suck daddy’s dick.”

“You like that shit?” I asked, twirlin’ my tongue ’round the head of his dick.

“Yeah, baby…aaah, shit yeah. Suck that dick.”

I hummed and licked and swallowed his cock until he shot his thick nut. By the time I pulled his dick outta my throat and started suckin’ the head, he had bust another load. I licked my lips, and slurped up the cream from around his balls, then pulled him toward me by the back of his neck and slid my tongue into his mouth, givin’ him a taste of his own juices. My thing is, if a nigga can’t kiss me after I let him bust his nut in my mouth, then that ain’t the muhfucka for me. And, on some real shit, the muhfucka would never get piped out again.

Anyway, after we finished kissin’ and whatnot, he held me in his arms. And I felt somethin’ I had never felt before. Safe.

“Damn, girl,” he said, runnin’ his fingas through my hair. I wasn’t one of those bitches who got heated when