“Yep,” I said.
“Oh, word. What you been thinkin’ ’bout?”
I giggled, slidin’ the hotel key card into the door. I walked in, droppin’ my bags on the spare bed. “I’ve been thinkin’ ’bout suckin’ that big, thick, black dick of yours, and you feedin’ it to me real slow, then fuckin’ my throat, stretchin’ my neck.”
“Damn, baby. So what you sayin’? You tryna let a nigga come through or what?”
I sighed, removin’ my shoes, then slippin’ outta my clothes. “I wish. I’m outta town.”
“Damn, again? Where you at now?”
“Vegas,” I told him.
“Oh word? What you doin’ out there?”
“I have a business meetin’.”
“So why you talkin’ all slick, gettin’ a nigga’s dick brick ’n shit when ya ass ain’t even around for me to bang that shit up?”
“’Cause I’m horny,” I said, slippin’ my hands in my panties, then rubbin’ the front of my pussy, imaginin’ his face between my legs. I lay ’cross the bed and spread open my legs, bendin’ at the knees. “I want you to fill my horny, wet pussy up with your gushin’ hot nut, nigga.”
“Fuck! You really know how to get a nigga goin’, word up. You ain’t gonna be out there givin’ none of that pussy up, are you?”
I laughed. “Nigga, please. It ain’t that type of party,” I lied, knowin’ damn well in a matter of hours I was gonna have my pussy juice smeared all over another muhfucka’s face, then I was gonna be ridin’ down ’n dirty on that dick. I tried not to think ’bout it, so to keep myself from feelin’ any kinda way ’bout fuckin’, I kept remindin’ myself that it wasn’t personal; that it was strictly business. Then why the fuck was I feelin’ bad ’bout lyin’ to his ass?
“I’m horny as fuck,” he said. “Damn, I was hopin’ to get up in you today.”
“Oh, I’m sure you got someone else lined up to take my spot,” I said, half-jokin’. I got up and opened up the box containin’ my gun for the night, then lay back on the bed.
“I ain’t beat for them.” He sounded serious. But when it comes to a muhfucka and his dick, you can never be too sure. “The only pussy I’m checkin’ for is yours.”
“Oh, it’s like that?”
“Real talk,” he said, lowerin’ his voice. “When you comin’ home?”
“Thursday,” I said. “Why?”
“Stop playin’. You know what it is.”
“Oh, what…you tryna bag me?”
“I already did,” he said, laughin’. “Thought you knew.”
“Ooops, I don’t think I got that memo.”
“Yeah, aiight. Well, you got it now. You mine, baby.”
I smiled, closin’ my eyes and picturin’ him holdin’ his big dick in his hands, jerkin’ that shit off nice ’n slow while I rolled my tongue under and ’round his balls, then pulled ’em into my mouth one at a time, gently suckin’ ’em. Hearin’ his voice and rememberin’ how good he fucked me the last time we were together had my pussy tinglin’.
I slipped outta my red panties, spread open my pussy lips, then rubbed my unloaded .357 back and forth, up and down, against my slit until my pussy got real wet ’n creamy.
“Whatchu doin’?” I asked in a whisper that almost got caught in my throat, pushin’ up against the butt of my gun and the risin’ nut that was buildin’ up on the tip of my clit.
“Gettin’ ready to jump in the shower,” he said. “Why?”
“You naked?”
“I’m in my boxers. Why?”
“I want you to slide your dick up in me,” I said into the phone low ’n sexy.
“Oh, word? You tryna get shit poppin’ and you not here so I can get off?”
I pushed the barrel of the gun into my pussy, then moaned. “I want some dick,” I told him, grindin’ and moanin’. “I’m so horny. Squeeze ya dick for me.”
“C’mon, baby,” he whispered. “Don’t start this shit, you got my shit throbbin’.”
“Stick ya hands in ya boxers and play with it for me.”
“Girl,” he said in a deep whisper, “why you fuckin’ with me? You know I’ma wanna fuck.”
“Take ya dick out and stroke a nut out for me, daddy. Make believe you rammin’ that long, black dick deep up in this tight, sweet pussy. You wanna feel this hot pussy wrapped ’round ya cock, big daddy?”
“Aaah, shit, girl. You got my shit all swollen ’n shit.”
“Mmm-hmm,” I moaned. “Just how I like it.”
“Oh, word? What you wanna do to this big dick?”
I closed my eyes and pictured his shiny dick in my head. I could see the thick veins runnin’ along the shaft of his cock.
I could see the tip of his dick leakin’ with clear, sticky precum. I could feel the heaviness of his hairy balls in my hands as I gently tugged on ’em before slippin’ ’em into my mouth. I pinched my clit and let out a moan. “I wanna ride that shit deep, wet it up with my sweet cream, then suck the nut outta it.”
“Word? What else you wanna do to daddy’s big dick?”
I flicked the barrel of the gun against my clit, rollin’ my left nipple between my fingers, then slippin’ the gun in and outta my pussy. My slippery slit grabbed and pulled at it. I let out another soft moan. “I wanna…Mmm…deep throat that shit…let you bust ya nut down in my throat…uh…then…Mmmph…I wanna ease that long, black dick in my tight, hot ass…Mmmm…ooooh…then I want you to bury that shit deep inside of me and slow fuck my asshole…”
“Oh, shit…you think you can handle all this dick?”
“I know I can. But first, I want you to take this pussy, nigga. Fuck it like you own it.” I started poppin’ ’n slappin’ the mouth of my pussy with my hand, causin’ my clit to stiffen and my juices to drip. I slipped the tip of the barrel back inside of me, slowly moved it in and out, then pushed it deeper into me. “Fuck me, nigga…Uh, aaaah… slam ya dick in me…oh, daddy…fuck me…”
“Damn. You got me hornier than a muhfucka. Fuck! Stick ya fingers up in that pussy for me. Make daddy’s pussy pop for me. Can you do that for me, baby?”
“Mmm-hmm,” I moaned, pullin’ the barrel outta my pussy, then pressin’ on my clit with the butt of it, before slowly slidin’ the barrel back into my slippery hole. The steel tip felt good up against and in my pussy. I pushed the gun deeper inside, lettin’ out a loud moan. “Fuck me…oooh, aaah…oh, yes…fuck me…”
“Yeah, that’s right, baby. Come all over them fingers for me. Give daddy that sweet pussy juice. Yeah, baby…you feel this dick up in you.” The nigga’s voice dipped into a husky whisper. I could tell he was strokin’ that dick deep and hard.
“Yeah, nigga, stroke that dick for me…splash that hot nut deep up in this tight pussy…”
“Mmmph…oh, shit…fuck…”
“Jerk that big dick, nigga.”
“Aah, shit…you want daddy to plant this nut up in ya guts?”
“Yeah,” I panted, “bust ya dick up in this wet, hungry pussy.”
“Yeah, baby…daddy’s gettin’ ready to spit his nut up in ya.”
“Oooh, give it to me. Give it to me. Give it to me. Mmm…bang ya dick in me…fuck meeee.”
He moaned. I moaned. Then we both came in loud, earth-shattering grunts. On some real shit, we sounded like two howlin’ wolves. But it was all good. We held on to the phones, pantin’, tryna catch our breaths ’n shit.
“Damn, baby, that shit was good,” he said, lettin’ out a loud grunt. It sounded like his breath was stuck in his throat. “Fuck! I can’t wait to get up in you.”
“Me either,” I said, suckin’ my cream off the tip of the gun’s barrel, then slidin’ my hands between my legs. My pussy was so fuckin’ wet and achin’ for a stiff dick. That shit we did was nothin’ but a tease for a bitch like me. I was ready for some sweaty, deep-strokin’-all-night suckin ’n fuckin’. I hoped that was exactly what was in store for me later on.
“Damn, my shit is still hard. I’ma tear that ass up when you get home.”
