Daddy Long Stroke

“’Cause ya nasty ass is always prowlin’,” she answers, chucklin’. “Come through tonight, if you can.”

“I might. If not, I’ma hit you up in a few days, aiight?”

“Make sure you do so I can smoke that dick.”

And gargle my nut while ya at it, wit’ ya cum-guzzlin’ ass. “That’s what it is,” I say before endin’ the call. I make a left, then several more turns before finally ridin’ down Shavron’s block. When I get to her spot, I park my ride, then make my way up to her buildin’. Before I can even knock on her door, it swings it open. She snatches my hand and pulls me in. As soon as the door shuts, she has me backed up against it, yankin’ my sweats down ’round my ankles. She takes my dick into her soft hands, then mounts her lips ’round the head while squuezin’ my shit at the base. She removes her lips from offa my dick, then starts greedily lickin’ and suckin’ on my balls.

She stops what she’s doin’ then stands up and opens her robe. She lets it fall off her shoulders and onto the floor, then drops back down to her knees, slippin’ my dick back into her mouth. The way she licks and kisses all over this pipe tells me all I need to know. She’s in love wit’ a muhfucka’s dick. I close my eyes and wind my hips, slow. Allow her to control the amount of dick she takes into her mouth wit’ her hands. The head of my dick hits the back of her throat. I stand still; let her feed on the dick. She gags, but keeps on suckin’, spittin’ all over it, coatin’ it wit’ a glob of slob.

I open my eyes. Look down at her as she dutifully sucks on this dick, then glance ’round her spot. Clothes ’n shit all over the livin’ room. I spot a pair of panties that look like they mighta been worn tossed up on the coffee table. Nasty bitch! This ho keeps a junkie spot, but what the fuck I care. She’s suckin’ my shit so damn good she got me openin’ and closin’ my toes in my Timbs. I moan. Decide that after I bust this first nut, I’ma reward her wit’ an extra dose of cum. Hell, I might as well let her suck and swallow this baby batter. ’Cause on some real shit, this ho’s runnin’ the best damn all-night abortion clinic in town. Right down in her muthafuckin’ throat!

14

Sunday mornin’, I’m sleep on my back, and feel lips on my eyelids, then my nose, then my lips. “Wake up, Birthday Man,” I hear. I slowly open my eyes, and see Shavron starin’ down on me, naked and grinnin’ ear to ear carryin’ a breakfast tray.

I yawn, and stretch, then rub my eyes. “What’s good, babe?”

“You,” she says, smilin’. “And I bring you breakfast in bed to finish up last night’s celebration.” I sit up in bed as she hands me the tray. She has my favorite three-cheese and vegetable omelet, hash browns, turkey bacon, sliced strawberries, and a blueberry muffin wit’ a lit candle on it. She starts singin’ Stevie Wonder’s version of “Happy Birthday”—again, clappin’ and jumpin’ up and down. I watch her titties bounce for joy. Feel my dick start to rise. I’m glad I bought that large bottle of Astroglide and tube of KY ’cause yesterday I used almost all of it on her ass tryna keep her pussy extra wet and slippery. And today I plan on usin’ the rest, stretchin’ her cunt to the limit. I fucked her practically all afternoon yesterday, then most of last night which surprises me that’s she’s already up, bouncin’ ’round like a lil’ Energizer bunny.

I yawn again, this time coverin’ my mouth. “Damn, I thought you was gonna be breakfast,” I say, frontin’ like I’m mad.

She giggles. “No, baby…I’m brunch.” She licks her lips, leans in, then slips her tongue into my mouth. I grab her fat ass. She pulls back. “Make a wish, and blow out your candle.”

I close my eyes, smirkin’. I wish this bitch had a wet pussy, I think, openin’ my eyes and blowin’ out the candle.

“What did you wish for?” she asks, eyein’ me all seductive ’n shit.

“For some of that hot pussy,” I lie, pullin’ the covers back and grabbin’ my dick.

She sucks her teeth, grinnin’. “Fool, you get that anyway. What else you wish for?”

“You,” I lie again.

She sighs. “Yeah right, try again.”

I grin, swingin’ ’n shakin’ my dick side to side. “For you to suck on this dick.”

She rolls her eyes. “I shoulda known that was coming.”

“Well, then c’mere and put them pretty-ass lips to work.”

She sucks her teeth. “You lucky it’s your birthday weekend,” she says as she leans in and takes my dick in her soft hands. She licks and kisses the head, then wraps her lips ’round it as she cups my heavy balls.

“C’mon, baby, suck that dick. Stop fuckin’ wit’ me.” She licks and sucks for a few more minutes, then abruptly stops her mini slurp session. “Awww, shit. Why you stop?”

“We got all day for this.”

What the fuck?! This is the same ball gargler who’s always talkin’ ’bout how much she loves suckin’ my muthafuckin’ dick, how much she loves swallowin’ this nut. And now the cum-breath bitch actin’ like she ain’t wit’ it. “Are you serious? You do know that’s fucked up, right?” I stroke my shit. Let it thicken in my hand. “Stop playin’ and c’mon and wet this dick.”

She sucks her teeth, plantin’ a hand on her hip. “Is gettin’ ya dick sucked all you think about?”

“Nah. I think ’bout fuckin’, too. You already know. So what’s good? You tryna put work in or what?”

“Nope.”

A muhfucka’s tryna be nice, I swear I am. But this ho don’t know. I’m a split second from blastin’ her ass. I take a deep breath. “Damn, baby, how you gonna leave me layin’ here wit’ all this hard dick?”

She laughs. “Easy.” She leans over and lightly kisses me on the lips again, grabbin’ my dick. She squeezes it, then licks the head of it before lettin’ go. I watch her ass bounce ’n shake as she goes into the bathroom. I’m smilin’, but on the inside I’m thinkin’, As soon as I finish eatin’, she had better be ready to hop up on this dick, or I’m dippin’ on this bitch. As far as I’m concerned, she’s served her purpose. And we’ve both gotten what we’ve wanted from the other. Now I’m ready to be laid up somewhere wit’ a big-lipped, wet- pussied bitch who knows howta swallow a muthafuckin’ dick!

I glance ’round her bedroom, shakin’ my head tryna figure out how e’ery other room in her spot looks like a muthafuckin’ pigsty, yet this is the cleanest room in her whole spot. Wit’ the exception of my clothes tossed on the floor over in the corner, and the blankets tossed on the floor, e’erything’s neat and in its place. Still, in my head, she’s a nasty housekeeper, and a lazy-ass, dick-swallowin’ bitch. Defintely not the type of chick I’d wanna wife up.

I scoot over to the center of the bed, then frown. Ugh, what the fuck! My ass is in something wet. A reminder of all the fuckin’ we’ve done. I move back over to my side of the bed, take a sip of my drink, bite into a piece of bacon, then cut into my omelet and start eatin’. I can’t front, she did her thing. This omelet is bangin’.

My cell rings. Fuck, I think, placin’ the tray of food on the bed beside me. Let me get this shit to see who the hell is tryna get at me. I get up to get my phone from outta my pants pocket.

She yells from her bathroom, “Tell them other bitches I said to beat it! You with me, and I’m the one you servin’ the dick to all weekend.”

I shake my head. This stupid bitch. “Well, you better act like you ready to put some more work in,” I warn her as I retrieve my phone, “or one of ’em will be takin’ ya spot before the day is over.”

She walks back into the room wit’ Noxema smeared all over her face, lookin’ like a porcelain doll. “Excuse me?”

“You heard what I said. I want you wettin’ this dick.”

She sucks her teeth, goin’ back into the bathroom. “Whatever.”

“Whatever nuthin’. You already know what it is. Don’t have me smack you wit’ it.” I see I have eight missed calls, and twenty text messages. I scroll through ’em, shakin’ my head. Tamera’s bird-ass is still at it. Eleven of the text messages are from her. There’re two texts from Maleeka. I read ’em. My pussy’s on E, nigga. Come thru and fill it up…I’m waitin’ for you to hit me back. I wanna fuck…

She laughs.

I text Maleeka back. I’ll be thru in an hr.