Daddy Long Stroke

serve you up a platter of this hot ass and juicy pussy—the way you like it, rough and nasty.”

This bitch knows damn well she ain’t suckin’ down no dick, but I let her live in her fantasy. I squeeze my dick. Jerk it in long, deep strokes. I decide to gas her head up even more. “You ain’t never lied, pretty baby. I need to get away in the worst way. I’m sick of bein’ deprived. These lame chicks out here ain’t ridin’ this dick right, and they damn sure don’t know howta treat a muhfucka. You got ’em all beat, baby—hands down.”

I can see her smilin’ through the phone. I can’t front, though. The bitch is right— nice, thick body; pretty face; hot, fat pussy; deep ass. She’s the total package. And, at thirty-five, she’s makin’ power moves and really doin’ big things. The only problem is she got a forehead bigger than Vivica Fox’s, and the bitch is baldin’. All she rocks are weaves and wigs. And a muhfucka like me ain’t wit’ all that extra shit. I mean, it’s cool if you rockin’ it from time to time, but then you rockin’ ya own shit, feel me? You know, let ya muthafuckin’ scalp air out. But a ho who lives and breathes a buncha fake-ass hair, all the time…hmmph, you only good for fuckin’ ’cause I’d never wanna wife ya bald-headed ass. I don’t give a fuck how fine you are. You better take ya ass down to the muthafuckin’ Hair Club and get that shit grafted, or invest in a case of Rogaine.

“Good, that’s what I wanna hear. I don’t need to be trying to compete for any of your attention.”

“Nah, baby, it’s all you. There’s no competition. When I’m wit’ you, you have my undivided attention.” My focus is right on ya muthafuckin’ bank book. “I’ve been missin’ you, Boo.”

“You gotta sista over here blushing,” she says. “I’ve been missing you, too. Baby, you just don’t know. My whole body aches for you. I haven’t been fucked right since the last time you were here.”

“Me either, baby. I’m so ready to bust this nut,” I tell her, pumpin’ my dick in and outta my hand, fast and furious. “I wanna put this big dick all up in you bad, baby.” I scoop some Vaseline into my hand, then smear it all over the head and shaft of my dick. I feel like nuttin’ so I decide to speed jerk a hot one out.

She moans. “You’re makin’ my pussy wet talkin’ like that.”

“Yeah, baby, just how I like it. You got that big, wet pussy… mmmm.”

“Why you teasing me? Do you know how horny I am?”

“Yeah, baby, I know…ah, shit…” I pinch my left nipple. “Aah, fuck, baby…”

She laughs. “OhmyGod, how you gonna jerk off and not let me get off, too?”

“Sorry, babe. I couldn’t help myself. You know anytime I hear your voice, I brick up. You make me horny as hell. Oh, shit…I’m gettin’ ready to spit this nut.”

She moans again. “Oooh, I wish I was there, or you were here, so I could catch that hot, gooey cum in my mouth.”

“Damn, baby…you gonna let me smear this nut on ya tongue?”

“Mmm-hmm…”

The head of my dick swells as my nut rises. “Open ya mouth, baby…catch daddy’s nut…you ready?”

“Yessssssssss, baaaaaby, yesssssssss…”

“Here it comes…mmmph…aaah, shit…I cummin’…Aaaah, aaaah…” I cup my heavy balls, pull ’em, then bust my nut. It spurts out, shoots up in the air, then lands all over my stomach and chest. I keep strokin’ it, milkin’ the rest of this nut outta it. “Aaah, fuck…mmmph…” I rub my nut into my skin, wishin’ I woulda had someone here to feed it to instead of wastin’ it all on me. I smell my fingers, gettin’ up from the sofa to wash my hands in the bathroom. While at the sink, I stare at myself in the mirror, flexin’ my chest and stomach muscles. I gotta hit the gym later today, I think, dryin’ my hands. I shut off the water, then go into the kitchen, pullin’ out a stool and takin’ a seat at the counter. I shuffle through the stack of mail. Mostly junk, but a few bills. I make a note to pay my cable and water bills, then toss the shit back on the counter.

“I’m glad you got yours. Now when are you coming here so I can get mine? And how long can you stay? And, please don’t tell me only for the weekend. I want you here for at least a week, two if possible. And you know I always make it worth your while.”

Although I ain’t really beat to be out there more than two days, three at the most, I know she’s good for at least five or more gees, and a new wardrobe. And I’m guaranteed nonstop fuckin’ and suckin’. I think and consider my options, knowin’ there ain’t any. None of the other broads I’m smashin’ at the moment are passin’ a muhfucka any major paper, so…fuck them peanuts they shellin’ out; I’ma let it do what it do. Of course there’s no guilt for nuthin’ I do, but I decide to let her think there is. “You know this shit fucks me up, right?”

“What, big daddy?”

“Havin’ to lean on you for plane tickets ’n shit like that. I wanna be able to handle wit’out you comin’ outta ya wallet all the time, feel me? A muhfucka wants to be able to show you my ’preciation.”

“Oh, please. I told you don’t ever sweat stuff like that. I make enough money for the both of us, and I don’t mind sharing any of it with you. Life is too short. I want what I want when I want it. And I don’t care what the cost. And right, now, I want your fine, sexy, chocolatey-self and that long, black horse dick of yours here in my bed, between my legs, fucking this pussy inside out. I’m booking you a flight. It’ll be an open ticket. You want to show me your appreciation, then be on that flight and come here and fuck me down.”

I grin. “Book the flight, baby.”

16

So, here it is almost six o’clock in the evening, the house is quiet as hell and I’m up in my room, chillin’— kicked back in my boxers, blazin’ a blunt and burnin’ incense ’round the room—watchin’ the flick The Kinsley Report when there’s a knock on the door. Thinkin’ it’s Pops, I put out the blunt and get up to open the door. Although Pops has never cared ’bout me blazin’ in the house, outta respect I don’t do the shit ’round ’im. I swing the door open, and almost pass the fuck out. To my surprise—and muthafuckin’ dismay—Sherria is standin’ on the other side of the door, scowlin’.

Fuck! First of all, how the hell she know where to find me? And, second, how the hell she get in? I’m the only one up in this piece, so I know Pops couldna let her in. Or did he? Nah, dude wouldna let her come upstairs like that. I start buggin’ and thinkin’ this crazy-ass trick done broke in. That’s the last thing I fuckin’ need, word up. “What the fuck?”

“Oh, what, you thought it was one of ya other bitches? Well, surprise, surprise, nigga. It ain’t.”

“Yo, how the fuck you know where to find me?”

“Don’t worry ’bout that,” she snaps, foldin’ her arms ’cross her juicy double-D’s. Images of my dick in between ’em pop in my head, and I feel my dick startin’ to awaken. I quickly shake the thought before I forget the reason I’m not fuckin’ wit’ her ass anymore. She’s one of those controllin’, miserable bitches who got wrapped up wit’ a few muhfuckas that cheated on her, lied to her, and pushed her biscuit in one time too many in her life. So she’s angry wit’ e’ery livin’, breathin’ muhfucka on earth. “I told you I knew where you stayed. A bitch like me did her homework. I asked around and followed you. Now are you gonna let me in, or what?”

I clench my jaw, keepin’ my body between her and the door. “I wanna know how you got in here, first.” Please tell me this nutty, stalkin’-ass bitch didn’ break in.

She rolls her eyes, suckin’ her teeth. “No, I didn’t break in,” she says, readin’ my mind. “I’m not that fuckin’ crazy.” I give her an “oh really” look. She glares at me. “Your father was on his way out and let me in. Nice-lookin’ man, too, I might add. I hope he isn’t as fucked up as you are.”

I frown. Why the fuck would he do some dumb shit like that? Man, Pops is really slippin’, I think, eyein’ her. I make a mental note to check him on it. I feel myself gettin’ agitated. “Yo, what the fuck you want?”

“First of all, don’t come at me like that…”

“Yo, check this shit out. I’ll come at you however I want when you standin’ up in my muthafuckin’ grill uninvited, unexpected, and unwanted. So, again, what the fuck do you want?”

She glares at me. Nostrils flare. “You’ve been fucking avoiding my calls for the last two months, and I wanna fucking know why. I opened myself up to you, let you into my heart and this is how you fuckin’ treat me.”

I sigh, starin’ at her. I already know there’s no fuckin’ way I’ma let her up in this bedroom. I’ll never get her outta here unless I fuck her to death, and that ain’t ’bout to happen. Pops done let this nutcase in. Now I gotta be the one to try ’n figure out how I’ma get her ass the fuck up outta here wit’out her bustin’ up shit, or tryna claw me up. Some bitches can’t handle rejection, and she’s definitely one of ’em. The last thing I need is to be hemmed up