Daddy Long Stroke

up my blunt while watchin’ the rest of this movie. I lay my head back on the sofa and before I know it, I’m knocked the fuck out.

34

I’m in seventh heaven right now. Candles are lit ’round the room. Jill Scott’s playin’ low in the background. Cherry’s on her knees, back arched, head pressed deep into the pillow, sheets wrapped ’round her hand, moanin’. And I’m in back of her, ass cheeks pulled apart, dick deep inside of her. I reach under her, play wit’ her clit, then slide my fingers deep into her wetness. Fuckin’ her in the ass causes her to have multiple orgasms. She clutches and unclutches my fingers wit’ her walls, winds her hips. I keep still. Let her push back on this dick, then bounce on it. “Oh, yes…big daddy.”—she looks back over her shoulder— “Bust this asshole open, baby. Oh God, no one fucks me this good.”

My flight got in three hours ago, and I’m tired as fuck. But I had to feed Cherry some of this good shit before I can go to sleep. As soon as we got through the door, she was all over me; definitely missin’ the kid. Again, she tried suckin’ this dick, but it was a bust, so I flipped her over and started eatin’ her out instead. Just as I was ’bout to slide up in it, she stopped me. Told me she wanted it in the ass tonight. And, of course, that was fine by me. I can’t front, her asshole gets hot and wet like a pussy. And it feels damn good. Nah, scratch that. Better than good…muthafuckin’ great!

But keepin’ it real wit’ you, the way she loves takin’ this dick up the ass, it’s only a matter of time before she starts shittin’ on herself when she walks. Hell, I’m surprised shit’s not stainin’ her drawers already as big as her hole is. She says she has total control of her ass muscles. So far, that may the case. But in a few more years…man, listen. I hope she has a buncha stock in Depends. ’Cause if she keeps fuckin’ wit’ this dick, she’s gonna end up needin’ an ass plug just to keep e’erything in.

I grab her by the hair and yank her head back. She likes it rough; wants it hard. And I give it to her just how she wants it.

“Oh, shit…aaaah, shit…oh, yes, baby…”

“Yeah, you like this dick, don’t you?”

She moans.

Of course, you do. They all do. I bang her back in for close to an hour before finally pullin’ out, snatchin’ off the condom and nuttin’ all over her ass and back, then roll over and pull her into my arms.

She catches her breath, lays her head on my chest, then looks up at me, smilin’. “I’m so glad you came.”

“Yeah, that good pussy made me cum hard.”

She laughs, playfully hittin’ me. “You’re such a mess. I wasn’t talking about that kinda came, silly. I meant you coming here. I’m happy you’re here.”

“Me, too, baby,” I tell her, lightly kissin’ her on the lips and pullin’ her in closer to my chest. I hold her tight, then drift off to sleep.

Eight A.M., I awake to the smell of sumthin’ cinnamony and sweet. I get outta bed and stretch, headin’ to the bathroom to take a piss. I wash my hands, then go out into the kitchen. I’m shocked as fuck to see Cherry at the island stove, cookin’. I smile. All the times I’ve been out here, she’s never lifted a pot or pan for a muhfucka. Truth be told, I thought the shit was there for decoration.

“Damn, baby,” I say, walkin’ up on her, “you in here doin’ ya thing, I see. Daddy musta really put it on you last night.” I slap her on the ass, then press up against her.

“Whatever,” she says, suckin’ her teeth. “Good mornin’.”

“Yeah, good mornin’ to you, too.” She cranes her neck to look at me. I give her a quick peck on the lips. “Smells good, baby. What you got in all them pans?” She tells me she’s made spinach quiche, salmon patties, cheese grits, homefries, and sweet potato biscuits. “Damn, I didn’t know you can throw down like that,” I say, impressed.

“I’ll have you know, there are a lot of things you don’t know about me, Mister.” She scoots ’round me, pullin’ plates down from outta the cabinet.

“What else I need to know?”

“That’s for you to find out,” she says playfully. “Until then, be happy with the things you already know.”

“Oh, yeah? And what’s that?”

“One, I make my own money. Two, I enjoy your company. Three, I love riding your dick. Four—and this is in the words of Lil’ Kim—‘I take it in the butt, what.’ And five, I’m gonna learn how to deep throat your dick if it’s the last thing I do, even if it kills me. Now let’s eat.”

I laugh, shakin’ my head as I pull out a chair and take a seat. My stomach growls as she puts e’erything on servin’ platters, then places each dish in the middle of the table. I wait for her to take her seat, then start diggin’ in. I take a bite into a biscuit. Lick my lips, then pop the rest of it in my mouth before bitin’ into another one. “Damn, baby, these fuckin’ biscuits are good as hell.”

She smiles. “I’m glad you like ’em. It’s my grandmother’s recipe.”

“Is she single?” I ask, lickin’ my fingers.

She laughs. “She’s happy.”

I grin, placin’ a forkful of quiche into my mouth. I swallow. “Let her know I got sumthin’ that can make her even happier.”

“Oh yeah? And what’s that?”

“Me.”

She flicks her hand at me, crackin’ up. “You’re a damn mess. Finish your food.”

“Yeah, but you love this mess.”

“Whatever,” she says, rollin’ her eyes. I laugh at her. Finish up eatin’, then go for seconds. By the time I’m done, I’m so damn stuffed the only thing I wanna do is go back to bed. But, Cherry has other plans. She wants to fuck, then take the forty-five-minute drive out to Costa Mesa to hit up South Coast Plaza, an upscale shoppin’ mall. And you already know doin’ both is aiight wit’ me.

After we finish rockin’ the springs, Cherry jumps in the shower. She invites me in wit’ her, but I ain’t beat. I tell her to go do her, and stay in bed a while longer. For some reason, I’m tired as fuck. I doze off for another thirty minutes ’til Cherry comes back up in the room and starts shakin’ a mufucka to get up. I shower and dress, then come out into the livin’ room in a pair of MEK jeans and a burgundy Affliction thermal and a pair of tan Timbs. “It’s breezy out today,” she tells me, starin’ at me like I’ma freeze to death. “Aren’t you gonna wear a jacket?”

“Listen, baby. It’s twenty-four degrees back home. This fifty-degree weather is like spring to me. If you need to be bundled up like you in the middle of the Antarctica, then do you. But, I’m cool wit’ what I got on.”

She smirks, grabbin’ her bag and keys. “Well, alrighty then. Let’s roll.” I follow behind her, lockin’ my eyes on her swayin’ ass and hips.

When we get to the mall, I gotta say I’m impressed. The shit has two sections: the Main Plaza, which is big as hell. And Crystal Court—a much smaller mall, both connected by a bridge. We hit up the specialty spots like D & G, Chanel, Versace, Gucci, and Louis Vuitton, then make our way to over Bloomingdale’s and Saks. By the time we walk up outta there and head back to the car, it’s almost six o’clock. And we’re loaded down wit’ bags.

As soon as we get into the car, I lean over and kiss Cherry on her luscious-ass lips, softly at first, then I get forceful, pushin’ my tongue deep into her mouth. All the paper she’s dropped on me got a muhfucka’s dick hard, hot and horny. I start grabbin’ her titties. If she knew howta suck a gotdamn dick, I’d have her spin my top. Oh, well.

“I wanna fuck you, right here in this parkin’ garage,” I tell her, unbuttonin’ her blouse, then reachin’ in and playin’ wit’ her titties.

She moans. “You can get this pussy anywhere, anyhow, you want it.”

I grin. “Oh, word? Baby, you lucky I don’t have any condoms wit’ me. Otherwise, I’d tear ya ass up in the backseat.”