Electra—this little Dominican and black chick—her weekly feedin’, and scoop up a few dollars from her ass. Yo, this sexy-ass broad is a true dick washer. I swear this ho gotta clit in her throat. I never seen a chick nut the way she does by just suckin’ a nigga’s dick. Her throat game is wicked. I ended up stayin’ almost two hours with her, lettin’ her spit shine this nozzle, and gargle up these balls. And as an extra treat, I dicked her down nice ’n slow—after she hit me off wit’ some paper, of course—wit’ eight inches of this dick ’cause that’s all she can take. But she loves this good shit. And she has no problem linin’ a nigga’s pockets wit’ paper she gets from some other nigga she’s fuckin’. By the time I bounced from her spot—wit’ three Benjamins in pocket—it was already three o’clock.
I finish my blunt, then spark another one, takin’ three hits before reachin’ for my cell. I flip it open. Take a deep breath, and dial, knowin’ this ho is ’bout to fuck up my high. Watch.
“Hello?!” she snaps, soundin’ all wired up ’n shit.
“Yo, what’s good?” I ask all cool, calm and collected.
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“Aye, yo, what the fuck? Why the hell you spazzin’ ’n shit?
“Nigga, I’m spazzin’ ’cause you had my goddamn, motherfucking car out all fucking night. And didn’t even have the motherfucking decency to call me or answer your goddamn phone.”
I sigh. “You know I was gonna bring ya shit back to you, so why the fuck you actin’ like I was tryna house you for it?”
“Motherfucker, you was
I frown. “Aye, yo, don’t fuckin’ question me. I didn’t answer it, ’cause I didn’t fuckin’ want to—”
“Nigga, I know you not tryna get cocky. I’ll question you all the fuck I want when you out with
And this is exactly why I ain’t beat for bein’ in no relationship, especially wit’ no loud, mouthy-ass bitch. I sigh, takin’ a long, deep pull from my blunt, then blowin’ it out. This ugly bitch actin’ like I put a gun to her skull, then strong-armed her for her keys. No. What a nigga did was slam this dick up in her guts, stick a finger in her asshole and suck all over them big-ass titties of hers. And when I was done, she practically tossed them muthafuckas at me.
“…And I know you didn’t have no other bitch in my mother-fucking shit, either. I knew I shoulda never fucked with your sorry, black ass. You ain’t shit, nigga. For real! I want my fucking car, NOW! And you better bring my shit back to me with a full tank of gas.”
“Or what?”
“Nigga, you’ll see.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” I say, takin’ another big-ass pull to the head. Who the fuck this bitch think she is tellin’ me what the fuck I
When I finally get to exit 136 off the Garden State Parkway, I open my cell, turn the shit back on, then hit Akina up. She’s this half-Japanese, half-black hottie I’ve been fuckin’ for a minute. And the chick’s sittin’ on paper from money her grandparents left her when they died. Plus, her moms is a big-time criminal lawyer and her pops is a doctor, so chick wants for nuthin’, feel me? Man, listen…this bitch is fiyah, fo’ sho. And the best thing is she’s a certified ass-lickin’, ball-suckin’, cum-gulpin’ freak wit’ one of them basketball booties you can palm and smack ’round all night. She’s flat-chested as hell, but the ho gotta deep, wet pussy that slurps up the dick and gushes like a waterfall.
“Heeey, baby,” she coos into the phone.
“What’s good, ma?”
“You, and all that pretty dick. When am I gonna see you? We miss you, boo.”
“Oh, word? And who’s we?”
“Me and this wet pussy.” She giggles. “Where you been? I called you three times yesterday.”
I take another toke from my blunt. “I had a family emergency. Why, you need some dick?”
“And you already know,” she says, soundin’ all sexy ’n shit. “Is everything okay with your family?”
I sigh into the phone, frontin’ like a nigga’s all down and whatnot. “Yeah, I hope so. But, I don’t really wanna talk about it, right now.”
“Baby, I understand. Just know I’m here for you if you need me.”
“Thanks, I ’preciate that. Listen, I do need you to do me a favor, though.”
“Just tell me what it is, you know I got you.”
I grin, makin’ a left onto Raritan Avenue. “I need you to pick me up in Linden, then drop me off home.”
“Just tell me when and where, and I’m there.” I tell her where to pick me up, and what time to be there, then hang up. Fifteen minutes later, I finish smokin’ the rest of my blunt, turnin’ up into Tamera’s apartment complex. I make sure I don’t leave anything in her shit before puttin’ her keys in the glove compartment. I get out, lockin’ the fuckin’ doors.
She unlocks the doors, and I slide in. “What’s the deal, baby girl?” I ask, closin’ the door, then leanin’ over and givin’ her some tongue action. “You ready to fuck?”
“All damn day,” she says, runnin’ her hand along my thigh, then grabbin’ at my dick.
“Then let’s roll,” I say, flippin’ open my cell, and callin’ Tamera’s ass back. When she picks up, I say, “Aye, yo, I parked ya shit.”
“Where, motherfucker?”
“In ya muthafuckin’ parkin’ lot.”
“Well, where are my goddamn keys, nigga?”
“I put ’em in ya glove compartment.”
“Nigga, are you serious? Why the fuck would you leave my motherfuckin’ keys in the car, with my doors unlocked so mother-fuckers can be all up in my shit?”
“I locked the doors, ya dumb-ass,” I snap, shuttin’ the power off, then flippin’ my phone shut. “Stupid bitch.”
Akina glances over at me. “You aiight, baby?”
“Yeah, I’m good,” I answer, adjustin’ my seat, then reclinin’ it all the way back. “But, I’ll be even better”—I unzip my pants, then fish out my Johnson—“when you get on this dick.”
She grins, reachin’ over and grabbin’ it. She licks her lips. “Oooh, damn, daddy, it feels good in my hand.”
“And it’s gonna feel even better in ya mouth.”
She laughs, puttin’ her hand back on the steerin’ wheel. “You so conceited and nasty, it’s a damn shame.”
“Yeah, whatever.” I laugh, strokin’ my dick. “Yo, you had breakfast, yet?”
She shakes her head. “Nope. Why, you wanna stop and get something?’
“Nah, I wanna bust this nut real quick. Pull over somewhere and let me feed you ya mornin’ shake.”
A cat like me loves gettin’ his top spun in public. It’s just sumthin’ ’bout fuckin’ and gettin’ brain when you know you might get busted. And this fine-ass broad bein’ the good little freak she is does what the fuck she’s asked, pullin’ into Aviation Plaza. She parks, shuts off the engine, leavin’ the radio on. Then she leans over and takes my chocolate pole in her tiny soft hands, unlatchin’ her jaws, then mountin’ her hot mouth over the head of my dick, glidin’ her pierced tongue all over it, slowly swallowin’ it in inch-by-inch. When she gets half of it in, she starts to
