Daddy Long Stroke

tryna pull me into their little bullshit-ass conversation. I ain’t beat. I give ’em some rhythm, but start tunin’ ’em out after ’bout ten minutes. The only thing on my mind is fuckin’ the cutie in the backseat.

When we finally get to the crib, I peep a metallic Benz coupe parked in the driveway. I notice the tags and know it’s her peoples’ whip. The minute we get outta Vita’s truck and into her spot, her peoples keeps cuttin’ her eyes at me on the low, smirkin’. Yeah, this bitch wanna fuck. Knowin’ how bitches like to run their mouths, I’d bet a week’s worth of nut that Vita has told her all about my stroke game. And now she wants to get up close and personal wit’ this dick. This ho is askin’ for trouble. And if I have my way, she’s gonna get a dickful of it straight up in her guts. She goes upstairs, then comes back down fifteen minutes later, completely changed in a purple sweat suit that clings to her fat ass.

“Where you on your way to?” Vita asks her.

“Downtown,” she says, glancin’ at me. I don’t know how the fuck she and Vita are related, but she’s e’erything Vita’s not— thick in the hips, small in the waist, and extra fine. There’s sumthin’ ’bout her Southern drawl that is turnin’ me on. I imagine her moanin’ in my ear. Feel my dick startin’ to stretch. “I’m meeting up with a few of my sorors for drinks, then I’m gonna see what kind of trouble I can get into.”

I look at her, grinnin’. Vita peeps it, then asks her if she has her key to get in. Tells her to have fun. I watch as her hips sway as she walks toward the door. She looks over her shoulder and says, “You two lovebirds don’t wait up.” For a split second I think I see the ho smirkin’ at me. This bitch is tryna be smart, I think, shiftin’ in my seat.

Vita giggles. “Bitch, you a damn trip. Don’t drink and drive. If you get too wasted, keep your ass wherever you are.”

“Oh please,” she says, flippin’ her hand, “I’m at my best when I’m drinking.” She glances over her shoulder at me as she says this before closin’ the door behind her, leavin’ me wit’ a hard dick.

I wait ’til I think the bitch is long gone, then stand up and start takin’ off my shirt. I’m ready to fuck. But Vita tryna be on some ole other shit, tellin’ me ’bout this Italian spot she wants to go to downtown called Brios that has great food. I glance at my watch. It’s almost seven o’clock at night. “Brios?”—I grab my dick and shake it at her—“You see this hard-ass dick? I wanna fuck. The only thing I’m tryna eat is what’s between them thick, bowlegged thighs of yours.” I take off my clothes, then lie my naked ass ’cross her leather sofa. “Take them clothes off, baby, and come straddle up over my face and let me tongue-fuck you.”

“But I’m hungry,” she whines. “I wanna get something to eat first.” She pokes her big-ass lips out, poutin’ as if that shit’s ’posed to change sumthin’.

“You can eat the nut outta this dick,” I tell her, grabbin’ and swingin’ it at her. “You walkin’ ’round here lookin’ all good ’n shit. That fat ass got a nigga’s dick on brick. And I’m ready to make it do what it do, real talk.”

She giggles; quickly changes her mind ’bout goin’ out, unbuttonin’ her blouse, then removin’ the rest of her clothes. “Don’t you wanna go upstairs?”

“Nah, I want you right here.”

“But what if my cousin comes back and walks in on us?”

Then I’ll fuck her, too. “Then I guess she’s gonna catch me wit’ a mouthful of pussy. And you wit’ a handful of dick.” The fact is I want her to walk in on us. Want her to see how I bang up this ho’s back. “Live on the edge, baby. She ain’t comin’ back no time soon.”

She slowly walks over to the sofa actin’ all nervous ’n shit. She scoops my balls up in both her soft hands, lickin’ her lips. “C’mere,” I say, pullin’ her up onto my lap. She nods, pullin’ in her bottom lip. I run my fingers over her left nipple ’til it gets hard. I lightly pinch it. She moans. I tell her to straddle up over my face. Tell her to lower her fatty down onto my mouth. She does. And I tongue-drill her ’til she nuts. I swallow, then start eatin’ her asshole out while finger-poppin’ her wet box. She bucks her hips, moanin’ loudly, then starts shakin’. I swing my legs ’round and sit up, holdin’ Vita up by the hips. I stand up, holdin’ her upside down still eatin’ her pussy while walkin’ her up the stairs.

We get to the bed, I sit down, then lie back, never lettin’ up on her hole. She nuts again, screamin’ at the top of her lungs, then slumps over onto the side of me. I grin. Yeah, you got this bitch sprung, muhfucka. She lays there wit’ her eyes closed, tryna catch her breath. It takes her ’bout ten minutes to finally get herself together. “Whew, that was so damn good. I don’t know what you’re tryna do to me, but whatever it is, it’s working. I have never had anyone hang me upside down and eat me out like that.”

“Oh yeah,” I say, pullin’ her into my arms. I can’t front, I feel like I’m holdin’ a child in my arms. It kinda creeps me out. I gotta keep remindin’ myself that this is a grown-ass woman wit’ a buncha paper she needs help spendin’. I lean in and give her a deep kiss wit’ a buncha tongue action. Slip two fingers into her pussy, usin’ my thumb to work over her clit. She nuts, again, all over my fingers. I pull ’em out and feed ’em to her, then kiss her again.

“Alley Cat, you really know how to make me feel good, baby. I’m so glad you’re here,” she says, gettin’ outta bed.

“I’m glad I’m here, too. Yo, where you goin’?” She tells me she’ll be right back. Tells me she has a special treat for me. I watch her wobble her thick hips into the bathroom. A few seconds later, she comes back out wit’ a tube of sumthin’. “Yo, what’s that?”

She grins. “Chocolate body sauce.”

I sit up in the bed. “Oh, word? And what you gonna do wit’ it?”

“You’ll see,” she says, climbin’ back up onto the bed. She yanks the covers back, tells me to lie back, then squirts it all over me. It coats my dick and balls. Then she squirts some on my nipples, then all over my toes. Now, I’ma keep shit gangsta. I love nuthin’ more than havin’ my dick sucked, but on some real shit…a bitch lickin’ my nipples, then suckin’ my damn toes gets a nigga hornier than a muhfucka. Have me wantin’ to fuck her all damn day, real talk. And I can’t believe this lil’ ho is ’bout to take me there.

She twirls her tongue ’round each nipple, slowly suckin’ on ’em. Glides her tongue down to my navel, dips it in, then continues down to my dick. She kisses it. Licks it. Then starts lickin’ ’round my nut sac, pullin’ ’em into her mouth one at a time.

I tell her to suck on ’em hard. She does. A few times I feel her teeth, and haveta tell her to watch how she’s handlin’ the jewels. Eventually, she gets it right.

“Mmmmm, I looooooooooooove me some chocolate balls.” She moans as she’s suckin’ the syrup up from ’round ’em, then starts slidin’ her lips back ’n forth along the shaft of my dick. “Oooh, this big-ass dick tastes soooooooo good.” She swirls her tongue ’round the head, then licks the sticky treat drippin’ outta the slit.

“Yeah, that’s right, baby. Lick up that precum.” She wraps her mouth ’round the head and rapidly sucks, then lets it hit the back of her throat. She gags, pulls back some, then tries again. She sucks and slurps this dick like it’s a fudgesickle, lickin’ down and ’round the sides. I can tell she’s been practicin’, or maybe her ass was holdin’ back on a nigga the last time I was here ’cause she’s suckin’ the hell outta this dick. “Oh, shit…suck that shit…yeah, just like that…eat ya chocolate dick up.”

She licks and kisses all over my body, then goes back to suckin’ on this dick. Another twenty minutes or so goes by before I finally pull my dick from outta her cock washer. I lay her on her back, lift up her legs, then start eatin’ her out ’til she cums again. Today, I’m on a mission. To take her to the edge of ecstasy, then throw her the fuck over. And when I’m finished, she’s gonna want my name tattooed all over her ass. I reach for a condom, then roll it down on my dick. I lift her up under her arms as if she’s a rag doll, align the back of her pussy wit’ my dick, then prop her ass up on the tip of my chocolate shank.

I take my time. Slow-stroke her. Get her open, then turn her around. I lift up on my hands, makin’ sure not to put my weight on her. I’m tryna fuck her to death, not crush her. She whimpers, moans, and pleads.

I pull in my bottom lip, bite down. I slowly push; feel the snugness of her pussy as it opens. She yelps. “Sssh…relax. Let me stretch this hole open for you, baby.” She continues squealin’ and moanin’. And after ’bout another ten minutes of maneuverin’, I finally get past the head in. Damn, this ho got some tight pussy. I push in one inch of this dick. “It’s in, baby. Relax. All you gotta do now is let the dick do what it do.” I slow-grind into her slit, pushin’ in another inch.

“Oh, shit…oh, fuck…it hurts.”

I take a slow, deep breath. “Sssh, baby,” I whisper, lookin’ her in the eyes. The bitch got fear and excitement and lust all up in ’em. She’s holdin’ on to my arms, tight. “I’m not gonna drop you,” I reassure her, pushin’ in another inch. “Trust me. Let Big Daddy make love to this sweet, tight pussy…” I give her some tongue action. She