Daddy Long Stroke

“That’s nice,” I say, slippin’ my hand between her legs. She’s already wet. The bitch probably lay in bed playin’ in her box before prancin’ her ass up in here.

“Why are you fuckin’ her?”

Let me find out this freak’s hatin’. I untie her robe, push it back and watch it fall off her shoulders. “For the same reason I’ma ’bout to fuck you. I love pussy.” As I’m up on her, she kinda reminds me of this ho, Tammy, I fucked a few years ago. Same body type— thick cornbread hips, Duncan Hines booty, and juicy, ripe melon titties; same golden skin tone, but hopefully she doesn’t have the same breath. ’Cause, man, listen…that bitch’s breath smelled like she gulped down a bucket of hot shit. I remember her askin’ me while I was fuckin’ her from the back why I wouldn’t kiss her. I told her, “’Cause yo’ stankin’ ass is a walkin’ slosh bucket. And a nigga like me ain’t kissin’ no bitch who smells like she’s been suckin’ on week-old chitlin’s.” She tried to act like she was offended—like I gave a fuck, talkin’ ’bout get off of her. So I pulled my dick outta her, then told her to take her funky ass on home and gargle wit’ some bleach.

Fuckin’ this bird’s gonna be easier than I thought. I reach between this ho’s legs. Play wit’ her clit. Stir up her juices, slidin’ my finger into her slit. She moans again. I lift her up into my arms and carry her over to Vita’s bed. Yeah, I’ma fuck her on the same sticky sheets I fucked Vita on. That’s what the fuck she gets for trustin’ another ho, blood or not, in her house when there’s a man around. You never leave a single, horny bitch alone with’ a muhfucka wit’ a dick, ’cause nine times outta ten she’s gonna fuck him. Obviously, Vita’s dumb ass didn’t get the memo.

“So you gonna let me get up in this fuck-box, or not?”

She grabs my dick, squeezes and strokes it. “Damn.”

“You like how that shit feels, don’t you?” She nods her head. I tell her to get up on the bed. She does. She lies back, spreads open her legs. Waits for me to roll a condom on, then bends at the knees.

“Don’t hurt me too bad with that big-ass dick.”

This scandalous bitch, I think, slappin’ my dick up against her clit and hole, is outta control. I beat her twat up ’til it turns red, then push the head in. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ma take it nice ’n slow, then beat it up just right.” She gasps. Her eyes roll up in the back of her head. And then I stretch her insides ’til a muhfucka’s balls are deep in her. I rock her box ’til she begs and pleads for a muhfucka to nut; ’til she screams out my name and cries out in agony mixed wit’ pleasure. I flip her over on her stomach, slide my dick back in her, then ride her ass ’til she passes out. When I’m finally done guttin’ that back out, her messy ass lies here for almost ten minutes, tryna get her mind right before gettin’ up and limpin’ her bare ass back to the guest room, closin’ the door behind her. I stretch out in the middle of the bed, thinkin’, Bitches ain’t shit! Then fall off to sleep on sticky, wet sheets.

“Hey, sleephead,” Vita says, shakin’ me.

I open my eyes, wipe the slob from my mouth, stretchin’. “Oh, damn. What time is it?”

“It’s almost one o’clock. I can’t believe you’re still in bed. You must have been exhausted.”

“Yeah, ya little ass wore me out last night,” I lie, watchin’ her go over to her closet. It looks like she’s limpin’, too. I smile. “Yo, baby, you aiight?”

She giggles, removin’ her clothes. “Mmmph, yeah, I’m okay. I’m sore, but I’m not complaining. Last night you put it on me like no other. I can’t even lie. It was the best sex I’ve ever had. But I’m paying for it now. Mmmph. I can still feel you throbbing inside of me.”

I stare at her fatty bunched up in her green panties, then down at her stumpy legs. I still can’t believe I’m actually fuckin’ this broad. That I had her legs pinned back plowin’ this steel up in her. I should feel guilty as hell pushin’ this dick up in her the way I did last night, but I don’t. If it was hurtin’ her, she took it like a true warrior. I gotta admit, I kinda admire the ho for that. “You know daddy tryna get you used to handlin’ this dick.”

She laughs. “And you’re doing a good job at it.” She slips into a pair of sweat pants, then pulls a white tee shirt over her head. “I see Naomi’s still knocked out, too.”

Her slutty ass just oughta be. I get outta bed, head toward the bathroom. “Oh, word? I didn’t know she was here.”

“Well, she didn’t get back up in here until almost four o’clock this morning. I tell you, that girl loves to have a good time. She’d party all night, seven days a week, if she could.”

“Oh, word? She likes to get it in like that?”

“Unh-uh,” she says, laughin’. “That girl loves a good time.”

No, what that bitch loves is good dick. “I bet she does,” I say.

“Did you eat anything?”

“Nah.” I tell her the last thing I ate was her.

She giggles. “Well, what else would you like to eat? We can go out if you want, or I can pick up something at the store and cook.” I tell her I’d rather go out. “Okay, cool. We can go down to Atlantic Station and eat at Boneheads. It’s a nice spot and they serve a lot of grilled fish and chicken dishes.”

“Sounds good to me,” I say as I’m brushin’ my teeth. I turn on the shower. “Let me jump in the shower real quick, then we can bounce.”

“Okay. I’m gonna see if Naomi wants to come, too. Do you mind?”

I smirk. “Nah, baby, it’s all good. She seems like real cool peeps.”

“Yeah, she is. Out of all my cousins, she’s my favorite. She’ll do anything for me.”

Yeah, even freak a nigga you fuckin’ in ya bed. Tramp ass! “Sounds like you got a lotta love for her.”

She smiles wide. “I do. She’s my heart.”

Now what the fuck is a muhfucka ’posed to say after hearin’ that shit? Not a damn thing! Who am I to bust her lil’ bubble? No one, so I’ma let her keep on thinkin’ that that ho in the other room is e’erything she thinks she is. I should get this silly bitch to suck her heart’s pussy juice from ’round my balls.

“Ten…nine…eight…seven…six…five…four…three…two…one: Haaaaaaappy New Year!” Vita shouts, raisin’ her champagne glass up in the air. She plants a juicy kiss on my lips. I part my lips and let her slip her tongue into my mouth. I squeeze her fat ass, then slip my hand up under her and start playin’ ’round the outer edges of her puffy pussy while twirlin’ my tongue ’round hers.

Damn, I can’t believe another year has come and gone. Oh-nine is here. And, I’m ringin’ it in wit’ a muthafuckin’ “little person.” Who woulda thought? But like they say: Out wit’ the old, and in wit’ the new. That means, good-bye, old pussy—well, good riddance to most of it. And hello, new!

I can’t wait to blow this joint. “Happy New Year to you, too, baby,” I say, fnally unlockin’ my lips from hers.

She smiles at me, reachin’ for her flute of champagne. I watch her as she takes another sip. The bitch done drank almost the whole bottle. But she’s kept her nose away from the white lines. Well, as far as a muhfucka knows. “The past year has been full of blessings,” she says, wipin’ the left corner of her mouth wit’ her thumb. “And meeting you has been one of them. I can’t begin to tell you how much I have enjoyed spending time with you and getting to know you. It has meant a lot to me…”

Cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo!

“Now, before you say anything, I know you don’t have the same kind of feelings for me that I have for you, and I don’t expect you to. But I do hope that the New Year allows you to open your mind and your heart to the idea of new possibilities.”

Yeah, the possibility of you becomin’ a certified pain in the ass, I think, strokin’ the side of her face. “Listen, you gonna haveta ease up, baby. I keep tellin’ you I’m not lookin’ for anything heavy. I don’t wanna see you gettin’ hurt.”

“I know. You’ve been up front with me about that from day one.” She pauses, stares at me. “You wouldn’t intentionally try to hurt me, would you?” She almost looks as pitiful as she sounds askin’ this.

“Nah, baby, I wouldn’t intentionally try ’n drag you.” Not unless you deserve to be. “As long as you don’t get on no extra shit tryna smother a nigga, we cool.” She gets up from the sofa and waddles over to the coat closet, then comes back wit’ sumthin’ in her hand.

“Here, this is for you,” she says, handin’ me a small square Gucci box.

“What’s this?” I ask, takin’ it.

She sits next to me. “Open it.”