Daddy Long Stroke (29 page)

She huffs. “OhmyGod…how is that being corny? Would you be down to suck a nigga's dick, if I wanted a threesome with you and another dude?

Is this cum-breath ho fuckin' serious, askin' me some dumb shit like that? She knows damn well no real nigga suckin' another nigga's joint, period! “You musta bumped ya damn head. Hell muthafuckin' no! I ain't on that homo shit.”

“Hmmm…but, you think I am.”

“Yo, ain't nuthin' homo 'bout two freaky broads gettin' it in,” I tell her, lockin' up Pops' spot and then gettin' in my ride. “I think that shit's sexy as fuck, watchin' a fly-ass chick munchin' another bitch's snapper while throwin' her fatty up on this big-ass dick. It's time you take ya friendship to the next level. Step outta ya
box, baby, and let it do what it do. Slurp ya girl up while I stretch ya back out. I'm tellin' ya; it'll make y'all's bond tighter.” I spark a blunt, then take two pulls, slowly blowin' it outta the side of my mouth. Fuck the dumb shit she talkin'. I already know what it is. Wit' a few drinks and the right mood, this freak bitch'll be lappin' at the clit.

“Yeah, whatever.” She laughs. “That's what your mouth says.”

“Nah, baby…it's what I'm tryna get ya mouth to do, but you wanna be on some extra-dumb shit.”

“I can't believe you're serious.”

“Hell muthafuckin' yeah, I'm serious. Oh, so what you thought; I was gonna lay back and let both of you suck my dick, then fuck you both one at a time and that was gonna be aiight wit' me?” I ask, slowin' down to pay the toll.
Crook-ass muhfuckas,
I think, handin' the attendant a twenty.
A fuckin' dolla to ride the muthafuckin' highway. That's some real bullshit.
I take my change, then pull off.

“I told you, she can eat me. Other than that, I'm not making any promises.”

“Nah, baby, I ain't that kinda dude. I need a lil' more than that. Seein' two chicks freak is what bricks my dick. I wanna see you sixty-ninin' that shit.”

“Hmmm…and what am I getting out the deal?”

“The best of both worlds,” I say, laughin'.

“Yo, what the fuck, asshole?!” I snap on this dumb-ass cracker bitch who keeps ridin' his brakes in front of me. “Oh, my bad,” I say, gettin' into the next lane. “This dumb fuck in front of me, tryna cause a damn accident out here.” I drive up alongside the car, ready to ice-grill whoever it is. But, I shake my head when I see it's an old-ass woman wit' her seat way up to the steerin' wheel. The dumb bitch is practically sittin' up on the dashboard. “So, you tryna let a nigga taste ya girl's pussy on ya lips or what?”

She finally says maybe; that she'll think about it.

I grin, finishin' up my blunt, then tossin' it out the window. “Yeah, baby, you do that. I'ma see what's really good when I come up next week.”

“Cool.”

“Yo, I'ma need a few dollas, though. You got me?”

She sighs, pausin'. “Listen, I'm not really into making it a habit of giving a man money, especially one I'm not dealing with.”

“Oh, aiight, I feel you. It is what it is,” I say, knowin' she's talkin' that shit for now. But just like I had her peelin' off paper the last time, she'll be doin' it again—real soon. Believe that. In the meantime, where one won't, two more will. So it's all good. “Look, baby, let me get up off this line. I'll get at ya next week.”

The week flies by and a muhfucka's been real low key for the most part of it, chillin' here at my own spot. Hittin' the gym hard, and not really fuckin' much; just straight chillin'. Oh, and gettin' brain a few nights here and there, but nuthin' major. And believe it or not, I turned my cell off for two days, so I didn't have to be bothered wit' anyone. When I finally turned the shit back on, my mailbox was full. Most of the calls were from Vita, Akina, Maleeka, Shalonda, and Tamera's smutty ass. You already know I ain't hittin' her back. And the rest of 'em can wait 'til a muhfucka's beat to fuck wit' 'em.

My cell rings. I peep the caller ID, and smile. It's Cherry.

“What it do, pretty baby?”

“It bangs my pussy up until it whistles, and fucks a horny woman like me into a coma.”

“Damn, you tryna get shit poppin', I see. You ready for this dick, huh?”

“I've been ready. And I'm long overdue. Speaking of which, I bought your ticket. And I wired you a few dollars to hold you over until you get here. The money is already there waiting for you.”

I grin. See, this is what I like 'bout Cherry. She hooks a muhfucka up wit'out me havin' to go through a whole buncha extras. No questions asked, she makes shit happen. And she doesn't stress a muhfucka out tryna keep tabs on 'im. “Oh, word? Good lookin' out. You know I really 'preciate you, baby.”

“Well, hopefully you'll give me at least two weeks to show me how much.”

Two weeks? What the fuck?!
“Damn, baby…you know I can't leave my moms home alone that long. I told you she's in a wheelchair.” Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know it's fucked up sayin' shit like that 'bout Moms and all, but hey…it is what it is.

“Oooh, big daaaaddy,” she coos into the phone, “don't do me like that. I need you.”

“Oh, word?”

“Mmmm, you have no idea how bad. Besides all the shopping we'll do, imagine two weeks of you fucking me deep in my tight ass, my wet pussy and down in my throat anywhere, anytime, as many times as you want.”

I almost laugh. This bitch knows damn well she ain't ready to have me punchin' up her tonsils. “Damn, baby, you tryna get my dick hard.”

She laughs. “Is it the shopping, or the idea of fucking that's doing it?”

“Both,” I tell her, laughin'. “And right now, my shit's on brick.”

“Mmmmph, just how I like it. Give me two weeks with you, baby. I promise you I'll make it well worth your while.”

“Damn, baby, you makin' this hard for me to say no to. But…”

“No, ‘buts,'” she says, cuttin' me off. “Before you say anything else
about leaving your mother alone unattended, you need to know I've wired you enough money for you to hire someone to stay with her while you're gone. So please. No excuses. I wanna see you. And I want you all to myself for two whole weeks.”

She tells me she's hit a nigga up wit' five gees, and will keep my pockets lined while I'm there. Even though two weeks is a bit extra, you already know a muhfucka like me ain't tryna pass up on an opportunity to fuck and shop, then fuck and shop some more. And still come off wit' some paper. So a muhfucka's gonna do what he's gotta do.

“I'm all yours, baby,” I finally tell her. “I'm all yours.”

 25 

Friday night rolls 'round, and shit's 'bout to get poppin' up in this piece. I fucked Falani down real good, earlier today; served her this dick nice 'n slow. Although I wanted to beat that shit up, I didn't wanna have her insides burnin' and her walls swollen. So I went easy on her. And since she had her beaver shaved this time, I gave her an extra treat. I ran a few laps 'round her fat clit wit' my tongue, held her pussy in my mouth and tongue fucked her, before drivin' this dick deep in her. I slow stroked her hole, while suckin' on her titties 'til she cried.

Now here I am stretched out 'cross her sofa in a pair of red silk boxers, waitin' for the freak show to begin. Oh, and just to let ya know. The ho came up offa some paper like I said she would. Talkin' that dumb shit 'bout not makin' it a habit givin' a nigga money. Fuck outta here. That shit might apply to them duck-ass niggas she's used to fuckin', but unless I'm straight charity-fuckin' a broad, she can say whatever she wants. But if I push this dick up in her guts, eventually, she's gonna come up offa that fetti. And that's what it is. I glance over at the clock on her glass and wood end table: 8:27 p.m. She's already twenty-seven minutes late.
I hope this bitch don't front.

Five minutes later, the doorbell rings. Falani goes to the door and opens it. I hear her greetin' someone, and as soon as her peoples walks through the door, I do a double-take. The first thing I see is a set of long, shapely legs in a pair of stilettos. I slowly lift my
eyes over her as she closes the door behind her. She's a fine, thick, milk-chocolate chick wit' a long black ponytail—
a muthafuckin' clip-on, I bet
—big doe-shaped eyes, long lashes, and beautiful thick, dick-suckas. I immediately imagine 'em wrapped 'round this dick, deep throatin' it 'til I coat her throat and tongue wit' this hot custard. Falani greets her wit' a hug, then walks her into where I'm sittin' and introduces her.

“Lydia, this is Alley, uh…Alex. Alex, Lydia.”

I slowly lick my lips, standin' up. “Yo, what's good, baby,” I say, eyein' her as she steps outta her black three-quarter trench. She's wearin' some kinda red spandex-type dress that clings to her curves. I lick my lips, again.

She smiles. “OhmyGod, giiiirl, you didn't tell me he was
this
fine.”

“Oh, whatever,” Falani says, rollin' her eyes. “I did, too.”

“No, what you said was he looked aiight. Not that he was a deep dish of delicious, dark chocolate.”

I laugh. “Thanks, baby. And she told me you were decent-lookin'.”

“Typical Falani,” she replies, cuttin' her eyes over at her, laughin' wit' me while walkin' over and extendin' her manicured hand. “Always hatin'. Nice to finally meet you.”

I step into her space. “I wanna hug,” I tell her, pullin' her into my muscular arms. “Nice to meet you, too.” Her light, airy scent is intoxicatin'. “Damn, baby, you smell good and feel good.”

“Thanks. You don't smell too bad yourself.”

“I'm gonna leave the two of you to get better acquainted while I get things ready,” Falani says, goin' toward the bedroom.

“Yeah, you do that,” Lydia says, runnin' her hands along my chest, then squeezin' my arms. “Oooh, and a rock-hard body to go with all that sexiness. Your pictures do you no justice.”

“Aaah, baby, you tryna make me blush.”
I knew Falani was hatin' on this broad,
I think, still holdin' onto her toned, tight body. I press my cock up into her stomach, let her feel what she's 'bout to get, then let go. She takes a seat on the sofa and I sit in the chair 'cross from her. I decide to get right to the point. “So how often you get into threesomes 'n shit?”

“Not that often. I've only been in three, maybe four, over the last five years. Last year was the last time.”

“Mmm, that's wassup. So, what you like gettin' into?”

She sits back in her seat and crosses her legs, revealin' her smooth, silky thighs. “I like it all.”

I smile. Ask her to elaborate and she does. She tells me how she likes eatin' pussy, suckin' dick, eatin' ass, takin' dick in her ass and deep in her pussy; that she likes strappin' on dildoes and fuckin' other chicks—and niggas. I keep a straight face when she says that shit. But I'm thinkin', “what the fuck?”

“I see you a real freaky chick.”

“Just very open-minded. And you?”

“I can rock wit' the best of 'em, baby. I'm pretty much down for whateva, 'cept fuckin' and suckin' another muhfucka or gettin' dicked in the ass. So if you got any ideas 'bout runnin' that rubber dick up in a muhfucka, you can cancel that. You got the wrong one.”

She sucks her teeth, diggin' in her bag. “Damn,” she says, pullin' out a long-ass pink dildo. “Not even the head?” She laughs. I don't.

“Damn straight,” I say, eyein' her. “Unless you tryna get ya jaw broke, don't even think it.”

Falani walks back into the room wearin' a dark-pink lace bra and crotchless panty set, carryin' a tray wit' two drinks—one for her, the other for Lydia—and a bottle of water, for me. She looks
sexy as hell. I lick my lips and grin, rememberin' how she bounced her fluffy ass up on this dick earlier.