by De'Kari
All Clark could do was hold on because she was clearly in control. Before he realized it, he was exploding in the back of her throat. It was over that quick. Clark couldn’t believe that shit. It was that damn good. After she swallowed it all, Spiritual started sucking on the tip like there was more hidden in there waiting to come out.
He was still rocked up so now it was his turn. A magician didn’t have shit on him, he had her out of her clothing so fast. Clark led Spiritual over to the dining area and gently pushed her down over the counter. The sight of her ungodly big, country, ass made his dick jump. He took his right hand and started rubbing circles on the side of that ass.
“You want me to fuck dis pussy, don’t you?” He asked her while he rubbed her ass.
Slap!
When she didn’t answer him, he smacked her ass so hard it left his hand print on her ass cheek.
“I said do you want me to fuck dis pussy?” Clark asked her again.
“Yes, I do”, she moaned. Her pussy tingled every time he spanked her.
Smack!
Clark slapped her ass again. Spiritual was so turned on it felt like she was peeing on herself she was so wet.
“Please, Please, I said fuck me!” Spiritual cried out in pleasure. She was bouncing her ass while pleading. It bounced and clapped beautifully.
Clark slid the tip of his dick inside of her and wondered if her pussy could take it like her mouth had taken all of him. Then he slammed all of it deep within her with one thrust to find out.
“Aarrgh!” She cried out loud. She had neva had something so big in her. It hurt, but it was so damn good.
He pulled out slowly, rubbing her ass cheeks, then rammed into her again. This time he held himself in place deep inside her aching pussy.
Smack! Smack!
Clark spanked that ass and started thrashing that pussy. He was long-dicking her hard and fast, with every thrust he grunted and she made a sound that didn’t sound human. Her ass cheeks were fiery red and sore from the slapping and pounding.
“Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Spiritual screamed over and over. The pain was gone and all she felt was pleasure. At that moment the only thing in the world that mattered was his dick.
“Ooh Clark! I’m about to cum fuck me harder, harder.” By now she was throwing that big olé ass right back at him.
He leaned forward and grabbed a hand full of her long hair and yanked her head back. Then he repeatedly smacked her ass and fucked her.
“Aaaw shit! Shit! Shit! Yes! Yes!” She squirted all over him. The constriction of her pussy walls caused his nutts to swell and he erupted as well, letting out a victorious roar!
The night was just beginning!
The penthouse boasted two master bedrooms, a living room, a sitting lounge and three bathrooms. They sexed, fucked, and made love all night long in every room. Finally laying in one of the California King beds after they showered, Clark was drinking his third bottle of Figi water, Spiritual had two herself.
“God Damn! I might have misspoken last night at the club when I called you and Angel.” Still breathing hard, he gulped down the remaining water in the bottle. “You might fuck around and be Jezebel, the Devil herself.”
Spiritual snuggled closer to him, laying her head on his massively muscled chest. She draped her arm across his body.
“Umm, I told you he hadn’t touched me in over two years. A sistah was backed up and then some.” She kissed his nipple.
“I swear to God either the nigga was really gay the whole time and didn’t want you to know or his dick broke on him, cause aint no way a nigga got all of this at home and not touch it.” To Clark, that would be insanity.
While they talked, Clark let his hand caress her back and ample ass. He reached his other hand out and picked up the phone receiver. He could tell that he was going to need his energy. As he was ordering room service she kissed her way down his chest. When she got to his groin, she took him in her mouth and softly sucked on him until he was nice and hard again.
Instead of replacing the receiver on the phone when he was done, he just let it drop. Clark closed his eyes and put his hand in her hair, palming the back of her head. Just when it was starting to feel good she stopped. Spiritual stroked the length of his shaft a couple of times then climbed on him backwards. The sight of her massive ass sliding down his shaft was enough to make him bust. He held back though. She slid up and down grinding slowly, moving her body like a snake. It was the most exotic shit he had ever seen. He was hypnotized.
Spiritual was cummin non-stop the entire time. With his massive size, he was touching places and scratching corners she had neva had touched before. As the high of the ecstasy took control of her she began sliding up and down faster. It got to the point, she was literally bouncing up and down. Her huge ass slamming down so hard on his pelvis it sounded like people were in the room clapping. He couldn’t do shit but hold on.
“Pull my hair! Ooh Daddy pull my hair.” She gasped out as she continued to bounce.
He quickly complied grabbing a fist full of hair and yanking her head back. She grabbed both of her breast and started pinching her own nipples, hard. Right then Clark started spanking her. She shook violently as a breath-taking orgasm shot thru her body. She leaned forward onto her elbows and kept bouncing that ass. Since it was winking at him, he rubbed his thumb around her asshole, driving her even crazier. He stuck his thumb into her asshole. She started making a sound like a wild animal. Not able to hold back any longer Clark shot another load of hot cum inside of her. A few more bounces and she exploded again as well.
Spiritual was so loud that the woman outside that had just arrived with their food was too embarrassed to knock on the door. Once she heard the loud, ear-shattering noise, she thought about turning around. After a minute, she worked up the courage to finally knock on the door. Spiritual go up and made her way to the door stark naked. Her skin glistening with sweat.
Spiritual opened the door and the woman just stood there shocked. Her eyes wide open and jaw dropped. She was frozen in place. Not only was she shocked but she was embarrassed. No one had ever just exposed themselves to her like that.
“Come on in Sugar”, Spiritual invited as she stepped to the side.
Nervously, the woman wheeled the cart into the room. The scent of sex was thick in the air. She couldn’t help but to look and admire Spirituals body.
Spiritual noticed the way the woman was staring at her even though she was trying to hide the looks. The attention was arousing her, so she walked over behind the woman who held her breath and stood motionless, she was in absolute fear. Spiritual stepped closer and pressed her pelvis into the woman’s plump ass. She wrapped her arms around her and began fondling her breast and kissing on her neck. The little woman was powerless.
Desire had a grip on her body. She began rubbing her ass into Spiritual. Then Spiritual spun the woman around and invaded her mouth with her tongue. Her hand went under the woman’s skirt, moved her panties and found her wet pussy and began to strum it.
“Aaah” she moaned as Spirituals thumb circled her throbbing clitoris and two fingers played with her G-spot. It didn’t take long before she climaxed, spraying cum all over Spiritual’s hand. No words were even spoken between the two. Spiritual showed her the door and wheeled the cart into the bedroom. Her carefree attitude was new, exciting and addicting.
She was licking her fingers and hand when she entered the room.
“Whatcha out there eating up all the food?” Clark joked when he saw her licking her fingers.
“Just tasting something”
“Just sampling a little of their goods?” He thought she was referring to the food.
The cart was covered with food, dinner and breakfast. They ate until their hearts were content and then washed everything down with glasses of mimosa’s. Full, drained, exhausted and satisfied, they final fell asleep. It was already close to ten in the morning.
**** N. D. ****
Hours later, it was already
dark when Clark woke up. He glanced at his lil sex demon and smiled. Hands down she was wifey material. Smart, sexy, perfect body, she was independent and already established. And her sex game was crazy. He couldn’t figure out what was up. If the story she told him was true, then her husband was a complete fool.
As he was getting up, his cell phone began ringing. He answered it on his way to the bathroom. “What’s up wit it Rogue?”
“Damn Dad was that Lil Shit that hot?” Tut laughed into the phone.
“Nigga I can’t even begin to tell you. What’s good though, is everything alright?” He asked as he started pissing.
“Shit everything’s everything. I was just tapping to make sure the lil braud aint left you butt naked and tied up somewhere”, he continued to joke.
“Nigga as good as that shit is I wouldn’t give a fuck if I was tied up somewhere”, Clark joked back but he was dead serious.
“I’mma let you go and get some more of that good shit. Oh! I almost forgot you aint gone believe this shit Dad, the buff nigga from the club pressed charges. They picked “L” up from his baby mama’s spot in Hayward earlier.”
“Nigga you serious?” Clark couldn’t believe that shit.
“Serious Dad”, Tut told him.
“Nigga keep me posted”, Clark said as he flushed the toilet. “In Fact, get word to him and see if he need us on it.”
“Aight nigga”, Tut hung up.
Clark washed his hands and walked back into the room towards the bed.
“Damn you even sexier when you first wake up with no make-up on”, he told her as he bent down and gave her a kiss.
He wasn’t lying, she was the fucking truth. He asked her if she wanted to go out and eat or order room service. She chose room service. They talked until the food arrived. The server that brought the food was the same little lady from the night before. Her and spiritual eye-fucked each other until she left. For the remainder of the night, Clark and Spiritual talked and fucked like they were first time lovers.
**** N. D. ****
Tieka sat in her car waiting. Her entire back and ass was sore and stiff. They ached and begged to be freed and stretched. Her muscles were so cramped, they were numb. The car was hot and musty, even though it was a cold and damp night. But she had been sitting in her care since the night before.
Technically she had been in the same clothes since the day before. The only time she’d gotten out of the car was to take a pee behind the bushes.
She’d been following Clark since before he made it to the club. She saw everything. She watched as he made a couple of drop off’s. She even saw the fight outside the club. Armed with two thermoses of coffee and a bunch of snacks. She was ready for him when he exited out of the club.
Upon seeing him exit with a woman that had a body that rivaled hers, Tieka was plagued with a bout of jealousy. She followed them while the jealousy continued brewing. Thoughts of the past raced through her mind of all his cheating ways. She thought of a time so long before, now it seemed like a dream or a fantasy. It was back when they were kids in love.
At least she was in love. Him, on the other hand, he didn’t give a fuck about her love or her feelings. Clark dogged her like she was just some tramp. Breaking not just her heart, but her mind, will and spirit as well. After her nervous breakdown it took her years to recover. She became strong and determined. Her self-esteem grew as she began to love herself.
A new Tieka emerged from a cocoon of vengeance. A woman who had a plan and would carry it out. This was the woman who sat in that car in dire need of a shower. From where she was parked, she had a perfect view of his car while hers wasn’t seen. She looked at her watch it read 11:45pm. No one was in the parking lot. All sane and reasonable people were in bed sleep. Tieka knew they were staying another night, so she decided to run home and take a shower and make it back before they left.
That was a good, solid plan. She reached for her keys and put them in the ignition. At the last minute she looked towards the lobby. What the hell! She took her keys out the ignition, grabbed her purse and went inside to get a room. She knew she looked like shit. She felt even worst as she walked through the glamorous lobby.
The desk clerk looked at her like she was covered in shit. Fuck if, she didn’t care. When she pulled out her platinum Visa it changed the look on the hefer’s face. Tieka thought about it and decided it would be better to pay in cash. So, she put her card away and pulled out a knot that Clark had given her. She peeled $1,000 off the knot and dropped it on the counter. Once she received her key card, she headed toward the elevator. Stanking and looking like shit, she walked away with her head held high.
“Olé Busted Bitch”, she thought to herself.
**** N. D. ****
The following day
The Block was booming! It was a beautiful day out and people were taking advantage of that. Clark was sitting on the hood of his new Impala. The fellas stood surrounding him, chopping it up and kicking it. The fiends were coming steadily to get their fix.
“Blood I remember when yo ass got chased down the street by Shakeeta! Nigga you talking all that Rah-rah gangsta shit but nigga she had you ass running like a slave on the underground railroad!” Blood James teased the nigga Drew. Everybody was cracking up… “Nigga you was running round dis bitch talking bout Aaah! Quit playing Aaah!” He was running around flapping his arms.
Shakeeta was a bull-dyke, Tom Boy. She had hands like she was a real nigga. Niggaz all over the Town who she whooped on could attest to her hands.
“N-nigga I… I was only sixteen n-nigga and dat bitch was knocking out grown m-mothuafuck’n niggaz, you damn right I ran.” Stuttering, Drew had to let it be known it wasn’t 1980’s or 90’s. Niggaz aint fighting in dis bitch no more Niggaz bussin!
“Nigga I aint gone lie I would’ve ran from that bitch back then too!” Clark called out before he burst out laughing.
Everybody started laughing even harder cause they all knew they wasn’t trynna fuck with Shakeeta. All while they kicked it they kept an eye on everything going on. Making sure the workers were working and security was on point.
“Aye Dad, on the real though, could you imagine getting yo ass whooped by dat chick and still have to walk around the hood. Knowing how embarrassing that would be?” Tut asked.
Clark didn’t have to worry about that, for years he was hitting that on the low. She played that tough shit on the street but was Charmin soft behind closed doors.
“”N-nigga dat b-bitch run up on me I’mma body her ass!” Drew was dead serious. “Fuck Fighting”
A black Trail Blazer came rolling down the block.
“Blood anybody know that Blazer?” James asked the group as he put his hand on his banger.
“No!”
“Nope”
“Hell naw!” Came choruses from everyone.
Tut made a loud whistle. Everybody on the block got on point and ready. If anything, or anybody moved wrong that entire truck was getting lit the fuck up.
As the truck got closer they could see it was some young niggaz in it. James wasn’t playing he already pulled the .40 out from his waist. Ready!
The little Niggaz drove right on by. As they did so they had their mug on mean (staring hard). Clark was trying to see if he knew the faces, but he didn’t’. The nigga in the back seat wearing a beanie sort of looked like that nigga Sutton. Which made him think about something.
“Aye Rogue, you heard anything about a funeral for that lil nigga Sutton?” He asked Tut while still looking at the truck.
“Naaw Dad. I aint heard shit bout that.” Tut wasn’t paying attention to Clark. He was focused on that truck.
After the truck passed without incident, they went back to just hanging out like nothing happened. Clark’s phone started ringing so he checked his caller I.D.
“What’s up with Sis?” He answered.
“Hey Brother! What you doing?” She asked in her cheery voice.
I’m out here on da Block just
posted. Why what’s good?” A nice little red-bone was walking by on the other side of the street as he was talking.
“Oh nothing. I just wanted to remind you about the show.” She was so happy you could hear it in her voice.
“The 22nd. Trust me I wouldn’t miss it for the world!” Clark had that date engraved in his head.
French Tip had been focusing her time on her project. She was having a Grand Fashion Show at the Paramount Theater, it was going to be a major televised event. Her clothing line, Satin Doll was for the curvaceous and voluptuous women. The show was going to have casual wear, fancy attire and sexy lingerie. Hell yeah! Clark was gone be there.
“Okay Brother, I’ll talk to you later.”
“Alright”, he hung up the phone.
He was putting his phone up when a text message came through. He looked at the message. It was the message he had been waiting on.
“Aye Rogue it’s time to bounce”, he called out to Tut.
They both hopped into the Impala and pulled off. A little while back this cat Clark was locked up with in San Quentin reached out to him. Supposedly dude was doing his thang out there in San Jose. He was moving weight like a body builder back then. His bitch got on some jealous shit bout him and his side piece and the crazy-ass braud ended up getting him hit on a domestic violence charge. Some real bogus shit. While he was gone, he lost his connect.
Now he’s home and ready to eat. Clark was gone see if he really knew what he was doing.
“You good Rogue?” Clark asked Tut as they drove.
“I’m good Dad. Just thinking bout what I’mma do for my daughter. Her birthday is coming up.” He told him as he checked his bangers making sure they were fully loaded and good to go.
“Whatever you do I know it’s gone be big.” As he told him this his eyes were on the traffic.
“Yeah Dad, I might just fuck around and do something for all of them.” Satisfied with the bangers, one went back on his hip and the other stayed on his lap.
