“That ain’t it. I’m not no sucka; I don’t give up head that quick.”
“Is that right,” Misty said, laughter in her voice. She took her thong off and let it drop on the floor mat. “Sit up and rest your head back, lemme teach you a lil’ something.”
Monroe got in position, then Misty maneuvered into a half-standing position with her groin pressed against his face.
At first, Monroe proved his lack of experience in cunnilingus by giving a clumsy and overly dramatic performance. The way he groaned and theatrically rolled his face around the unfamiliar territory, it seemed like an audition for a porn flick. Worse, he slobbered so profusely that a messy puddle accumulated in her pubic hairs and began to trail down her thigh.
Annoyed, Misty was about to push his head away and slap a condom on his dick. The abundance of saliva he’d smeared all over her pussy could be used as a lubricant for fucking. If this youngin’ can’t fuck, I’m gon’ have to put his useless ass out of my whip.
Quite suddenly and most unexpectedly, Monroe got the hang of giving oral pleasure.
With his tongue now in sync with Misty’s body rhythm, Monroe provided hot waves of pleasure that hit her so hard, she had to hold on to the overhead handle for support. His tongue, agile and curious, slipped between her folds and found its way to her bud, licking it hard and rough—the way she liked it. Beneath the harsh tongue lashes, her clit swelled, and extended. He withdrew his tongue. Misty cried out, “Don’t stop!”
Exchanging his tongue for puckered lips, Monroe made Misty’s body hum—sucking and pulling on her glistening pearl while gliding his long, thick finger in and out of her wet tunnel. The dual stimulation he was giving her quickly became too much to bear. Unable to help herself, Misty lifted a leg and wrapped it around his neck, pressing her coochie against his lips.
Having a newly acquired taste for pussy, Monroe extracted his finger and dug his tongue into her pussy, slurping and licking—trying to lap up every drop of her sweetness.
Misty reached down, feeling his crotch. “Let’s see what you’re working…” Her words broke off as she found an erection that felt almost as long and thick as her arm.
Misty quickly released his neck from her leg lock. On cue, Monroe lowered his pants. Misty tore open the cellophane wrapper and rolled the condom down over his pulsing, heavily veined erection.
She lowered herself slowly onto his long pole and Monroe immediately went to work, hammering hard and fast into her hot spot. The friction heated up the latex condom; her coochie was on fire. Despite the discomfort, Misty couldn’t stop. Every stroke Monroe delivered landed on her G-spot. In less than five minutes, Misty exploded.
After her body tremors settled down, Monroe pulled out. “I gotta take a leak.”
“Go ’head,” she responded, basking in the afterglow of the powerful orgasm he’d given her.
He eased the condom off and pulled up his pants and got out of the truck. “Give me one minute,” he said, giving her a wink that promised that the best was yet to come.
“Go over there somewhere,” Misty hollered out of the window and pointed to some bushes. “Don’t be spraying piss near my rims.”
Monroe urinated on the tree that Misty had earlier suggested they use as a fuck-post. With his fly undone, he approached the truck. A look of shock covered his face when he discovered Misty sitting up front, in the driver’s seat, skirt tugged into place, as she repositioned the pillow beneath her butt.
“Whaddup? I wasn’t finished!” Frowning, he squeezed what looked like a painful hard-on.
“Your dick’s still hard?”
“Yeah. I still got about twenty nuts stored up,” he said, cutting her an evil eye.
“That sounds personal. You shoulda got it while you were in it.” Unperturbed by Monroe’s look of hostility, Misty hummed as she adjusted her mirror, smoothed on lip gloss, and finger-combed her hair. “Where do you want me to drop you off?”
“That’s real slimy, yo. How you gon’ brush me off like that?”
“Look, I don’t have all night to fuck around with you. I got shit to do.”
“I had to take a piss!” he explained, frustration causing his voice to rise.
“You shoulda took a piss before you got up in my shit.”
“My bad. So, whaddup?” He made a sweeping gesture—palms up, arms outstretched. “I know you ain’t gon’ try to play me. Be nice. Give up some head or something.”
“Nigga, you better kiss my ass!” Misty glowered at Monroe. “I’m not obligated to give you shit. We got down on an equal basis. Nobody told your dumb ass to fuck around on some delay shit. I didn’t play you; you played yourself.” Misty turned up one side of her top lip. She glanced at the clock on the dashboard. “Whaddup, youngin’? Are you getting in my whip, or are you planning to walk your ass back to the basketball court?” She gave Monroe a smirking smile.
Realizing that acting sullen wasn’t going to prompt Misty to relieve his painful erection, Monroe zipped up his jeans and slid in the seat next to her. “Take me back to the court,” he mumbled, frowning.
Misty started the engine.
She cruised along, her thoughts on Brick and getting him more work.
“What you did was real cold, yo. How you gon’ get yours and leave me hanging like that?”
His whining and complaining was annoying—he was really starting to piss her off, but determining him too big and too fired up to physically eject from her ride, she decided to forego cussing him out and instead, she turned on the charm. “Can I get a rain check? I’ll swing by the court same time tomorrow night, aiight?” She gave him a sweet smile.
Displeased with the proposition, Monroe blew out a deep, frustrated breath.
Fuck you, she thought. “We can get together tomorrow,” she said and then touched his arm softly. “Aiight, baby?” She’d thrown in a dash of sugar, just to see if her game was tight.
Monroe gave a reluctant nod and then turned his head toward the window. Just before he looked away, Misty saw a glimmer of hope flicker in his eyes. She had to bite her tongue to keep from laughing. She was just messing with his head when she’d promised him a rain check. You can wait if you want to; but don’t hold your breath! she thought maliciously.
In less than five minutes, Misty was back on Parkside Avenue. She slammed on her brakes and double-parked next to a Benz. She kept the engine running silently, informing Monroe that she didn’t have time for any last-minute chitchat.
“So, uh, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow night, right?” he asked glumly as he opened the door to get out. When his two cronies, Muscle Boy and Ashy Cashy, approached, he became suddenly chipper. “Aiight, shawty. See you tomorrow. Be safe!” Monroe added in a cavalier manner after he closed the passenger door.
Oh, no this nigga ain’t frontin’ for his boys. “Hold up,” Misty shouted. Monroe turned around, his eyes sparkled with hope. She reached in the back and scooped up her yellow thong and sent it zinging out the window. Monroe raised his hands reflexively. The thong hit him in the face before dropping into his hands. Monroe gawked at the soft yellow fabric and then turned a puzzled gaze at Misty.
“That’s a little something to remember me by,” she said scornfully.
“Shawty slapped Monroe in the face with her panties,” Ashy Cashy ridiculed, feeling redeemed from the scorn she’d inflicted on him earlier.
Misty sped away. The loud scoffing laughter of Monroe’s crew became a distant hum; a murmur in the wind.
CHAPTER 6
Brick was furious. Misty hated it when he mustered the strength to ignore her. However, being much smarter than he, Misty knew she’d come up with an idea that would break his resolve. With her eyes squinted in thought, she stepped out of the shower, prepared to seduce her way back into Brick’s good graces.
She towel-dried her hair. No blow-drying tonight. Brick loved the feeling of her long, wet hair being dragged across his body.
“Still mad?” Misty asked as she strolled int
o the couple’s bedroom, wearing just a towel and shaking her wet hair; allowing droplets to land on Brick’s bare arms. The pungent aroma of weed filled the air. Brick sat on the side of the bed, puffing on a blunt.
“Yeah, I’m still mad,” Brick barked, refusing to suppress his emotions. “And stop flicking water on me.” He wiped the moisture beads off his arm.
Too angry to further enjoy his favorite pastime, he dropped the blunt in an ashtray, and then flopped down on the mattress, lying on his back, staring at the ceiling.
Slyly, Misty unknotted the towel. Naked, she straddled Brick. “Let’s see if I can do something about all that pent-up anger.”
“I’m not in the mood,” he grumbled.
Misty gripped Brick’s wrists, pulled his arms out at his sides, and pinned the big man down. “You’re giving me no choice; I’m gonna have to rape you.”
Brick didn’t struggle; he didn’t even attempt to topple the feisty, little dynamo. “I don’t feel like playin’,” his voice was low, but unyielding.
“I hate it when you’re mad at me,” Misty complained, releasing his wrists.
“How do you expect me to feel? I’m not feelin’ you, so get up off me before I toss your lil’ ass.”
“Want some head?” she inquired cheerfully.
Brick snorted. “Hell no, I don’t want no more head. My jawn’s been sucked enough for one night, but you don’t care about that. As long as I’m bringing home money, you don’t care what happens to my dick.”
“Want your balls licked?”
Brick sighed. “I want you to raise up before I get violent.” Brick took deep, angry breaths, his massive chest heaved up and down. “How you gon’ leave me out in the fuckin’ northeast for two fuckin’ hours and then lie about having to take your mother shopping? I called your mom. I know what time you dropped her off. Your lil’ ass was probably out on a shopping spree. I think you got a shopping disease.”
“Aiight, I lied,” Misty admitted. “But I swear, I wasn’t out shopping; I didn’t buy anything today, I swear.”
“Where was you at, then?”
Misty brought her lips close to Brick’s ear. “I was on my way to pick you up, but I ran into this fine-ass young buck…” She paused and watched curiosity replace the scowl on Brick’s face.
“Uh-huh,” he uttered. “And then what happened?” He asked hastily, unable to disguise his interest.
“The way dude was walking, I could tell he had a big-ass dick, so I pulled the whip over and asked him if he wanted to go for a ride.” Misty cut her eye at the bulge inside Brick’s boxers, which was growing larger with every word that came out of her mouth. “I was so horny, I parked in a dark alley—”
Brick inserted his hand inside the opening of his drawers. He pulled out his manhood, which was rigid and already dribbling pre-ejaculation. “What happened after y’all parked?”
“Um…” She looked up in thought and then started putting together a story. “We started out kissing, then dude bit me on my neck…my legs went on automatic, and started opening up.”
“You’re just making this shit up. You know you were out shopping.”
“For real, Brick. I was out there freakin’ with another nigga.”
“What was his name?” Brick challenged.
“Um…” She pretended to think. “Um, I didn’t even ask him his name and he didn’t ask me mine, because it wasn’t like that. It was all about lust.”
“How big was his dick?”
“Big as shit.”
“Big as mine?”
“Bigger. Way bigger. That youngin’ was packing about twelve or thirteen inches,” she whispered. She aroused Brick even more by dragging her mop of damp hair over his broad chest.
Brick moaned, he stroked his meat, shining up his knob with the oozing pre-cum. “Damn, Misty. You supposed to be my girl and you out there, giving it up like a straight ho, making me wait while you were giving up coochie to a total stranger,” Brick accused as he held his growing arousal in his fisted hand.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t think it was going to take that long, but that young buck spent about an hour eating out my coochie.”
“Umph,” Brick grunted lustfully. “Did you give him head, too?”
“Uh-huh,” she said, using a tiny, meek voice.
“Did you swallow his seed?” Brick roared. His nostrils flared; the hand movement beneath his boxers ceased as he awaited Misty’s response.
“No!” Misty protested.
Instant relief appeared on Brick’s face.
“I wanted to,” she softly admitted. “I wanted him to nut in my mouth, but I had to be considerate of you.”
“So what happened then?”
“Well, you know…taking you into consideration and everything, I ended up letting him raw dog my coochie. He busted two big-ass nuts.”
Brick gave Misty a hard shove. He glared at her as if he were two seconds from killing her. “You let him fuck you raw?”
Misty nodded.
“And he came twice?”
“Yeah, Brick—he came twice. I wouldn’t lie about it.”
“So, why’d you come home and jump right in the shower?”
Misty shrugged. “I don’t know.” She frowned. “Don’t be mad—I didn’t wash my coochie. You know how I do; I washed everywhere else.”
Brick’s contorted expression relaxed into a smile. “You still filled up with dude’s seed?”
“Yeah, I said that I didn’t wash my coochie.”
“Aiight, then, you better not be lyin’.” Brick plumped up a pillow and rested his head. He squeezed his manhood again. “Damn, that shit you talkin’ got my jawn hard as a rock.” He licked his lips and reached for Misty’s hand. “Get over here, girl. Mmm. Squat your ass over my face. Mmm. I can’t wait to clean out that nasty, lil’ pussy.”
Misty had to give herself credit; she was on top of her game. Brick believed the dirty talk she’d whispered in his ear was something made up—nothing more than a freaky, graphically detailed fantasy. Well, what he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.
Misty had led him to believe that she’d been faithful to him ever since Shane’s death, but she got her freak on occasionally. Sure, Brick gave her orgasms all the time. But, sexin’ dudes who reminded her of Shane was the only way she could bust a heart-pounding, body-convulsing nut.
Playing their game, Brick pressed his nose against her pubis, seeking to get a whiff of a musky, masculine smell.
“What’s it smell like, baby?” Misty asked.
“Like sweaty dick.”
“You like it?”
Brick sniffed deeply. “Love it.” He circled his lips around the opening of Misty’s tight tunnel. Stretching the tendons in his tongue, he poked and probed, pretending to search for a sticky glob of another man’s cum.
Misty held onto the headboard while she winded her hips. “You’ll never find another woman like me. You know that, don’t you?” she purred.
“Nevah, baby. Ain’t nobody like you,” he mumbled against her clit, while his cupped hand frantically worked up and down his steely shaft.
“I always share everything with you,” she whispered. “Even while I’m out there, freakin’, I always bring a snack home for you.”
“Thank you, Misty, baby. I appreciate it.” With his face buried between her legs, Brick’s voice was muffled.
“Taste good?”
“Real good!”
The combined sounds of Misty’s soft feminine moans, Brick’s heavy breathing and lapping tongue licks, echoed inside the bedroom.
This session should have been taped. Weirdoes paid good money to listen to dumb-ass shit like the sounds of the ocean, the wind blowing, and falling rain; she was pretty sure there were some perverts out there who would pay to listen to the sounds of pussy-licking. She’d charge extra to allow freaks to view some footage along with the audio.
Yes, in addition to his big dick, Brick had a thick, well-endowed tongue. It was Misty’s res
ponsibility to showcase Brick’s attributes. If she expected a major come-up, she’d have to take their hustle to the next level. The next step would be to videotape a couple of Brick’s sex performances, and feature him on a website so he could get the kind of national exposure he deserved.
Of course, she’d have to record in secret. Brick would get camera shy if he knew he was being filmed. Brick could be such a pain in the ass. Knowing how uncomfortable he was about his hustle, Misty would bet a week’s worth of income that his dick would go limp and refuse to get hard if he was aware that a camera was rolling.
Fuck it; she’d worry about that later. Right now, she needed to figure out a way to get this nigga off her. It had been a long day. Monroe had worked her over; her pussy was sore and Brick’s rough, hungry tongue was adding more aggravation to the situation.
Misty searched her brain for more sex talk. She needed to come up with some really freaky dialogue that would finish him off.
“The next time me and the youngin’ get together, I’m gonna let you watch.” Misty waited for Brick’s reaction. The sound of his rapid hand movement up and down the length of his shaft indicated he dug the change of script. “You can hide in the closet,” she continued, in a husky tone. “Keep the door cracked a little bit, so you can peep what’s going on. I know your dick’s gonna be rock-hard. You gon’ leak like a mufucka when you watch another nigga sliding his thickness up my slit.”
Painfully aroused, Brick couldn’t concentrate on eating Misty’s pussy. Irregular tongue strokes were her cue to dismount his face. She sat beside him and whispered seductively in his ear. “After the young buck shoots his load, you can burst out of the closet and kick his ass for fucking your girl and disrespecting your home. I want you to stomp that nigga—knock him out,” she hissed.
Brick groaned in ecstasy.
“While he’s out cold, you can wrap your lips around my coochie and suck out his salty nut—get it while it’s nice and fresh. Wouldn’t you enjoy that, Brick?”
“Aw, yeah. Fucking, yes. Stop teasing me, Misty. Bring that mufucka home.” Brick’s breathing was harsh; his eyes were glazed over. Too worked up to continue speaking, he could only emit garbled sounds.
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