by April Nicole
“Ahh, daddy make this pussy cum.”
“Yes, baby give this pussy to daddy! I’m gone cum all inside you.”
Johnny heard people moaning and groaning in the backroom, and automatically assumed it was Kairo since he wasn’t aware she was gone. His natural instinct was to shoot her onsite since he was done chasing her. He withdrew his gun as he approached the door and kicked it open. Delano was balls deep inside Desi, while she rode him like a damn jockey on the cold tile floor.
“What the fuck Johnny! You can’t knock?” Delano yelled as he shot his load inside Desi on accident. He really wasn’t trying to get her pregnant for real, but it was more than likely going to happen since Desi was ovulating this week.
“Man, stop getting ya dick wet and open the fucking store. We losing customers and shit!” Johnny said, throwing Desi her clothes so she could get dressed. He was low-key glad it wasn’t Kairo because it would have fucked up the job he had for Malachi to do.
“I’ll be out there. Let me wipe my dick off real quick.”
“Aight, make it quick. I got other shit to do.”
Five minutes later Delano met Johnny outside in his Charger with an envelope in his hands.
“Nigga, I thought you were fucking yo’ wife. Ain’t you married?”
“Not anymore, I signed the divorce papers this morning, but you wanted proof that we blood, so here it is,” Delano said, checking himself out in the sideview mirror while handing Johnny the envelope. “That was a celebration you just walked in on.”
“What? You sure was quick to get these results,” Johnny said, looking at the papers. Delano definitely was his brother. To hide his anger, Johnny just avoided talking about it all together. “So you dumped Kairo, or Kairo dumped you?”
“Yea, I dumped her,” Delano lied through his teeth, although it was Kairo who left him. “Did you give it much thought to giving me the cartel?”
“Oh, yea, I can’t do that.” Johnny shook his head. He really didn’t give much thought to something he was not going to do.
“Why the fuck not? It belongs to me anyways. So how do you feel about that?”
“Feel about what? We already partners in this shit so it really doesn’t matter,” Johnny said, turning his head to avoid Delano seeing the disappointment plastered on his face. He still wasn’t too thrilled that this man was not only his kin, but the rightful leader to claiming the northern cartel. If he didn’t move soon, Delano could snatch everything from under him, but what he didn’t know was Delano was already one step ahead of him.
“Ok, cool, don’t play it too crazy,” Delano said as he was texting someone.
“Tell me, why you just didn’t kill Kairo when you had the chance? Now suddenly you want her killed. Delano, that shit don’t sit well with me.”
“I wasn’t expecting to fall in love with her. She was someone from my childhood,” Delano said.
“Nigga, you sure you my blood? You too fucking wishy washy for me. One minute you love the broad then the next you don’t. Like, make up your fucking mind.”
“I have, that’s why I’m going to personally deliver her to your hands.”
“Alright, well I will believe it when I see it,” Johnny scoffed, lighting up a half-burnt blunt.
“Ain’t no alright, watch me.”
“Ok, I got somewhere to be. I will holler at you later,” Johnny said, puffing on the blunt. Delano looked at Johnny one more time and flashed a smile before he exited out the car.
Bitch what?
Ring! Ring!
Johnny looked down at his phone and saw an unknown number flashing across the screen. “Who the fuck is this?” Johnny asked himself while looking at the strange number. Normally he didn’t answer unknown calls, so he let the phone ring until voicemail. Once the phone notified him he had a voicemail, he decided to listen.
Hello, this is Dr. Melynda Acharya. I’m calling from Adopt and Raise a Child Clinic. Is this Johnathan Black? If so, it has come to our attention that you are a possible candidate recommended by Candice Byrd to be a sperm donor. If this is you, please call our clinic back at 1-800-365-5959.
“What the fuck is this shit?” he asked himself before calling the number back to speak with Dr. Melynda. The phone rang three times before the receptionist answered.
“Thank you for calling Adopt and Raise a Child Clinic, we are currently located in East Detroit on Mack just South of Gratiot. My name is Amy. How can I direct your call today?” the receptionist spoke with such a chipper voice. Johnny could tell the woman had to be Caucasian because he wasn’t used to hearing no chipper ass woman like her. Plus, he didn’t know a Black girl from the hood named no damn Amy.
“Yes, Dr. Melynda please?”
“Sure, please hold,” Amy said and put Johnny on a brief hold. As he waited, soft music played in the background. Just like the music Apple played when you called them. The whole time he waited, he wondered why he was considered as a candidate when he had AIDS. He thought it would be nice to leave an heir on Earth if he was to actually die. Now that Delano was technically the rightful leader, if something was to happen to him, then Malachi would be the next in line.
“Hello, this is Dr. Melynda. Is this Johnathan?” she asked in her thick Indian accent.
“Yes, this is him, please call me Johnny,” he replied nonchalantly.
“Ok, no problem. We have someone by the name of Candice Byrd who referred you to give us a sperm sample to fertilize her eggs.”
“What?” Johnny couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Candice didn’t ask him to do shit, so why did he have to hear from the damn clinic?
“I’m sorry, were you unaware Ms. Byrd wanted to do so?”
“Let me call y’all back,” Johnny said and hung up the phone. Click! And all she heard was the dial tone.
* * *
Johnny hung up and dialed Candice’s number quickly. He was so disgusted that she would even pull some hoe shit like that without even talking to him first. He didn’t even know her that well for her to volunteer him like that. When he saw her phone was going straight to voicemail, he dialed her number again until she finally answered.
“Hello?”
“Candice, this John—”
“I know who this is, took you some time before you called.”
“Woman, what the hell is wrong with you? Why did you volunteer me to be the father of your kids, do you not know I’m not interested?”
“Yea, word in the streets you gay,” she said as she smacked and pop bubbles on her flavorless gum. “But if you give me a chance, I will turn yo’ ass back straight.”
“Bitch, what?”
“I tell you what, if you come over and I make you cum, you give me that baby.”
“WHAAT?” Johnny looked at his phone to double take what the fuck he just heard her say.
“If you don’t cum, then you don’t have to worry about it. My address is 4652 French Rd,” she said and hung up before he could say another word. He thought about it, and it wasn’t a bad idea, but he also was a gay man living with a deadly virus called AIDS, but Johnny didn’t give a fuck. The less she knew, the less of a chance she would be able to survive. Johnny plugged the address in his phone and sped there within 15 minutes from the boutique.
He walked up to the tan and white house and ranged the doorbell two times, until Candice finally opened the door. She stood there being seductive, sucking on a red cherry Charms sucker. Although Johnny was gay and highly attracted to men, he couldn’t help but to admire how pretty Candice was. She was thick and curvy like Kash Doll, dark-skin chocolate with pretty white teeth. Her hair was in a high genie ponytail with a swooped bang and eight bobby pin gold clips. She was wearing a see-through, hot pink robe that her erect, brown, pierced nipples appeared through, with a pair of matching hot pink thongs and fuzzy flops.
“Are you gon’ come in, or are you just going to stand there?” she asked, sucking her teeth that were coated from the cherry sucker.
“Yea, you
caught me by surprise. I didn’t expect you to look that damn good,” Johnny admitted. He’d never seen Candice outside her clothes before. Neither had Johnny ever admitted to being attracted to a woman before.
“Well bring yo’ ass in here,” she said, grabbing Johnny by the middle of his Versace shirt and pulling him inside her home. Her living room portrayed the look of a sex dungeon, except it was pink. She had a collection of every dildo known to man-kind displayed in a gold glass case in a row, according to size and color. Next to that was her black leather sex swing. It was suspended in the air on chains connected to the white ceiling. “Gone ahead and sit in that sex swing, I want you to relax,” she commanded, and then she called out for a Marcus. “Marcus!! I’m ready.”
Who the fuck is Marcus? Johnny thought to himself, before he could mutter the question out loud. He could feel Candice rub on his limp dick, that he knew wasn’t going to get hard just from her touch. But soon as a chocolate, tall and muscular Marcus entered the room dressed in a leather skull head, Johnny’s dick instantly got hard. It rose with no hesitation.
“Mhm, this will be no problem getting that nut from you,” she said, unzipping his pants watching his little dick stick out ready to be sucked.
“Aye, this unfair. Who the fuck is this nigga?”
“Hmm? I can’t hear you while I’m down here sucking your dick,” Candice said, hawking and spitting on Johnny’s penis. “Oh, Marcus come help me suck our friend’s dick until he nuts.”
“Wait, who the fuck is this nigga?” Johnny asked again, pulling himself away and stopping Marcus from coming any closer. Candice tried not to restrain him, but it looked like it was something she must do for him to be still. So, she got up and tied Johnny’s hands to each of the posts of the swing and positioned him in the center.
Although she was hired to blackmail Johnny, she was determined to have a baby. Since she was not able to conceive one on her own, she was willing to have a child using Johnny’s sperm, whether he was gay or not.
“Who is this nigga?” Johnny asked for the third time.
“Marcus is my husband, and he is my bitch when I need him to be,” she whispered in Johnny’s ears and sent chills down his spine. He was certainly not expecting her to say this nigga standing in front of them was her husband. He wondered why she just couldn’t fuck him to get pregnant.
“What? But I’m not gay. Why you got to use my nut, why can’t you just fuck him regular?” Johnny said in denial.
“Because I can’t! And bullshit, I felt your dick get hard the moment my husband entered the room. You like dick in your ass, that’s fine, I love to watch! So, shut up and relax.”
What kind of kinky shit is this bitch into? Johnny thought to himself as Candice continued to tug on his flaccid dick trying to get it back standing up. No matter what she tried, it just wasn’t getting hard.
“You mind if I try?” Marcus asked.
“Wait, no, no, no. Nigga, don’t fucking touch me!” Johnny screamed. He knew soon as Marcus touched him his dick was gone get strong. Soon as Marcus touched the tip of his penis, his shit grew stiffer than a fruity popsicle.
“Well, why don’t you look at that?” Candice said, taking her tongue and gently brushing it around the shaft. “Yea, you definitely gay. Come help me suck it Marcus.”
Marcus got on his knees and helped Candice suck on Johnny’s stiff member. They lathered him up with saliva as they both greedily took turns making Johnny’s average dick disappear down their throats. Johnny was paralyzed and couldn’t move. He was enjoying this pleasure so much that he thought he’d died and gone to heaven. He had two hot mouths sloppy sucking his dick like it was the last Snickers bar on Earth. Johnny couldn’t help but to enjoy the sensation of both mouths satisfying his flesh. Shortly after, he felt Marcus’s wet tongue slide inside his asshole as Candice bullied his dick until he came.
“Ahhh, shit that feels good,” Johnny moaned as his dick began to spurt cum everywhere like a busted pipe. Not knowing he had AIDS, Candice slurped him up with her warm and watery mouth while Marcus continued feasting on his anus.
“Won’t nobody know about our little fun if you would just surrender the North Cartel to Delano and wire me $75,000 to my account so that our baby will be well taken care of,” Candice spoke seductively, as if the tone of her voice was going to change anything.
“What!” Johnny jumped in the swing trying to get loose but couldn’t move. “What the fuck you just say?”
“Aht, aht, say you surrender first!” Candice said, pinching Johnny’s balls and biting the tip of his dick to inflict pain on him.
“Alright, chill, I will surrender,” Johnny said, trying to bear with the pain.
“And you will give me $75,000 in cash for our baby!”
“Yea, whatever you say, crazy bitch!” Johnny had an attitude. He was pissed to find out Delano was blackmailing him like this. He had something for his ass, little did Delano know.
“Ok, glad we got an understanding,” Candice said, and she continued to suck and jack Johnny’s dick off until he came inside a cup she prepared for him. This entire time, Johnny didn’t know he was being videotaped without his permission.
“Fuuuck!!” Johnny moaned as he felt the aftereffects of nutting from two people at once for the second time.
“I got my nut in a cup, now you can send my money, or I leak this shit to the media!” Candice threatened. “You hear me?”
“Yea, I got you, just let me run to the car really fast to grab my phone so I can transfer you the funds.” This caught Johnny completely off guard. He had grabbed his pants and looked for his phone, which he realized he left in the car.
“Cash! I want cash!” She pouted like a child having a temper tantrum.
“You think I would carry that kind of cash in me? Let me Cash app you the money,” Johnny begged, knowing damn well she wasn’t going to live to see a damn dime deposit. One, she’d now contracted AIDS, and two, he didn’t like to get threatened.
“Alright, make it quick,” she said, going to go look for her turkey baster in the kitchen.
Johnny slipped his pants on and dashed to the car to get his gun. He was just starting to like Candice, but she had to threaten and blackmail him the way she did. He got to the car and cocked his gun to make sure the chamber was full and loaded. Once the gun clicked, he walked into the house and pointed the gun on Candice as she was coming from the kitchen. She froze in her tracks, dropping the turkey baster, and screamed. POW! POW! He pulled the trigger twice. Johnny shot her in both of her perky titties, killing her instantly. The gunshots echoed through the house as he shot another two bullets in the back of her head. He wanted to make sure the bitch was dead.
Marcus was upstairs in the shower when he heard the gunshots and rushed down the stairs.
“Babe, what’s goi—” Marcus said before freezing when he saw Johnny with the gun in his hands.
“Nigga, get yo’ motherfucking ass over here and show me all the cameras y’all have around this bitch.” Johnny waved the gun and demanded him to find every camera posted. Marcus walked slowly down the stairs and showed Johnny all the places where the hidden cameras were. “Now get on your knees!”
As Marcus was getting on both of his knees, he said a silent prayer before Johnny wacked him upside his head with the butt of the gun. “Nigga what the fuck is you doing? Suck this dick or I’ll kill you too.” Marcus opened his mouth without missing a beat. He sucked Johnny’s dick, but not as good because he was scared. “Suck my dick with love in your throat!” Johnny screamed, but Marcus didn’t improve. He held the gun to his head and gripped the handle tightly. “Oh fuck it!”
POW!
You Abandoned Me
“OHHH, fuck me daddy!” Desi moaned as she was yet again getting her walls stretched by Delano’s large eight inches of dick. Her pussy was ok; it wasn’t hitting on shit like Kairo’s though. That was one thing he missed about Kairo, her tight-gripping, super wet pussy. It had him in his feelings and he tr
ied hard not to focus on that but no matter what he did, he would always circle back to Kairo. Speaking of Kairo, she was back in Detroit and downstairs inside the house listening to him fuck Desi into a coma. His dumbass forgot to change the locks and by chance, she caught a flight soon after watching Dre die in her arms. Enough was enough. This motherfucker was going to have to pay the fuck up one way or another.
“Yo Kairo, you just gon’ let him disrespect you like that?” Jason whispered as he trailed behind her in the dark downstairs.
“Shh, I got this.” Kairo crept up the stairs, making her way to the bedroom where the action was taking place. Delano was so loud grunting and slapping Desi’s ass cheeks, leaving hand marks on her skin while Kairo watched from a distance. She watched Delano fuck another woman for the first time. This brewed so much anger inside her because although he signed the divorce papers, they were legally still married until the divorce was final.
“Fuck!” Delano yelled as he released another fat nut inside Desi, unaware Kairo was standing in the doorway watching them get down.
Clap! Clap! Clap!
“Bravo, motherfucking bravo,” Kairo said as she did small graduate claps that startled them both, catching them off guard. Desi gasped and grabbed the covers to cover her naked body but it was too late, Kairo saw what she needed to see. She was indeed not expecting to walk in and catch her husband fucking another woman. Delano just stood there with his hard dick poking out like he didn’t just get caught cheating. “Just when I thought about coming back to fix our marriage, I catch you cheating? You always getting caught with bitches when I’m away. Do you want her to end up like Cali and Nikki too?”
Desi looked back and forth between Kairo and him. “Delano, who the fuck is this pregnant woman?” she asked. She was under the impression he was divorced already.
“My fucking wife,” he replied, mumbling under his breath and gritting his teeth.
“Speak the fuck up. I can’t quite hear you!” Kairo yelled at Delano. “Did you know this nigga has HIV, why you up here fucking him raw?” she lied to scare the woman. Since she finally caught this nigga with his pants down, she was for sure going to bust a cap in his ass.
