by Linette King
“Bring that ass back over here!” I said as I grabbed her hips and snatched her back towards me. I entered her roughly and continued to knock her back out. “This pussy gushing girl damn!” I said as I slowed my pace.
Every time she came I could feel her pussy muscles squeeze my dick and she almost drained me every time.
“It’s wet for you daddy!” she moaned out as she slipped her hands between her legs.
I reached over, popped her hand and she moved it out the way. I grabbed her hair and snatched her head back as I gave her long, deep, rough strokes. She tried to crawl away again, so I knew she was about to nut. Every time her nut was coming, she would try to stop it. I have no idea why she kept running from it. Her body began to tremble and she started squeezing my dick with her pussy muscles again. I felt that familiar tingle at my toes and knew I was about to nut.
Once she realized it, she started bucking back on a nigga. I felt like a bitch the way she had my body rocking. I fought hard to think about anything else because I wasn’t ready to cum yet. She started squeezing me and throwing her big ass in a circle.
“Umm.” I moaned out as I slapped her ass where my name is tattooed.
She moaned out and threw her ass back faster and I couldn’t fight it anymore. I fucked her hard, then pulled out just before I came. I sat down on the bed as I removed the condom and caught my breath. I could feel her eyes burning through me, but I refused to acknowledge her. Once I caught my breath, I walked out to the bathroom. The only thing I had on was a condom and tube socks as I made my way down her hall.
When I made it inside of the bathroom, I poured my nut in the toilet and flushed it. I then made my way to the sink and ran water in the condom. None of the water came out so I flushed the condom and then hopped in the shower.
I walked back into the room and she was still sitting there with an attitude. She was seriously doing the fucking most! She was sitting with her back against the headboard, with her arms folded across her plump breast. I shook my head as I put my clothes back on.
“Where you going?!” she asked with an attitude.
I checked my phone to see if Tamia had called but she hadn’t. I don’t know what her ass been doing all day but she hadn’t called me a single time!
“Home.” I answered as I turned around to face her. I knew exactly what argument we were about to have, because we’ve had it plenty of times since I moved her here two months ago.
I bought her a high rise condo and felt so guilty about the shit that I went and bought Tamia a BMW. There was no way I would let a bitch I’m fucking outdo my girl.
“Why can’t you just stay Rashard?” she asked in a whiny like voiced. I sighed heavily because I couldn’t believe we were about to do this again.
“Chill man don’t start.” I said as I held my hand out to stop her, but it was too late. She jumped up with her titties swinging as she made her way to me aggressively.
“Don’t start! Nigga did you just say don’t start?! Naw nigga, don’t you start! Why the fuck did you move me here huh? You want me to be your ass on the side nigga?!” she screamed in my face.
I didn’t respond because I was trying not to be the asshole that I use to be.
“Man. You. Better. Fucking. Answer. Me!” she said as she clapped in between each word.
“This bitch is fucking looney.” I thought to myself as I continued to stare at her.
“This is not how I envisioned shit between us Rashard!” she screamed as fresh tears fell down her cheeks.
“Oh here we go.” I thought to myself as I gave her a minute to get herself together.
“I didn’t expect to fall in love with you.” she said as she lowered her gaze to the ground. I’m sure she could see my jaw that had just hit the floor.
When I first started talking to her, she was only using me for money. Shit, I thought she’d be the perfect side chick since she had a motive! Hell I would just dish out the cash and she would dish out the ass with no feelings attached to it, but I was wrong.
“You shouldn’t have.” I said calmly. She looked up at me with a confused look on her face. “I got a few questions for you.” I said and waited for her to acknowledge what I had just said to her.
Instead of responding, she climbed back onto her bed. “When I met you, did I have a girl?” I asked but she didn’t respond. “When I asked you to move here, did I have a girl?” I asked and she still didn’t respond. I could see her blood boiling as she got pissed off unrightfully so. “Is the girl that was my girl when we met still my girl now?” I asked just as calm as I was when I first spoke up. She continued to stare at me. “If you answer yes to any of those questions, why the fuck would you fall in love with me?” I asked.
My first three questions were rhetorical because there was no need in her answering questions I already knew the answer to. Now that last question, that last question was a serious fucking question. She started fucking me knowing about Tamia. She moved here knowing about Tamia. Now she’s sitting her mad because I’m going home to Tamia!
I shook my head as I turned around to walk out of the door when something hit me in my back. I turned around and looked down. I saw she threw her fucking shoe at me. I looked up ready to snap out on her ass but had to dodge another shoe.
“What the fuck?!” I shouted as I ducked again.
She had thrown a lamp that shattered once it came into contact with the wall. I wanted to snap her fucking neck as I ducked out of the room and high tailed it out the door. As soon as I made it to my car, she was standing at the door wearing only a T shirt that barely covered anything up.
I crank my car up and pulled off. Now I need to go check on Tamia’s ass because normally she would have called me going off by now. Hopefully, she doesn’t want any dick because I just gave Natasia everything.
Yeah, I’m still fucking with the green eyed beauty. Ole gold digging turned love sick chick! I shook my head at the thought of what had just happened just as my phone started ringing. I answered it using the Bluetooth in my Bugatti. Man, I dropped $350,000 as a down payment to drive off in this beauty. Tamia said it was a foolish choice, but didn’t say that shit when I pulled up in her BMW.
“Yo!” I yelled out to answer the phone.
“Ah boy! What’s good fam?” Meech yelled into the phone.
Meech is my homeboy from back in the day. Back when I was the look out, he used to answer the phone calls from the old head that were in prison. When I opted to go to school so I could become a legit businessman, he decided to move off and take over Atlanta since I had Detroit on lock. Funny thing is, he’s been here for years and still haven’t locked down everything and now he wants my help to do just that.
“Ain’t shit fam, fina go check on my lady.” I said to him. He chuckled lightly but didn’t say anything. “What’s up?” I asked.
“Man you need to come down to DOA.” he exclaimed. That may not be a bad idea.
“Iight bet.” I said then disconnected the call.
Michelle (Missy)
This past year has been filled with nothing but heartache and bad karma. It doesn’t matter where I go, I think someone has figured out who I am. The news has stopped posting my pictures long ago, so I don’t know how people keep figuring me out.
I’m in Prichard, Alabama right now. I had been hiding out here for the past three months but now I have to go.
“Please don’t kill me.” the maid begged.
See she saw me in the hallway the other day and looked at me twice, so she had to have figured me out right? Why else would she do a double take if she hadn’t recognized me on the news for murder?
“If you didn’t know who I was I wouldn’t have to.” I explained to her.
The only reason she was still alive is because I had to figure out how to kill her quietly. I didn’t have any knives and I was too afraid to call for room service. I was scared that they would want to come all the way in. I’ve been staying at the Ritz Carlton thanks to this old white ma
n I serviced. He got the room in his name for the next three days but when they find this house keeper dead, they will be calling him.
I made sure I was extra carefully coming and going because I always wore a fitted baseball cap. My hair had grown to shoulder length since I shaved my hair off, but I still didn’t look like my old self. Hell, I even scratched off the skin on the tips of my fingers then burned them. Well Missy did that of course but we’re one in the same.
I glanced around the room until the blow dryer caught my attention. I walked over to it and yanked it completely off the wall and approached the maid slowly. I had a sad expression on my face because I didn’t want to kill her. I also didn’t want to go to jail, so I had no other choice. I know if I tried to just leave Missy would come back and finish her off in a weird and unusual way.
“Please don’t do this.” she begged as I got within arm’s reach. I lowered my head as I willed myself not to kill this woman. “I have children.” she said as she tried to further plead her case.
That was all it took for me to walk out of the door. I left her tied to the chair because I knew housekeeping would come in and find her.
Missy (Michelle)
Sometimes I hate this weak bitch! That bitch probably doesn’t even have kids! “We’ll see.” I thought to myself as I walked swiftly back into the room.
The maid’s eyes filled with horror when she laid eyes on me again. I gave her a slight smirk as I walked up to her swiftly. I kicked her in the chest and knocked the chair completely over. I think the impact knocked the wind out of her because she was having a hard time catching her breath. I sat on my knees next to her as she had a coughing fit. I twisted my nose up in pure disgust once I got a whiff of her breath.
“Bitch your breath is being real disrespectful right now!” I snapped as I walked into the bathroom.
I needed to find something that smelled good. Everything was fucking bite size so I grabbed it all. “Open up.” I said to her using my sing song voice.
When I saw she wasn’t going to open her mouth, I pinched her nose so she couldn’t breathe. A few seconds later, she had no choice but to open her mouth. I squeezed all of the toothpaste in the back of her mouth.
She had no choice but to swallow it. I then opened up a bottle of shampoo and conditioner and poured them down her throat as well. She coughed and gagged. I jumped up right before she started to throw up. I stood there and watched her until she started choking. I allowed her to choke until I thought she was about to die. I turned the chair over on its side to help her out.
“You’re not leaving me that easy sweetie.” I said to her with a bright smile on my face. She didn’t respond as she continued to throw up.
I waited patiently for her to finish then made my way back into the bathroom.
“Please no more.” she begged. I smiled at her even though she couldn’t see me.
I emptied the trash can, filled it up with water and grabbed a towel. I saw this shit on TV once and always wanted to do it. I was so hyped up about crossing this off of my bucket list that I almost dropped the water. I pulled my pants and panties off and sat on my knees behind her head.
I used my knees to lock her head in place then placed the towel on top of her face. I had no idea what the towel was going to do but I used it because they used it. I poured the water over the towel but it only took about five seconds before I ran out of water.
“Damn, I poured it too fast.” I explained to her as I got up to fix more water.
When I returned, she was still coughing and choking. I shook my head at her as I tried it again. I laughed the entire time. Then a lightbulb went off! I hopped up and filled the trashcan with scorching hot water and came back. I removed the towel because I wanted to see what her skin would do. I could feel my pussy getting wet as I thought about the pain she was about to feel. I stood up because I didn’t want to get burned when the water splattered. Hell, it was hard enough to hold this hot ass trash can.
I poured the water over her face slowly and she screamed out in pain. I watched her skin break away and roll off like little beads of rice. She continued to scream and I didn’t want anyone to come save her. I stomped her head over and over until she stopped screaming. Hell even after she stopped screaming I kept stomping her. Blood was everywhere and now thanks to this bitch, I needed a shower! I went to the bathroom and took a quick shower, got dressed and headed out the room.
I walked all the way to the bus stop and paid this old lady to buy my tickets with money I stole from that old white man. “Atlanta are you ready for me?” I asked out loud.
Amere
I know something happened to Lisa, but I can’t figure out exactly what it was. I had been halfway expecting her to be at the crib when I got out of the hospital last year, but she wasn’t. I chalked it up to her not wanting to deal with my attitude after finding out Amiria was not my daughter. I actually only wanted to give my condolences. Had she made it, I would have still been in her life because I’m the only father she knew. Regardless of what those results said, she was my daughter. I helped raise her. I provided for her and her mother. For them to have a burial service and not make sure I was there was completely beyond me! I wanted to file a missing person’s report on Lisa but shit, when she wants to be found I guess she will be. Anybody that runs off like she did deserves to get lost first. Trifling bitch.
As I scrolled through my contact list, I passed by Tamia’s name. She and I have been keeping in contact as distant friends. She done packed up and moved to Atlanta and in all honesty, I’m trying to pull a Lisa on her ass. Remember how Lisa found out she lived in Detroit, so we moved out here? Yeah well that’s what I’ve been thinking about doing this last month.
Tamia told me Armani has a son now and she named him Armad. I knew she only told me that to see if he was my child because Armani won’t tell her who his dad is. Hell in all actuality, Armani probably doesn’t know who his dad is. I’m sure she would tell Tamia if she knew. At first I was a little skeptical about keeping information that could hurt Tamia to myself, but it looks like Armani has turned over a new leaf.
Now I don’t think Tamia and Rashard are doing good right now because these last few days she has answered every time I called her, and responded every time I texted her. I’ve tried to ask her what’s going on with them, but not on no hating type shit. I want to know what’s going on so I know if I can slide in somewhere. If Rashard is fucking up, I know Tamia will drop him like a bad habit; because that’s how she did me. What makes him any different?
I’ve grown a lot and changed a lot and now I know my biggest mistake was ever cheating on a woman like Tamia. Then as if that wasn’t bad enough, I cheated on her with a nothing ass bitch like Lisa. Now they’re both Gone with the Wind.
I picked up my phone and called my cousin out in Atlanta.
“Yea?” He answered. I could tell he was trying to raise his voice over the loud music.
“Where you at fam?” I asked.
“You know Meech my nigga. I’m at the strip club. You here?” Meech asked and I wished like hell I was, but not to go to the strip club.
If I can get closer to Tamia, I can show her that I’ve changed. I just need a chance to show her I can be that man for her again.
“Not yet. I’m gone fly out this weekend but bruh.” I said and paused because I really hate asking for shit. Niggas never let you live it down when you need them. They constantly bring up the fact that they had to help you.
“What’s up?” He continued to yell over the music.
“My funds a lil dry. I need a job when I get there.” I said and he agreed.
I know he’s going to look out because we’re family. Plus, he knows I can be trusted. Shit back on the coast, I was pretty hot shit. I wasn’t running anything, but I was definitely well off. Everybody knew me, so everybody was willing to break bread with me. That’s why I didn’t want to move to Detroit. Shit for one, I didn’t know anyone and people won’t break bread with strangers.
I’ve managed to do a little something around here lately, but I know it’s because the streets have been dry. I don’t know what happened around here but it’s been a serious drought! I’ve been trying to find a connect, but I haven’t had any luck. So really now, my best bet is to move out to Atlanta.
I only have $100,000 to my name and it may sound like a lot to you but shit, fast money goes faster. I knew I wouldn’t be able to fly with this large sum of money, so I decided to make that 11-hour drive. I figured I’d go ahead and drive four hours now, then get a room and drive the rest of the way after check out. I packed a small bag and loaded my trunk with the money and my clothes. I pulled off, filled up my gas tank and headed to Atlanta.
Three hours in, I was beyond tired. Man I could barely keep my eyes open. I continued to drive another two hours and found one of those old motels. As I pulled in, it reminded me of the horror movie called Vacancy. The oddest thing was, the No flashed on and off just like it did on the movie. I parked and walked into the office. It was a small office with a large desk and one of those box TVs behind the desk. The TV had bunny ears on it that probably only allowed the skinny, white, snaggletooth clerk to see a couple of channels.
“Yea that movie had to have been shot here.” I thought to myself as I approached the desk and cleared my throat. I paid for my room and he gave me a key that was hanging on a hook behind the desk.
All of these signs, you would think a nigga would dip out until I came to another one, but I was beyond tired. When I walked in my room, it smelled like stale cheese crackers and feet with a faint smell of cigarettes.
I looked around the room and took in the hard looking bed that I didn’t want to sit on at all. The TV sat on the dresser but there were no drawers. “What the fuck kind of shit is this?” I asked myself out loud.
