Dirty Heat

by Cairo

  I glance at the time on my iPad. 7:30 p.m.

  I scowl, wondering where the fuck Stephanie is with my daughter. But I’m not about to text her to find out. On second thought, I think, grabbing my cell. Where’s Maya? I text.

  A few seconds later, my phone pings. It’s her. I’m surprised she’s hit me back so quickly. Usually it takes her twenty, sometimes thirty, minutes before she decides to get back at me, if not at all, unless she wants something.

  @ TeeTee’s. she’s gnna stay the night. teetee’s takn the kids 2 storybook land 2morrow. i 4got 2 tell u

  You forgot? Yeah, right. Whatever!

  She ain’t forget shit!

  I don’t respond back.

  TeeTee is my sister. So it’s not that I have a problem with Amaya staying over. It’s the fact that Stephanie stays doing shit without consulting me, first, to see what I think. But I know her passive-aggressive ass. She did that she being funny. I know Amaya told her that I was planning to take her up to Pennsylvania Dutch Country tomorrow because I overheard her telling her in the kitchen the other night.

  “Who else’s going?”

  “Nobody. Just me and Daddy.”

  “Mmph. Dutch Country, my ass. Why is he taking you there?”

  “Because I like it there. And I asked him to.”

  “Mmph. All I know is, I better not find out he’s bringing some Quaker bitch around you, or I’ma get real ugly on his ass.”

  “Mommy, don’t talk like that. Why are you always so mean to Daddy?”

  “What? Oh, so you’re taking up for his ass, huh?”

  “No. I’m not taking up for him. I just don’t like when you say mean things about him.”

  “Girl, take your little fresh-ass to bed before I smack you in your mouth.”

  It took everything in me not to storm in and shut it down. But I let her have her moment. Although Stephanie’s never put her hands on Amaya, she’s come at her real crazy with her mouth. And Amaya is smart enough to know what time it is. She knows her mother’s a loose cannon.

  Now I gotta be up in this motherfucker with her ass..

  Ping. Another text message. Now what the fuck does she want?

  I’m omw home. U want sumthn while I’m out?

  I frown. Stephanie hasn’t asked me if I’ve wanted something while she’s out in years. Now all of sudden she’s asking?

  Yeah, for your ass to stay gone!

  Nah. I’m good, I text back.

  I open my desk drawer and pull out my stash, deciding to roll a blunt and chill out.

  Usually “I’m on my way home” means I’ll be home in about two hours. And that’s fine with me.

  I pack my cigar with weed, then light it.

  Thirty minutes later, I’m real mellow, feeling nice as hell. And, Stephanie’s still not home like I knew she wouldn’t be. If I’m lucky, maybe she’ll stay out all night.

  I decide to hit up a few of my boys trying to see who wants to get up and maybe hit up a titty-bar. But, to my dismay, they all on house arrest tonight. Wifeys got ’em all on lock.

  I shake my head. It’s Friday night, and I don’t have shit to get into tonight. At least if Amaya was home, I could rent a movie and order pizza or play one of her favorite board games with her.

  This is some pathetic bullshit.

  I light another blunt, taking a few deep pulls.

  “Hey, you want some shrimp fried rice?” Stephanie says all nice and sweet, knocking on the door and walking in at the same time. I didn’t even hear her come in the crib. I cringe. Fuck. I’m in the third bedroom, the one I’ve taken over, and turned into my man cave.

  I keep from sucking my teeth at the unwanted intrusion.

  This bitch…

  “Nah, I’m good,” I say, not looking up at her, scrolling through my Facebook newsfeed, hoping she gets the hint.

  That I’m not beat for chitchat.

  “You wanna watch this Zane movie with me. It just came out on DVD.”

  Now this makes me look up at her. Look at her. Standing here with her broad-shouldered-linebacker-looking ass. She used to have a sexy-ass body, thick in all the right places. Now she’s all stomach and back fat, just sloppy with it. And I’m supposed to wanna be with something looking like this. Fuck outta here.

  I blink. She’s gotten her hair done. She’s cut that raggedy weave out and has her hair cut in a short style and has it highlighted. And, I won’t front. It looks nice on her. She even has on lipstick. A burgundy color, I think. I have to be straight up. She might have let her body go, but she’s still pretty in the face. Still, I keep from frowning at her offer. Why the hell would I want to sit through some shit with a bunch of sex scenes in it with her?

  I give her a blank stare, trying like hell to keep from saying what I’m really thinking. Then to sweeten the deal, she adds, “I bought two bottles of Moscato, and a bag of weed, if you want some.”

  Drinks. Smoke. Sex flick. Oh, she thinks she’s slick. But I’m not even about to fall for the trap. Tomorrow, she’ll be right back on her extra shit.

  Man, relax. Just keep shit light.

  She’s standing here, running a hand over her hair, waiting. She wants me to acknowledge her new look.

  “Nah, I’m good on the drinks and flick,” I say. “But I might light up with you.”

  And maybe give you some dick if I get horny enough.

  “Oh, okay. I’m gonna take a shower, first.”

  I give her a head nod. “Aiight.”

  “You want the door closed?”

  “Yeah.”

  I wait for the door to shut, then reach for my cell, sliding my bluetooth back over my ear. I redial 1-900-SexHeat. A chat line for cats like me not looking to actually go out and cheat, but are looking for a quick way to get off without a bunch of bullshit.

  I rub my dick over my sweats, feeling it harden at the thought of another round of some hot, dirty phone sex.

  I hear the shower running upstairs. Yeah, wash that ass, I think as I light another blunt. And clip them pussy hairs. I inhale the smoke deep into my lungs, holding it in as I punch through all the recorded greetings from hundreds of thousands of horny women wanting to talk to unhappy, sexually frustrated men like me, perhaps even like them.

  Some might consider it cheating. I don’t. It’s only cheating if I go out and fuck. All this is is heavy breathing, low moaning, and whispering. I call it a great escape.

  Fantasy.

  An illusion.

  Role-playing.

  A seductive break from reality, that’s it. There’s no intent on fucking any of my phone bone encounters. Hell, most of the women I speak to live hundreds of miles away. So it’s safe. No temptation to seek any of them out. It’s simply something to take my mind off the bullshit here, while getting a good nut.

  There’s nothing wrong with that, right?

  Right.

  It’s innocent, clean, healthy fun.

  A stress reliever.

  Damn, just thinking about some fantasy sex got me wanting to bust another load bad as fuck. It’s something I do twice, maybe three times a week. Phone bone.

  Keeping it straight up. Smoking a blunt relaxes me. But busting a nut over the phone helps keep me sane. And puts me to sleep. And, yeah, watching porn helps. But there’s nothing like hearing the moans and groans of an anonymous woman. I can mentally fuck whomever I want, whenever I want. However I want.

  Dirty and raw.

  So, nah, it’s not cheating. It isn’t about seeking a love connection. It isn’t looking to replace what’s missing at home, either. Like I said, I have access to pussy, anytime I want it, but at what cost?

  More drama?

  More headache?

  Not interested.

  Phone sex, for me, is strictly about release, talking dirty, masturbating, busting this nut, then disconnecting. There’s no emotional connection. No other expectations except getting me off, or each other off, on command.

  I don’t care what her race is, or whether o
r not she looks like a sea cow or Mother Goose on the other end of the phone. All that matters to me is how sexy her voice sounds, how well she moans, and how creative her imagination is.

  Like now…

  I press the prompt, selecting the voice that catches my attention.

  Then rise from my chair. Pull my sweats down over my hips, then pull my fat dick out of my boxers. I don’t have the biggest dick. It’s only seven, seven-and-a-half. But it’s thick as fuck and it stretches a pussy up real nice. And I have some nice, big balls loaded with nut. My dick is what it is, but I imagine it to be more. Shit, sometimes while watching porn, I’ve found myself measuring my shit, comparing my size to some of them hung porn stars, wishing I had a bigger dick. Not that I’m not happy with my size. Like I said, it’s thick as fuck. And my shit gets the job done, well. Still, sometimes I wish I had been blessed with a few inches more.

  But during my phone sex encounters, my shit is always nine, ten, eleven, sometimes twelve, inches.

  Tonight, I’m ten inches of hard dick.

  “Tell me what you want, baby,” the voice on the other end of the line says softly.

  I reach for my warming lube. Squirt some in my hand. Then grip my dick at the base and slowly slide my hand up and down and around over the head, then back down my shaft.

  “I want some wet pussy, baby.”

  “Mmm, yes. Tell me more.”

  “I wanna lay back and watch you suck and deep throat my dick ’til it gets rock hard, then climb on top and ride it slow and deep.”

  “Ooh, yes. My juices are already trickling out of me. But before I slide my wet pussy down on your dick, I’m going to suck it. You like your dick sucked?”

  I groan. “Fuck yeah. I love that shit.”

  “I’m sliding my body down yours, kissing all over your chest, licking over your nipples…”

  I slide a hand up under my T-shirt and pinch my right nipple until it pebbles. I’m big on nipple play. For some reason, mine are wired to my dick.

  “Mmm,” she moans. “The head of your dick is already wet for me…”

  “Aaah, shit yeah,” I groan. “You got my shit so hard, baby. I’m horny as fuck.”

  “Oooh, yes. I love hard, horny dick. I love feeling it brush over my tongue, then hit the back of my throat. Mmm. My throat is so tight and wet for your hard, horny cock, baby.”

  I groan, deepening my strokes, my hand gliding up and down my shaft.

  “I’m kissing the head of your dick—like this—” She makes kissing sounds. “And like this—while playing with your balls.”

  I listen out for the shower upstairs. It’s still running. Good. Stephanie’s usually already up in her room, in bed, or not home when I’m getting it in on the phone. But knowing she’s upstairs, and the possibility of her walking in on me, catching me with my dick in my hand excites me more than I already am.

  Fucking another broad in our, well, Stephanie’s, bed—not that I would ever do it—and she walking in on us is a fantasy of mine.

  “Yeah, baby…what else you gonna do to this dick before I fuck you with it?”

  “I’m going to wetly lap up the length of your dick, then lick over that head, then suck you into my mouth—mmmm—savoring your sweet, salty precum. Mmm…oooh, it’s so good. I love how you taste.”

  “Yeah, suck on this dick. Suck this nut out.” I rapidly stroke myself, feeling my nut rising to the surface. I quickly change strokes, milking my dick nice and slow.

  “Ooh yes…mmm…I love the smell of your musky heat as I suck your balls into my mouth one at a time.”

  “Aah, yeah. I love these balls sucked. Get ’em nice and wet, baby. Let me feel that spit sliding down into my ass.”

  She moans. “My panties are soaked. I want you to rip them off of me with your teeth, then shove your tongue deep in it.”

  “Yeah, you like that pussy licked?”

  “Mmm, yes. I want you to bite my clit.”

  “Yeah, pinch that shit. Make believe it’s my teeth, biting on that fat clit.”

  “Ohgod, yes, yes, yes…”

  “Can I tie you up, then paddle your ass?”

  “Yes, yes, yes, yessss!”

  “Let me fuck you in that ass…”

  “Wait, no. Not yet, baby. Please. Let me feel it in my pussy first. I’m ready to climb up on top of you and feel your hot cock inside of me. Oooh, I’m grinding my wet pussy on your thigh. Can you feel how wet I am?”

  “Yeah, baby. Aaah, yeah…you’re so wet. I’m gonna finger your ass while you’re riding my dick getting it ready to be fucked. Mmm, aaah, yeah…ride that dick, baby. I want you to ride it until I spray my big hot load of cum all over your sweet walls. You want this hot nut in your pussy, huh, baby…?”

  “Mmm, yessss,” she purrs into my ear, “flood my pussy…”

  “Then I want you to sit on my face and let me eat my cream out of you while you suck the rest of my nut and your cunt juices off my dick.”

  “Oooh, yessss, daddy. Oooh, I love a nasty man. How big is your dick?”

  “Ten thick inches, baby.”

  “Ooh, yes, I love big dick,” she murmurs. “I’m getting so wet thinking about having that big, hard horse dick fucking my pussy. You want this wet pussy?”

  I groan. My dick is thick and hard and aching right now. “Yeah, I want it. I deserve it.” My dick throbs in my hand as she tells me she wants me to tickle her pussy lips with my tongue.

  “Yeah, I need that baby. My tongue all over them puffy lips.”

  She giggles and that makes my dick throb even harder. “Ooh, that tickles. Mmm. Yes. Tickle my pussy. Mmm. Oooh, yes…you’re worthy of some good, wet pussy on your dick and face and all over your tongue, boo. Mmm. You deserve to feel and taste how wet and juicy my pussy gets…”

  “Hell yeah. I deserve that shit, baby.”

  “Are you married? I love married cock.”

  “Yeah, I’m married.”

  “Mmm. Your wife doesn’t fuck you?”

  My dick pulses at the thought of Stephanie walking in and catching me on the phone getting off with another woman. “Nah. I ain’t fucking her.”

  Not on a regular.

  “Mmmm. Why? Why aren’t you giving your wife that big dick?”

  I grunt, tightening my grip on my dick. “She doesn’t deserve this shit, baby. But you do. She isn’t worthy of this good dick. Tell me what that pussy looks like?”

  “Um, ooh, too bad for her. That’s just more dick for me. My pussy’s the color of brown sugar…”

  I lick my lips. “Damn. I bet it tastes sweet like brown sugar, too.”

  “Mmm, yes. Real sweet. And sticky, too, like molasses.”

  “Damn.” I fist my dick, rapidly stroking it.

  “And it’s a pretty wet pink in the middle.”

  I cup my balls. Squeeze them. “Goddamn, baby.” I flap my tongue, making slurping sounds. “Feel my tongue all up in that sweet pussy?”

  “Yes. Mmm. Oooh. Yes. Lick that pretty pink pussy. Oooh…”

  “Yeah…yeah, baby. Aah, shit. Let me lick your ovaries. Tongue all around your uterus. You gonna let me stick this dick in your ass, huh, baby…?”

  “Ooh, yes, yes, yes…tongue it, first. Get it nice and wet for that big fat cock. Then slide your fingers in it.”

  “Yeah, fuck. You want my fingers deep in your ass while I’m sucking on your clit, huh, baby…?”

  “Yes, yes, yes, yes…ooh, go knuckles deep. Mmmm…my pussy’s so fucking wet for you. Oooh, I love hard dick, baby. Love sucking dick. Love lots of fucking. Mmm. I love my ass stretched and fucked real deep, baby. You wanna feel me coming all over your dick?”

  “Yeah, baby, come all over it. Get that wet pussy up on this dick…”

  “I’m straddling you now. Mmm. I’m reaching between us, grabbing your hard cock. Oooh, it’s so hot in my hand. Mmm…I’m rubbing it over the mouth of my pussy. My pussy’s clenching for it. Can you feel it…?”

  “Yeah, baby. I feel that shit.
Aaah. Give me that pussy.”

  “I’m sliding down on it. Ooooh, it’s stretching me. Aaaah, uhh, ooooh…God, you’re so fucking big…I’m all the way down on it. Mmm…ohgod…”

  “Yeah, that shit feel good, baby. Are you my whore?”

  “Yes, baby. I’m your whore. I’m your filthy, little cum whore. I’m fucking my pussy on your dick. You like this whore pussy?”

  “Yeah, I love that shit. Fuck that wet cunt. Aaah, shit, baby…”

  She moans. “I’m coming…”

  “Aaaah, shit. I’m getting ready to bust this nut, baby. Where you want it?”

  “In my pussy, in my throat, in my ass. I want it deep in me. Drown me in it. Drench me in it. Oooh, aaaah, yes…smother me with it, baby!”

  I grunt. Then groan. My dick is so fucking hard. And ready to explode. I hear the surround-sound in the living room come to life. Smell the weed.

  I stand up. Kick off my sweats and underwear draped around my ankles. Keep stroking my dick. Waiting. I’m ready to bust this nut. But I’m trying to hold out. Trying to wait for Stephanie to walk in. I wanna bust this nut on her face. Then throw her down over my desk and fuck the shit out of her.

  This chick on the other end of the phone keeps talking, low and dirty, telling me how hard she’s coming on my dick, how fast she’s riding it. She’s moaning and purring.

  I step away from my desk. Open the door. Bite my bottom lip.

  “Aaah, shit,” I mutter, standing in the middle of the doorway, waiting, waiting, waiting.

  Yeah, crazy ass, come catch me getting this nut…

  “Here it comes,” I whisper, dipping my knees, moving my hips, pumping my dick in and out of my hand.

  “Mmmm. Yes, yes, yes…come for me, baby…”

  I tell my phone freak to keep talking that nasty shit as I’m walking out into the living room.

  Stephanie looks over at me. Her eyes grow wide. “Ohmygod! What the fuck?”

  “Come get this nut,” I groan, standing in front of her, blocking her view of the television.

  Stephanie’s mouth drops open in shock. She hasn’t seen this side of me in years. Maybe it’s the haircut. Maybe it’s the weed. Maybe it’s having an anonymous woman in my ear, moaning and begging for this dick, this nut, while Stephanie’s sitting here, watching me. Surprised. And, suddenly, turned on.