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by Cairo


  “On my stomach. No, no, over my cock.”

  I frown, tryin’ not to look down at his dick strainin’ against his lil’ panty-like drawz. This muhfucka’s real outta control.

  I pull open my ass, and start pushin’.

  “Damn, you have a nice ass. I love the way your balls hang.”

  I frown. “Yo, my man. You gonna have’ta shut the fuck up. All this yappin’ is makin’ it hard for me to take this shit.”

  “I’m sorry. I can’t help myself. You don’t know how amazingly sexy it is to see a muscular, masculine man’s ass pulled open over me. You’re so sexy. The way your brown hole puckers when you strain. It’s like it’s winking at me. Seeing you squatted over me is such a turn-on.”

  “Well, no disrespect, my dude, but I’ma need you to keep the fuck quiet so I can concentrate.”

  “Okay. It’s going to be hard, like my cock. But I’ll try.”

  I close my eyes and push.

  “Can I touch your balls?”

  I shoot him a nasty look over my shoulder. “Nah, man. I ain’t wit’ that shit.”

  “Okay. Just asking. But I’ll pay extra.”

  I ain’t wit’ havin’ another muhfucka touchin’ my shit. But, uh…it’s all about collectin’ this paper. So…

  “How much more?”

  “Fifty more dollars. I just want to touch them. Nothing else.”

  I hold my dick up in case the muhfucka tries to be on some slick shit. “Aiight, you can touch my balls. But don’t squeeze ’em. And don’t be tryna grab at my dick.”

  He moans, lightly grazin’ my balls wit’ the tips of his fingers in soft gentle strokes.

  Oh shit.

  I grunt. Fart. Then dump a pile of hot shit on his chest. And this nasty muhfucka nuts on himself without ever touchin’ his dick.

  I grab one of the big, fluffy towels he has on the bed and wipe my ass.

  “Here,” he says, holdin’ a hand out. “I’ll take that.”

  I hand him the shitty towel. Then grab my clothes and head into his marbled bathroom. He has a washrag and soap already up on the marble counter for me.

  I reach for some toilet paper, wipe my ass some more, then run water over the rag, soapin’ it up. I wash my ass out wit’ the rag, then toss it up on the counter, catchin’ my reflection in the mirror on my way out.

  Muhfucka, you wild as hell.

  I smirk, steppin’ back out into dude’s bedroom. I stop in my tracks. Dude’s got my shit smeared over his dick ‘n’ he’s jackin’ off while sniffin’ the towel I wiped my ass on. He stares at me, grunting as his nut spurts outta his reddish-pink dick.

  “I couldn’t help myself,” he says all sheepish ‘n’ shit, grabbin’ the other towel ‘n’ wipin’ his hands on it.

  He reaches for his robe. “Give me a sec to wash my hands, then I’ll let you out.”

  A few seconds later, he’s walkin’ me down the stairs. “You seem like a really cool guy. Maybe we can make this a regular thing. I’m really a regular married guy who happens to have a weird fetish…”

  Yo, shut ya shitty-ass up ‘n’ just show me to the muthafuckin’ door.

  “I love to be farted and pooped on. The smell turns me on.”

  I frown. But keep my thoughts to myself. I ain’t hear to judge him. If that’s his thing, and he’s willin’ to cough up that paper, then fuck it. I’ll come through ‘n’ shit on the muhfucka. Hell, I’ll even shit in his mouth if it shuts him the fuck up.

  “You can smoke, drink, and watch porn if you want…”

  “No ball touchin’, though,” I say, raisin’ a brow. “And I want one-fiddy.”

  He opens the door, smilin’ ‘n’ smellin’ like shit. “Same time next week?”

  “Yeah,” I say, walkin’ out. “I got you.”

  Nasty muhfucka!

  TWO

  “Ohmygod, bae! Dinner was soooo good,” Nivia says, smilin’.

  I lean over ‘n’ kiss her lightly on the lips. “Glad you liked it.”

  “Liked it? I loved it.”

  I grin, feelin’ myself. I did my thing tonight. I surprised my baby wit’ dinner ‘n’ flowers ‘n’ a card.

  After I picked the kids up from school, then dropped ’em off over to her moms, I went to the grocery store, then came back here ‘n’ cooked one of her favorite meals. Shrimp scampi.

  I ain’t a Chef Ramsey or anything like that, but I watch mad cookin’ shows ‘n’ I know how to put it down in the kitchen.

  By the time Nivia walked through the door, I had the lights turned down low, candles lit all through the crib ‘n’ a Marsha Ambrosius mixtape floatin’ through the surround-sound. And a place setting for two set at the dining room table.

  “I can’t believe you did all this for me.”

  “Why wouldn’t I? You deserve it, babe.”

  She eyes me suspiciously. “Uh-huh. Since when?”

  “Since I heard what you said the other day.” I pull out the chair next to her ‘n’ sit, takin’ her hand ‘n’ holdin’ it in mine. “I heard you, baby. And you’re right. I need to do more around here. I’m ya man. And I should be holdin’ you down. Not the other way around.”

  “Don’t say that. You’re my man. I’m supposed to hold you down. It’s just that sometimes…it’s overwhelming.”

  “I know, baby.” I put her hand up to my lips ‘n’ kiss the inside of her palm. “I love you. I know I don’t tell you enough, but I love you ‘n’ I appreciate you holdin’ shit down. You go hard for ya man. Always have. And I don’t want you ever feelin’ like I’m takin’ you for granted.”

  “I don’t feel like that,” she says softly.

  “C’mon, Nivia. Don’t front. Yes, you do.”

  “Okay, sometimes I do. But I know you love me, Levar. And I know there isn’t anything you wouldn’t do for me. I know what kinda man you are when you have money. You’ve always taken care of me, and the kids.”

  “Shit’s been hard, babe,” I say, keepin’ shit a hunnid. “Sometimes I feel like I’m becomin’ a burden when you start comin’ at me all reckless, like I’m some charity case ‘n’ shit.”

  She frowns, pullin’ her hand away. “Don’t even go there,” she says wit’ attitude. “I know you’re not even trying to say I make you feel like that?”

  “C’mon, babe. I don’t wanna turn this into a fight. Let’s enjoy the rest of the night, aiight?”

  “I don’t want to fight, either. And I’m sorry you feel that way.”

  I lean in ‘n’ kiss her on the lips again as “With You” starts playin’.

  “I promise you, babes, we’ll make it outta this storm; just don’t give up on me. That’s all I ask.”

  She kisses me back. Slides her tongue in between my lips. I let my baby in. Let her tongue swirl around mine. Savor her soft lips. Feel my dick brickin’ up.

  And when she pulls back, I can’t front I feel weak. I love this fuckin’ girl, yo.

  I ain’t into doin’ some of the shit I’ma ’bout to get into, but if it’s gonna keep a few dollars in my pocket ‘n’ help lighten the load around here, then I’ma do what I gotta do to make it happen until I can find something better.

  But, until then…I’ma go hard ‘n’ make them tax-free dollars.

  Turn this dick into a business.

  I stand up ‘n’ grab a bottle of her favorite wine, Sweet Bitch.

  She grins. “Oh, you ain’t slick. You trying to get some pussy.”

  I laugh. “Nah. I’m tryna get dessert.” I wink at her, reachin’ for a wineglass.

  Nivia stares at me as I pour wine for her ‘n’ pass her the glass. “So are you going to tell me where you got the money to do all this?”

  She eyes me as I take the bottle to the head, takin’ a swig ‘n’ wipin’ my mouth wit’ the back of my hand. I can tell she wants to call me out on it, but she doesn’t.

  “One of my mans hit me up ‘n’ asked me to help this white cat he knows move. So I went out ‘n’ got that bread.”
/>   “Oh, okay. How much you make?”

  “Three fiddy,” I say coolly. In less than two hours, that is. After I shitted on dude this mornin’, I went to my next appointment ‘n’ fucked the drawz off this older white broad. She was like fifty-five ‘n’ bored outta her head wit’ hubby, lookin’ for some excitement ‘n’ some hard, black dick.

  I strapped up ‘n’ busted that old-ass pussy down. She started breathin’ all heavy, shakin’ ‘n’ clutchin’ her chest ‘n’ shit. For a second, I thought I had fucked a heart attack outta her ass.

  I ain’t gonna front. That shit kinda had me shook.

  But I walked outta there wit’ two crisp Ben Frankies.

  Nivia sips her wine. “That’s great.”

  “No doubt.” I set the bottle on the table. “I paid the cable bill, too.”

  “Ooh, look at my baby daddy. Go ’head, boy. You definitely getting some tonight.”

  I start laughin’. “Yo, you shot out.”

  “Lose Myself” starts playin’.

  Nivia raises a hand in the air ‘n’ starts snappin’ her fingers to the beat. “Ooh, this is my shit.” She closes her eyes ‘n’ starts singin’ ‘n’ swayin’. “Yasss Gawd. Sang Marsha, sang! I had to lose myself…”

  I grab her by the hands ‘n’ pull her into my arms, grindin’ up into her. I lean in ‘n’ whisper in her ear, “I wanna eat ya fat pussy real good. Lick you nice ‘n’ slow, then slowly kiss ya clit wit’ my warm wet lips…”

  She moans grindin’ her pussy into my thigh.

  “I wanna lick them sweet pussy lips ‘n’ kiss your inner thighs, then slide my tongue inside you, baby…I wanna taste you. Lick that wet pussy in ‘n’ out, suckin’ on ya clit while ticklin’ that shit wit’ my tongue…”

  Nivia moans again.

  “I wanna make you come so good you start beggin’ me to stop…”

  “Oh, Levar,” Nivia murmurs as I slide my lips back ‘n’ forth over hers. “You drive me so fucking crazy.”

  I smirk. “I know I do, boo.”

  She looks up at me. “You’re all I ever need, baby. I’m so lucky to have you in my world.”

  “Nah, baby,” I say, kissin’ her. “I’m the lucky one. I’m all yours, baby…”

  THREE

  I’m up in my bedroom in my drawz goin’ through another batch of emails on my laptop from the “Dick for Hire” ad I placed late last night. My shit’s flooded with horny muhfuckas tryna get at some hard dick. Some of ’em about games, but there’s a lot more tryna get it in.

  It’s been four days since my first two eps ‘n’ I’m already feelin’ like I can really turn this shit into a money-maker.

  Yeah, muhfucka, if the price is right…get that paper!

  I hit up a few peeps that seem legit, then hit Nivia up on text to see what time she’s comin’ home. She ‘n’ the kids are up in Union City at her sister’s baby shower and I’m here, relaxin’. But if I can fuck a few extra dollars outta some horny soul, then I’ma go make it pop.

  I’ve already made two hunnid today fuckin’ another old broad. She was in her sixties or some shit. Her pussy was dry as dust, but her mouth game was wetter than a muhfucka. Granny was all gums ‘n’ wet tongue. Them old jaws sucked my shit so good I almost let her suck my shit for free. True to life. Her head game was bananas.

  I scan through my emails. Then open an email that catches my attention from Dicklover. I frown as I start to read the shit.

  What the fuck?

  On May 11, 2014, at 4:19 pm, Dicklover wrote:

  Hi. Nice dick! no disrespect. I know you’re only into women and couples. But if you ever want to experience getting some good head from a guy, hit me up. What are your stats? Do you eat ass and like to 69? Do you fuck?

  Sent from my iPhone

  From: Dick4hire

  To: Dicklover

  Sent: Sunday, May, 11, 2014 5:22 pm

  Subject: Re: Lickin this dick

  31m in Linden n I’m straight yo

  A few minutes later, my email chimes. I gotta ’nother email. It’s dude again.

  5:24 pm<<<< wrote:

  I know. But I’m willing to change that.

  Sent from my iPhone

  I blink. Oh shit. I decide to see what’s really good wit’ this muhfucka. I ain’t checkin’ for a nigga, but if his paper’s right, I might let him suck on this dick. But it’s gonna have’ta be mad dark. No lights. No TV. And I’ma have’ta wear a mask or some shit so he ain’t seein’ my face.

  From: Dick4hire

  To: Dicklover

  Sent: Sunday, May, 11, 2014 5:35 pm

  Subject: Re: Lickin this dick

  U gen?

  5:39 pm<<<< Dicklover wrote:

  Yes. Very generous for the right dick. U host or travel?

  Sent from my iPhone

  From: Dick4hire

  To: Dicklover

  Sent: Sunday, May, 11, 2014 5:35 pm

  Subject: Re: Lickin this dick

  Na I gotta gurl. Travel only

  5:39 pm<<<< Dicklover wrote:

  Ok. I can host. Can we meet today? I am really horny. Can I suck your dick more than once tonight if possible? Do you fuck?

  Sent from my iPhone

  I type back: Wat u willin 2spend jus no kissin

  6:43 pm<<<< Dicklover wrote:

  Ok, no kissing. that’s cool. Like no more than 75. If you can give me two rounds of dick then up to 100. How many inches is your dick?

  This muhfucka crazy as fuck if he thinks I’ma let his nasty-ass get two rounds of this dick for only a hunnid. I shake my head. All this back and forth is starting to aggravate the shit outta me. But if this muhfucka’s tryna come up off that paper, then I’ma ride it out.

  I type, I’m only lookin for no lights no tv type of situation. Gotta be mad dark n ya crib. Let me know if you’re down, then send.

  On some real shit, I don’t know if I’m really gonna let this muhfucka get at my dick, but I ain’t gonna front, it’s got me curious.

  Another few minutes and I have another email.

  5:45pm<<<< Dicklover wrote:

  That’s cool. I just want to feel good tonight. Let me suck that dick then slow fuck me; turn my ass into a wet pussy for me. That’s all I want.

  I frown. Yo, this nigga on some extra shit. I ain’t say shit about fuckin’ this muhfucka. I spark another blunt. This is like my third one today. I take two deep pulls of the sticky, holding the smoke in my lungs until it burns, then slowly blow it out. A thick white cloud of weed smoke curls up from between my lips, then fills the air around me.

  I reply back. Yo im only n2 gettn head

  5:48 pm<<<< Dicklover wrote:

  I know. But i wanna feel ur dick inside me. I’ll pay for it. I love straight dick

  Sent from my iPhone

  I blink. Read the shit again, then type back, yo bruh you wildin’. How much u payin for this dick?

  5:49 pm<<<< Dicklover wrote:

  200$

  Sent from my iPhone

  I start goin’ back ‘n’ forth in my head whether or not I should do it. But that paper sounds real right. Yeah, but what if this muhfucka’s some big, burly, lumberjack-type muhfucka? That shit ain’t gonna work. I don’t care how dark it is.

  I type, r u a fem dude? wat condoms u have

  5:52 pm<<<< Dicklover wrote:

  Yes. Real girly. Heels n eyeshadow if that’s your thing. I have Durex and Trojans. But if you need another kind, then I can get them. I hope you like tight ass.

  I glance at the time. Muhfucka and I been going back and forth for a minute now and ain’t nothing been set up, yet. Pussy-ass nigga.

  Na I can use those n listen im really nt in2 2much talkn ntg personal my dude itz bout business if itz real tight u mite make me nut qwik lol

  He re
sponds back. 6:02 pm<<<< Dicklover wrote:

  Who said anything about talking. I want good dick. AND if I’m paying for it, then I want to feel good, that’s it. I’m not looking to be friends, bruh. I’m looking to ride some dick.

  I type back: Ok LOL now we on da same page

  6:06 pm<<<< Dicklover wrote:

  I’m not looking to be fucked all rough and crazy. I’m looking to be dicked nice and slow and deep, and tip drilled too. IF you can serve me good dick, then maybe we can make this a reg thing

  I shake my head. I can’t believe I’m really about to do this shit wit’ this muhfucka. I type, If u got that bread then i got u.

  Word is bond, I’ma need to be high as fuck for this shit. Nivia finally hits me back as I’m takin’ another thick pull off my blunt. We’ll be home around 8, 8:30. Love you! I shoot her a quick text. Tell her aiight. That I love her, too.

  6:39 pm<<<< Dicklover wrote:

  U eat ass?

  What the fuck?!

  Yo dude. U doin’ too much. Is we doin’ this or not? U wastin’ my time wit’ all this back n forth. No I ain’t eatin’ no niggaz ass. Nothin’ personal bruh. I told u I’m straight all Im tryna do iz get this bread

  6:51 pm<<<< Dicklover wrote:

  Oh let me get you right together, boo. Check this out, bruh. You know dam well your fake azz be on all fours sucking tranny cock nigga. U ain’t straight. U straight frontin, yo. LOL. U the type of a cat who’ll end up on the men section of a sex site hittin’ up ads to get ya dick sucked. You already willing to fuck a nigga for paper. U are confused, bruh. And u sound crazy, yo. U might have a girl and kids, or whatever else. BUT truth is you ain’t happy. Broke ass! U might not fuck with me, BUT you the kinda cat that will eventually be hittin someone else up tryna get your dick sucked by a nigga on the low. IF ya dick gets hard U ain’t str8, dumb fuck! Maybe bi. But you def ain’t str8. I know ya kind, pa. You’ll bounce from nigga to nigga on da low when u start feelin’ like u diggin’ them, so U won’t have to deal wit ya real truths. That you a frontin’ ass fraud, yo. STRAIGHT niggas keep their ass off men’s sections of sex ads. They on the female side tryna get pussy or get head from a chick NOT another dude, boo-boo. Soooo, get real…down low motherfucker! But it’s all good. Keep on fakin like you str8. You gonna stay miserable in the process. I’m outtie. Fake ass pussy!

 

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