The Kat Trap

by Cairo

  Ugh! Between all the trees and the liquor a bitch was spent. I don’t even remember drivin’, or how the hell I got the fuck home. All I know is, when I woke up I was layin’ in a pool of vomit and e’erything ’round me was spinnin’. Fast. My stomach felt heavy and rumbled up in knots. I sat up in bed, glanced at the digital clock. It was 12:15. I still had on my Chanel blouse, and still had one leg in my jeans with one shoe on. Oh my God, I was gonna throw up. I jumped outta bed and bolted toward the bathroom, barely makin’ it to the toilet. I fell down on my knees and tossed my guts up all over the rim of the toilet, then started huggin’ the bowl. I was sweatin’ like a horse and heavin’, and as I was throwin’ up, somethin’ warm started runnin’ down the back of my legs and onto the floor. Ugh! A bitch had shitted on herself. I was too fuckin’ through!

  I don’t know why the fuck I got all liquored up like that, but I was payin’ for it out the ass and I was a hot shitty mess—literally and figuratively. I wrapped a few sheets of toilet paper around my hand and attempted to wipe my ass, but started throwin’ up again. I was wiped the fuck out, and didn’t even have the strength to finish wipin’ my ass. I left the tissue up in the crack of my ass and tried to crawl back to my bed. But I never made it. I fell out facedown on my white-marbled floor.

  I don’t know how many times I heard the dull chirpin’ in my ears, but when I finally lifted my head up from the bathroom floor, it took me a minute to come to my senses and realize that the noise was comin’ from outta my bag that was right in the middle of the bathroom. I had no fuckin’ idea how it got there. The noise stopped, then started up again. Somebody was really tryna get at me. I stretched my arm out and grabbed my bag, draggin’ it across the floor, then diggin’ through it.

  I looked at the screen, slowly pullin’ myself up off the floor. “Hello,” I said, rubbin’ my head. I stood up and stared at myself in the mirror. My hair was matted, and streaks of crusty vomit were ’round the sides of my mouth. I pulled off my wrinkled shirt and threw it in the corner, pulled the dried-up toilet tissue from outta my ass, tossin’ it in the toilet, then flushin’. I felt like throwin’ up again when I noticed dried-up shit on my floor.

  “Damn, baby, you left a nigga hangin’ with his dick in his hand last night. Word up.”

  I groaned, reachin’ under the sink cabinet and pullin’ out the liquid Lysol and a sponge to wipe up my mess. “I wasn’t on it like that. I ended up goin’ to the 40/40 club with Chanel.”

  “I musta hit your sexy ass up mad times; you straight-dipped on a nigga.”

  “My phone was in my bag,” I said, throwin’ the sponge in the trash, then puttin’ the bottle of disinfectant back. “I didn’t even hear it ringin’.”

  “Oh, word? Well, while you were shakin’ ya ass all up in them niggas’ faces, I had to take it down with a stiff dick.”

  “Aww,” I said as I washed my hands, then ran water into the bathtub. I poured in some Pooka Pure & Simple lavender bath crystals. “Poor baby. I apologize. Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?”

  “Yeah, you can let me come through and get up in that good pussy again.”

  “Well, I guess we can arrange for that to happen.” Although I said it, I really wasn’t beat for a nigga to be crawlin’ all up over me, groanin’ up in my ear, or breathin’ up in my damn face. Not today, and definitely not the way I was feelin’. “What you gonna be doin’ tomorrow?”

  “Tomorrow? Nah, baby, you got it fucked up. I’m comin’ through now.”

  “Now?!” I said shocked. “You jokin’, right?”

  “Hell, nah, I ain’t jokin’. I wanna see you today, right this minute.”

  “Unh-uh. You can’t come through now.”

  “What you mean, I can’t come through now?” he asked, soundin’ like he had an attitude. “You got some other nigga up in there?”

  Now, had a bitch been in her right frame of mind, I woulda slayed him a new asshole for tryna question me like I was his girl ’n shit. ’Cause on some real shit, that questionin’ mess and havin’ a nigga check for me did not work with me. I guess that’s why a bitch was single. But since I was all off centered ’n shit, I let it go and actually answered him.

  “Not hardly. I’m hung the fuck over, that’s all. And I’m just wakin’ up.”

  “Okay, and?”

  “I look a hot, sloppy mess.”

  He laughed. “And even in all of ya hot sloppiness, I bet ya still fine as fuck.”

  “Yeah, okay,” I said, laughin’. “But, I still wanna chill and lay down. That’s it.”

  “That works for me,” he said. “You can lay in my arms and we can chill together. I had you on the brain all muhfuckin’ night, word up. You had a nigga on brick. I’m comin’ through. So go do what you gotta do, and I’ma see you in ’bout a half-hour or so.”

  “I’m not openin’ the door,” I said, slidin’ down into the water. It felt so damn good. I moaned.

  “Say what? Aye, yo, don’t play with me.”

  I was too weak to argue with his ass. “I’m not playin’. I’m dead-ass.”

  “So what you sayin’? You ain’t beat to lay up in a nigga’s arms? You gonna deprive me from seein’ ya fine ass ’cause you went out and got twisted last night? Yo, that’s real cold, baby.” He lowered his voice. “Come on, baby, I got just what the doctor ordered to make ya feel better.”

  “Oh, yeah…and what’s that?”

  He laughed. “I’ll show you when I get there.” He hung up before I could speak. Instead of callin’ his ass back, I flipped the phone shut and placed it on the tub ledge, then laid my head back, slid my hand between my legs, and closed my eyes, smilin’.

  “Mmmm…uh…uh…mmm,” I moaned as Grant rammed his dick in me for the third time since he had gotten to my spot over two hours ago. The nigga musta been on Viagra or some shit ’cause he just kept goin’ and goin’ and bustin’ off back to back, changin’ the condom, then slidin’ his dick back up in me. I swear I had no intentions of givin’ this fine muhfucka some pussy when he walked up in here lookin’ and smellin’ all fuckin’ good with his fresh cut, fly-ass Gucci runnin’ suit, and crispy Air Force Ones. But when the nigga stripped down to his silk boxers and all that dick started swingin’ and bouncin’ around, a bitch forgot to say no when he started kissin’ and rubbin’ and lickin’ all over me. And the minute he wrapped his soft lips around my titties that was it. Shit started feelin’ good and the next thing I know his dick started callin’ me loud ’n muthafuckin’ crystal clear: “Kat…Kat…Kat…suck me, bitch…drop down on ya knees and wet this big-ass dick.” And that’s just what I did.

  “Uh…” I groaned as Grant pulled his dick outta me again, slowly slid it back in, then tip-drilled me, before slammin’ it back in. He banged my pussy deep with ’bout twenty fast strokes, slayin’ my pussy to pieces, then grindin’ up in me nice ’n slow another twenty strokes, before pickin’ up his pace. “Oh, fuck…damn, nigga…Oh, shit…I’m cummin’…”

  “That’s right, baby, wet daddy’s dick up,” he grunted, slappin’ my ass, then reachin’ up under me and playin’ with my swollen clit. “Put that sweet cream all over this long, fat dick.” I can’t even front. As hung over as I was, the nigga had a bitch goin’.

  I started throwin’ this pussy up on his dick, suckin’ and lickin’ all over my titties. The deeper his dick went, the wetter my pussy got; the hornier I got, the freakier I wanted it.

  “Open up my ass,” I said in between a string of moans and groans, “Uh…Mmm…stop teasin’ me, nigga…fuck me…” He grabbed me by the hips and started speed fuckin’ me, poundin’ in and outta me.

  “Aaah, shit…damn, girl…this pussy hot…Oh shit, I’m ’bout to bust…where you want it?”

  “That’s right, nigga,” I said, grindin’ and windin’ my hips. “Give me that nut in the crack of my ass. I wanna feel it run down into my asshole.” He pumped a few more times, jabbin’ his dick in and outta me with deep rapid strokes before pullin’ out. He sna
tched the rubber off, then started jerkin’ his shit.

  “Open them pretty ass cheeks up for me,” he said, gruntin’. I dug my fingas into my ass and pulled open my soft cheeks as wide as they would go, givin’ him a full view of my tight asshole and soppin’ wet pussy. “Yeah, baby,” he said, slappin’ the center of my crack with the weight of his brick-hard dick, “you got a pretty brown hole. You gonna let me get some of that?”

  I was so fuckin’ heated that this muhfucka coulda fucked me in any and e’ery hole all night if he wanted. Thought he knew. “Yes…oh, yessssssss!” I screamed, pumpin’ my hips like only a ho in heat can. “Wet it with ya nut, muhfucka, then shove ya dick in it.” He rubbed and slapped his thick, heavy cock on my ass, then laid it in the center of my crack, rubbin’ the shaft against my asshole, then splattered his nut all up in it.

  “Oooooh…aaaah…yes…” I started cummin’ as his warm, sticky cream slid down into my asshole, drippin’ along the back of my pussy. As he smeared his nut in with his thumb, I heard him tearin’ another condom wrapper with his teeth, then placin’ the rubber over his still-brick dick. I looked back at him, smilin’. “That’s right, nigga…run ya dick up in my ass,” I said, archin’ my back.

  I felt the pressure of his dick as he slowly tried to push the tip of his mushroom head into my hole. “Come on, baby…open that ass up for me.” He pushed in further. “That’s right, baby…”

  “Uh…mmm,” I moaned, jerkin’ forward.

  “Don’t run, baby…take this dick.”

  He pushed farther.

  “Oooooh…uh…mmmm…oh, yes…”

  “That’s right…Mmm…yeah, baby…that ass’s openin’ up.”

  He pushed further.

  “Oh, yes…uh…damn, nigga.”

  “Come on, baby, take daddy’s big dick.”

  He pushed farther.

  “Uh…”

  “It’s almost there, baby…” He pushed further. “Yeah, just like that…come on…open that sweet ass up for me.”

  A bitch was startin’ to shake. He only had half his dick in. And it was hurtin’ and startin’ to burn, but feelin’ oh so fuckin’ good at the same time. It was delicious pain. The kinda pain that shot through my back, crashed up into my stomach, then exploded onto my clit. And by the time he finally got e’ery inch of his nine in me, I had already nutted twice. I arched my back, then buried my face down into the mattress and bit down on the sheets as he grabbed my titties and pulled at my nipples until he had me floatin’. The pressure and heat from this nigga’s dick up in my ass had my pussy drippin’. A bitch was on fire!

  “Yeah, that’s it…it’s all in now,” he moaned, gettin’ into a nice, deep groove. Once I loosened up and got comfortable with his dick inside me, I started pumpin’ and windin’ and slammin’ my hips back. “Yeah, you like that dick, don’t you? That’s right, baby, fuck daddy’s dick…” The muhfucka pumped the hell outta my ass, stretchin’ my hole beyond capacity. And I was backin’ it up on him, bouncin’ and shakin’ my ass. “Oh shit, girl…that’s it…throw that ass up on this dick…yeah, baby…uh, shit…”

  “Aaah…uh…mmm…damn, nigga…uh, I’m cummin’…” I moaned. The nigga had my insides rumblin’. It felt like my uterus was shakin’. “Uh…oooooh…” I was gettin’ ready to explode from my asshole to my pussy.

  “Damn, baby…ya ass is so tight,” he said, grindin’ deep inside my ass, then grabbin’ me by the hips and long strokin’ it. “Aaah, shit! Oh, fuck! This ass is so damn hot and wet. Aaah, fuck! This big dick got you nuttin’ out ya ass? That’s right, baby…cum all over daddy’s dick…”

  And together, we moaned, groaned, screamed, and nutted ’til we both passed out sticky, sweaty, and exhausted.

  I’m not sure how long we slept, but when I finally opened my eyes, Grant was spoonin’ behind me, slidin’ his dick back up in my still wet and well-fucked pussy. I swear the nigga was tryna fuck me to death. And this went on from the time the sun went down ’til the sun came up the followin’ mornin’.

  Eight a.m. the next mornin’, the smell of all-night fuckin’ was still in the air, and a bitch was still floatin’—and sore—from the dick Grant served me. I can’t front, the nigga felt good inside of me, and when he asked if he could hit this pussy raw, I almost caved in and let him. Real talk, I wanted to feel how good the dick woulda been skin to skin. But I ain’t no weak bitch so I told his ass no. Ain’t no way I was gonna play myself, knowin’ the nigga ain’t mine. When his cell kept goin’ off, it was what a bitch needed to remind her ass that the nigga’s fuckin’ two other bitches on the regular. Yeah, the dick was right. And, yeah, a bitch wanted to feel his nut up in her. But ain’t that much good dick in the world to have me playin’ Russian roulette with my fuckin’ life, feel me?

  As much as I enjoyed havin’ a stiff dick up in me, and a nigga layin’ next to me in bed, the reality of him not bein’ my man was as bright as the fuckin’ sun that was startin’ to shine through my blinds. Though there was somethin’ ’bout the nigga’s style I was really diggin’, I wasn’t beat to be sharin’ a nigga and his dick with another bitch. And I definitely wasn’t down with no Casanova-type nigga who was givin’ the dick to a slew of bitches.

  Grant was still sleep, snorin’. Well…actually, it sounded more like purrin’, and rightfully so after the balls-deep dick suckin’ I put on his ass last night, then again early this mornin’. Had the nigga’s whole body shakin’ as he twisted up his face and moaned and begged, tryna get me up offa his shit ’cause he wasn’t ready to spit.

  The nigga’s phone started goin’ off again. He was either in a deep coma or was layin’ there iggin’ it. I shook his ass. “You need to answer ya shit, or turn it off,” I said.

  He grunted, stretchin’ and rollin’ over. “What time is it?” he asked, pickin’ his phone up off the nightstand, glancin’ at the time, then checkin’ the caller ID. “I ain’t beat,” he said, turnin’ it off.

  I smirked. “Somebody is really tryna get at ya ass. Don’t you think you should listen to ya messages?”

  “Nah, they can wait,” he responded, gettin’ outta bed. He stretched again. His dick was thick and heavy, stickin’ out like a bat. A bitch’s mouth started droolin’. He walked into the bathroom, leavin’ the door open. I heard the stream of heavy piss hittin’ the water, then the water from the faucet. He walked back into the room. I frowned my face. “What?” he asked, lookin’ all stupid ’n shit.

  “Nigga, flush my toilet. That’s what.”

  He sucked his teeth. “Oh, here you go.” But he took his ass back up in there and flushed it.

  “And I hope you put my lid down,” I said. He came back into the room, then slid back into bed, pullin’ me into him.

  “I want some more of that good pussy,” he said, runnin’ his hand over my titties, squeezin’ my nipples, then runnin’ his hands up and down my leg. He started searchin’ for my pussy, but I clamped my legs shut and pumped his brakes.

  “Let’s be clear on some things,” I said, facin’ him eye-to-eye. “This pussy is not at ya disposal—whenever, however, or wherever you want it. We fucked all through the night and through the wee hours of the mornin’, and it was all good—”

  “But,” he said, pressin’ his body up against me. He kissed me on the lips, then sucked on my lips.

  “I’m tryna talk to you,” I said, turnin’ my face.

  “I’m listenin’,” he said, squeezin’ my ass and kissin’ me on my neck. The heat from his breath made my skin tingle. He started grindin’ his hard dick into me.

  “I’m serious, nigga.”

  His hand slid between my legs. His fingas played with my clit. “I’m serious, too. Go ’head, tell me what you want, baby.”

  This nigga was fuckin’ with my head. All my thoughts, e’erything a bitch wanted to say, got stuck in my brain. I let out a moan. “I want…uh, I mean…”

  “That’s right, baby,” he whispered, slippin’ and dippin’ his two fingas in and outta my
pussy. “Let daddy give you what you want.”

  I moaned again.

  The phone rang. It was my house line.

  “Let it ring,” he said. “Whoever it is…let ’em call back. Right now, you all mine.”

  After the eighth ring, it stopped. My heart started racin’. “I told you this pussy ain’t at ya disposal,” I said, clampin’ my legs ’round his hand. He dug his fingas deeper, like he was searchin’ for somethin’. He pressed harder, deeper, brushed my clit with his thumb. Found what he was lookin’ for. I let out a loud moan, humped his hand, yanked my head back and started buckin’.

  “That’s right, baby…yeah, just like that. Bust that nut for daddy.” I grabbed his dick, stroked it. Nice ’n slow. Squeezed it; rubbed my finga over the slit, felt the precum seepin’ outta the head of his dick. “Yeah, baby. See what you do to me? You got my dick on brick.”

  “We need to talk.” I pushed out in between another moan. The nigga had another nut swellin’ up inside of me.

  “I’m listenin’,” he said, kissin’ all over my face, my lips, then my neck. He took his free hand and grabbed my titty, then leaned over and stuck my nipple in his mouth and started suckin’ all over it like he was thirstin’ for milk. I thought he was gonna stuff my whole titty in his mouth. He gently rolled my nipple between his teeth, then pressed down, lightly tuggin’ it.

  I let out a loud moan.

  He pulled his fingas outta me, stuck ’em in my mouth, then rolled up on top of me while I sucked my sweet sticky juice off of ’em. I opened my legs as wide as they could go so he could lay his dick on my pussy, teasin’ my clit.

  “Fuck…oh, God…”

  “You gonna let me put this dick up in this good pussy?” he asked, breathin’ all heavy in my ear. His dick was feelin’ so good pressed up between my swollen lips. My clit throbbed. “C’mon, baby…let daddy get up in this wet pussy.”

  Now, I know a bitch said no—well, at least I thought I did—but, somehow the shit didn’t sound like me. The nigga had his hands roamin’ all over my body, and was kissin’ all over me—my face, my neck, my shoulders, my titties, my stomach, my pussy, my knees, all the way down to my toes. Then he turned me over and started kissin’ the bottom of my feet, my calves, the back of my thighs, my ass cheeks, my asshole, then all over my back. And before I knew it, he had pulled open my ass and slid his long dick deep into the back of my pussy. E’erything I thought I wanted to say to his ass ’bout thinkin’ he was gonna fuck me whenever he wanted, ’bout him thinkin’ he was gonna have me and them two other bitches on his cock, ’bout not tryna put claims on me, ’bout me not bein’ built to compete with no bitch for a nigga’s attention, went right outta my head.