The Kat Trap

by Cairo

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” I said, laughin’, “promises, promises.”

  “Yeah, aiight. You won’t be sayin’ that when I got ya ass pinned down into the mattress.”

  “Whatever, nigga,” I said, yawnin’. “Oh, excuse me. You done wore me out.”

  He laughed. “You can’t hang.”

  “Nigga, please. Don’t get gassed.”

  “Yeah, aiight. Listen, baby…I’ma get ready to jump in this shower. Make sure you hit me up the minute you touch.”

  “I will.”

  “Be safe.”

  “And you keep them bitches off ya cock.”

  He laughed. “You got that,” he said. “I’ll see ya when you get home.”

  After we hung up, I decided to take a cat nap. I closed my eyes and fell into a deep sleep. When I finally opened my eyes and glanced at the digital clock on the nightstand, it was 8:18 p.m. I had slept for almost four hours. Fuck! I said in my head as I jumped outta the bed and raced to the bathroom to turn on the shower. I needed to get down to the casino and hopefully find my mark at one of the poker or blackjack tables. If all else failed, I’d make my way to his room up on the eighth floor and invite myself in. One way or the other, tonight I was fuckin’, then shuttin’ this nigga’s lights out.

  Once I finished my shower, I stepped back into the room with a plush white towel wrapped around my body and another wrapped around my head. I moisturized my body, then dried my hair and braided it nice ’n tight in two French braids, then pinned the ends under and placed my auburn Beverly Johnson mid-length wig with spiral curls on my head. I stood in the mirror, adjusted the wig, then tossed the curls with my fingas. I applied a coat of bing-cherry lipstick to my luscious lips and some mascara to enhance my already thick lashes and sexy bedroom eyes, then dabbed Chanel No. 5 behind both ears, on my wrists, and along my cleavage.

  Once I was satisfied with my look, I retrieved my gun, screwed on my silencer, then tossed it into my black lambskin shoulder bag. Next, I slipped into my black spandex catsuit, then stood in the hotel mirror, peepin’ myself from all angles, admirin’ the way my wears wrapped around my body and hugged my fat ass, titties, and pussy lips. I puckered my lips real sexy-like, smiled at myself and winked, then headed out the door to the casino.

  The casino was so fuckin’ packed that it took me almost forty minutes to finally spot my mark. He was sittin’ at a twenty-five-dollar blackjack table with two other heads, a chick and another nigga who favored a shorter, stocky version of Morris Chestnut. As luck would have it, the seat next to my target was open. I took my seat, then opened up my purse and put five hundred dollars down onto the table. We made eye contact. I smiled and he smiled back at me.

  I placed my bet, and of course, lost the first three rounds. But shit picked up after that and I started slayin’ shit. I purposely touched my mark a few times in excitement and made small talk with him in between hands. After ’bout an hour or so, I was so ready to get my drink on, but knew I had to stay focused so I kept it cute and drank watered-down cranberry juice. Ugh! I spent another two hours at this table, thankfully winnin’. A few times I slyly licked my lips at him. He grinned, but the nigga knew what time it was. The more drinks he ordered from the cute little barmaid, the more receptive he became. But a bitch was really gettin’ bored with this table shit. I was a slot machine ho and wanted to shift gears for a minute, but ’cause I needed to play this nigga close, I kept my ass glued to my seat, constantly glancin’ over at my mark, and smilin’. Besides, I was ready to fuck. So I was more than happy when the nigga started collectin’ his chips. That was my cue to start packin’ up my shit as well.

  “Oh, you had enough, too, huh?” he asked, strainin’ to keep his eyes from wanderin’ all over my body. I could tell the muhfucka was feelin’ good from all those shots of scotch he drank, which was fine with me.

  “Yeah, I’m done,” I said, eyein’ him seductively. “That was cute, but I’m ready to get into somethin’ else now.” I stared at him, tiltin’ my head. I hoped the nigga got the hint, or at least took the bait. When he did, I smiled inside. That’s right, nigga, you hear this pussy callin’ you, don’t you?

  “Oh, yeah, what you have in mind?”

  “Well,” I said, not wantin’ to sound too eager ’n shit. “You feel like goin’ somewhere for a few drinks…” I paused, gaugin’ his body language. The nigga was practically droolin’. “…then see where the night takes us?”

  “Hopefully, someplace we both wanna be,” he said, smilin’.

  “Well, let’s start with drinks. Are you here with anyone?”

  “I’m out here with a few of my boys. And you?”

  “I’m solo, baby. But hopefully, that will change,” I said as we slowly walked through the crowd. I was glad I had caught him by himself, but now I needed to make sure the nigga wasn’t sharin’ a room with one of his boys. That woulda posed a major problem ’cause there was no way I could body the nigga in my room. I was relieved when the nigga said he was restin’ solo.

  “Well, tonight’s ya lucky night,” he said, lickin’ his top lip, then slowly pullin’ in his bottom lip. “And I have just the place in mind where we can go get those drinks, before we move on to bigger and wetter things.”

  “Well, lead the way,” I replied, grinnin’. “I love big, and I’m always wet.”

  “Then we should get along just fine.”

  I followed behind him, takin’ in his broad shoulders, his nice ass. I imagined my nails clawin’ up his back, then sinkin’ into his ass cheeks as he thrust his dick into me. I had to shake the thoughts of him fuckin’ me outta my head before I jumped up on his back and fucked him on the spot. He slowed his pace and we walked side by side, makin’ our way over to the Indigo Lounge. It was cute, and very laid-back. We found a seat at an empty table where we ordered drinks and got better acquainted. After ’bout the third round of drinks, he started really feelin’ himself, talkin’ like he was ready to put some work in.

  “Damn, baby,” he said, lickin’ his thick lips again. “You fine as fuck. I didn’t even get ya name, beautiful.”

  “It’s Maleka,” I lied.

  “Oh, that’s wassup. Mark,” he stated, fannin’ his long legs open and closed. Usually when a nigga started that shit ’round me it meant he was tryna keep his dick in check.

  I smiled. “Am I makin’ you nervous or somethin’?” I asked, pullin’ in my bottom lip.

  “Nah, baby,” he said, finishin’ his drink, then settin’ the glass down on the table. “I’m just ready to go somewhere a little more private, if you know what I’m sayin’.”

  Yeah, I already knew what time it was, but I decided to fuck with him anyway. “And then what?” I asked, slowly sippin’ on my drink, then eyein’ him over the rim of my glass.

  “And then whatever happens happens.”

  “Well, if I’m goin’ somewhere private with you, you need to know I’m tryna wet ya dick, then get that nut. Bottom line, I’m tryna fuck. Can you handle that?”

  “Oh, no doubt,” he said, givin’ me a wide-ass smile like he hit the lottery. I could tell I had the nigga’s dick swoll by the way he was fannin’ his legs a mile a minute. And when he finally stood up, the lump in the front of his pants told me all I needed to know. “Let’s make it happen.”

  I smiled, gettin’ up, allowin’ him to lead the way.

  By one a.m., I was up in my mark’s standard hotel room, spread out on the bed, on my stomach, bobbin’ my neck, gulpin’ down the nigga’s dick like it was a smoked beef sausage.

  “Slap my ass while I’m suckin’ ya dick,” I told him. He did, and I moaned. “Slap it again. Make that shit jiggle, nigga.” He did, and I moaned again. I circled the openin’ of his short, thick dick with the tip of my tongue, lappin’ at the tiny droplets of precum that leaked from its fat mushroom head. Mmmm, it was sweet tastin’. Okay, on some real shit, even though the nigga dished up a short order of dick, he made up for it in thickness, and in balls. His muthafuckin’ balls were the size of j
uicy, ripe plums. And his dick was almost as thick as my damn arm. Humph. My pussy lips started quiverin’ as I stroked his dick with one hand and slowly sucked on his balls, rollin’ them around with my tongue.

  He gasped, then moaned. “Oh, shit, baby. Damn, you workin’ the hell outta my balls.” He thrust his hips and let out another moan as I took both of his balls deep into my warm, wet mouth. “Oh, shit,” he whispered. “I want you to suck this dick, baby. Stop teasin’ me, and put this fat dick down in ya throat.”

  I smiled. Little did the muhfucka know suckin’ on his fat balls already had me wantin’ to suck his dick down and deep throat that shit, so I was more than happy to oblige. My mouth watered and my pussy was wet and slippery for what would come after I finished servin’ him brain. I looked up, grinnin’ at his ass lookin’ down at me all lusty and whatnot. I opened my mouth and swallowed that shit whole, pressin’ my nose up into his pubic hairs, gulpin’ him down, gently pullin’ and squeezin’ and milkin’ his balls. I hummed and bobbed my neck until the nigga’s knees shook.

  “Oh, fuck…oh, shit…uh,” he moaned as I ran my hands along the back of his muscular thighs, then grabbed onto his ass and dug my nails in, slurpin’ the shit outta his dick. “Aaah, uh…damn, girl, you got that shit on lock.”

  I moaned and groaned and wet his dick up real good until a bitch couldn’t take it no more. The heat from my pussy had my juices boilin’. I pulled his dick from outta my throat, then started spittin’ all over it and makin’ poppin’ noises over the head of his dick with my lips and mouth. And just when I knew he was ’bout to spit his milk, I pulled up off the head of his dick, bringin’ him to the edge, then lettin’ the nut roll back into his balls. Yeah, a bitch was fuckin’ with him. I was ready to have this nigga’s tongue in my creamy, pink snatch.

  “Why you stop?” he asked, tryna catch his breath. “Why you teasin’ me?”

  “I wanna nut on ya tongue,” I said, pushin’ him back onto the bed, then straddlin’ over his face. I lowered my pussy onto his mouth, and my fat lips immediately opened up to receive his long, wet tongue. “Oh, shit,” I whispered as I leaned forward and took his dick back in my mouth. We both moaned. He thrust upward into my mouth, and I ground my hips downward onto his. “Mmmm…uh…mmmm…oh, yes…”

  The tip of his dick leaked gobs of clear, sticky juice, and I greedily lapped it up, feelin’ a thick nut buildin’ up inside of me. I pumped my hips and pussy down onto his face, and fucked his mouth and tongue until I bust my nut.

  He licked up all my juices, sucked on my clit, darted his tongue in and out of my hot cunt, then slid his fat fingas into my slippery, steamy hole. “Oh, shit…let me put my dick in this pussy,” he said, slidin’ two more fingas in, then twistin’ and pumpin’ them knuckles deep. I slid his dick in between my titties and gave him a nice slow titty fuck, while flickin’ my tongue across the head of his dick. “Aaah, shit…oh, fuck…damn, you gon’ make me cum,” he moaned. “Where the fuck you been all my life?”

  Waitin’ to put a bullet in ya skull, muhfucka, I answered in my head. “Cum for me, nigga,” I urged, bouncin’ my titties up and down on his dick. “Then I’ma let you fuck me deep in this hot pussy. You wanna fuck this pussy, daddy? Wanna let me wet ya dick with this good pussy?”

  “Yes,” he groaned. “Oh, shit.” He pulled his fingas outta my sweet, creamy pussy and sucked ’em. “Damn, baby, your pussy tastes good.” I took his dick back into my mouth, then sucked him until he exploded, shootin’ ropes of hot dick cream all over my titties and neck. “Aaaaah…oh fuck!”

  He fell back on the bed, spent, sweatin’ and breathin’ heavy. I glanced at him over my shoulder and saw his eyes were rolled up in his head. I smiled, then got up off him and straddled him, leanin’ in and kissin’ him on his pussy-stained lips. Mmmm. I loved tastin’ my pussy on a nigga’s lips and tongue. And I loved suckin’ a muhfucka’s dick that’s been smothered in my pussy juice. Too bad I couldn’t marinate this muhfucka’s dick in my pussy, then suck him off. Oh, well. I glanced at the digital clock on the nightstand. It read: 2:17 a.m.

  I rolled over and grabbed the white hand towel on the nightstand, then wiped his cum off my body. I tossed it on the floor, then lay next to him with my naked body pressed against his, watchin’ him fall into a deep sleep. I soaked in his beautiful dark features, wonderin’ why his wife wanted him earthed. Did he cheat on her? Did he beat her? Was he sittin’ on loads of cheddar that she wanted to get her greedy hands on? Was it for the insurance money?

  When his breathin’ became light snores, I knew he was out for the count. Just like a nigga, I thought, slowly easin’ outta bed. Bust a nut and fall right out. I quietly opened my bag and pulled out my gun, hidin’ it behind my back while walkin’ back over to the bed on my tippy-toes like the nigga was gonna hear me comin’ ’cross the thick-ass carpet in my bare feet. I started to blast his brains out right then and there, but a bitch’s pussy needed to be stroked. And I damn sure wasn’t gonna deprive myself of an opportunity to test ride his thick cock before shuttin’ his lights. But, on some real shit, I already knew if he woke up before I got back over to the bed and was able to slide my piece under the mattress, I was gonna blast his ass on the spot. Luckily for him—and me, he didn’t ’cause a bitch wanted to ride that thick, chocolate dick. My eyes swept ’cross the nigga’s body, takin’ in e’ery muscular inch of him. I pinched my nipples, starin’ at his dick, restin’ up on his big balls. Oh my God, this nigga’s chiseled-up body had a bitch leakin’. Fuck all this sleepin’. It was time to wake this muhfucka up and finish gettin’ my fuck on so I could dispose of his ass quick, fast, and in a hurry.

  “Wake up, big daddy,” I whispered into his ear, stickin’ my tongue in, then slowly suckin’ on his earlobe. “I’m ready to fuck.”

  He groaned and stretched, slowly openin’ his eyes, smilin’.

  I inched down toward his dick and took him back into my mouth until his dick thickened and got hard as steel.

  “Yeah, baby, you like that dick, don’t you?” I nodded and moaned, slurpin’ and lickin’ all over his cock while playin’ with my clit. “Oh, shit….”—he grabbed my arms and pulled me, tryin’ to get me up on top of him—“C’mon, let me stuff this dick up in you before you make me nut.”

  I stopped suckin’ his dick and looked up at him. “Where’s ya condoms? I don’t fuck without a wrapper on.”

  He smiled, gettin’ up. “Hold on, let me go get one.” He hurried to the bathroom and came back. He rolled the condom down on his dick, then climbed up over me as I spread open my legs to invite him into my hot pussy. He slowly pushed the head of his dick in, worked his way into my hole until he had all of it inside of me. He gasped from the tightness and warmth. I gasped from him stretchin’ my walls with his thickness.

  “Oh, yes,” I moaned. “Work that fat cock in me,” I said, pullin’ my legs up to my chest as he braced his hands on my shins, pushin’ my legs wider apart, ’causin’ my pussy to spread open. His dick slipped all the way in, then slipped out a few times. “Stop teasin’ me, nigga. Keep ya dick in me.” He finally got his groove right, then started poundin’ the inside of my pussy. “Yeah, nigga…just like that. Oh, yes…fuck me…fuck me…fuck me, big daddy.”

  He grunted and deep stroked me; fucked me long and hard as my pussy clutched his dick, pullin’ him deeper inside. “Oh, shit, you got some good pussy,” he moaned in my ear. He sucked his bottom lip in, then bit down on it. His face twisted. “Damn, this shit is so fuckin’ good…” I glanced over at the clock: 2:47 a.m. I hated for this shit to end, but I needed to hurry this along.

  “Fuck this pussy from the back, daddy,” I said as he pumped a mile a minute. I grabbed him by his hairy ass, dug my nails in. Sweat dripped from his face down onto my chest. “Uh…oh, yes.”

  A few more strokes and we changed positions. I arched my back, leaned my face down into the mattress, and let the muhfucka dig my pussy out from the back. He rocked me slow, then fast, then deep before slowly pu
llin’ his dick out to the head, then plungin’ it back in. He did that ’bout six or seven times before a bitch lost count and felt a nut swirlin’ up inside of me.

  “Stop teasin’ me, nigga. Feed my pussy that fat dick,” I breathed, glancin’ at him over my shoulder. “Slap my ass, daddy. Act like you wanna own this pussy.”

  “Oh, you wanna talk shit,” he said, slappin’ my ass; rapidly alternating from one cheek to the other while slammin’ in and outta me.

  “Yeah, nigga, just like that. You want me to nut all over ya dick? You wanna see my sweet, pussy milk coat ya dick?”

  “Oh, shit…” He grabbed me by the hips and started pumpin, grindin’ and snappin’ his hips into me. “Yeah, baby…oh shit…”

  “Fuck me…oh, yes…fuck me!”

  I guess the pussy started gettin’ real good to the nigga ’cause all of a sudden he started buckin’ and gruntin’ and moanin’ and talkin’ real freaky-like. The nigga almost sounded possessed or some shit. But it was turnin’ me the fuck on. The muhfucka had a bitch all sweaty and whatnot.

  “Yeah, bitch, I’ma bust this nut way up in ya pretty-ass guts. This’s my pussy now, bitch. I’ma fuck the shit out you all night. Damn, you got some muthafuckin’ good, wet pussy. Yeah, this shit’s nice and tight. It’s mine, right, baby? This good pussy all mine?”

  These niggas kill me with that shit, askin’ a bitch if her pussy’s his. Sometimes I wanna scream, “Yeah, muhfucka, for the moment! I got it out on loan to ya dumb ass.” But I always keep it cute and let the nigga think what he wants. Anyway, the more shit he talked, the wetter my pussy got. The harder he fucked me, the hotter my pussy got. The muhfucka had my insides on fire. My juices gushed out, ’causin’ his dick to splash in and out of my wetness.

  “Yeah, nigga,” I moaned. “Fuck ya pussy, muhfucka. Mmmph. That’s right, get all up in ya pussy.”

  I almost lost it when the nigga wrapped his hands up in my wigpiece and started yankin’ me by the back of my hair. I threw my hands up over my head and held on for dear life. Oh my God, I thought the nigga was gonna rip the shit right offa my head. I had to reach in back of me and pry his damn hands outta my wig. I was glad I had that shit packed on tight with a bunch of bobby pins. But, I still couldn’t take any chances with him snatchin’ my shit off.