by Cairo
But his indiscretions or weakness for a good fuck isn’t my concern. I’ve known the niggah for at least ten years. Hell, he did his first bid with one of my baby fahvers. And even though I always caught him eye-fuckin’ me, knew he secretly wanted to run his dick up in me, I still played it off. I always kept my distance. Never, ever, crossed the line with him—after all, I also know his wife. But ten months ago somethin’ changed. The niggah kept pressin’ me hard. And once he flashed me a stack of paper, the fact that I know his wife no longer mattered to me. Gettin’ in this dirty niggah’s pockets did. He wanted this ass. I wanted his paper. And now we have a special kind of arrangement goin’ on. He buys me nice shit, like the Range Rover I drive—among many other things—and keeps them Benjamins in my purse. And I give him access to all the ass and pussy his horny tongue and cock can handle. Not a bad tradeoff, if you ask me. Shit. I love to fuck any- damn-way. So we both get what we want. Then he gets to go back to his lil’ white picket-fenced life with the beautiful wife and kid, well-fucked. And I get to go back to my life a few thousand dollars richer.
He grunts. “Damn . . . big, juicy fat ass. I’ma tear this shit up. I see you got that shit already ready for me, too.” He slaps me on the ass. “You knew Daddy was gonna call for this good ass, didn’t you? Got that shit stretched all wide for this big-ass dick.”
“Lick it, fucker,” I say, glancin’ at him over my shoulder. He flicks his tongue over it, then dips it in. My pussy moistens. This niggah’s so damn fine and no damn good and I shouldn’t be fuckin’ with him, but heeeey . . . a bitch like me loves livin’ on the edge of danger. And this niggah right here is dangerous! And fuckin’ crazy! Still, I love fuckin’ his cock. I love his tongue. Love the way both feel deep in my holes. Love the way his dick stretches open my ass and causes my nut to burst outta my pussy. Mmmph.
I eye him, lickin’ my lips. His hard, chiseled body is positioned in back of me, dripping with sweat. His scrumptiously thick nine-inch, veiny dick stabs at the center of my pussy, teasin’ly. He pulls back, pulls open my asscheeks, then buries his face in. The nasty niggah shamelessly shovels his tongue deep into my asshole.
“Yeah, you nasty motherfucka, that’s right. Eat it up, niggah. Lick that sweet asshole. Hmmmhmmm, make love to it with that nice wet tongue . . . ”
Two hard smacks sting my ass, causin’ my pussy to clench. “Oooh, yes, Daddy . . . smack that ass, you nasty motherfucka.” He smacks it again, then dips his face back in between my cheeks and laps my hole all over again. He digs his strong fingers deep into my chocolatey cakes, flickin’, lickin’, slurpin’, and slappin’ my ass up while I play with my clit; bury a finger into my pussy. My pussy is sooo wet, wetter than ever. “Mmmm . . . mmmmm . . . give me the dick, niggah . . . let me feel that big-ass dick in my asshole . . . ”
JT has a nice thick, ass-fuckin’ cock. The kind of cock that makes your asshole burn in delicious heat when it’s being stretched open. I love that feelin’ of being stuffed, deep and full. And I love it when a niggah moans when he pushes past the resistance and snugness and I squeeze him, milk him, with my trained muscles. Love it when he pushes in, slowly works one inch in at a time, allowing me to fuck myself on his dick until I have him buried in me balls deep.
JT groans, strokin’ his rock-hard cock in his hand.
I coax him to put a finger in my ass. He jabs his middle finger in. Slowly fingers me, readyin’ my steamy hole for a good, long, deep fuckin’. I tell him to pull his finger out. To slide it into my mouth; feed me my ass. He does. I suck his finger clean, then tell him to slide it back in. He does, again.
“You a fuckin’ freak, yo. You know that, right?”
“Yeah, I know it, niggah. And you love it. That’s why your nasty ass stay tryna sneak out to fuck me on the low every chance you get.”
“Yeah, aiiight. You got that.” He slaps my ass again.
No good motherfucka!
“Yeah, I know I do, niggah. Now put another finger in my ass. And shut up all this goddamn talkin’. I ain’t here for all this extra chitchat.”
Whap!
My ass bounces.
“Yeah, aiight. That’s what ya mouth says. Freak-ass, nasty bitch. I’ma fuck the shit outta this phat ass, yo . . . ”
In goes his index finger. He gives me a nice, slow, two-finger fuck. I wind my hips and moan. “Mmmmhm . . . ”
“Damn, you have a beautiful ass,” he says. He kisses and licks it, his warm tongue leaving wet streaks of desire all over my skin as he fingers me. He bites each cheek. “Nice and big and fuckin’ juicy, yo. I can’t wait to feel my dick all up in it.”
I reach under me and finger my slippery clit, flickin’ and pinching it every so often as I push backward onto his fingers. “Take your fingers out and put your tongue back in.”
This time he sucks his own fingers. I grin as he buries his face back between my cheeks, teasin’ my asshole with his tongue, swirling it over and around it. “You like that, ma?” he asks, takin’ his tongue out long enough to ask the question before divin’ back in, tongue deep in my ass.
What you think, niggah?
I moan; strummin’ my clit. It is swollen and sensitive and aching. “Oh, yes, you ass eating motherfucka . . . eat Momma’s ass up . . . oooh, yes . . . Big Booty, baby . . . do that shit, boo . . . ”
“Oh, now I’m ya boo. A few minutes ago I was e’ery kinda muhfucka.” He draws the tip of his tongue in lil’ circles around my hole, then burrows back in.
I moan again. “You still are, bitch. Mmmm . . . eat that ass, niggah . . . ”
He moans, then grunts.
Neither of us not caring who hears us.
After all the fuckin’ and suckin’ and sneakin’ we’ve been doing, JT is finally learnin’ the rhythm of my body. Finally knows how to give it to me how I want it, the way I need it. He services my asshole the way a mechanic fine tunes a car—with precision and purpose. The end result being perfect performance.
A nut is swirlin’.
He licks faster. He is aware that I am about to come. He wants me to nut with his tongue in my asshole. I push back, booty-clap my ass up on his face, forcin’ my hole onto his tongue. “Ohfuck ohfuckohfuck . . . yes, yes, yesssssss . . . tongue my ass, you nasty motherfucka!”
I arch my back, tell him I am gettin’ ready to nut, then bite into the pillow and let out a loud moan as he slips his mouth over my pussy and waits with it open until I squirt streams of sweet, sticky pussy juice into it.
He knows that once I shoot my first nut that my asshole is ready to be fed his cock. He leans over my shoulder and shares his tongue with me; the scent of my pussy and ass lingering all over it. The niggah kisses me and I’m surprised at myself for kissing him back. I try to figure out when this became part of the script.
Yeah, this niggah’s fallin’!
I smile.
Big Booty, baby . . . does it to a niggah e’ery time!
“You ready for this dick?”
“I stay ready, fucker,” I say, windin’ my hips, then jigglin’ my ass for him. He slaps it. It is hungry and horny and ready to be fucked. I tell him this. Tell him to mount me and give it to me deep. “I want it fast, hard, and dirty. Now let’s hope you can deliver.”
“Oh, yeah, aiight . . . you already know what it is. I’ll show you a fucker.” He reaches for the Eros Body Glide—my lube of choice for his thick dick, then squirts a glob out into my asshole. My hole is well-trained to take a dick. Still, I like it extra slippery and wet; like it to feel like a gushy pussy as it slurps in the dick. He slips one finger in, then two, then three. He finger fucks me in a delicious rhythm; my ass gulpin’ him in knuckles deep.
I toss my head back. “Stop teasin’ me, motherfucka. Give me the dick, niggah. Feed my bubblicious ass that cock. . . . Mmmph . . . oooh, I want the dick . . . let me nut all over that big-ass dick . . . ”
His knuckles rim my hole. I clench, then relax. I am soooo mothefuckin’ ready to be fucked. My ass is on fire! With one hand b
usy with its fingers in my ass, he reaches for a condom, rips it open with his teeth. I buck and roll my hips. Slurp his fingers in. “Yeah, that’s wasssup, ma . . . you got my shit hard as a muhfucka, too.”
I glance back and watch as he rolls the condom on. He reaches for the lube again, pulls out his fingers, then squirts another glob into my hole. He knows I am open and ready but wants to keep fuckin’ around back there, teasin’ me; tauntin’ me.
“Motherfucka, will you put your goddamn dick in me and stop playin’ around. I wanna be fucked! Now!”
He laughs, slappin’ me on the ass, then rammin’ his dick in. I yelp. “Is this what you want, ma?” He grabs my hips and pulls me onto his dick. My pussy explodes into tiny fuckin’ slippery pieces, cum spurtin’ out everywhere. He holds onto my hips, and rides me hard, thrustin’ from his knees, gruntin’ and pantin’.
“Oh fuck . . . yeah, yeah, yeah . . . ooooh, shit . . . this muthafuckin’ ass is dangerous . . . aaaah, shit . . . ”
He yanks me by the back of my Bohyme Remy hair and starts speed fuckin’ his nine inches into me as if he’s riding a horse. My asshole starts to smoke from the rapid friction. The dick is feelin’ sooo goddamn good. But the motherfucka is yankin’ my hair back, like he’s tryna snatch my scalp off. And I’m not diggin’ that shit.
“Motherfucka!” I snap, swingin’ my arm back and hittin’ his arm. “Will you get off my goddamn weave like that. Shit. This hair ain’t cheap, niggah.”
“Yo, go ’head with that dumb shit.” He lets go, slappin’ my ass. “I’ll buy ya ass some more hair, shit. Now shut the fuck up and take this dick.”
I lie flat on my stomach and he locks his arms up underneath my armpits and fucks me faster and deeper. The mattress beneath me bounces. He bites my shoulder, kisses my neck, nibbles on my earlobe, and whispers, “Oh shit, this ass feels so gooood, baby . . . you gonna fuck around and have me buyin’ ya ass a house next if you keep givin’ up this ass like this . . . ”
I grin. Niggah, that’s not all you gonna end up givin’ up. I match my movements to his as my ass opens to his width. My asslips suckling the length of his dick. He is, as with every other niggah I fuck, amazed at how easily my hole handles his cock. He is fascinated by how hot it gets. Enthralled at how his dick gets swallowed up inside of it, asscheeks clappin’ up, down, around it.
“Yeah, motherfucka . . . aaah, yeah, niggah . . . oooooh . . . dick is good . . . c’mon . . . that’s all you got, niggah . . . bang that dick up in me . . . beat that asshole up . . . yeah, yeah, yeah . . . mmmmph . . . ”
I lift up on my knees again. He is squatting—one hand balancing him with my shoulder while the other slaps my ass with each deep thrust. It doesn’t take long before my pussy comes again. Ooooh, he is fillin’ me up. Feedin’ my ass the dick in deep, delicious strokes. I am on the brink of comin’ again; my pussy and ass convulsin’. The two of us our in perfect sync. His hand has snaked its way up under me, playin’ with my clit and pussy. I gush all over his fingers.
“Damn, you know how to take some dick . . . Mmmmmm, fuck . . . you got some good ass, baby . . . oh, shit . . . ”
JT pushes in and outta me slowly. My ass openin’ with every thrust. My pussy tightening as a nut builds up inside of me. “Oh, yessss . . . fuck meeeee,” I whimper, bucking my hips. “Give me that big-ass dick, niggah. Oh, yessss . . . you like how my fat ass gobbles up that dick, huh, daddy?”
“Aaaah, shit . . . oh fuuuuuck . . . yeah, ma . . . Ass is so fuckin’ good . . . Damn, you got my knees shakin’ . . . ”
I smirk, knowingly.
He grunts and moans and groans. My toes curl. And ten minutes later, I feel him shakin’ behind me. I look over my shoulder. His eyes are closed. He is about to nut. I clench my ass and bounce back on his dick. “Uh, uh, uh, uh . . . aaaah, aaaah, aaaaaaaaah . . . mmmph . . . ohhhhhh, shiiiiit . . . ” He clings to me, shuddering. “Oh, fuuuuuck. Goddaaaaamn . . . you the fuckin’ truth, word is bond . . . ” His body jerks again. “Aaah, shit . . . ”
I pause, shut my eyes, bite my bottom lip and swallow back a low groan.
It takes him a few minutes more to get himself together before he slowly pulls out and collapses. He is sweaty and breathing heavy. I pull the sticky condom off, then put it up to my lips, hold my head back, and squeeze out his nut into my mouth. I swallow, then lay on my back beside him.
“Damn, girl,” he says, grinnin’, “you gonna fuck around and have me fall for ya ass, real shit, yo.”
I turn my head toward him and stare at him. “Oh, yeah? And what about your wife?”
He lifts up on his forearms, raisin’ his thick brows. “What about her? I’m good. I’m not leavin’ her, if that’s what you askin’.”
I roll my eyes. “Niggah, that’s not what I’m askin’. Don’t get it fucked up. I don’t want you. So no worries, boo-boo. You can keep your happy, cheatin’ ass right where you at. The only thing you good for is dick and dollars. And a buncha drama.”
He laughs. “Oh, word? That’s all a muhfucka’s good for?”
“That’s all you’ll ever be good for.”
He reaches over and grabs another condom, tearin’ it open with his teeth, then rollin’ it down on his dick. He climbs on top of me, pushin’ my legs open with his. “Then a muhfucka better get his money’s worth.”
I hoist my legs up over his waist, givin’ him full access to my wet, sticky pussy. “Yeah, niggah, you better. ’Cause after tonight, the fees are goin’ up.”
He laughs. “As much paper I’m kickin’ out, I need to put ya ass on lock, real shit. I don’t want no other niggahs hittin’ this shit.”
I frown. “Niggah, you don’t own me. And you don’t tell me what the fuck to do with my pussy, ass, or throat. I suck and fuck and do what, and who, the hell I want. You can talk that dumb shit to your wife, but I’m not the one.”
“Yeah, aiiight. You talk a lotta shit.”
“That’s right, motherfucka, I do. Now shut the fuck up, and fuck me.”
He pushes the head of his dick in. “Is this what you want?”
“Uh . . . mmm . . . yeah, niggah. Make my pussy nut.”
He reaches up underneath me, cups my ass and drills my pussy, then slips his tongue back into my mouth. He fucks me non-stop for another thirty-five minutes, then quickly hops up and heads for the shower after he’s nutted again. I shower after him. Twenty minutes later, we’re both dressed and racin’ out the hotel’s door—him to pick his son up from daycare and me to get home before the twins get out of school.
“Yo, who else knows about us?” he asks in a hushed tone as we walk toward the bank of elevators.
I frown, stoppin’ in the middle of the hallway. “Niggah, when have you ever known me to kiss and tell?”
He eyes me. “Yo, lower ya voice.”
“Bitch, you lower yours,” I snap, flippin’ on the ghetto switch. I’m classy ghetto, but will go straight hood-ghetto when a niggah takes me there, like now. “Fuck outta here, comin’ at me like I don’t know how to stay on script. I should be askin’ ya sneaky-ass that shit, niggah.”
His jaw tightens. “Yo, who you talkin’ to like that?”
I look around, yankin’ open my bag. “Niggah, I’m talkin’ to you. And what you gonna do about it? Break my jaw? Stomp me out? I wanna see you try it.” I pull out my gun. “I ain’t ya wife, bitch. And I do know how to use this.”
“Yo, go ’head, Cass, talkin’ all that crazy shit. And put that shit away, yo; for real for real. For you end up gettin’ fucked up. I only asked you a fuckin’ question. All that extra shit ain’t necessary. You stay wildin’, yo.”
“And you stay talkin’ dumb shit, niggah. Like I said, I don’t kiss and tell. You make sure you keep your motherfuckin’ lips shut. Now where’s my money, niggah?”
He shakes his head. “Yeah, aiight, yo. Just makin’ sure.” He hands me a knot of money.
I snatch the roll and drop it in my bag, then snap it shut. “Niggah, you just make sure you keep a
hard dick and my purse full. And we good.”
“Yeah, aiight. I’m dead-ass, yo. Keep ya mouth shut about this.”
I tilt my head. “Niggah, I don’t know who you think you’re talkin’ to. But I done told you I’m not your motherfuckin’ wife. And I ain’t ya jump-off or one of ya mistresses. I’ma bitch runnin’ your pockets and wettin’ up your dick; that’s it.”
His thick index finger presses the button for the elevator. His jaw clenches. He pulls in his bottom lip, then blows out a buncha air. “Yo, your mouth is real fuckin’ slick, you know that, right?”
“And my pussy’s real juicy. And this ass is real deep. So what the fuck you sayin’?”
The doors open, and I step in. This motherfucka got me confused. But he’ll learn. I turn to face him.
He shakes his head. “You gotta lotta shit wit’ you, yo. You lucky you ain’t my wife; I’d beat the shit outta you.”
I laugh in his face. “And you’d be one dead niggah. Thanks for the dick, bitch.” I say as the doors close in his face. He’ll wait for a few minutes, then take the next elevator and slide outta the hotel, like always. I step outta the elevator into the lobby, pullin’ out my cell and makin’ a call. “That niggah ain’t shit,” I say, walkin’ toward the revolvin’ glass doors.
“I know,” the voice on the other end says. We disconnect.
Not to worry, though. We about to do his ass real lovely. One by one, all of them slimy motherfuckas gonna catch it . . . startin’ with him!
Five
My cell rings. I glance at the screen and roll my eyes. It’s JT. O-M-muthafuckin’-G, wasn’t I fuckin’ this niggah like five hours ago? I’m really startin’ to think that this niggah is an escapee from the cuckoo farm. He’s fuckin’ crazy! It’s six o’clock in the goddamn evenin’ and this niggah’s already ringin’ my shit off the hook and textin’ me like we haven’t seen each other in weeks. I swear this niggah’s retarded. And he’s gettin’ on my last goddamn nerve! “Niggah, what? Why the fuck is you blowin’ my phone up like you my man?”
“Take all that tone down, Cass; for real for real ’fore you have me snatch ya ass up. And I ain’t ’preciate that shit you pulled out in the hallway, either.”
