by Cairo
And I’m here to give it to him. Besides, if I don’t get a dose of dick before I get home I’ma end up killin’ Isaiah for bringin’ all this damn drama in my life today. So I need me some dingaling and a good fuckin’!
He moans, leanin’ his head back. “You know I do, damn . . . fuck . . . I have’ta get back to the station soon.”
I flick my tongue over the head, again. “It’ll only take five minutes if you stop playin’ around, niggah.” I wrap my warm, wet mouth over the head. Allow my tongue to swirl over it. I look up at him and bat my lashes. “C’mon, daddy . . . let me eat the nut outta this dick real quick.”
“Shit!” He lifts his head up from the headrest and looks around to see who’s outside, then glances at the clock. He’s thinkin’, wonderin’ inside his horny-ass head if he can turn down a dose of this bomb head game. His dick, swollen and hard, throbs in my hand. Even if he wants to, we both know his dick won’t let him. The niggah is a slave to it. He’s a freak like me, which is why he can’t stay away from me. No matter how much shit he pops; no matter how hard this niggah tries to fight it, he always finds himself—his rock-hard dingdong—stuffed between my lips—mouth, pussy, or ass, whichever I decide to give him. Right now, I want his nut down in my throat. I flick my wet tongue back over the head, then slip it into my mouth, teasing him. “Fuck . . . uh, shit . . . ” He lifts his hips up from the seat and pulls his pants and underwear down. “Make it quick, Cass. But this isn’t gonna change what I said to you earlier.”
I eye him, knowin’ly as I twirl my tongue around his dick. “What won’t change? Me suckin’ ya dick all up in ya squad car? You gonna stop fuckin’ me?”
“Nah, me wantin’ custody of Joshua.”
Niggah, you fuckin’ with the wrong one!
“Oh, that,” I say, smirkin’. “Julius, you do whatever you feel you gotta do. And I’ma do what I gotta do. But, for right now, all I want is this big dick down in my throat.”
“Oh, word? You got my shit hard as fuck.”
I cup his small, hairy balls and gently juggle them in my hand, then roll ’em between my fingers. I throat his dick, then reach up with one hand and twist his nipple. He grunts. “I love it when you suck this dick, Cass . . . aaah, fuck . . . ”
I know you do, niggah!
He reaches over and hikes up the side of my skirt, rememberin’ from earlier today that I don’t have on any drawers. He smacks my ass, causin’ my pussy to clench. I wanna fuck him! But I hate his ass right now. All six-feet of him! Still . . . I love the niggah’s dick! And right in broad daylight, I have his ass moanin’ and groanin’ and gruntin’ as I greedily suck him down balls-deep in the school’s empty parkin’ lot next to my truck.
I pull his dick from outta my throat, then slap it. Softly at first, then hard, causin’ it to spring back at me. I slap it again. He grunts. I slap it again, this time squeezin’ his balls. “Aaah, shit, fuck . . . you about to make me nut . . . ”
I know what he wants better than he knows it. It’s always been like that from the moment I met him. I was twenty-one and hot in the ass, pussy, and throat with five kids and four baby daddies. It was a Saturday night and I was up in the club—on the dance floor—doin’ what I do best, shakin’ it, droppin’ it, poppin’ it, and clappin’ it. All eyes were on me, “the bitch wit’ da phat ass” as I bounced it up on some niggah who didn’t know what the fuck to do with it. I was too much for him to handle, and he finally backed off, leaving me to continue my show—alone.
With a drink in one hand, I lost myself in the music, slippin’ back to my days as a stripper—when I was one of the highest-paid, well-sought-out hoes on the stage. Niggahs would line the stage and pack the club just to see me make this ass pop and clap. And there was a part of me that missed that adrenaline rush that came along with bein’ up on the stage in front of hundreds of horny motherfuckas, whistlin’ and howlin’ for more while lettin’ ones, fives, tens, twenties, and fifties rain down on me. That night at the club I was dancin’ fast and hard and real nasty, then hip rolled it into slow, seductive, hypnotizin’ moves. Yes, a bitch was real frisky and feelin’ herself, but so what. I knew I was workin’ the floor. And I had almost forgotten where I was until I felt someone dancin’ behind me, grindin’ all up on my ass like he owned it. When I spun around to face the intruder, it was this niggah, standin’ in back of me, drunk and grinnin’.
“You sexy as fuck,” he yelled in my ear over the music.
“Yeah, and?” I said with a buncha sass. “That still doesn’t give you the right to ride up on my ass like you got it like that.”
“I wanna take you home wit’ me and fuck you all night.”
“Niggah, you wouldn’t know what to do with a young bitch like me.” I spun around on my heel, then bent over and popped it up on his crotch. The minute I felt his dick stabbin’ the seam of my ass, I werked it, twerked it and damn near made him squirt in it. I reached around and grabbed his arms, wrappin’ them around my waist, then practically let him fuck me on the dance floor. I had motherfuckas who were tryna get at me all night, but had been igged or dissed, feelin’ some kinda way.
I threw this ass up on him, rump-shaked it until he bucked at the knees, then spun back around to face him, grinnin’. “I made you nut on ya’self, didn’t I?”
He stared at me with a goofy-ass look on his face. His eyes were glazed from booze and lust. He folded his hands in front of him, seemingly embarrassed that I called him out on it. “Nah, I can’t come like that.”
I rolled my eyes. “Lies. You ain’t gotta front. I already know I made ya drawers sticky, niggah.”
He smirked. “I ain’t had no pussy in two weeks.”
I rolled my eyes up in my head. “Just what I thought, niggah. Ya horny ass can’t hang with me; nuttin’ all quick and shit.” I walked off the dance floor.
“Aye, yo, wait up,” he said, gently pullin’ me by the arm. “You gotta name?”
“You eat pussy?”
“Hell yeah.”
I tilted my head and eyed him. He was sexy as fuck. “Come outside and eat my pussy real quick. If it’s good, I’ll tell you my name after I cum on ya tongue.”
Ten minutes later, I was in the backseat of his black Jeep with my legs up over his shoulders and his tongue shoved deep into my pussy. His tongue work was delicious and it wasn’t long before he had his dick in me and was fuckin’ me deep, hard, and fast.
Julius was twenty-three and fine with a hard, horny dick that wanted to be sucked and fucked. The niggah had heard through the street news that I had some real good pussy and took it up the ass so he wanted to sample it for himself. And after two weeks of reckless fuckin’, I got pregnant.
That night at the club when his boys pointed me out on the dance floor he walked up behind me and started dancin’ up on me, I let him think I was caught off-guard. What he didn’t know was that I had been watchin’ him from the minute he stepped foot into the club. That I was on the prowl that night for some dick; that all of my hard, nasty dancin’ that night was to reel the niggah in, like now . . .
I rapidly suck and pop his cock, slather it up with a buncha spit, then gulp it down into my throat as I slide a hand between my legs and start playin’ with my clit.
“Ohh, fuck, baby . . . I can’t keep fuckin’ with you like this . . . You trouble, Cass . . . aaaah, shit . . . you ’bout to make me nut . . . ”
I remove his dick from outta my throat and start jacking it off, flickin’ my tongue over the head. He grabs a chunk of my ass, then slaps it. “Nice, big, juicy ass . . . ”
I grin. “You wanna put your dick in it?”
“What you think?”
I cum all over my fingers, then remove my hand and put ’em up to his lips. I slip them into his mouth, watch him as he sucks each finger clean. “I think Mister Officer’s ready to fuck. You had my pussy real hot when you arrested me today, niggah.”
He grins. “You had me heated when you hiked ya legs up in the backseat and was tryna s
how ya pussy. But I ain’t gonna front. That shit had my dick hard as fuck. But, yo, that was fucked up what you said to my partner.”
“Fuck that lil’-dick niggah. I don’t give a fuck about him. He ain’t shit. His crooked ass.”
“C’mon, chill with that. Look. I gotta get back to the station. You gonna finish suckin’ this dick so I can bust this nut real quick, or what?”
I run my tongue down the left side of his dick, swirl my tongue over the head, then lick down the right side. “The whole time I was down at the station I kept thinkin’ about you rammin’ this fat dick in me. I was pissed at you, but fuckin’ horny at the same time. Now I wanna ride down on this dick real quick. I want you to slide ya nightstick into my pussy while you fuck me in the ass, then hose me down with that hot, creamy nut . . . ”
He looks around the parkin’ lot. “C’mon Cass, I can’t fuck you out here, like this, in broad daylight.”
“Yes, you can, niggah.” I sit up and twist my body toward him, lifting my left leg up on the seat and showing him my pussy. I smack it, then pull my thick lips apart. “You’re an officer of the law. You can do whatever the fuck you want. Now drive this cop car around the back and protect and serve me like the naughty lil’ police officer you are.” I pop my clit. “Come arrest this wet pussy, Mister Officer.”
He stares at me, then down at his hard dick, shakin’ his head. “Shit.” He starts the engine, then drives around to the back of the buildin’. “I can’t keep fuckin’ with you like this, Cass. You gon’ fuck around and get my ass fired.”
Yup, that’s exactly what I’ma do if you think I’ma let you get full custody of my son, bitch. I’ma ruin ya fuckin’ career if you even try it!
I grin, lickin’ my lips. “You know you love this pussy, niggah, that’s why you keep comin’ back for it.” I lean forward in his lap and swallow his cock whole. Two minutes later, I’m fishing a condom and lube outta my oversize bag. I roll the condom down on his cock. Squirt a glob of lube on my fingertips and smear it over my hole, then squirt some over his dick. Once the head pushes its way in, it doesn’t take long before he has every inch shoved in my ass.
“Oooh, Julius . . . I love it when you fuck me in ya cop car, niggah. Feel how hot you got my ass? You like how that ass feels around ya dick, baby?”
He grunts. “Aaah, shit . . . Cass, you gonna fuckin’ get me fired. I can’t keep fuckin’ you like this . . . shit feels . . . so . . . fuckin’ . . . good . . . ”
The wetness of my pussy splashes out as I rub my clit and ride down on his dick. Yeah, takin’ it in the ass hurts—at first, but once ya asshole’s been trained to take it—a bitch can eventually gobble up any size, like me. The pleasure of being filled—stuffed and stretched—is like no other.
I clench my pussy muscles as I feel fire shot through my ass. “Mmmmm . . . oh, yesssss, niggah . . . this dick feels so good in my ass . . . You like fuckin’ me in ya cop car?”
“Yeah, baby . . . aah, fuck . . . I’m gettin’ ready to nut . . . oh, shit . . . ”
“Oooh, yessssss . . . . cum for me, daddy. Bust your nut all up in me . . . ”
I toss my head back, clench my asscheeks, then explode from my pussy and my asshole as he floods the condom with his hot nut.
We cling to each other for an extra moment, his tongue slippin’ into my mouth as we both try to steady our breathing and pulses, the way we used to when we were young and horny and didn’t know the difference between being in love and being in lust. Even now the line is drawn in the sand, yet we continue to cross it. The difference is I know when and when not to step over it. Lucky for me, this niggah doesn’t.
I lift up and his dick slips outta my ass as I slide back over to the passenger side. “Damn, that shit was good,” he says as he slowly pulls the condom off. I lean over and suck his sticky dick clean. “I gotta stop fuckin’ with you, Cass, for real. Your ass is trouble.”
I sit back up in my seat, lickin’ my lips as he pulls his boxers up, then his pants. “Oh, you have no idea,” I warn, eyein’ him as I open the door. I smile, steppin’ outta the car and shuttin’ the door. “Try to take my son from me, niggah, and I promise you I’ma make sure your whole world is turned upside down.”
He laughs. “Yo, can’t we ever just fuck and keep it at that without all the extras?”
I suck my teeth. “Niggah, fuckin’ you has nothin’ to do with what I just said.”
He starts the engine. “Then we good, baby. As long as you know all that shit you talkin’ doesn’t faze me, we should have no problems. We can still fuck, but at the end of the day I’m still takin’ you to court. And I’m gettin’ custody of Josh; end of discussion.”
I feel like reachin’ back into the car and punchin’ the shit outta him, but I refrain myself and give him the finger, then mush him in the head instead. “Thanks for the dick, niggah.”
He watches me, shakin’ his head as I throw my hips in gear and start walkin’ back to the front of the buildin’ to my truck, ass bouncin’ every which way with each step.
Eighteen
It’s almost five-thirty in the evenin’ when I finally pull into my driveway behind Darius’s Lexus. I get outta the truck and strut toward the house with a purpose: to whip the skin off of Isaiah’s ass. All of my kids know I don’t play when it comes to school. I send their asses to school to get a goddamn education, not be disrespectful and definitely not bullshit around. “Where the fuck is Isaiah?” I yell the minute I step through the door, then slammin’ it. I toss my handbag on the sofa. Roll up my sleeves, ready to bring it to Isaiah’s ass. The house is quiet. “Where the fuck is everybody at?”
“Yo, Ma,” Darius says, walkin’ into the livin’ room. He comes over and gives me a hug and a kiss. “You aiight?”
I eye him. “Yeah, I’m alright. Why wouldn’t I be?”
“I’m sayin’, Ma. After what popped off down at da school and whatnot, I figured you might wanna lil’ sumthin’-sumthin’ to calm ya mind.” He pulls out a bag of weed and hands it to me, grinning.
“Oh, I’m calm,” I say, stuffin’ it in my bra while headin’ toward the stairs. But I’ma be even calmer once I smoke this real quick. “Where’s Isaiah? He has an ass whoopin’ on reserve.”
Darius comes up on me and drapes his arm over my shoulder. “Yo, Ma. Let me holla at you, for real. Relax, aiight. I know you real aggie and all. But before you start spazzin’ out on Isaiah, I handled his lil’ ass for you. I promise you, he won’t do nuthin’ stupid like that again. I yoked him up real quick. So, let it ride, aiight? Can you do that for me? He knows his lil’ ass is gonna be on punishment. So you ain’t gotta go stompin’ him out, feel me?”
I put a hand up on my hip. Tilt my head, then take a deep breath. “Niggah, I spent almost two goddamn hours down at the police station in handcuffs for goin’ upside that bitch’s head all behind his black ass. And you think I’m supposed to let that slide? No, I’ma fuck him up ’cause he shoulda kept his motherfuckin’ dick in his pants.”
“Yo, c’mon, Ma.”
“C’mon, hell.” I look up and see Isaiah standin’ at the top of the stairs, lookin’ all scared and shit. “Get yo’ ass down here, and come get this ass whoopin’. Because if I have to come up those stairs to give it to you, it’s gonna be worse. You had no goddamn business doing what you did.”
“I’m sorry, Ma. I promise I won’t do it again,” he says, wringing his hands as his leg shakes. “Darius already beat me for it.”
“Well good. ’Cause now I’ma beat yo’ ass for gettin’ suspended and for having me break two goddamn fingernails banging that bitch in her head. And now I gotta sit home with ya black ass. So get down here.”
Joshua and Elijah come runnin’ upstairs from the basement, swingin’ open the door with Fuquan and Tyquan behind them. “Hey, Ma,” Joshua and Elijah say, goin’ up the other flight of stairs.
“Hey,” I say back.
Tyquan runs over and wraps his arms around my waist. “Mommmmmmmmy, you hom
e! I thought you was in jail.”
I hug him. “I was. How’s Mommy’s lil’ handsome man doing?”
“I’m fine. Why you get locked up?”
“Because your brother, Isaiah, pulled his goddamn dick out in school and I had to beat up his fahver’s bald-headed wife.”
“Ewww, that’s nasty; why he do that?”
“ ’Cause he wants me to fuck him up.”
“Oh, maaaaaaan,” Fuquan says, foldin’ his arms across his chest. “I thought they were gonna keep you locked up.”
I stare at him, not sure if I should laugh or be insulted. I shake my head. “Boy, shut ya fresh mouth up, and get over here and give me a damn hug before I swing you into that goddamn wall.” He shuffles over to me and gives me a half-ass hug. “Why you so evil, boy?”
“You evil,” he says, shrugging away from me.
Outta all my kids, I already know Fuquan’s gonna be the one who tries to bring it to me. And I’ma have to bury his ass when he does.
Darius plucks him upside the head. “What I tell you ’bout ya mouth, boy?”
“Owww!” he yells. “Why you hit me, Fucker!” Darius laughs and that only pisses him off more. He balls his fist and starts punchin’ him. “I’ma fight yo’ ass.”
“Darius, why you gotta get his ass cranked up. You know he’s half crazy. Isaiah, get yo’ ass down these stairs, boy. I ain’t forget ’bout fuckin’ you up. I’m gonna change my clothes and when I come back out you better have ya black ass down here ready for ya ass whoopin’.”
Darius stops wrestlin’ around with Fuquan’s bad-ass and stares at me. “Yo, Ma. I told you I handled it. Chill.” He lets Fuquan go and stands up.
I place a hand up on my hip. “Okay, Mister I Handled It, did you handle what the hell I’ma do with him durin’ the day, too? ’Cause I’m not about to be stuck sittin’ up in this house babysittin’ his nasty ass, and he’s definitely not ridin’ no-goddamn where with me.”
“He can come down to the shop with me during the day,” he says. “I’ll put him to work. Yo, Isaiah, get down here. I’ll keep him busy. He can sweep up the hair.”
