Natural Born Liar: The Misadventures of Mink LaRue

by Noire

  Suge moaned as I throated that good wood. I took him down inch by inch, relaxing my neck pussy and wetting that thing up like I had a sprinkler system in the roof of my mouth.

  I put down a damn-near flawless dick-lick game, and Suge cupped my ears and pounded up into my face as his thighs shook and he made all kinds of crazy fuck sounds and then smashed my head down deep in his lap and came real hard.

  His hot cum hit way in the back of my throat, and I sucked and swallowed and sucked and swallowed until his dick got a little softer and he pulled himself from my mouth.

  “That shit was good, baby,” he said, wiping sweat from his forehead. “Damn, girl. Your lips. Your throat. The way you vibrated that tongue ... it’s your turn now baby.”

  Suge undressed me stitch by stitch. He wouldn’t even let me help him. He admired my body the whole time he was taking my clothes off, and he growled a bunch of sexy compliments that blew my mind.

  When he had me completely naked he just looked at me for a little while. My breasts, my stomach, my hips and thighs. His eyes roamed over me with appreciation and desire, and I loved the way that look made me feel.

  He pressed his lips deep down on mine, and instead of that frantic tongue fight we’d had the last time we kissed, he took his time and moved a lot slower now. His fingertips rubbed my cheeks as he got to know my mouth in a real tender fashion, and I reached up and wrapped my arms around his neck like he was my lover for real.

  He left my lips and kissed my throat, my collar-bone, and under my left armpit. Then he held my juicy titty in his hand and sucked it deeply into his mouth, moving real slow on me and creating a sensuous thrill that made me arch my back and cry out softly.

  Suge sucked my titties like they were beautiful objects of art. He handled them gently and stroked them like he had never before held anything so precious in his big, rough hands.

  He slid his fingers down my stomach and ran them through my pussy hairs. I spread my legs as juice leaked from my slit and dripped onto his bedspread. I reached down and massaged myself, then held my fingers up for him to lick one by one.

  “I been wanting to taste you,” he said swirling his tongue around on my middle finger. “So fuckin’ bad.”

  He grabbed my hips and pressed his nose into my pussy. He turned his head left and right and rubbed his face all in my stuff. His fingers dug into my booty cheeks as he lifted me toward his mouth, and when he finally put it on me, that man put it on me just right.

  He almost swallowed my whole pussy with one gulp. He stretched his mouth open wide, then brought his lips together gently, licking and sucking everything that was between them.

  He pressed down on the spot right above my mound, then stuck his tongue deep inside me and ate me gently, darting his tongue all around down there with long, slow licks.

  I reached up and grabbed the headboard, then wrapped my legs around his head and squeezed until I came. I rode his face as sparks of fire shot outta my center, and he hung with me the whole way.

  Suge stood up and got all the way naked just like me. He put on a condom, then pulled the sheets back and got in the bed. He pulled me over until I was laying on top of him. Our groins were pressed together and my titties was smushed against his broad chest.

  He drew my knees up until I was straddling him, and using his strong arms, he lifted me by the hips and until my snatch was hovering over his erection.

  I reached between us and guided him into me. I wanted to scream as all that thickness slid up in me, and as soon as my body expanded I got to bumping up and down on that dick.

  “You’re so damn beautiful,” Suge whispered, running his hands up from my hips to my armpits and thumbing my nipples. He fucked me with deep, thorough strokes. “So fuckin’ sexy and beautiful.”

  I rode him hard, thrusting my hips back and forth and bouncing up and down. He grabbed my shoulders and pulled me forward until I was laying flat on top of him. He ran his hands up to my neck, then slid them down my back and gripped my whole ass in his palms.

  Outta nowhere that nigga smacked me. Right on my left cheek. My ass jiggled and burned under his big hand, and I almost lost my nut right then and there.

  “Ugh,” he grunted and slapped me again. I moaned and squeezed his dick between my thighs and crushed my clit against his pole. He went for my left cheek the third time, and as he brought his hand down flat on my ass, he thrust his dick deep inside me and pushed his finger into the rim of my asshole.

  I screamed and tightened my booty cheeks, and as his dick jerked inside of me, that was all she wrote. He fucked me hard in both my holes, and we exploded together as my sweet cream overflowed from my inner walls like burning hot lava.

  We laid there hugging each other close and breathing hard. After a couple of minutes I rose up on my hands and looked at him with a big grin on my face.

  “Ummm ... I got a question,” I said stupidly.

  He laughed. “I got an answer.”

  “Okay. Tell me this. After all that nasty shit we just did, do I still have to call you ‘Uncle’ Suge?”

  He laughed and cupped my sweaty ass and squeezed it tight.

  “You can call me any damn thing you wanna call me, baby.” He lifted his head and kissed my lips. “Just as long as you call me.”

  CHAPTER 39

  Carla Hildegrand gave up that wet neck and marveled at the size of her fiancé’s dick. It was true what they said about once you go black you never went back. Barron had the biggest, blackest, and sweetest dick she had ever tasted, and she couldn’t imagine putting anything weak and pale into her mouth ever again.

  She crouched down on the floor and dropped her lower jaw as he slid himself deeply into her mouth and thrust with long, swirling strokes. Carla vibrated her tonsils and massaged the base of his pole with her tongue, flattening it out and sweeping it sensually from side to side.

  Small moans began to escape his throat, and knowing how much she pleased him turned her on even more. Carla rotated her body until her nose was pressed firmly against Barron’s balls. The tiny hairs on his nut sack tickled her nostrils and almost made her sneeze.

  She retracted herself and brought her lips up over his helmet-shaped crown, then licked his glistening shaft like it was a Popsicle. Chocolate was her favorite flavor, and she loved the way his pre-cum tasted sweet and salty and slippery on her tongue all at the same time.

  Swirling back around again, Carla bobbed her head and slurped and sucked both of them into a hot frenzy. Giving Barron head was something she lived for, and he had once told her she should put dick-sucking down on her résumé because she had the best neck pussy in the entire state of Texas. She flip-flopped her tongue over the head of his dick in a series of figure eights. This part usually drove him wild, and he would grab handfuls of her hair and pound that hard dick into her mouth until the back of her throat caught fire.

  But this time Barron didn’t grab her hair. In fact, when she opened one eye and peered up at him, his arms were crossed in front of his chest, his face was turned away from her, and his eyes were squeezed shut real tight.

  Carla never slowed her pace, but she was puzzled. She could tell Barron was highly turned on by what she was doing, but he seemed so far away, and there was a strange look of reluctance on his face. Carla doubled her efforts and Barron’s body responded. His muscular thighs trembled and his stiff dick got longer and even harder.

  “Yeah, suck this shit baby,” he muttered and gyrated his hips to her powerful rhythm. Carla peeked at him again. He wasn’t looking at her. He wasn’t touching her. He wasn’t even into her. The lower half of his body was still perched on the chair, but his upper half was turned as far away from her as he could get. And the words coming out of his mouth ... he had never spoken this kind of ghetto fuck-talk to her before.

  “Lick my fuckin’ balls ... slurp this dick. Yeah ... wet it up, bitch. Keep it nice and juicy. Lemme get this nut. I’m ’bout to blow. Ooooh, yeah. Just like that, don’t stunt. Stroke it. Tighten
them lips. Squeeze my big black balls! Ohhhh, SHIT! Suck my nut! Swallow this fuckin’ cum!”

  He palmed her head and jammed her face down into his groin. She felt like she was suffocating but he held her there as he pumped three quick, hard thrusts and then erupted so deeply in her throat that she didn’t even taste his seed as it slid down her throat.

  Immediately he dropped his hands and let his head loll over onto his shoulder. There was none of the usual stroking or soft words of love that came from his lips. The only thing Carla heard was the sound of his breathing and the nagging realizations that had suddenly jumped into her head.

  She was still on her knees as Barron pulled his slightly hard penis from her mouth. He swung his leg over her head and stood up. His naked body was covered in a sheen of sweat, and every muscle on his body looked coiled and perfectly formed.

  “Barron,” she called after him as he walked toward the bathroom.

  “Hold up. I gotta take a piss.”

  Carla waited on her knees and listened as he urinated, flushed the toilet, and then turned on the shower. She was still right there waiting ten minutes later when he came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel.

  “I see the way you’ve been looking at her,” Carla said softly. All kinds of thoughts had run through her mind while he was in the bathroom. She hated that these thoughts were in her head, but he was the one who had put them there. “I hear you calling out her name in your sleep.”

  Barron walked over to the dresser and picked up his deodorant. Raising his arms, he rubbed the canister into his pits before turning around.

  “You still on that one? How many times do I have to explain the way we do things in our family?”

  “Save it, Barron. There’s no excuse for that kind of behavior in any family. None. You look at her the way a man is supposed to look at a woman! Like she’s so fuckably delicious that she makes your mouth water! But with me ... with me you can’t even bear to open your eyes when I’m between your legs sucking your dick!”

  “It’s just a black thing, Carla. A black thing! I was black on the day you met me, and I’m going to be black on the day I die. Black families are just close like that. Especially ours. You know how my mother is. She loves my uncle Digger, so of course we all love Pilar. Yeah, we’re close, but she’s my cousin, Carla. My cousin. And I’m getting tired of having to explain that to you all the damn time! There is nothing going on between me and my cousin! Nothing!”

  Carla met his steady gaze with a steely one of her own.

  “Oh, I believe you,” she said softly. “But I’m not talking about your cousin, Pilar, Barron. I’m talking about your sister. Mink.”

  CHAPTER 40

  I was really startin’ to feel Selah, but at the same time me and her crazy son Barron stayed going at it hard!

  “So when are you heading back to New York, Mink?” He walked up and blasted on me outta nowhere. “There’s a hood up in Harlem that’s missing two sewer rats.”

  I had just left Selah’s suite when he caught me off balance. I had gone up there to tell his moms good morning and to see how she was doing, and now this fool was following me all the way to the other side of the house and talking crazy shit.

  “Kill that hater noise,” I said and scratched my ass right in front of him as I walked into my suite. “I like Texas. I might not never go back to New York.”

  He stepped up on the side of me and put his finger in my face. “It’s time for you to get up outta here, Mink. Y’all can’t stay here any longer, okay? Not you, with your fake, scheming ass, and not your ghetto-ass, drinking-milk-straight-outta-the-carton sidekick either! Who the fuck does that anyway?”

  “My mother said I can stay here as long as I want to,” I said, irking the shit outta him. He got swole just like I knew he would.

  “Yo! I’m not playing with you. Stay the fuck out of my mother’s room. I already told you not to go up in there funking her space up.”

  “You know what, Barron?” Bunni got up off the sofa and walked toward him with her bottom lip quivering. “You real disrespectful, you know that? I wish my brother Peaches was here. He’d knock you dead on ya ass for talking to Mink that way. Word.”

  Barron stepped up on her too. “Fuck you and your ‘brother’ Peaches! What? I’m supposed to be scared of him or something?”

  “Oh, you need to be,” I told him. “Just go ’head with all that, Barron. Matter fact, get gone from outta here. Mama says this is my suite, and I want your tight ass to get the fuck out of it.”

  That fool went beast. He bent over me and blasted down in my face.

  “She is NOT YOUR FUCKING MOTHER!”

  I blasted right back! “Get the fuck out my face!”

  “Get me the fuck out your face!”

  Without a word, Bunni snuck around and jumped on him from the back and I jumped on him from the front. We were two New York hoodrats on a mission as we swung and scratched and lit into his ass like he was the one tryna steal something from us.

  “Cut that shit out!” he hollered as he tried to hold me off with one hand and Bunni off with the other one. We fought like two wolves in a pack. Bunni rushed him high and I rushed him low. He threw his hands up to grab Bunni and poked her right in the eyeball.

  “O www ww!” she screamed and grabbed her face.

  He tried to pry me off his legs and his Rolex grazed my mug and busted my lip. Blood trickled down my chin and I let him go for a quick second, but when Bunni lunged at him and got back in the fight, I lunged again too.

  We were all over that fool. We hung off his ass like toddlers, using our weight to drag him down so we could tackle him and fuck him up. He staggered backward and crashed into a dresser, but we held on to him and threw killer blows everywhere we could land them.

  We were sweating like a muthafucka up in that room. All three of us. Barron knew better than to just come out and swing on us, but he did toss our asses. He picked Bunni up first and chucked her across the room and she landed hard on the couch. Then he lifted me up like I was just baby weight, and he tried to spike my ass down on the king-sized bed like I was a football.

  “You are not my fuckin’ sister, Mink,” he spit, breathing real hard. We had ripped the buttons off his shirt and scratch-welts had popped up on both sides of his face. “I don’t know who the fuck you are, but you sure as hell ain’t Sable.”

  He turned to walk out the door and I couldn’t help but get the last word in.

  “Just watch, asshole! The DNA test ain’t gonna lie, asshole!” I shouted. “The muthafuckin’ DNA test ain’t gonna lie!”

  CHAPTER 41

  Barron had just climbed behind the wheel of his Maybach when he saw a DHL van pull up in the driveway behind him. He watched in the rearview mirror as the driver hopped out and walked toward the front door carrying a large yellow and red envelope in his hand.

  “Ay!” Barron opened his car door and called to him. “Lemme get that over here!”

  His stomach clenched as soon as he saw the return address on the envelope. It was from Exclusively DNA, and his jaw stiffened as he touched it. He signed for the envelope and then waited until the courier got back inside his truck and took off.

  Finally, Barron thought as he walked into the house. The results were in, and as soon as he broadcast that shit out loud those two scheming bitches from New York were gonna get tossed out the door. He felt a big weight lift off his chest. This shit was almost over. He’d have the maids go through those guest suites with a few gallons of bleach and wash all traces of that gutter trash from his father’s house. Barron tucked the envelope containing Mink’s DNA results under his arm, then he headed upstairs to his suite and locked his door.

  Anticipation surged through him as he sliced into the envelope with a letter opener. As great as it would have been to find Sable and get that vote he needed on the company’s board, the only thing Barron wanted right now was for Mink to get her ass out of all of their lives.

  He slid the three pieces o
f paper from the envelope and let his eyes skim over the cover sheet.

  “Oh, hell fuckin’ no!” He almost crumpled when he read the summary statement and the conclusions of the test. Somebody was playing fuckin’ games! There had to be some kind of mistake!

  Barron skimmed over the other two sheets of paper and he couldn’t believe what his eyes were reading. And he damn sure didn’t want anybody else to believe it either. He could hear Mink’s voice as she screamed all in his ear.

  The DNA test ain’t gonna lie, asshole! The muthafuckin’ DNA test ain’t gonna lie.

  Well some damn body was gonna have to lie, Barron thought grimly. He stuck the papers back inside the envelope, then grabbed his keys and headed back outside to his car.

  Two hours later Barron’s wallet was lighter and his heart was too. It had cost him ten grand, but it was money well spent. A new DNA report was about to be generated at Exclusively DNA, and he’d be receiving a copy through courier mail in just a few days.

  He had been in the right place at the right time to intercept that envelope, and he didn’t know what the hell would have happened if somebody else had gotten their hands on that shit first. Just the thought that somebody might find out that Mink’s DNA was a match and that she really was his sister Sable was scary.

  That shit was scary as hell.

  CHAPTER 42

  But two nights later Selah called for a family dinner.

  The servants had just set the plates on the table when Barron and Carla entered the elegant Dominion dining room. His mother was already there, and so were Dane, Jock, Fallon, and a few of their aunts and cousins from Houston.

  Barron sat down in the chair that was right next to Viceroy’s empty seat. The scratches on his face were just starting to heal. He looked up as Bunni and Mink walked into the room, closely followed by Pilar and her father, Digger.