Dirty Rotten Liar

by Noire

  It only took him two more strokes to shoot his nut off after swallowing her imaginary cream, and he couldn’t stop himself from grunting out loud as he deposited a load of hot, sticky cum in his palm and then smeared it all over his throbbing dick before gently tucking it back inside his drawers.

  Shame slammed into him the moment his wad had been shot. He was disgusted with himself for being so weak over a piece of stank pussy, and he felt damned lucky not to get caught as he quietly closed Mink’s door and turned around and hauled ass silently toward the stairs.

  Pilar was creeping her ass off.

  She knew her aunt was an early riser, and the last thing she wanted was for Selah to bust her sneaking into Barron’s suite to get some dick at the crack of dawn.

  She was almost at the top of the second landing, and she was so busy concentrating on being quiet that she didn’t even hear the muffled footsteps that came bounding toward her.

  “Barron!” she yelped. He was jetting out of the wing of rooms with his bathrobe flapping open and nothing underneath it except a pair of red silk boxer drawers.

  She was so shocked to see him that for a split second Pilar forgot that he had dumped her and she flashed him a smile. But then she caught the funny look in his eyes and she jumped on her game and went straight to work.

  “Look, baby,” she said, stepping right up on him and pressing her lips to his naked chest. “I know we’re going through a little something right now, but I didn’t mean all that stuff I said at my house and I don’t think you meant what you said either.”

  “P-Pilar,” Barron stuttered. His eyes looked wild as he tried to step away. “Hold up, now—”

  “Now, I know I was wrong,” Pilar said, getting up on him again, “and that’s why I’m the one who’s apologizing first, and just to show you that I’m serious and I’ve learned my lesson”—she slipped her bag of tricks off her shoulder and let it dangle from her arm—“I brought a little something for me and you to party with.”

  She snuggled up in his arms again and flicked her tongue over his bare nipple.

  “P-Pilar, stop—”

  “Oh, Bump,” she moaned as she pressed her aching titties to his chest. “You make me feel so damn good, baby. Let’s not argue anymore, okay? Why don’t we just go upstairs to your room and start this thing all over? How about we just pretend that none of that craziness happened at my house and just have us a little fun this morning and start our day off right?”

  “Pilar, I need you to—”

  She chuckled and reached for his dick.

  “Oh, I know what you need me to do,” she said, smacking her lips as she slipped her hand down the front of his waistband and then squatted down and made a beeline for his limp piece of meat.

  “You need me to—”

  Pilar froze in mid-lick. She got cold as hell. Like a brick of ice had just smacked her in the back of her head.

  “Ewww! W-w-what’sthis?”shestuttered, yanking her hand out of Barron’s damp drawers and staring at her fingers like they had been dipped in doody. She grabbed her wrist and eyed the sticky, congealing mass of cum that coated her skin.

  “B-B-Barron, what the fuck is this?”

  She stared at the front of his gummy drawers and then glanced down the hall toward the bank of double suites. Her brain calculated shit up like a computer, and Pilar let out a small, wounded cry, then reached into her bag of tricks and jumped up swinging.

  “You bastard!” she screeched, smashing the bottle of wine across his head. “You been in there fucking Mink? You slimy, low-down, cheating-ass bastard!”

  Barron didn’t have enough time to throw his arm up or duck, but he did manage to turn away real quick. And that’s when the edge of the bottle cracked into his thick skull right above his ear, and he yelped like a muthafucka as the thick glass shattered and bit into his scalp, and soaked him and his luxury bathrobe in hot blood and cold red wine.

  CHAPTER 16

  Thirty minutes later Pilar stomped out of Dy-Nasty’s bedroom fired up and ready to shoot. If Barron had thought she had gone bonkers on his black ass before, she was really gonna slice him up now, and his dumb ass was the one who had given her the knife!

  She had tried her best to smash his shitty brains in with that wine bottle, and not only was that fool gonna need stitches, he was gonna carry that scar she’d put on him all the way to his fucking grave!

  But that wasn’t all she had in store for his trifling ass, though! She was about to air him out! Barron was straight up busted because there was only one damn room he could have been creeping out of with all that cold cum gunked up in his drawers. Mink’s!

  Fumes had rolled off Pilar’s scalp, and she was so mad that she had sweated her curls out. She grunted in satisfaction as she thought about how she had barged into Dy-Nasty’s room and dragged her skank ass out the bed. In no time flat Pilar had pulled up a Web site on her iPad and showed Dy-Nasty a series of pictures that had bucked her sleepy little eyes wide the hell open! Pilar had made the girl an offer that she damn sure couldn’t refuse, and now all she had to do was sit back and watch the show as she got her revenge without ever getting her dainty little manicured hands dirty.

  Pilar’s nostrils were flaring as she stomped down the steps and stormed out of the mansion. She gave a damn about waking anybody up and getting caught now! Fuck them Dominions! Fuck ’em all! Barron Dominion had crossed her up for the last goddamn time, and thanks to Dy-Nasty’s dumb ass, payback was about to be a real motherfucker!

  Dy-Nasty had no idea the walls had ears as she sprawled in a beach chair by the Dominion’s hot tub and bitched into her cell phone.

  “Mama! You ain’t gonna believe this fuckin’ shit! These fools over here tryna tell somebody the trust fund is a wrap! Uh-huh, I’m dead serious! Bearrun said it! For real, Ma. I swear to God, if that black bastard don’t gimme my money I’ma set this whole fuckin’ joint on fire!”

  “Mink!” Bunni hissed as she leaned away from the open second-floor window and kicked the bed where her best friend lay on her stomach snoring her ass off. Bunni had been cracking sunflower seeds between her back teeth, eating the nut, and then spitting the chewed up shells outta Mink’s bedroom window when she spotted Dy-Nasty sitting below and keyed in on her convo.

  “Mink, get your ass up right now!” Bunni whispered. “That trifling bitch Dy-Nasty is outside on the phone talking shit to her mama!”

  Sprawled out on the bed, Mink tooted her big ass up in the air and dug her head deeper underneath her pillow. “Lee’ me ’lone, Bunni,” she mumbled. “Dy-Nasty’s mama is dead. Just like mine.”

  “No the hell she ain’t!” Bunni whispered. She leaned toward the window with her ear cocked open wide as she listened to Dy-Nasty tell her mama all about the three-hundred-grand payday that had just been canceled.

  “Nope!” Dy-Nasty complained into the phone. “I can’t even get the lil hundred grand no more ’cause these fools done already gave it to that ugly bitch from Harlem, and her dumbass already tricked it up!”

  “Oooooh,” Bunni sang quietly as she leaned back inside the room. “Mink that bitch just said you was ugly! Yep, she fuckin’ called you ugly!”

  “Ugly?” Mink flung the pillow to the floor and sat up in the bed in her skimpy leopard-print camisole and tiny little drawers.

  “Who the fuck is that ugly bitch calling ugly?”

  Two seconds later she was standing right beside Bunni and listening to Dy-Nasty talk a whole bunch of shit.

  “Yeah, Mama, that might work too, but check this out! Barron’s cousin Pilar came to my room real early this morning and showed me some pictures. They were pictures of Barron! On the Internet with lipstick on his lips and some nigga’s dick in his mouth!”

  Dy-Nasty twirled an ashy lock of beaver-weave around her finger and nodded.

  “Yep, I’m dead fuckin’ serious! You heard me right but I’ll say it again. It was a picture of Bearrun! With lipstick on his lips and some nigga’s dick in his mouth!
”

  Bunni’s eyes bucked open wide and she reached out and pinched Mink so hard on her left ass-cheek that Mink had to bite her tongue to keep from hollering out loud.

  “No, it ain’t no cross-con, Mama. I seen the pictures with my own eyes! She showed them to me on her iPad. It was him! Barron Dominion!”

  Mink jammed her heel down hard on Bunni’s little hammertoe, and then she grinned her ass off as tears of pain flooded her girl’s eyes and Bunni broke out in a sweat and started hopping around on one foot.

  “Uh-uh,” Dy-Nasty said below them. “I can’t e-mail you the pictures ’cause they was on a Web site and I don’t remember what it was off the top of my head. But Pilar said she’s gonna give me the link, so as soon as I get to a computer I’ll put the link up on my Facebook page so you can see ’em for yourself,” she promised.

  “No, Mama,” Dy-Nasty said, sucking her teeth like she was exasperated. “My timeline is private. That’s why I keep telling you to make you a Facebook account, damn! It’s people way older than you that be on that shit runnin’ they mouth all day long.”

  She listened for a few seconds.

  “Uh-uh. No, you can’t see my page from Shantel’s account, neither. Me and her don’t speak no more, remember? That hoe went and blocked me after I gave her ugly boo Tre’kwan that real bad dick infection, ’member? She started acting all shitty just because she caught it too! So no, you ain’t gonna be able to see nothing I post if you on Shantel’s page, but if you make your own page and friend me I’ll confirm you, okay?”

  Mink and Bunni were hanging halfway out the damn window now.

  “Oh my goodness! For real, Mama? You think I should show them nasty pictures to his daddy? And send them to the Dominion board too? Ooooh! Mama you slick as hell! But you right though. You should see how that fake muthafucka be walkin’ around here like he doo-doos out green money and it don’t stink! Yeah, he so busy tryna fuck me outta my cash, let’s see how that fool likes it when we fuck him right outta his!”

  Wooo-hooo! Game always recognized game, and con-mami Mink and pickpocket Bunni had to give Dy-Nasty her schemin’-ass props on this one!

  “Okay, now,” Dy-Nasty said. “I miss you too, Mama. I can’t wait to get back home so we can have us a real big party! Bye!”

  By now Mink had forgotten all about that pinch on her ass, and Bunni wasn’t stuttin’ her hammertoe! The only thing they was worried about was getting on Dy-Nasty’s Facebook page so they could find that Web site link and peep them pictures of stiff-ass Barron Dominion wearing lipstick and kissing dick!

  Dy-Nasty’s critter-ass really did have a private Facebook page. Me and Bunni couldn’t see shit she posted, especially no links to them nasty pictures of Barron, unless we were her Facebook friends. But Bunni wasn’t about to let that stop her. So she opened up a dummy e-mail account and then logged on to Facebook and started a fake profile. I cracked the hell up when she called herself “Film Director Looking4 HotBig-BootyTalent.”

  “Sheeit,” Bunni drawled as her fingers flew over the keys on the laptop. “Laugh if you wanna, baby! Just watch. Soon as that busted-lookin’ trick peeps this page her thirsty ass is gonna be all over it. Trust!”

  “You got that right!”

  “Pull up your shirt!” Bunni ordered me as she went around behind me holding out her cell phone. “Unbutton your pants and slide ’em down ya hips and lemme see them million-dollar cheeks! Make sure your thong string is showing too. I wanna get some real good ass-shots so when niggas peep our page we can have ’em beating off in their fists and licking their computer screens.”

  I tooted up the bomb dook and laughed like hell as she snapped mad pictures of it from the waist down and from a bunch of different angles. Bunni posted a real hot shot of my booty as her profile pic, and then she uploaded the rest of the pictures into an album. After that she sent out a bunch of friend requests to random rap artists, urban authors, and big-titty models who were all tryna come up on their grind.

  In no time flat her friend requests started getting confirmed left and right, and once she had enough friends to make her page look legit, she went back to Dy-Nasty’s profile page and sent her a friend request too.

  “That raggedy bitch better confirm me,” Bunni said, and sure enough, just a few minutes later, Dy-Nasty did.

  And now, all four of our eyes were crawling over Dy-Nasty’s page like ants on syrup. That crab had a bunch of bomb ass-shots of her own, and we had to scroll through all that nasty booty she was holding before we found what we were looking for.

  Bunni clicked on a link that had been shared with somebody named “Phat Pat” and it took us outta Facebook and to a Web page.

  “Oh, shit,” Bunni said quietly as the first shot of Barron came up on the screen. He was stretched out on a couch with his legs gapped open. He had on a short skirt and some stupid-looking calf-high black dress socks.

  “Uh!” Bunni hollered like she’d been gut-hit. “That’s a bad-ass fuckin’ skirt that nigga got on! I wonder where he got that shit from?”

  “Bunni, please!” I said, and turned the screen more toward me.

  “Hold up. Is that his dick laying on the couch between his legs?” I peered at the picture tryna see if the thick shadow under Barron’s skirt was actually his meat hanging out. “Please tell me that ain’t his dick I’m seeing! ’Cause if it is, that nigga is a piper!”

  “Um, yeah,” Bunni confirmed. “That’s a dick all right. I’ve seen one or two of them thangs before, and that looks like a nice big dick to me!”

  We scrolled down the page and stared at every picture of Barron on the site, and by the time we was done looking I knew that nigga’s foot-long hot dog was about to get burnt!

  “Oh that bitch Dy-Nasty is fin’ta fuck your brother up,” Bunni declared big-time.

  “Um,” I corrected her, “he’s her brother. Not mine, remember?”

  Bunni shrugged. “It don’t really matter who damn brother he is. His shit is ’bout to get fucked up.”

  CHAPTER 17

  “Oh God!” Selah moaned as Rodney Ruddman planted a trail of kisses down her tight stomach and rubbed his fingers through the mound of her neatly trimmed forest. “This shit feels so fucking good! I can’t believe I’m doing this again. I can’t believe it!”

  Rodney’s laughter echoed off the walls of his large penthouse suite, and he grinned as he spread Selah’s creamy thighs even wider.

  “But you are doing it, Mrs. Dominion,” he reminded her heartlessly. “You’re doing it and you’re loving it too.”

  If Rodney was treating her harshly, then Selah knew she deserved it. They’d been playing the phone sex game, and she had gotten her satisfaction and then hung up before he could get his too, and now he was paying her back in cruel, delicious ways.

  And it was damned delicious too! Selah sighed with pleasure as he spread her legs even wider. She had taken Jock and Fallon down to Houston to visit Viceroy early that morning, and she’d made it her business to get the hell out of there as quickly as she could. Viceroy had tried to pull that same old tired trick on her as they were walking out the door, but this time instead of going back to sit on his limp dick Selah had damn near knocked Jock down trying to get out of that hospital room.

  “Let them kids go on ahead!” Viceroy had wailed as she broke her neck getting out the door. “Come back for a minute Selah and let me show you something real quick.”

  Sheeiit. Selah shuddered at the memory. She reached over and jacked Rodney’s ramrod hunk of wood. Viceroy could just keep his little limp hot dog in his goddamn pajamas! Who the hell did he think wanted to sit on his rubbery little Louisiana hotlink?

  She moaned louder as Rodney plunged his thick fingers in and out of her softness. Selah’s juices sloshed in his hand as she panted and fucked up at him with her hips.

  But it only took her a few minutes to get tired of all that. Hell, she had her own damn fingers. A man with a big stiff dick is what she wanted!

  She gr
abbed Rodney’s wrist and made him withdraw from her tunnel. And then she maneuvered her body until her face was in his crotch and his gigantic sausage stood up stiffly like it had a steel rod going through it.

  “Yes, suck my dick, Mrs. Dominion,” Rodney ordered her. He wound his fat fingers in her hair and guided her mouth to the top of his shaft. “Suck my big hard dick,” he repeated as her lips swept down his pole and covered it in hot, soft wetness. “And act like it’s your husband’s.”

  Fallon was stretched out on her sofa getting her lips sucked just the way she liked. The strong pink tongue that slipped in and out of her mouth felt like moist satin, and the bright white teeth that were perfectly straight dazzled her mind.

  She felt the hand that crept up her side to cup her firm breast but she didn’t try to stop it. In fact, she wanted to be touched. She arched her back and poked her titties out and mentally begged for her nipples to be stroked.

  The strong fingers squeezed her titty gently and thumbed her nipple, and then slid down across her belly and pressed against the tender spot of her triangle. Fallon sighed and let her legs fall open, and she was just thrusting her hips up to meet the sweet pressure that was bearing down on her clit when her phone rang.

  “Don’t answer it,” her partner panted, but Fallon couldn’t help it as she reached behind her and snatched the cell phone off the end table.

  “H-hello?”

  “Sup, baby girl.”

  It was her ex. Freddie. Fallon’s body started cooling down as she closed her legs and struggled to sit up.

  “Hey. What’s up?”

  “I ran into a little problem with Verizon,” Freddie explained. “Them fools claim they can’t find my payment so now they about to cut off my phone. I need you to hook me up with five hundred until I get paid, a’ight? Can you do that for ya daddy real quick?”

  Damn! Fallon smirked. This was Freddie’s third damn time calling for money this week!