PPP Box Set

by Charmanie Saquea

  "Drinking? What the fuck was he drinking?" I asked. Ashton never drank more than two glasses of anything. He always said that you have to keep a sharp mind and be ready for whatever.

  "The officer said it was Cisco," he said, and I shook my head.

  "Why the fuck would he drink that shit, Ky? Only alcoholics and bums drink that shit," I cried. I made him do this. It was all my fault that he was hurt.

  "It's ok, Tacari," Neek came and sat with us. I hugged her and cried. We all just sat there in silence for what seemed like eternity. Kyree and Neek fell asleep then Nicole woke up so I took her to get something to eat from the vending machine. I got her some chips and a juice then we walked back to the waiting room and sat down. It was now one in the morning and we still hadn’t heard shit yet. I opened Nicole's stuff and we ate.

  "Ashton Watts! I need the family for Ashton Watts," an older lady called out. I woke Ky up and we went to speak with her. "Are you the family of Mr. Watts?" the stupid bitch asked.

  Come on now if we weren't the family, why the fuck would we stand up, stupid ass bitch.

  "Yes," Ky said pinching my arm like he knew I was going to say some fucked up shit.

  "Come on, just tell us what's wrong already. Shit, enough of ya silly ass questions," I said and he pinched me again.

  "Calm down Tacari, let her speak," he said.

  "The bitch ain't speaking fast enough," I said under my breath.

  "Mr. Watts is in a very critical condition right now..."

  TO BE CONTINUED…

  Nighttime Desires

  #PPP Family

  Viesha

  “Nice house,” I said, as I eased my way out of the passenger seat of Rashaad’s baby blue Jaguar.

  I usually didn’t go home from the club with men, but I had to make an exception for this sexy ass piece of man that was walking me up his driveway. Rashaad was on some real grown man shit. He didn’t even have swag; he had matured past that phase and had style, presence, and even an aura! He had done everything absolutely perfectly all night! From the way he had approached me, to the commanding but not overly aggressive way that he suggested that I should escort him to his home.

  First of all, the nigga was wearing that Tom Ford ‘Tuscan Leather’ and the nape of his neck smelled good enough to lick like a cherry blowpop. He was cut up, and his broad shoulders filled out his Dolce & Gabbana shirt perfectly. The Hermes belt he had on was an accessory and he didn’t wear it to make his whole outfit, like these young niggas out here did. Besides his whole confidence, demeanor, bass filled voice, and fashion sense, the deciding factor in me going home with Rashaad was when I happened to accidentally glance down and peep out his print. I could tell he was working with something mean! The outline of his dick was wide and girthy, just how I liked it. I was a little wet just from looking at it, so I could only imagine how my love box would be jumping when I touched that fat piece of meat.

  After I had burned that cock print image into my mind, I thanked God that I hadn’t driven my car and chucked my home girls Dueces. I told them that I was in good hands for the night. After one look at Rashaad, they all agreed. As a matter of fact, those bitches were probably jealous that I had gotten chosen. Usually, Tiphani is the star of our little clique. We all sexy AF, but she gets the most attention because of her wide hips and ass combined with her juicy, pouty, Meagan Good-like lips. No shade; Tiphani is a bad bitch. On this night though, I had come out on top. I was the one who had snatched the trophy nigga out of the club.

  Rashaad was no fraud nigga either. Everything was official with him. He had spent a few hundred on me already by copping a bottle of Rose’, six Blue Motorcycles, and even renting out the hookah machine for the entire night. He paid for everything with his credit card too, so I knew I wasn’t dealing with some street nigga. Don’t get me wrong, a successful D-Boy on his grind can be sexy as fuck, but those niggas bring too much drama. If it ain’t hate coming from one of his baby mom’s, it’s the Feds raiding your house at six in the morning because he stashes his work there. Believe me; I’ve been through it before.

  Rashaad even went all out and fed me after the club at Waffle House. Waffle House is some cheap shit, but at 4 A.M., that was all that was open. Actually, in about 5 more minutes I could think of one more thing that was about to be open. I was about to pop this pussy and bust it wide open for this mocha-skinned, smooth talking, Jesse Williams looking muthafucka! I was literally about to let him do whatever he wanted to do to my 5’5, 140 pound body EXCEPT nut in my face. I’m not a fuckin’ porno star. I can take it up the butt, I like being handcuffed and blindfolded, and I can deep throat like a white girl, but no nigga on the face of this Earth will ever bust a load on my face. That is some disgusting shit.

  Rashaad wrapped one hand around my waist as he used his other hand to pull his house key out of his pocket. The crib was all brick and was in a subdivision in a part of ATL that I had never even been in before. I had lived in Atlanta all my life, but I never known about this neighborhood. I guess it was one of them new places where only people with money knew about. As I took another whiff of Rashaad’s scent, he opened his front door and led the way in. Out of respect, I slipped my shoes off and laid them by the door. I hated when people tracked shit into my house, so I always took my shoes off when I went to other people’s houses.

  Rashaad flipped on the light and illuminated his well-furnished living room. Everything was black leather, with white stitching. The carpet was thick as hell and felt soft. I was hoping that he would lay my ass right down in the middle of the floor and give me that pipe right there! I liked in-the-bed sex, but on a floor, I could do so much more. Beds bounced and sheets slipped, which allowed me to run from the D, but on the floor, a bitch was trapped. I was forced to take it like a big girl. On top of that, my ride game was 10 times better on the ground. I could lock the dick in and never let it loose. If I bounced too hard on a bed, sometimes dicks would slip out because I got pretty damn wet when I wanted to.

  I plopped down on the comfortable couch while Rashaad excused himself to pee. I took in my surroundings as I tried to keep my hormones under control. On the wall, Rashaad had a big abstract looking painting. I’m not sure if it was one of those Basquiat’s that Jay-Z be talking about, but it was nice though. On the opposite wall, he had a 55’ flat screen mounted up. I thought it was cool as hell how all I could see was the TV and no excess wires. Next to the couch was an oak end table with a few 5X8 framed pictures. One was of him standing by two older ladies. They both looked just like him, so I quickly figured out that they were his Mom and Grand mom.

  The other picture was Rashaad and a little boy standing on a basketball court. The little boy looked like Rashaad’s spitting image, only lighter and with longer, curlier hair. It had to be his son. He was cute too, just like his Daddy. Obviously if Rashaad had a son, there had to be a baby mom not too far behind. I guess everything about this dude couldn’t be perfect, but then again, who is? Nevertheless, it didn’t matter to me if this nigga had 10 baby moms; I was still going to let him smash. He had treated me like a princess all night, and had spent his hard earned money on me. Rashaad was a gentlemen too, he hadn’t grabbed my ass or said anything disrespectful to me either. He deserved this pussy that I was about to put on him.

  “You want something to drink?” asked Rashaad, as he returned from the bathroom.

  “You got any Sprite and a Tylenol?” I asked.

  Sprite and Tylenol was my personal elixir to prevent a hangover the next day. I could hold my liquor, but Rashaad had spoiled me with that bottle of Rose’. You don’t waste a $200 bottle of champagne, so I made it my business to make sure that we finished the entire bottle. Since he was driving that plush ass Jaguar, Rashaad hadn’t drank too much, but I had gone hard. I wasn’t about to wake up in the middle of the morning throwing up in this nigga’s toilet. There was nothing sexy about that at all. I was trying to impress the hell out of Rashaad and make his house a place that I would be invited bac
k to. Who knows, maybe one day I could even bring my bad ass lil’ girl and we could all live under his roof as one big happy family with him supporting us and me playing the housewife role. Probably not, but a bitch can dream, can’t she?

  Rashaad came back from the kitchen with a can of Sprite and an unopened Tylenol bottle. I was relieved that he had a canned Sprite. Nowadays niggas will bring you a glass of soda with Molly or Ecstasy crushed up in it and have you high as hell. One of my home girls got caught up like that and woke up in the bed next to Gucci Mane and some other fat ass nigga that she didn’t even know with dried up cum all over her tits. True story; I won’t say her name, but it rhymes with Biffani.

  I twisted the top off the Tylenol and reached in and grabbed the cotton out.

  “Even with a black President, we still pickin’ cotton,” I joked.

  Rashaad laughed but I could tell that he didn’t really get it. He wasn’t the sharpest knife in the drawer and his sense of humor was non-existent, but niggas who looked like he did didn’t really need personalities. As I popped two Tylenol, Rashad slipped out of his shirt, leaving him in just a wife beater and jeans. He was #TeamNoTats with a washboard stomach. His abs were nice and his chest looked hard and broad enough to roll up a blunt on. He didn’t have to say another word after he came out of his shirt.

  I placed one hand on each of his shoulders and did a little spin move, allowing me to straddle him. I wanted to feel that fat cock up against my womanhood and give him a little preview of what he was about to get himself into. I had on my trademark black leggings and a thong, so I knew I would definitely be able to hunch on him and feel when he got hard. The time for talking, playing games, and being all cute was over. I was about to get down and dirty in Rashaad’s living room.

  I pulled myself closer to him and began grinding back and forth like I was a dancer at Onyx giving him a lap dance. Rashaad’s manhood rose to attention like a soldier saluting the general and my prayers were answered. I could feel how large it was, even though his pants and mine. I laid my head on his shoulder and gently kissed on that sexy smelling neck that I had been admiring all night. If he didn’t stop me, I was going to do my best to leave a hickie on his light skinned ass as a way of marking my territory. It was kind of like I was writing “Viesha’s Been Here.” I wanted the world to know that I was trying to claim Rashaad as my property.

  Rashaad kissed me back and used his hand to reach around and slip off my light green Forever 21 shirt. Then, on the first try, he unhooked my 36-C Vickie’s Secret bra with no problem.

  “This nigga must get a lot of pussy if he poppin’ off bras with one hand! Shit, I couldn’t take my own bra off that easily,” I thought.

  With my titties out, the night was officially getting better and better. My nipples were hard as a rock and it wasn’t cold at all in Rashaad’s house. Forcefully, he grabbed my left tittie, (which was my favorite for some reason) and licked it. Then he put the nipple in his mouth and sucked on it like an infant. I fed that big boob to him too, like I was daring him to put even more of it into his mouth. I might not have had the phattest ass in the world, but I knew I had enough cleavage to choke a nigga.

  “Bite it,” I instructed, on my freak shit.

  I liked my chest bit, not too hard, but just enough so that I could feel it hurt. I’m somewhat of a pain freak. Rashaad obliged and bit down on my breast perfectly. I was ready to fuck, but I had decisions to make.

  “Should I suck this nigga off first to show him it’s real? Or maybe I should slide my leggings off and see if this nigga eats pussy? If he licks my pussy, I know I will come and then I’ll be extra wet when he slides his dick in! But if I suck him off and he busts, then I gotta wait until he gets hard again and I’m gonna be laying here all horny. Damn, what’s a bitch to do?” I wondered.

  However, like a man should do, Rashaad took charge so I didn’t have to make a decision. He lifted me up with ease and laid me down on the couch. He slipped my leggings off leaving me laying there in nothing but my thong and socks.

  “Way to get that Brazilian wax yesterday, Viesha!” I congratulated myself in my thoughts.

  My coochie was as smooth as an apple and smelled like water; I was sure of that. I was hoping Rashaad was going to slide my thong to the side and stick his manhood inside me like I had been wanting him to do all night, but instead Rashaad’s next motion shocked me. He stood up began to walk away from me.

  “WTF? Did I do something wrong?” I wondered.

  “Go upstairs and meet me in the first bedroom on the right. I’ll be there in 5 minutes,” he instructed.

  “Ok baby,” I obeyed.

  Shit, at that point the nigga could have told me to get on all fours and bark like a Rottweiler and I would have done it. I didn’t know why we had to take the party upstairs, but I gladly followed instructions. He was the boss and I was happy to take his orders.

  “Maybe this dude is about to pop a Cialis or a Viagra or something,” I thought, as I sashayed my happy ass up his wooden steps.

  I almost bust my ass on the last step; apparently the liquor still had me a little bit faded. That would have been some embarrassing shit, but luckily I grabbed the hand rail and maintained my balance.

  “Focus Viesha! You got to put it on this nigga tonight,” I said under my breath.

  I was giving myself a pep talk, as a reminder that if I fucked the shit out of Rashaad, he would not have a problem taking me out and inviting me back to his beautiful house. I didn’t just fuck niggas for a nut; I fucked them for a purpose. Usually, that purpose involved me getting some money, food, or clothes out of them. I wasn’t a whore, but its 2014 and fucking for free went out of style in the 70’s with bellbottoms and disco.

  I flipped on the hall light since I really didn’t know my way around Rashaad’s crib. Quickly, I spotted the first door on the right and walked towards it. I didn’t know what this nigga was going to be doing downstairs for 5 minutes, but I hoped he wasn’t shitting. Either way, I figured it gave me some time to play with my clit and get my stuff good and wet so that I could accommodate that fat, black snake that I was now positive Rashaad was working with.

  I opened and door and felt along the wall for the light switch. Once I found, I flipped it up and blinked my eyes as I adjusted to the bright light. I headed for the bed, but I looked up and saw something that stopped me dead in my tracks. The bed that I had planned on getting my freak on in with Rashaad was already occupied!

  “Hello,” said the mystery woman lying in the bed.

  Dominique

  Rashaad had good taste in woman, and he never disappointed me with the ones he brought home from the club. I felt a tinge of jealousy as I took in the woman before me appearance. Usually the women he bought home were good look, but never better looking than me. This one… Well, she gave me a run for mine in the looks department. Her Caramel complexion was smooth, and appeared to be blemish free. Her hips weren't as wide as mine, so I knew, nine times out of ten I had a bigger ass. My shit was so big that it can be seen from the front. She made up for that with boobs though, and that's an area I lacked in. Her facial features were angelic almost childlike, she didn't have the look of someone who had been through some things. I on the other had a rough beginning and it showed.

  “I… I think,”

  “Calm down sweetie, you’re right where you should be,” I said while running my tongue across my bottom lip.

  I watched her stand at the door with an indecisive look on her face. I sensed her hesitation. She looked at if she knew she should have moved but with the way her eyes roamed over my body, I knew she wanted to stay and explore me. Making the decision for her, I locked eyes with her as I spread my legs apart. Using my index finger, I stuck it in my mouth, sucking on it as if it was a blow pop. Once it was wet enough to my satisfaction, I used it to trace over my left nipple until it was standing at attention. All puckered and hard. I made sure to do the same with the right, never once breaking eye contact with her. Moving fu
rther down, I teased my stomach with it before stopping at my center. I watched her bite her lip in anticipation, her eyes urging me to continue. Licking my lips, I used my other hand to spread my lower lips apart so my swollen clit was fully exposed. I knew she could see my juices leaking from my fountain. Going in a circular motion, I massaged my clit. I was supposed to be teasing her but the feeling became overwhelming causing me to close and forget she was staring. I was on the edge of climax when I felt her push my hands away.

  Looking down, she was on her knees rested between my legs with her head only inches away from my pussy. I watched as she watched me.

  "Do it you know you want to. Suck my pussy for me. Eat my shit." I demanded.

  I let out a little cry when I felt her kiss my pussy lips. She was playing with fire and didn't even know it. I grabbed my breasts, squeezing them tightly, trying to relive the pressure only it brought me further in ecstasy.

  Viesha

  Never have I wanted to taste another female as badly as I did now. Being up close and personal with her pretty pussy had my mouth watering. Seeing the juices leak through had me wanting to slurp it up. The smell, intoxicated my senses. She teased me to the point I couldn't stand it and my body was moving towards her before I realized it. It was only right I teased her back but I couldn't hold off any longer. Face first I dived into her pussy, eating it like I was in a pie eating contest, making sure no nook or cranny went untouched by my tongue.

  "Shit! Just like that! Just like that." She called out as she grinded against my face.

  With my hands, I pulled her closer to me, sticking my tongue into her hole, driving not only her mad but myself too. I swirled my tongue in and out of her, making sure to suck the clit every time I pulled out. My hands found their way to my own canal and I pushed two fingers inside of my pussy. So caught up in eating her gushy, I didn't realize Rashaad had entered the room until he spoke up.