by AP Jermaine
“I’m telling you bru, the shit is popping! Tonight’s club night nigga! Nothing but big booty baby dolls. They know we from out of town off gate. You know we got a different swag than them Charlotte cats. You aint even gotta attempt to holla at nothing. They coming up to “you,” asking to buy “you” drinks. I’m talking bout they dick thirsty for real down there for real niggas like us! The white broads be freaking hard too! I’m talking sisters and everything! Real talk!”
“Sounds tempting homeboy but no thanks.”
“Bru just listen. They got a car wash off Independence, where all the hustlers bring they whips out to stunt. Big boy shit! Every duck from Greensboro to South Carolina be out that bitch! I’m talking bout the N. C. Feak Nik nigga! You don’t want none of that? Straight Stuntin Magazine supposed to be out there recruiting tomorrow. So, you “know” them thick bitches coming out! The top whips get the top ho’s nigga. You know when my nigga pull up in that Maserati, shit be over! Aint nobody touching that shit. That joint like three hundred stacks! Nigga you gotta see them bitches come running when we pull up! Oh Lawd!” Shell sounded like a kid bragging on his big brother. I wasn’t impressed.
“Have fun nigga, but I ain’t going. I told you I got business to handle outta town myself.”
“Word? Where you going dog?”
“Business bru. Just business.” I opened the door for him to go ahead and slide as I spoke.
“Aight bru, but you missing out on some prime new pussy,” Shell yelled over his shoulder as he walked to his police magnet. “I’ll hit you when I get back dog.” The door was already closing as he spoke.
Chapter 41 “The Duty”
RINGGG…. “Hello?”
“What’s up Vanilla Sugar?”
“Oh, my god! I can’t believe you called! I get ten years off yo ass, and I can’t get so much as Thank you fuck?” I had to laugh at her crazy ass sarcasm, because even though Lauryn was trying to sound as if she was joking, I knew she was dead ass serious. She was rich, and sexy as a motherfucker. And she knew it! She wasn’t accustomed to not getting her way. In the courtroom or with a man. But that’s the exact reason I made her wait. Something new for her. That only proved to make her pussy that much wetter for this black steel.
“I’m feeling kinda freaky today. You wanna get me off?” I asked bringing a moan from deep within Lauryn.
“Okay. I can come as far as Sanford. I got court first thing in the morning. Murder charges.”
“Oh, so what you trying to say? I ain’t worth missing a few funky ass dollars?”
“Teddy don’t play. You know that I will leave this man up here to get his ass hung, if it means missing out on some of you.”
“Nah don’t do that.” I laughed. “Meet me at the same spot we went to the last time we were in Sanford. You know it’s gonna take me a least forty - five minutes once I hit the highway.”
“I’ll be waiting out front in an hour.” I could feel Lauryn’s Kool-Aid smile in her voice.
“Cool. Oh yeah. Wear that lil hooker outfit wit the miniskirt if you still go it, some open toed stilettos and no panties.” I commanded.
“Okay crazy. Bye.”
Chapter 42 “Taken”
I lied to Monique. I told her I had to take a short trip outta town to pick up some money for the building. She never asked me a bunch of dumb ass questions, which is probably why we got along so well. Yet and still, I assured her, I wasn’t going out of town to do no trapping.
“So, when you coming back home?” Monique asked, which was out of the ordinary for her.
“Tomorrow.” I answered truthfully. Giving me the evil eye, Monique rolled her eyes at me before stomping off down the hall and into the bedroom. Damn. I was starting to get the feeling she knew I was up to something. But fuck it. Without proof, why the hell would she even bother. I knew for a fact that “her” pussy “DAMN” sure won’t hurting for no attention. Trust me! So far, I’d kept my promise to spend more time at the crib and treat Monique better. Pampering her with love and affection while making sure her pussy stayed sore! I’d already called Mr. Kilscomb and informed him that our money arrangement had been successful. He seemed to be even more excited than I was. We made plans to settle up and sign all the necessary paperwork on Monday. I am now ready to take this shit to the next level. Russell Simmons here I come nigga! Much respect.
“Knowing you, you already got the money you need, and just going to be with some broad. Monique spoke to me as she walked back up the hallway. Damn. She knew me too well. “I aint mad at you though baby. You came home. You set out to do something and you did it.”
“I did it for us, not me.”
“I’m sorry baby.” She giggled. “For us. And you did what you said you would do. That, to me speaks volumes about your character. From the first time that I saw yo sexy ass, I knew you would be mine.” Monique was feeling good tonight. “So baby, you have every right to go out and enjoy yourself. But baby, there’s one thing that I can’t allow. Monique stepped in closer as she started to unbuckle my pants. Easily she slid the Carolina Hurricane’s hockey jersey over her head, exposing that beautiful milk chocolate body underneath. Her nipples looked like Hershey’s Kisses, and my dick was starting to rock up as I figured out where this conversation was going.
“Oh really? What is it that you can’t allow Miss… what is your name?”
“Reynolds. Roxy Reynolds.” She answered as she released my python from his cage. I relaxed and smiled as she tried unsuccessfully to wrap her hand around its thickness. “There’s no way I can allow you to leave outta her without making sure that you’re drained. So, whatever lil chic you’re headed to see, make sure to tell her that I said I’ve already got the stuff.”
“You know this dick got your name written all over it, why you talkin crazy?” I threw my shirt off and got down on my knees with my face between her legs.
“Okay. I believe you. Just make sure you use a condom.” Smart ass. I started to talk some shit but she stopped me. “Ah. Ah. No more talking. Eat pussy.” She commanded as she led my face between her thighs. Her pussy hair was shaved down to a light caesar. Just the way I loved it! I got up off my knees and sat on the couch beside her.
“Come stand in front of me.” I ordered. Without questioning my command, or my motives, Monique stepped up on the couch and balanced herself. “Put that pussy in my face,” I said as I slid down just a little so she could sit her pussy right in my mouth. “This what you want? Huh? You want me to taste it? Come here.” Monique was already so wet I could see the sticky juices forming bubbles at the entrance of her beautiful pussy. “Put that pussy in my mouth!” I yelled aggressively this time. “What’s taking you so long!”
“I’m sorry baby.” Monique said submissively. Immediately, she lowered the sweet taste of ginger into my mouth. It was the taste that I had a thirst for that could never be quenched. Trembling, she laid her pussy across my tongue as I licked out her hot hole. “Ohhhh!” She sang soprano while she rode my face. Grabbing an ass cheek in each hand, I pushed my tongue into her pussy as far as it would go, before peeling back her lips and sucking her swollen clit into my mouth, feasting like a hungry baby as I pulled on her cum button! “Oh god! Shi…! Oh shit! Ahhhh!!!” Monique screamed like I was killing her as her orgasm began to erupt!
“No!” I let up off her clit. “Not yet. I’ll tell you when you can cum.” Bending her over the arm of the couch, I licked her from pussy to asshole.
“Oh godddd!” The prolonging was driving her insane! Just another side to my eroticism. Prolonged orgasm. She moaned and seemed to gather just enough strength to reach out and hit the universal remote on the coffee table. Immediately Roxy Reynolds was on the screen. Sucking a nigga dick like a crackhead! Damn! She planned this shit!
“Is that one of my DVD’s?” I played dumb. I was thinking about the forty- five minutes it had already been since I told Lauryn I’d meet her in forty - five.
“Ah, Ah, I got it from The Village. You k
now that dude that be standing out by Italian Pizzeria.” She hit a button and switched the discs in the changer. Superhead jumped up on the screen! Mr. Marcus stood over her while she gave him the “Blowjob Champion” experience! The head job that Ms. Karrine was giving, made me wanna meet her! I stood up from the couch and Monique slid to her knees, filling her mouth with as much of my dick as she could take. She sucked with a greed! A hunger! She watched every move superhead made, imitating her style and finesse as she slurped, sucked, and pulled with all wet tongue and jaw muscle! I felt my balls start to tingle when her eyes left the screen and intensely met my own, staring me down as she worked as if daring me not to cum! The rumbling came from my feet, through my calves, up my thighs and exploded outta the head of my dick! The first shot almost rendered me blind, as I reached back for something to steady myself while staggering backwards! The entire time, Monique held strong like a vise grip! Gripping my meat as she drank down her reward. Yeah. She knew I was going to fuck. Before I had a chance to think about it, she was all over me again! Slowly she licked the side of my neck, and instantly my dick sprang rigid!
“Turn around,” I barked as I jumped up and pushed her over on the couch. Positioning myself, I bent my knees and slid the head of my dick up and down against the entrance of her apple pie. My mind was still a little preoccupied because I’d stopped her earlier from cumming in my mouth. By not allowing her that pleasure right then, I’d also fueled my own hunger. Ladies listen to me, and know this to be the truth. There is nothing in this world more delicious than a woman’s orgasm. The stronger, the better. Simple and plain. Ginger. If your man doesn’t agree,
get rid of him today and find you something new tonight! Because obviously, he’s not a grown man yet. Swiftly I slammed into her with a powerful thrust of my hips!
“AAAAH!” she cried out. She loved it when I fucked her hard and fast! Most women do want to be pounded sometimes. Some niggas are always trying so hard to make love, when all she really wanted was to be fucked! The sound of my thighs smacking against her ass sounded off repeatedly! Pow! Pow! Pow! Pow! Pow! “Oh shit! Fuck me babbbyyyyyy….!!!” Monique screamed with passion, as I buckled down and dug up in her pussy like I was searching for spare change! Pussy juice continuously splashed out onto my thighs, as I felt my second nut, rumbling its way to the surface! Standing back up straight I gripped her hips even tighter, and punished her pussy in true porno style fashion! “Oh shit! Uhhhh! Uhhhh!” Monique looked back at me and I could feel her starting to tremble. I knew she was only seconds away from cumming. Whop! Whop! Whop! Whop! “AAAAGH!” Monique screamed in a voice that sounded inhuman, as she came in gushes and waves! “Oh baby! Oh shit!” She panted out of breath. My second nut came right behind hers, and soon we both lay spent on the couch. Naked and sweating like runaway slaves! Monique smiled, threw arms around my neck and kissed me full on the lips. “Now you can leave. Don’t forget to tell her I already got the good stuff.” She smiled even harder. Damn. Yeah, she knew me too well.
Chapter 43 “Warm Vanilla Sugar”
Monique dropped me off at Buddy’s Garage, where I picked up the 1984 Plymouth Reliant, that I’d just had a new transmission put in so that we’d still have two cars. I’d bought the car for three hundred dollars and an eight ball of crack, about 6 months before I went to prison. Finally, I called my lady lawyer, whom was indeed mad as a motherfucker, but chose not to trip when she saw I wasn’t in the mood. She didn’t need to know the details of my tardiness. Her dick was on the way. It was eight-thirty. I told her that I’d be there by ten. Just before hitting the highway, I hurried over to the Holloway Street ABC store for a fifth of Alize and a pint of Hennessey. Some Thug Passion along with the Grand Daddy Kush I had with me, were just the right ingredients I needed to beat Lauryn’s pussy into submission! My first and second nut had already been taken outta the equation by Monique. Yeah, trouble was coming to town! I owed Lauryn some serious long dicking. She’d earned that much. I was currently sitting on about eighty- one thousand. Seventy of that was for the building. My house payment of twenty- six hundred dollars was due in three days. Monique got paid from Duke Medical every other Thursday. I continued, as always, to pay all of our bills. I’ve always paid my own way. It’s the only way I know. Without a doubt, I know I’d feel like the lamest nigga in the world, if I EVER, had to ask my woman to pay the rent. Yeah, I know I’d be broke for a few months, but fuck it. Once I got out there and got my spot jumpin, the payoff was inevitable. “Annie Pearls,” named after my grandmother, was coming to the Bull City, just off Avondale Drive. One thing I’d lucked up on was that my DJ and sound man “DJ Flash Diddy” was a junior high school rap crew member of mine. He was down with me win or lose. DJ Flash Diddy AKA Daniel Duffett was just smart and brave enough, to know that if anybody could pull this shit off and blow it up, it would be me. I still had to find somebody to obtain a liquor license. As a felon in North Carolina, I couldn’t get one in my name. Security was going to be needed. With at least one paid Durham P.O. officer. As long as niggas know the police are on the premises, even if they’re only sitting in the parking lot reading the newspaper, they’ll still act like they got some sense. Keep in mind we are talking about the heroin and murder capital of North Carolina so I know aint shit never promised, but with the cops in the parking lot I’ll be seriously reducing my chances of having somebody get killed on the premises. I needed promotion. Promotion is the key to anything in entertainment. The costs were stacking up in my mind. Yep. I need Lauryn to pay for some dick tonight. A good fuck; and a few mind-blowing orgasms, were known to make her pocketbook fall open. I lit my Dutch and turned onto Highway 85. It was time to go sell some dick.
Forty minutes later I pulled into the parking lot of the Holiday Inn Express, just inside Sanford, N.C. I spotted Lauryn immediately. I saw she was driving her cocaine white Mercedes 600 tonight. I whipped around and pulled up next to her at the front of the hotel. “You got the room already?” I asked her.
“Room 416. Go park and meet me up there.”
“Aight.”
“Don’t get scared on me now.” She shot me her little slick remark before smiling devilishly and taking off to park. I was feeling the weed and the Henny that I’d been sipping already, and little did she know, my dick already had a heartbeat of its own, as I backed into a parking space and called Monique. The source of my sudden “Brick Dick,” was the sight of my snow bunny walking back to her Benz to retrieve something from her trunk. True to my request, Lauryn had worn the tiniest tennis skirt allowed by decency. Her vanilla sugar thighs spilled healthily from underneath. The thong flip flops she wore, stirred something inside me. Damn I couldn’t wait to torture that pink puss…
“Hello!”
Oh shit! Monique’s voice snapped me outta my X-rated daydream. “What’s up baby?” I made sure to speak calmly.
“Nothing. About to go get me some shrimp from Select Seafood. Why? What’s up wit you pretty boy? I said hello three times.”
“Just checking on you. You my wife, aint you?”|
“You better know it.”
“Shit about to get better for us shorty. You know that, don’t you?”
“I know you doing what’s right. I know you aint no angel, but nobody has been since Jesus. Baby?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m proud of you.” The words she spoke gave me confidence in my success.
“Aight then chic, I’ll hit you up later.”
“When you coming home?”
“Probably tomorrow.”
“Oh, okay. Don’t forget to tell her what I said. I love you baby.” Monique answered rapidly, then hung up without allowing me a response. Damn.
Stepping into room 416, my eyes locked in on Lauryn. She was standing in front of the television, but now clad only in her miniskirt and thong flip flops. Her sinister smile was broad, as she walked over to me nipples first. “Damn you’ve got some of the prettiest titties I’ve ever seen.”
“Thank you.�
�� Lauryn basked in my compliment. “And look Teddy. I got my toes done just like you like em. Candy Apple Red”. She held her foot up for my inspection, then wiggled her toes happily. They looked delicious.
“What happed to the stilettos I asked for?”
“I wore the flip flops cause I’m your hood chic tonight. You can still see my toes without me taking em off baby.” She licked her lips seductively.
“Oh, is that right?” I grinned unbuckling my belt.
“Yeah that’s right. And you talking too much. I talk for a living. This is my playtime,” she spat in her hand then reached out to stroke my magic stick. Her warm moist lips were all over my chest.
“Slow down ma, we got all night.”
“Teddy, you know I got court in the morning.” Lauryn whined. I threw off my jeans and stood naked and erect in front of her. Without another word, she ran to get her cell phone. Laying back on the bed, I rolled a Dutch and mixed us a drink of Thug Passion. “Teddy, can I just be late?” Lauryn asked as she ran back to the bed with her phone cradled next to her ear.
“No. Put it off for a day. This is gonna take all night.”
Exactly four minutes later, she was walking back to me naked except her yellow thong flip flops. “Uh, Uh, Uh. You are one sexy brown man.” She inspected me from head to toe, after taking the blunt of Granddaddy Kush and pulling deep twice. She wasn’t a real smoker. She only smoked with me, when she knew she wanted her back blowed out. I knew her semi-virgin lungs wouldn’t be able to conquer that GD Kush as she exploded into a coughing fit before reaching for the Alize and Hennessey that I’d already mixed for her. She drained the cup in three swallows. The weed and the liquor were already taking their effect on me, and my third nutt of the day was calling my name.
“Lay down.” I stood and pushed Lauryn towards the edge of the bed.
