by AP Jermaine
“Hello?”
“What’s good?”
“Damn. I didn’t think you was gone call.” I could hear the excitement in Dania’s voice.
“What’s the address?”
“Oh. It’s 2116 Sprucewood Drive. But park down the street okay? My baby daddy sister stays next door. I know she sleep though. She keeping my son. I’m bout to go open the back-door okay. You coming for real?”
“I’m on the way now.”
“Okay.”
“Ay?”
“Huh?”
“What you got on?”
“A t-shirt and some thongs.”
“Take em off. Be naked when I get there.”
“OOOH, Yes sir.” I could hear the slurring in Dania’s speech, and I knew she was ripped just like me. It’s hard to bust a nut when I’m fucked up like this. And that’s good. I wanted her pussy so sore when I left her, that she wouldn’t be able sit down. Dania was another long haired thick redbone. Her ass wasn’t superphat, but she was small framed which gave her that apple bottom look. She didn’t really have much breasts. It looked like they were all nipple, which was fine with me because I don’t give a damn about no titties no way. That’s for the white boys. I’d already peeped her toes when she sat down at the table in the club and took off her Prada heels to massage her tired feet. They were on point. If I had to try and compare her look to somebodies, it wouldn’t be farfetched for me to say that she might put you in the mind of Alicia Keys. Just short, with a rounder ass. No offense Alicia baby. You straight just the way you are. She wasn’t a dime but she was a strong 9 ½. Cookie is a dime! I’m taking the half away from Dania because she’s living with a snitch. I made it to Sprucewood Drive in about 15 minutes. Thank God, I didn’t get stopped, because there’s no way in the hell I could pass anybody’s sobriety test, and I
was ready to fuck! Popping the hood as I hopped out, I reached down beside the engine and retrieved my burner. Wouldn’t wanna get caught up in the next nigga crib with his girl bent over screaming for holy heaven, while you stretching her pussy out like a rubber band! Not without your ratchet. No matter how soft he may be, niggas can get real emotional behind some pussy. Especially some he thinks is his exclusively. Two minutes later, I stumbled my drunk ass through her back door, and was met instantly by a butt naked Dania. I only had a millisecond to take in the tattoo of a rose vine, going from her ankle, up her calf, and around her thigh to her closely shaven pussy; before Dania threw her arms around my neck, and plunged her tongue into my mouth! I had to be drunk as shit because usually I don’t play a lotta kissing. But tonight, I went with it. And tongued her red ass down. Quicker than you can say, “suck this dick,” she was on her knees, unbuttoning my pants, and yanking down my zipper to release my rock - hard erection! “OOH Goddamn!” she squealed when my dick sprang out like a jack in the box, smacking her on the side of her face! “Oh shit! I knew it!” Dania panted, shoving me back against the refrigerator and sliding half of my brick stiff wood into her mouth! “MMMMMMM!” she moaned around my thickness before pulling my dick out, spitting on the head, then slapping it back in her mouth again! Dania was a headmaster! She sucked, slurped, and pulled like a crackhead wanting to hurry up and receive her rock! Damn she can suck a mean dick! I thought to myself, as I reached out and buried my fingers into a handful of her soft black hair. She was sucking so hard and determined, that my back kept slamming into the refrigerator knocking cereal boxes, and everything else onto the floor! Even as drunk as I was, I knew if she kept this up I was gonna spray! Fuck it. I didn’t try to stop her. It would only be the first nut, and then it would be outta the way. I looked down and she was fingering herself as she sucked! And that shit sent me over the edge! I tightened my grip on her hair and throat!
“AHGGGGGG!” My knees trembled when she continuously sucked on the head as I came! She acted like she wanted to keep sucking, but I put my hand on her shoulder and pushed her back. She stayed on her knees, staring at my dick while licking her lips as if the load she’d just drank wasn’t enough. Whew! Shit! I see how baby daddy fell in love! With head like that, a regular nigga didn’t stand a chance! In one swift motion, I kicked outta my True Religion Jeans, then bent down to pick up my ratchet that had fallen heavily to the floor as soon as Dania had yanked down my pants. Dania never broke stride as if she hadn’t even noticed. A true gangsta bitch. Finally, she stood up, took one look at my still Hennessey hard pipe, wrapped as much of her hand around it as she could, and led me to the back by my dick! As soon as we got into the bedroom, the first thing that caught my eye, was a near life sized picture of her and her baby father hanging up on the wall. Yeah watch me perform on your boo nigga. I smiled to myself.
“What you looking at?” Dania asked as she stared up at me while massaging my balls.
“You.” I returned her smile.
“I knew all them bitches won’t telling the same lie,” she grinned as she pushed me down on the bed, laid across my lap, bottoms up, placed my hand on her ass, and looked up at me expectantly. I knew she could feel my stiff dick pushing into her stomach. But fuck it. She must like it, I thought as I placed one hand on her back to hold her in place, then started spanking that red ass with a fury! Pow! Pow! Pow! Pow! Pow! Pow! Pow! “Ehhhhhh!” Dania looked back at me while squirming around in my lap!
“That hurt?”
“Yessss!”
“You want me to stop?”
“Noooo….!” Pow! Pow Pow! Pow! Pow! “Ooooooh!” I slid two fingers in her now dripping wet pussy, then stuck them in her mouth for her to lick off her own juices. She licked my fingers clean, and playtime was officially over. Sliding her off my lap, I stood up with my dick standing at attention. She was rubbing the sting outta her ass cheeks, as she rolled over and stared up at me. For the first time, I paused to look at her titties. And just as I’d thought, they were the size of sugar plums and almost nothing but stiff, dark black nipple.
“Go get them rubbers outta my pants.” I ordered her.
“Do we gotta?” Dania whined, as she reached out pulling on my dick. I knew what she wanted. She wanted this dick raw tonight. And fuck it. I was just drunk enough to give it to her. Yanking her to her feet, I pushed her over, kneeled down, and gave her pussy a long lick from behind! “Ohhh Fuck!” she yelled out as I whipped my tongue back and forth across her clit. Standing to reach over her, I grabbed one of her pillows and handed it to her.
“Here. Bite down on this before you wake your sister in law up.”
Readily she bent back over and buried her face into the pillow as I fell back to my knees, yanked her ass cheeks apart and licked her from pussy to asshole.
“Mmmm! Mmphh! Mmmmm! Mmphhhh!” She screamed into the pillow as I tongue fucked her pussy hole! Reaching between her legs I squeezed her stiff dark nipple while sucking on her clit. She came so hard it felt like she was having a seizure! “Mmmmm! Mmmmm! Mmm!” her body shook convulsively before finally going limp! I layed my stomach lay flat against her back, and slammed my dick into her soaking wet slit! “Oh shit!” She yelled out, temporarily forgetting about her sister and law, her son, and anything else! Her pussy was hot and tight. Either she’d recently treated herself to a hot, vinegar and water bath, or she simply was not used to dealing with some wood of my size. Probably a little of both. Bending my knees, I planted my feet firmly on the floor, grabbed onto her small waist and beat her guts up like I’d lost my mind! For all my niggas that ever got snitched on. “Oh shit, you gotta big dick!” She tried to bite down on the pillow, but every time I struck bottom, she came up off of it! For forty - five minutes I punished her from the back! She was so weak and hurt, that she was now no more than a ragdoll that I was tossing back and forth off my dick! I couldn’t bust to save my life! I eased up and she thought I was finished. I was dripping sweat like a runaway slave, while she struggled to regain her composure. “Oh god! Oh shit! Thank god!” She panted out of breath. When I rolled her onto her back and threw her legs over my shoulders, her e
yes got big as dinner plates! Wham! Wham! Wham! Wham! I slammed my dick into her tight pussy without mercy! Wham! Wham! Wham! “Oh! Oh! Please! Please!” Wham! Wham! Wham! Her pleas fell on deaf ears! Just as I finally growled out and shot my hot sperm deep inside her, I looked down and saw she was bleeding! I snatched out instantly!
“Ay yo, you bleeding!” I told her and backed away so she could get up. She reached between her legs, saw the blood and dived off the bed!
“Oh shit Banks! You knocked my period on!” Dania said as she took off into the bathroom. She reached her hand out and handed me a warm wet rag. I washed myself down good, then looked in the closet and used D-man’s Louis Vutton button down to dry off my dick and balls. Five minutes later Dania limped back into the room. “Banks I’m mad at you.” She whined playfully.
“What’s wrong?” I asked as I laid back and pulled my blunt.
“My period aint on!”
“It’s not?”
“No boy! You hurt me!” She hit me on the leg playfully.
“Oh shit. My bad.”
“My pussy, my stomach, everything inside me sore! You done tore the lining outta my coochie!” She punched my leg again.
“Damn. I’m sorry sweets.” She missed the smirk I had briefly.
“It’s okay. But you know you gotta tear me up all the time now don’t you,” Dania smiled and jumped on the bed beside me.
“Is that right,” I passed her the blunt.
“Yep. I mean you aint got to worry bout me being no bug-a-boo or nothing. But damn you a beast! Just beat it up for me about every two weeks. That way I won’t go downtown and press charges on you for assaulting my coochie. Both of us laughed at that one. “You can keep a secret, can’t you?”
“What secret? I ain’t no snitch like your man.”
“Ah, ah,” she punched me in the arm as I took the blunt back.
“Ah ah my ass. You already know.”
“Yeah, I know. But I aint got shit to do wit that. I can’t help who I got a baby by.
“I know, I know. But that’s why I’m gone keep beating your pussy up.”
“For real? That’s right then boo. Make him pay.” We both laughed like hell again. “Don’t try and cut me off when Cookie give you some neither.” Dania poked her lips out.
|“What make you think she gone give me some?”
“Oh, she is.” Dania stated matter of fact. “You know miss goody two shoes aint never been with but three dudes. And you gone be her fourth.”
“Oh yeah? What make you so sure?”
“Because she told us.”
“Told who?”
“Me and Cocoa.”
“What did she say?”
“She said, I’m gone give Banks some of this pussy. Yep. Shocked the shit outta me, and Cocoa, because she never talks like that. She was drunk tonight though and you know how drunk lips is. She said she had a crush on you in fourth or fifth grade or something like that, but you picked some other girl over her. But fuck all that. Like I said, don’t try and cut me off when she gives you some.”
“Don’t worry sweets. I got you.” Damn. I thought to myself. I should have asked Cookie first.
“So, what you gone do about that lame nigga Shell?” Dania asked kissing on my neck.
“Oh, don’t worry. His time coming. Like I said earlier. Some motherfuckers don’t know how to leave well enough alone.’
“Just don’t get in no trouble behind him. He aint worth it. I need you out here wit me.” Dania grinned like a fool.
“Don’t worry. “Real” bad boys move in silence.”
Chapter 70 “Feeling It”
The strong smell of weed, alcohol, cigarette smoke, and fucking, invaded Shell’s nostrils as he stepped into the house being led by the sounds of squeaking bed springs and a man’s lustful grunts of sex. Standing now at the bedroom door, the sight of Creams sweaty black ass pumping in and out, with a pair of skinny brown legs thrown over his shoulder, only served to infuriate him! Casually pulling his .45 Smith & Weston from his waistband, Shell fired off a thunderous round into the trap house floor! BOOM!!!
“AHHHHHH!” Cream dived off the bed onto the floor as he and the young girl screamed out in terror at the same time! Stumbling clumsily outta the bathroom came Flame, pistol in one hand, holding his pants up with the other.
“Nigga what the fuck you think you doing! What the fuck is this bitch doing in here, and where is my goddam money!” Shell walked further into the room, pistol still in hand, with rage and fury exploding out of his blood red eyes!
“Bru it’s been slow! Aint no money coming!” Cream held his hand up in front of him, naked with unconcealed fear in his eyes as he stared up at the large pistol. He’d been shot enough times to know that he didn’t wanna get shot with a gun as big as the one Shell was holding. The girl on the bed shook uncontrollably with fright and uncertainty written all over her young face.
“It’s been slow? Nigga I left you two hundred bundles last night! How many did you get off!”
“Well bru it’ been slow and…”
“How many motherfucker!” Shell pointed the gun at Cream’s genitals.
“Twelve bru! I sold twelve bundles! They don’t want the dope we got! They want Black Magic! That nigga Lake got Black Magic right around the corner. That’s where all the money going bru!” Creams voice trembled, as the young female pulled the covers up to her chin, both watching the fury in Shell’s eyes along with the gun in his hand. Shell knew who Lake was. The nigga was a highly - ranked Blood, who always had a crew of niggas around him. To go at him would be like committing suicide.
“He’s right my nigga.” Flame tried to help plead Cream’s case. “That’s why I’m over here now. That nigga Chief got the projects sewed up right now with that same shit. I stayed out there all night and only sold fourteen bundles. It looks like I’m gone have to wait for that nigga to run out before I can really do my thing. Shit, bru, you might as well get you some of that jumpoff right there. The pussy got a lil twang to it, but it’s good. She got some smoking head too. Me and Cream been fucking her all morning. I slipped two Ex pills up her ass and the bitch can’t get enough!”
“Nigga fuck that!” Shell looked at Flame like he was speaking Chinese. “I owe my peoples a hundred bands and yall niggas over here bullshitting! If they aint coming to the trap, then get out there and go to them! If yall can’t move this work, then what the fuck I need yall for! Huh! Nigga get up and put yo fucking clothes on before I murder yo ass in here! And this bitch!” Shell stomped across the room, grabbed the terrified girl by the arm and drug her outta the bed kicking and screaming!
“EHHH! PLEASE! DON’T HURT ME!” the girl screamed petrified!
“Shut up bitch!” Shell screamed as he dragged her across the living room, snatched open the front door, and slung her tumbling down the dirt and rock hill, naked as the day she was born! Slamming the door behind her, stomping once again to the back, Shell continued his tirade. “Yall need to get the fuck out there and move this work! Not now, but right now! If the dope is moving slow, we got coke too! Move that! If the money aint coming to you then you go to the money motherfuckers!”
“Just chill bru I got you.” Flame gave Shell dap, threw on his flight jacket and headed out the door behind Cream. As soon as he was sure they were gone, Shell reached into his pocket, pulled out a bag of “Black Magic,” and took two healthy snorts, before nodding out on the living room floor.
Chapter 71 “Two Faces”
“Daaaamnn! Check that joint out son.” Miko tapped Azar on the arm as the Bentley Azure Mulliner Coupe with suicide doors, pulled to a stop just a few feet away from the Maserati they sat in.
“Yeah that shit aigh’t.” Azar tried to downplay the sheekness of the $376,000 whip with the New York plates. But what he, nor his man could downplay, was the 15 - cent piece with the hourglass figure, dressed in the skintight BCBG body suit, Jimmy Choo heels, and Prada Frames that stepped out the passenger door, stretched, and glid
ed into the store.
“Goddamn! You see that bru? I guess she was just aigh’t too huh?” Miko looked at Azar for his reply.
“Hell, fuck no! Damn! That bitch bad looking like a bag of money!”
The driver side door of the Bentley swung open, and as soon as the driver slid from behind the wheel, the ice he wore on his neck and wrist sent motherfuckers ducking for cover! “Goddamn look at that ice that nigga rockin!” Miko watched stunned.
The car wash was packed that day, and as soon as the chics caught a glimpse of the car and driver, it was just like Bernie Mac had pressed the alarm in Players Club, signaling that there was “money in the house,” cause the bitches came running!
“Look at Tee Tee. Bitch always trying to play high post. Now soon as she sees a nigga pull up in a big boy whip, wit some out of town plates and some ice on, she breaks her fucking high heel running over to the nigga! Her and Sooki. Look at them stupid bitches. Don’t know that nigga from a can of paint, but grinning like they won the fuckin lottery. Won’t give a nigga from around here no pussy, but ready to suck his dick right here in the parking lot. Simple ass tricks.” Azar player hated from the sideline.
“Here come old girl! Damn that’s a bad motherfucker aint it bru?” Miko’s mouth hung open with lust.
