by Cairo
“Umm, what are you doing here?” I ask, trying to mask my nervousness as I walk over and give him a quick kiss.
“I came to see my woman,” he says, pulling me into him. “Why, I need a reason to come through?”
“Not at all. I’m surprised. That’s all.”
“Yo, let me talk to you for a minute,” he says, taking me by the arm. “Yo, Stax, I’ll be ready to roll in a minute.”
“No doubt, playa,” he says. “Do you.”
Jaspers leads me to my office. All eyes are on him as we walk past the stylists’ stations. A few of the girls speak. He acknowledges them with a nod. As soon as we get inside the office, he shuts the door behind us, then locks it. He’s all over me.
“Yo, what’s good wit’ ya sexy-ass? I came through for some quick pussy.”
OhmyGod, is this nigga crazy? I have glass and shit all over the place. The last thing on my mind is fucking. However, I already know if I don’t give him a taste there’s going to be problems. And it’ll end up with him asking me a bunch of questions that I can’t answer honestly. Beefing with him today is definitely not what I need.
I reluctantly give in as he pulls me into him and starts kissing me and cupping my ass with both hands. He slips his tongue into my mouth, and we go at it until we’ve both gotten ourselves worked up. I’m stroking his dick, squeezing the thick bulge in his sweats as he kisses my neck, then tweaks my nipples, massages my titties. Slowly my pussy starts percolating in anticipation for what’s to come. I forget about the phone call earlier, the fliers, and the smashed out window. I block out the nigga’s threats, blank out the nigga telling me to suck his dick. Nothing else matters, but feeling my man’s dick deep inside of me. I squat down and yank his sweats down around his ankles before unleashing his beautiful black dick from out of his boxer briefs. I wrap my lips around the head of his dick, then slowly take him all the way to the back of my throat. I breathe through my nose, then swallow him past my tonsils until I have my nose buried in his pubic hairs.
He moans as I make soft humming noises while slurping him. “Oh shiiiiit…” I suck him nonstop without coming up for air, causing his knees to buckle. “Oh, fuck, baby…Gotdamn, your mouth feels like a pussy…this shit is so hot and wet…” He thrusts his hips, holding the back of my neck.
Bitch, suck my dick! You sucking this dick? Bitch, suck my dick! Suck my dick! You sucking this dick? I shut my eyes. Try to concentrate on getting Jasper off. Try to get these voices from out of my head. Spit drips down my chin as I continue rapidly bobbing my head back and forth, gulping his dick.
“Let me get in that pussy,” he says, reaching for me to stand up. I pull his dick out of my throat. “Damn, girl, you got my head all fucked up. C’mon, take them drawers off.” I’m glad I am wearing a skirt today, which makes it easier to remove my panties for him. He grabs them from me and sniffs them. “Yo, you got these panties nice ’n wet wit’ that gushy shit, baby. Bend over ya desk and let me eat that shit from the back.”
I do what I am told, forgetting that we are in my office and there are clients and staff on the other side of the door. He darts his tongue in and out of the back of my pussy, teasing my clit with his finger. He pulls open my ass cheeks and buries his face deep in the crack of my ass while he tongue drills me.
“Put your dick in me,” I beg in a whisper, winding my hips. Bitch, suck my dick! I need him to fuck my mind clear. You sucking this dick? “Fuck me, baby.” He gets up and slowly slides his thick shaft in me until he has every inch of himself deep inside of me. Jasper takes long, steady, purposeful strokes—making sure he hits every angle possible. He hits my G-spot, causing a wave of pleasure to wash over me. “Oooh, aaaah…oh, yes…right there, baby…mmmm…this dick feels so good…” Jasper pumps harder and harder until we both let out low, guttural moans as we climax.
Twenty minutes later, we waltz out of my office like nothing ever happened, holding hands. Stax is sitting at my workstation talking to Shuwanda, Felecia, and a few patrons. They all seem to be hanging onto his every word like a bunch of lovestruck groupies. I shake my head, grinning.
“Yo, Stax, you ready to roll out?”
“Yeah, let’s roll,” he says, getting up. He looks over at me, smirking. “Yo, Pash, be easy, ma.”
“You, too,” I say, letting go of his hand. He grabs it back, then pulls me into him, kissing me in front of everyone. He and Stax say their goodbyes. And every bitch in the shop says goodbye back, ogling them as they walk out the door.
I am relieved to see the window repair truck pulling up outside. I make my way to the front of the salon to meet them. It’s then that I realize that I don’t have on my panties. Damn it, I think, shaking my head, Jasper’s nasty ass took them with him.
Two days later, I am picking Jasper up at the same spot for another “job search.” He has me sitting out in this fucking parking lot for almost forty minutes before he finally gets to the car. “Aye, yo,” he says, getting into the car and shutting the door. “Sorry you had to wait so long. Them muhfuckas up in there be on some real extra shit, word up. They had some bullshit-ass inspection, then I had to wait for my counselor to give me my pass. This bitch be on some extra shit, too. I can’t wait to get the fuck up outta there.”
I bite my bottom lip. Keep my mouth shut and let him rant on until I get sick of hearing it. “Where are we going?” I ask, changing the subject.
He glances at his watch. It’s going on ten in the morning. “Let’s go to the crib. I wanna stretch out in our bed.”
“Don’t you need to find a job?”
“Fuck that shit. I got my man hookin’ me up wit’ a connect so I’m good.”
I raise my brow, cutting my eye over at him. “What kind of connect?” I ask with a tinge of skepticism in my tone.
“Him and his peoples have a detail shop on twenty-two. He’s gonna put me on the payroll.”
“Where’s this shop at?”
“In Hillside. Why?”
Now, I’m far from naïve. I know what time it is with Jasper and his paper. But there’s an idealistic part of me, hoping that he’s done with the game. Unfortunately, he’s not the type of nigga who’ll ever be content working for minimum wage. So asking him what his intentions are is not only a moot point, it’s a stupid one. Still, I ask. “And what will you be doing there?”
“Detailing,” he huffs, reclining his seat all the way back. “What else you think I’ma be doing?”
I laugh, shifting my eyes back on the road ahead of me. “I don’t know. You tell me.”
“Aye, yo. Don’t start ya shit, aiight? I got this.”
“Yeah, okay, whatever you say, baby.” I glance over at him, laughing and shaking my head. “You detailing cars, picture that.”
He smirks. “Yeah, aiight. Get ya laugh on. But I’ma be detailin’ that ass in a minute. Let’s see how much laughin’ you do then.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” I tease. “Promises, promises. Don’t talk about it, be about it.”
“Yeah, aiight. Front if you want. You already know what it is. I’ma beat that shit down.”
Against my will, my pussy twitches. I grin, pressing down on the pedal, hitting seventy, zigzagging my way through traffic to get home.
Ten minutes later, I’m pulling up into my driveway, shutting off the engine. I can tell Jasper’s dick is already hard, the way he keeps fanning his legs open and shut, then grabbing at his shit. The nigga’s had this pussy on his brain, and I’ve had his hard dick on mine, the whole ride. I already know the first nut is gonna be a quick one. But, after that, it’ll be on and popping. His sexy, thuggish ass keeps me turned on. My pussy is so wet for him.
As soon as we step through the house and shut the door, we are all over each other. I’m grabbing his dick. He’s palming my ass. Soon we begin kissing, and it doesn’t take long before our wet tongues are doing a bump and grind of their own. Jasper’s hands roam all over my body, massaging my breasts, pinching my nipples, then traveling down between my
thighs. I dry hump on his hand, stroking his cock over his jeans. Before I know it, Jasper scoops me up in his arms and carries me upstairs to my…uh, I mean, our, bedroom, then lays me on the bed. He kicks off his AF Ones. Then off come his t-shirt, his jeans, and his boxers. Seeing him standing before me in his naked glory—rippled abs, chiseled chest, thick, shiny black dick—send a tingling sensation up my spine. I am instantly turned on. Already I can feel myself getting moist. This nigga is so damn fine! Next he removes my clothes, then tells me to assume the position on my knees. He wants to feed me his tongue, and his dick, doggie-style; one of my favorite positions.
I get on all fours, arch my back, then wait as he gets on his knees, pulls open my ass, then presses his face in between my cheeks. He kisses, licks, sucks and nibbles on my pussy, clit, and ass. He works me over. Takes me to the edge of an orgasm, then pulls me back. His tongue-lashing causes me to buck my hips, throw this ass up on his face. I ride his face; his tongue, as he darts his long tongue in and out of me. I am wet and ready and aching for what’s to come next.
I crane my neck, look at him over my shoulder. I reach for him, urge him to replace his tongue with his dick. I’m ready to be FUCKED. “Aaaah, Jasper…oooh, baby…fuck me, baby…Give me the dick…”
“Oh, you ready for this dick, hunh? You want me to bust this nut up in ya guts, baby?”
“Yes,” I pant, pumping and winding my hips. I reach back and pull open my ass. “Fuck me, baby…”
It doesn’t take much urging to get him to fill my pussy up with his meat. He stands behind me, places one palm down on the small of my back, then slides himself into me. I gasp. “Oh, shiiit…uhhh…”
Jasper keeps banging my magic spot, causing wave after wave of sparks to shoot through my body. I am shaking, but he doesn’t let up. He grabs me by the back of the head, pounds balls deep into me, talking mad shit that gets my snatch hotter and wetter with each stroke. “You got that bomb pussy, baby…ahh fuck, this shit is good…Uhh, fuck…mad tight pussy, baby…I own this muthafuckin’ shit right here…”
“Yes…oh, yesssssssss!” I moan, biting down on my hand as I am hit with another orgasm. My juices squirt out of me, splash up against his cock. Between the swishing sounds of my pussy juices and the rapid noises from his pelvis smacking into me and my ass slamming back onto his dick, I am completely lost in a trance. The pleasure Jasper is causing me is blinding. Ten minutes more and I feel the head of his dick expanding inside of me, alerting me he is about to shoot his hot load inside of me. He lets out a loud moan, gripping me extra tight around the waist as he plows his cock rapidly into me, filling me up to the rim with his cream. He pulls his dick out. I squeeze my pussy muscles to hold in his nut, then relax them to let some of it ooze out. I want so badly for him to eat the back of my pussy out with his cum dripping out, but he won’t ever consider doing no nasty shit like that. I keep my thought to myself. Still, the idea turns me on.
“Wheeeeew!” he exhales, wiping sweat from his forehead with his hand. He is still on his knees as I shift my body around to face him and take his slick, sticky dick into my mouth. I suck him until his dick thickens, again. I clean his cock and balls, licking and slurping and sucking up any remnants of his nut and my juices. When I finish tongue bathing his dick and balls, I tell him to lie back on the bed, then begin giving him the Deep Throat Special. If he only knew how horny sucking a dick gets me. He’d be trying to keep a muzzle on me. I block the notion out of my mind and concentrate on giving him the blow job of his life. “Aaaah, fuck…aaaah, shiiiiiiit…goddaaaaamn, ya head game is sick…”
I glance up at him. His face is all twisted up, his bottom lip is pulled in and his eyes are shut tight. I grin, then slip his balls into my mouth one by one. I roll my tongue around them, then stop.
“Damn, baby…why you stop?”
“Get on your knees. I wanna suck your dick from the back,” I tell him. He has me so fucking horny. I want to freak him in every way imaginable. He gets on his knees and I reach between his thighs and pull back his dick and balls, then begin licking the backside of his cock, the underside of the head, and his balls. He moans as my wet tongue slithers up along the crack of his ass, licking around his hole.
“Yo, what the fuck you doin’ back there?” he asks, panting. I tell him to shut up, to relax, and let me have my way with him. His body tenses as I begin licking his asshole, darting my tongue in and out of it. But, slowly he begins to relax as I am stroking his cock at the same time. Five minutes later, he is bucking his hips and moaning as he shoots a thick load out. Again, I suck him clean.
We lay in silence, listening to each other’s breathing. I’m not sure where his thoughts are. But mine have drifted back to the menacing phone calls, the fliers, the smashed car and shop windows, trying to figure out who this psycho on the loose is. Them pretty-ass lips…that’s all I thought about…you sucking this dick? I have got to find that nigga and get him under control before Jasper gets home for good. Maybe I should just go ’head and suck his damn dick and be done with it since that’s all he wants, I think, rubbing Jasper’s hand. He has it resting on my stomach. I am so fucking disgusted with the idea of some loon trying to disrupt my life. If I had a gun I’d blow his fucking balls off, then shoot him in his face for wreaking havoc in my life. Fucking bastard!
“Yo, what you thinkin’ ’bout?” Jasper asks, nudging me.
“You,” I say, looking back at him. I flash him an award-winning smile.
He grins. “Oh, word? What you thinkin’ ’bout?”
“About how much I love you, and how lucky I am to have you in my life.” Shame starts to creep in and I feel myself becoming emotional as I tell him this, because it’s true. I do love him with all of my heart. And I do feel blessed to have him as a part of my life. I only wish I could shake my demons. Find a way to rid myself of that motherfucker who has become a thorn in my side. My guilt begins to overwhelm me and I break down and start crying.
“Damn, baby. Why you cryin’? Wassup?”
“I-I’m…so…happy. And I love you…so much,” I sob uncontrollably.
“Damn, yo,” he says, pulling me closer into him. He holds me tighter. “I’m the one who’s a lucky muhfucka. You my world, baby. I’m in this ’til we die, baby, real talk. And that’s my word. You hear me?” I nod, feeling his dick harden. “Good. Now, let me get some more of this good pussy before we gotta bounce.” He lifts my left leg up, slides himself into the back of my pussy, then fucks me in long, deep strokes until he busts another nut in me.
TWENTY-ONE
“Aye, yo, what nigga’s ass you been lickin’?”
I frown, looking over at the digital clock. 12:22 A.M. I don’t believe this shit, I think, rolling my eyes up in my head. He has a cell phone—along with practically everyone else in the building—that he keeps hidden up in the ceiling of the halfway house because it’s considered contraband. Now he calls me around the damn clock, checking for me. “Jasper, what in the hell are you talking about?”
“Don’t think I didn’t peep how you licked my asshole while you were suckin’ my nuts the last two times we were together.”
“OhmyGod, nigga,” I snap, sitting up in bed. “You fucking mean to tell me you’re waking me up in the middle of the night to ask me about some shit I did to you almost two weeks ago? You have got to be kidding me.”
“Nah, I ain’t kiddin’ shit. I wanna know what’s really good wit’ you. Since when you start lickin’ assholes?”
“Nigga, what’s good is: I sucked your dick. Sucked your balls, then felt the urge to lick around my man’s asshole. Maybe, I wanted to try something different. Shit, you damn sure didn’t seem to take issue with it while I was doing it, nigga. So what’s the problem now?”
“The problem is I wanna know since when you start lickin’ a muhfucka in his ass? All the years we been together you ain’t never done no shit like that. Now, all of a sudden, you on some new type shit.”
My mouth drops open. The nerve of this mo
therfucker. I literally feel myself about to blow a gasket. “New type shit?” I ask incredulously. “Are you fucking serious? Nigga, I haven’t been with my man sexually in almost five years. A bitch was horny, and fucking turned on that I finally had my man stripped down in bed with his hard-ass dick hovering over my face and the only thing your ungrateful, paranoid ass is thinking about is whose asshole I’ve been licking. Newsflash, nigga: The only ass I’ve ever licked is yours. I tried something new. And guess what, motherfucker? I liked it. No, cross that. I loved it, nigga! That’s why I did it twice! So get the fuck over yourself.”
“Aye, yo, don’t try ’n come at me all crazy ’n shit. I only asked you a simple question.”
“No, nigga. It was a crazy-ass question; that’s what it was.”
He huffs. “Whatever, yo.”
“Whatever nothing,” I snap, pausing so I can get my thoughts in check before I say some shit I don’t really mean. But, this nigga done got me riled up with this dumb shit. “Well, since you’re into asking simple questions, answer me this, nigga: Did you like it? ’Cause the way you had your ass tooted up I’d say you were enjoying it a little too much. So maybe I should be asking you who you’ve had licking your hole while—”
“Aye, yo,” he snaps back, cutting me off, “don’t fuckin’ play me, yo. Ain’t nothin’ pussy ’bout me, yo.”
“How I know?” I ask, deciding to fuck with him some more.
“Yeah, aiight, Pasha. Don’t get beat the fuck up, yo.”
“Whatever, Jasper,” I say, hanging up on him. Two minutes later, he’s calling back. When I don’t answer the house phone, he starts calling my cell, then house line again. “Yes?”
“Aye, yo. Why you gotta play?”
“I’m not playing. Why you always gotta start your bullshit? I mean, damn. Why can’t you enjoy the moments we share without turning them into a buncha extra shit?”
