Daddy Long Stroke (24 page)

Tamera sends another text.
So, what's good wit' u, nigga?

This nut in ya throat
, I reply.

He laughs. “Man, listen, them hoes is fiyah, nigga. I'm tryna get this dick wet, feel me.”

I frown. What the fuck! A nigga like me might get into a lotta things, but payin' to get my dick wet ain't one of 'em. I don't give a fuck how horny a muhfucka gets. I'll beat my shit first, real talk, before I dig in my muthafuckin' pockets to lace a bitch for some pussy or some muthafuckin' head. But if that's a nigga's shit, then do what ya do. I just ain't that dude.”

“Ya'll niggas go 'head. I'ma sit this one out.”

“Yo, muhfucka, ya ass is corny as hell.”

“Whatever, nigga,” I say, gettin' up and walkin' back into the kitchen. “I'll be corny, but I bet you I won't be trickin' my paper up on no ass. I'll leave that shit for you whack-ass cats who don't know howta game a bitch up offa her ends.”

He laughs. “Yo, you'se a funny nigga, word up.”

Moms and Pops are sittin' at the table. She's drinkin' a can of ginger ale watchin' him shove a forkful of food into his mouth. “Funny, hell. I'm keepin' shit real. Yo' dawg, hol' up…”

“Aiight,” he says.

“Aiight, ya'll I'm out.” I walk over to the table, then lean down and kiss Moms on the forehead.

She smiles. “You remember what I said.”

“I got you, Ma.”

“Mmm-hmm,” she says, smirkin'. “Whatchu got is a hard-ass head.”

I laugh at her. “And you love me to death, too.”

She waves me on, rollin' her eyes. “Get on up outta here with that.”

I look over at Pops. “Aiight, playboy, don't be out all night.”

“Stay outta grown folk business,” he says, wipin' his mouth wit' a napkin.

I laugh. “Yeah, yeah, yeah.” Mom shakes her head, chucklin'. I give Pops a pound, then bounce. On my way out the door, I continue my convo wit' my boy. “Yo, sorry 'bout that, man.”

“Nah, don't sweat it. So, what's good wit' ya peoples? They gettin' back together?”

“Man, listen…the hell if I know. Right now they just breakin' each other off, feel me?” I hop in my whip, then head toward the parkway.

He laughs. “I hear you. Oh, check it. I got the rooms for All-Star Weekend.”

“Aiight, that's wassup. Where?”

“The W in Scottsdale. Looks like most of the shit's gonna be poppin' off 'round that area.”

“Yo, how many muhfuckas you packin' in a room? 'Cause you know I ain't beat to be in a room wit' a buncha niggas.”

He laughs. “Nigga, shut ya ass up. If you listen, I said
rooms
, plural as in more than one. So obviously, I got ya stinkin' ass ya own shit. Gee and Ron are the only two muhfuckas sharin' a room. Them some cheap-ass niggas, word up.”

“That shit's on them,” I say, sparkin' the blunt in my ashtray. I take a pull. “All I know is I'm tryna snap a few spines while I'm out there, and I ain't tryna have shit block a nigga's flow. You smell me?”

“No doubt, son. I'm tryna get up into sumthin' my damn self. Awww, shit, sounds like you blazin'?”

“You know me,” I say, blowin' smoke out. “I'm tryna catch up
to you, muhfucka.” He laughs. I take another hit. “I just hope them bitches look good. 'Cause, on some real shit, the ones we saw down in New Orleans last year looked like pure cow shit. I think I mighta saw two, maybe three fly bitches that were on point from head to toe the whole time we were there—and that's stretchin' it. The rest of them fake-ass, wannabe divas were weave-wearin' dragons in cheap-ass skirts 'n heels.”

He laughs. I blow out more smoke. “Yeah, but a lotta them hoes had some fat asses.”

“Fuck a fat ass. Them raggedy-ass booga bears looked broke as hell. If I'ma fuck a dog-faced ho, then the bitch gonna haveta look like she's holdin' some paper, feel me? You saw some of that outdated shit they were rockin'.”

“Yo, son. You gotta remember where we were. Most of them heads were from Florida, Mississippi, Texas and other parts of the Dirty South. They gotta different flava than us. And you know they kinda late on some shit.”

“Whatever, man. All I know is, oh-nine's All-Star better have some dimepieces there. I don't mind givin' a pretty bitch some free dick. But…man, listen, I'm sorry. My dick don't get hard for a broke
and
ugly ho…she's gonna need to pay to ride up and down on this pole.”

He starts laughin' hard. “Yo, nigga, I swear. You crack me the fuck up. Yo, but on some real shit, you can't front. The All-Star out in Vegas was fiyah.”

“Oh, no doubt…Vegas was on point. Now
that's
how a muthafuckin' All-Star's 'posed to be like, packed wit' a buncha fly-ass, ballin' bitches. Shit, even some of them white hoes were gettin' it in. I shoulda fucked the shit outta that white chick from Cali just for the hell of it while I was out there. That ho was cravin' for some of this chocolate dick. I woulda had her ass pawnin' her ice, and that shiny Benz she was pushin'.”

“Man, that broad was finer than a muhfucka, too. I still can't believe you've never fucked some white pussy. A lotta them are some real freaky bitches for some black dick. They'll let you do almost anything to 'em.”

“Nah, son, never had the urge. I don't give a fuck if she chews shit and eats cum for snack. My dick only responds to two colors, muhfucka: green money and black pussy.”

He laughs. “Nigga, you a fool.”

Speakin' of good, black pussy, I want some tonight. I decide to go to Pops' spot instead. If I'm tryna get this nut off, then it makes no sense to drive all the way down to the shore when e'eryone I fuck wit' is up this way. “Yo, you can laugh if you want, nigga, but I'm dead-ass.”

“Yeah, I know you are, muhfucka. That's why the shit's so damn funny.”

“Whatever. Aiight, listen…I'm done fuckin' wit' you for one night. I'm prowlin' tonight, so hit me up when you niggas are tryna get into sumthin' other than trickin' ya paper up.”

He laughs. “Then bounce, muhfucka.”

“I'm out.”

“Aiight, then…one.” We disconnect. I scroll through my address book, then press the call button.

“Hello?”

“Yo, what's good, baby? You want this nut tonight?”

“What time you coming?”

“Now.”

“See you when you get here.”

“Aye, yo…”

“Yeah?”

“I'ma need to hold a few dollars, baby. You got me?”

She sucks her teeth.

Damn, this buck-tooth beaver suckin' her muthafuckin' gums
like a muhfucka's always hittin' her up for her paper. “Yo, if it's a problem, boo, let me know. 'Cause I can keep it movin'.”

“Did I say it was?”

“Nah, but you came off like it is, suckin' ya teeth 'n shit.”

She huffs. “How much you need?”

“Three hunnid,” I tell her. “So you got me?”

She sighs. “Yeah, I guess.”

“
You guess?
Whatchu mean? Either you do or you don't.”

“Yeah, nigga. I got you. But this is the last time.”

Yeah, yeah, yeah. That's what ya ass said the last time.
I grin. “That's what it is, baby. Have that pussy wet and ready for me.”
And ya money in ya hand
. I hang up, then spark another blunt. Yeah, big pimpin' ain't always easy, but someone's gotta do it. And it might as well be a muhfucka like me.

 20 

Man, listen, I'm tired as hell. Last night I ended up pullin' an all-nighter wit' Crystal's fat ass. This cute brown-skinned chick from Union I fuck on the low from time to time. She's a bit chunky, though, wit' a head like a Chow's—big. But she got some good pussy. And she swallows and hits a nigga up wit' paper—even when the ho don't want to, so you already know what time it was. I didn't leave up from outta her spot 'til almost four in the mornin'.

I close my eyes, replayin' the night in my head. I licked and kissed her skin startin' from her thick neck to her wide collar bone to her itty-bitty piggy tits, twirlin' my tongue 'round each nipple before nibblin' on 'em. She moaned. Then I planted a trail of kisses in the center of her chest down to her overflowin' gut and over her wide hips. The whole time I'm wit' this rhino I gotta remind myself that big girls need love, too; that big girls like to fuck, too; that big girls can suck a mean dick, too. And, they love spendin' money on a muhfucka like me, too.

“Yeah, baby. Let daddy make you feel good. You want daddy to long stroke this tight pussy?”

“Mmm-hmm…”

I continued explorin' her body. I raised her ham hocks and placed kisses on the inside of each thigh. My lips traveled to her cankles. But I stopped when I got to her biscuit heels. You know a nigga ain't fuckin' wit' no busted-ass feet. And that ho has fluffy-ass
buttermilk biscuits on the back of her heels. You know what I'm talkin' about; them big, white puffy heels that look like they've been soaked in yeast. What the fuck?!

The last time I was wit' her ass I told her she needed to go to a foot surgeon to get them shits handled. I don't give a fuck how good the pussy is, or what kinda muthafuckin' gifts I'm bein' laced wit', or how much paper I'm tryna fuck outta her ass. Some things are off limits. And fuckin' wit' her raggedy feet is one of 'em. She even had the muthafuckin' nerve to be openin' and closin' her toes like I was 'bout to suck on them gorilla claws.
Not tonight, boo. Not to-muthafuckin'-night,
I thought, spreadin' her legs open, then puttin' my head between 'em. I sniffed the silky patch of hair coverin' her thick pussy, flickin' her clit wit' my tongue. She moaned. I continued dartin' my tongue in and outta her, slurpin' her pussy. Then I pressed a finger on her asshole, and put my whole mouth over her clit and sucked, then licked. Then I stuck two fingers into her hot slit. The bitch started shakin'. I used more force, suckin' her clit, finger-poppin' her hole, and pressin' on her asshole.

She let out a loud-ass moan, then started screamin' and buckin' her hips. Three minutes later, her nut oozed out into my mouth and onto my tongue. A nigga can't front, that fat ho got some sweet, creamy pussy. And it's hot, and muthafuckin' tight. I finished suckin' her hole clean, then flipped her over onto her stomach. “You ready for this big dick, bitch?” I asked, slappin' her on her ass. I tried not to frown at all the dents and craters in her ass.

“Yes, fuck me,” she moaned, archin' her back and pumpin' her hips. “Stretch my pussy with that big-ass, black dick, nigga.”

I grinned, slidin' on a condom, then pushin' the head of my dick into the back of her pussy. Biscuit Heels gasped as I slowly entered her. I fed her this dick nice 'n slow. Reached 'round her and started
squeezin' her niblets—my term for teenie tits wit' lil' nipples. I fucked her wit' six inches of dick, then let her twist 'n wiggle up on it, takin' in the rest. And the whole time I was hittin' it from the back, I was thinkin',
Damn, this bitch needs a back bra for all this muthafuckin' back fat
.

But I gotta say big girl handled this dick. I had my hands on my hips watchin' her ass jiggle 'n bounce. The more she bounced and shook, the more dick she took in. By the time I finished rockin' her box, I walked up outta her spot wit' not only the paper she hit me wit', but wit' her beggin' me to come back through today to run up in her fat, low self-esteem-havin' ass again. Bless her chubby lil' heart!

I pull open my laptop, then turn it on. And the minute I log onto my email account. Several
IM
screens pop up.
Damn, these bitches are real thirsty,
I think.

ILoveSweetCum: Hey, baby. Haven't seen you online lately, where you been, boo?

DaddyLongStroke: Chillin', ma. What's good wit' you?