Daddy Long Stroke (4 page)

“Nothing,” she replies, placin' more kisses on my dick. “I just think I might need some help to handle all this. And I know just the person.” She jumps off the bed actin' all excited 'n shit. “Hold up. I'ma call my girl Lydia and tell her to come right over.”

I let out a disgusted grunt. “Well, I hope she can take dick, 'cause you killin' me, ma. Word up. And I'm really tryna be nice about it.” She flips open her cell, promises to make it up to me. Claims her girl is gonna rock this cock; serve me up proper.

I sit on the edge of the bed, leanin' back on my forearm, playin' wit' my rock-hard dick.
Yeah, ya ass gonna make it up to me alright.
I start calculatin' in my head: gas, travel time, wasted time, loss of gettin' good pussy 'n head somewhere else. “Well, hurry ya ass up and get whoever you gonna get, 'cause I'm ready to nut. But in the meantime, you need to wet this dick up and suck it like you mean it.”

She walks back over to the bed, drops down to her knees, grabs my dick wit' both hands, licks her lips, then stuffs it into her wet mouth. I roll my eyes up in my head as she strokes and sucks my dick at the same time. Finally, the bitch acts like she's got some dick-suckin' sense. Now this is the fuck what I'm talkin' 'bout. Suck my dick like you want it, like you love it. Don't suck my shit like it's some borin'-ass job. Suck it like it's ya favorite sport. Get on ya muthafuckin' knees and worship this long, black dick like it's ya muthafuckin' idol, you dig?

I am standin' wit' my legs spread apart, and my hands on my hips, watchin' her slide her lips up and down my shaft, before pullin' my balls into her mouth one at time, making loud slurpin' sounds. Her thick saliva lathers up my nuts.
That's right, tea bag them muhfuckas.
“Yeah, baby, wet them balls up.”

She greedily keeps suckin' 'til I bust a hot, thick nut in her mouth. She tries to swallow, but it's more than she can handle. She gags, lettin' my cream overflow outta her mouth. I grin when she smears most of it across her lips, then licks 'em.
That's right, you nasty bitch, lick them dick suckas.
I feel myself 'bout to spit another round. This time I back up and shoot my nut in her face barely missin' her eye, then flick the last bit of it into the air.
“Aah, shit,” I grunt, slappin' the head of my dick against her lips, then smearin' the rest of my nut all over her face.

“Damn, you got some good nut,” she says, lickin' her lips again. “I ain't never sucked a nigga whose cum was as thick and sweet as yours.”

Then why the fuck you waste all my shit, bitch?
I glance over at her clock again: 1:36
A.M.
Shit! “And you never will, baby. Believe that. Now where's ya peoples at?”

She gets up offa her knees. Goes over to get her phone, and calls the bitch back. There's no answer. It figures. Bitches ain't really 'bout it. “I don't know where she is. She shoulda been here by now. Forget her. After sucking your dick, you got me so fucking horny. I think I'm ready to take that dick myself.”
This lyin' bitch!
I roll my eyes up in my head. Just a few minutes ago the bitch was actin' like she was scared of the shit; now she tryna play super ho talkin' 'bout she ready to handle this dick. I laugh at her ass. “Why you laughing?”

“'Cause I wanna fuck, and I ain't got time playin' games wit' you. Either you gonna let me stroke ya insides or you not. But, I ain't beat for no bullshit. So, what's good? We fuckin' or not?”

She nods her head. “All night if you want. Just go slow until I can get used to it.” She climbs up on the bed, arches her back, then pulls open her ass cheeks.
'Bout muthafukin' time!
“Just don't knock my uterus off the hinges.”

I lean down and start lickin' the back of her pussy, dartin' my tongue in and outta her to relax her. She wiggles her ass, lets out a soft moan. Damn, she got some sweet-tastin' pussy. Tastes like duck sauce. I eat that shit up, gobble the back of it for a few minutes, forgettin' 'bout the jungle of hair that's wet and plastered 'round the back of her pussy, then straighten my body. “Now, you ready,” I say, pressin' down on the small of her back, then
pushin' the head of my dick in. “And when I'm finished wit' you, baby, you ain't ever gonna wanna fuck with another lil'-dick nigga again.” She moans. And inch by inch, I slowly feed her pussy wit' my cock 'til I have it all in. I slap her on the ass. Keep strokin' her pussy hole, slow. Deep grind into that shit, grabbin' her by the hips and slayin' her. The bitch starts to stutter, then holler, and scream, and beg for me to stop one minute; then the next minute she wants me to keep fuckin' her.
I wish this confused bitch make up her mind,
I think, windin' my hips up into her.

“What's my name?”

“Uh…uh…Alley Cat…”

I ram her deep, slappin' her ass. She screams like she's bein' slaughtered. “No, bitch, what's my muthafuckin' name?”

“Uh…aaaaaah…ohsweetmercifulGaaaaaaaaaawd…aaaaaaaaah…”

I quicken my thrusts.

She's clutchin' and clawin' at the sheets. “Uh…uh…uh… Daaaaaaady…Loooooong…Strooooooooooke,” she groans.

“I can't hear you,” I say, slappin' her on the ass again. I slow my rhythm, stroke her deep, then pick up speed.

“Daddy Looooooooong Strooooooooooke,” she repeats louder, tryna inch up from this dick. But, I got my hands locked on her shoulders, rapidly slammin' my hips into her. “Aaaaah…aaaaaah… oooh….oooh…”

And for another twenty-five minutes I beat her pussy the hell up for wastin' all my muthafuckin' time. And when I'm ready to bust, I pull out, snatch off the condom—tossin' it next to her, then tell her to pull open her ass cheeks, aimin' my dick straight in the center of her ass. I rapidly slap my dick on her asshole, then stroke it. “Oh, shit…I'm cummin', baby.” I rapidly start jerkin', then shoot my load in her crack and on her back, smear-in' my nut all 'round her asshole. When I'm done nuttin', she
rolls over onto her back, rubbin' her titties, tryna catch her breath. She lies there in a daze for a minute or two, then says, “OhmyGod, you got my pussy so sore, it feels like it's on fire. But, you fucked me soooo good.”

I smile, leanin' over to kiss her on her cum-crusted lips. “Well, if you wanna keep gettin' this good dick, then you gonna need to learn how to handle it. And not be wastin' a buncha time.”

“So, what you saying? You wanna start spending time together?”

Spendin' time together? What the fuck? “Yo, ma, on some real shit. I ain't checkin' for you like that. And I'm definitely not lookin' for nuthin' serious; just some stress-free pussy from time to time, that's it.”

“What, you got a girl or something?”

Hear we go with this shit,
I think, grabbin' the edge of her sheet and wipin' my cum-slick dick off on it. She looks at me, frownin'. But I act like I don't peep the shit. “Nah, I'm solo,” I say, pickin' up my boxers that were tossed over in the corner of the room, then slippin' them on. “But I gotta whole lotta friends.” I pull on my white tee, then reach into the front pocket of my True Religions and pull out my cell. I have forty-seven missed calls. The message envelope flashes, lettin' me know I have voicemail. I stuff the phone back into my pocket.

“What's a whole lot of friends?”

“Enough to keep my dick soaked,” I say, tryna keep from spazzin' on her muthafuckin' ass for bein' so fuckin' nosey. I can't stand a bitch who yaks her fuckin' jaws, askin' me a bunch of dizzy-ass questions after I just finished servin' her this dick.

“Hmmm,” she says, pausin'. I'm sure to try 'n figure out how many broads it's takin' to keep this pipe wet. She keeps her eyes on me, tiltin' her head. “Well, if you so single, what's your rush? Why you gotta leave?”

I stop what I'm doin' and stare at her, long and hard. “Yo, I just gave you some good-ass dick. Don't fuck it up by askin' me a bunch of stupid-ass questions. I ain't ya muthafuckin' man. You dig what I'm sayin'?”

“I was just asking. I mean, I was hoping you would stay the night.”

“Well, listen, baby. If you want me to stay the night, then say it. But don't come at me wit' a buncha shit. Now, if you want me to keep servin' you this dick, then you gonna have to make it worth my while. 'Cause time is money, and money is time.”

She blinks, takes in what I just said. I start puttin' on my jeans. “How much you need?” she asks, lyin' back on the bed, then pullin' her legs up, and bendin' 'em at the knees. “Give me another round of that dick, and I'll make it worth your while.” I glance at her opened pussy—wet, wide and invitin', then over at the clock: 3:14
A.M.

I pull off my shirt, kick off my jeans, step outta my boxers, then walk back over to the bed. “How much cash you got on you?” I ask, rollin' another condom over my dick, then pullin' her legs up over my shoulders. I slide my dick back in her.

She gasps, then whispers, “Oh, shit…goddamn…how much you need, baby?”

I grin, pumpin' this dick deeper into her. I stick my tongue in her ear, then whisper, “I need five hunnid, ma.”

She squeezes my ass, pullin' me into her. “Mmmph…aaah… ooooh…oh, shit…ohhhkaaaay, baby . . .”

 3 

I can't believe it's almost seven in the fuckin' mornin', and I'm racin' down the Turnpike tryna get back to Jersey so I can take a long, hot shower, then jump my ass in the bed. A nigga's beat. Word up. I yawn, flippin' open my cell.
Ah, shit
. Sixty-two missed calls, ten messages—all from Tamera's nutty-ass. I retrieve my messages, deletin' 'em wit'out listenin' to them shits. I know I need to call this ho. But I gotta have my mind right, first, before fuckin' wit' her dramatic ass. I can't stand a bitch who gotta make a production outta e'ery goddamn thing—yellin' 'n screamin' and cursin' 'bout stupid shit, feel me? And that's exactly how Tamera gets down.

I reach into my ashtray and pull out a half-smoked Dutch. I spark it, take a hit, then hold the smoke in my lungs before slowly blowin' it out. I switch the cell's ringer from Q
UIET
to
NORMAL
, tossin' the phone over on the passenger seat. On some real shit, though, I had no intentions of keepin' this bitch's Acura coupe out all night. I just planned to run up to Connecticut, fuck ole girl real quick, then swing back through and hit Tamera off wit' some of this good lovin'. But shit didn't go down like that. On the way, I stopped off in Brooklyn to give my peoples Electra—this little Dominican and black chick—her weekly feedin', and scoop up a few dollars from her ass. Yo, this sexy-ass broad is a true dick washer. I swear this ho gotta clit in her throat. I never seen a chick nut the way she does by just suckin' a nigga's dick.
Her throat game is wicked. I ended up stayin' almost two hours with her, lettin' her spit shine this nozzle, and gargle up these balls. And as an extra treat, I dicked her down nice 'n slow—after she hit me off wit' some paper, of course—wit' eight inches of this dick 'cause that's all she can take. But she loves this good shit. And she has no problem linin' a nigga's pockets wit' paper she gets from some other nigga she's fuckin'. By the time I bounced from her spot—wit' three Benjamins in pocket—it was already three o'clock.

I finish my blunt, then spark another one, takin' three hits before reachin' for my cell. I flip it open. Take a deep breath, and dial, knowin' this ho is 'bout to fuck up my high. Watch.

“Hello?!” she snaps, soundin' all wired up 'n shit.

“Yo, what's good?” I ask all cool, calm and collected.

“
Yo, what's good?!?
Motherfucker, WHERE THE FUCK IS MY GODDAMN CAR?! I've been calling you all motherfucking day and night. You got me running around all over town looking for your black ass, calling hospitals 'n shit, thinking your goddamn ass was somewhere dead. And you got the fucking nerve to call here all nonchalant like shit's good. Nigga, you really fucked up! You knew I had to go to fucking work yesterday. You lucky I didn't call the police on ya black ass. That was a real bullshit-ass stunt you pulled, nigga. But trust and believe. You will never get your ass behind my motherfucking steering wheel again.”