Daddy Long Stroke

She opens her mouth, then wraps her lips around the head of my dick. She starts suckin’ all over it, makin’ poppin’ noises, gulpin’ in air as she sucks. I don’t pump my hips or grab her by the back of the neck like I do most chicks. I’ma let her guide my dick down in her tight throat, then when she’s relaxed, I’ll slowly start swabbin’ the back of her throat.

“Yeah, baby…suck that dick…ah, shit…that’s what I’m talkin’ ’bout.”

I’m lookin’ down at her while she’s caressin’ my balls and slurpin’ my dick. On some real shit, she could be a real dime-piece, but like wit’ e’erythin’ else affected by this muthafuckin’ recession we’re in, her ass went down in value the minute she posted her ass and titties up on BlackPlanet.

She starts to gag, then pulls back a little. She licks my dick a few more times, then stops, lookin’ up at me all teary-eyed ’n shit.

“Yo, what the fuck’s wrong wit’ you? You was on the phone talkin’ a buncha shit ’bout how you was gonna wet this dick ’n shit. Now you got the muhfucka in ya hands to do what you want wit’ it, and ya ass’s suckin’ the shit like you a muthafuckin’ stroke victim or some shit.”

“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.”