Daddy Long Stroke

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.