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He licks his thick lips. “Oh word? And what’s that?”
“Pussy, ass, and throat.”
He grins, pullin’ out a thick knot of money. I count in my head as he starts peelin’ off money. One hundred, two hundred, three hundred . . .
“Yo, check this out. You got on panties?”
I raise a brow. “Yeah, why?”
Four hundred, five hundred, six hundred . . .
“What kind?”
“Some purple lace thongs, why?”
Seven hundred, eight hundred, nine hundred, a thousand!
“I want ’em. Here’s a gee. Take them shits off and let me sniff ’em real quick. If that pussy smells sweet, then I’ma slide you the rest of this paper I got on me and we gonna go somewhere and get it in real heavy tonight.”
“I wanna feel how big that dick is,” I say, slidin’ my hand in his lap and feelin’ the inside of his thighs.
“Yo, do ya thang, ma. It’s on the left side of my leg.”
I let my right hand roam, then stroke him on the sly. I immediately start gettin’ wet. It’s about as thick as a baseball bat and about as long as a billyclub. Now I wanna see it, taste it, and feel it. Oooh, yessss, goddammit! This niggah got me real juicy. And now Big Booty wanna fuck!
“You like what you feelin’?”
I keep rubbin’ it.
“So we fuckin’ tonight?”
“Maybe.”
He opens and closes his legs. “Nah, I ain’t tryna hear no maybe, ma. I wanna fuck you. I wanna run this dick all up in ya back, real shit. Now let me get them panties.”
Shit, Big Booty’s pussy always smells sweet. This niggah don’t know. I laugh to myself. Fuckin’ this niggah for his change is gonna be like snatchin’ crack from a blind dope fiend. This motherfucka must not have gotten the memo on me. I’m always lookin’ for the next come up. I smile, liftin’ up in my seat, hikin’ up my skirt, then slidin’ my panties off.
I look around the club, then slide ’em to him on the sly. He slides me the grand, then puts them up to his nose and takes a deep whiff. “Yeah, that shit smells right, ma. Mmmhmm . . . ” I watch as the niggah sticks out his long tongue and licks the crotch area. Oooh, he’s some kinda nasty. But the shit makes my pussy wink. “Yeah, ma, real shit . . . we fuckin’. And you betta be able to handl
e all this dick.”
I stuff the money down in my bag, then grip his dick and squeeze it as hard as I can. “Niggah, not to worry. I ain’t never been . . . ” My voice trails off when I spot Knutz mushin’ Dickalina in the head, then yankin’ her by the arm and snatchin’ her off the barstool. I take a deep breath. Decide to not let that bitch disrupt me gettin’ this niggah’s money. If Knutz drags her ass outside and beats her face in, so be it. ’Cause tonight, the only thing I’m tryna get beat down is this pussy.
“You ain’t never been what?”
I bring my attention back to this big-dicked niggah with the permanent Gorilla mask on. The niggah stay ready for Halloween with that face.
“Scared to fuck,” I finally say, starin’ him in his dark eyes. He grins, licks his lips, then tells me he wants to finger my pussy. “Niggah, you better go wash ya hands, first. I don’t let no niggah run his fingers up in me without him washin’ them shits first. You must be used to them nasty, bird bitches.”
He laughs. “Yo, ma. Real shit. You thorough as hell. A niggah like me needs a sexy-ass honey wit’ that fire on his team. I’ma tell you what. I ain’t gonna take you nowhere and fuck ya brains out tonight. But we gonna fuck. And when we do, I’ma tear ya shit up. I put that on my life, ma . . . ”
I press my legs together. Oooh this niggah’s talkin’ my talk. Mmmph. My asshole clenches around the mini-butt plug I have in. I squirm in my seat, feelin’ a nut risin’ in me.
“But right now, I wanna wine and dine ya fine-ass. Get all up in ya head, then bust them guts open. You done felt all this hard dick a muhfucka got between his legs, so you already know what it is . . . ”
I lift my glass to my lips, eyein’ him over the rim. Truth is, I don’t feel like fuckin’ him tonight. But I wanna feel his dick in my hand and get up in that wallet. I lean into him, inhale in his scent. The niggah smells like money; lots and lots of it. And I wanna help the niggah spend it. I whisper in his ear, “Pull ya big dick out, Daddy, and let me stroke it under the table. I wanna feel you bust ya hot nut in my hand.”
He grins. “Yeah, you a real freaky bitch, ma; just how I like ’em. I tell you what. If you can make me nut in ya hand, I’ma hit you wit’ da rest of this paper I got on me.”
