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caboose like it’s on fire. “I wanna get my nut all up in this hot ass . . . uhhh . . . ” ”
“Bust in my ass, Daddy . . . come on. Come on . . . give me that nut, boo.” I hoist my ass up higher.
His body jerks. “Ohhhh shiiiiiit,” he moans. “I’m cummin’. I’m cummin’.” I squeeze my ass around his cock, clampin’ down tight, releasin’, clampin’ down tight, releasin’ again. I milk his dick real good, gettin’ more turned on by the sound of the slush, slush, slurp of my asshole as he rams in and outta me. There’s lots of squishin’ ’n squelchin’ ’n skin-slappin’ ’n moanin’ goin’ on. It doesn’t take much longer before this ass heat gets the best of Born and has him nuttin’ deep in my ass, fillin’ the condom up with thick, gooey cream. His body jerks again, then shakes. “Ohhh, fuck!”
He keeps grindin’ and thrustin’ inside of me as I wind my hips. I am creamin’ again, outta my ass and pussy, all over his dingaling and fingers. He kisses the back of my neck and shoulders. His dick stays lodged in my ass ’til it softens and I squeeze it out.
Born collapses beside me, pullin’ me into his arms. I glance over at the digital clock on the nightstand. It reads: 2:40 A.M. It’ll be time to get my kids ready for school in fours hours.
I glance over at Born. His eyes are closed. He has his bottom lip pulled in. The niggah is still breathless. I grin. “You like that ass, lil’ niggah?”
He slowly opens his eyes, lookin’ dazed. “Whew . . . you . . . the . . . truth, ma,” he says in between gasps of air. He takes a deep breath, then slowly blows it out. “Yo, real shit, ma. Ya sex game is sick. I need you on my team on da regular.”
I smirk. Of course you do. They all want Big Booty, boo.
“Umm, Born?”
“Yeah, what’s good?”
“I need that handbag, boo.”
I grab his dick and start strokin’ it. It slowly starts to thicken. I lean over and cover his dingaling with my mouth, suckin’ hard, while teasin’ his swollen head with my tongue.
Born gasps, “Ohhhh, shiiiiit . . . uh . . . I got you, ma. Goddamn . . . ” He rotates his hips, fillin’ my throat with his entire dick. I increase the pace, frantically bobbin’ my neck back ’n forth. “I’ma hit you . . . mmmm . . . wit’ da rest . . . uh . . . shit . . . later tonight . . . ”
I’ma suck this niggah outta a pair of heels, too.
Juices start to seep from my pussy as I sniff in the lingerin’ scent of my pussy ’n ass in his cock hairs. I cup his smooth balls, then slowly lick ’em before takin’ his dick back into my mouth. I massage his balls while throatin’ the niggah down to the gristle. I suck his dingaling so good he grips the sheets, openin’ and closin’ his toes. He moans, “Ohhhh, fuuuuck . . . uhhh . . . ”
I know the niggah’s on the verge of crackin’ his nuts, and I plan on suckin’ down every goddamn creamy drop. “Give me that nut, lil’ niggah,” I say in between sucks. I shift my body so that he can play in my ass. “Stick ya finger in my ass, boo.”
I make slurpin’ ’n poppin’ sounds with my mouth as he slips two fingers into my hole. He’s knuckles deep in my ass. And I’m lovin’ it! “Oooooh, yes . . . bust this big dick down in my slutty throat, niggah.” I wiggle my ass. Clap it around his hand. “Give me that nut, boo.”
“Yeah, uh, uh, uh . . . mmmm . . . I’m gettin’ ready to nut, ma . . . aaaah, shiiiiit . . . ”
“You gonna get me that handbag, boo?”
“Uhhh, shiiiit, yeah . . . I got . . . you, ma . . . ”
Seven
Eleven A.M., I’m poppin’ my hips outta Gucci with two shoppin’ bags in tow. Like he said he would, the niggah Born came through—well, actually I met him downtown—with the rest of the thirty-six hundred dollars he promised me. So with that money and the money I got from JT’s ass, I treated myself to a fifty-six-hundred-dollar brown ostrich shoulder bag. Yeah, it’s a bit pricey. But, oh well. You only live once. And I live for handbags, heels, and a hard goddamn dingaling! So I bought it, along with a sexy-ass pair of six-inch Gucci heels that were on sale for four hundred bucks. I dropped six grand in less than twenty minutes, and still have another two grand that I’m gonna blow in Macy’s buyin’ my kids shit.
See. Most of these gold-diggin’ bitches they don’t know how’ta save. But I do. Yeah, I spend thousands of dollars on me and my kids, but I also know how’ta stash them stacks, too. And, although—on record, a bitch only got three hundred dollars in checkin’ and another forty-six dollars in savin’s—I have over forty-five grand stashed that I don’t touch for nothin’. And, yeah, it’s not a lot. But, guess what? For a bitch like me who came from nothin’, it’s more than what most have. I know what it’s like to be broke and hungry and not know where the fuck you gonna lay ya head at night. Or whether or not some grimy, snake-ass niggah is gonna try ’n rape you or molest one of ya babies.
Thankfully, ain’t no one ever try ’n steal my pussy or do no nasty shit to any of my kids. But a bitch still fell on hard times, and I had to do what I had to do to come up on top. Now, I do what I gotta do to stay there. And I don’t give a fuck who don’t like it. Big Booty’s hood fabulous, sugah-boo. Thought you knew. And I’m always lookin’ for a way to get me and my kids to the next level of hoodliciousness. So anyone who gotta problem with that can eat my ass out and choke.
I catch my reflection in the huge window of the Louis Vuitton store as I strut by on my way toward the escalators and smile. I’m a sexy bitch. Always have been, always will be. When I was a young girl workin’ the yard, I had the lil’niggahs on the playground handin’ over that snack money. When I was a teen workin’ the poles, I had the niggahs droppin’ the dollars, makin’ it rain twenties, fifties, and Ben Frankies up on me. And now here I am still got the niggahs gazin’ ’n dazin’, tryna get them dicks and tongues glazed with this pussy and ass, while peelin’ back them stacks. That’s what bad bitches do, boo. Fuck a niggah so good that he’s willin’ to give you almost anything you want.
Yeah, this pussy’s been all ran through, but guess what? It’s still good ’n juicy and I know how’ta work the hell outta these muscles. And I’m lucky or blessed—or both, that my shit’s not hangin’ inside out from all the miles of dick I’ve rode down on over the last twenty-four years. And, hopefully, I can get another twenty, thirty, years more of mileage outta it before it starts to breakdown and need to go in for repairs.
Okay, shit. I’ma confess somethin’ to y’all’s asses. I did go in and have my pussy rejuvenated three years ago. I sure did, boo. Had them tuck in these lips and tighten these walls. And I had one of my sponsors foot the ten-thousand-dollar bill, then let him be the first to slice his dingaling up in it once the doctor cleared me for fuckin’. Shit, it was the least I could do to let the niggah test drive his investment.
Anyway, I had me a real Grand Canyon-sized pussy before my surgery, but now . . . mmmph. This snapback pussy can bring a niggah to tears.
I open my Prada tote and pull out my ringin’ cell. It’s Day’Asia’s fahver, Mustafa—Baby Daddy Number Four—with his six-four, size fourteen-foot self, and six-inch dingaling. And it’s skinny. Fuckin’ sinful! Why I ever let this lil’ twig-dick niggah nut in my pussy is still a terrifyin’ mystery to me. But he always kept a pocketful of money and the dick did feel good in my ass. So he was good for somethin’. But the niggah ain’t good for shit now, except maybe eatin’ pussy ’cause the limp-dick niggah-bitch’s crazy-ass girl tossed lighter fluid up on it four summers ago while he was drunk and naked, then struck a match to his shit. Niggah’s dingaling and balls went up in flames, and his ass ain’t been right since. Yeah, her ass spent two years up in Clinton, the state prison for women. And his dumb ass was retarded enough to wanna ride it out with her when the dickless niggah should been tryna be a fahver to his daughter. Sorry-ass niggahs make me sick.
“Yeah?”
