Page 34 of Daddy Long Stroke


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“You and that humongous dick of yours,” Cherry says in a low, sexy voice. The sound of her voice, the way it purrs through the phone, makes my dick brick instantly. I close my eyes, rememberin’ how good my dick felt inside that big, wet, gushy pussy, as well as in her deep asshole.

“Oh, word? I can’t tell. It took ya sexy ass long ’nough to hit a nigga back. I called you almost two weeks ago.”

“With this housing market the way it is, it’s been a bit hectic here. But, you know I’ll make it up to you.”

“Yeah, baby, you always do.”

“This fat pussy misses you like crazy.”

And I miss them fat cheeks. This ho’s paper is long as hell. She owns her own real estate company and the homes she sells are two million and up. “Damn, baby. And this heavy dick misses you, too, boo,” I tell her. “I’ve been dreamin’ ’bout suckin’ on that sweet, juicy clit of yours, and stickin’ this tongue deep in ya hot slit. Nobody rides this dick like you, baby.”

“Mmmm,” she moans into the phone. “You keep talking like that and you’re gonna have me catching the next flight out of L.A. to Jersey. You got me wanting to play in my pussy.”

I laugh, slippin’ my hand down in my boxers. “I done beat you to it, baby. I’m already strokin’ my shit, thinkin’ ’bout you ridin’ down on this dick. And it’s loaded wit’ thick, gooey cream—just for you.”

See, e’ery now and then, you gotta stroke a ho’s ego. Let her know what you think she wants to know. That you can’t stop thinkin’ ’bout her, that you miss her, that she has the best pussy you’ve had and you can’t stop dreamin’ ’bout it. Let her think she got ya ass hooked on that cock clamper of hers.

“When you coming to see me?”

I smile. “When you wanna see me?”

“Now,” she says.

I laugh. “Damn, baby, you horny like that?”

“You have no idea. I need to be fucked, deep and hard by a long, thick black dick.”

“That’s what it is. I’d be there to feed you this dick, on the next muthafuckin’ thing smokin’, if I had the ends. But shit’s real hectic, feel me? A muhfucka’s still not workin’.” I grin.

“Alex, baby, you know you don’t have to ever worry about money. All you gotta do is say the word and I’ma have a ticket waiting for you, along with spending money. You know how we do. I wish you’d pack all your things and move out here. You know I know a lot of people here, and have plenty of connections. I know I can get you hired somewhere. As a matter of fact, an ex of mine owns a large construction company out here. I could put in a good word for you.”

I frown. Construction? Is this ho serious? What the fuck a muhfucka like me look like doin’ some muthafuckin’ manual labor? The only work I’ma do that requires me to sweat is fuck. All that extra shit she talkin’ is out.

“Listen, baby,” I say. “I ’preciate you tryna look out. But what I look like workin’ for another cat who used to run his dick up in you?”

She laughs. “Baby, that man hasn’t had a taste of this in over fifteen years.”

“Still a muhfucka like me ain’t diggin’ workin’ for ya ex, or anyone’s ex, for that matter. But I definitely ’preciate you havin’ my back, that’s wassup. Anyway, wit’ my moms in a wheelchair ’n shit, I can’t just up and bounce on her like that, smell me? She’s not in the best of health, but I’m not ’bout to put her in no funky-ass nursin’ home. She’s always been there for me, and I gotta always be here for her, feel me?”

“I understand. But, you need a break, baby. You need some of Cherry’s good pussy and TLC. I’m sure you can sneak away for a week or two. Let Cherry rub you down, lick up them big balls for you, suck down that dick, and serve you up a platter of this hot ass and juicy pussy—the way you like it, rough and nasty.”

This bitch knows damn well she ain’t suckin’ down no dick, but I let her live in her fantasy. I squeeze my dick. Jerk it in long, deep strokes. I decide to gas her head up even more. “You ain’t never lied, pretty baby. I need to get away in the worst way. I’m sick of bein’ deprived. These lame chicks out here ain’t ridin’ this dick right, and they damn sure don’t know howta treat a muhfucka. You got ’em all beat, baby—hands down.”

I can see her smilin’ through the phone. I can’t front, though. The bitch is right—nice, thick body; pretty face; hot, fat pussy; deep ass. She’s the total package. And, at thirty-five, she’s makin’ power moves and really doin’ big things. The only problem is she got a forehead bigger than Vivica Fox’s, and the bitch is baldin’. All she rocks are weaves and wigs. And a muhfucka like me ain’t wit’ all that extra shit. I mean, it’s cool if you rockin’ it from time to time, but then you rockin’ ya own shit, feel me? You know, let ya muthafuckin’ scalp air out. But a ho who lives and breathes a buncha fake-ass hair, all the time…hmmph, you only good for fuckin’ ’cause I’d never wanna wife ya bald-headed ass. I don’t give a fuck how fine you are. You better take ya ass down to the muthafuckin’ Hair Club and get that shit grafted, or invest in a case of Rogaine.

“Good, that’s what I wanna hear. I don’t need to be trying to compete for any of your attention.”

“Nah, baby, it’s all you. There’s no competition. When I’m wit’ you, you have my undivided attention.” My focus is right on ya muthafuckin’ bank book. “I’ve been missin’ you, Boo.”

“You gotta sista over here blushing,” she says. “I’ve been missing you, too. Baby, you just don’t know. My whole body aches for you. I haven’t been fucked right since the last time you were here.”

“Me either, baby. I’m so ready to bust this nut,” I tell her, pumpin’ my dick in and outta my hand, fast and furious. “I wanna put this big dick all up in you bad, baby.” I scoop some Vaseline into my hand, then smear it all over the head and shaft of my dick. I feel like nuttin’ so I decide to speed jerk a hot one out.

She moans. “You’re makin’ my pussy wet talkin’ like that.”

“Yeah, baby, just how I like it. You got that big, wet pussy… mmmm.”

“Why you teasing me? Do you know how horny I am?”

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