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I frown. “Yo, how is you gonna fuckin’ judge me, fam, when you stay trickin’ ya paper up on bitches? You don’t see me callin’ you out on how you stay tryna wife up them stripper hoes, do you?”
“I ain’t judging you, fam. All I’m sayin’ is, maybe you should keep it a hunnid wit’?’ them broads and let ’em know from the rip what they ’bout to get into. You know and I know, them broads ain’t gonna ask if you swingin’ a real dick or not when they be all liquored up.”
I tsk. “Suck my dick, muhfuka. Liquored up or not. They still wanna fuck. And I give it to ’em. So how’s that trickin’ them?”
“Niggah, you know what I’m sayin’.”
“Muhfucka, I don’t know shit. Hand me that blunt, and let’s move on.”
She shakes her head, taking two deep pulls, then passing it off. “A’ight, yo, justify it however you want. No matter how you cut it, you still deceivin’ them, yo.”
I take a long pull from the blunt, then pass it back to her. I blow smoke up, then inhale it back in through my nose. “Nah, like I said. I ain’t deceiving anyone. What I’m doin’ is keeping my dick wet. And putting some good dick and tongue in their lives…for the night, anyway. Shit, I don’t put a gun to none of them broads’ heads, forcing them to do nothing they don’t already wanna do. So it is what it is.”
“Aiight, slick ass, riddle me this: how many of them straight broads that you’ve already smashed do you think would have still given you the pussy if they woulda known you wasn’t no real niggah?”
I shrug. “Fuck if I know. Prolly half of ’em would still let me hit it, if for nothing else, solely on the strength of being curious. You know bitches stay sweatin’ us ’cause we look like straight-up, real-ass, sexy muhfuckas.”
I’ma keep it a hunnid. If I got down with Studs like that, Prince is def someone I’d holla at. At six feet, she’s sexy as fuck. Even wit’ them big-ass titties, she’s got a mad tight body from playing ball, and stays laced in all the hot shit. And the chicks stay wanting to play all up in her long wavy hair, which she keeps in fresh cornrows.
She nods, rubbing her chin and grinning. “True, true. But the difference is, they know who we are. It ain’t no secret. We ain’t misleading them. And them broads still wanna get at us, especially the bi-curious ones. But going to a straight club, frontin’ like you a straight niggah ain’t cool, son.”
I frown, narrowing my eyes. “Yo, you already know what it is with me. So ain’t no use in you tryna beat me in the head ’bout it. You know ain’t shit changing. I’ma still do me. So you might as well save ya breath for that smoke ’cause I ain’t tryna hear it. So movin’ on, muhfucka.”
She laughs. “Yo, whatever. You still my niggah ‘n’ shit, but you know I still think that shit’s fucked up, yo. And I’ma keep sayin’ it. Real spit, son, you need to stop misleadin’ them straight broads before you end up gettin’ caught up in some crazy shit. Niggahs get bodied behind doin’ that dumb shit, yo.”
“Yo, fam, relax. I got this. Ain’t nobody gonna do shit over here, yo. You already know gettin’ shot at ain’t never pumped no fear in a muhfucka like me. You know I’ma do what I do, regardless.”
She shakes her head, reaching for the blunt. “Yeah, I know. But I still love you, wit’ ya punk-ass.”
I laugh. “Yo, fuck you, muhfucka. I got ya punk, aiight.”
She laughs with me. “Yo, you know you my, niggah, fam.”
“Yeah, right. I’m only ya niggah, greedy muhfucka, ’cause you stay tryna smoke up my shit. Pass me that blunt wit’ ya lil’-ass dick.”
She grabs her crotch. “Hahahaha, muhfucka, my shit’s bigger than yours.” She lifts her hips from her seat, pulls her sweats down over her hips, then reaches inside the opening of her striped boxers and pulls out her long chocolate dick. “Nine-inches niggah, and what?”
“Yo, son, you wildin’, yo. I ain’t tryna see all that. Put that shit away. You dead wrong, muhfucka. How ya yellow ass gonna have a dick five times darker than you?”
She gives me the finger. “Niggah, I ain’t yellow. I’m light-skinned.”
I crack up laughing. “And ya light-skinned ass still look like Big Bird, muhfucka. Hand me the blunt with ya tall, yellow ass.” She cracks up with me, taking another pull, then handing back what’s now practically a roach. We joke ‘n’ pop shit and smoke two more blunts before she gets a call from one’a her jump-offs and dips off for some pussy.
I light another blunt, smoke half of it, then start feeling kinda horny. I rub my dick over my jeans. I want some pussy, but I ain’t beat for none’a these broads around here. I pick up my cell and hit up one’a my out-of-state sidepieces, Kamisha. She’s a sexy lil chocolate dime I snatched up after a night of partying at this club in Atlanta a few months ago. She was checkin’ for me hard, diggin’ my swag and my Northern accent. And, of course, the bulge she peeped in my baggy jeans. And I was diggin’ her thick hips, tiny waist, and that big juicy ass she had stuffed inside a pair of faded jeans.
Yo, I saw it in her eyes. She wanted to fuck. And I was more than happy to serve her this dick. I got up in her ear, spit game at her, and bought her a few rounds of drinks. After three drinks in, I got her to come outside with me, where we ended up sitting in my rented SUV, talking. Then kissing. And, eventually…fucking.
Yo, I had this sexy chocolate bitch in the backseat of the truck I rented riding her ass nice and deep, her pussy around my condom-wrapped dick. Word is bond. She handled all eight inches with ease as I fucked her slowly at first, savoring the feel and warmth of her body. I bit the back of her neck as I stroked her insides, making her moan—making myself moan as the base of my dick hit my clit. She pressed her hips back to meet my thrusts as I reached around her body and pressed on her slippery clit with two fingers. She reached back and grabbed my thigh, pulling me in closer as she worked her hot pussy on my dick.
She grunted. “Oh, God, this dick is good.”
“Yeah, you like that shit?” I whispered in her ear.
“Oh, fuck, yes…nice thick dick…mmmph…”
“Yeah, you gonna nut on this dick…?”
“Yes, niggah…mmmph…make my pussy skeet…”
