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“Aye, yo, hit me wit’ some Polo and MEK joints, like in a thirty-four waist. But nothin’ too over the top, feel me?”
“I got you. You want the straight-legged or boot cut?”
“Whatever. You know how I do it.”
“Alright. What about the sneakers? You want two pair of Air Force Ones in different colors?”
“Nah, hit me wit’ some Air Max joints, and a pair of AF Ones.”
“What color you want them in?” I ask, deciding to finally get out of bed.
“I don’t care. Whatever color you want. Somethin’ hot, though.”
I laugh. “Neeeegro, who in the hell you trying to get fly for?”
“Aye, don’t try ’n play me, yo. You know how I get down.”
“I can’t say that I do,” I tell him.
“Yeah, aiight,” he says, laughing. “You already know what it is.”
“It’s been a long while since I’ve seen your work,” I tease. “You’ll have to refresh my memory, Daaaaddy.”
“Yeah, I’ma refresh ya memory aiight. As soon as I run this tongue up against that sweet clit, then push this dick up in you, you’ll remember all you need to know.”
I laugh. “You do that, and I’m gonna end up doing more than remembering. You’re gonna have me cumming, too.”
“That’s what I’m talkin’ ’bout, baby. I want you to cream that good shit all over my tongue and dick. Make that shit drip down ’round my balls…”
I feel the restless cock ’n cum beast stirring up inside of me. My mind starts to slowly drift off. Go to a place I have no place going; especially when I have a man who is that much closer to coming home. But something takes a hold of me and drags me into the dark corners of my warped imagination.
I’m in an apartment building, sitting in an empty room in front of a wooden door with a large hole cut in the middle of it—a glory hole. I have already sucked off eight niggas and their cream is all over my mouth and my face. And there’s a line behind the other side of the door of horny men with their dicks hanging out of their pants waiting to get throated. And I greedily suck them all. Then, when I am done, I slowly open the door, and walk out—purposely leaving wads of cum dripping from my face and lips so I can see the looks on all of their faces as I walk out. They stare at me; some in amazement, some in disbelief, others in disgust. Probably thinking how much of a cum slut I am. But I don’t care. Sucking cock is what I love to do. I smile at them, licking my sticky lips and popping my hips toward the door. Then I hop in my car, and drive off, glancing in the rearview mirror, admiring the glaze of cum still covering my face.
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bsp; “…I’m ready to fuck, baby. You feel me?”
“Hunh?” I ask, snapping back to the conversation.
“Aye, yo, what the fuck is you doin’?”
I quickly blink the images out of my head. “Nothing,” I say, trying to remember the last thing I heard him say before my mind started wandering.
“Nothin’ hell, yo. A muhfucka’s talkin’ to yo’ ass and you somewhere the fuck else.”
“I am not,” I lie. “I heard what you said.”
“Then why the hell you ’hunh’ me for if you heard me?”
“Why are you yelling in my ear?”
“’Cause I wanna know what the fuck got you so distracted that you can’t hear when a muhfucka’s talkin’ to you.”
I sigh. “You know what, Jasper? You really know how to fuck up a bitch’s wet dream. I was listening to you and playing in my pussy at the same time. I got caught up imagining all the nasty things you say you’re gonna do to me when you get home, baby. That’s all.” I sigh. “Damn, why you always gotta start tripping and shit? You act so damn paranoid.”
“Yeah, whatever, yo,” he says, not sounding convinced. But he lets it go, this time. “Listen, I gotta bounce. The phone is ’bout to cut off on us, anyway. But I’ma hit you up later tonight. Make sure you pick up those things I need.”
“I got you. I’ll have everything ready tomorrow.”
