“Hey baby! I hope I didn’t interrupt you while you were busy.” Latifah squealed as she threw her arms around my neck. I knew she didn’t give a fuck if I was busy or not, if so she wouldn’t have called me twenty - one fuckin times before I answered! Right now, she was just attempting to keep me from cursing her ass out and walking back out the door. It has happened before.
“Nah, I wasn’t doing much. You got that paperwork I told you to get?”
“Yes baby. Its upstairs in the bedroom. You wanna come get it?” She grinned slyly. You and I both know why she was trying to lure me to that bedroom. I wasn’t in the mood for all that though. I knew she needed to be fucked. It’s my job to know. But fuck all the lovey dovey shit. She was getting fucked right here on this couch. Shit, maybe even the floor. Wherever I served her at, it would be a grudge fuck. Not because I was mad at her, but because that’s what I knew she needed today. Like I said, it’s my job.
“I’ll get it later on. Go get me some tree and roll me a blunt.” Keeping true to the pimp in me, I’d taught Latifah how to roll blunts for me. And that takes practice. Even though she didn’t smoke, she was more than happy to do anything she thought would bring me to spend more time with her.
“Okay baby. You only got one more Dutch Master left in the drawer, so I’ll go buy you some more today.”
“That’s what’s up,” I said as she disappeared up the stairs. Taking a seat on the couch, I grabbed the remote control and flipped through the T.V. channels. Seconds later, I glanced down at my phone that was vibrating in my lap, and saw that it was Shell calling again. “Yo, what’s up my nigga?” I answered.
“Aint shit bru. Yo I called you earlier. You didn’t get my message?”
“Yeah, I saw it. I was busy.”
“Yeah, I bet you was busy. With that thick lil chocolate drop Monique. So how the pussy bru? Was it fresh? Did it have a lil twang to it? You know just a lil twang make that shit better.” Despite myself I had to laugh at this nigga.
“Stop it nigga. I don’t know what she’s got, because I didn’t fuck her.”
“What!!! What kinda shit you on Banks? I know you nigga; you didn’t rescue that bitch for nothing.”
“I ain’t pressed for no pussy nigga. She’s paying me back as sort of a live-in maid. Cleaning, washing clothes, shit like that.”
“Fuck that! You can’t never have enough pussy, and if that broad was living up in my spot, she’d be fucking and sucking like Pinky! I’m talkin bout some on demand type shit!”
“Yeah whatever nigga. You know me, and you know I’m a motherfuckin P.I.M.P, so don’t question my moves homeboy. I get more pussy by mistake than you “buy” on purpose. Remember that playa. What’s so damn important anyway?”
“Oh yeah bru; we need to go to the liquor house in North Durham, on the fourth of next month.”
“What for? Nigga you know I don’t be fuckin wit no rat ass liquor houses. It’s too easy to have to kill a motherfucker, or get killed. And why the fourth of next month? That’s almost three weeks away.”
“Come on bru, loosen up. Your ass done got real tight lately. I met this chick at the car wash. She bad as fuck. She said she got a man and he be on her like a hawk, but she gonna be at the liquor house in North Durham on the fourth because it’s her uncles birthday. I know she trying to fuck because she said she’d be wit her homegirl, and that if I didn’t have nobody for her, then won’t nothing jumping.”
“Yeah, you a real Tony Romeo aint ya nigga? Going off the deep end behind some broad that hang out in liquor houses.”
“Look, whatever man. Just like you said don’t question your moves, don’t question mine.”
“Hold on for a second nigga.” I put him on hold as I reached over and accepted the perfectly rolled blunt that Latifah was holding out to me. She already had it lit. Damn I’d taught her well. Taking two deep pulls, I let the sweet taste of the Kush caress my lungs, before slowly exhaling the smoke.
“Banks!… Banks!… I heard Shell yelling as I put the phone back to my ear.
“Yeah nigga I’m here.”
“Damn nigga, what you doing? Fucking?”
“Nah, I was trying to take time out for a small chronic break. Yo, why you can’t get Hood or Luke or one of them niggas to go wit you?”
“Hell no bru! This chic is top of the line, so I’m sure her homegirl is too. And she aint gonna go for neither one of them niggas. So, what’s good bru? You gone do me this solid?”
“Yeah nigga I guess so. Hit me back later though, or either I’ll catch up wit you later in the projects. This weed making me horny so I’m about to fuck.” I looked over at Latifah and she was grinning from ear to ear.
“Aight nigga. Bust a nut for me.” Shell laughed then hung up.
Before I could lay my phone down good, Latifah was all over me! She was tall for a woman; being that she was almost six feet. Her skin was pecan tan and her legs seemed to go on forever. She was a little on the slim side, but thick in all the right places. She always kept her head done up in micro braids, but had some the softest, curliest pussy hair I’d ever seen. She’d mentioned to me that her mother was Cherokee Indian. Although she didn’t drink or do drugs, some good dick was her ultimate addiction. And I was her dope dealer! She was on her knees unbuckling my pants, quicker than you can say “Head Hunter!” Now, I don’t know who taught Latifah how to suck dick, but I wish I could meet the nigga so I could shake his motherfuckin hand! Latifah worshiped the dick when she sucked it. She kissed, licked, massaged, sucked, and stroked a nigga to a powerful nutt! When she drank down my cum, she’d be moaning louder than I would! And she loved to drink it too. If a drop was to accidently get away and spill on my leg, she’d lick that up too. My square bitch. With most chics, you might lay back and get a lil head, then before you feel yourself cumming, you go ahead and fuck em. Niggas call that “half and half.” Shit, Latifah won’t trying to hear none of that. When she got this dick in her mouth, that shit wouldn’t be over until she swallowed a hot load! She’d drain a nigga! Today was no different. While I was on the phone talking to Shell, Latifah had tiptoed over and slid in a porn DVD. Laying back and relaxing, I watched as Wesley Pipes beat out Cherokees ass like she had a second pussy, while simultaneously looking down at Latifah sucking ferociously at my dick. To put it frankly, she was a master knob slobber, so in only a matter of minutes, no matter how hard I tried to prolong it, I was throwing my head back howling at the ceiling as she milked me like a pro!
“Whew! Damn girl! You trying to make a nigga pass the fuck out!” I struggled to regain my composure as Latifah kicked out of her boy shorts and pulled her t-shirt over her head, revealing those beautifully perked up titties with the quarter sized nipples, and that oh so soft pussy hair that I loved so much. Like a sex starved tigress, she pushed me back down on the couch and attempted to jump straight up on the dick; before I stopped her, retrieved a Magnum condom from my back pocket and let her roll it down over my wood.
“Can I have some now baby?” Latifah knew all my hot spots, licking my neck and kissing my chest as she asked.
“Yeah, turn around.” I ordered her as I prepared to fuck her reverse cowgirl, just like Wesley was doing Cherokee up on the screen. Without a word, Latifah spun around, climbed backwards onto my lap, and slid her sweet wet pussy down on my pole with a loud moan.
“Aaaaaagh!” Latifah is what I call a “triple threat.” Smoking head, fire pussy, and A-1 motherfuckin credit. A “triple threat”.” If you ever get lucky and run across one, be sure to keep her on the team. They’re priceless! She bounced up and down on my dick like a fuckin Pogo stick, while screaming her damn head off! Latifah was the ultimate screamer. Now, I knew I had a big dick, but the way she was screaming was gonna make somebody call the fuckin police! Yet and still, the shit always turned me on. The screaming and whimpering, accompanied with the sound of her gushy wet pussy splashing up and down on my dick, was about to make me blow again! I wasn’t quite ready yet though, and I wanted to make sure she got her nutt before I got mine. Reaching around, I clasped my hand over her mouth as a signal for her to stop screaming, before gripping her small waist and sliding her up off the dick, then ordering her to turn around and get up on her knees. I didn’t have to tell her twice. In the blink of an eye she was up on her knees looking out the window, with her pretty ass and long legs hanging off the edge of the couch. Her pussy was leaking juice like her vagina had just stopped raining! Beating her pussy up from the back gave me total control. That way I could prolong my nutt if I had to. But I had to make sure that she came first. It’s my job. Stepping up behind her I reached underneath and squeezed her stiff nipple with my left hand, while fingering her swollen clit with my right. She shook and shivered as she glanced over her shoulder at me. “Ooooh shiiiit daddddyyy! You gone make ME CUMMMMMM!!!
“I know,” I answered confidently gripping her hips tighter, plunging deep into her stomach, filling her to capacity as I pounded without mercy!
“Oh… shiiit baby I’M CUMMINNG!!!” Latifah screamed and bucked like a wild mustang! I was forced to hold onto her tightly, as she damn near fell off the couch, her body rippling with orgasmic convulsions! She came hard! Now I could get me. I decided as I continued to put in work, beating her pussy up harder and faster as I felt my nutt come rumbling to the surface! “Oh, fuck Teddy!” Latifah screamed as my knees buckled and I emptied ropes of hot jizz into the Mangum, while sweat dripped from my face onto Latifah’s naked ass. Finally, I pulled out, peeled off the condom and fell over on the couch beside her. Aint nothing like a morning fuck to get a nigga day going. I let Latifah lay her head on my chest for a while, but cut the shit short because I needed to get on my grind. I’d been hustling hard as a motherfucker so I’d taken a couple days’ rest. But now, my thirst for the trap needed quenching. So, I needed to get to the crib, get my other phone and get ready for another TrapNight.