As soon as I got into the crib, I took a quick peek inside the bedroom, and saw Monique sprawled out across the bed knocked out. The television that was still on, I turned off, then walked back in the den and flopped down on the couch to roll a blunt. Shell was right about one thing. There’s an art to rolling any kind of leaf. You have to use your fingers, tongue, and lips to get it just right. You gotta treat it like some women. Delicately. I took my time and rolled one damn near to perfection. About halfway through the blunt I was high as gas prices and starting to feel the effects of not getting much sleep. Stepping back into the bedroom, I started to undress.
“Is this how it’s gonna be when we get married too?” Monique’s voice came from nowhere, scaring the shit outta me as I kicked off my jeans! Her back was to me and she still hadn’t moved. Slick ass, playing possum.
“What the hell is you talking about Monique? Go back to sleep.” I played dumb and slid under the comforter.
“You know exactly what I’m talking about Teddy.” She turned to face me this time, and clearly, I could see she’d been crying. I reached out for her but she pulled away. Sliding over in the bed, I grabbed onto her and pulled her to me with more force this time, holding her tightly so she couldn’t snatch away.
“Listen Nique. You know a nigga just got home, and you know I got some running around to do, but you know you’re my heart and soul. I just gotta take care of some business.” I knew she knew I was lying, but what the fuck could I say? “Oh, I saw this chic last night that I’d been wanting to smash out for the longest, so I scooped her up and took her to the hotel to blow her back out?” Hell fucking no! So, ladies, I’m giving it to you straight right now. There may never be another nigga to lay it down like I can, so I have to speak for all of us. Most times when you know your man’s been cheating, but he’s willing to take his lie that he wasn’t to the grave; it’s not because he doesn’t love you that he lies. Like ya’ll always say, if you loved me you wouldn’t cheat. Bullshit! It’s vice versa. If he didn’t love you, he’d just say “Yeah. I been out fucking. Her ass was phatter than yours and I wanted to see if the pussy was any good. Now shut up and go to sleep.” That’s what “I’d” say, if I didn’t give a fuck about a chic. So ladies, we lie; because we know that it would hurt your feelings to tell you the truth. The untold truth, and that’s what we try to avoid. And no don’t come giving that bullshit about, “If he loved me he wouldn’t cheat.” All men cheat in some shape, form, or fashion. It’s the way our DNA is made up. To divide and conquer. This shit didn’t just start with us. So, if you think you’re one of those miracle women, that’s got a husband that doesn’t cheat, you’re not. He’s fucked somebody other than you. Or he wants to. No matter how fucked up this shit may sound, it’s the untold truth. He’s with “you.” So, give em a break aight.
“Banks, you promised me you were coming outta them streets.” Monique spoke with worry and concern written all over her face. “I’m not no fool Teddy, and I know them chics out there be coming at you all the time. I know how bitches is, and I know that comes with the territory. Shit, I was with a nigga who used to cheat on me, then come home and beat my ass for knowing he did! He didn’t give a shit really if I knew or not. Hell, he’d even bring em to the house sometimes! So the lil shit that you do aint killing me. But the thought of losing you out in them streets, that’s what kills me inside. I don’t wanna lose you out there. You’re the best thing that ever happened to me!” The single tear that ran down her face, I instantly wiped away.
“Well baby girl. I cannot tell a lie. I’m probably gonna be a hustler until the day I die. But there’s a million and one ways to hustle, and all of em don’t involve breaking the law. I made a promise that I was gonna do something different.” I grabbed her chin and lifted it softly so she’d look me in my eyes as I spoke. “I always keep my promises and I never go back on a deal. Starting tomorrow, I’m going to look for a spot that I can lease or buy. I haven’t quite made a definite decision on what type of business I’m gonna start, but were definitely about to make it happen. Win, lose, or draw. I already know that it ain’t shit out there in them raggedy ass streets, but penitentiary time and death. And I ain’t friends with neither one! So, don’t worry baby girl. You not gonna lose me. Not now, not ever.” Her smile lit up the entire room.
“You promise?”
“Scouts honor,” I placed my hand over my heart as Monique laughed so hard that tears came to her eyes. But this time they were tears of joy.
“You know you crazy. Come here boy.” She commanded, as she reached out under the covers and grabbed onto my thickness. Her touch made my shit stretch out and rock up instantly. I reached between her legs to find that she was already soaking wet. Pulling my hand from beneath the covers, I licked my fingers clean as I stared her in the eye. Throwing the argyle comforter off of us onto the floor, I leaned in taking one of her peach sized breasts into my mouth, loving the feel of her inch - long nipples hardening against my tongue. Reaching between her legs I slid two fingers between the folds of her moist pussy lips, as I squeezed her stiff clit between my thumb and forefinger. “AAAAH!” She shrieked and grabbed my wrist. Slowly I licked my way down her body, pausing only to snake my tongue out into her navel, causing her body to tremble with anticipation. Kissing her hip bone, I slid my warm tongue in between the crevice of her thigh, all the while tweaking her nipples the way I knew she loved it. “Teddy please!” she whimpered loudly, pushing my head downward, begging for me to taste her fruit. I stopped, leaned up, and looked her in the eyes. “Banks please!” she begged as her face took on the expression of a kid who’d just been told that there’d be no toys for Christmas. Smiling like the devil, I reached into the ashtray, lit the half smoked Dutch and handed it to her.
“Smoke.” I ordered. With lust filled eyes she pulled the blunt, laid back, and I went to work! Lying flat on my stomach, I pulled both of her thighs over my shoulders so her calves and feet could rest comfortably on my back. I took a quick peek up and saw that she was watching me. “I said smoke.” I scolded her. Instantly she laid back down and did as she was told. Curling my arms around her thighs, I pulled her legs apart and sucked her swollen clit into my mouth.
“Ohhhh!” She yelled and bucked like a wild horse, causing me to use more strength on her thighs to hold her in place! Her sweet musky scent almost drove me insane! I squeezed down on her thighs even tighter, as I ran my tongue from the bottom of her pussy, all the way back to her
swollen clit. “Oh God!” she screamed, as I sucked on one pussy lip and then the other, then pushed my tongue as far as it would go inside her as I fucked her with mouth. “Oh God! OK! OK! Banks please! Oh shi…!” she yelled, screamed, and tried to run away from my tongue to no avail. I licked and sucked, sucked and licked, then at just the right moment, sucked her clit back into my mouth and bit down lightly! Instantly she started to cum in waves! I knew that if I didn’t hold her down, she’d throw me onto the floor the way she was bucking! “AHHHH! OH! OH! Godddd! Oh Shit! Ok! OK! OK Teddy! Oh God, please!” I kept her pussy in my mouth and held on tightly to her legs until her wild bucking slowly started to subside. “Oh God, Teddy.” She whimpered as her breathing became almost normal again. I knew a lil trick that could make her cum again back to back, but my face was already dripping with her pussy juice and cum, so I decided to make her next nutt come from some hard pipe. My main objective is to satisfy. I slid up, kissed her, and she licked my face clean. Yeah. That’s how we do.
“Where that blunt at?” I asked.
“Oh shit!” Monique quickly reached over the side of the bed and snatched it off the carpet where she’d dropped it during her cum spasms. She passed it to me, I hit it twice and tossed it in the ashtray. Smacking her hard on the side of her ass, I instructed her to turn over as I got up and stood at the side of the bed. As soon as she rolled onto her stomach, I pulled her to her knees. Reaching out, I grabbed a handful of that beautiful long black hair, twisted it around in my hand and snatched her head back before leaning in and breathing into her ear.
“What the fuck I tell you about questioning me?”
“I didn’t know you wa… POW! “Aaaahhgh!” she screamed out, as I cut her sentence short with a hard smack on the ass.
“Shut up!”
“Okay.” She whined. I wound her hair tighter into my fist and pulled her head back just a little more. Just enough to bring out the pleasure and the pain.
“Don’t you know better than to question what the fuck I do?” POW! POW! I smacked her ass twice!
“I’m sorry!” I could feel her trembling beneath me, and knew she was close to cumming again.
“Yeah you sorry aight. But not sorry as you gonna be.” I stood up keeping a firm grip on her hair, as I took my dick and ran the head up and down the entrance of her soaking wet snatch. You need to be punished, don’t you?”
“Yes daddy, I’m sorry. Punish me.” Her voice trembled. Letting her hair go and grabbing onto her hips, I planted my feet firmly, and slammed big, hard dick into her as far as it would go! POW! POW! POW! I smacked her ass in rhythm with my thrusts! I long dicked her until her pussy started to speak that secret language that all men love. Squish! Slush! Sloop! Slosh! “Oh shit, babbbby! I’m about to cuuummmm!” Monique screamed over her shoulder! I could feel my own orgasm rumbling its way to the surface, so I locked down and picked up the pace so we could cum together. “Oh god, I’m cuummming!” Monique yelled as she trembled and shook, before just as planned, I shot a load into her so powerful my knees buckled! Sweat dripped from my face down onto her ass like a faucet that wasn’t quite turned off. My dick was still at half mast when I finally slid out and lay down beside her. She turned to me and kissed my lips with a satisfied smile. “You think you bad, don’t you?”
“Yeah. A bad, big dick black motherfucker. Now reach in my pants and hand me that tree and a Dutch. I ain’t through wit you.”