From the Streets to the Sheets (17 page)

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Horniness rode me all the way home, and I hoped like hell that Telly was there to help me release my heat. But all there was was an empty space where his whip had been.
Damn.

“What up?” he answered when I hit him on his celly.

“Where you at, baby? I need you,” I said, entering my place, tossing my purse on the couch, and hightailing it to my bedroom.

“I’ll be there in a few. How was your drinking date?”

“It was cool. I’ll fill you in when you get here. But you gotta hurry, baby. I’m horny!” I rushed, searching my DVD collection for a temporary fix.

“All right, get it ready for daddy,” he said, then hung up.

I got it ready for him, all right. I took off my clothes and got into bed, turned on my
Phatty Girl
DVD, starring sexy ass Justin Slayer who fucked in Timbos and sunglasses. As Justin slurped on some chick’s pussy, I played with mine. I was so hot it was stupid. I got dicked down all the time, but right then it felt like I didn’t get fucked at all.
What the fuck did Brooklyn do to me?
I knew one thing, I wasn’t talking to her anymore.

I was so wrapped up watching Justin slay fat-assed bitches that I didn’t hear Telly slide into my bedroom.

“Hey, ma,” he said, stripping out of his clothes. “I was right about your friend, wasn’t I?”

I didn’t say shit. I just opened my legs for him as he climbed on top of me, and began fucking me hard. He knew what I needed, and I loved that rough shit.

“She tried to take my waterfalls, didn’t she?”

“Yeah,” I moaned.

“Did you let her?”

“No!”

“Why?”

“’Cause I want dick!”

“You want this dick?”

“Yeah. Yo dick, daddy!”

“How you want it?” He stroked me slow and hard.

“Just like that,” I said as I moved my hips up under him.

“Shit, get that dick, ma. Work that pussy!”

Telly and me fucked ’til the birds started chirping outside. The next day Telly and I lay around tired from all the fucking we’d done. I told him what went on at Brooklyn’s. He didn’t understand why I didn’t let her suck my pussy.

“Why don’t you call her up, and we can have a threesome,” he said, dead-ass serious.

I told him he was crazy.

Telly wasn’t playing, though. “You don’t want the best of both worlds? Hard to believe you haven’t explored the other side; your sex drive is so high.”

“My sex drive don’t mean shit. Maybe one day I’ll try it, but not now.”

“Are you feeling this girl?”

“She’s cool. Pretty and thick. I’m not gone lie, she turns me on. I have never looked at a bitch like I looked at her.”

Telly sat back and stared at me, but didn’t say shit. He just listened as I went on about how Brooklyn had made my pussy jump.

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Summer had finally hit, and it was hot as hell outside as Telly and I made our way through his boy’s crowded backyard where the bar-b-que party of the summer was being held. The music was blasting, and ma’fuckas was walking around half-ass naked by the pool. A couple of girls hawked Telly, then looked me up and down, turning up their noses. Not giving two fucks about their jealousy, I grabbed Telly’s hand to let them know he was taken. Yeah, he still rocked that wedding band on his finger, but it was me he wore on his arm. As far as I could tell, I was his wife.

We were there about a good twenty minutes when I spotted Dino, a nigga I’d met when I was stripping, coming our way. I turned my head, hoping he’d keep it moving, but no such luck. He had sweated me back in the day, and it seemed things hadn’t changed. I’d given him the pussy once, and he had fucked like a jackrabbit. A straight turnoff that caused me to cut him off.

Dino walked up to Telly and gave him dap. He looked at me and nodded.

“Let me holla at you for a sec,” Dino said to Telly.

They stepped away from me and started talking. I knew Dino’s hating ass was going to tell him he knew me, but I didn’t care. Telly knew what I was all about from the begin ning. Telly nodded, kept shooting me looks. I rolled my eyes, then made my way to the bathroom.

I was washing my hands when Telly’s crazy ass bust through the door.

“Did you fuck that nigga?” The look in his eyes told me he was serious.

I didn’t want to lie to him so I stayed quiet.

Telly pushed me against the wall, and tugged on my shorts. Putting his hands down them, he found my pussy. Fingered my clit. “Did he make you feel like I do?”

I’d never seen Telly act like this, and it turned me on. He grabbed my face, started kissing me. I didn’t try to fight him. There was no use. He was gonna do him regardless, so I let him. Stopping abruptly, he sat on the closed toilet lid, pulled down his jogging shorts. His dick stood tall and proud, calling me. Walking over to him, I got down on my knees, and let him fuck me in the mouth. I bobbed and weaved on his dick like the pro I was.

“Stop! Sit on this dick!”

I stood. Took off my shorts and panties. Sat on his dick. Bounced my ass, taking in every inch.

“Yeah, ride this dick!”

I buried my face in his chest while I worked his dick.

“Look at me!”

I looked in his eyes while I fucked him, biting my bottom lip.

“You so damn sexy,” he said, rising up, lifting my body weight with his. He set me on the sink.

“Shit, T!”

“Shut up!” Telly commanded, sliding his pole in me, fucking me hard. He didn’t give a fuck about my pussy right then. “When I cum, I want you to suck my dick!” I couldn’t believe he was acting like this. “I’m about to cum. You want it in your mouth or pussy?”

It didn’t matter where I wanted his cum because he exploded inside me, then pulled up his shorts. “Let’s go!” he ordered.

Like his good little bitch, I put on my shorts and followed him.

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Without words, he had mind-fucked me all night. I knew I hadn’t done a damn thing to him. Who I’d slept with before him wasn’t his business, but he’d acted like it was. Treated me like I’d cheated on him, and wouldn’t break me off no matter how much I’d begged for it. It was his show, he’d said, and he’d give it to me when he was ready. And the next morning he was, sliding up in me from behind. Waking me up with the hardness of his dick and the roughness of his attitude.

“I’m gonna have to stay away from you for a while. My wife’s been tripping,” he said, avoiding my stare.

Wife?
Since when did he care about her?

“I don’t want you out here fucking nobody else, Star.”

“Boy, I ain’t thinking about nobody else.”

“You bet not be. ’Cause you don’t see me don’t mean I won’t be watching.”

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A week had passed, and no Telly. I didn’t know what to do with myself. I really didn’t have any friends. Didn’t fuck with bitches. I wanted to go out, but going out would only lead to something else—fucking—and I had promised Telly I wouldn’t do that to him, even though he was laid up somewhere with his wife. I threw myself on the bed, depressed as hell. This nigga had really gotten to me. Star Hamilton, sprung? Who would have thought such a thing?

Another week passed, and still no word from Telly. I decided enough was enough. I didn’t give a damn about his wife. It was my turn, I thought as I dialed his number. My heart stopped when I heard the recording saying that his number had been disconnected. Now I was worrying. Telly had plenty of money to pay his cell bill.

What the fuck is going on?
I slipped on my Melissa sandals and headed out my door. If he wasn’t checkin’ for me, I damn sure was gonna check for him. I was going to find my dick.

I pulled up on Parkdale, and wasn’t a soul in sight. His niggas and workers usually held court in front of the spot, but not today. I checked the other spot on Vance. Once again, no one was out. Pounding the steering wheel, I was mad as a mutha. I needed someone to talk to. Without Telly, I didn’t have a life. He had me sprung, and I didn’t want any other man besides him. But that didn’t cut off all my options.

Brooklyn picked up on the first ring. Answered her door-bell on the second. I didn’t know what I was about to get myself into. Whatever it was, I blamed Telly. Where his tongue wouldn’t lick, another would.

Her perfume was sweet when she embraced me. Her touch was soft, running through my hair. We didn’t speak. Didn’t have to. We both knew why I was there. She lowered the lights and blasted the music. Took my hand and led me to the couch. Massaged my temples even though I didn’t have a headache. Again, I closed my eyes, weakening under her touch. She stopped, and I opened them. Saw her standing in front of me, her pussy all in my face.

“You all right, Star?” I watched as those words fell from her sexy little lips.

“I’m cool,” I whispered, staring between her legs.

“Good,” she said, pushing my body back and stripping me out of my clothes.

Before I knew it, her face was between my legs, tickling my clit almost as good as Telly. Her sex was so good. I just went with the flow, blocking out everything but the tingle crawling through me. I gapped my legs wider as she lashed me with a knowing tongue. I felt myself about to squirt, and I tightened my pussy muscles. I hadn’t been dicked down in weeks. I wanted this shit to last.

“Ooh,” I moaned.

“You like that, Star?” she asked, her whisper traveling from between my legs.

“Yeah,” I admitted.

Her dainty fingers opened my pussy lips, then slid in and out of me.

I gripped the couch when she licked me, then stuck something inside me.
A dildo.

“You like that, Star?” she repeated, this time her words drifted directly into my ear.

What the fuck? How can she be in my ear and sucking, and fucking me with a toy at the same time? Better not be that damn dog!
My eyes shot open.

Telly smiled. On his knees, he was between my legs feeding my pussy with the head of his dick.

I jumped up. He pushed me back down. Brooklyn massaged my temples.

“The best of both worlds,” Telly said. “Star, meet my wife.”

Brooklyn kissed my cheek, then licked my earlobe. She laughed. “We already met.”

I sat there, dazed, but not confused. I’d been set up, and it felt good as hell.

AYEESHA

Erick S. Gray

I woke up to my six-twenty alarm, only to hear my man taking a shower. I sighed and stared over at the empty space.
That man just doesn’t sleep,
I thought. He came in late last night after doing whatever the fuck he did out on the streets, and now he’s gettin’ ready to bounce outta this house again. This niggah is up before me every fuckin’ morning, and obviously makin’ that money is more important than fuckin’ his wife. But I kept my mouth shut about it. I didn’t have to be at work until nine this morning, so that gave me time to play around and to try to get me some dick—for what it was worth. But instead of lying next to me in the sheets, he was in the fuckin’ shower.

I’d had a crazy-ass dream last night, and I woke up with my pussy on fire. I’d dreamed that I was in a barn surrounded by huge black stallions that kept staring at me. I was encircled by at least a dozen long-dicked horses as I lay butt naked on a pile of hay. It was getting dark outside, springtime, and the wind softly skimmed my skin and sounded like it was faintly calling my name
—Ayeesha—
as it held me in my dream. I was in heaven for real.

That spot between my thighs was tingling in my sleep. I wanted to be touched. I was wet with excitement, so I rested my head against the spongy hay, then parted my legs and was just about to get it on with myself when something made me look up. Walking out of the circle of stallions came this tall, dark, and gorgeous guy. He had the physique of a well-sculpted ironman with a six-pack, buff arms, and firm thighs.

He was naked, and his dick hung down on him like an anaconda. Shit, he was packing just as much as those horses were. He didn’t say a word, and I couldn’t talk either. He walked up to me, then got down on his knees and parted my thighs, eating me deliciously while the horses watched.

His tongue swam around in me like he was trying to dig for something. I panted loudly as I fondled my breast with one hand and gripped his gleaming bald head with the other. I was loud, so loud that I began stirring up the horses as they watched this fine man eat me out on a pile of hay. The horses started leaping up in the air on their hind legs, but we kept going and paid them no mind. The guy ate me to death as he gripped my right leg strongly. He spread my legs wider as his head swirled between my thighs.

“Aaaaaahhh . . . aaaaaahhh . . . aaaaaahhh,” I panted, feeling myself sinking deeper into the hay.

He lifted his head up and stared at me with this strange dim gaze. He climbed on top of me and positioned himself between my wet thighs. We sank deeper into the hay as he pressed against me; I felt the tip of his big dick touching against my warm and inviting lips. His huge erection opening me up wide, and he pushed inch by inch of his vast size up inside me. I cried out.

“Ahhh . . . Oh, God!”

My nameless dream-man thrust and thrust into me as I straddled him and dug my manicured nails into his bare skin. I felt myself sinking lower and lower into the hay as he fucked me and fucked me.

Then suddenly I heard a voice call out
. . . Ayeesha!

I opened my eyes, surprised that my dream had seemed so real. The sheet between my legs was damp, and I was horny as hell. I heard my husband in the shower and wished he was next to me, ready to fuck, just like I was right now.

I lay my head back against the pillow, and slowly moved my hand between my thighs, pulling up my silk-and-lace pink slip as I touched myself lightly. My husband had come to bed last night without even noticing what I had on.

I began to masturbate slowly, thinking about my crazy dream. I couldn’t see or remember the stranger’s face, but I definitely remembered his body.

I panted as I slowly dug two fingers into my pulsating pussy, closing my eyes and trying to recall those hot scenes from my dream. I’d been handling myself for at least ten minutes when the water in the shower was cut off and Tears shouted from the bathroom, “Ayeesha! Get yo ass up!”

I moaned, ignoring him as I continued to finger myself rapidly. Fuck! He had messed up my flow. I wanted to cum this morning!

Tears walked into the bedroom wrapped in a blue towel.

“Baby, come here for a minute,” I called out, my voice dripping with sex as I gazed at him.

“Yo, what you want, Ayeesha? I got someplace to be in an hour,” he replied. “Don’t you gotta be at work soon?”

I looked at him with disgust. Here I’m laid up in his bed fingering myself, horny as fuck and wanting some dick, and he’s worrying about work?

I watched him dig around in his dresser drawers looking for some clothes to put on. I got out of bed, approached him from behind and wrapped my arms around his waist, kissing his neck tenderly. He acted all nonchalant to my affection.

“Yo, baby, chill . . . I ain’t in the fuckin’ mood right now. I gotta get dressed. I told you I got someplace to be.”

“What?” I replied with an attitude.

He ignored me as he dug deeper into his drawer and pulled out a .45 automatic. He checked the clip and laid it on the dresser.

“Tears, what’s up?” I asked.

“Business.”

“I need to be your business right now,” I told him. Damn! I hadn’t had no dick in over a week. Shit, I’m dreaming about barns, strange men, and horses, and this niggah was walking around our bedroom half-naked and ignoring me like I wasn’t shit right now.

I sat at the edge of the bed and spread my legs to show him that I had no panties on. My pussy was shaved and throbbing and ready for some dick action.

Tears stared between my legs for a second, then his cell phone went off on the nightstand. He reached for it and started talking, and all I could do was sigh.

“Yeah . . . I got you . . . nah . . . not on the phone,” I heard him say.

He quickly ended his call, and continued to get dressed.

“You just gonna sit around all morning and not do shit? Yo, get your ass dressed,” he said to me.

I looked at my boo like,
Niggah is you serious?

I sighed heavily.
Fuck him!
I stomped into the bathroom and slammed the door shut. My pussy was still tingling and craving some dick, but that was all right. I could handle mines. I dropped my pink slip to the floor and gazed at my reflection in the mirror.

I was petite with silky skin and shaped like the letter S. My hair was long and black, and men always told me I had some beautiful hazel eyes. All of that and my niggah didn’t wanna fuck me this morning? What the hell was wrong with him?

I opened the bathroom door and shouted to him, “Tears, are you on the down low?”

“What you say?” he shouted back from the bedroom.

I said, “Do you like to take dick in your ass?”

“Bitch, what you say?” he shouted again. He must have been distracted by something, otherwise he would have heard me just fine.

I sighed and closed the bathroom door.
His ass was out there.

As I stood in the shower trying to cool off, I thought about Tears and how we first met. We’d been together for two years and I was starting to wonder what was happening to us. Yeah, I loved the shit out of him, but lately he ain’t been giving it to me right. I thought maybe he was fuckin’ the next bitch, but why would he?

Tears knows I’m a freak—shit the niggah met me in a strip club and fucked me that same night. I was dancing topless at this club on Hillside Avenue called Dreams, and trying to get my Bachelor’s degree at York College. I grew up in the Baisley Projects over on Guy R. Brewer and Foch. I’d always dated thugs and drug dealers, and Tears was no different. I knew he was hustling. He made frequent trips back and forth from New York to B-More, moving product with his boy Rondo.

It was after midnight, and I was onstage twirling myself around the pole with a dozen or so men screaming and waving dollar bills. I was glistening with baby oil and clad only in a baby blue thong and six-inch stilettos. I made about three hundred that night, and was looking to make much more by the time I retired and went home.

I knew that I was the sexiest bitch in the club, ’cause I got countless requests for lap dances after my segment, and niggahs wanted to take me into the VIP room and feel me up, and some were willing to pay a little extra just to fuck me. But I wasn’t trying to fuck any of these dirty-dick niggahs in the club.

My song, “Honey Love” by R. Kelly played loudly in the backdrop, and I rolled around onstage, gleaming, moving around like I was making love to the floor.

“Damn, you sexy,” this middle-aged man stated, as he tossed a ten-dollar bill onstage at me. I smiled, moved my hand slowly across his face touching him soothingly, and then I grabbed his hand and moved it steadily across my breasts. I felt him squeezing my tits and groaning during the process.

“That’s enough,” I softly said, showing him a slight smile and moving his hand away from my goodies.

“Marry me,” he joked, looking content.

I continued my seductive routine onstage, and the DJ was doing me right by his selection in music. He continuously played one R. Kelly record after another. This time I moved my butt to “Bump N’ Grind.” I grabbed the pole and dropped down to the floor into a wide split—showing these muthafuckas my flexibility, and then I bounced my ass up and down against the stage.

“Oh shit!” I heard someone shout. Soon they were tossing tens and twenties at me like wild. I stood up on my six-inch heels clutching the pole, and moved to the beat with extreme passion, eyeing the crowd and looking at their reactions to my hot dance and fine body. I got excited just watching niggahs praise and rave over me in the club. I was the best.

I was about to end my dance segment, when I noticed Tears looming from the crowd. He was so fuckin’ sexy. I had noticed him around the way a few times, but never got at him like that.

He stood by the stage, gazing at me, wearing a clean white tank top, baggy Sean John jeans, fresh new Timberlands on his feet, and his bald head gleaming. Adorning his neck was a thick platinum chain and a diamond encrusted cross. I glanced at his right hand, and also saw him sporting a diamond encrusted pinky ring.

“What’s good, luv?” he said, pulling out a wad of bills from his pocket. “You know you look good, right? What’s your name?” he whispered in my ear as he leaned over me.

“Ayeesha.”

“I like that. You a shorty fo’ real.” He peeled off three C notes and tossed them at me. Ya know I had to continue dancing after that!

For the next ten minutes, I belonged to Tears on that stage. He had my undivided attention as he tipped me big, dropping fifties and hundred-dollar bills on me.

His touch was soft, confident, and enticing. He had me lying down on my back, with my legs spread wide as he ran his hands down my thighs. I felt his fingers brush against my pussy. I moaned lightly as I peered up at him.

Then he gave me this wicked grin, and I suddenly felt him tugging at my thong, trying to remove it.

I jumped, grabbing my thong and said, “Yo, chill, chill . . . we can’t get naked in here. You about to get me kicked out.”

He gave me an assuring look and returned with, “Don’t worry about the house rules; they know me up in here, luv . . . I got you. This is my treat.”

I was nervous and reluctant.
What the fuck he meant, I got you,
I thought. But Tears was persistent and continued to tug at my thong. I was on my back when he pulled it off and dropped it next to me. I was now butt-ass naked onstage in nothing but some stilettos, and I heard the crowd of men around me go stir crazy.

Tears ran his hand down my thighs and then pushed his middle and index finger deep into my pussy. I moaned as I glanced around nervously for the manager, and surprisingly I saw him looking on without barking or screaming on me. I guess Tears really did have connections in here, because usually if a girl flashed one pubic hair she got her ass chewed out later by Neo, the club manager.

Men started to crowd around the stage, as all eyes were fixated on me and him, and they watched Tears lean forward between my thighs and sink his full beautiful lips and tongue into my wet and throbbing pussy. I cried out with passion as he consumed my pussy like crazy. I was sprawled out on my back, had my legs straddled around him with my arms outstretched behind me, clutching the pole tightly and forgetting about who was watching.

“Ummmm . . . aaaaaahhh . . . ummm . . . ummm . . . shit, mutha-fucka . . . aaaaaahhh, eat that pussy, Tears,” I cried out.

The DJ had turned the music off, and everyone heard my loud cries. Niggahs started to chant, “Tears. Tears. Tears. Tears. Tears. Tears. Tears.”

That niggah went buck-wild between my legs, not missing a beat. He tore my ass up as he ate my pussy. He gripped both my thighs and pushed my legs back, and dug his tongue deeper into me. I felt his wet tongue swimming around in me, and I continued to clutch the pole. I just couldn’t let go.

Money was raining down on me like crazy, but that was the last thing I was worried about. I think I fell in love with Tears that night. He was raw and just didn’t give a fuck. And I loved that about a niggah.

After five minutes of putting a sistah in bliss, he finally stopped. He looked down at me with this content grin, and said, “Yo get dressed. We outta here.”

He didn’t have to tell me twice. I collected my things and walked offstage butt naked. I didn’t bother to put my thong back on. I just strutted through the crowd not giving a fuck, clutching countless big bills in my hand.

I made it to the changing room and quickly got dressed. I heard one of the girls in the room say, “That bitch is wilding. I don’t know why Tears picked her for.”

It was hate talking, but I ignored her jealous ass and threw on my shit and met up with Tears outside the club. I had counted up twelve hundred dollars, and most if it had come from him.

Tears stood outside in front of the club, leaning against his gleaming black Escalade that was parallel parked next to a few cars out front. I smiled and strutted up to him in my short denim skirt and heels and gave him a hug like I’d known him forever.

“You ready?” he asked.

“Yeah.”

I jumped into his truck and he drove off. It was like we connected. We went and got something to eat, and I ended up fuckin’ him in the backseat of his truck. We were parked by a grassy area and I straddled him in the backseat with my skirt pulled up to my waist and feeling his dick steadily moving in and out of me.