From the Streets to the Sheets (7 page)

“Hmph . . . and you said you weren’t going to eat this pussy unless it was shaved,” Rasheeda remarked arrogantly.

“I lied,” I replied as I stopped licking, and slid up her torso until we were face-to-face. My rigidness was pressed against her wet opening.

“Don’t stick it in without a rubba!” Rasheeda whispered, and rubbed her moistness on Monster.

“Chill, baby. I’m not going there,” I said, reassuring her that I wasn’t going to attempt to get any of her love without a glove on.

“Better not!”

“Wanna taste your pussy?”

“Gimme that tongue,” she instructed, then sucked it like it was a dick. Pounding my fingers inside of her, I brought Rasheeda to her first orgasm of the evening. As she came, she sucked my tongue like she was trying to swallow it, then released it when her orgasm subsided. She fell back on the couch, panting.

“You sure you don’t eat a little pussy on the side,” I mumbled, turned on by how ravenously she’d sucked her pussy juice off of my tongue.

“I’d eat mine if I could get to it.”

“Get on the floor so I can fuck it!” I ordered as I stood up.

“Don’t you want me to suck that dick, baby?” she asked, giving me a sexy smile.

“That’ll work,” I replied, sitting down on the couch and spreading my legs as far as I could.

Rasheeda got on all fours and licked the insides of my thighs, getting closer to my dick with each repetition.

“You know you’re teasing the fuck out of me?” I said through gritted teeth.

Her answer was biting down hard on my inner thigh. Sucking in my breath, I tried to move away, but she stayed locked on. After leaving a passion mark, she began to sloppily lap at my balls, making them bounce.

“That’s it, baby! That’s it!” I yelled out as she finally began to give some oral attention to my dick, which had begun to drip that salty, yet curiously sweet stuff. Licking up the shaft, Rasheeda got a little taste before making my dick disappear with her humongous lips. Deep-throating, she held her head still.

“Don’t play, baby. Get the dick,” I pleaded, urging her to suck it.

Rasheeda finally took her mouth off my dick, leaving a trail of saliva on it. She laughed sexily from the depths of her belly. Grabbing her by the wrists, I snatched the gym bag off the floor and pulled her into her bedroom. Pushing her against the wall, I ripped the top of her teddy down to her belly and held her by her shoulders as I licked her titties. I fed on them, greedily, hungrily. I was nasty. So very nasty, I thought, tossing the bag of tricks onto the bed. Slobbering on her forty-inch D cups, I took each nipple into my mouth and sucked.

“Oh . . . God!” Rasheeda yelled as I attempted to swallow her juicy titties. She begged, wanting me to bury my rock-hard tool inside her and fuck her standing up against the wall.

I dipped two fingers inside her pussy and rubbed my thumb on her clit. “Bring it here,” I told her, stepping away from the wall and pulling her along. Slamming my hand savagely and repeatedly inside her, I fingered her in the middle of the floor.

“Oh,” she moaned, then slid to the floor in a sitting position as I continued to finger her.

“Get up!” I ordered, but Rasheeda just stared at me with her legs and mouth open. I was so turned on by her wetness and reaction, I snatched her up by the arm and threw her on the bed. Monster was as hard as platinum and I was gonna make her beg for him.

Reaching in the bag, I pulled out a bottle of baby oil. Popping the cap, I liberally sloshed oil on her booty, asshole, and punany. She squirmed as the cool slickness hit her body. Turned on even more, I spread the oil evenly on her ass, and slapped her right booty cheek with a resounding slap. To my surprise, Rasheeda arched her ass in the air without protest. My hand whooshed through the air again with greater force on her left cheek.

“Ooooohhhhhhh,” she sang, slowly rotating her hips.

“Is that right?” I asked, tapping that booty again.

“A bitch might like a little pain,” she replied, lifting her hips, signaling she wanted some more.

“Is that a fact? I got some more tricks for you then. Didn’t know I was dealing with a closet freak. But a brotha came prepared,” I told her, reaching back into my bag and pulling out my anal starter kit. Rasheeda was an anal virgin and had run scared every time my dick got anywhere near her ass.

“What’s that!” Rasheeda blurted.

Ignoring her, I applied a liberal amount of oil to the four-inch anal vibrator, then turned it on low. Slowly, I rubbed the tip of it up and down her asshole.

“Don’t . . .” she began, then contradicted herself. Wiggling her ass and warming up to the probe, she moaned and nodded. “Ready?” I gently inserted the toy in her ass and worked it all the way in.

Rasheeda buried her face into the pillow, and gripped its edges. Moving her delicious chocolate in rhythm with the vibrator, she loosened up.

“This tight ass of yours is getting something it never had before. Didn’t know you would like it, did you?” I asked, as I slowly stroked her with the toy.

Rasheeda didn’t respond, just continued to muffle her pleasurable cries with the pillow. Reaching back into my bag of tricks I pulled out a seven-inch vibrator and turned it on. She was oblivious to the new toy until I pushed the tip of it against her engorged clit.

“Euftis!” Rasheeda blurted out, lifting her head up as far as she could.

“It’s okay, baby. It’s okay,” I coaxed, slowly inserting the vibrator inside of her pussy. No lube was required. She was dripping wet. “Daddy is just gonna fuck both your holes real good,” I said, soothing her again as I began fucking her with both toys.

“Ooooohhhhhhh . . .” she moaned.

“Yes, baby. Give it to Daddy.”

“Oooohhhhh,” she yelled out as her body began to shake. She was cumming.

“Yessssssssssssssss . . . that’s it. That’s it!” I said as I tossed the toys on the floor, and buried my face between her legs.

I flicked the tip of my tongue across her vagina.

“What are you doing to me!” she exclaimed, gripping my head.

“Spelling . . . my . . . name,” I told her innocently.

“Oh shit!”

“See . . . watch,” I told her as my tongue drew an E on her pussy.

Rasheeda trembled when I tongued a U. Twitched after the F. Bucked when I crossed the T. Shivered from the I. Came when I snaked an S between her slit.

Suddenly Rasheeda turned the tables on me.

“Whose dick is this?” she asked, grasping and holding my dick.

It ain’t yours!
I thought.

“You don’t know her,” I replied coolly.

“What?” Rasheeda was shocked. “Awwwww . . . I see a bitch is gonna have to . . .” She walked over to the nightstand at the side of the bed and retrieved a small metallic container. She got back between my legs and opened the container. A can of Altoids.

“Awwwww shit!” I exclaimed.

“Uhhhhh-huh!” she replied as she put six Altoids in her mouth and a few cubes of ice she took from a cup.

“Awwwwwww shit!”
I yelled out again.

Rasheeda attacked the dick. Holding it firmly at the base while going up and down on it at a frantic pace. Monster felt as if he was burning and freezing at the same time. I had never felt a sensation like that before and my mind fought to record everything I was feeling from my numb dick.

Rasheeda kept at it as she dripped melted ice and liquefied mint out of her mouth. It ran down the length of me, leaving hot/cold sensations on Monster as it trickled down between my legs.

“Whose dick is this?” she asked again.

I looked down and deep into her eyes before I replied, “
You don’t know her!”

Holding my dick, she inched off the bed until her knees were on the floor. Since she held my most prized possession hostage, I had no choice but to follow her. When my butt was at the edge of the bed, she got on all fours, looking up into my eyes as she prepared to suck my dick in the position where it could be done best.

She stuck her tongue out and licked my balls in an upward motion to the very tip of my love muscle. My body shuddered uncontrollably after just the first lick.

“Whose dick is this?”

“You . . . don’t . . . know . . . her!”
I grunted through gritted teeth. Monster was so hard that he pointed at the ceiling.

“Dick,” Rasheeda said simply.

I pushed the tip of Monster down until he was pointed at Rasheeda’s full lips. She rocked forward on her knees and slurped at the tip of my dick.

“Ohhhhh fuck!”

Sluuurp!
“Whose dick is this?”

“Ohhh fuck! I’m . . . gonna . . . cum . . . all ova ya face . . .” I breathed, warning her.

Sluuuurp!
“A bitch might like—”

The
second
I knew Rasheeda didn’t mind me cumming on her, Monster threw a bolt of pearl white lightning onto her face.

“Uuugghh!” I groaned as Monster flexed.

He flexed his muscles again, casting another bolt of white lightning. Rasheeda moaned loudly as my liquid heat dripped from her face. Monster cast another bolt and her eyes snapped open.

“Damn, baby!” she exclaimed, aroused by the abundance of semen splashing on her. She cooed and took my dick back into her mouth, absorbing the rest of my liquid bolts down her throat.

I growled loudly then fell back on the bed, spent.

Rasheeda stumbled into her bathroom, laughing as she went to wash her face. The fitted sheet had been pulled off the bed and her pillows, linen, and comforter were on the floor. I didn’t have the energy to make the bed, so I got on the floor and pulled the sheet over me.

Rasheeda came out of the bathroom and straddled my body. She palmed my forehead with one hand and forced me to look up at her.

“Wanna taste your
dick,
Daddy?” she asked me enticingly.

My response was a long, sloppy kiss. Rasheeda got under the sheet behind me and hugged me around the waist. I pushed back closer to her and closed my eyes, cummed dry and ready to go to sleep.

“Euftis?”

“Yea.”

“What took you so long getting over here tonight?”

I thought about Kianna, the Gilbert Avenue ho, and grinned.

Rasheeda just didn’t know. When it came to getting a nut off, my big Monster wasn’t just grimy.

He was grimier.

THUG LOVIN’

Andrea Blackstone

“Damn, Daddy. How much longer I gotta suck this dick? How about some pussy now?My knees getting tired.”

I snickered out loud. Some whore done been in my boss’s office for the last thirty minutes, sucking that fool off like a Hoover vacuum cleaner. I’d started hearing those steady slurping sounds when I went to knock on his door to ask him a quick question, and after I found out that Mr. Nasty was getting his “head delivered on heels,” I decided to press my ear to the door and listen to the action.

I almost laughed as he started going off on her.

“Your knees tired? Standing at five foot two you should stay on your knees! If I want to be hassled over pussy I’ll call that bitch I just divorced! What kind of whore are you anyway? Who in the hell did Butch send over here? If you want that quick money I better keep feeling all tongue and no teeth. Now keep this shit rock-hard like your life depends on it! I likes my head and today I wants my head! It’s been a stressful morning. Suck up! I don’t want no used-up, loose pussy on my dick neither. I want what I want, so stop the bullshit and get down to business like you know the rules! I don’t have all damned day!”

“Don’t play so mean, Daddy. I don’t mind staying on my knees. I was just asking, that’s all,” the woman said.

“I’m not paying you a hundred and fifty dollars for conversation, I’m paying you to
suck
! Don’t stop until you suck this dick bone-dry at least twice. I paid for multiple pops, so don’t act like you forgot! Just do what you said you do, or you and Butch will both be owing me some cake. Don’t let this corner office and suit and tie fool your ass. I’m still that brotha from the hood!”

“No need to get upset, Daddy. Honey can do it. You chose right. I’m the best these D.C. streets got, and I’m worth every dime. Shit, I love my job. And right now, my job is sucking this dick some more. I want you to be as comfortable as possible, so lie back in that chair and just relax. They don’t keep my pimp’s phone ringing for nothing. I promise I’ll leave a smile on that chocolatey, handsome face. Honey just thought you might want a little variety in the mix, that’s all. Most men want me to beat around the bush before I take them ’round the world. I guess it makes them feel like they getting something extra outta the deal. Please don’t get me in trouble with Butch. He’ll beat my ass black ’n blue if you give him a bad report. You one of his best customers. I’m sorry—I’ll make it up to you real quick, Daddy.”

“Work your neck and prove it then!”

“First, I’ma kiss it real sweet and tender. Do you like that?”

“Kiss it? Young whores like you don’t know shit about shit. A man needs a good—a-a-a man needs a good—” my boss stuttered. I began hearing an extremely loud and clear slurping noise again. “Aaah—that’s better. Mmm. Mmmhmm. That’s what I’m talking about. Yes, Mommy!” He moaned slow and long. “That’s what I want! Don’t stop sucking. Aaaw shit! You
do
know what you’re doing,” he added. I could hear Honey begin to moan right along with her paying customer as she gave him a sloppy, wet blow job. My boss had one helluva sexual appetite, and this latest whore was making his cranky ass eat his own words and shoot them straight outta his black dick!

“I’m about to bust! Come closer and open your mouth, bitch! Open it wide. Drink yo daddy’s nut, Honey! Be a good girl and drink it all.”

I had no idea that my boss was so damn freaky, but now I knew the real deal. When I heard Mr. Nasty about to cum, I broke down outside his door like a tired-ass hooptie, and couldn’t manage to stay strong. My boss man’s dirty little secret had me so hot I couldn’t just stand there anymore. Instead, I pulled my ear from the door, ran into the ladies bathroom, and played with myself until my pussy lips were red and swollen.

About ten minutes later, I returned to my desk with a dripping wet and finger-sore pussy. I pretended as if I didn’t hear a damn thing, although I continued to hear muffled moans and groans for another twenty minutes. Shit, I guess that nigga did bust that second nut! Honey definitely made homeboy do a 180 and made his doubting ass a believer in her oral skills!

Not long afterward, a petite little whore opened the door and left carrying some phony package like she’d been sent to pick up something for the mailroom. About two minutes later my boss made an appearance. He glanced over my shoulder, and I fought to pretend as if I didn’t know shit. I began tapping away on the keyboard, acting as if I’d been typing an important correspondence to some high-government official the entire time.

“How’s the document coming, Yani?” he asked in a professional voice.

“Fine,” I answered. I squeezed my legs together tight like I was doing some fitness exercise on a thigh-toning machine. I knew he saw my legs quiver and make my skirt bunch up in between my gap. His whore/work/break session went down three days out of every work week, and I suspected he called the same pimp to send him different girls who were known for their various “talents.”

Hell, I didn’t know how much longer I could take keeping my horny ass in the background. The last time a paid pussy came around, she jerked him off while he was taking a conference call. The one before that brought a “co-worker” along to give him the best damn sex show a pair of high-priced hoes could offer. They both got fucked and sucked for two full hours—lucky hoes!

“Yani, your blouse is open,” my boss said. I’d forgotten to fix my clothes after I groped and licked on my fat melons in the bathroom.

“I guess you’re right. I did miss a few buttons. Oops—excuse me,” I said, flashing him a warm smile. I stuck my left hand inside of my shirt and arranged my big juicy titties in my bra before buttoning my blouse. My boss was busy taking notice and I could feel his eyes burning my cocoa skin, despite the silence. I got so nervous I buttoned it up crooked and had to start over again because of the way his eyes were wandering all over my cleavage. By my second attempt, I buttoned it correctly.

“Do you need me for anything else?” I asked, smoothing the fabric down.

“No, that’ll be all for now, except I should let you know that I’m headed out for a meeting,” he answered, still staring at my chest.

“Okay.”

“Then again, there may be something else.” My boss looked me up and down.

“Yes, sir. What is it?”

“It’s recently come to my attention that there may be some reasons that
could
justify giving you a raise,” he said. “Think of some good reasons to convince me, Ms. Parker.”

I just laughed a little and let his comment leave when he did. As soon as he walked away I squeezed my twenty-six-year-old thighs together again and grinned. The next time his fine ass flirted with me I planned to let my boss know that I’d file a
reverse
sexual harassment suit on him if he didn’t stop letting me overhear him getting down. If tongue, lips, and swaying hips was what he needed, he just shoulda asked me! I am still the baddest bitch on this block and I could’ve fucked and sucked his horny ass to complete satisfaction! I don’t mind getting on my knees to suck a dick, and getting a nice raise for it would be even better!

I took typing in high school, and it paid off rather lovely. But if the truth be known, the reason I beat out a long list of college graduates to get my job was because some wrinkled-up white man in Human Resources liked looking at me during the interview. When I realized he was getting off on my chocolate treats, I batted my eyelashes a lot and used my sex appeal to my advantage, until he offered me the job—on the spot.

Since I was all hot and bothered now, I was going to have to fight to concentrate on my work the remainder of the day. After my boss left for his meeting, I called my man, Smooth Willie, and tried to get something popping with him.

“Smooth, it’s me. I was thinking that maybe we could hook up tonight and have some fun between the sheets. It’s been a while, you know.”

“I hear you, Ma. The thing is, I can’t make it tonight.”

I sucked my teeth and sighed.

“And why would that be?” I snapped.

“I got some critical shit to take care of.”

“Again? You sure you can’t reconsider? The streets ain’t going nowhere. What I’m trying to tell you is I really need to see you. I got needs, ya know.”

“I got peeps in town on business. What’chu want me to do? I gotta make that bread.”

“Why I gotta make an appointment and get penciled in to get some dick these days? You just aren’t freaky like you used to be. I don’t turn you on no more or sumthin’, huh, Smooth? You always used to make time to break off your girl, no matter what.”

“Since you asked . . . you done picked up about ten pounds. I guess I been feeding you too good ’cause you ain’t model thin like you used to be. I luh you and all, but you just don’t hold my attention as much. But that don’t mean Smooth don’t still want you, Yani. I still got luh for you. You know you my girl.”

“Forget you, nigga! If you want skinny, get with one of your crackhead bitches! I don’t have to take your shit!” I yelled. I slammed the phone down in Smooth Willie’s ear.

I tried to calm my hot self down. Something just wasn’t right about me having all this daily tension collecting in my back. Probably because I wasn’t getting served properly at home.

After such a frustrating day at work I decided to make some solo moves. I was gonna take myself out on a date and party all night in the city—Chocolate City. I predicted there had to be at least one pretty nigga that could turn my head and give me some respect.

I’d spent enough time fucking myself at work, so I put on some tight jeans trimmed in pink that showed my butt crack; a black Las Vegas top; pink boots; and a pink rabbit fur jacket that I’d purchased on sale from Wilson’s Suede and Leather. As for the perfume, I grabbed the first thing that I could find on my dresser. Ironically, I ended up squirting on one of Smooth’s favorites, but so what!

I decided to bump and grind at one of the most popular nightspots in D.C. I paid the parking attendant, parked the car, and crossed the street armed with a sense of adventure. As I paraded by an assortment of onlookers, men stared at me like I was some strange color, like blue or green. I felt like a fuckin’ Martian who’d just touched down. At first, I didn’t know what to think.

“You see dat? That’s one phat-ass motherfucker! Gooot damn! I’d like to hit that from the back!” someone remarked.

“I’m wit you on this one—she damn sure is a dime!” another man answered, twisting up his face and making it ugly in the process.

Other men cussed at the sight of my curves and tried to hand me business cards, and some even followed behind me like a pack of wild dogs in heat. I laughed, but inside I wasn’t sure that shit was amusing. Truthfully, the ruckus I was causing on the sidewalk embarrassed me and made me wonder why Smooth Wille kept treating me like some second-class bottom bitch. Shit, maybe I had gained a little weight, but I didn’t have to be runway model thin to turn a man’s head. I thought most hood niggas like plenty of tits and ass anyway!

I ignored every comment until I heard one particular voice.

“Excuse me, sweetheart. Can I talk to you for a minute?”

I stuffed my hands inside my jacket pockets, then turned around to face the guy. He was a straight thug and I was definitely attracted to that type. His Timberland boots, baggy jeans, black North Face coat, and fresh cornrows made him look sexy as hell. But when he opened his mouth, no gold flashed from his grill. He didn’t sport a Caesar haircut, or a gold bracelet or gold chain either.

Still, I ignored his fine ass because his whole package reminded me of the nigga who had me out on a dick hunt tonight in the first place. Instead of acknowledging him, I got in line and waited to be admitted into the club. Although I liked his urban flavor, I pretended as if he did nothing for me and quickly dismissed him like a buster.

When I got inside the club I paid the cover charge and found the coat check. I roamed around the club feeling free. Although I knew that a lot of business professionals hung out at the club, I wasn’t interested in a brotha who sat in a cubicle pushing a pen for a living. All of them seemed to want to escape from their 9-to-5 worlds and were stressed out just like me.

But at the same time, I wasn’t in the mood to find a carbon copy of Smooth Willie. I had a taste for something and someone else. Someone speckled with spice, edge, and sexual openness. Someone with strong hands and a talented tongue who wasn’t ashamed to admit his love of gritty, hot sex. Someone who would tell me bluntly that he wanted to fuck the shit out of me, and make me scream each and every time we had hot sex, then hold me until dawn. But I also wanted more of something that I couldn’t quite put my finger on. When I touched that spot, I’d know my finger was laid down right on it.

As sensuous R&B beats and killer rap lyrics played, I roamed around the club and kept running into the anonymous thug, exchanging looks with him. I rolled my eyes at him with mega-attitude, convincing myself that he was probably a drug dealer or menace to society, just like my Smooth. Yep, Smooth was pushing weight up and down the East Coast. Dope was his mistress, although I had begged him to end that relationship. He always asked me how could a man with a ninth-grade education do that if he was making paper so long, he’d put my boss’s check to shame. Smooth was addicted to the hustle, and it would take a miracle to change his outlook.

As I pushed my way through the thick crowd, I felt someone gently pull at the bottom of my shoulder-length curls.

“You wanna dance?” he asked.

I looked up at him. My Thug. He was a sexy, tall ’n thick big daddy, and was holding a fat cigar in his right hand.

“Sure. Why not?” As we grooved to “Lean Wit It, Rock Wit It,” by Dem Franchize Boyz, the energy of the crowd became electrified. People were emptying champagne bottles, drinks were flowing at the bar, and women were scanning the room for ballers. The place seemed packed to its maximum capacity, and that didn’t even count the VIP room.

I noticed how the scandalous chickenheads arched their backs to make their breasts poke out and their asses appear bigger, as they whispered to their girlfriends.