Author’s note: This story is dedicated to all the men in my life doing their best, especially BM, my new sub who came up with the concept for this story and asked me to write it. Thank you for reading!
“Derrick I am sick of yo shit!”
A plate hit the wall to my left. I ducked hard as hell, she has finally lost it.
“Baby calm down it aint even like that, I don’t even know this girl!”
For a split second she wanted to believe me then picked up her phone.
“Oh you don’t know her huh then explain to me why she got a picture of you right here!”
She held her phone in my face, it was me. I remember the picture I told her dumbass not to post. My face had an emoji over it so I went for the best defense possible.
“That’s not me you can’t even see dude face!”
Pinch, zoom, shoved back in my face “That aint your stupid ass tattoo right there on your arm Derrick or some other fool got the same dumbass momma!”
“Hold up now, you aint about to get on my momma she aint been shit but good to you!”
Last ditch effort switch the reason we are mad and refocus the conversation.
“Fuck you and your momma because the WORST thing she ever did was give me yo, lyin, cheatin, no good ass!”
Ok, that was disrespectful on so many levels.
“I can’t believe I fell for yo shit again. Always ooh baby I’m sorry, and I love you never again and here I am looking like boo boo the fool!”
Double down.
“Im telling you that aint me I don’t know who this girl is, I sure as hell don’t know dude in the picture this chick lyin, this is how they get us babe. They see we got a good thing and trying to destroy it because they hating. You know it’s just me and you babe you KNOW that. Ride or die right?”
I moved in for a hug, I couldn’t see her face, she covered it with her hands after the last rant. I couldn’t tell if I was in the clear or not. I went in anyway.
SLAP
“You are stupid as hell if you think I am EVER going to let you touch me again, get yo shit and get the fuck out!”
“YOOOO! You aint have to hit me what the fuck!”
“You aint have to stick your dick in every little slut that pass your way niether, but this is life and the shit hurts get the fuck out my house!”
She started pushing me towards the door while I hurled protests on deaf ears. Nothing was going to work so I flipped it again.
“Fuck you Keysha! Always believing these hoes man I ain’t did nothing with that girl!”
Door slam
“Gimme my shit!”
I beat on the door for a few minutes looking for my shit. For my tenacity I got a shower from the second story window. My phone went flying along with handfuls of clothes. I shouted in protest but the storm continued ending with a suitcase landing on my back while I tried to pick up my sneakers.
Twenty minutes and an embarrassing pack later I slammed my car door and let my tires squeal pulling out of the neighborhood. I called the homey Church and told him to meet me at the spot, once he agreed at least I had a direction and I would get a meal. “The spot” was where we went to chill out, it was this local bbq spot run by an old man and his wife. It was a great place to sit down and re-group. I pulled up to the smell of brisket and grabbed a plate and a beer waiting for Church to arrive.
Most people think they called him “church” specifically because he had the tendency to be a little “preachy” with his opinions but I was there when he got the name and know it’s a name based on a threat. Back in the day, little J used to beat up on a kid named fish and he would always tell him “after church”, before long it just became “church” and little J had a new name. It also didn’t help that he was built like a brick shit house, the man was big as hell, like cant wear a red t-shirt or we would think he’s the kool-aid man big. He was always good people to me and one of the few partners I had left from back in the day.
I scrolled through my phone wondering whose couch I could crash on. Naturally, I would ask Church since we went way back but he got a new girl and I knew how that went. They moved in together a while back, we have been around eachother but I don’t know her like that. Last thing I need is another woman bitching at me about whatever. I tested the waters with a few “what you up to?” texts to see who bit, when Church showed up.
“What it dew, baby boi!”
He did have a knack for making me smile with his lingo while his hand came out slapping mine with his usual fervor.
“Aint shit man, just a day in the life, you eating?”
He laughed and leaned back rubbing his stomach.
“Am I eating? I ordered from the car lil bruh.”
On cue A voice called out from the shack window “Church!”
“See I’m VIP round here baby boi!”
I laughed as he did an overly dramatic shuffle dance to the window to retrieve his food. No responses on my phone, see this is why you cant love these hoes. I picked through my food listening to Church haggle for more hot sauce before he came and sat down with three plates.
“You betta not waste all that meat man you gotta get those bones!”
“Man if you don’t get out my plate with yo big ass!” I laughed pointing to his banquet.
“I’m just saying.” Was almost the last thing he said as he choked on an overfilled forkful of greens needing to correct himself sipping some tea.
“You done dying man? You know aint not one of us round here can give your big ass the heimlich I need you to be more cautious out here!”
“Man *ahem*, shut the fuck up and tell me why you got me out here, I gotta head to work in a bit.”
I exhaled and ran my fingers over my waves.
“I need to know who you know that can let me hop on a couch for a few days while I find a spot, Keysha tripping.”
“Oh KEYSHA tripping? Miss WWE, Miss Undertaker coming through with the claiborne kick with the Rick flair WHOOO!”
He was dying laughing, he looked like a bowl of jello in a versace shirt. I crossed my arms and let him get it out, I needed a favor so if it means he gets to pick on the one time she beat the crap out of my side chick then I let it go.
“Did they ever find that poor girl wig? The only bitch that needed a brazilian butt lift to surgically replace her ass! The only bitch to hold a title belt in three weight classes! The only bitch to come off the top rope with a table! The only bitch-”
“Church! Damn we get it Keysha crazy.”
He was still laughing.
“Aight, aight cool. I’m good. I promise I’m cool.”
He was in fact not cool, still wiping tears from his eyes.
“What she catch you cheating again?”
“Man naw it aint even like that I didnt even fuck the bitch she talking about she all the way tripping this time.”
He let out a howl and burst into another fit of laughter. I just sat there and stared at his big goofy ass.
“Ok, so let me get this straight.” He shoved a forkful into his mouth trying to eat while laughing.
“She accusing you of cheating, which you are because you aint shit but NOT with the bitch you getting accused of fucking?”
“Look I took a picture with this chick at that pool party and she went and posted it. Now Keysha tripping.”
He continued to chuckle picking through his food, shoving another forkful into his mouth.
“Ok, so now you need a place to crash and you ain’t wanna ask ya boy for it directly so you ask if I know somebody?” His tone suddenly became serious.
I was taken aback a bit. “Look I ain’t trying to put you out, I need to crash on a couch and you got the new fancy bougie girl at the crib so I didn’t wanna do all that.”
He waved his hand dismissing my reasons and frowning.
“Naw man, you coming to the crib she will be aight. That’s the end of that, you going to be back in Keysha bed in a week anyway.”
I spent the rest of the meal telling him what happened under constant fear he was going to choke on something. We ended up having a few beers despite his constant reminder he had to go to work. Church was always good for a quick turn up and I had to admit I did feel better about my day. We eventually ended up on the road in our respective cars heading back to his place.
I checked my phone and checked to see what Keysha was posting, so far nothing. I pretended to not care and text another girl I met online to see if I could come through after I got settled at Church place.
We pulled up and I grabbed my bag trying to downplay how much I had in the car. Church just laughed at me shaking his head.
“You gotta stop fucking up before you REALLY aint got nowhere to stay.”
“Yeah, yeah she’s just mad, I’ll be back in a week.”
He chuckled, turning the key and swinging the door open.
“Baby girl put on some clothes we got company!” He yelled into the house.
“You can crash in the extra room so you aint taking up my living space, you know what I’m sayin.”
“Yeah man, I appreciate it.” I was about to work my way to the spare room when his girl came out the back.
This woman was a certified baddie, 5’8, thick thighs, nice tits and a head full of natural hair sticking out the top of her head wrap. She wore a pair of small shorts and a tight shirt, no bra and I noticed her pierced nipples and continued scanning, I followed her legs down to her white tipped toes gliding over the carpet.How the fuck did this big fool land all this?
She wasn’t just beautiful, she was a professional type not a round the way girl like Keysha. She worked over the bank and wore suits to work, not a name tag. She walked, talked, and moved like a boss lady.
“Hey, baby.” She kept her eyes on me until she landed a kiss on Church’s lips.
Of course he gave her ass a little smack.
“You remember DaeDae right? He needs a place to crash for a bit so he’s gonna be in the extra room till he back up.” He said using an old nickname I couldn’t stand.
“Don’t do me like that.” I said pushing him as best I could with this center of gravity being so firm.
He burst into laughter.
“I remember, Derrick right. Aniya.” She stuck out her manicured hand still adorned with a diamond bracelet even though she looked ready for bed.
“Yeah don’t let this fool get it twisted.” I shook her hand.
“Aight cool, food in the fridge don’t eat all my shit I will be back in the morning I am off to work boo.”
He kissed his girl, slapped my hand once more and was out. I hiked my bag up on my shoulder and turned to go back to the room. Aniya was already in front of me giving me a solid view of her ass hanging out the bottom of her shorts. She turned around and I desperately pretended i wast staring.
“Do me a favor and don’t smoke in the house, weed or otherwise, it took me forever to get Church weed habit outdoors.”
“Yeah for sure, outside, you got it.”
“I will leave a key on the counter in the morning just in case you need to leave during the day. Towels in the closet here. You know the drill, DaeDae.”
She laughed and walked into the room leaving me standing there like some idiot. I shook my head and went into the room, closing the door behind me. I spent the next hour cleaning myself up and getting in bed, still finding my phone to be dry as hell.
Soon as I aint with nobody these hoes disappear but let me be in the house and they’re all on my shit.
I said fuck it and went to sleep. I got up the next day confused about the noises I was hearing, it took me a minute to realise I wasn’t home. The sound of a blender and soft music filled my ears. I got up and went to the bathroom seeing Aniya in the kitchen dressed for work, throwing her a good morning. She simply smiled and put a finger over her mouth telling me to be quiet before she pointed to the room and put two hands to the side of her head.
Ah, church was home and sleep and somehow my voice was louder than the blender. I nodded and went to the bathroom. When I came out after brushing my teeth she was gone, on the counter was a green concoction and a key with a little note.
“Good luck DaeDae! X”
Jesus, now he got her doing this shit.
I took a sip of the green juice and immediately poured the rest down the drain and rinsed it out. Today’s mission was to find another place to stay. Stop one, Keysha’s place.
Twenty minutes later I knocked on the door of my recently departed residence. It was still early but she had to be up. The door opened, my smile dropped as some other dude stood there in a pair of shorts and a sly grin.
“What’s good brother, you must be the ex, she in the shower come on in.”
The disrespect!My stance immediately changed as I prepared for violence, he saw and felt it putting his hands up with a smile.
“You got the wrong one, she called me here last night. I dunno what beef yall got but it aint got nothing to do with me playa.”
My blood boiled but he was right this had nothing to do with him. He put his hands down.
“See I knew you was a common sense kinda playa, come get some juice she cooked breakfast.”
No you didn’t just offer me scraps from MY bitch breakfast! I let logic go and swung. I caught him by surprise square in the nose. His head went back and I came with the left hook to his temple. In two hits he was down and out cold. My fist hurt enough that I had to take a second to shake them out. I picked up a glass of juice and left it on the floor next to his face so he would wake up and see it.
“Hey so after you done- what the fuck Derrick!”
“Nice to see you too, boo.” I looked up seeing her still in a towel halfway through rubbing lotion on her arms.
“What are you doing here?”
I came to try and figure this out but now I have leverage so I am going to make you feel guilty.
“I wanted to see if you hit that girl up and had her tell you the truth. However, I see you had other plans.”
“The fuck you mean the truth. You fucked that bitch!”
“I didn’t, if you would have asked her she would have told you we took that picture and that’s it. I knew you wouldn’t believe me so I assumed you would figure it out yourself.”
Yesssss this is working.
“Look I know I be messing up sometimes but I really didn’t this time, but it seems like you done, so aight be easy. Sorry for the mess.”
I looked her up and down one last time letting my eyes rest on hers for a moment too long and turned to leave. I made it to the door when she called out for me.
“Derrick, I swear to god if I hit this girl up and you make me look like a fool again I’m going to beat her and your ass.”
“No need, I’m sure this is what you want now. ” I said pointing at the snoring brother on the floor and walking out.
I got in the car and pulled on aggressively trying to keep my face sullen until I turned the corner where a smile crept across my face. I had her.
I spent the day chilling still looking for a new spot. It was time to reinstate the bachelor spot and prepare for the inevitable next blowup with Keysha. Surprisingly it turned out to be harder than expected and by the end of the day I still haven’t heard from Keysha.
I returned to Church place in the evening in just enough time to catch him before he went back to work for the night. I back briefed him on the day much to his enjoyment he laughed his ass off listening and rolling up a few joints. I assumed he was about to smoke one and I could have used it but instead he put them in an ashtray and handed them to me.
“I’m out Holyfield, smoke these and relax man. Try again tomorrow.” We slapped hands and he disappeared into the house calling for his lady.
I popped the top off a beer and lit one of the joints staring at my phone wondering why Keysha hasn’t hit me up yet when the sliding door opened up behind me.
“Heard you had a long day.” Aniya said coming and sitting in the chair opposite me clad in the same casual night wear she had on the day before with a tighter fitting shirt clearly outlining her breasts.
“You could say that, thanks for the green juice by the way.”
“You are welcome. You still stressing about your ex is not going to get you anywhere.”
I braced myself for a barrage of unsolicited advice taking a long hit.
“I am not stressing at all she will be back.”
Her hand came out for the joint and I passed it.
“She may be back but you ain’t never going to have her for real.” She exhaled, passing it back.
“Why would you say that? You don’t know me like that.” I tried to hide the annoyance in my voice as she chuckled.
“Oh I know you type, you aint shit Derrick, you ain’t never going to be shit either.”
I stood up offended, ready to defend myself. She simply held out her hand for the joint. I passed it to her standing there like an idiot.
“What are you gonna hit me DaeDae?”
“I really wish you wouldn’t call me that.”
“How about I call you something else?” She asked, standing up seemingly challenging me.
“Derrick works.”
“What about Daddy?” She let out a long exhale and handed the joint back.
“Excuse me?”
“You aint shit Derrick, here you are crashing at your boy place that you have known for years but you can’t help but think with your dick.”
“So what’s the plan just to insult me until I become better?”
“No, the plan is to get you to admit you aint shit, and as soon as you admit it you are going to come inside and make me call you Daddy.”
It’s a trap, don’t fall for it.
“Cute, you trying to get me and Church fucked up Yoko, I aint bout it. I will do you a favor and keep this conversation between us.”
She chuckled, “Church would never believe you. You aint shit Derrick and it’s ok its the role you play. You will get your girl back because you got good dick but you will lose her because you keep sharing it. So play your role and hand some of that dick over here.”
“You got me fucked up.” I put the joint out grabbing my phone and tried to walk past her, she stopped me placing a hand on my chest lightly.
She made eye contact sliding her hand down to the front of my sweats gripping my tool through the thick fabric.
“Just say it.” She whispered rubbing my growing erection with one hand and pressing up on me with her body grabbing my hand placing it on her ass.
“Tell me you dont want this.”
“I aint say all that, all I’m saying-”
She cut me off, slipping her hand in my sweats in between them and my boxers removing another layer between us.
“All youneed to say is Aniya I aint shit.”
I bit my lip as her thumb slid up and down in my pants. She nodded her head running her hand up my back letting me feel her nails through my shirt.
“I aint shit.”
She smiled, leaned in and kissed my neck.
“I know you aint Daddy.”
Her hand left me and she began pulling away, sliding the door open reaching back for me. She led me down the hall towards her room. I followed her through the open door as she turned around to smile at me.
“Show me what you got Daddy.”
I pushed her on the bed without a word. I got on top of her pulling the tight shirt over her head accidentally dislodging her head wrap at the same time. I pulled it off and discarded it with the shirt excited to see her pierced nipples. Sucking each nub she moaned holding my head encouraging me to do more. I removed her shorts, losing a nipple for only a moment before I was back on her. Kissing down her body I found myself between her thighs kissing around her mound teasing her. She grabbed my head with both hands turning it up towards her face, although I could only make out the contours of her lips and nose in the dark.
“I am not your girl, your girl fucking another man right now, fuck me like you mean it.”
The message was clear. I stopped teasing and dove in tasting her desire. She wanted me mad and she achieved the desired result. I licked her long enough to keep her sopping wet and foster heavy breaths. I pulled up and tossed my shirt off my friend’s bed, next came the sweats and boxers in one move. I was on my knees in bed between her thighs and she surprised me by leaning up and grabbing me with two hands, massaging my balls, stroking my cock and slobbering on the head with loud obscene slurps.
I put my hand on her head, she pushed my hand off of her and leaned back. I lowered myself and pushed inside her with the guidance of her hand. Her warm paradise hugged me, welcomed me and called for more. I pushed her legs up and immediately went for deep and hard strokes enjoying my view of her under me exposed and her hands on her tits moaning. My eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness allowing me more and more detail as she screamed for me.
“That’s that spot, right there, right there!”
I stroked harder. “Take this dick!” I growled feeling the sweat run down my chest.
I pulled out before she could finish and forced her over onto her stomach. I got on top of her pushing deep in the prone position pulling her hair as she gripped the sheets. I thought of Keysha, I thought of someone else doing this to her, I thought of the man I knocked out this morning and stroked harder.
“Fuck…beat….this pussy up Dadddyyyyyyy!”
She screamed and came under me, I ignored her thrusting deep and hard beginning to slap the exposed ass in my lap. I let her hair go and grabbed the headboard with both hands. I stroked with my full body pushing her up the bed with each stroke. I refused to give her anywhere to run, not giving up my assault to allow her to re adjust.
“Take this dick bitch!” I groaned as I unloaded inside her.
I pushed the last few strokes I could manage before I was spent. I held the headboard catching my breath feeling droplets of sweat falling off of me and landing on her back. She moaned under me moving as best she could to milk the last bits from me like I had any left.
“Mmm fuck Daddy, you needed that didnt you.”
I grunted my agreement. She rolled her hips fucking herself against my semi erect cock.
“Say it Daddy.”
I clenched my jaw trying to figure out why I felt the need to listen to this woman.
“I needed this Aniya.”
“Mmm, that’s a good boy.”
I pulled out and laid down next to her, I could see her smiling.
“When I get out of the bathroom, you and your clothes need to be back down the hall…Daddy.”
She placed a kiss on my chest and got up. I didn’t say a word, I had my own feelings brewing about this situation and grabbed my discharged clothes and bounced. I laid down staring at the ceiling just thinking to myself.
Maybe she’s right, maybe I aint shit.
I didn’t know when I fell asleep but I woke up to the blender. I got up realizing this was going to be a daily thing and buried my guilt before entering the hallway. I threw her a headnod, she replied with a wink and I walked into the bathroom. Again after cleaning up she left a note.
“Here is some breakfast, drink it this time. X”
I crumbled the note wondering how she knew I didn’t drink the last one. I tasted it, a little sweeter than last time. For some reason I still felt compelled to listen so I turned up the glass taking gulp after gulp after gulp until it was gone. I rinsed out the glass and made my way to the porch for a little morning smoke session.
I lit one of the joints Church left me and went back on the internet to hunt for places. I was starting to realize wherever I went I would need a roommate because the current market was trash. Apartment complexes were full or charging extortion like fees and I sure as hell wasn’t going to be able to buy a house, hell that’s why I moved in with Keysha in the first place.
I sighed and modified my search criteria looking for roommates. I spent the rest of the day smoking and putting out applications. Eventually the munchies caught up with me, I was too toasted to drive so delivery was my best option. I ordered wings and got an extra order just in case Church woke up or I got hungry again later. I was his guest, somehow his girl wasnt off limits but I was avoiding the fridge. I shook my head free of those thoughts and kept sending out applications until my food showed up. I sat back down on the patio and as if by cue the door slid open.
“Is that wangs I smell, you went and ordered some of the lords yard bird baby boi!”
“I knew your big ass would wake up for some wings. I ordered you some.”
We both laughed as he pulled his shirtless form out onto the patio plopping down with extreme excitement. I could tell he was still tired and had literally just woken up.
“Well I appreciate you my brother and I pray the lord bestows upon you a bounty the likes of which you have never seen. Amen, hallelujah, no spirits is stanky or whatever them pope dudes be on, bless ya!” He laughed, opening his tray seeing lemon pepper wings and a slice of bread.
I couldn’t help but laugh at him.
“That’s latin man, they catholics.” I laughed through a bite feeling my high make me more giggly than required.
“Oh, ye knoweth I fuck witheth the queens english my brother.” He spit between bites.
I laughed even harder, it was my turn to choke.
“Not the same thing man.”
“Whatever man, it’s whatever the white folks be making up. The point is I will take these wings as payment for my hospitality.”
“Agreed.” I laughed looking down at my phone with 12 missed messages.
“How’s the crib hunt going, and how your fist feel? I tell you man you and ole girl are perfect for eachother, yall can be just whipping all the ass together.” He laughed.
The messages were from potential apartments and I quickly started responding to them, noticing the one I thought was a long shot because it was an actual house, not a shared apartment, also contacted me back.
“It was going bad but I got some hits now, my fists feel fine thanks to the lovely herbal tea you provided. Thank you. Aaaaannd I ain’t heard from Keysha yet. I thought by now I would have but maybe she just stewing.”
He pulled a bare wing out of his mouth with the kind of precision one would expect from a machine.
“Well cool you got places I can see your fingers moving fast I figured it was that or you found some new thing, I am glad you focused.”
I tried to hide how those words stung a bit.
“Aaaaannnd you and Keysha gonna be right back where you left off fucking and fighting because that what yall do man its just the rollercoaster yall gon be on. It seems crazy on the outside but yall got that kind of love where fucking and fighting is yall love language. Yall just gotta chill before yall have kids, take all the fucking and the fighting to the bedroom so you dont trauamatize they ass.”
I cocked my head at him, he said all this without missing a beat with the next wing. It always caught me by surprise when Church randomly decided to open up a half sermon.
“Ain’t nobody having kids.” I said replying to my last message and putting my phone down.
“Shit you tripping, I am going to knock Aniya up the MOMENT she says she with it. Like the instant she says oh i’m ready to have a ba- BOOM ima nut just like that. That one too bad to let go and I tell you my brother the honey the good lord packed into that box of chocolate velvet is just too good not to let go.”
Fuck. Just be cool.
I waved my hand around dismissively.
“Ah I do not need to hear all that man, and while you bullshitting Keysha the one with that sweet thang that’s why she dont need to have no babies so it dont get messed up.”
This sent Church rolling.
“You obviously ain’t never fucked some pregnant pussy. You got to be prepared for it that shit will drown youuuuuuu.”
“Church my man, you ain’t gotta front aint no way some pregnant woman let your big ass on top of her!” I cackled.
“Hell naw! I aint stupid but she can sure as hell ride it and we can rub out bellies together!”
We both lost it, slapping the table and keeping the good times rolling. We finished eating and lit a joint, if it was one thing Church was good for it was a laugh. We sat there laughing and talking shit for the better part of a few hours. Eventually he ordered some more wings for the three of us and their arrival signaled her presence with us.
She played it cool as if nothing was amiss so I did the same continuing the conversation and the libations. Then she started playing, a sly wink over her wing and a suggestive thumb suck while he was laughing at a joke. I tried to ignore her but I wondered why I was on edge and she wasn’t. Was she right, he would never believe me if I told him?
“Ayoo, my man done smoked too much you off in the stars man what you thinkin bout?”
“Oh shit my bad, it’s uh.”
They were both looking at me, her with a smile, him with a bigger one but both were smiling for different reasons.
“It’s the bud man, you got that good shit got me zoning.”
“Aaahhahahahaha! Yeah boi this shit will have you passed out on the moon wondering why oxygen don’t breathe yo ass!”
He devolved into a long rant about how good his weed was and I took the pass to not think about what was nagging at my mind. She got up and cleaned up our wings while Church rambled on about some guy at work he couldn’t stand. It was hilarious, but I just wasn’t laughing as hard anymore all I could think about was his girl pussy.
I was just about to pretend I needed to lay down when he hopped up, took a few more hits, handed me the joint and exhaled his words.
“Ah shit, I’m about to be late as hell. Smoke that and get some sleep my brother you look tired. I dunno how this fool tired I’m the one at work all night he just at the house-”
He drowned out his own rant sliding the door closed. I took a few more hits and checked my phone. I had a few messages from potential roommates but were all ignored when I saw a message from Keysha.
“When you coming thru?”
I knew that was the closest thing I was going to get to an apology but of course I had to push buttons. I smiled, leaning forward and typing.
“For what?”
I picked up another joint and lit it to toast my victory when the sliding door came open once more.
“Still out here huh?”
She was just in her shirt now it was short enough that either she was wearing a thong or nothing under it, this was all a game to her.
“Im chiling why you trying to fuck with me?”
She laughed. Taking the joint from my hand.
“You got it twisted, I aint fucking with you, I am just fucking you.”
She moved my hand and sat in my lap wrapping her arms around my neck blowing smoke over my head.
“Why you creeping on Church, he don’t deserve that.”
She smiled, taking another puff, taking my hand and sliding it between her thighs confirming her lack of panties.
“It’s simple really, Church is a good guy. He’s funny, reliable, stable, has a job that makes good money and I don’t have to worry about him beating up on me or cheating on me. MY heart and my livelihood is safe with Church.”
“You got a job though, what do you need his money for?”
I tried to resist the urge to curl my fingers against her button but they moved of their own accord.
“I don’t need his money, I like the stability of it, I like that together we can save more than I can alone, but.”
She gripped my wrist and opened her legs wider encouraging me to play instead of teasing letting out a soft moan of smoke.
“But?” I asked aquesing to her demands
“But, there are two types of men in this world, good men and bad men. Bad men are terrible for you, they break your heart and drain your life away but bad men almost always have good dick. That’s why they get away with being bad men. Good men in most cases are trash in the bedroom. So I give my life, eventually my womb, and leave my last name for a good man. But save my pussy and my orgasms for a bad one to handle.”
She finished her sentence in my ear nibbling while I teased pushing my fingers inside her.
“He doesnt fuck me like you did last night, I cant remember the last time I came that hard without taking care of myself.”
My phone had vibrated a few times in my other hand already and I had all the information I needed.
“That’s a shame, because it won’t happen again.”
I stood knocking her out of my lap, she caught herself and crouched in front of me looking up at me with a smile. She dropped down to her knees slowly.
“I got a little cotton mouth but I bet I could still change your mind about that.”
I looked at my phone checking the messages Keysha sent.
“You know this pussy misses you.”
“I need that dick Daddy.”
“Stop playing games and come put a baby in me.”
Aniya’s hands went to the front of my pants. I slapped them light enough to not be harmful but hard enough to make my point.
“You had enough dick I got another delivery to make.”
She laughed standing.
“Okay then, go crawling back to the girl that kicked you out. This pussy will be ready when you get tired of the old stuff and want something new.” She walked away slapping her ass.
“You ain’t even got the good tricks yet, you’ll be back.” She grinned over her shoulder walking back to her room.
“Stop begging, it don’t look good on you!” I yelled back and walked out the front door.
I grinned in my phone and text Keysha back.
“Oh, what about that other dude you had taking care of you?”
I was just poking the bear, I knew good and well I was going over there. I loved Keysha’s kink, she seriously wanted to get pregnant. At first it freaked me out the way she talked about it, about how good she would look with a full belly and swollen tits but after a while it kind of just became normal. She wouldn’t let me cum anywhere but inside her. We talked about it once, she assured me she was being smart about it and not really risking pregnancy but then vowed the moment things were solid between us she would be asking for it for real.
I paid that last part no mind, there was no “serious” in my opinion we were just going to keep doing what we had been doing until one of us quit. That day was not tonight, I drove trying to be conscious about how high I was, which was very. I checked my phone and she sent me a message.
“You know I was just mad, he couldn’t do it like you could anyway.”
Aniyas words stuck in my head Two types of men in this world.
I text Keysha back.
“Was he a good dude though, like a boyfriend type?”
I pulled over and waited for her response. I ended up in the drive through of a fast food spot trying not to act like I was waiting but really having the munchies but I knew the truth, I wanted to know if Aniya was right.
“Why are we talking about him? Come get this!”
The message included a picture of her ass in red lace in front of her mirror.
“I am on the way to put a baby all in that, you still gotta answer my question.”
Why are you tripping just go smash that and be done with it, fuck that dude, fuck Aniyas, fuck all this mind game shit she playing and just do YOU.
My inner voice raged on through bites of a cheeseburger but I still waited for her response.
“Fine, yea he was cool, a real nice guy and all just couldn’t hold it down like you can. I need you over here. I’m keeping things nice and wet for you Daddy, I bet my milk would taste so good.”
I put my burger down mid chew and let my head fall back against the headrest.
I am a bad dude.
I sat there for about ten minutes in silence. My phone kept buzzing as she kept texting me, my high was in full force so I buried my feelings and let my body work. A moment after that decision was made I was driving again. I ended up at Keysha place anyway.
She answered the door in a robe obviously trying to cover up how frustrated she was with waiting. She beckoned me in with words about her needing me and waiting too long for me. I looked down at the spot on the floor where I left her last encounter with the so-called “good dude” and she used her fingers to direct my eyes back towards her.
She dropped the robe, she wasn’t wearing the red lace from the picture but a mesh bodysuit with no crotch, nipple clamps and a choker. These were not normal accessories for Keysha, these were new and new was all I needed to snap out of my feelings long enough to enjoy it.
“Damn Keysha what is going on here?”
She smiled, putting her hands on her hips and giving me a turn and bend so I could see the foxtail plug hanging out of her ass which had always been a forbidden zone.
“I wanted to show you I was sorry so I went and picked up a few things today, I know how much you like it when I get nasty.”
“Hell yeah, and this is primo nasty!”
She took my hand and guided me to the bedroom, I stripped leaving my clothes scattered in the hallway following the tail in front of me. She laid on the bed to the side giving me a view of her filled ass as I dropped the last of my clothing and hopped on the bed planting a kiss on her lips.
“Don’t get too excited, nothing else is going up my ass tonight. I am still new to this.”
I kissed her again, her hands cupping my face as I slightly pulled the chain connecting her nipples with one hand and felt the mesh against her skin with the other. She flinched and bit my lip in return transferring some of her own arousal and pain to me. I pulled harder, she let go of my lip and bit my neck hard. I liked this game.
I rolled onto my back bringing her on top of me, allowing the few candles she lit danced the reflections of flames across her skin. She grabbed my dick at the base and squeezed.
“Every drop of cum you can give me is going in this pussy tonight.”
I smiled.
“Every drop you earn.”
She let go and turned around putting her ass in my lap.
“Take this tail out so I can ride this dick.”
I pulled the tail slightly then changed my mind grabbing her by the waist and picking her up and lining up my dick.
“You want this cum keep it in.”
“Fuuuuuccckkkk why you do this to me. Why did you always got me acting like a hoe for you Daddy?”
She moaned sliding down my shaft taking it all in and beginning to rock back and forth getting used to the sensations.
“So you can be my baby momma” I groaned, sitting up and grabbing her breasts from behind, planting kisses on her neck saying exactly what I knew would hit her buttons.
“You want me to have your baby?”
“You be a lady in these streets and a hoe in these sheets you can have my baby.”
She bounced harder forcing me to lean back down so she had room to throw her ass around.
“I’ll be a good hoe for you Daddy, I promise, whatever you want baby I’ll do it just give me a baby!”
Her pitch raised an octave as she bounced, no longer caring that her ass was full. I loved watching her drop down, come right back up, down again roll her hips, go up halfway and slam down hard. She was toying with my dick but looking for the spot she needed.
“Whatever I want?”
“Yessssssss whatever you want I promise. Fuck my ass if you want!”
I slapped it making sure she didn’t stop to fulfill that promise, I had no interest in it at the moment. I grabbed her once more and turned her over face down ass up and pulled the plug out of her ass. It was bigger than I thought it would be, I was impressed. She reached back and spread her asscheecks preparing for her first invasion but I slid my dick up and down her wet pussy. I pushed in and started spanking her.
“Never give my pussy up again!”
I yelled as I deep stroked with some force and slapped her ass.
“I wont Daddy!!!!”
“This pussy is mine!”
“It’s all yours Daddy all yours I promise!”
“You my baby momma?”
“YESSSSS!!!”
Her voice cut off and her body tensed. I asked again knowing full well she couldn’t speak.
“ARE YOU MY BABY MOMMA!”
Her mouth was open, no sound came out, her fingers gripped the sheets, her head tried to nod the answer but I kept forcing my dick into that spot she loved so much. Her orgasm let her go with a deep inhale and moans.
“Fuck yessss Daddy I am your baby momma, your good hoe, this pussy is all yours cum in me!”
She was over the edge, all her vocabulary from this point on was going to be reduced to a few words, mostly in the order of.
“Cum in me Daddy please!”
I grabbed her hips and picked up the pace but not going as deep. I kept slapping her ass while she begged for cum and I knew it wouldn’t take much longer. She reached back with one hand and started fingering her backdoor forcing her to squeeze her pussy around my dick. It was all I could bear and began to paint her walls.
“”Yes yes yes yes Daddy all of it!”
She celebrated like a horny junkie rolling her hips and attempting to keep me deep inside her. She began to lay down and take me with her, she wanted my dick to stay in as long as possible so she took my weight on her back until I shrunk enough to fall out.
“Fuck that was so good.”
She moaned after I rolled over and she had one hand planted firmly on her pussy to prevent leakage. We kissed letting the afterglow spark more passion between us. We werent just fucking we had a connection.
“Yes it was.” I whispered into her mouth.
“How long till you can do it again?”
I smiled. “Gimmie fifteen and some water.”
We spent the rest of the night going at it like rabbits. As we laid there exhausted and panting drifting in and out of sleep I told myself it was time to be a good guy with good dick.
The next morning I sat at the table eating the breakfast prepared for me scrolling through my phone looking at the responses I got from the potential roommates. I hadn’t told her yet I wasn’t moving back in and that was not going to be the bubble that burst this morning. I can be a good guy and still keep secrets right?
She came swaying in the room, her robe flowing against the knot in the middle with her hair still wrapped in a towel. She moved one hand and sat in my lap planting a kiss on my lips.
“You like your breakfast?”
“I do thank you.” I smiled, giving her another kiss.
“Good, it’s good to have you back eating like you supposed to. You were only gone a few days and you got all skinny.”
I laughed at her as she got up rattling off the errands she needed to run today and asking me if I needed her to handle anything. I politely declined and told her I had my own errands to run. She casually mentioned me needing a job and just like that we were back to normal. I basked in it yeah I guess I need to get a job and a place.
“You right, I’ll see if Church job hiring on the night shift. It’s good money and I will be out of your hair all day.”
She froze and turned around, cocking her head to the side.
“Who are you and what did you do with my baby daddy?”
I chuckled.
“I am right here just trying to do better is all.”
“Damn, I should have worn that outfit a year ago. I might have a ring and a baby by now.”
“Ha ha ha yeah yeah. Get dressed before you are late.”
Several kisses later she was on her way late to work with a nice red welt on her ass from the constant spankings. I hit up Church about the job knowing by now he would most likely be asleep and would answer me later.
I didn’t have my clothes so I had to dress in what I wore last night and head back to Church place. Luckily they left a door open for me and I got in and started changing. I didn’t even hear the door behind me open, I only heard it click closed.
“Oh what the fuck!”
I jumped around.
“Shhh with your loud ass Church sleep.”
She was dressed for work in a flowing dress that was almost too casual for a bank but topped it off with a blazer.
“What the fuck do you want woman?”
“You fuck her this morning?”
“What?” I asked, now painfully aware I was in my boxers.
“SHHHH! Did-you-fuck-her-this-morning?”
“No I didn’t, are you happy?”
“Yes, I need you ready to go. I don’t want you pushing rope.”
“Girl, I told you I am done with you!”
“That’s fine, be done with me.” She walked up to me sliding her hand around my back and pulling me to her.
“It was fun while it lasted I suppose.”
She kissed me, like really kissed me. My hand found her hip as our heads turned and tongues danced. Her hand traced a line directly to my tented boxers, putting her hand in and stroking it. She rubbed her thumb over the tip, collected the precum and broke the kiss. She stayed inches from my face maintaining eye contact as she sucked my precum off her thumb. I felt her move my hand under her dress and feel how soaked she was. I took her cue and tasted it, savoring it on my lips for a moment.
“You know where I live when you are ready.”
What are you doing man fuck this nasty bitch!
Before I could open my mouth and say whatever she wanted to say she walked out. I sat on the bed hard as a missile and all kind of bothered. I took some time to compose myself and got dressed. The first house on the list was from someone named Jerry, I loved the house and the space I would get but I was suspicious about the rent price so needed to meet to verify. Jerry seemed cool through email, direct and concise about what was expected to prevent any misunderstandings.
I hopped in the car and began my way to meet Jerry after confirming he was ready to meet. It was a relatively short drive which was good. I didn’t need to drive half way across the city to go see Keysha. The house was nicer in person. I knocked on the door and a woman answered.
“Uh hi, I am looking for Jerry?”
“Darius I presume, come on in.” She said, stepping out of the way.
I walked in, she pointed towards a table in the dining room.
Following her finger I sat where there were papers already present. I saw the lease agreement and a few documents I did not understand. When I looked up the woman who had dyed her straight hair blonde sat down. She was taller that Keysha and slimmer but she had a vibe I couldn’t quite place.
“So actually it’s Jerri, I apologize for misleading you. If you are uncomfortable having a female for a roommate or anything like that I am sorry for wasting your time. I just changed the name online to filter out some of the would be weirdos.”
“Oh wow, I guess that makes sense and no I have no issues nice to meet you Jerri.”
Be professional, just keep it cool. But did you see those legs under that skirt good laud!
She was dressed like a tv housewife with a dress that stopped above the knee and laid her arms bare. She even wore a set of pearls, at least a few years older than me and obviously some kind of professional.
“Ok so in that case let’s talk, I have a single room available with a guest room upstairs. We will walk up there in a moment. The guest room is furnished, the spare room is not. There are two bathrooms upstairs so effectively the entire upstairs and one parking spot is rental space and we share common areas.”
“See that doesnt make sense for the price you are asking for. I saw a lot of people applying for this place.”
She is a psycho, that’s why she ran everyone off.
“How about I walk you around upstairs first and then we talk about why I have rejected a lot of applicants.”
“That’s fair.”
Her pumps knocked on the hardwood floor as she began to show me around the house. The shared common areas were nice and furnished so nicely it made everyone else I knew stuff look cheap. I occasionally glanced down at her pert ass swaying in front of me while I got the grand tour.
We made it upstairs as she showed me the room that would potentially be mine. It was larger than Keysha’s room. She would love the space but hate the roommate situation. I moved past those thoughts wondering if I would even get this place anyway.
“So there is the house as a whole, what do you think?”
She led me to a couch in the hallway upstairs for when you wanted to sit in the hallway for whatever reason. It was a two seater so we were fairly close as she looked at her hands in her lap trying to come up with what she wanted to say.
“So the reason the house is priced so low for a roommate is because I don’t actually need a roommate.”
“Excuse me?”
I was getting frustrated that I just wasted an application fee and a trip over here. She put up her hands.
“What I mean is I can afford this place on my own. I dont need a roommate. See my husband passed away and ever since I have been well lonely. So what I need is companionship.”
She said all this looking away and met my eyes with the word companionship. I was beyond confused.
“You need a friend, so you are renting out a room?”
She fidgeted and licked her lips.
“Not quite. I would prefer the companionship of a man, a young man.”
I raised my eyebrows.
“You want a boyfriend?”
She laughed.
“Oh no, not at all. I would hold no relationship attachments, simply physical ones. To put it plainly I need a man that can live here and take care of my more sexual desires when I need him too.”
“So thats the catch, If I wanna live in this bomb ass house I need to be ready to fuck you when ever you like?”
I mean Keysha don’t need to know that part
She turned in her seat facing away from me pulling her hair out of the way revealing a zipper on the back of her dress. She reached back and pointed at it. My hand moved for it Yeah do this, knock the dust off that pussy. I unzipped her.
She turned back facing me.
“I am not asking for you to hold any relationship ties with me. Simply satisfy my physical needs. You can continue to date, even bring your significant other here if you like and I will act as nothing is going on. As long as my needs are met we are square. I turned away all those others because none were handsome and showed me that they could handle satisfying me.”
She stood and let one shoulder out of her dress at a time holding it to her breasts then pulling it down revealing her nudity. She was a thin woman with smaller breasts than Keysha and Aniya but her body was by far the most commanding. She stood with one leg to the side in her black pumps and pearls baring her tiny tuft of hair.
“The catch is you first need to prove you can satisfy a real woman. If you can, the choice is yours on if you accept my proposal or not. If you can’t, you will be dismissed.”
My phone vibrated and I looked down, it was from Church.
“I doubt I will be dismissed.”
“To the guest room then.”
When she turned around I opened the message following behind her.
“Ayo baby boi! I am glad you are taking your relationship seriously and starting to get your shit together. Of course I can get you the job come by later tonight I’m off and we can work it all out. Now remember to keep your dick in your pants! Peace”
I closed the message and the door behind me.
xx
Belle