Cairo: Daddy Long Stroke

Cherry pulls up to the curb in her Jag. The top’s down, and she’s lookin’ like a million bucks. I toss my bag in the backseat, openin’ the door. I get in, then lean in and kiss her on the lips. Slide her some tongue.

“What’s good, pretty baby?”

“You,” she says, grinnin’. She’s wearin’ a short denim skirt, showin’ her smooth thighs. “It’s good to see you.”

“It’s good seein’ you, too. You got on panties?”

“Nope,” she says, pullin’ off.

I lean over, kissin’ her on the neck as I slide my hand between her thighs and start caressin’ her clit. She moans. “OhmyGod, you’re gonna make me have an accident.”

“Relax, baby. I got this. You just keep ya eyes on the road and drive.” She relaxes, lets her legs open wider, moanin’ as I slip my fingers into her pussy. “Yeah, baby. I’ma get this pussy nice ’n wet.”

“Oooh…aaah, shit,” she moans, swervin’ on the otherside of the highway, “you’re gonna make me cum.”

“Yeah, baby…nut all over my fingers. You want me to put this hard-ass dick in you.”

She swerves again. “Aaah, aaah…yes…”

“What’s my name, baby?”

She presses her foot down on the accelerator. She’s hittin’ ninety. “Aaaaaaah…aaah…I’m cummin’…”

“What’s my name?” I ask, pumpin’ two fingers into her wetness while usin’ my thumb to flick her clit.

She starts to shake, clutchin’ the steerin’ wheel. She’s doin’ a hunnid. “Aaaah…Daddy Long Stroke…aaah, shit…I’m cummin’.”

She screams and zigzags her whip in and outta traffic as she nuts. I pull out my hand, bring my sticky fingers to my lips, smell her cunt juice, then slip ’em into my mouth. “Damn, baby, you taste good,” I say, slurpin’ her syrup up. I grab my hard dick. “Fuck! I can’t wait to get you back to the crib, so I can beat that ass up wit’ this heavy-ass dick.”

She smiles, reachin’ over and rubbin’ my bulge. “And this is exactly what I need, baby.”

Yo, ya’ll can look at me any kinda way you want. But be clear. Don’t hate the player, baby. I didn’t make the game. I made the rules, my rules. To serve a ho this dick and rock her box ’til she stutters and forgets her name; to run this tongue all up in her pussy and ass ’til she tosses me the keys to her whip, begs me to move in, lines a nigga’s pockets wit’ paper, and the list goes on— one stroke, one slurp, at a muthafuckin’ time. And if a bitch gets all caught up, then that shit’s on her; she gets what she gets. But no matter what, I’ma do me. Still fuckin’, still nuttin’, still makin’ the bitches hot and the pussies pop ’cause I’m Daddy Long Stroke, muhfuckas…don’t forget it!

Cairo is the author of The Man Handler and The Kat Trap . He resides in New Jersey, where he is working on his next literary creation, Deep Throat Diva. His travels to Egypt are what inspired his pen name. You can email him at: cairo2u@verizon.net. Or visit him at www.myspace.com/cairo2u, www.facebook.com/CairoBlack, or www.blackplanet.com/cairo2u.

You ready to cum? Imagine this: A pretty bitch down on her knees with a pair of soft, full lips wrapped around the head of your dick. A hot, wet tongue twirling all over it, then gliding up and down your shaft, wetting that joint up real slippery-like, then lapping at your balls; lightly licking your asshole. Mmmm, I’m using my tongue in places that will get you dizzy, urging you to give me your hot, creamy, nut. Mmmmm, baby…you think you ready? If so, sit back, lie back, relax and let the Deep Throat Diva rock your cock, gargle your balls, and suck you straight to heaven.

I reread the ad, make sure it conveys exactly what I want, need, it to say, then press the Publish tab. “There,” I say aloud, glancing around my bedroom, then looking down at my left hand. “Let’s see how many responses I get, this time.”

Ummm, wait…before I say anything else. I already know some of you uptight bitches are already shaking your heads and rolling your eyes. So I know that what I’m about to tell ya’ll is going to make some of you disgusted, and that’s fine by me. It is what it is. And I know there’s also going to be a bunch of you closeted, freaky bitches who are going to turn your noses up and twist up your lips, but secretly race to get home ’cause you just as nasty as I am. Hell, some of you are probably down on your knees as I speak, or maybe finishing up pulling a dick from out of your throats, or removing strands of pubic hair from in between your teeth. And that’s fine by me as well. Do you, boo. But, let me say this: Don’t any of you self-righteous hoes judge me.

So here goes. See. I have a man—dark chocolate, dreamy-eyed, sculpted and every woman’s dream—who’s been in incarcerated for four years, and he’s releasing from prison in less than nine months. And, yes , I’m excited and nervous and almost scared to death—you’ll know why in a minute. Annnywaaaay, not only is he a sexy-ass motherfucker, he knows how to grind, and stack paper. And he is a splendid lover. My God! His dick and tongue game can make a woman forget her name. And all the chicks who know him either want him, or want him back. And they’ll do anything they can to try to disrupt my flow. Hating-ass hoes!

Nevertheless, he’s coming home to me. The collect calls, the long drives, the endless nights of sexless sleep have taken a toll on me, and will all be over very soon. Between the letters, visits and keeping money on his books, I’ve been holding him down, faithfully. And I’ve kept my promise to him to not fuck any other niggas. I’ve kept this pussy tight for him. And it’s been hard, really hard—no, no, hard isn’t an accurate description of the agony I’ve had to bear not being fucked for over four years. It’s been excruciating!

But I love Jasper, so I’ve made the sacrifice. For him, for us! Still, I have missed him immensely. And I need him so bad. My pussy needs him, aches for the width of his nine-inch, veiny dick thrusting in and out of it. It misses the long, deep strokes of his thick tongue caressing my clit and its lower lips. I miss lying in his arms, of being held and caressed. But I have held out; denied any other niggas the privilege— and pleasure—of fucking this sweet, wet hole.

The problem is: Though I haven’t been riding down on anything stiff, I’ve been doing a little anonymous dick sucking on the side from time-to-time—and, every now and then, getting my pussy ate—to take the edge off. Okay, okay, I’m lying. I’ve been sucking a lot of dick. But it wasn’t supposed to be this way. I wasn’t supposed to become hooked on the shit as if it were crack. But, I have. And I am.

Truth be told. It started out as inquisitiveness. I was bored. I was lonely. I was fucking horny. And tired of sucking and fucking dildos, pretending they were Jasper’s dick. So I went on Nastyfreaks4u.com, a new website that’s been around for about two years or so. About a year ago, I had overheard one of the regulars who gets her hair done down at my salon talking about a site where men and women post amateur sex videos, similar to that on Xtube, and also place sex ads. So out of curiosity, I went onto their site, browsed around on it for almost a week before deciding to become a member and place my very own personal ad. I honestly wasn’t expecting anything to come of it. And a part of me had hoped nothing would. But, lo and behold, my email became flooded with requests. And I responded back. I told myself that I’d do it one time, only. But once turned into twice, then twice became three more times, and now—a year-and-a-half later, I’m logged on again —still telling myself that this time will be the last time.