by
Gemifem
Aiight so excuse me if I was selfish. I mean I was spoiled. Moms and Pops had always given me everything I wanted, including that sweet ass little Acura C-S for my sweet sixteen six years ago, with the signature license plate: "SPOYLD1." Gangstah right? Anyway, I’m riding around town in my new Mercedes-Benz 500 S Class… Hell Yeah, thanks Daddy! Anyway, I’m riding around downtown New York when I get a page from my wifey. The message reads, "Hey Kia, I was thinking about you and I miss you a lot…Meet me at 4:30? You know the place…I’m waiting…Wet and Ready, Nina."

God Damn! That girl knows how to start me up wit a damn page… Wet and ready huh? I was feeling that. I glance at the clock nestled beautifully on the dashboard. It was 3:45, and I was about a fifteen-minute drive away from where Dana lived, in the Bronx.

"Man Nina, why you got to do this shit to me now, got me waiting and shit." I verbalized to no one in particular.

I could feel the hair stand up on the back of my neck and the urgency in the pit of my stomach. She always had this affect on me, even since I had first met her. See I’m not your ordinary stud- don’t get me wrong I’m a stud to the fullest muh’fuckin degree, but due to my only child, rich parent having lifestyle, people refer to me as prissy… or as Cam’ Ron would say "rotten and rich." I don’t deny that shit though. I am. Therefore, I am picky about the type of femmes I really allow myself to mess with, which leads to a lot of meaningless fucks…if you know what I mean. Moreover, I have no problem getting females to pay me attention.

So anyway, me and my boi Jay are in this club around the way, I think it’s called the "Her-She Bar" or some shit and I see this girl- I mean woman, and I’m immediately floored.

I turn to Jay and whisper in her ear, "Aye, yo. You see hunni over there in the tight jeans?"

Okay, so the question was a bit evasive… every hunni in there had on tight jeans. But Jay knew who I was talking about.

"Yeah boi, I was bout to ask you if you saw slim too… God Damn!" She replied without ever taking her eyes off our object of desire.

Shorty was looking MADD good in those tight jeans, you know the kind that like sit on your hips and leave lots to the imagination? She was the color of warm caramel all buttery brown with hazel grey eyes and long black hair that cascaded down her naked back except for the lone strap supporting that halter and a tattoo which I couldn’t make out from the distance. She sat at a table with a few girlfriends who were equally beautiful but they didn’t have what I wanted, she did.

I immediately checked myself over making sure I was up to par. I wanted to impress this woman, and I didn’t exactly know why.

"Aye yo Jay, how I look?" I asked anxiously. She rolled her eyes and replied, "Man you know you look good wit your ole prissy ass. And since when have you started doubting it? Get tha fuck outta here and go talk to that girl."

Now before I move on let me tell you about Jay. She’s your classic stud. Nothing "prissy" about her. She’s dreds, wife beater, basketball shorts, Jordan’s and a smile. While it took me an hour to get ready to go out, it took her a mere fifteen minutes. This was my boi till the end and we had been through so much together and she told me all the time about my (as she would say) "pretti boy ho-ish ways." But she too was a playa up until she met her wifey Lisa. She was just trying to get her boi to settle down too. Cool I understood that. But I wasn’t ever ready until now, in this club.

I walked over to the table where Nina was sitting and introduced myself.

"How are you ladies doing, I’m Kia." they all smiled politely looking anxious for my interest to be in them, all except Nina. I turned to her and asked, "And how are you doing?" She turned around and looked me dead in the eye, then let her eyes run down my body sizing me up. She smiled coldly, "I was doing just fine."

Aiight, I thought, so this ones going to be tougher than I thought. I’m up for the challenge. I smiled back sarcastically, "Well can I talk to you for a minute Ms. Thang?"

"Well the name is Ms. Nina. And what if I said no, you couldn’t talk to me?"

I’d say you were a bitch. And normally I’d make some snide comment and walk away, cuz I don’t deal with bitches. But you’re gonna be my bitch… that thought made me laugh aloud.

"Oh is something funny, Kia?" She dragged out my name as if it was a waste of her breath and energy.

"Naw it’s cool." I said coolly. "But if you said no, I’d just ask again. Are you saying no?"

She took a sip of her drink and looked out into space as if it were a battle to decide whether we could talk or not. Finally, she turned to me and said, "Where’s your car?"

Whoa! Didn’t expect that one. "It’s umm, umm" I stuttered horribly, I really couldn’t remember.

"Well where is it?" She was getting impatient. The irritated undertone of her voice totally dissolved my selective amnesia.

"Oh it’s out front ummm row C… you know?"

"Yeah I know… I’ll meet you there in 10 minutes-exactly ten. What
kind of car is it?"

I knew I liked her… "Oh yeah, it’s the silver 500."

"Oh a Benz Boi are we?" she smiled "Ten all right? Don’t be late." She turned and continued to conversate with her friends, never once looking back.

I walked over to Jay who was at the bar sipping on a dark glass of Hennessey. She smiled when she saw me coming, "yo she gave you a hard time didn’t she?"

I hopped up onto the barstool next to her. "Man you know it. She was off the straight disgusted mode yo." I grinned devilishly, "But she gave in."

Jay’s eyes widened, "Oh word?" She cracked a smile. ‘What she say man?"

"She was just like meet her at my car in ten minutes." I looked casually over to her table and noticed she was headed toward a bathroom located in a dark corner. I glanced at my watch. It had been a mere seven minutes, but I didn’t want to wait any longer. I turned to Jay who was shaking her head.

"Aiight pretty boi, make your move." She laughed and shook her head again.

"Jay, yo, I owe you." I stood up and smoothed the wrinkles in my jeans, and wondered cautiously what I was getting myself into as I walked out the club and to my car. I opened the car door and sat down in the driver’s seat. I could feel the hair on my neck stand up. This girl was sexy as all hell, but she was strange, cold and mysterious, and I was curious. I was anxious I mean this broad was bangin’ she had it all and I wanted it. But she had me nervous, what the hell was I getting myself into? I mean the way she was acting earlier she could be crazy for all I knew. But it had been a while since I’d had any so I frankly couldn’t care. Plus I knew that this girl, as crazy as she seemed had staying power.

*tap, tap* I looked up. There Nina was standing on the passenger side of the car tapping lightly on the window. I sat up and hit the lock.

"Okay, just drive." She ordered.

I smiled cockily and said, "Where to Ms. Thang?" I pulled away from the bar and she grinned, "Wakefield."

What the hell? She wanted me to take her ass to a train station? But I drove in the direction anyway. She smiled seductively, reached over, and placed a hand on my leg. Chills ran up my spine as I thought about her wrapping her long legs around my neck and grabbing my fresh cornrows guiding my head where she pleased.

"I like you; you’re cocky, but obedient." She ran her hand further up my thigh. "We’ll see how obedient." She took one of my hands from the steering wheel, placed something she had pulled from her purse in it, and closed my hand around it. Still holding my hand, she leaned over and whispered in my ear.

"You know, I wanted you before you even walked over to talk to me. But you’re just not my style, too cocky." She slowly licked my fingers as I tightly gripped her little gift. I could feel myself become wetter with every word that left her full lips. She finally sat back in her seat and looked out of the window, leaving me to explore this little "gift." I opened my hand to reveal a black, satin thong, wet with the juices of her yearning body. I lifted them to my nose and inhaled her sweetness. DAMN! This was bout to be good!

She turned and smiled at me, "You like that?" She started to unbutton her jeans slowly causing me to take my eyes from the road and watch her. She slid her hand down the front of her incredibly low jeans and began to stroke herself furiously. Soft moans escaped her throat and she looked me dead in my eyes.

"You want to taste me?" She asked through moans and deep breaths. I swallowed hard and felt my boxers become soaked. Damn right, I wanted to taste her. But I had to play it cool.

"I want you to sit on my face so I can make you moan louder than you making yourself." I licked my lips slowly and watched her as she removed her hands from her jeans and smiled. Without saying a word, she ran her dripping fingers across my lips. I immediately licked. Oh, shit. My clit throbbed as I thought about tasting more. She took her fingers away and greedily began to suck them clean.

I looked at the road and saw we were at Wakefield. I began to think, what could possibly be here at a deserted train station cuz I know she ain’t gonna leave a nigga hangin’ like this. I pulled over, parked the car, and turned to Nina. She was zipping her jeans and getting out.

"Aye yo! What the fuck?" I was pissed. Here I was craving some of shorty and she was leaving? I was pissed, I wanted my way and I wasn’t getting it.

"Are we upset?" She asked casually. She closed the car door and started to walk away. Shit, man! I got out of the car and followed her down the steps into the station. She turned around on the platform and smiled. Just her smile turned my annoyance into curiosity and I followed her. She looked around at the deserted station. She smiled and got on the approaching train. Without thinking, I got on it with her.

"My, My, My. Aren’t we the determined one?" She asked snidely. She walked down the train to one of those little rooms. You know the ones where the train operator be in? Yeah one of those, she went in there. How she got in, I couldn’t tell you, but I knew shorty was a pro. I followed her into the small space. Inside was one seat, like the others in the train and the control center where the driver ran the train. She turned around and pressed me up against the door. Without uttering a word, she began to kiss me, slowly at first but soon adding more tongue and speeding up. She took my hand and slid it down the front of her jeans. I was immediately, greeted by wetness.

"Damn, you’re ready aren’t you?" I asked, surprised to feel that her jeans were soaked, as well my explorative fingers.

"Shhhhhh." She replied and started to run her hands down the front of my jeans. She herself would be in for a surprise when she found out I was packing. But she wasn’t. Now this shouldn’t have surprised me, being that I already knew how adventurous she was by now, but it did. She just ran her hands down the length of my "stud hood" and smiled.

"All that for little ole’ me?" she asked innocently. Before I could answer, she turned and walked over to the extra seat in the room. I watched as she sat on the back of the seat with her back against the train window. She removed her pants and her long brown legs spread from one end of the seat to the next. Her yearning pussy glistened in the faint light from the train car and I felt my clit throb. She took two fingers, ran them down her slit, and began pumping them inside herself deep. The lustful look in her eyes begged me to come help, so I, being the gentle stud that I am, went to help.

I walked over to the seat and kneeled below her. Softly I began to kiss her inner thigh allowing myself to tongue it down and nibble it here and there. She had removed her own hands from herself and used them to control my head adding pressure where she needed. I thought to myself, cool, let her control now, because after this, she’ll be screaming my name. I looked up at her, smiled devilishly, and dove into her warmth. I purposely neglected her stiff little clit. I wanted her to beg me for it. As I twisted and contorted my tongue, I allowed it to dive in and out of Nina’s soggy abyss, then up and around her clit, aiming to drive her crazy. Every time I got close enough to lick her clit, I declined causing her to moan pleadingly.

"Pleeeease. Just Lick it!" She hissed at me.

I smiled, "Why?" I asked stubbornly. If she wanted this, shyt, she was gonna have to beg.

"Pleeeease. I need it… I need it…" She repeated softly as I teased her spot. Her legs began to tense up in anticipation. "Pleeeease, may I have it, Pleeease?" I was stunned. This indomitable woman had suddenly turned into a child. I decided that maybe now my teasing was becoming cruel. I began to flick my tongue over the top of her clit frantically causing her to buck her hips into my mouth. I felt her legs close around my head, I mean there had to be ear prints left in her thighs cause shorty was grippin. She began to move wildly around, now coming close to orgasm. I began to move in slow circles around her clit, and then molest it at top speed with my tongue. Nina’s hips began to shake wildly and she fell limp with orgasm. Her juices flowed rapidly and I tried to keep up. She was tired but I wasn’t done. I had more plans.

"Turn around and get on your knees." I demanded. (Are you all seeing where my studliness comes into play?)

She smiled a weak but lustful smile and turned over. Her knees were spread apart in the seat and her head pressed against the back of it. I relished in the gleam of her pussy. It just called out to me, her ass up in the air trembling gently. It was almost too much to take. I took the strap out of my pants and ran one finger along it. This was bout to be good.

I dragged the tip of the dildo from her clit to her pussy and stuck the head in slightly.

"You ready?" I asked.

"Yeah." She replied naively. It was that right there that made me want to just fuck the shit out of her ass.

"You sure?" I asked again. I wanted to her it in her voice.

"Yeeeeah!" she replied with more craving in her voice than innocence. I grabbed her hips with both hands and snapped back forcefully. Shoving six of ten inches inside her in one thrust.

"Oh SHIT!" she screamed. Her back caved in and she began to pant heavily.

"More! More! Daddy I want more!" Daddy? Oh shit she wanted it for real. I pumped her fast and hard, each time thrusting more inside her. I let my hands reach around and stroke her firm clit. She moaned loudly, but I could tell she was holding back.

"Say my name." I commanded as I speed up my stroke and all ten was inside.

"Kia" she whispered. Not good enough I thought. She was gonna scream it. I pulled out until only the tip remained inside. In one hard thrust I shoved all ten back inside simultaneously demanding, "Say My Name!"

"KIAAAAA!!!" she screamed. Oh shit yeah, it felt so good to hear that coming from her. I could feel her legs began to tremble and I knew she was about to cum again.

"Oh shiiiiiiit! I’m Cummmmmmin. Let me cum, let me cum!" she begged. But I wasn’t having it.

"You better hold that shit in until I tell you to." I wanted her to cum when I said to. Obediently she held on as I shoved inside and pulled on her stiff clit.

"Oh Please… can I cum now? Pleaaaaase?!" She was back to begging. It was good.

"You want to cum for me?" I asked her.

"Yesssss!" she whispered.

"All right cum for Daddy." I said, giving her permission to let go. Her legs shook violently and I had to hold her up as she came. Her body went limp and she began to whimper.

"Oh shit. That was good." She whispered. I knew it was, I had warned her. But something about seeing her there all helpless made me realize that maybe she wasn’t going to be one of my meaningless little fucks.

I smiled, "I know it was good. I told you." My signature cockiness was kicking in.

She smiled back, "I believed you."

As I pulled up to my destination I remembered that night that my wifey and I had finally met and become enraptured in one another’s spell. I parked my car, looked at the clock, and prepared myself for what was ahead. While I got out of the car, many thoughts ran through my mind as I realized how lucky I was. I had a woman to the world and a freak at home.

I smiled, smoothed my jeans and walked slowly toward Wakefield. I had a long night ahead of me.

THE END

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