Tiffany plays innocent to let her mother’s boyfriend screw her
Jayshawn stood at her bedroom door, and poked his head inside.
Tiffany’s room was relatively dark. She didn’t even have to get a good look into his eyes to sense what he was looking at. Her tank top exposed a good portion of her flat stomach and pierced belly button. Those snug fitting boy-shorts allowed him unfettered access to every inch of her naked thighs. She raised the blunt back to her lips, inhaled, said nothing, as if he wasn’t even there.
“You good up in here?” Jayshawn inched himself inside, and smoothly closed her bedroom door behind himself.
“Fuck you want, Jay?”
The room was whisper quiet outside of the headphones blasting a thug’s ether around Tiffany’s neck; Fabolous’ Soul Tapes.
“To see if you were straight. Spark a little of this green with you.” Jayshawn held a full blunt married between two fingers. When he reached for the lighter on an end table by Tiffany’s head to dance a flame over the tip, she didn’t allow him the luxury of taking one full inhale before she simultaneously extinguished her blunt, and snapped his from his lips.
“Your bitch ain’t back yet?” Tiffany slurred. She filled her lungs full of smoke, steamed his blunt to the head, and demolished mouthfuls with no regard to his elevation, only achieving her own.
“Naw, she gonna be gone for a minute. She left to go get your little brother. We good.”
Jayshawn stood on her bedside, peered down on her. A cloud of loud smoke fogged Tiffany’s light caramel features. Behind a cumulus veil of quality, she stared up at him with deadpan eyes. He would have never known it. Jayshawn was too lost on her exposed thighs spread out across the bed, her flat stomach, and her firm chest in that snug tank top to notice anything else.
“I be hearing that shit. How you and old girl be beefin’ like that. I told her she was foul for that,” Jayshawn explained like the sympathetic soul. No answer on Tiffany’s end. “You know why she be acting like that, right? She be hatin’.” Jayshawn took his seat on the edge of the bed by her feet.
“She be seeing how real hustlers sweat the shit out of you, flooding you with money, showing you hella love, and that shit be killing her. Back in her day, she used to shine like that. Having niggas slicing throats, and going broke just to get a taste of that. But not no more. Hard White, you took that from her, took her title. You claimed it. Something she could never get back. Now, you the shit. She know you…” a thorough scan over those thick, honey-colored thighs again, he licked his lips, “…way thicker than her. You got her fucked up, all day, every day. She know you way more blazing than her. So motherfucking pretty.”
Jayshawn would have never known it, but his words clicked on an internal switch in Tiffany’s head. She knew he was telling the truth. Not that she needed to hear it from his lame ass for validation, but still the truth nonetheless. Her mother had nothing on her, even in her prime.
Yeah, her mother was thick, had a fat ass, a slim waist, long, dirty blonde hair, and piercing light grey eyes, which actually appeared blue when the light hit them at the right angle, but all of her shit was bought. A body built under the knife. She’d been used and abused, washed up for years, now only notoriously known as that old white thick bitch that used to be the shit.
Tiffany was the complete opposite; prettier, thicker, younger, smarter, with almost the identical curves, except hers were tight, and au’ natural.
No one in the hood could ever boast of running through her like that. Her mother’s reputation was stained; the project THOT. That bitch had a thousand miles of flesh pipe laid down between her thighs by hood contractors all over the tri-state.
Sure, she was a pretty, thick, white bitch gangstas had to come out of their pockets for, pay a heavy bankroll to remain in her presence, but when they did, that blue-eyed, blonde white bitch was guaranteed to suck on some serious dick, take it all the way down her throat, and swallow cum, with a good chance of two and three goons running through her at the same time. On some instances, the right team, for the right price, could document it all on tape; legends of her circulated for years of gangstas pulling trains on her all night like they bought round-trip tickets on the blonde Amtrak express. The circle of hitters that had the honor of sliding up in between Tiffany’s thighs could be counted on one hand, with one finger to spare, and remain just as tight as the lips between them.
On the whole, she outmatched her mother in every department. Just the thought of it left Tiffany smoking on Jayshawn’s blunt again with a silent smile on the inside.
“You already know…” Jayshawn’s words registered again, “…that’s why she be acting like that.” He moved cautious, and reached out to rest his hand on Tiffany’s naked thigh. The second he touched her, she kicked his hand away.
“Don’t fucking touch me, you fucking dumb ass bitch!”
“Chill, Tiff. I’m sayin’ though,” Jayshawn slurred meekly. He cowered, regrouped, slowly lifted his head. “This shit right here, a ma’fucka would know how to handle this shit properly. That’s real talk right there.”
Jayshawn slowly reached for her again. She kicked his hand away for a second time, sucked her teeth, released another frustrated hiss. By the third time, Tiffany sucked her teeth for a final time, and concentrated more on devouring his blunt to herself than his weak advances.
“You know you got all of them other lil bitches out there fucked up, Tiff. That’s all day. Damn, you’s a lil sexy ass bitch. So fucking pretty, so fucking thick, and always be smelling so fucking good.”
Jayshawn leaned over, inhaled deeply, and puckered up to plant a tender peck on the face of Tiffany’s feet. He worshipped her like a goddess, kissed her feet, then gradually elevated his state of reverence higher by planting soft kisses along her ankles, shins, until he licked along the length of her lower calf. Tiffany hissed, and shoved his head away from her yet again. Jayshawn wasn’t the least bit deterred, and immediately leaned back in to plant his lips right back on her soft flesh.
“Word to ei’thang. A gangsta wouldn’t give a fuck going broke sponsoring some shit like this. This shit right here is so fucking lovely.”
Jayshawn ran his tongue up along the length of her inner right knee like her skin secreted candy. Tiffany’s shoves got lighter, her frustration faded as she concentrated on mouthfuls of smoke so huge that she choked two times trying to keep that quality in her lungs. Jayshawn placed both of his hands on her thighs, continued to plant soft pecks, and pressed his tongue harder on her flesh.
“Just say the word, Tiff, anything you want. That’s my word, I got you,” Jayshawn mumbled.
He carefully spread her thick thighs open wide.
Innocent Assassin
Jayshawn sliced his eyes up at Tiffany in a blink. The blunt remained glued between her lips. The tip steamed, glowed, fogged her features with cumulous narcotic clouds on every deep inhale. Jayshawn lodged his head so deep in between her thighs he could see clearly how her boy shorts sliced up in her secret to pronounce her cameltoe.
He slouched down to lay halfway off the bed, licked higher, closed in on her center. He inhaled deeply, could smell Tiffany’s sex, and she smelled absolutely delicious, like caramel vanilla. He spread her thighs open in complete admiration, hooked two fingers in the crotch of her boy shorts to shift them to the side, expose her, leaned in closer, and tongue kissed her silky pussy lips with a passion.
Tiffany nudged his head away with the tips of two fingers. Jayshawn didn’t budge. He stuck his tongue out, and licked a deliberate line between her moist lips. Tiffany didn’t move. She simply lay still with her lip curled into a nefarious snarl, for more reasons than one, as Jayshawn held the crotch of her panties to the side, and stuck his head in to lick and suck all over her pussy.
It took a few moments for Tiffany to soften, for the tension to wane, for her thighs to spread open a little more on their own. Her hips began to roll in lewd little circles, searching out the sensation of that soft, wet, massaging tongue, allowing it to explore her deeper. Jayshawn quickly slipped his hands underneath her ass, peeled her boy shorts down in one smooth motion, and tossed them blindly over his shoulder to leave her naked from the waist down.
He embraced Tiffany’s legs, spread her open by the back of her thighs, then licked, and greedily slurped on her pussy lips, before he used two fingers to slick back that protective layer of flesh that kept her secret hidden. Open, and totally exposed, he trapped her climatic bead right between his lips, and sucked her clit softly into his mouth.
“You’s a…real piece of fucking shit,” Tiffany slurred, exhaling a huge mouthful of smoke; fragments of passion cracked her voice.
“I…I know,” Jayshawn mumbled, still licking, still sucking, still nibbling, “I don’t know what it is. I…I just can’t help it.”
Tiffany steamed another large mouthful of that loud, cut her eyes to her six, and peered down at that head between her thighs with evil eyes. Her mother’s boyfriend’s head between her thighs. Clouds of smoke fogged her features. She held him with a perverse smirk as he sucked on her flesh and worshipped her with his tongue.
“Lick that pussy, you bitch ass motherfucka. Go head, bow down and worship me. Bless my shit. I could get you to lick my ass if I wanted to, bitch. Matter fact, lick my fucking ass. Fuck you waiting for? I said stick your tongue in my ass, fucka. All the way in my ass, bitch. Eat the groceries,” Tiffany spewed.
Jayshawn didn’t hesitate; he licked and sucked his way down her fleshy pussy lips, slurped, and gulped, and drank in every drop of her nectar, just to corkscrew his tongue all over her rosebud. Tiffany’s inhales on the blunt grew shallow.
She hissed, clenched her teeth.
Jayshawn’s probing tongue gave her a wild rim job. He gradually licked his way back up, his tongue bathing every inch between her ass crack, to stuff his tongue deep in her pussy. He penetrated it in and out of her, and French-kissed her soaked orifice with the passion of a man possessed.
“You’s a…fucking bitch. You ain’t shit,” Tiffany growled.
Jayshawn slipped two fingers in her. Tiffany released a low moan. He smoothly slid them in and out of her with a deliberate curl of his fingers to stimulate her g-spot. He pulled them out and sucked them dry.
Tiffany clutched a tight fistful of his shoulder-length, finger-thick dreads. She took one more deep inhale on that blunt with one hand, and with the other, like a thug with no respect for the lil THOT he snatched up to his lair to give him head, rubbed her pussy all over his face, until that warm sensation building up inside of her spilled out in torrents.
“Oohhh…look who got your nigga as my bitch right now, motherfucka!” Tiffany hissed, with her mind focused on violating an entity that wasn’t even there. The liquid warmth of her youth spilled out from in between her thighs, right into his mouth, and all over his lips. “I buss that shit all in your fucking face, hoe. Now lick all of that shit up, you bitch. Clean that pussy up with your tongue, until I tell you you’re done.”
Jayshawn drank in every drop that she had to offer with loud slurps and pleasurable hums, all with Tiffany reveling in pleasure that exceeded far beyond the mere physical. When she was content physically, and satisfied emotionally at what she felt was the ultimate violation of her mother’s boyfriend, Tiffany hissed, “Now get the fuck away from me, bitch. You’re done here. You dismissed!” and violently shoved his head out from in between her thighs.
It took a moment for Tiffany to catch her breath, but when she raised the blunt back to her lips again, Jayshawn quickly crawled up between her thighs, the whole lower half of his face soaked in her nectar, and positioned his dick at her entrance.
She barely had a chance to get a word out before he swiped the head of his hard dick between her fleshy folds like a credit card trying to gain access, and got approval with a throaty, “Agghhh…”
*** *** ***
“Jay, what…what the fuck is you doing?” Tiffany hurled, “Get the…fuck off me!”
With a few quick pumps, Jayshawn sunk up in her until his hips were pressed firmly against hers. His hands slipped underneath her, he instantly found her fleshy ass cheeks. He palmed them in a tight grip, and opened her up. Everything done in less than three seconds as his own ass cheeks tightened on the down stroke when he screwed himself back up in her even deeper to stuff in every one of his seven inches.
“Chill, Tiff. I…I got this. Chill, baby. I swear, I got this,” Jayshawn rambled in short pops of breath.
Jayshawn couldn’t believe it. He never got that far.
Ever!
Licking that little prissy bitch pussy, his tongue between her thighs, sucking on her pussy until she came. That was it. That little highfalutin bitch never gave up the pussy. But at the time, Tiffany felt like pure heaven underneath him.
Shit!
That pretty young bitch had liquid candy running down her ass cheeks. Enough to make Jayshawn’s mouth water for a second taste. Enough to leave a nice-sized wet spot on the bed. Enough to slide in and out of that blazing ass, tight ass, soaking ass wet pussy with pleasurable ease. When he first entered her, Tiffany grew stiff. But within just a few methodic in and out strokes, her body began to loosen, relax, accept.
“Jay…Jay, take that…shit out,” Tiffany gurgled under the weight of his strokes. “No…fucking, you…dumb motherfucka. Only your…tongue. You only get to…eat my pussy…you stupid bitch,” Tiffany added in a hiss.
Jayshawn didn’t listen, he continued fucking.
“Jay…not…your dick. Fucking…get your stupid dick… out of me.”
The bed began to rock.
“Jay…put…put a fucking…condom on. Take your…dick out, and…put a fucking…condom on.”
Her body slowly rocked underneath him to the smooth fucking he gave her.
“Chill, I ain’t gonna…I ain’t gonna…buss that shit up in you,” Jayshawn prattled, “I’ma pull out.”
He did, but not for long; that pussy was way too delicious to stay out of it for more than a second. The head of his dick kissed her lips, then he slid it all the way right back up in her, nice and deep, with an intentional screw of his waist.
“Damn! Shit!” Jayshawn sighed heavy winded, “Tiff, this pussy…this pussy is so fucking wet, so fucking tight, so fucking…blazing! I swear to blood, on my set, this the best fucking pussy I ever…” Jayshawn lost his breath. He pressed his body close to hers, fell inside love, and lifted her ass up off the bed to pull him to her to meet his every thrust.
“Jay…Jay, I’m…serious. Take that…shit out, you dumb motherfucka, and put a…condom on. Don’t…fuck me…raw. Don’t…fucking cum…in me.”
Tiffany barely moved, not that she needed to. Jayshawn pumped in and out on top of her, and fucked her something serious. He spread her legs open wider, and fed her dick that she had no choice but to swallow in deep.
“Jay, you…you stupid bitch. Are you even…listening to me? Bitch…you better not…fucking… cum…in…me,” Tiffany panted, her head bobbed with each thrust.
“Hold…hold up. I’m good. I ain’t…gonna cum. I…I got this,” Jayshawn stuttered without much thought.
He paid little attention to the words rambling from Tiffany’s lips, too lost in the depth of her warm, wet womb. She was so unbelievably tight, so exotic, so warm and wet, that he felt like his dick was being massaged in liquid silk. He caught glimpses of her out the corner of his eye. Hers were sliced heavy with lust, or loud smoke, mouth held partially agape, she mewled out a soft innocent moan every time he stuffed the length of his thick seven inches deep up in her.
Jayshawn fucked that little bombshell underneath him with the experience of a veteran; side to side, up and down, a corkscrew twist of his waist, a consistent sawing of dick to punish her with his pipe. He was trying, really trying. Secretly trying to hurt that little bitch pussy. Secretly trying to make her little ass feel it. But that lil thick, caramel-skinned, green-eyed teenage bitch, built like a big body Caddy Escalade underneath him, didn’t run from it.
Naw, not for a second.
That little bitch knew how to take dick, and she took it all in like a champ. Jayshawn fucked her even harder with the most wicked of intentions.
“Yeah you…you lil pretty ass…red bitch. Your lil ass…know how…know how to take some dick. You take that shit…deep. Yeah, you know…how to fuck. You take that shit so…so…fucking good,” Jayshawn growled, his stomach tightened from his consistent thrusting; a light film of sweat left his face shiny.
In a little over five minutes of what he considered putting in work, and what he set out to do – leave her squirming and wincing from the powerful fuck he knew he was giving her – began to backfire. No matter how hard he fucked her, no matter how wide he spread her legs, and twisted her body to slam his dick up in her, Tiffany took it.
After a strong eight minutes of fucking that pussy so viciously that the headboard pounded out a rhythmic beat against the wall with each powerful down-stroke, with Tiffany rolling her hips up to meet him, something knowing, something that allowed him to go in as deep as he could, something that swallowed him in whole like nothing, Jayshawn began to crumble under the pressure.
“Naw…Tiff, chill. Let me…fuck this…stay still…don’t move,” Jayshawn sighed pathetically. A powerful shock of electricity shot throughout his entire body. He slowed his aggressive thrusts, fought to regroup, fought to calm that ecstatic sensation rippling through every inch of him.
“Fuck you, you piece of fucking shit,” Tiffany slurred in his ear. She twisted her head to the side of his, and pierced him behind the slits of cold green eyes. “This…what you wanted, right? To fuck…your girl daughter? That’s what…you doing…fucking your girl daughter. To get…all up in me? What’s wrong, you stupid bitch? You…you can’t handle it? You can’t handle…this young, tight, wet pussy, can you?”
She squirmed underneath him, rolled her hips up to fuck him, and swallowed that soaking wet dick even though he slowed his thrusts to barely move.
“Ch…chill. Stay still. Hold up,” Jayshawn whined. Regroup. He tried. Damn! Attempted to pull out, couldn’t. Didn’t want to. Felt too good. Still. Had to do something, anything, to calm that tingling sensation consuming him.
“You ain’t think I can take, and handle, this dick? My man dick way bigger than yours, and I take…all of it. I swallow my man dick…in this pussy…all night. This dick…this dick ain’t…doing nothing. You think you can…hurt this pussy? You can’t do shit, bitch.”
“Tiff…chill…damn, chill…”
“Motherfucka, you ain’t…nothing but a bitch.”
“Tiff…hold up…”
“Say it. I wanna hear you…say that shit, motherfucka,” Tiffany growled, she squirmed underneath him even more, and squeezed her pussy muscles around his shaft deep inside her like a clamp. “Say you can…handle, and fuck that old…worn out white pussy…like nothing, but this young, fresh, tight, sweet, wet ass caramel pussy…is too strong for you. I said say that shit, bitch!”
“Tiff…please…”
“Say it! Say your bitch ain’t shit. That her pussy…washed up. That my pussy…is sooo much fucking better, taste better, tighter, wetter than that…white bitch you call your girl. That this pussy…could make you murder that bitch if I told you to…”
“Aagghh…oh…oh shit! Naw, chill, Tiff…please…”
“Say it, you stupid bitch!”
“Agghh…fuck! Damn bitch, damn…agghhh!”
Jayshawn pumped one final time, hard, sunk himself in to the hilt. He grunted unintelligible words, his entire body tightened, dick began to throb, uncontrollably. He blasted everything he held in for the last ten minutes deep in Tiffany’s womb.
*** *** ***
Tiffany was so lost into building up her own second orgasm, and simultaneously trashing her mother, and her mother’s boy toy in the process, that it took her time to register the flood of warmth filling her when Jayshawn stuffed himself in deep, and just held it, throbbing and releasing…throbbing and releasing, to pump his cum up in her.
“Jay…Jay, you cumming?”
Jayshawn didn’t answer her, he couldn’t. The words were caught in his throat as his dick spit it up in her, fertilizing her womb with his seed. Tiffany froze stiff, and tried to gaze at him again on her side, as if a visual of his face would confirm the obvious. That’s when she truly felt it – the warmth of his seed spilling inside her.
“You stupid motherfucka!” Tiffany blasted at the top of her lungs. “I told your stupid fucking ass not to cum in me!” She tried to shove Jayshawn from over her.
He pretended as if he was going to pull out, only to sneakily hit her off with a few more in and out strokes to fully plant his seed. With one final shove, and a squeeze of her thighs, Tiffany finally got him from over her. Jayshawn was light-headed. He rolled out of her bed like he was drunk, held a devilish smirk, like the cat who ate the canary, and shook his head to clear the clouds. He pulled up his jeans from around his knees, and stuffed his soft, wet dick back inside.
Tiffany didn’t give Jayshawn five seconds before she hissed, “Give me my fucking money!” staring up at him from the bed with a look of death. Jayshawn gathered himself up enough to notice the evil mien she pierced him with. “Jay, I ain’t fucking playing with you. You better give me my fucking money!” When Jayshawn hesitated, for just a second, Tiffany growled, “Jay, I swear to God, if you don’t give me my motherfucking money, right motherfucking now, I’ma tell my moth…”
“Alright, chill.”
The indelible smirk he held for the last ten minutes finally faded. He dug into his pocket for a knot of bills. Before he even had a chance to count it out, Tiffany popped up from the bed to snatch the whole roll from his hand.
A part of Jayshawn felt so defiantly wicked at the thought of what he’d just done to his girl’s daughter, at what he’d been doing to her for the last month and a half. While the other part felt like he wasn’t the one getting over, but the one who was actually getting played. Especially when Tiffany sat back in her bed, propped against the headboard, with his blunt cornered in her mouth, counting out a huge stack of fifties, twenties, and tens of his money.
She fingered through each of his bills with squinted eyes, and resembled a bookie in a back office tallying up the prize after she won that bet; the smoke hugged cumulus clouds of quality up soft, caramel features. She slowed only when she passed the eight hundred dollar mark, with a small stack of bills to go.
Jayshawn subtly shook his head, squinted his eyes, and slurred, “You’s a evil little bitch,” standing at the foot of her bed.
“An evil little bitch that got a quick ‘G’ of your money,” Tiffany returned with a chuckle. She continued to count out that stack of green, a second time for good measure, just to rub it in his face. “Look how dumb you look right now. You look so fucking stupid.”
“Who look stupid, me? Bitch, I just savaged your lil ass. I just fucked the shit out of you, busted your little fucking guts wide open, and got my shit off on you. Dumped a whole dick full of cum all up in your fucking pussy,” Jayshawn claimed, with his chest poked out.
“Wow. Whoopty-doo. For what, three minutes with your little ass dick, you two-minute chump?” Tiffany laughed. “You’re a fucking trick. You gotta pay for pussy, motherfucka. What I get out of you so far? Over ten grand, in just the last month? And just now, I got another rack out of your dumb ass just like…” Tiffany snapped her fingers, “…that. Even though I shoulda charged your stupid ass double, cause ain’t nobody said you can get at this pussy. I got your stupid ass coming out the pocket just to lick my pussy, give me pleasure, and drink my cum whenever I feel like it.
“But I said fuck it, your hoe dug her own grave by running her mouth today, shitting on my life, which gave your bitch ass life for me to give you some, to fuck with hers. Give you some of this ‘sweet-sweet’ to get your dumb ass strung out even more. Now I’m positive any money you got in your pocket, is going into my pocket, instead of it going into the pockets of that white bitch you call your girl. What? Say something. I dare you. Just one word, and I’ll cut your ass off, and never take your money just to eat my ass, bitch.”
They held each other’s gaze. Tiffany, a haughty stance. Jayshawn, in total disbelief from Tiffany summing up their association in one fell swoop. He shook his head, bowed it in shame. Said nothing.
Tiffany added prevailingly, “That’s what I thought. Now get the fuck outta here so I can finish smoking on your blunt, and think about what outfit I’m gonna buy with your money to go to the Meek Mill show.” When Jayshawn didn’t move fast enough, when he simply stared at her with a look she’d never seen before, she hissed, “Fuck is you waiting for? Somebody to roll out the red carpet? I said get the fuck outta my room – now!”
Tiffany reached for her Timberland boot underneath the foot of her bed. In the next breath, she hurled it at him with all of her strength. Jayshawn flinched. The boot just missed his head, and scraped the side of his arm; it fell to the floor with a clunk. It wasn’t enough force to hurt him, just enough to put the icing on the murderous stare he held on her. When Tiffany reached for the second one, Jayshawn hit her with cold eyes, and turned off for the door.
“Close my shit behind you like ass cheeks when you leave too, hoe,” Tiffany sighed, blowing a cool trail of smoke from her lips at his back.
Jayshawn walked out of her room with his head down, bowed in embarrassment, too ashamed to even give Tiffany direct eye contact. Especially when he heard her slur, “Oh shit…chill…please, stay still…hold up…I can’t take it,” and laughed, and laughed, and laughed, mocking the position she reduced him to. Out the corner of his eye, he could see her slipping on her headphones, and smoking on the rest of his blunt, like the last ten minutes didn’t even exist.
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