A Dollar And Dream. Carl Weber

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СКАЧАТЬ I was a hot fudge sundae and he had just quit Weight Watchers. He moaned as he did it, and that turned me on even more. When I came, he dove in even farther.

      “Mmmmm, God, this is so good,” I moaned.

      “Mmmmm, mmmm!” he agreed. He stopped long enough to carry me into my cramped bedroom and remove the rest of his clothes. Charlie wasn’t the finest man in the world, but his cut body and big dick got me wet again.

      It was me who took charge this time, laying him on his back so I could take him into my mouth. I had already decided I had to work his ass over really good because I was already three months behind on my rent and had a cutoff notice from the electric and gas company. I needed at least seven hundred dollars.

      I ran my tongue along the bottom side of his penis, and then caressed his balls in my mouth. I felt his body tense up as my tongue worked its magic. I don’t particularly like giving head, but with the mantra “Get the money, get the money” chanting in my head, I had a nice little rhythm going. It must have been working, because Charlie was panting and squirming, gripping the sheets. I felt him tap my shoulder, which was the signal that he was about to come. I eased my entire body on top of his and rode with the same rhythm I sucked. Get the money, get the money.

      “Ride it, girl,” he growled, and slapped my ass.

      “Give it to me, then,” I challenged. I leaned back slightly, rocking my pelvis into his.

      “Oh God,” he moaned. This got ’em every time. Work it, Kerri. Get the money. Get the money. I looked into his eyes and nodded.

      “Come for me,” I commanded. “Now!” I rocked faster and faster, driving him into a state of ecstasy. He cried out and I fell on his chest. I knew without a doubt that the money was in the bag. All I had to do was ask for it.

      “God, Kerri. That shit is the bomb.”

      “I know.” I climbed off of him and went into the bathroom to clean myself up. When I came out of the bathroom with a washcloth for him, he looked like he was knocked the fuck out. I walked back into the living room, catching a glimpse of the bills piled up on the coffee table, and remembered my plan. I climbed back into bed and lay next to Charlie’s still body, wrapping my arms around him. He turned and pulled me closer to him, kissing my forehead.

      “You feel so good,” he mumbled.

      “Only because that’s how you make me feel.” I snuggled closer to his warm body, deciding to make my move while he was still relaxed. “Charlie?”

      “Yeah?” he answered.

      “I need a favor.” I began to lick his chest and nibble at his nipples.

      “What is it?” he asked.

      “Can I borrow some money?”

      He looked down at me. “So all this was so I could give you some money, huh?”

      “No! What? You think I’m some kind of ’ho? I sleep with you ’cause I care about you, not for money! I can’t believe you, Charlie!” I sat up in the bed with a pout.

      “No, baby. I was just playin’. I know you ain’t like that. How much money you need, huh?”

      “A thousand dollars for my rent.” I added an extra three hundred for his last disrespectful comment.

      “Damn, Kerri. What you need that much for?” He rubbed his hand between my neck and shoulders; he knew that was my spot. His lips picked up where his hands left off, and I could feel him getting hard again.

      “I got to catch up on some bills, that’s all. I’m behind in my rent. Can I borrow it, please?” I wanted him to answer me before we got started again. His answer would actually determine how good round two was.

      “When you need it, Kerri?”

      “Tonight.” I could see that his round two was looking better and better.

      “All right. I’ll go to the ATM at the Quick-Mart and bring it back. I can get five hundred off each one of my cards,” he whispered into my ear. That being said, I turned my back to him and tilted my head so he could lick the back of my shoulders. He smiled because he knew what we were about to do. Like I said, Charlie was a take-charge nigga, so no doubt doggy style was his favorite. After he hit it from the back, we took a shower and he got dressed.

      “You still gonna give me the money?” I asked sheepishly.

      “Yeah, gonna go get it right now.”

      “When you come back, are you gonna stay?” I asked as I walked him to the door.

      “Nah, Boo. I got some stuff I need to take care of in the morning and I need to be on my side of town,” he said as he kissed me. “Look, I’ll be right back.”

      Although I had never actually been to his place, I knew Charlie lived clean across town. He rarely, if ever, spent the night, but I did always offer as a courtesy.

      Beep, beep, beep! Something was beeping and I didn’t know what the hell it was until I followed the sound and found Charlie’s cell phone lying on the sofa. I reached to get it. What the fuck? Why would he care? That nigga wanted to marry me. I wondered who the hell was calling him this late at night.

      “Hello?” It sounded like a question more than a greeting.

      “Who is this? And where is Charlie?” an angry female shouted into my ear.

      “Who the fuck is this?” It was my turn to be angry now.

      “I’m his wife, bitch. Put his ass on the phone!”

      “Look, ain’t no Charlie here!” I screamed back at her.

      “This is his cell phone, ain’t it? I know his ass has been creepin’, and obviously it’s with you! Who is this, anyway?”

      “Like I said, ain’t no Charlie here!” I said, and hung up the phone. Instantly it began to ring again. I picked it up and turned it off.

      Married! I couldn’t believe this shit! I’d been fucking this nigga for over six months and he had a wife. Well, this shit was about to stop right now. And besides, I didn’t do married men. My father cheated on my mother and it caused hell to break loose in our family. I vowed then that I would never have an affair, or be a part of an affair.

      I sat on the sofa, steaming as I waited for Charlie’s married ass to get back. I was gonna cuss him out from here all the way home to his rude-ass wife. I heard a car pull up and made sure it was him. I gave him time to knock and open the door.

      “Man, can you believe there was a long-ass line at the Quick-Mart at this time of night? Everybody trying to buy a lottery ticket. I bought us a couple, baby.” He put the tickets on the coffee table.

      I didn’t answer him. I just stared and looked down at his hands. There was no ring.

      “Where is it?” I asked him.

      “Damn, it’s in my pocket.”

      “Not the money, you bastard. Your ring! Your fucking wedding ring!”

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