The Streets Keep Calling. Chunichi
living room and sat on the couch. Minutes later, Trixy walked in, dressed in nothing but a sheer robe. My eyes were on the imprint of her ass and titties as she approached me. She stood directly in front of me, then propped one foot up on the couch beside me.
“Do you wanna know what I’m thinking?” she said in the most seductive way.
“What?” I asked, hoping that she was thinking she wanted to deep throat my dick. I was already rock hard just from the thought.
“I’m thinking…” Trixy came in closer to me then continued, “I’m thinking…Why would you smell like Victoria’s Secret?” she said, totally throwing off the moment.
“Oh, after I washed my hands I needed a little lotion. Now get back to what you were about to say before you smelled the lotion.” I slid my hand beneath her robe and rubbed her thigh.
“I was thinking about the first time we had sex. I was a little girl back then. Well, I’m a grown woman now, with big-girl moves,” Trixy said as she parted open her robe and mounted her right leg on the couch’s arm, exposing her thick, pink pussy. I don’t know if it’s because it was the first pussy I’d seen in years, but I swear she had the prettiest set of lips I’d ever seen in my life! She slid her hand between her legs and began to massage her pussy. “I’m going to fuck the shit out of you.” She dropped her robe completely, then continued, “Come get this pussy, baby.”
I leaned forward and guided my right hand from her thigh up to her right breast. Next, I squeezed her nipple while I played with her clit and watched my fingers disappear into her cave. She licked my fingers, which were dripping from her wetness.
“Take your pants off,” she instructed as she got on her knees in between my legs. I pulled my pants down as fast as humanly possible, and she wasted no time putting it in her mouth. She started off sucking my dick and licking the tip just the way I liked it. My eyes started rolling in the back of my head. I was so into it that I didn’t even realize that she’d used her lips to put a condom on me. Damn, this bitch is a magician, I thought, amazed that she was able to do that without me even feeling it. Her mouth felt so warm and tender as she bobbed her head up and down my shit. I could feel my dick twitch as she glided her tounge in swirls and tightened her cheeks with every head stroke. The way she was doing that shit, it felt like I was in a pussy for real. Goddamn! I said to myself that she wasn’t lying when she said she was a big girl, ’cause this chick was sucking like a professional!
“Suck that shit, Trixy,” I commanded her, while doing all I could to prevent myself from cumming. I didn’t want to cum in her mouth. Not this round anyway. I wanted to cum inside her, instead. After a couple of minutes, I bent her over and put her into a position on all fours. I held on to her titties as I fucked her from behind. After all these years, her pussy was still nice and tight, and her shit was soaking wet, just how I liked it.
“Fuck me harder,” she ordered. She was taking every long stoke I was giving her and loving it. We switched positions and she ended up on top, straddling me. Trixy rode me as if I were the last nigga on earth with a dick. Damn, this girl got some good pussy, I thought as I grabbed her waist tight and forced all nine inches of myself deep inside her. Trixy switched positions again, and her lips landed back on my dick. She pulled off the condom. She sucked it even harder this time. The warmth and wetness from her mouth made me cum within seconds. When I came, she let it shoot all over her face. Trixy was a real freak. We fucked three times within four hours and she still wanted more. But fuck that, I was done. Fucking with Trixy, I would end up missing my appointment with my parole officer. This girl was on a mission, and she definitely proved to me she was all grown up now.
The chirping sound of the alarm clock woke me at seven o’clock in the morning. That shit was like music to my ears. I preferred that any day over the sound of a prison guard shouting at me, “Motherfucker, get the hell up! Chow time.” When I got home after that long night with Trixy, I made sure I set the alarm so I didn’t miss my first appointment with my parole officer. I hopped out of the bed and headed to the bathroom. As I brushed my teeth, bacon and eggs began lingering in the air. After putting on my clothes, last night came to mind. Damn, that pussy was good. Trixy wore my ass out. She’s definitely not a virgin anymore. I knew from that day I was going to continue to get into that tight little cave on a regular basis. Even though I had a hell of a time with Trixy the night before, I still couldn’t get my wife off my mind. My face instantly frowned up, and my heart started to pound when I thought about what that bitch had said to me about giving up my parental rights so she could let another nigga raise my kids. I’ll be dead before I have some next nigga playing Daddy to my kids. I felt the rage start to build up inside me, so I had to stop myself and get back on track. I looked in the mirror as I spoke to myself, “Today is a brand new beginning for me. I’m at my crossroads and will go the right way. I will not let bitches, money, or the streets bring me down. The meeting with my parole officer is top priority today.”
After getting my thoughts and priorities back on track, I headed to the kitchen, where my moms was hard at work cooking breakfast.
“Morning, Ma,” I greeted her, with a kiss on the cheek. She had made a feast for me. My favorite meal of the day had always been breakfast.
“Hey, baby, how did you sleep last night?” she asked with one hand turning over frying bacon and the other holding a cigarette.
“Pretty good.”
“Let me fix you a plate to get your day started off right,” she offered.
“Thanks, Ma. Before I went in, you promised me you would stop smoking,” I reminded her.
“With stress from my job, bills, and you locked up, I needed something to help me cope. I’ll tell you what, Breeze. If you can go out there and get a job, I’ll quit smoking cold turkey,” she vowed while laying my plate on the kitchen table in front of me.
“It’s a deal,” I agreed. While I ate, I tried not to think about Maria’s conniving ass, but the bitch kept popping back up. This chick won’t even let me see my own damn kids. Every time I thought about her, my head started hurting.
I rushed and finished my food, then headed out the door. I wanted to make sure I was at least thirty minutes early for my appointment. I thought that would impress my parole officer. From what I’d heard, a P.O. could make or break you, and I damn sure didn’t need anyone else going against me. My odds of survival were bad enough already. Once I was on the bus, I decided I would relax on the way there and have my daily conversation with my main man upstairs. I figured if I put it in his hands, I’d be okay. I put my hand on the cross hanging off the necklace Moses had given me, and closed my eyes.
“Byron Miller,” a man called out as I waited in the foyer. Once I got up, he led me to his office. I didn’t know what to expect.
“Your name is Byron Miller?” he questioned.
“Yeah.” I nodded.
“Well, son, my name is Winston Hicks and I’m going to be your parole officer,” he explained while pulling out a cup from his desk drawer.
“What’s that for?” I asked.
“This cup is for you to piss in. You get one of these tests once a month. You fuck up once and you go straight back to jail. First and foremost, I don’t put up with no bullshit. This morning I reviewed your record. I must say it was quite long. If you’re a smart man, for your sake, I hope you put all that shit behind you and have plans to change your street ways. By the way, whatever your dumb-ass street name is, I won’t call you that. Your name is Byron Miller to me. Here are some job sites I need you to go on, and I will follow up with these employers. If you don’t go, you’ve won yourself a one-way ticket to jail. As I said before, I don’t play no games. Now, if you really want to better yourself, I will help you as much as I can. You got that, son?”
“Yes, sir.” I nodded again.
“Now, don’t waste my time. Go on and do that piss test. The bathroom is on the right,” he instructed while handing me the cup. Thankfully, I hadn’t smoked.
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