A Woman’s Work: Street Chronicles by Nikki Turner Read Free Book Online

then I could play my cards right to get a lot out of him. I needed at least one friend out here, even if it was someone who considered me a freak. I had to grab his attention, so I did it the way I knew best.
    “I can show you better than I can tell you,” I said as I reached over and began to passionately kiss and rub my tongue all over his fat-ass neck. He smelled intoxicatingly good, which made my job a lot easier; his scent was driving me through the roof. I ran my tongue across his ear and whispered, “I’m official, baby. You can have all of me as long as I get fifty percent of you. I don’t need
all
your time; I just need enough to get me tracks, a studio to record in, and some gigs to perform.” I then unbuttoned his jeans, pulled out his fat juicy dick, and began giving him some serious tongue action, the type I would typically give Shawn. His dick was very thick and it had a curve, which made it shift down my throat with ease. As soon as I took him in my mouth, he began to cry like a bitch.
    “Shit … what the fuck! Damn, sweetheart, you’re sucking this dick so fucking good. Ohh, baby, don’t stop until I bust, all right.”
    “Okay, Big Daddy. I’m going to suck this fat-ass dick until it erupts like a volcano.” I took it that Fatz loved dirty talk because heforcefully grabbed my head and began to push it down as he pounded inside my mouth. His dick was hitting the back of my throat, but I was persistent with my thrust and strokes. I held that dick inside my mouth like I was seasoning and marinating it with my saliva. I was literally hungry too, so I pretended his dick was a sausage and went to work on it. “Fuck my mouth, baby. Fuck the words back down my throat,” I said.
    Fatz closed his eyes tightly as he released his tasty cum into my throat. Not a single drop of his semen reached the surface; I swallowed him up. “I’m cumming. Open your mouth wide. Oh shit!” I leaned up and licked my lips to show him how yummy it was, which must have lit a fire under him because he grabbed me sternly and moaned, “Jump over in the backseat, pull your skirt up, and open those sexy-ass legs.”
    And that’s exactly what I did, jumped over, pulled up my skirt, and opened my legs wider than the Pacific Ocean. Fatz climbed over, pulled my thong aside, and without warning plunged his thick dick into my wet, dripping pussy. I was wet to the point that it was making a splashing sound, which turned both of us on. He felt so good as he lay down on top of me and began to move inside me while passionately kissing me as if we were old-time lovers.
    Words can’t explain how good this sex felt. I don’t know if it was because we were fucking in public or because I knew he was going to get me some tracks and pay for studio time; whatever the case, it just felt damn good to me. Before I knew it, I was climaxing. “Fatz … Fatz … I’m cumming. Fuck it, baby. Fuck the cum out of me.”
    Then all of a sudden Fatz started to moan in ecstasy too. “Oh, baby girl, I’m cumming too. Damn, you got some bomb-ass pussy. Here go some more cum for you.” I knew it was wrong, but I didn’t want Fatz to stop, so when he rose to pull out, I squeezed my arms and legs tightly around his waistline.
    “Cum inside my pussy just like you did my mouth. I want to feel that warm nut. Don’t worry, I’m on the pill.” Fatz didn’t hesitate to bust inside me, and yes, his warm nut felt soothing to my walls. At that very moment, I knew that I had sealed the deal with him. I had myself a new manager from Atlanta, Georgia, baby!
    We exchanged numbers and made plans to hook up the next day so we could meet some of his producer friends. It was nothing to me, because, as I always say, fucking a dude for tracks is an investment for my career. Yes, I walked away from this deal still homeless, damn near broke, and exceptionally hungry, but I’d be recording in a day or two. I just got a new dirty-south track plus some good dick out