The Perplexed Procurer

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'Sweetness' Adoni Smith

I hated light skinned women, but I was one myself. With eyes that of the healthiest vegetation, I was blessed physically. I stood taller than the average woman with legs that could cover an entire track event without a sweat.

I looked sweet, indulgent even. But, there wasn't shit sweet about me.

Houston was hot and smuggy, still, my suit was dry, I had no reason to allow the weather to make me perspire, I was in my own world. The clubs light lit the back parking lot up and I listened to the soft purr of my luxury engine as I waited for that woman.
The bitch from earlier wrapped her sweater around her body, I threw the cigarette butt from my lips and snatched the beautiful whore up by her neck.

She scratched, her defense weakened by my hand tightening around her airways. I smiled, watching her light skin nearly turn blue, I pulled my zipper down with my opposite hand and allowed my flaccid member from its confinement. I released the stripper, forcing her against the car. The alley was dark, gated as no one was allowed to park here except for workers and bosses.

"Please don't rape me, I have children, I-"

I fired my hand across her light skin, smiling when she immediately turned red from the trauma, I watched her cheek swell in real time and forced her inside of my Bentley.

Growing hard, I forced her head in my lap as I pulled her identification card from her bra and looked at the address. "You bite it off and you'll be a dead bitch with dead children," I threatened softly, never showing any implication of any emotion.

Seconds later I felt warm, wetness enclose around my tip that had been reconstructed from an accident a whore, whom is deceased now, caused upon me.

Still, she made love to it, using her tongue in ways my GranMa had told me only an experienced slut could. I became angry and frustrated, my arousal was creeping up on me so I forced her head into my lap until I heard her gag disgustingly.

"Bitch you throw up on my leather, you pay for it," I warned, knowing I wouldn't allow a woman to out of pocket pay for anything of mine unless it was sex money. I grabbed her head and pulled her away, she forced her mouth back onto me, causing me to nearly lose control of the wheel. My toe curled in unforeseen pleasure, I felt my abdomen curl sweetly, bringing my release to the physical. She moaned, a sick slutty masochistic she was, and pulled away to show me the clear, almost white substance in her mouth before swallowing it. I wanted her dead now, what I thought would ruin her womanhood only enticed her sick mind.

I was stuck in my thoughts as my outside remained calmed. Lilly hadn't even blessed me like that, and I knew for a fact that was the woman I would want to give my children to.

I scowled in disgust and pushed her away until we reached her home. Nice sized, at least three bedrooms it was. Brick decorated the outside, her front door's security camera and light flashed directly into the driver's side window. Darkened by expensive tint, I was bothered none and forced the bitch to go fetch her children and whatever she would need to be on my team.

The year was 1994, so for her to have a home security system, I knew there was a nigga in the home I sat in front of. I didn't give a fuck, my power caused men to cowardly avoid me, for this I respected any man's life who stepped to the plate to save his bitch from choosing.
As my cowardly father didn't.