The Perplexed Procurer

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Toni Giselle Knoks

1995 graced our lives. It took no time for Sweetness to adapt to seeing children everyday. She went from slapping me around to making love to me, providing for me, treating me like I was her equal. I didn't bask in it daily, but I enjoyed it every chance I got. She adopted Minnie, who I had named Minnesota, and Page, who was the baby girl. A year ago, you couldn't tell me my children would have Sweetness's last name, heart, and time.

Street smarts had been the first smarts I learned, it took me little to no time to observe, learn, and lock in exactly what, who, and why Sweetness was....well, Sweetness.

See, a year ago, I would've snarled my face up when a woman like her approached me with the name 'Sweetness'. But, as always, Ms. Ro was on point—her daughter was the sweetest thing in the world.

In a sense, I'd fallen in love with Adoni. She placed my children first and foremost, she took over the herd effortlessly. It had been an entire year since I met her but it felt like longer. In so little time, we had been through domestic endeavors I had only read about in those Donald Goines and Iceberg Slim novels. She took care of me, scaring me to the bone because I didn't know a woman of her nature was capable of what I registered as love.

Ms. Ro loved my babies like they were Sweet's own seeds. Whenever I was working, I didn't hesitate to bring the girls over to their GranGran. They loved it over there, and with Minnie being the apple of Sweetness's eye, she had enrolled her into a private school right up the street from Ms. Ro's homes. So most of the time the girls spent their time with the older woman while Sweetness and I traveled or worked weeks at a time.

I plucked the injection as she rubbed alcohol on her backside. She didn't know that I knew, but she was insecure regarding her sex. Not performance and delivery, but biological factors. Recently, she began to ask how would I feel about having another child, but made sure to put it in a mean sense.

She would joke about me getting disrespectfully slutted by a client or something of that nature, but I knew in her heart she wanted to see biological parts of her on this earth. Or she wouldn't have me injecting these hormones into her.

"You need to give me pussy every chance you get, or I'm putting it on the market," she threatened, her eyes sparkling with humor. It took a while to get used to the rudeness and darkness she deemed as humor, but I knew her heart, I knew Sweetness like the back of my hand and Ms. Ro was happiest about it.

"Okay," I submitted after pushing the injection into her body. She took it like a champ and discarded her clothes while I disinfected my hands and did away with the used shot.

When I got back to the room, she was jacking off looking at me with those cat eyes. I blushed in fear and excitement, not knowing how she would ravish me now. She licked her lips and stopped touching herself, I looked down at her private area and slyly licked my bottom lip.

She had been the first person to ever put her private part in my mouth, other men found it degrading and only cared for twat and tricks their wives couldn't do while riding them.

She had also been the first person to perform cunnilingus on me, she made me like oral sex and all forms of sex. In a way, it was controlling, she knew my anatomy better than I did and took great advantage of it.

"You ever tried anal?" She asked as I crawled to her. Taking me by surprise, she kissed my face, shoving her tongue into my mouth, licking my palate and nearly my esophagus.