The Players & the Played

Three

Javon

After Keisha kicked him out, Javon decided to stay at his homeboy Tre's place. He figured it was only temporary. He knew Keisha loved his ass and had reacted emotionally. He had just been chilling at Tre's for the whole day, waiting on Keisha to call him and beg him to come back. When the clock struck eight o' clock, and there wasn't a single text or call from her number, his heart sank. But it didn't really matter about his heart because his dick had a mind of its own.
Javon pulled on his Timberlands and scooped up his keys. He had been texting some bitch named Tweety and he knew her pussy was clean. Like, some girls didn't understand simple hygiene. He locked Tre's door behind him, figuring by the time he got back, Tre would be home from work. Usually he drove Keisha's car, a cute little Toyota, but his car was finally out of the shop. He had a red 2009 BMW that he bought back in '12.
Of course Tweety lived in some ratchet, run down apartments, on the Westside. But when he knocked on the door, which was covered in graffiti and four letter words, she opened the door in nothing but her bra and panties. Tweety was a light skinned chick, with a thick body. She had plump pink lips, gray eyes, and a head full of Brazilian weave. But the problem with Tweety was that she already had three nappy headed kids, and nobody had ever seen their father. Plus, she was lazy, unemployed, and usually high.
As soon as he closed the door behind him, Tweety started grabbing his dick. "C'mon Daddy, lemme give you what you want," she moaned. He could feel himself getting hard as she played with his dick, reaching in his pants, teasing him. He grabbed her and dragged her to the couch. It was littered with toys, clothes, even shoes. Tweety quickly shoved all the crap off the couch, pushed him down, and straddled him. He started palming her huge titties, while she struggled to unzip his pants. Just as she pulled his dick free of his pants and wrapped her big lips around it, there was a wail. Tweety ignored her baby's cries, from some back room, and started deep throating him.
Fuck, Javon thought. Tweety was sucking the life outta him. He moaned, closing his eyes as she worked her magic. But the unpleasant sound of a baby's crying ruined the moment. "Bitch, go see what yo damn baby need," he groaned, adjusting himself. Tweety slowly pulled her lips off his dick.
Shit. Everything had been going good until the fucking baby started crying. "I'll be right back," Tweety said, sucking her teeth. Why did the girls who sucked dick the best always have the most gotdamn kids? Just when he thought it couldn't get any worse, the beat up front door was shoved open.
Quickly, Javon jammed his dick back in his pants, and stood up. But it was too late. A huge, burly man stumbled in. Javon guessed he had to weigh at least 275 pounds and all of it was muscle. "The fuck you doing?" he roared.
Tweety came running from the back room, still in her bra and panties, holding a baby. "Eric, I thought you ain't get off till ten?" she cried.
"Bitch, I got laid off." Eric shoved her aside and stood in front of Javon, who was still dumfounded. "Now what the fuck are you doing here with my wife, nigga?"