The Game Don't Change. Mazaradi Fox
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His pager was blowing up again. He snatched it off the nightstand and looked at it. Damn, who the fuck is this? he thought, remembering the same number from the night before.
“Hello,” a female voice said after the third ring.
“Who dis? Somebody paged me from here?” DeMarco asked.
“Yeah, nigga, it’s your fucking cousin!” Steph yelled.
“Oh, wassup, cuz?”
“Don’t wassup me, nigga, where the hell you at?” she asked.
“At the house, why?”
“I need to see you now. We got a problem.”
“Where you at?” DeMarco asked.
“Just meet me at my house,” she said, and hung up.
DeMarco hurried up and got dressed, trying to figure out what the problem could be. All sorts of things were going through his mind. Twenty minutes later he was banging on her door.
“Boy, why you hammerin on my door like you the damn police?” she said as she let him in.
“You said we had a problem, so I’m anxious. What happened?” He followed her into the living room where she had money stacked up on the table.
“Nigga, this is what happened, and it would have been more if your punk ass would have answered my pages last night,” she said, pointing to the table. “$10,450!”
“In two days?” DeMarco asked with amazement.
“More like a day and a half,” she replied.
“Damn, cuz,” he said while shaking his head.
“Ummm, no shit. Why the fuck you think I’ve been pagin yo ass all night like that? We gotta re-up!” Steph said in a serious tone.
“Well let’s go, ’cause we droppin $5,000 this time,” he said as they headed out the door.
CHAPTER SIX
After a month of fucking with his cousin, DeMarco was sitting on close to $25,000, not even counting the $11,000 he had in his pocket. He was on his way to get a car and it was long overdue. Walking into the car lot, he spotted a black Nissan Maxima. Jimmy, the salesman, was speaking to a coworker when he noticed DeMarco looking around.
“If you like that, I’ve got something you’ll love,” Jimmy said, strolling over to a silver Acura Legend sitting on chrome BBS rims.
“Yeah, this is it! I got $11,000 cash down,” DeMarco said, digging in his pocket and pulling out his wad of cash.
“That’ll work, let’s go over to my office,” Jimmy replied, as they both walked together.
After the two discussed the terms, Jimmy passed him the keys. DeMarco pulled out of the dealership ready to roll through the hood in his new whip. His mind quickly jumped to his plans for that night and how he was supposed to meet Money at the skating rink. From what his cousin said, Tonya had a friend who made Jessica look like second best.
He had a little time to waste, so he called Tiffany up. He’d missed her call while he was handling business.
“Wassup, Tiff? You called me?”
“Yes, I was wondering if you were gonna come by,” she asked.
“You know what, Tiff? Once I get dressed, I’ll slide through for a little while, a’ight?”
“A’ight, I’ll be waiting,” she said as she hung up.
Twenty minutes later, he stepped out of the shower and got dressed, slipping on a pair of Tommy Hilfiger sweats and matching t-shirt. He grabbed a cab and made his way over to her apartment. The door was unlocked, so he let himself in. Tiff was sitting in her room watching TV.
“I missed you,” she said.
“Oh yeah, how much?” he asked with a slight smile.
“A lot,” she replied in a seductive tone.
“Show me how much,” he said as he pulled his dick out.
She didn’t waste any time giving him head. He leaned back on his elbows as Tiffany crawled between his legs on the floor. He closed his eyes for a few seconds and listened to the slurping noises. But feeling like somebody was watching him, he opened his eyes. To his surprise, Sharon was standing there by the door watching. She moved into the room slowly while putting one of her hands down her pants. He could see her rubbing on her pussy.
You like? he mouthed.
Sharon nodded her head yes.
He waved her over with his free hand.
“Let me help you with that, lil’ sis,” Sharon said, staring at her sister for a minute.
Looking up, Tiffany pulled DeMarco’s pants all the way down. As Sharon wrapped her lips around his dick, Tiffany played with his balls. Sharon took him deeper and deeper into her throat. After fifteen minutes of this tag-team routine, he told them both to get out of their clothes. Sitting back on the bed looking at the sisters standing in front of him naked, he’d forgotten all about meeting up with Money.
“Sharon, I want you to climb on up on this dick, and Tiff, you bring that pretty-ass pussy over here so I can taste it,” he instructed. “Tonight is about to get crazy.”
As Sharon slid down, her pussy gripped his dick like it was custom-made for him. Tiffany climbed up top and rode his face, rubbing pussy juice all over his lips.
“Oh my god! This is why my sister is so open?! Damn, this dick is good,” Sharon mumbled as she bounced up and down with her firm titties bobbing all over the place.
At eighteen, DeMarco was doing shit that niggas twice his age only dreamed about. “Yeah, bounce on this dick!”
At this moment it was confirmed that he was the man. Then, after fucking both sisters, he dozed off on the sofa.
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He thought he was dreaming when he felt someone straddle his lap. He opened his eyes to find Sharon rubbing his dick on her wet pussy.
“Just lay back and let me do this. I didn’t want to show my sister up last night too much, but she went somewhere, so let me really get right,” Sharon said, putting her hands on his chest. She leaned forward and began moving back and forth, slowly at first. His dick got harder as she started to rock faster. Rising to her feet, she started bouncing on his dick like she was on a pogo stick.
“Damn, girl,” he said, gritting his teeth.
“Yessss, yes, yes, that’s what the fuck I’m talkin about!” she yelled.