Page 11 of Queen of the Pole

The first time I hit Joy, I went in with a condom. All the times after that, I went in raw. She told me she wasn’t on birth control, so I did my best to pull out. Joy was a good girl. Even though she was in the same profession as Deja, I knew that she wasn’t out here fuckin on all the niggas. If she was pregnant, more than likely that was my child. I couldn’t let her keep that baby though. Deja would leave a nigga for good.

Order a test to your crib and take it. If you pregnant, I’ll send you the bread to get rid of it. That shit going to be messy. We don’t need to have a baby. You know that.

I was sweating like a motha fucka. Outside of Deja, no other woman has ever texted me, telling me that they thought they were pregnant with our child. I got Deja pregnant twice this year. Earlier in the year, and just a couple of months ago. When it happened earlier in the year, she called me freaking out, telling me the same shit that Joy just told me. Deja’s period was regular and would come on like clockwork. When it didn’t show up, she was all irate, so I pulled up with a test for her. She took it, and sure enough, her ass was pregnant. Before I could even do that thing that niggas do, where we plead our case, saying how we were going to be there for the baby, her ass was quick to tell me that she wasn’t keeping it.

I’ll admit, I felt some kind of way about that shit. Deja was someone that I genuinely cared about, even though a lot of times my actions were fucked up. I knew I couldn’t tell her what to do with her body, so I gave her the money, and she terminated the pregnancy.

When she got pregnant a couple of months ago, she miscarried our child. Neither one of us even knew she was pregnant. Till this day, I’ll ask Deja if she didn’t miscarry, would she have kept the baby, and she always looks me dead in my face, and tells me that she wouldn’t. Two pregnancies in the same year caused her to get on birth control. She took her pills every morning, so we shouldn’t have to have any more slip ups.

My screen lit up again, letting me know that Joy texted back.

Joy

Hitta, fuck you! Don’t treat me like I’m some hoe. If the plan was to get an abortion, I don’t need your fuckin money for it, nigga. If I am pregnant, I’m not killing my child. If I have to stop dancing for a little bit, then I’ll just do that. I can raise my baby on my own. Fuck you, and I’m blocking your stupid ass.

I didn’t even respond back to that bullshit. She blew me with this news. I came in here to brush my teeth, wash my face, and shower. I knew I was about to climb into some good pussy, and I was excited about it.

Instead of silencing my phone, I should have cut it off, which was originally the plan. I was going to let Joy cool the fuck down, but in a couple of days, I needed to pull up on her. If she was pregnant, I had to let her know how terrible of a decision she was making by choosing to keep the baby.

I eventually handled my business in the bathroom. I showered, brushed my teeth, and washed my face. Like I lived here or something, I walked out of the bathroom with my dirty clothes in my hands, sitting them inside Deja’s dirty hamper that was in her closet. My towel was around my waist, and I made it into the bedroom, where she was lying in the middle of the bed. She was resting on her side, with the remote in her hands, scrolling through the TV, trying to find something to watch. You would think that she would be lying there, fighting her sleep, but she wasn’t. She was used to these hours. She was used to being up at this time of night.

She eventually took her eyes off the TV and placed them on me. My dick was poking through the towel, so she glared at it. I went for the foot of the bed, leaning over, so that I could knock the remote out of her hands. I dragged her to me by her right leg, so that she could be closer to me. Once I had her where I wanted her, it was easy to remove the little shorts she was wearing, along with the thong. The second I folded her legs, I noticed that she had a couple of bruises on her right leg. This was my first time paying attention to the bruises. I could tell by the purplish color that it was a fresh bruise.

“What happened right here, bae?” I asked, holding her foot in my arm, examining the bruise.

“I got it tonight. I kept gripping in the same spot. I didn’t notice it until I got in the shower,” she told me.

When it came to Deja, I paid attention to everything. If she was any other woman, I probably wouldn’t have noticed the bruise on her leg. She could change the color of her nail polish, and I would notice it.

Just to show a little affection to the bruise, I brought her leg closer to me, and kissed it, and around it. Once I pulled away, her toes were already in front of me, so I kissed each of her toes too. Her feet were pretty as hell. You would think that they would be busted because she walked around in high ass heels for a vast majority of the day, but they weren’t.

She loved yellow, so her toes were a light-yellow color. The color went prefect with her skin complexion. I showed love to all ten of her toes and softly laid her feet down. Leaning down, I placed my face right in front of hers. She wasn’t the type of woman to just sit her ass there, and allow me to do all the work, so even with her lying down, she was able to reach her hand down and subtly remove the towel that was still wrapped around my waist. Those soft, pretty hands of hers got a grip of my dick, and she slowly started stroking it. She looked me in my eyes as she did that.

I looked down at her nipples, seeing them poking through the shirt she was wearing. It was easy to get the shirt off and toss it to the side. Deja’s body was so perfect. I’ve seen it a million times, but every time I saw her without any clothes on, I was always left in awe. Seeing how her four-pack played peek-a-boo as she did slow breaths. Her pussy was freshly waxed. Pretty pussy. No kind of razor bumps, or ingrown hairs. I paid attention to her breast, looking at the nipple piercings that she had, kissing them both. I slowly sucked on her right nipple, doing it the same way that I planned to kiss both sets of her lips.

“Chill out. You gone make me nut,” I said, removing my mouth from her nipple, and reaching my hand down, taking hers off my dick.

She was stroking my shit so good, that I was getting ready to bust right in her hands. I went ahead, and finished sucking her nipples, and then I traveled my lips lower.

I kissed her stomach, in between her thighs, and right when I got to the pussy, I went all in. I captured her clit with just my lips, sucking on it nice, and slow.

“Hmmmmm…. I like that,” she moaned, looking down at me, always wanting to have eye contact with me whenever I feasted from her.

I didn’t mind looking her in her eyes either, so as I licked, and sucked on that pussy, I kept my eyes focused on her. She sat up a little bit, only so she could get a better view. She held herself up by keeping the palms of her hands on the bed, while slowly grinding her pussy against my lips.

“Fuckkkk,” she released, loving the shit that I was doing to her.

I wanted her orgasm to be powerful. Since that was the case, I stuck three fingers in her, moving them upward, and quickly easing them in and out of her. Her moans picked up because of that. The way she was grinding her pussy into my mouth picked up too.

“Shitttt…. Baeeeee…. I’m cumingggggg,” she screeched, not surprising me at all. I knew the second I stuffed my fingers inside her, and sped up my tongue tricks, that it wouldn’t be long until she released.

The thing with Deja, and her juices is that it tasted so fuckin good. She thinks that I’m doing that shit to torture her by continuing to eat her after she busts, but the juices are just too fuckin good to only stop after one orgasm. It reminded me of eating my favorite candy. I love banana flavored Laffy Taffy. If I’m already on my second one, and that shit quickly started hitting the spot, I can’t just stop there. I gotta keep eating it. That’s how I felt about Deja, and her juices.

When she came, that pussy would leak. Like a fuckin faucet, juices would continue to seep out of her, and I would be right there, licking it all up, trying to get her to squirt. Deja was a squirter. Fuckin around with her, if you didn’t put a towel down, you were going to have to change the bed sheets. She had hella stamina for a woman too. Most women pushed away when you continued to eat their pussy after they came. Not Deja though. She was right here, legs opened, eyes rolling back, moaning loudly, as I feasted from her, getting her to cum again for the second time.

“Damn baby. You got my dick hard as fuck. Suck it off my tongue. Taste yourself,” I called out, lifting up, and putting my head right in front of hers.

She lay back, with her pretty eyes on me, looking like she was on whatever I was on. Before I kissed her, I did a slow spit into her mouth, in which she caught, and right there, we started kissing like lovers. You would think that we’ve been the best of friends this past week and not beefing the way that we were. Well, she was beefing with me. I wasn’t beefing with her.