Main Chick Vs Side Chick

Chapter 1

DeWayne

My Daddy told me that back in the day he had more hoes than Macy's had clothes. Just think for a second about all the racks of clothes in Macy's and then imagine my Dad, the old pimp mack with a slicked back ponytail strolling around with bitches on his arms.

But all the while he kept my Momma first and treated her like a queen and me like his prince in training, telling me everything I needed to know about a woman and her mentality.

I guess that's where I got this shit from because good pussy was always my weakness. Like a crack head fiend for the next hit I was always looking for a pair of thighs and fat ass to slide my dick between. That thinking always got me in trouble and while I know I have a problem, I'm still powerless to stop it. They say the first step is admitting your issues so yes, I admit it I'm addicted to pussy and fine bitches and I can't stop.

That addiction now had me in the back of my barber shop trying to calm my girl down. Kiara was a lawyer, fierce, a good cook, freak in the bed, and a banging body with a mouth piece that drove my dick crazy but she still wasn't enough. It wasn't about her, it was me and I could admit that so I promised her I would never leave her alone, but at the same time the dog needed to roam.

All of that brought me to now, going through our weekly routine of bullshit that always went the same way.

First Kiara, my girl, my fiancé, my love of my life gets a hint that I'm cheating. Today she jumped from her BMW, coming into the shop dressed in her a black suit straight from work, storming in, cursing in front of my customers. I haven't been home in a day or two and I told her I was chilling at my mom's which was the truth. But of course I wasn't alone and I guess she found out the truth.

Instead of having our argument in the middle of the shop for everyone to see, I brought her towards the back of the shop into a supply room where she could tell and curse all the fuck she wanted.

Her story was the same, yet again another bitch has come to my girl trying to fuck my shit up but they all knew I was never leaving her, I made that shit clear but it never stopped them from trying. What can I say, the bitches loved me but it was too bad I didn't love them. They may get to fuck me from time to time but my heart belongs to Kiara.

"Did you hear me, I said who is this bitch." I closed to the supply room door behind us shielding the rest of the shop from our business.

Kiara was so fucking mad, pushing the phone in my face but that shit only turned me on more so I played the game.

"I told you I don't know Keke." Kiara looked at me sideways as if she knew I was lying but she had no real proof, and with my lip poked out and a fresh hair cut I could persuade her of anything. She didn't know that under my barber apron and inside my jeans, my dick was pulsing wanting to fuck that pouty mean look right off her face. I looked her dead in her eyes a stare down that I had no intention of turning away from.

"Boo, straight up. I'm doing things the right way now. Look at the ring on your finger." I pointed to the two carat diamond that I just put on her left hand a month before, reminding her of what I said.

"So, why the fuck is she messaging me on IG claiming that she knows you?" Now that part was really a mystery. I told every bitch that I fucked with to keep their mouth closed and stay away from Kiara.

It wasn't no mystery that me and Keke were together and it seemed like the longer we stayed together the more hoes wanted to fuck with me but I played the shit off.

"Girl, who wouldn't want to fuck with me? Shit, everybody knows me." I rubbed my fade smiling at her but it was true. Every bitch in the city wanted a piece of this chocolate thunder and I couldn't blame them. From the brown eyes, mocha skin, and chiseled arms, it was no way to keep these chicks off me. But no matter how many of them I fucked with, Kiara was always my ace, the last card in my deck, and the one who always picked me up when I was down. I pulled her close as she thought about what I said.

"But she said she was riding in your car. Described the car and everything in it." Kissing her neck and I heard a small moan. I knew every spot on this woman's body and with my hands wrapped around her curves I knew I only had to touch a few other places and she would let this shit go.

"Keke come on now. Everybody knows what car I drive. We like celebrities around this bitch." I pushed the phone down as she let me kiss her on the mouth. Our tongues smashing together like she hadn't seen me in years instead of days.

"No no...you always run this bullshit and I back down. Explain..." but I silenced her with my tongue between her lips and pulled her into me. My dick poking out from my jeans hitting her right near her pussy. She couldn't resist knowing that only a few pieces of clothing separated her from the stick she had been addicted to for the last five years. Now it was my turn to run the show but she pushed me with tears falling down her cheeks.

"You're always doing this shit, trying to turn it around on me." Bringing her hand up, she barely missed smacking me in the face.

"Damn, you gonna hit me." Pinning her back against the wall, I kissed her harder this time. Her leg stretching up and wrapping around my hips as I held both of her hands over her head.

I knew what she wanted, Keke acted big and bad but it wasn't shit that this dick couldn't handle.

"Look here prosecutor. I need you to calm all that down." She bit at my lip as I tried to talk, forcing me to push all of my weight on her, I knew she felt my dick for sure now.

"How you gonna make me calm down?" She ran her leg up and down mine and that confirmed it, she came in here barking like the big bad wolf but she was going to leave walking crooked.

Letting her hands go I picked her up, her legs now wrapped around my waist as I pinned her to the wall. Pulling my dick out with my jeans dropping to the floor, it only took seconds for me to slide her panties to the side and enter her ocean.

She gasped as I entered her, my flesh sliding into her juices. Keke was the only girl I hit raw, all the other bitches got the latex dick but my baby got the real deal. I pumped inside her, spreading her open with every thrust of my dick as she moaned.

"Damn boy..." She moaned louder and louder, I was sure the entire shop could hear her by now and I knew she did that shit on purpose so I played along.

"Who's pussy is this?" I asked her, letting her down and pushing her over the towel table. Hand towels flew to the floor as Keke gripped the sides of the table.

I slapped her fat round ass with it turned up to me and her skirt around her waist.

"I said...who's pussy is this." Diving inside her she screamed loud, her voice filling the room. I pushed a towel in her mouth fucking her so hard that my hips clapped against her ass.

I heard her screaming my name through the towel and that's what I liked to hear.

"Don't...bring...yo...ass...back...up...here...to...my...shop...acting...crazy....YOU HEAR ME." I pounded harder as she moaned through the towel.

Keke was my bitch. I trained her, my dick knew every curve of her pussy like a tunnel I created. She was mine and she wasn't going anywhere. Yeah I had other bitches but she was my main chick and everyone knew that. And this was the way this shit was going to stay.