Client: Ashley Anderson - Josie's Sister

Ashley walked into the shop ready to get her hair whipped up.  With her and Joe getting married soon, she wanted to clear her conscious on some things.  Josie has always been her biggest supporter, so naturally she was the first person Ashley wanted to come clean with.

            “Hey Ashley.  How’s you and my niece doing?” asked Josie rubbing Ashley’s stomach.

            “We’re doing just fine Sissy, because I just got through eating,” Ashley laughed.  She put her purse in a cabinet under Josie’s station, then walked over to the shampoo bowl.

            “You look like you’re ready to pop,” said Josie.

           

            “You’re not short stopping either,” Ashley replied.  Josie laughed at her sister as she put the smock on her.

            “Josie, I have a confession to make,” said Ashley as Josie leaned her head back into the sink.

            “Are you sure you want to tell me at this sink?  I don’t want to drown you back here,” Josie replied with a smirk.

            “I’m trying to clear my conscious before me and Joe get married.  And, you’re the first person that I’m doing this with,” said Ashley.

            “Well go a head and spit it out then,” said Josie wetting down Ashley’s hair.

            “Okay, here goes nothing…”

            Russell had come over to Josie’s house after partying with his boys.  They had been celebrating his boy Trey’s birthday.  So, they had been popping big bottles.  He wanted to lay up inside of his boo, because she’d been spending a lot of time at Kennedy’s spot.

            Russell put the key he lifted from her purse in the door, hoping that Josie had come home.  He walked into the living room, and noticed someone was sleep on the couch.  He had been drinking and smoking weed trying to relax, but what he really needed was to feel his woman.

            Russell walked towards the couch, noticing a thick pair of thighs and a fat ass staring back at him.  My baby fell asleep on the couch.  That’s why she hasn’t been answering the phone, thought Russell.  He walked over and began rubbing her thighs.  All he wanted to do is make love to her, and apologize for his transgressions against her.

            Russell threw the bottom of the comforter over her head as he turned her over on her stomach, kissing up her thighs, then here ass, resting his face between her legs.  She began to moan, as she spread her legs wider, allowing his tongue into her folds.

            “You taste so good,” groaned Russell devouring her wetness.  He palmed both sides of her cheeks, squeezing them as he ate her goodies like groceries. 

            “Slid it in…” she moaned as she bounced her ass in his face.  This excited Russell, so he gripped her thighs tighter, putting his face further inside of her.

            “You like that daddy?” she purred as she continued to ride his face. 

            “You know I do,” Russell replied as he unfastened his pants.  He stood up and dropped them, ready to serve Josie up right.  She threw the comforter off, ready to get freaked real good.  She propped her ass up in the air as she got on all fours.

           

            “You ready to get served?” asked Russell stroking himself.  “You’ve been a bad girl.”  He smacked her on the ass, hard.

            “Ewww… do it again, Daddy,” she teased poppin her ass in the air.  Russell slapped it again, getting excited.

            “Take that with your tuff, ass,” laughed Russell hitting her again.  He rubbed the head of stiffness against her wet folds.  “You ready, too!  You wet as a muthafucker.”  He pushed inside as his eyes rolled into his head.  For some reason Josie felt different, but it didn’t matter.  It felt good to him and his libido, and that’s the only thing that mattered.

            “You feeling a little wider,” said Russell.  “But I like it.”  She pushed back, bouncing against him as she moaned with satisfaction.  Russell reached up and grabbed her breast, pinching her hard thin nipple. 

            “Damn baby…  pull my nipples,” she moaned.  “Ahhh…”

            Russell grabbed her by the hips, digging one of his knees down into the couch.  He pulled her hard against him, as he pushed deep inside of her.  She grunted as he began to go deeper inside of her.  She dropped down lower, trying to soften the blows.  This nigga was trying to get something off his chest, apparently.  And, chastising her for running off is a good enough reason for him to punish her with his length.

            “You ran off little girl, and Daddy don’t like that,” said Russell pushing down hard inside of her.  “You know I don’t like that shit!”  Russell relentlessly rammed his dick inside of her, causing her to whimper occasionally.

            “Oh give it to me…”

            “I’m gone give it to you, a’ight,” said Russell felling better.  All he wanted was for Josie to show him some respect.  She was too tough for his liking, but she was who he wanted.  All he had to do is continue to train her to be the woman he wanted.  Levi said, ‘All women can be trained if they’re in love with you.   It’s all about how good your pipe game is…’ and that shit is true.  So, if he continued to screw her like this, she would have no problems conforming to him.

            Russell felt himself about to orgasm, so he quickened his pace even more.  He could tell that she was about to orgasm too, because she began to make a whining sort of moan that was getting higher in octave the quicker he went inside of her.

            “Oh shit…” he yelled out as he nutted.

            “Oh shhhhhiiiittttt…” she called out as her orgasm surfaced through her body. 

            He laid down on her back as he tried to catch his breath.  He spanked her across the ass, smiling, because he was satisfied.  As he lifted up, he noticed a tattoo on her lower back.  It read: Jack’s Property.  Russell looked up.

            “Ah shit!  Ashley!”    

Josie's Client Quita

The buzzer went off at Beautiful Hair Designs, Josie’s hair salon as she looked at the door.  Ms. Carol hit the button, unlocking the door.  A tall slender woman dressed in a short, hot pink spandex dress came waltzing through the door.

“Josie girl!  Am I too late?” asked Quita walking over to Josie’s station.

“You just made it Quita,” said Josie taking a cape off her station.  “I was just about to cross your name out, and do Tiffany’s hair.”

“I’m so glad you didn’t do that, hun.  Because, I got a hot date with my sugar daddy.  And, my hair has to be whipped up when I go see him,” Quita replied.  “He’s the one who pays the car note on that bad ass Chrysler 300 I drive.”  Josie cut her eyes at Quita as she sat down at the shampoo bowl.  Josie put the cape around Quita’s neck before she turned on the water and adjusted the temperature, then she lowering Quita’s head down into the bowl.



“So, tell me about this Sugar Daddy, because you have several of them,” said Josie.  Quita always had a juicy story to tell when she came to the shop.  It wasn’t like she searched for drama.  But, naturally, Quita is drama.  Quita smiled at Josie as she perched her lips.


“Josie girl.  You know they have to pay to play with all of this goodness.  I don’t fuck for kicks, because I’m good at what I do,” Quita replied.

“Okay, I have a question.  Would you consider yourself a hoe if these men are paying you to be with them?” asked Josie.

“I don’t care what they call me,” Quita replied.  “As long as they keep dishing out cash, I’ll be anything they want to call me.  This Sugar Daddy I’m meeting tonight calls me his ‘Divine Devil’…  DD for short.”

“And, why does he call you ‘Divine Devil’, DD for short ?” asked Josie inquisitively.  Quita laughed.


“I’ve been trying to tell you about him since I got here,” said Quita turning up her lips.  “But, anyways…  He’s a pastor at one of the popular Baptist churches here in the city.  I’m not gone name no names, because I don’t know who’s lurking around.  And, his wife almost caught us in the vestibule of the church last Sunday.”  Quita laughed as she thought about it.

“What Quita, girllll,” said Josie.  “You’re messy.”  Quita continued to laugh.

“He gets a kick out of that shit.  When he approached me, it was so unexpected, because we normally don‘t talk at church.  He came up to me after church on Sunday,  and I was completely thrown off.”



“Good afternoon Sister DD,” said Pastor.  “You’re looking beautiful today in that righteous dress.”

“Pastor, you’re so crazy,” Quita replied beaming.  “You like this?  I wore it just for you.”  She stuck out her butt, rubbing her hand across it as she looked back at him,   batting her long, false eyelashes.  Pastor looked around before grabbing a handful of her ass.

“Goodness gracious, Lord!  Now, you know I like it when you wear them dresses that hug all of that thickness,” said the Pastor lustfully.  “I was watching you from the pulpit.  I couldn’t get it out of my mind, all the ways you called God last night.”  Pastor leaned down and licked Quita’s top lip.

“Ewww… Pastor you tripping,” said Quita putting her hand up against him.  “What if someone sees us?  What if your wife catches us?”

“She’s a bit pre-occupied right now,” Pastor replied looking into the sanctuary through the closed doors.

“In that case,” said Quita walking up on him, going in for a kiss.”


“Now wait a minute DD,” said Pastor.  “You know you’re breaking two of my rules don’t you.”  Quita looked at him strange.  “You have on lipstick, and you’re wearing perfume.  Now, you know I don’t let you kiss me when you have on all of that stuff.  I’m a married man, and I can’t get caught up with another woman’s lipstick on my lips.  Let alone smell like another woman.  My wife would crucify me if she found out about us.”  Quita cut her eyes at him as she looked around.  She grabbed Pastor’s arm, and pulled him into the nurse’s room.  She cracked the door, just in case someone came out in the vestibule, so that they could hear them coming.


“I sucked you up real good last night, and you mean to tell me, I can’t get a kiss,” snapped Quita.  “My lipstick shouldn’t be what you’re worried about, Pastor…  Its what can come out of my mouth that should concern you.”  Pastor smirked as he grabbed Quita by the throat.


“You’re playing a dangerous game DD, and I don’t think you want to go around making threats.  There have been many women before you.  And, I can always find another to do the nasty things you do,” Pastor replied.

“But, have they been transsexuals?” smirked Quita.  “Cause the way I see it, everyone thinks I’m a woman.  But, how will everyone respond when I come before the church and admit that I use to be a man.  And, I’m having an affair with their beloved pastor?  You’re wife will probably drop dead on the spot.”  Quita was being very catty, because she knew Pastor wasn’t going to do anything to her.

“You don’t have to do all of that, baby.  You know I don’t like it when you break the rules.”

“Well I don’t like it when you grab me around my neck, except when we’re having sex,” Quita replied.


“Quita girl!  I can’t stand you,” said Josie laughing.  “You would set that man’s business out like that?”  Quita looked up at Josie smugly.

“Baby, let me tell you something about a true Queen…  Don’t try to pull our hoe card.  Because, when you play pussy…  You will get fucked!”


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