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Peter Pecker groans.
“Aah, shit, Peter Pecker, this white bitch got some good ass…uh, aaah…”
He groans into Pink Tits’ pussy.
She moans loudly, reachin’ for this Peter muhfucka’s dick—that ain’t really all that lil’ like she says it is, but compared to my shit, I guess it is—and starts strokin’ it.
“Yes, you big, black bull! Come for me! Flood my sweet white ass with your big black cock cream!”
I groan. Grip her hips. Then fuck my head up when I start growlin’ like some wild animal ‘n’ bite into her neck.
I nut…hard.
Pink Tits cries out ‘n’ starts cummin’ outta her ass. I press my sweaty chest up against her clammy back ‘n’ squeeze her titties, still grindin’ out the last bit of my nut into her hot ass.
I can’t front. This shit was good.
When I finally pull outta her ass, my condom is soaked in her ass juices ‘n’ flooded wit’ my nut.
I roll the condom off, then make my way toward the bathroom to flush it. But Pink Tits stops me.
“No, wait. Let me feed it to my darling husband.”
I frown, glancin’ over at Peter Pecker. He’s still on the bed, on his knees. His face is wet, his lips glazed, from his wife’s juices. He licks his lips in anticipation when I hand his wife the sticky condom.
I stand here, trippin’ the fuck out as she walks over ‘n’ shoves the condom into his mouth. And the muhfucka chews it like she’s just rolled a stick of cum-flavored gum into his mouth.
Goddamn. These muhfuckas are nasty…
FIVE
“Here, babe,” I say, handin’ Nivia three hunnid dollars. “It ain’t much, but it’s a lil’ pocket change for you.”
I don’t tell her about the other five hunnid I got tucked away ’cause I ain’t tryna explain no more than I have’ta.
She frowns. Eyes the paper in my hand suspiciously, before reluctantly takin’ it. “Where’d you get this?”
I swallow. “?’Member that cat I told you I helped move?”
She raises a brow. “Uh, yeah…”
On some real shit, I ain’t wit’ lyin’ to my girl. But I know the shit I’m doin’ to make a few dollars ain’t somethin’ she’s gonna be down wit’ ‘n’ I ain’t beat for a buncha beefin’ about shit she told me to get out ‘n’ do in the first place.
“Hell, go out and sling dick if that’s gonna keep these bills paid…”
Maybe she ain’t really mean that shit. Still, she said it. And, guess what? The shit’s puttin’ a few extra dollars in my pocket ‘n’ allows me to pay some’a these bills.
What I’m doin’ isn’t wrong. But it ain’t really right, either.
Still, it’s easy paper. And it’s doin’ somethin’ I love to do. Fuck. And get this dick sucked. And, yeah, aiight…I might have’ta shit on a few nasty muhfuckas here ‘n’ there. Whatever. If muhfuckas are willin’ to pay for a lil’ pleasure, why shouldn’t I be the one to help them fulfill some of their freaky desires?
Real shit…as far as I see it, it’s a win-win situation.
My mind reels back to Peter Pecker ‘n’ his wife, Pink Tits. Now them two are some freaky muhfuckas. Do you know after that nasty muhfucka chewed up my nut-flooded condom, Pink Tits started kissin’ him.
Then, right after he finished chewin’ out my nut, Pink Tits told him to spit the condom out into the toilet, then flush it. He did. Then she started yellin’ at him. Callin’ him all types of fucked-up names.
“You worthless bastard! You lousy fuck! Look at you, you useless piece of shit! You let that Masked Man fuck my pussy, then tear my ass to shreds with his big horse cock and you did nothing, worthless fuck! You let him fuck me! Oh, how good he fucked me, you selfish bastard…!”
