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The muhfucka started whining like a lil’ bitch, beggin’ her for forgiveness.
“You want forgiveness, lil’ piggy dick?!”
“Yes, my sweets. Forgive me, my love. Please…”
“Then you had better beg the Masked Man to stay ‘n’ watch what comes next.”
Peter Pecker looked over at me. “Please, Mister Masked Man. Stay.”
I frowned. “Yo, I ain’t signin’ up for this extra shit, yo.”
“Please. I’m begging you. I’ll double your fee. Plus throw in a bonus.”
Enough said. The muhfucka had me sold. Even though I wanted to get the fuck up outta there, he had me with that “I’ll double your fee” shit. Plus, on some low-low type shit, my nosey ass kinda wanted to stay ‘n’ see what else they were about to get into. And, word is bond, yo…them muhfuckas didn’t disappoint.
“On the bed, you sad, pathetic fuck!” Pink Tits told him.
Peter Pecker eagerly did what he was told, practically droolin’ as he spread out on the bed. Real shit, I though Pink Tits was about to fuck him or some shit until I peeped her walkin’ over to the other side of the room ‘n’ yankin’ Peter Pecker’s thick leather belt from the loops of his khakis tossed on the floor.
Peter Pecker was stretched out on his stomach, grindin’ his cock into the mattress, waitin’.
Pink Tits doubled the belt ‘n’ snapped it together, the leather crackin’ loudly.
Oh shit! This bitch’s about to whoop this muhfucka’s ass…
“Get on your knees, you pathetic bastard!”
This muh
fucka hoisted his ass in the air, then yelled out, “Yes, my love…whip my horny, white ass!”
Pink Tits slapped the belt across his ass.
Whap!
Whap!
Whap!
She whooped the shit outta Peter Pecker until his ass turned red ‘n’ bruised. Five, ten, twenty whacks to the ass wit’ the belt, then the bitch dropped the belt ‘n’ started lickin’ over his ass cheeks, pullin’ his dick to the back ‘n’ strokin’ it.
I couldn’t believe the shit I was watchin’. But I ain’t gonna front. The shit kinda made my dick hard ‘n’ I couldn’t help but stroke my shit, watchin’ as she made Peter Pecker nut, then licked his shit clean.
Pink Tits walked me to the door, then leaned in ‘n’ kissed me on the cheek. “Thanks for a fabulous time. Are you free next week? Same time?”
I smirked. “No doubt. I’ll be back for some more of that sweet ass.”
“It’s all yours for the taking,” she said, before shuttin’ the door behind me.
Real shit, two hours of sex play ‘n’ I walked up outta Peter Pecker’s crib wit’ nine crisp Ben Frankies; eight hunnid for my company ‘n’ another hunnid as bonus for stayin’ longer.
• • •
“I did some more work for him earlier today,” I say, pushin’ this morning’s ep in the back of my mind. “Turns out dude’s a butcher ‘n’ has a lil’ butcher shop over in the city. One of his workers is out on some kinda medical leave so dude’s gonna let me fill in until cat gets back…”
“Oh,” she says, tryna decide if she wants to believe the shit I’m spittin’ or not.
“I mean, it’s only temporary ‘n’ the pay ain’t much, but it’s straight cash, feel me? And we can def use the ends until I can snatch up a job wit’ some benefits ‘n’ shit.”
