The Pimp
It was about half past four, hot as hell, I’m kicking back outside my condo in South Central when I see this convertible crawling down the street towards me. It stops and this white dude, skinny, with gelled blonde hair and these super-dark shades leans out and gives me a shit-eating grin.
“My man!” he yells. “You know where we can get us some blow?”
Fucking asshole. He sees some black dude hanging out on the street and he automatically thinks drug dealer. I may be a pimp but I don’t do none of that shit. I’m gonna fucking pull him out of the car and pop a cap in his ass when I see this chick sitting next to him. Fucking hot. I lean over the window and get a good look at her: a couple of years older than me, short pink skirt, long tanned legs, tight white top, big tits, blonde hair, beauty queen complexion, and this cocky little smile, with dimples and shit, like she knows she’s the fuck of the year. She sees me looking at her but she don’t give a fuck, she just giggles. I can tell they’re both already high otherwise they wouldn’t even be in this hood.
“Sure, my man.” I say but he don’t even get the sarcasm, he’s so into impressing his bitch with how cool he is in talking to the big black guy. “Come back in an hour.”
“An hour?” pouts the girl with this cute, dumb, valley girl voice. “I can’t wait that long.” I look at her. She’s got these pink, rosebud lips and big blue eyes with long lashes.
“Alright.” I say. “Wait there.” My man Jefferson deals. I’m straight round to his apartment to pick up a couple a ounces and a pipe.
When I get back they’re still waiting. The girl’s sitting on the hood of the car. Legs crossed at the ankle, one high heel dangling off her pretty little feet. The guy’s pacing up and down. He’s starting to get worried but he can’t back down now.
“You wanna try before you buy?” I say. The guy almost snatches the pipe out of my hand and the girl slides off the hood, real slow and rolls towards us on her heels with her tight little ass swaying, this sexy smile on her face. She fucking wants it, man.
Boyfriend’s looking at her like: fucking dumb bitch, you wanna get raped by the nigger? But they both take a big draw on the pipe. The girl’s tits expand as she breathes in and I can literally see her nipples get erect like the shit’s got a hotline to her little pink cunt. “Man, that’s good.” The guy squeaks.
“A hundred dollars,” I say.
“How fucking much?” Fucking lame-ass got his balls back now.
“Maybe in future you should ask the price first.”
The chick giggles. “He’s got a point, Guy. Give him the fucking money.” He don’t look happy but he takes this super expensive leather wallet out of his pocket and flips two fifties at me from this big roll of notes. Fucking dumbfuck. I could’ve rolled him there and then but I don’t. I’m not into that shit either.
“Next time you come back maybe I’ll give you a better deal.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” he mutters. Gets back in his car and as he’s driving away he shouts, “fuck you, nigger!” and laughs his fucking head off like he’s just made the greatest joke of the century.
Obviously, I wish I’d shot him dead straight out but the next day I’m sitting there when I see the convertible coming down the street again. This time, though, the chick’s behind the wheel and her boyfriend’s nowhere to be seen. She’s got her hair down, flipping all round her pretty face, and when she gets out of the car I can see she’s wearing these little pink shorts and another white top, cropped just above her pierced navel.
“Hi, listen,” she says in this big rush before I can say anything, “I’m, like, so, so sorry about yesterday. My boyfriend is such a prick.”
“So why the fuck are you with the asshole?”
She pats the hood of the car. “Fucking parents cut off my allowance. He’s the only way I get to drive around in a car like this. It’s, like, strictly a commercial deal as far as I’m concerned.”
Fucking knew it. Whore. They’re all whores, one way or another. I smile, real slow. “So you just came back to say sorry?”
“Well,” she cocks her head to one side like a little girl. “I was kind of wondering if you’ve got any more of that good shit.”
“Oh I got some good shit for you, baby.” I go and get another bag for her and hand her the pipe. “You want to join me?” she smiles, real coy, and pats the tan leather passenger seat of the convertible. I walk round the car slowly and she’s watching me all the way as I get in beside her. “Oooh, you’re too big for this little car,” she giggles, and carefully lights the crack pipe.
I love watching her suck on it. She breathes in and I watch as her tits rise and fall in her flimsy white top. Her eyes slowly shut and then half open. She moans slightly and hands me the pipe. I pretend to take a draw but I’m not that dumb. Anyway I wanna be fully awake for what’s gonna happen next. She’s leaning back, her legs open slightly so that her bare thigh is brushing against my pants.
“You like that shit baby?”
“Uh huh,” she moans. I reach over and stroke her blonde hair, pushing it out of her eyes.
She smiles and I put my arm round her slim shoulders.
“You know something? You’re fucking hot,” I say. She opens her blue eyes and turns to look at me all sweet and innocent.
“You think so?”
“You sexy bitch.” I pull her towards me and she don’t resist, smiling this half-smile like she’s got me right where she wants me. I kiss her and her whole body bends towards me, her tongue searching out mine, her tits pressed against my chest, her hands stroking my shaved black head. She puts her hand on my thigh.
“You’re so muscular,” she says, pulling away slightly and squeezing my leg.
I pull her back towards me and kiss her again, hard on the mouth and then all the way down her neck. She lets out a little gasp of pleasure. With one hand I find the lever that lowers the seat back and with the other I grab her top and pull it quickly over her head. She’s not wearing anything underneath. Her tits are high and round, peaches and cream, and they wobble as the little top rides over them.
I gently brush her hard nipples and she gasps again. The seat’s almost horizontal and she’s lying underneath me in just these little pink shorts, her head thrown back. She makes as though to pull her shorts down but I stop her and hold both her hands above her head with one of mine. She’s getting real turned on. She’s breathing hard. I grab the pink shorts in my other hand and tear them down her slim legs, just snagging on her bare feet.
“No panties!”
“It’s the summer!” she protests coyly. Her bush is trimmed to a little half inch strip. Her pussy lips are glistening as her white thighs spread on either side of my waist.
“You’re a fucking horny slut.” I tell her and pull my shirt over my head. She presses both hands against my chest and then brushes them over my sixpack stomach.
“Baby, you look so good,” she moans. I can see her eyes are fixed on the bulge in my pants. I pull them down quickly, the waistband snagging against my cock which is already hard.
“My God,” she moans. “Oh my fucking god.” She puts both hands round my stem and strokes it gently like she’s never seen anything like it.
“You want that?”
“Yes,” she moans. I run both hands down from her slim, white neck over her shoulders, and on to her large, round breasts. “Oh,” she breathes. Then with my right hand I spread her legs wider, so one foot’s up on car door, the other’s on the steering wheel, her pussy gapes and I can see she’s already soaking wet. Carefully, I brush her clit and she squeals.
“You ever been fucked by a nigger?”
“No.” She can hardly speak. Shaking her head back and forth and biting her lip hard. As I stroke her clit she’s trying not to squeal but soon she can’t help it and she’s moaning like a bitch on heat. Her back’s arched against the leather car seat and her toes are curling in pleasure.
“I want your cock,” she begs. Her bare ass slides backwards and forwards on the seat in sheer frustration.
“Say ‘fuck me nigger!’” I order.
“Oh God, ‘fuck me nigger!” she squeals.
“What did you call me?”
“Nigger!” she wraps her arms round my back, diggin her nails in and trying to draw me closer.
“You little white slut. I’m gonna fuck your fucking brains out.”
I’m still stroking her clit and she’s squealing. “Uh, uh, uh. Oh God!” I spread her legs still wider then take my cock and brush it against her high cheek bones.
“Kiss it,” I order. She obediently runs her mouth up and down my cock before taking the head in her mouth. A wave of pleasure hits me. I drag my cock down her face and in between her tits, massaging it between them. She watches with her mouth half open as I slide it over her belly and then just very gently brush it against her clit.
Her whole body judders. “Ughhh.” She moans. “Inside me.” With one hand I scoop her up and flip her on to her belly. “Uh,” she gasps again, feeling the cold leather against her tits. Then, with the other hand, I force her into a kneeling position with her round white ass in the air.
“Oh God,” she tries to turn round to look at me but I push her head down into the seat, her face is contorted, moaning into the expensive leather. “Fuck me nigger, now, please,” she begs.
Her pink cunt looks so good; shining and wet. I raise my cock and aim it carefully. She’s shaking with anticipation. I draw my hips back and then, in one, hard, fast, moment I pierce her like an arrow, my cock throbbing with pleasure as the big apple-head brushes through her wet lips.
“Ughh” she screams, half in pleasure, half in pain. “Do me. Oh God. Do me.” To start with I fuck her slowly, drawing my cock almost all the way out and then plunging it back into her hot, wet cunt. I stroke her hair and then push her head hard, back down into the seat, then grab both tits as I buck rhythmically into her. As I get closer to climax, though, I’m just fucking that bitch, banging her harder and faster, hardly even hearing her screams as she cums, holding on to her white shoulders with my big, black hands, fucking her and fucking her. Anyone could’ve seen us out there in the street in her boyfriend’s convertible and the whole street must’ve heard her. I made her cum four times before at last I explode cum inside her, slowing down and pumping her gently till the last shot of jism’s fired into her wet cunt.
“Oh baby,” she moans, “you’re so good.” I roll her over triumphantly and kiss her flushed, red face. The bitch was mine. It was two days later I saw the white bitch again. She was going into a big house not far from Beverley Hills. She was wearing tight blue jeans, a white t-shirt and carrying a little suede handbag that banged against her thigh as she walked. She looked fine. Her ass had this way of rolling like it was smiling at you saying, ‘fuck me, nigger, fuck me!’
I waited a little while and then went up to the big, white door and leaned on the bell. When she opened it it was like she didn’t even see me straight away. A big black guy just wasn’t on her register of things to be seen on a nice, respectable doorstep like that. She flicked her blonde hair out of her eyes. “You? Jesus! What are you doing here?”
“I came to see you, ain’t you gonna invite me in baby?”
“Fuck!” she looked at me and folded her arms over her big tits. “I really don’t know that it’s a good idea you coming around here, I mean. . .”
“You had a good enough time last time round didn’t you?”
“Sure.”
“You ain’t turned racist on me now sweetcakes?”
“You know I’m not racist.” At that she gave me a coy little smile and put her hands into the back pockets of her jeans, arching her back a little so I got a good look at them titties thrusting into the flimsy white material. She’d kicked off her shoes and somehow her bare feet and painted red nails against the polished floor made her look even sexier and more vulnerable. I was getting wood already and then some.
“I know that honey,” I told her. I’m just joking with you. You going to invite me in or not.”
“OK,” she glanced around the neighborhood to see if anyone had seen me. I guess they’d have just thought I was the pool cleaner anyway.
“Quickly.” I walked in to a huge hall with two doors on either side, shut the front door behind me and then grabbed her and started kissing her.
“Hey!” she pulled away from me. “You can’t do that. That thing we had was just a one off.”
“A one off, huh?” I grabbed her again, put my arms around her, pulled her close to me and then slid my hands down her body to her ass. She resisted for, like, half a second and then her beautiful pink lips were on mine and her tongue was in my mouth. I slid my right leg in between hers and pushed her feet apart so that she was leaning into me, her pussy pressed against my thigh.
“Oh God!” she breathed at last. “I can’t believe you’ve come round to my boyfriend’s house.”
“Your boyfriend’s house, huh? Is he likely to be back any time soon?”
“He might be. I don’t know. He went to a reunion with college friends.”
“Who gives a fuck?” I squeezed her perfect round ass hard and felt her hot breath against my face. “Strip.” I whispered into that sweet little ear she had.
“No way,” she looked up at me, kind of scared. “C’mon. I will fuck you again but not here for Christ’s sake.”
“I told you to strip.” I pulled away from her and folded my arms against my chest. She dropped her hands by her sides.
“You’re an arrogant prick. You think you can just come round here and fuck me?”
“I’m getting tired of your yapping, baby. We don’t have much time now do we? The boyfriend’s gonna be back soon. I want to see you naked baby. You’re so hot. Ain’t you impressed I tracked you down? C’mon baby, you’re the hottest woman I’ve ever had.”
I gave her all that bullshit but it got the bitch all coy and giggly again. “OK, sweetie,” she turned side-on to me and smiled. “I’ll cut you a deal. I’ll get rid of Josh tonight and then come out and find you somewhere.”
“Don’t think you understand,” I shook my head. “I’m not one of your little white boys who can be put off and cock teased.” I put my big black hand up to her pretty white face and caressed her gently. Her eyes half shut. “Are you going to take that top off for me baby?”
“Oh God.” For a second she couldn’t decide then, almost without thinking, she crossed her arms across her body and pulled her white t-shirt over her head. Her big tits were practically sitting up and begging in a tight pink bra and they wobbled as she flipped it past them and on to the floor. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”
“And the rest.”
“Aren’t you going to take something off, too?”
“Maybe.” I grinned. She took the jeans off next, sat down kind of primly on the floor, wriggled her ass a little bit and then pulled them down over her ankles and tossed them to one side. It looked like her hands were shaking.
“That is good, baby.” I whispered. “That is real good.” She stood up dressed just in her matching pink bra and panties and pressed her tiny hands against my chest.
“Now you.” I put my arms round her again and in one easy motion unhooked her bra. It slid down her back and fell to the floor with just this little, cute rustling noise. “I meant you take something off,” she protested kind of weakly.
“No. You take them panties off.” I was enjoying ordering the white girl around and I could tell she liked it whatever she might say to anyone. She took a couple a steps back and crouched down to remove her panties, her hair falling over her face a little bit.
“Uh-huh!” I cheered. “You are a fucking slut. You are the number one white slut bitch in the neighborhood of Beverley Hills!”
“Stop teasing me!” She was naked, the panties were hanging off one foot but she kicked them to one side. Her face was flushed and her unbelievable round tits were too. There was a little sheen of sweat on her flat belly and she kept flicking her hair out of her face. I glanced down at her pussy.
“You need to trim that bush, girl!” She didn’t. Her pussy just had a half inch strip of blonde hair on it but I loved the way she went an even deeper red and tried to cover that cunt with one of her hands while the other totally failed to cover them two big tits.
“Are you going to fuck me or not?” I could tell she was angry and ashamed of herself standing naked in front of a nigger while I was fully clothed. I could also tell that it made her horny as hell.
I looked her up and down for a few beats and then pointed to the floor. “Knees.”
“What?”
“Get on your knees.”
“Why? I’m not. . .”
“Just do it.” I put my hand firmly on the top of her head and she went down on to her knees with only token resistance. Just like a white bitch should. “You know what to do.”
“You want me to suck you, don’t you. You bastard!”
“Just do it.” She paused as if to make a big show of how reluctant she was but I could see this gleam in her eye. She wanted to suck that big black dick. She loved submitting to me. She loved getting naked and getting on her knees.
She started fumbling with the button on my fly and I grabbed her hair making her squeal. “Faster, bitch!” Pretty soon she’d opened my fly and my cock practically sprang out, slapping her on the side of the face. She started kissing it, up and down the length. I tried to stay cool but the wetness of her mouth and her tongue felt real good. Then she put those pink lips over the head and ran her tongue around it a few times, backwards and forwards, swirling round and round.
I grabbed the back of her head, took two handfuls of hair in my hand and pulled her closer so she slid her mouth down my stem. “Bounce it baby.” There was no hesitating this time. She began bouncing her head like a chicken pecking for corn. She slid way down me and then back up again, quicker and quicker. I was breathing hard but I didn’t let her know how good it felt. I’d had dozens of bitches suck my dick but there was something about making a white girl do it in the hallway of her boyfriend’s Beverley Hills house that just blew my mind. She looked so good, glancing up at me every now and then with her sexy green eyes before turning them back down on my big dick.
I guess I heard the sound before she did. I grabbed the back of her head and started fucking her mouth, pumping her. She gasped but did her best to take it. The door burst open just as I was about to burst. I pulled back and sprayed her face with my cum. It covered her lips, her chin, her nose and one side of her cheeks where she turned away at the last minute.
It also hit her eyes so she didn’t see her boyfriend standing there at first. “Hey,” I said withdrawing my cock coolly from his girlfriend’s mouth. “You must be Josh.”
“What the fuck!” His mouth hung open like a fish. She opened her eyes and dragged the back of her hand across her cum-splattered face.
“Josh. . .” It was almost like she was going to say, ‘I can explain!’ but how the fuck was she going to explain that? Instead she said, ‘What are you doing here?”
“I had a call saying you wanted me back here right away.” “What? Oh God Josh I’m so sorry.” She tried to stand up. There was still a little bead of jizz hanging off her chin. He turned away in disgust and then turned back to me. “You. . .”
“Yeah?” I put my dick back in my pants and looked him straight in the eye. “You have a problem with the fact that I just fucked your bitch in the mouth?”
“Get out.” He was trembling with rage.
“Actually, I was just going.” I stepped past him, super cool. As I walked back on to the sidewalk, before the door closed behind me, I heard her say. “I don’t understand it. Who could have called you?”
I smiled to myself. I wonder. . .
Next time I saw her she looked so mad I almost burst out laughing. It was just getting dark and she pulled up outside my place in a cab, got out with her arms swinging by her sides and literally marched right up to me with this you-fucking-bastard pout on her face. “Hey!” I called, real cool.
“He’s thrown me out,” she spat the words at me as soon as the cab drove away. I looked her up and down. She’d changed into fawn pants and she was wearing this suede jacket which hid those lush titties, her sweet blonde hair was tied back and she had an expensive looking hold-all slung over one shoulder.
I thought back to last time I’d seen her: naked on her knees with my cum all over her face. I couldn’t help but smile. “What the fuck are you smiling about?” It looked like she was going to cry.
“Sorry baby, I’m just pleased to see you is all.”
“You’re pleased to see me? You just made my boyfriend throw me out of my house and now I’ve got nowhere to go.”
“I didn’t get him to throw you out,” I leaned back on my car and watched her closely out of half-closed eyes. “It’s not my fault he took exception to you sucking on my cock now is it?”
“You forced me.”
“I forced you?”
“You know what happened,” she choked back tears. “I would have done it. I would have sucked your cock anyway but you made me do it when you knew there was a chance I’d get caught.”
“You’re here to tell me off then, honey? Is that it? I’ve been a big bad nigger and the little white girl is gonna put me straight about a few things?”
“You know why I’ve come here?” she tried to get angry again but she just sounded pathetic. “I’ve come here cos I need to get high cos there’s fuck all else going on in my life right now,” for just a second she couldn’t look directly at me. She stared at the ground and then straightened up and looked me in the eye. “I deserve to fucking get high. You can give me some fucking blow. That’s the least you can fucking do.”
“You got a potty mouth, girl.”
“Don’t patronize me. Have you got anything or not?”
“Sure,” I nodded. I walked round to the other side of the car and her eyes followed me hungrily every step of the way. It took a matter of seconds to load up the pipe but she got so impatient you’d think it was hours. She followed me, I sat down on the driver’s seat and she stood in front of me and almost snatched the pipe out of my hands as soon as I’d lit it. She took it down deep into her lungs and her whole body relaxed. I gently put my hands behind her shoulders and pulled her on to my lap.
“Ohhh,” she sighed, her head rolling back.
“You OK sweetie?”
“I got nowhere to go.”
“I’m sorry. I guess it was kind of my fault that prick threw you out.”
Her voice was sleepy and kind of raspy. “I would’ve sucked your big cock any time. I loved sucking your cock.”
“I know you did. Come on, you can stay with me tonight.”
“I can’t do that. You’ll fuck me up. You’re a bastard.”
“I won’t fuck you up baby,” I chuckled. “I’m gonna fuck you but I’m not gonna fuck you up.” I picked her up easily and carried her inside to my apartment with her head on my shoulder and her arms loosely round my neck.
“Oh baby your blow is good,” she sighed again. The effect didn’t last long, though. We got inside my place and almost as soon as I laid her down on the couch she started waking up and I saw a glint in her eye that was getting mighty familiar.
“Take your clothes off,” I ordered.
“OK,” she smiled her sweetest, most coy smile and took off her jacket. I couldn’t wait so I reached over and pulled her pants down revealing tight white panties. She was hurrying too. She was wearing a strappy blue top and she pulled that off and then undid her white bra practically in one movement. I looked her up and down. She looked so good. Her peaches and cream titties practically sat up and begged and her legs were long and smooth as candy. I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her towards me. She kissed me hard, more desperately than she had before. I lowered her gently on to the floor in between my feet and kicked her legs apart.
“Take off those panties and stroke that pussy, bitch,” I demanded. She agreed without question. She wriggled out of her panties, leaving them carefully to one side on the floor and then her right hand went to her mouth, wetting her forefinger before snaking down to her clit. I watched her, thighs spread, back arched her left hand gently playing with both big tits.
“You stroke me,” she panted.
“What?”
“You stroke me!”
“You think that it’s time to tell the nigger what to do?”
“No,” she pouted without stopping stroking that clit. “I just thought you’d like it – I mean.”
“I ain’t your pool boy.” I lazily kicked her thighs a little further apart so that she was spread as far as she could go.
“Ohh,” she moaned in frustration.
“Call me daddy,” I ordered.
“Daddy?” The dumb bitch looked kind of amused but she went along with it, her breathing getting a little ragged. “Please stroke me, daddy!”
I moved my big right foot on to her mound and began roughly dragging it back and forth. “Oh daddy!” she gasped, half angry half turned on.
“I’m going to fuck your ass,” I announced. “I ain’t done that yet.”
“No way,” her voice changed – went all hard and cold. “I don’t do that.”
“Well then you can get dressed, get the fuck out and pay me for the shit,” I stood up and glared down at her.
“I’m not a…whore!” she protested with her legs still spread on either side of my feet so I was looking straight down on her spread pink cunt, and that little cute tuft of blonde hair.
“Then give me my money and get the fuck out.” For a second she looked like she was going to cry.
“I’m not a whore,” she repeated. “I’m not letting you fuck my ass as payment for drugs.”
“I never said you was a whore.”
“I’d let you do it anyway but you’re so big it’ll hurt.”
“I’ll be real careful.”
“You promise?” She batted her eyelashes at me, flashing her big blue eyes like a choir girl, folding her hands over her tits.
“Sure, baby. Go upstairs to my bathroom and you’ll find I’ve got some lube that’ll make it feel real nice.”
She scrambled to her feet, her tits jiggling. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.” I watched as her naked white ass disappeared up my stairs. I loved the way she ran, her little hands flapping by her hips like she was just off the cheerleader team, her blonde hair bouncing like a shampoo ad.
“Good girl,” I told her as she arrived back, naked, nervously clutching a white bottle of lube in front of her tits.
“I’m not a whore,” she repeated for the third time. “I’m trusting you that you won’t hurt me.” I lazily stepped out of my clothes and her eyes got a more scared glint than usual when she saw my cock stiffening.
“You’re way too big,” she protested.
“We’ll see about that,” I growled. “Lube me.” She knelt on the floor in front of me, squeezed a large dollop of oil on to her palm and rubbed it into my cock from the head right down to my balls. It felt so good I couldn’t help but smile down at her. “You gonna love this. Lie on your back.”
She did as I ordered and I picked her up by her pretty little feet and pushed them backwards so that her sweet asshole was exposed. “Ohhhh,” she gasped.
“Now do yourself!” It was so cute. I bet she’d never stuck a finger in her asshole before but she covered two fingers with lube and started smearing it in little circles around the entrance to her hole. Then she squeezed another white dollop out of the tube and pushed it gingerly up there, two fingers thrusting right inside. She was naked on her back with her feet practically by her head. I stared at her and almost laughed. Her tight little hole did look too small to take my cock.
“Say ‘fuck my ass daddy!'” I commanded.
“Fuck my ass, daddy!” she moaned as her hands instinctively went back to her cunt and she watched me with big, scared eyes. I got down on the floor in front of her and began rubbing my big applehead against her tight hole.
“Oh God,” she moaned again but she started flicking her clit faster and I could tell she was unbelievably turned on. She cried out as I began pushing my cock inside her but she couldn’t take her eyes off it. I pushed it in just a little way and then took it out.
“Say ‘I’m a little white whore and my ass needs fucking'”
“I’m a little white whore and my ass needs fucking!” On the word fucking her voice almost broke as she stroked her cunt faster. This time I pushed it in and kept pushing. She moaned but I couldn’t tell if it was in pain or in pleasure. “Oh daddy!” she squealed as I fucked her.
“Yes bitch?” But I could see she was losing her mind, her head was thrown back, her mouth was open and she was squealing like a bitch with every thrust. “Oh Daddy, oh God, fuck me, fuck me!”
My fingers were digging into her white calves where I was holding her long legs up, leaving little red circles. I pushed in further and, for the first time, my balls slapped against her ass. I was filling her up, her sphincter squeezing my cock so good I knew I was going to cum. As I got closer I held her ankles with one hand while slapping her ass hard with the other, making her squeal even louder.
“Oh yes bitch!” I crowed. “Stroke that cunt! Show me how much you love having that tight ass fucked.”
“Oh yes! Yes! Uhhhhhhh! Uhhhhh!” she was totally losing it, slapping the floor with her left palm, her tits jiggling uncontrollably, her blonde hair thrown back behind her head like a fan, her wet mouth open. “Oh God daddy!!!”
“Uhhh!” I came fiercely inside her, filling her ass with my seed, just as she came.
“Ahhhhhhh! Ahhhhh!” she screamed.
“You fucking dirty slut,” I laughed out loud slowing down my thrusts. “What kind of a whore cums from being fucked in the ass?” She didn’t reply. She was flushed and limp, her eyes closed, an expression half of shame half of ecstasy on her face.
I slowly pulled my cock out of her ass with a wet pop and then moved forward to straddle her head. Her eyes opened in shock. “Clean me off, bitch,” I ordered.
“No way!” she protested.
“If you ever want me to give you blow again you’ll clean me off.” Without any further protest she took my softening cock and began licking it clean, tasting her own ass. She sucked as much of it as she could and then licked it like a cat, all the way down to my balls.
“Say ‘thank you, daddy!'” I commanded.
“Thank you daddy,” her face was bright red. I put her feet down on the floor and sat back up on the sofa.
“Go get me a beer from the fridge.” Without saying anything she struggled to her feet and demurely tried to clean off a little of the cum that was oozing from her ass hole. I watched her white ass as she bobbed into the kitchen. There was a pink mark, like a brand on it from where I’d slapped her harder than I thought. I picked up the phone by my side and dialled my friend Nile.
“Hey Nile,” I chuckled. “I think I’ve got me my best bitch yet.”