1. My Boyfriend Be Trippin'


    Date: 8/14/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Blowjob, Erotica, Hardcore, Prostitution, Author: Frankie Morello, Rating: 82.4, Source: sexstories.com

    Chapter 1 ________________________________________________ My Boyfriend Be Trippin' You'll Give Me A What? If I Drive You Where? Take it from Frankie: You can love a whole category of women, and I most definitely do: Hookers. I could give you a hundred reasons why I love 'em, one skillful blowjob in the front seat of my cab or one quick hot fuck in the back seat at a time. But this isn't about "love" in the way I love big dogs and baseball and homemade lasagna. It's about Love with a capital L. Stupid Love at that. It's about Kat. I'd just driven Kat from Geary, the street she was working, to the motel in Oakland where she was living, so she could make a drop-off. I was driving her back to work on Geary but we'd made a little detour.... The Oakland Bay Bridge commuter parking lot is nice and quiet at 2 AM. A good spot to enjoy a joint and a blowjob. Kat and I had just finished the joint. "Nice weed, Frankie," Kat said. She reached over, squeezed my cock through my pants and giggled. "Oh, and I guess you're ready for your BJ now, huh?" I was always ready for anything from Kat. She was fucking beautiful: A great, tight little body; short blonde hair, big, dazzling baby blue eyes, and full pouty red lips just made for sucking. Street work will age a woman fast but at the ripe old age of 20 Kat was still ahead of the game. We were in low light now, but I'd seen her looking great even in the noonday sun. Yeah, I was ready for Kat. But I decided to tease her a little. Pretty sure ...
    of yourself, eh doll? Who says I want a BJ?" She squeezed my cock again, then slid her palm all the way down to my balls and cupped them through my pants. "Oh, he be wantin' it awright," she laughed. "Best let him out fo' he bust out." Right there was something about Kat that pissed me off royally. With her blonde hair and blue eyes Kat was as whitebread as could be. But courtesy of her stupid motherfucking pimp boyfriend Rasheed, Kat could turn on the Ebonics whenever she wanted and sound like a goddamn ghetto low-life. She knew it ticked me off because I'd called her on it before. But she also knew she was safe laying on the street talk at the moment. After the weed we'd just smoked there was no fucking way I'd let my anger get between me and a super special Kat-style blowjob. I'd never found a chick who could suck cock as great as Kat did. And believe me I'd been searching. I slid out from behind the wheel and let her go to work. She jerked my belt buckle open, popped the button on my jeans and zipped them down. Ready? Hah. I was rock hard. I lifted up so she could yank my pants and jockeys down around my knees. She grasped the base of my dick in her little fist, leaned over and spit a thick foamy ball of saliva right onto the head. Such a dirty, slutty little gesture, made even dirtier because it came out of such an angelic face. My cock pulsed and I thrust up towards her. Man oh man, I needed to bury my dick in that angel face. Kat rolled her fingers over my cock knob, ...
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