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

    hated the fuck on sight and would have blown his useless brains out if I could get away with it. One early evening soon after the scene I started out with, Kat found me by my garage, taking a break and shooting the breeze with Burnt-Out Alex, the gas guy. We had just finished a joint when Kat came running toward my cab. Alex saw her first, and announced her impending arrival as he always did: "Uh oh, Frankie. Here comes Trouble." That's right, Trouble with a capital T. Alex knew the way I felt about Kat, knew the favors I'd do for her at the drop of a hat. So his and my nickname for her was what she was: Trouble. Like I say, Kat was beautiful and smart except when it came to boyfriends. I'm not one to hold back when I feel strongly about something, and I always gave her shit about her taste, or her lack of taste, in men. Kat thought I was just doing it to tease her. I knew I was doing it because... well, you know why I was doing it. One night when she was babbling on in Ebonics mode, I just had enough and cut her off. "Jesus fuckin' Christ! I look at you and there's this classy white girl sitting next to me. I listen to you and it's a fucking ghetto low-life bitch yakking away sounding just like her goddamn pimp! Talk straight or I'm gonna throw your stupid whore ass out of this moving car!" Kat gasped in mock disbelief. "Oh no! Reeeally, Frankie?" Then she began to suck on her fingers like they were my dick. She even leaned forward so I couldn't miss what she was doing ...
    while I still kept my eyes on the road. I finally said sheepishly, "Okay, okay.... So I'll throw your dumb ass out after my blowjob, you stupid fuckin' ghetto hoe!" "Hah!" Kat laughed triumphantly. "Yeah that's right, Frankie, I'm a stupid hoe, right? That's why you don't get your BJ till you drive me where I wanna go, right? Hah!" That was Kat. Not just smart, also a real smart ass. Back to the night she found me hanging with Alex. "Hey big stud, wanna' run me over to Oakland for a slurpy?" She asked it excitedly and nervously. I could tell she needed me to say Yes, and even without the details I knew why. Fucking Rasheed was hassling her about some shit, probably insisting she drop off money sooner rather than later. Of course she knew what my answer was going to be, because no matter how much crap I gave her about her shitty life choices she knew I was crazy for her. What she didn't know was that I would give her the ride without the blowjob. Then again she probably did know it and just wanted to keep our relationship uncomplicated. Professional. When she came back out of the motel and dropped down in the front passenger seat, we headed to the Oakland Bay Bridge lot. She didn't say much on the ride over, just kept fidgeting nervously. I made a point of ignoring her; but just before we got to the lot she burst out with, "Damn, Frankie. My mo' fuckin' boyfriend be trippin'." Kat was clearly in a bad state, close to tears. So I knew enough not to rag her about speech patterns. I ...