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

    simply asked what Rasheed was pissed about this time. Incredibly she launched into a story about how she needed new whore shoes but Rasheed insisted she only spend "Fiddy dollah" and she couldn't find anything that low but did manage to find some decent shoes for "Fiddy-five dollah." "Rasheed be trippin' I din't follow his word an' spent more 'n' he say. Now he all bent outa shape an' shit." Rasheed had insisted she take back the shoes. Get the picture? This wasn't what it sounded like -- a stupid little story about shoes and money. It was a fucked up, sinister power trip about control and obedience, the tools of pimphood. Kat was clearly upset, without doubt because there had been more than words exchanged. I couldn't see any marks on her face, but knew it was just because Rasheed was too smart for that. Damn for sure there had just been some bitch-slapping that Kat was too ashamed to mention to me. No doubt there had also been the threat, no, the promise of more to come. I was upset because Kat was upset. And I was angry and frustrated because there really wasn't a damn thing I could do about the grim life she had chosen for herself. But just in case you're wondering, the answer is No. As soon as we parked I did NOT let either Kat's unhappiness or my frustration get in the way when she reached over, jerked my belt open, popped my pants button and zipped down my fly. I slid out ...
    from behind the wheel, lifted up to help her pull my pants and jockeys down around my knees. I kept my eyes open as she parted her beautiful glistening lips and took my cock in her mouth... because Kat giving me head looked every bit as beautiful as it felt. I loved watching her go down on my cock. Like I said right at the start, Kat's suck skills were way too good to let anything else get in the way. It didn't take me long to shoot a big load into her mouth, either. But what happened next was strange. Instead of us both zipping up and getting ready to roll back to business as usual, Kat just laid there with her head in my lap. I found myself stroking her head softly, running my fingers gently, very gently through her short blond hair. Finally, without moving, Kat murmured into the darkness, "Frankie? Do me a favor? Take me the fuck away from all of this, Frankie." Jesus. What the fuck were the tears doing in my eyes? Ah, I never said I wasn't crazy. But I'm not stupid. I wouldn't let Kat see the stupid tears. I slid back behind the wheel, twisted the key in the ignition and gunned the engine. Kat sat up stiffly without another word, staring straight ahead. I hiked my pants and buckled up. Silently, we headed back to Sodom and Gomorrah. Take it from Frankie: There is no percentage in falling in love with a hooker. No percentage at all. Hookers you fall in love with are TROUBLE!
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