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“I’ll be back in two weeks, mama,” the 51 year-old said.
“Okay, sweetheart. Drive safe. Let me know when you make it home,” replied the septuagenarian with thinning onyx dyed hair pulled into a bun.
Andrea Beale hopped into his long-wheelbase, red 2016 Jaguar XJR. He backed out of the driveway of the two-story, symmetrical Georgian Revival house where he spent his c***dhood. He headed home.
After a five hour drive, Andrea arrived at his palatial townhouse. He was not the sort to do yard work. He had grown up as the only son of a second generation Black doctor. He’d also followed in the path of his dad and grandfather ultimately specializing in internal medicine. But he tired of the profession after a few years, so at age 42 he went to law school. Now, he specialized in medical malpractice defense.
Andrea had spent the past week with his mother, Bette, after burying his father. Thankfully, there wasn’t much that needed to be handled. Most of the assets had already been properly divided. There were accounts that were payable upon Dr. Junius Beale’s death to Andrea’s two half-sisters. All of the property was & other accounts were owned in joint tenancy with Bette so all of that went to her.
Andrea was overdue for a pounding. He started scrolling through the contacts on a messaging app. He hit up a younger dude that had slayed his pussy previously. The cat replied and said he was available in a couple of hours. Andrea agreed to thee timeframe, then went to fix a stiff drink. The effeminate professional preferred cognac. So that is what he had. He ran a bath and addled some oils in it.
“Okay, Google,” Andrea spoke louder than necessary with his still soft voice. He instructed the AI assistant to turn on the HD television above the jacuzzi tub and start streaming the newest season of his favorite period drama.
He soaked quietly and sipped the beverage he’d poured into a large glass. He was enjoying the show thus far. He stood up and toweled off his golden brown skin. He lathered on some vanilla cupcake scented lotion then got dressed in a slutty hot pink mini dress, white thigh high stockings, & black spike heels. He affixed a long platinum wig to his head and strutted downstairs. Andrea topped off his drink.
The guy he knew as Jay, hit him up asking if it was cool to swing by now. Andrea quickly informed he was ready and waiting. He snapped a quick pic in the mirror showing off his round rump.
Jay arrived and Andrea let him inside. “Missed you,” the hostess smiled.
“Yeah, right,” the thirty-something rolled his eyes. “I ain’t heard from you in a minute.”
“I’ve been busy.”
“It’s cool.”
“You look sexy as hell though! You ready?”
“Yes,” beamed the sissy.
“Come on then!”
“Jay led the way down the stairs to the bottom floor of the tri-level house. He knew the way to the bedroom where he usually fucked Andrea. “You smell good as fuck, boo,” the 6’3”; 255-pound, chocolate brown dude with the shaved head remarked. Once in the room, he dropped his jeans. They fell around his ankles atop his nubuck leather boots. He took his member out of the slit of his plaid boxers. “Suck it, gurl!”
Andrea knelt. The steamy scent smelled like man. She licked the tip of the cock. Then, she wrapped her luscious lips around it and sucked it to life. It grew to eight inches. She ran her tongue over the salty, hairy balls. She slurped on them too,
“Ah shit, gurl! You gon’ suck the skin off this muthafucka,” Jay exclaimed. “Come on and let a nigga fuck you real quick!”
Andrea hopped on the full-sized bed.
Jay spread her generous cheeks and spat on her hole. He smacked them. The jiggled.
“Give it to me,” she shook her juicy tail.
Jay pushed inside slowly. “Ah damn!”
“Ooh,” the homeowner winced.
“Let me in that boipussy, bitch!”
“Yes, sir!”
Andrea’s muscles relaxed.
Jay went in to the hilt. Then, he pulled halfway out and went back in. He stroked at a rapid pace after that.
“Fuck me,” wailed the sissy! “Fuck my faggot ass!”
“Yeah, faggit! Take all this big dick!”
“Oh my god, Daddy!”
“You like how a nigga fuck you?”
“Yes, sir!”
“Don’t let it be so long till you hit me up next time,” he slammed forcefully pushing Andrea flat on the bed.
Jay began the assault. He jumped in and out of her pussy.
Pfffffft. Pffffft. Andrea’s hole farted because it was so open.
“Hell yeah! Make it talk, bitch!”
“Oh, Daddy! Fuck my ass!”
“That’s a good li’l faggot! You like this big dick in that wide ass?”
“Yes, sir! Oh my god!”
Jay flipped Andrea on his side. He fucked with every bit of his might. His bulky, bullish body thrust mightily into the thickset pussyboy. “This is my pussy!” Sweat drenched his body.
The perspiration felt like pellets of rain on his smooth skin. “Oh, nigga! I love it!” He worked his hips in circles taking every inch of the monster.
“Fucccckkkk,” roared Jay as he nutted.
Andrea got up and fetched a warm washcloth for him to clean up. He promised to hit the mammoth man up within the week for another round.
Jay spanked the firm bottom and left.
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The next week, Andrea was back at work. He poured over medical records and charts in an effort to limit his client’s liability. His cell phone rang. It was his mom.
“Hey, mama,” he answered.
“You busy,” she asked.
“A little. What’s up?”
“I wanna sell that car.”
“Why?”
“I hate it.”
“Okay,” Andrea sat forward. “But you know that your name isn’t on the title so really it’s owned by you, me, Linda, & Jennifer.”
“That’s fine. One of you needs to come get it and soon. I don’t want any money from it.”
“Alright, mama! Let me get back to work and I’ll figure it out.”
“Thanks,” Bette ended the call.
Unbeknownst to Andrea, Bette loathed the classic 1961 MGA 1600 Mark II soft-top roadster because it had been the elder Dr. Beale’s pussy magnet. She stayed married to the tall, brownish-yellow-skinned man with hazel eyes all those years enduring the hurt. Junius even had an outside c***d during their marriage. She needed it gone. Interestingly, Bette never took the time to recall that when she met Dr. Beale, he was married to someone else and had a daughter.
Andrea took a lunch break when he strawberry pecan grilled chicken salad arrived by delivery. He sent a group text to his sisters about the car.
Linda Beale was divorced and had resumed use of her maiden name. The 58 year-old pediatrician replied almost instantly that she had no use for it. Just sell it for it would fetch and mail her a check was the jist of her input.
Jennifer Watkins replied an hour later. The teacher indicated that she was fine with selling it. She just wanted to check with her son to see if he wanted it. Andrea explained that she would have to buy our everyone else’s share to do that. Jennifer called.
“Hey, sis,” he answered.
“Hey, Dre! How are you?”
“I’m fine. You?”
“I’m good. I was thinking if I don’t buy you out, couldn’t I just technically say no and eventually, Julien would inherit cause neither you nor Linda have heirs.”
“Well, sis,” Andrea tried to sound unannoyed. “Any one of or a combination of the owners could file a suit requesting the judge force the sell or make one of us buy the others out. I promise I’m trying to screw y’all.”
“I didn’t say that,” she snapped.
“I know. I’m just saying.”
“It’s fine to sell,” the middle school science teacher said. “Terry looked it up online,” she referred to her husband.
“What did he find,” the lawyer-doctor pursed his lips.
“Great condition would be around 38 or 39 thousand.”
“It’s not in great condition. It’s probably good or close to good.”
“Well, can you put up ad and see what we can get?”
“I was planning on it.”
“Great! I’m going to find someone to ride up there with me this weekend so I can bring it back to my place. My mom wants it gone.”
“Sounds good. Keep us posted.”
“I will,’ he hissed at the woman four years younger.
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That evening, Andrea called a friend he’d known for around 18 months.
“Charlie, how the heck are ya?”
“I’m good, sexy! What’s up?”
“I need a favor.”
“Oh,” the deep voice slumped.
“Forget it,” huffed the queer.
“C’mon. What is it?”
“My dad had a ‘61 MGA. It’s at my mom’s house and she wants me to pick it up this weekend. I need someone to ride with me so I can drive it back.”
“I’ll go if you let me drive that thing.”
“Fine.”
“When am I gonna get some more of that pussy,” the retired airman asked.
“Soon.”
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Saturday arrived. The 5’10”, 200-pound, dark chocolate man pulled up at 5:30 a.m. in his burnt orange, 4-door 2017 Nissan Titan pickup. He got out and strutted to the door.
Andrea opened it stepped outside before he could knock. “Let’s go.”
They loaded into the Jag and took off.
Andrea and Charlie spent only a couple of hours with Bette. They wanted to return home tonight. She had prepared lunch for them. There was baked chicken & rice with steamed yellow squash & zucchini. She’d also served a pan of her scratch-made brownies.
The two fellows hit the highway and made it back to Andrea’s house by 6:30 p.m.
“How did it drive,” inquired Andrea.
“She’s a sweet ride. How much you want for it?”
“What are you offering?”
“I don’t know,” the man who spent 24 years in the Air Force stroked his goatee.
“My brother-in-law looked it up. He thinks we can 40.”
“Thousand?”
“Yeah, but that would mean excellent condition. I’m hoping for around 28 to 30.”
“I’m gonna have to pass right now. These k**s in college and always needing money,” he chuckled.
“Wanna come inside?”
“Hell yeah!”
It didn’t take long for the retired master sergeant to start fondling the host’s hefty ass cheeks.
“You wanna fuck me,” cooed Andrea.
“Oh yeah,” the married man nodded.
They went into the master bedroom. Andrea started sucking the already erect 9-inch prick. Charlie thrust cautiously fucking his face slowly.
Andre offered him his ass by getting on all fours.
Charlie went inside. “Ooh wee,” he howled. “This is some good pussy, Drea!”
“Thank you,” eked the sissy. “Be gentle.”
“I been thinking about fucking you all day long.”
“Me too!”
“You think your mama know I’m fucking you!”
“She probably does.”
“Yeah,” he grunted. “She told me to be good to her boy before we left.”
“Oh my god,” giggled the sub.
“Yeah,” chortled Charlie. “She knows you’re my bitch and I be fucking you!”
Charlie hammered vigorously now. He slapped the corpulent, smooth butt cheeks.
“Oh yeah, Master Sergeant! Fuck me,” begged Andrea.
“Yeah, gurl! Take all this straight married dick! Miss Bette know you taking it.”
“Oh my god! Fuck this faggot ass!”
“Yeah, faggit! You take dick better than my wife.”
Andrea hopped off the hard cock. He turned around and sucked on the glistening member some more.
“Suck that pussy juice off that dick! You like how you taste? Got damn,” the dominant man extolled.
The punk got back on the bed. He lay on his back.
Charlie mounted him and started back pounding.
They kissed while humping and gyrating.
“Ahhhhhhhhh,” groaned Charlie as he unloaded.
Andrea knew he had to get back home to his nosy wife. He thanked him and said, “Can’t wait till next time.”
“Me neither,” the military man concurred.
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Andrea wanted to have a mechanic look at the vehicle before putting up the ad. He found a couple of places.
On Tuesday afternoon, he left work early and went home to retrieve the roadster. He took it to Millard’s Volunteers Imports. He parked the 2-door classic and went inside.
A cute, fresh-faced chick with glossy brunette hair, light brown eyes, and warm skin said, “How may I help you?”
“I’m here to see, uh,” Andrea looked at her phone. “Chad Millard.”
“Okay, what’s your name and I’ll buzz him?”
“Andrea Beale. It’s about the ‘61 MGA.”
“Oh,” the girl perked up. “Mr. Millard mentioned that. Let me go get him right now.”
A lumberjack of a man came out to lobby. His faded gray work clothes were stained with oil and grit. “Nice to meet you. I’m Chad,” he extended his hand. “Let’s go take a look.”
The shop owner took with blue-gray eyes and ash-brown hair a look around the car. He asked, “Are you just looking to get rid of it?”
“Sell it. Yes.”
“Right. I’d be willing to take it off your hands. You had any offers yet.”
“No, but there’s another mechanic interested,”
“It wouldn’t happen to be a fella named Hamrick, would it?”
“Yes it is.”
“He’s a good guy. Real good mechanic, but he’s gonna lowball you. Let him give you an offer and I’ll beat it for sure.”
“But what kinda condition is it in?”
“I’d say it’s good. Not quite at excellent though. Like I say. Talk to Hamrick then give me a call. Here’s my card. I really like it.”
Andrea accepted the business card. “You gonna fix it up and sell it.”
“Naw! I love classic cars. I’ll fix it up and probably keep it. My dad & Hamrick try to outdo each other with the collection.”
“You don’t sell anything?”
“For the right price everything’s for sale,” he chuckled. “We gotta eat, right?”
“True. Got anything nice?”
“Oh yeah,” Chad scratched his head. He pulled out his phone and tapped the screen. “This here silver beauty is a ‘55 Mercedes Benz 300 SL roadster. Them gullwing doors are bad. This an ‘80 BMW M1. They only made ‘em for like three years. Kinda looks like a Ferrari don’t it. Those two together are worth about one-point-seven mill.”
“Wow!”
“Yeah. My dad got ‘em a long time ago. Most of the rest of our stuff ain’t worth as much, but we love ‘em.”
“Awesome! I’ll let you know.”
“You better. Or I’ll have to whoop you,” he laughed.
“I might like that,” teased Andrea.
“I know,” Chad replied matter-of-factly with a wink.
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It was 5:13 p.m. All the employees of Millard’s Volunteers Imports were gone. Well, most of them. Chad sat in his office with his shirt unbuttoned, legs spread and fat, juicy cock in the receptionist’s mouth. “Suck it, honey,” he groaned as his head tilted back. He held her crown with his calloused, tattooed, chubby hands. “Yeah, sissy! Suck Daddy’s big cock! You know Daddy’s gonna fuck your li’l sissy pussy before we go home, don’t ya?”
“Mmhmm,” moaned the trap who had a mouthful of manhood down her throat.
Chad’s mobile phone rang. He didn’t recognize the number, but answered it anyway. “Millard,” he said plainly.
“Hey, Chad. It’s Andrea Beale from earlier.”
“Yeah,” the mechanic sat up and held up his forefinger for the gurl to stop. “What’s up?”
“Hamrick offered me 21.”
“Motherfucker. Can I come test drive it now?”
“Sure. I’ll text you the address.”
“Is 45 minutes from now good?”
“Sure!”
“I’ll be there!”
Chad ended the call. He looked the male-to-female transsexual and said. “Daddy’s gonna have to fuck you later. But you can make me cum real quick!”
She went back to work on the 8-inch tool. She stroked the shaft with one delicate manicured hand and massaged his furry nutsack with the other.
“Oh shit,” he gripped the arms of the worn leather office chair. He rose slightly out of his seat as he came. It shot all over the bitch’s face. “Don’t you look pretty,” he chuckled. “I gotta go.”
Chad cleaned off and changed into a plain white T-shirt and some jeans. He drove to Andrea’s in a 2012 Ford F-150.
Andrea tossed him the keys and he walked to the car. “You not comin’?”
“I hadn’t planned on it.”
“Ah, hell! Hop in! I insist.”
“Okay.”
The automotive guy took it easy out of the exclusive golf course neighborhood filled with McMansions and several opulent rowhouses. The streets were wide and quiet with only a few k**s outside in the park.
“I like how she handles,” Chad opined. “Tell you what, I’ll give you 25.”
“Really,” Andrea swiveled his head.
“Yep. I could give you 15 tomorrow and the other 10 in 30 days.”
“Uhhhh.”
“We can sign a contract.”
“Of course we will! I’ll draw it up. But how do I know you’ll pay the rest?”
“You don’t know it, but I run a respectable business. Can’t have my reputation taking a hit.”
“I guess.”
“I can make a down payment today.”
“How much?”
“This much,” Chad grinned as he grabbed Andrea’s hand and placed it on his crotch. “About eight inches is how much.”
“What the…”
“Don’t act like you don’t like cock. The way you switch when you walk. The way you look at my body.”
“But I…”
“Let’s go back to your place and we can negotiate!”
“Yes, sir!”
“That’s a good li’l faggit,” the man turned the vehicle around.
Inside the lovely home, Andrea fell to his knees. He took out Chad’s thick dick. He was turned on by the half naked man’s broad chest and slight pudge. His Daddy sleeve tattoos on each arm were colorful and intriguing. He sucked the sizable White monster.
“Good god, fag! Suck Daddy’s cock!”
“Mmm!”
“You know I was getting it sucked when you call?”
“Hmmmm!”
“Yeah! By my receptionist. She’s a li’l trap fag.”
“Mmhmm!”
“She’d be pissed if she knew I was about to fuck you? She’s sexy, but I also like juicy booties. And chocolate! Get up on the bed. I’m ready to fuck,” he ordered.
Andrea lay his torso across the bed with his feet on the floor. Chad moved behind and pointed his member at the steamy ass hole. He went inside. “Ah, yeah!”
“Owwwww,” whined Andrea. “Be gentle!”
“Ah! Shut up,” grunted Chad. “You’re a faggit. You like it rough!”
He jackhammered Andrea’s hole while the sissy screamed.
“Oh, bitch!”
“Fuck me!”
“Yeah, slut! I love faggit whore pussy!”
“Oh, Chad! Give me that big White dick!”
“Yeah, baby! Take it!”
Chad bellowed as he released the built up tension into Andrea. “Fuck, you got some good ass!” He slapped the cheeks as he chuckled.
“Thanks! Deal accepted.”
“Okay, sweetheart. Drive safe. Let me know when you make it home,” replied the septuagenarian with thinning onyx dyed hair pulled into a bun.
Andrea Beale hopped into his long-wheelbase, red 2016 Jaguar XJR. He backed out of the driveway of the two-story, symmetrical Georgian Revival house where he spent his c***dhood. He headed home.
After a five hour drive, Andrea arrived at his palatial townhouse. He was not the sort to do yard work. He had grown up as the only son of a second generation Black doctor. He’d also followed in the path of his dad and grandfather ultimately specializing in internal medicine. But he tired of the profession after a few years, so at age 42 he went to law school. Now, he specialized in medical malpractice defense.
Andrea had spent the past week with his mother, Bette, after burying his father. Thankfully, there wasn’t much that needed to be handled. Most of the assets had already been properly divided. There were accounts that were payable upon Dr. Junius Beale’s death to Andrea’s two half-sisters. All of the property was & other accounts were owned in joint tenancy with Bette so all of that went to her.
Andrea was overdue for a pounding. He started scrolling through the contacts on a messaging app. He hit up a younger dude that had slayed his pussy previously. The cat replied and said he was available in a couple of hours. Andrea agreed to thee timeframe, then went to fix a stiff drink. The effeminate professional preferred cognac. So that is what he had. He ran a bath and addled some oils in it.
“Okay, Google,” Andrea spoke louder than necessary with his still soft voice. He instructed the AI assistant to turn on the HD television above the jacuzzi tub and start streaming the newest season of his favorite period drama.
He soaked quietly and sipped the beverage he’d poured into a large glass. He was enjoying the show thus far. He stood up and toweled off his golden brown skin. He lathered on some vanilla cupcake scented lotion then got dressed in a slutty hot pink mini dress, white thigh high stockings, & black spike heels. He affixed a long platinum wig to his head and strutted downstairs. Andrea topped off his drink.
The guy he knew as Jay, hit him up asking if it was cool to swing by now. Andrea quickly informed he was ready and waiting. He snapped a quick pic in the mirror showing off his round rump.
Jay arrived and Andrea let him inside. “Missed you,” the hostess smiled.
“Yeah, right,” the thirty-something rolled his eyes. “I ain’t heard from you in a minute.”
“I’ve been busy.”
“It’s cool.”
“You look sexy as hell though! You ready?”
“Yes,” beamed the sissy.
“Come on then!”
“Jay led the way down the stairs to the bottom floor of the tri-level house. He knew the way to the bedroom where he usually fucked Andrea. “You smell good as fuck, boo,” the 6’3”; 255-pound, chocolate brown dude with the shaved head remarked. Once in the room, he dropped his jeans. They fell around his ankles atop his nubuck leather boots. He took his member out of the slit of his plaid boxers. “Suck it, gurl!”
Andrea knelt. The steamy scent smelled like man. She licked the tip of the cock. Then, she wrapped her luscious lips around it and sucked it to life. It grew to eight inches. She ran her tongue over the salty, hairy balls. She slurped on them too,
“Ah shit, gurl! You gon’ suck the skin off this muthafucka,” Jay exclaimed. “Come on and let a nigga fuck you real quick!”
Andrea hopped on the full-sized bed.
Jay spread her generous cheeks and spat on her hole. He smacked them. The jiggled.
“Give it to me,” she shook her juicy tail.
Jay pushed inside slowly. “Ah damn!”
“Ooh,” the homeowner winced.
“Let me in that boipussy, bitch!”
“Yes, sir!”
Andrea’s muscles relaxed.
Jay went in to the hilt. Then, he pulled halfway out and went back in. He stroked at a rapid pace after that.
“Fuck me,” wailed the sissy! “Fuck my faggot ass!”
“Yeah, faggit! Take all this big dick!”
“Oh my god, Daddy!”
“You like how a nigga fuck you?”
“Yes, sir!”
“Don’t let it be so long till you hit me up next time,” he slammed forcefully pushing Andrea flat on the bed.
Jay began the assault. He jumped in and out of her pussy.
Pfffffft. Pffffft. Andrea’s hole farted because it was so open.
“Hell yeah! Make it talk, bitch!”
“Oh, Daddy! Fuck my ass!”
“That’s a good li’l faggot! You like this big dick in that wide ass?”
“Yes, sir! Oh my god!”
Jay flipped Andrea on his side. He fucked with every bit of his might. His bulky, bullish body thrust mightily into the thickset pussyboy. “This is my pussy!” Sweat drenched his body.
The perspiration felt like pellets of rain on his smooth skin. “Oh, nigga! I love it!” He worked his hips in circles taking every inch of the monster.
“Fucccckkkk,” roared Jay as he nutted.
Andrea got up and fetched a warm washcloth for him to clean up. He promised to hit the mammoth man up within the week for another round.
Jay spanked the firm bottom and left.
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The next week, Andrea was back at work. He poured over medical records and charts in an effort to limit his client’s liability. His cell phone rang. It was his mom.
“Hey, mama,” he answered.
“You busy,” she asked.
“A little. What’s up?”
“I wanna sell that car.”
“Why?”
“I hate it.”
“Okay,” Andrea sat forward. “But you know that your name isn’t on the title so really it’s owned by you, me, Linda, & Jennifer.”
“That’s fine. One of you needs to come get it and soon. I don’t want any money from it.”
“Alright, mama! Let me get back to work and I’ll figure it out.”
“Thanks,” Bette ended the call.
Unbeknownst to Andrea, Bette loathed the classic 1961 MGA 1600 Mark II soft-top roadster because it had been the elder Dr. Beale’s pussy magnet. She stayed married to the tall, brownish-yellow-skinned man with hazel eyes all those years enduring the hurt. Junius even had an outside c***d during their marriage. She needed it gone. Interestingly, Bette never took the time to recall that when she met Dr. Beale, he was married to someone else and had a daughter.
Andrea took a lunch break when he strawberry pecan grilled chicken salad arrived by delivery. He sent a group text to his sisters about the car.
Linda Beale was divorced and had resumed use of her maiden name. The 58 year-old pediatrician replied almost instantly that she had no use for it. Just sell it for it would fetch and mail her a check was the jist of her input.
Jennifer Watkins replied an hour later. The teacher indicated that she was fine with selling it. She just wanted to check with her son to see if he wanted it. Andrea explained that she would have to buy our everyone else’s share to do that. Jennifer called.
“Hey, sis,” he answered.
“Hey, Dre! How are you?”
“I’m fine. You?”
“I’m good. I was thinking if I don’t buy you out, couldn’t I just technically say no and eventually, Julien would inherit cause neither you nor Linda have heirs.”
“Well, sis,” Andrea tried to sound unannoyed. “Any one of or a combination of the owners could file a suit requesting the judge force the sell or make one of us buy the others out. I promise I’m trying to screw y’all.”
“I didn’t say that,” she snapped.
“I know. I’m just saying.”
“It’s fine to sell,” the middle school science teacher said. “Terry looked it up online,” she referred to her husband.
“What did he find,” the lawyer-doctor pursed his lips.
“Great condition would be around 38 or 39 thousand.”
“It’s not in great condition. It’s probably good or close to good.”
“Well, can you put up ad and see what we can get?”
“I was planning on it.”
“Great! I’m going to find someone to ride up there with me this weekend so I can bring it back to my place. My mom wants it gone.”
“Sounds good. Keep us posted.”
“I will,’ he hissed at the woman four years younger.
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That evening, Andrea called a friend he’d known for around 18 months.
“Charlie, how the heck are ya?”
“I’m good, sexy! What’s up?”
“I need a favor.”
“Oh,” the deep voice slumped.
“Forget it,” huffed the queer.
“C’mon. What is it?”
“My dad had a ‘61 MGA. It’s at my mom’s house and she wants me to pick it up this weekend. I need someone to ride with me so I can drive it back.”
“I’ll go if you let me drive that thing.”
“Fine.”
“When am I gonna get some more of that pussy,” the retired airman asked.
“Soon.”
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Saturday arrived. The 5’10”, 200-pound, dark chocolate man pulled up at 5:30 a.m. in his burnt orange, 4-door 2017 Nissan Titan pickup. He got out and strutted to the door.
Andrea opened it stepped outside before he could knock. “Let’s go.”
They loaded into the Jag and took off.
Andrea and Charlie spent only a couple of hours with Bette. They wanted to return home tonight. She had prepared lunch for them. There was baked chicken & rice with steamed yellow squash & zucchini. She’d also served a pan of her scratch-made brownies.
The two fellows hit the highway and made it back to Andrea’s house by 6:30 p.m.
“How did it drive,” inquired Andrea.
“She’s a sweet ride. How much you want for it?”
“What are you offering?”
“I don’t know,” the man who spent 24 years in the Air Force stroked his goatee.
“My brother-in-law looked it up. He thinks we can 40.”
“Thousand?”
“Yeah, but that would mean excellent condition. I’m hoping for around 28 to 30.”
“I’m gonna have to pass right now. These k**s in college and always needing money,” he chuckled.
“Wanna come inside?”
“Hell yeah!”
It didn’t take long for the retired master sergeant to start fondling the host’s hefty ass cheeks.
“You wanna fuck me,” cooed Andrea.
“Oh yeah,” the married man nodded.
They went into the master bedroom. Andrea started sucking the already erect 9-inch prick. Charlie thrust cautiously fucking his face slowly.
Andre offered him his ass by getting on all fours.
Charlie went inside. “Ooh wee,” he howled. “This is some good pussy, Drea!”
“Thank you,” eked the sissy. “Be gentle.”
“I been thinking about fucking you all day long.”
“Me too!”
“You think your mama know I’m fucking you!”
“She probably does.”
“Yeah,” he grunted. “She told me to be good to her boy before we left.”
“Oh my god,” giggled the sub.
“Yeah,” chortled Charlie. “She knows you’re my bitch and I be fucking you!”
Charlie hammered vigorously now. He slapped the corpulent, smooth butt cheeks.
“Oh yeah, Master Sergeant! Fuck me,” begged Andrea.
“Yeah, gurl! Take all this straight married dick! Miss Bette know you taking it.”
“Oh my god! Fuck this faggot ass!”
“Yeah, faggit! You take dick better than my wife.”
Andrea hopped off the hard cock. He turned around and sucked on the glistening member some more.
“Suck that pussy juice off that dick! You like how you taste? Got damn,” the dominant man extolled.
The punk got back on the bed. He lay on his back.
Charlie mounted him and started back pounding.
They kissed while humping and gyrating.
“Ahhhhhhhhh,” groaned Charlie as he unloaded.
Andrea knew he had to get back home to his nosy wife. He thanked him and said, “Can’t wait till next time.”
“Me neither,” the military man concurred.
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Andrea wanted to have a mechanic look at the vehicle before putting up the ad. He found a couple of places.
On Tuesday afternoon, he left work early and went home to retrieve the roadster. He took it to Millard’s Volunteers Imports. He parked the 2-door classic and went inside.
A cute, fresh-faced chick with glossy brunette hair, light brown eyes, and warm skin said, “How may I help you?”
“I’m here to see, uh,” Andrea looked at her phone. “Chad Millard.”
“Okay, what’s your name and I’ll buzz him?”
“Andrea Beale. It’s about the ‘61 MGA.”
“Oh,” the girl perked up. “Mr. Millard mentioned that. Let me go get him right now.”
A lumberjack of a man came out to lobby. His faded gray work clothes were stained with oil and grit. “Nice to meet you. I’m Chad,” he extended his hand. “Let’s go take a look.”
The shop owner took with blue-gray eyes and ash-brown hair a look around the car. He asked, “Are you just looking to get rid of it?”
“Sell it. Yes.”
“Right. I’d be willing to take it off your hands. You had any offers yet.”
“No, but there’s another mechanic interested,”
“It wouldn’t happen to be a fella named Hamrick, would it?”
“Yes it is.”
“He’s a good guy. Real good mechanic, but he’s gonna lowball you. Let him give you an offer and I’ll beat it for sure.”
“But what kinda condition is it in?”
“I’d say it’s good. Not quite at excellent though. Like I say. Talk to Hamrick then give me a call. Here’s my card. I really like it.”
Andrea accepted the business card. “You gonna fix it up and sell it.”
“Naw! I love classic cars. I’ll fix it up and probably keep it. My dad & Hamrick try to outdo each other with the collection.”
“You don’t sell anything?”
“For the right price everything’s for sale,” he chuckled. “We gotta eat, right?”
“True. Got anything nice?”
“Oh yeah,” Chad scratched his head. He pulled out his phone and tapped the screen. “This here silver beauty is a ‘55 Mercedes Benz 300 SL roadster. Them gullwing doors are bad. This an ‘80 BMW M1. They only made ‘em for like three years. Kinda looks like a Ferrari don’t it. Those two together are worth about one-point-seven mill.”
“Wow!”
“Yeah. My dad got ‘em a long time ago. Most of the rest of our stuff ain’t worth as much, but we love ‘em.”
“Awesome! I’ll let you know.”
“You better. Or I’ll have to whoop you,” he laughed.
“I might like that,” teased Andrea.
“I know,” Chad replied matter-of-factly with a wink.
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It was 5:13 p.m. All the employees of Millard’s Volunteers Imports were gone. Well, most of them. Chad sat in his office with his shirt unbuttoned, legs spread and fat, juicy cock in the receptionist’s mouth. “Suck it, honey,” he groaned as his head tilted back. He held her crown with his calloused, tattooed, chubby hands. “Yeah, sissy! Suck Daddy’s big cock! You know Daddy’s gonna fuck your li’l sissy pussy before we go home, don’t ya?”
“Mmhmm,” moaned the trap who had a mouthful of manhood down her throat.
Chad’s mobile phone rang. He didn’t recognize the number, but answered it anyway. “Millard,” he said plainly.
“Hey, Chad. It’s Andrea Beale from earlier.”
“Yeah,” the mechanic sat up and held up his forefinger for the gurl to stop. “What’s up?”
“Hamrick offered me 21.”
“Motherfucker. Can I come test drive it now?”
“Sure. I’ll text you the address.”
“Is 45 minutes from now good?”
“Sure!”
“I’ll be there!”
Chad ended the call. He looked the male-to-female transsexual and said. “Daddy’s gonna have to fuck you later. But you can make me cum real quick!”
She went back to work on the 8-inch tool. She stroked the shaft with one delicate manicured hand and massaged his furry nutsack with the other.
“Oh shit,” he gripped the arms of the worn leather office chair. He rose slightly out of his seat as he came. It shot all over the bitch’s face. “Don’t you look pretty,” he chuckled. “I gotta go.”
Chad cleaned off and changed into a plain white T-shirt and some jeans. He drove to Andrea’s in a 2012 Ford F-150.
Andrea tossed him the keys and he walked to the car. “You not comin’?”
“I hadn’t planned on it.”
“Ah, hell! Hop in! I insist.”
“Okay.”
The automotive guy took it easy out of the exclusive golf course neighborhood filled with McMansions and several opulent rowhouses. The streets were wide and quiet with only a few k**s outside in the park.
“I like how she handles,” Chad opined. “Tell you what, I’ll give you 25.”
“Really,” Andrea swiveled his head.
“Yep. I could give you 15 tomorrow and the other 10 in 30 days.”
“Uhhhh.”
“We can sign a contract.”
“Of course we will! I’ll draw it up. But how do I know you’ll pay the rest?”
“You don’t know it, but I run a respectable business. Can’t have my reputation taking a hit.”
“I guess.”
“I can make a down payment today.”
“How much?”
“This much,” Chad grinned as he grabbed Andrea’s hand and placed it on his crotch. “About eight inches is how much.”
“What the…”
“Don’t act like you don’t like cock. The way you switch when you walk. The way you look at my body.”
“But I…”
“Let’s go back to your place and we can negotiate!”
“Yes, sir!”
“That’s a good li’l faggit,” the man turned the vehicle around.
Inside the lovely home, Andrea fell to his knees. He took out Chad’s thick dick. He was turned on by the half naked man’s broad chest and slight pudge. His Daddy sleeve tattoos on each arm were colorful and intriguing. He sucked the sizable White monster.
“Good god, fag! Suck Daddy’s cock!”
“Mmm!”
“You know I was getting it sucked when you call?”
“Hmmmm!”
“Yeah! By my receptionist. She’s a li’l trap fag.”
“Mmhmm!”
“She’d be pissed if she knew I was about to fuck you? She’s sexy, but I also like juicy booties. And chocolate! Get up on the bed. I’m ready to fuck,” he ordered.
Andrea lay his torso across the bed with his feet on the floor. Chad moved behind and pointed his member at the steamy ass hole. He went inside. “Ah, yeah!”
“Owwwww,” whined Andrea. “Be gentle!”
“Ah! Shut up,” grunted Chad. “You’re a faggit. You like it rough!”
He jackhammered Andrea’s hole while the sissy screamed.
“Oh, bitch!”
“Fuck me!”
“Yeah, slut! I love faggit whore pussy!”
“Oh, Chad! Give me that big White dick!”
“Yeah, baby! Take it!”
Chad bellowed as he released the built up tension into Andrea. “Fuck, you got some good ass!” He slapped the cheeks as he chuckled.
“Thanks! Deal accepted.”
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