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“No, sweetie! We’re not doing that,” the homeowner said softly, but firmly. “I wanted you. Not you and your homeboys and cousins.”
“But, you all da way out here in da burbs, bae! I be bored as hell.”
“I understand. Give me a day to figure out another option. Cool?”
“Yeah. Please come up with sum soon. You best thang dat happened to me. I don’t wanna leave,”
“Then don’t. But if you do, then go.”
“Damn! You so cold,” chuckled the coffee-colored urban brotha.
“Have I not always told you that,” checked Shon.
“True dat,” confirmed Mag.
“But, I’m totally into you.”
“Is that so,” he moved into Shon’s personal space.
“Yes, sexy!”
“Well, show a nigga wassup, boo!”
“Give me 20 minutes. Cool?”
“Yeah, chocolate booty. Hurry up!”
“Order dinner,” the eager vixen yelled while rushing to the bathroom.
“What you want?”
“Doesn’t matter.”
Shon Watts started the shower.
The houseguest chose a wing shop menu to select food. He placed the order for a 30-pack with hot, lemon pepper, & teriyaki flavors, a bucket of potato wedges, and extra ranch. He gave the restaurant worker the number from his prepaid debit card.
Shon’s phone dinged informing him that a purchase had just been made. It put the balance on his friends card down to $17.32. He transferred $35 to his stallion then stepped into the steaming water.
Shon was a no nonsense manager in the health information insights department of a major regional insurance provider. Shon took no shit from anyone. Period. Not his parents. Not his boss. Not his employees. Not his significant other. Well, unless it was in bed with his partner. He was a total bossy bottom bitch - running things in public and being a slut for hard dick in private. He had never been one to back down even though he was always effeminate. He still had an assertive inquisitive personality.
Shon majored in math at a small HBCU and eventually earned his M.P.H. with an emphasis in biostatistics. He owned a nice three-bedroom house in an established suburban enclave and had two vehicles - a 2017 Volkswagen Tiguan crossover SUV & a 2004 Volkswagen Passat sedan. In the course of his 40 years, he learned at least one thing - there can only be one Alpha in a relationship.
Shon attempted to pair with various men of different races that were also driven and high-earning Alphas. While he was a complete submissive in the bedroom, most of them men could not take his general mouthiness or lack of constant subservience. Shon didn’t mind fetching a beer for his Daddy on occasion or rubbing his man’s feet, but he was not always willing to do it. He also took trips when he wanted without telling his lovers his plans. He considered it okay because many of them were married.
The only one that was on his level from a career trajectory perspective had been Julius Rice, a slender, tall dark-skinned geoscientist with a wife and two k**s. Julius and Shon met through a website and spent three years in harmonious fucking bliss while he was working in town away from his family. They lived their own lives for work and social, but in fucking they were one.
Shon knew it was time for the second phase of his plan. He’d introduce the idea to Mag in a few minutes.
Shon emerged dressed in a fishnet bodysuit, red spiked heels, and neon green wig. “Is the food here?”
“Yeah,” Mag answered having already started eating.
“So you couldn’t wait on me for five fucking minutes. That is some bullshit.”
“Nah, boo. I just grabbed one of each flavor to make sure they was straight.”
“Whatever,” the five-foot-eleven diva hissed.
“I swear. I ain’t even opened no sauce.”
Shon relaxed. It was all a part of keeping a sexy thug in check. He fixed a plate. Mag got a real serving of food.
“I was thinking,” Shon revealed. “I could get a place in the city close to the transit line. You know just a little efficiency apartment or something.”
“Oh yeah,” Mag perked up. “Dat sound good.”
“Yeah. You’d be closer to your friends. They could come though on occasion, but nobody is moving in.”
“Nah, ma! It’ll be just us.”
“I mean it, Mag. The first time you ask for someone to spend the night, I’m breaking the lease and leaving you there.”
“You ain’t gon’ hafta do dat, boo!”
“Alright. I’ll look into it tomorrow.”
The dude who had just been released from county jail 43 days ago after serving four months for a d**g paraphernalia conviction was satisfied with what he heard.
Shon could tell Mag was happy. But, what Mag didn’t know was Shon already owned a duplex in the hood. One side was rented out by a special needs adult and the other was Shon’s spot for his thug lovers.
Mag annihilated his food. He belched for almost a minute and lit a blunt. Shon smoked a little too. Soon, they were high.
Mag looked in Shon’s eyes and asked, “You ready?”
“Yes, sir,” the alpha was shedding and the bitch appearing.
Shon went down the hallway first,
Mag smacked his dumpy booty. “You so slim, but you got donk!”
Shon giggled and jumped on the bed. He sucked Mag’s generous 7-¾ inch dick. It was hard and thick.
Mag licked his finger and stuck in Shon’s anus. He loosened the fuck hole.
“Ohhhhhhh,” whined the alpha bitch.
“You gon’ take dis dick!”
“Yes, sir!”
“Bend over! Face down! Ass up!”
Mag went in.
Shon yelped.
From the very beginning, Mag had no mercy. He pounded with vigor. His loins slapped against the soft, jiggly booty. His balls knocked into Shon’s smoothly shaven taint. “Take dis dick, bitch!”
“Yes, Mag! Fuck me!”
“Hell yeah, baby! Take all dis dick, faggit!”
“Oh my god! Give it to me! Tear my ass up!”
“Yeah! Fuck back on this dick,” he demanded.
Mag flipped Shon onto his side.
Shon reacted positively to being manhandled. “Yeah, nigga. Take this fag pussy!”
“Yeah, bitch,” barked Mag. “Look at dis dick goin’ in and out dat ass!”
“It feels so good! I love it!”
“You love this dick?”
“Yes, Mag! I love it!”
“Treat me right den, baby!”
“Yes, sir!”
The dominant, slightly younger man lifted Shon. He placed the femme bottom so that his butt was on the edge of the bed and his hands were on the floor. Mag stood up over the now open rectum and dove back inside. He delivered long, full, forceful strokes.
“Oh shit,” cried Shon. “Fuck me! Fuck me, nigga!”
“Damn, bitch! You gettin’ all dis dick yo!”
“Fuck my sissy asspussy!”
“Shit! You such a fuckin’ slut for dis dick.”
“Yes I am!”
“Get up here and suck out dis nut!”
Shon moved around and opened his mouth.
Mag busted a massive load.
A few days later, Shon took Mag to the freshly cleaned. The 2-bedroom, 1-bath 900-square-foot space had two comfortable beds, a generic brand 42-inch TV in the living room, and other basic necessities. There was nothing Shon would be afraid to lose. It was all second hand and a few years old by now.
“Dis great, bae! I’ma fuck you good tonight.”
“I can’t wait,” smiled Shon. “Your homies can come over. Just no spending the night.”
“Yeah, bae! I got you!”
Shon loved keeping his thugged out young niggas on a leash of sorts, but letting them boss him in bed.
Mag was pleased. He fucked Shon in every room that night.
“But, you all da way out here in da burbs, bae! I be bored as hell.”
“I understand. Give me a day to figure out another option. Cool?”
“Yeah. Please come up with sum soon. You best thang dat happened to me. I don’t wanna leave,”
“Then don’t. But if you do, then go.”
“Damn! You so cold,” chuckled the coffee-colored urban brotha.
“Have I not always told you that,” checked Shon.
“True dat,” confirmed Mag.
“But, I’m totally into you.”
“Is that so,” he moved into Shon’s personal space.
“Yes, sexy!”
“Well, show a nigga wassup, boo!”
“Give me 20 minutes. Cool?”
“Yeah, chocolate booty. Hurry up!”
“Order dinner,” the eager vixen yelled while rushing to the bathroom.
“What you want?”
“Doesn’t matter.”
Shon Watts started the shower.
The houseguest chose a wing shop menu to select food. He placed the order for a 30-pack with hot, lemon pepper, & teriyaki flavors, a bucket of potato wedges, and extra ranch. He gave the restaurant worker the number from his prepaid debit card.
Shon’s phone dinged informing him that a purchase had just been made. It put the balance on his friends card down to $17.32. He transferred $35 to his stallion then stepped into the steaming water.
Shon was a no nonsense manager in the health information insights department of a major regional insurance provider. Shon took no shit from anyone. Period. Not his parents. Not his boss. Not his employees. Not his significant other. Well, unless it was in bed with his partner. He was a total bossy bottom bitch - running things in public and being a slut for hard dick in private. He had never been one to back down even though he was always effeminate. He still had an assertive inquisitive personality.
Shon majored in math at a small HBCU and eventually earned his M.P.H. with an emphasis in biostatistics. He owned a nice three-bedroom house in an established suburban enclave and had two vehicles - a 2017 Volkswagen Tiguan crossover SUV & a 2004 Volkswagen Passat sedan. In the course of his 40 years, he learned at least one thing - there can only be one Alpha in a relationship.
Shon attempted to pair with various men of different races that were also driven and high-earning Alphas. While he was a complete submissive in the bedroom, most of them men could not take his general mouthiness or lack of constant subservience. Shon didn’t mind fetching a beer for his Daddy on occasion or rubbing his man’s feet, but he was not always willing to do it. He also took trips when he wanted without telling his lovers his plans. He considered it okay because many of them were married.
The only one that was on his level from a career trajectory perspective had been Julius Rice, a slender, tall dark-skinned geoscientist with a wife and two k**s. Julius and Shon met through a website and spent three years in harmonious fucking bliss while he was working in town away from his family. They lived their own lives for work and social, but in fucking they were one.
Shon knew it was time for the second phase of his plan. He’d introduce the idea to Mag in a few minutes.
Shon emerged dressed in a fishnet bodysuit, red spiked heels, and neon green wig. “Is the food here?”
“Yeah,” Mag answered having already started eating.
“So you couldn’t wait on me for five fucking minutes. That is some bullshit.”
“Nah, boo. I just grabbed one of each flavor to make sure they was straight.”
“Whatever,” the five-foot-eleven diva hissed.
“I swear. I ain’t even opened no sauce.”
Shon relaxed. It was all a part of keeping a sexy thug in check. He fixed a plate. Mag got a real serving of food.
“I was thinking,” Shon revealed. “I could get a place in the city close to the transit line. You know just a little efficiency apartment or something.”
“Oh yeah,” Mag perked up. “Dat sound good.”
“Yeah. You’d be closer to your friends. They could come though on occasion, but nobody is moving in.”
“Nah, ma! It’ll be just us.”
“I mean it, Mag. The first time you ask for someone to spend the night, I’m breaking the lease and leaving you there.”
“You ain’t gon’ hafta do dat, boo!”
“Alright. I’ll look into it tomorrow.”
The dude who had just been released from county jail 43 days ago after serving four months for a d**g paraphernalia conviction was satisfied with what he heard.
Shon could tell Mag was happy. But, what Mag didn’t know was Shon already owned a duplex in the hood. One side was rented out by a special needs adult and the other was Shon’s spot for his thug lovers.
Mag annihilated his food. He belched for almost a minute and lit a blunt. Shon smoked a little too. Soon, they were high.
Mag looked in Shon’s eyes and asked, “You ready?”
“Yes, sir,” the alpha was shedding and the bitch appearing.
Shon went down the hallway first,
Mag smacked his dumpy booty. “You so slim, but you got donk!”
Shon giggled and jumped on the bed. He sucked Mag’s generous 7-¾ inch dick. It was hard and thick.
Mag licked his finger and stuck in Shon’s anus. He loosened the fuck hole.
“Ohhhhhhh,” whined the alpha bitch.
“You gon’ take dis dick!”
“Yes, sir!”
“Bend over! Face down! Ass up!”
Mag went in.
Shon yelped.
From the very beginning, Mag had no mercy. He pounded with vigor. His loins slapped against the soft, jiggly booty. His balls knocked into Shon’s smoothly shaven taint. “Take dis dick, bitch!”
“Yes, Mag! Fuck me!”
“Hell yeah, baby! Take all dis dick, faggit!”
“Oh my god! Give it to me! Tear my ass up!”
“Yeah! Fuck back on this dick,” he demanded.
Mag flipped Shon onto his side.
Shon reacted positively to being manhandled. “Yeah, nigga. Take this fag pussy!”
“Yeah, bitch,” barked Mag. “Look at dis dick goin’ in and out dat ass!”
“It feels so good! I love it!”
“You love this dick?”
“Yes, Mag! I love it!”
“Treat me right den, baby!”
“Yes, sir!”
The dominant, slightly younger man lifted Shon. He placed the femme bottom so that his butt was on the edge of the bed and his hands were on the floor. Mag stood up over the now open rectum and dove back inside. He delivered long, full, forceful strokes.
“Oh shit,” cried Shon. “Fuck me! Fuck me, nigga!”
“Damn, bitch! You gettin’ all dis dick yo!”
“Fuck my sissy asspussy!”
“Shit! You such a fuckin’ slut for dis dick.”
“Yes I am!”
“Get up here and suck out dis nut!”
Shon moved around and opened his mouth.
Mag busted a massive load.
A few days later, Shon took Mag to the freshly cleaned. The 2-bedroom, 1-bath 900-square-foot space had two comfortable beds, a generic brand 42-inch TV in the living room, and other basic necessities. There was nothing Shon would be afraid to lose. It was all second hand and a few years old by now.
“Dis great, bae! I’ma fuck you good tonight.”
“I can’t wait,” smiled Shon. “Your homies can come over. Just no spending the night.”
“Yeah, bae! I got you!”
Shon loved keeping his thugged out young niggas on a leash of sorts, but letting them boss him in bed.
Mag was pleased. He fucked Shon in every room that night.
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