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“That’s a big dick in yo’ mouth,” remarked the hung Black man.
The older crossdressing bitch moaned agreement.
“You missed this dick?”
The sissy slut continued slurping on the 9½-inch tool. “Mmmhmmm!”
“Daddy missed you too! Don’t make it so long before you get back here next time,” he stated.
“Yes, sir,” she purred.
The technical sergeant, who was still wearing his Airman Battle Uniform, began to take off his jacket. The name tape on it read, ‘PENDER’. “Sit on this big Black dick, Dianne,” Pender instructed.
Dianne stood up. The 66 year-old with blue eyes was wearing a white lace blouse, a yellow plaid high-waisted schoolgirl skirt, white ruffle ankle socks, and black two-inch heel Mary Jane shoes. Underneath the costume, she wore a padded bra and a red thong. Her legs were shaved smooth. Dianne also had on a blond pigtail wig and long red press-on fingernails. She looked like a cheap, dime-store whore in her overdone makeup and lipstick.
TSgt. Pender sat back in the chair as his lily white bitch lowered her wide, gelatinous ass on his massive snake. “Ooh wee,” he remarked. “This pussy tight!”
“You like it, sir,” asked the tart.
“Hell yeah,” admitted the married father of one. “You’re a good gurl for Daddy, bitch!”
“Yes, sir! I love it, Sarge!”
“I know. Goddamn, sweetheart!”
Dianne bounced up and down the thick pole.
The weather specialist airman squeezed her waist and bit his lower lip. “Ah shit, baby gurl! Ride Daddy’s dick!” He stood up lifting Dianne forward. They moved to the bed with his dick still buried inside of her poop shoot.
“Fuck me,” wailed Dianne as she put her knees on the bed.
“Yeah! Give Daddy that white boipussy,” Pender demanded.
“Oh my god! It feels so good, sergeant! Fuck my asspussy!”
“You like this big Black dick in your punk pussy ass, don’t ya?”
“Yes, sir! Yes, I do!”
Pender gave Dianne a rowdy pounding. He pushed her head into the mattress as he long stroked her gushy hole. “You takin’ this dick, bitch!”
“I love it, Daddy,” Dianne screamed.
“I know you do, sissy boi! Daddy loves this fag pussy too!”
“Oh my god, baby! Fuck me!”
“You want it on your back?”
“Yes, sir!”
“You want me to fuck you like a real woman?”
“Please, sir!”
The dark chocolate man flipped Dianne over.
“Oh my god! I love your body,” Dianne sighed.
“Oh yeah? You like these muscles?”
“Yes, Daddy! You’re so manly,” she said referring to his defined chest, strong back, and powerful legs.
“I’m all man and you’re all bitch, baby! Don’t you forget it!”
“Fuck my asspussy!”
“Yeah, bitch! You’re a good li’l white sissy!”
Pffffffft. Pffffffft. Pffffffft. Pffffffft.
“Hell yeah,” Pender grinned deviously. “This sissy pussy talkin’ to Daddy now!”
“You fuck me so good,” cooed the gender bender.
“You know I love fuckin’ you! That’s why I moved here!”
“Oh yeah, Daddy!”
“Yeah, bitch! You bout to make me nut!”
Pender came hard in Dianne’s spent snatch. He washed up and put back on his uniform. Before leaving the hotel room, he said, “I’ll try to get back over here when I get off.”
“I’d love that,” the fruit cake smiled.
“I’ll let you know about 4:00, cool?”
“Sounds good to me!”
TSgt. Chauncy Pender left out of the Barksdale Inn located on Barksdale AFB just outside of Bossier City, Louisiana. He was stationed there as part of the 26th Operational Weather Squadron. He went back to work.
Dianne poured another glass of Chardonnay from the box of wine she had brought with her. By the time 4:00 rolled around, she was good and sloppy drunk.
Chauncey hit her up saying he wanted another go.
Dianne let him in the room and within a few moments, they were fucking. Dianne was flat on her stomach and Chauncey was tearing her juicy ass up. He plowed her unpleasantly. His thrusts were nasty, mean, and harsh.
Dianne whined. “Ohhhhh! Owwww! Ahhhh! Daddy! Mmmmm!”
“Take this big dick, white bitch,” ordered the strapping, fit non-commissioned officer.
“Yes, sir! Fuck me!”
Chauncey unloaded after several minutes of his brutal onslaught. “I gotta get home,” he said redressing. “When you coming back?”
“In a couple of weeks,” she shared.
“Good! I need that ass!”
TSgt. Pender left and Dianne drank until she passed out.
The next morning, Dianne packed her bags and checked out of the hotel. She hefted her luggage into the tiny trunk of her convertible 2007 Chrysler Crossfire. She pulled out of the parking lot and began the just over one-hour drive to Longview, TX.
Dianne was eligible to stay in Department of Defense on-base lodging because she was retired after a 30-year civilian career with the U.S. Air Force as a housing manager. She lived a good life now after muddling through three failed marriages due to her gender dysphoria and having a shaky relationship with her only daughter, Rebecca.
Dianne Ackley grew up in western Pennsylvania and earned an undergraduate degree in marketing. After a few years a car salesman, she went to work at Wright-Patterson AFB near Dayton, OH. After her first divorce, she transferred to Osan Air Base in Korea. She then spent several years in Fairbanks, Alaska at Eielson AFB. During her time at Yokota AB in Japan, she met a much younger Chauncey Pender. They fucked constantly until his unit was deactivated and moved to Hawaii. Dianne completed her tenure at Barksdale where Chauncey eventually got posted.
Dianne officially lived full-time as a man, but spent most her waking hours en femme. Upon retiring, she sold her house in Bossier City and relocated to Longview. Her house was a quaint southwest-style home. The main house had two bedrooms and two bathrooms and an attached two-car garage. There was also a U-shaped kitchen, a small dining room, and a sitting room. Situated at the front of the lot was a separate casita, or little house. It was a twelve-by-twelve unit with a full bath, a mini fridge, and microwave . Dianne rented it out occasionally to travelers using an online lodging marketplace.
Dianne arrived home and parked the sporty vehicle next to her bright blue 2014 Buick Encore compact SUV. She unpacked her bags and began doing laundry. She took a quick look at the app on her phone and saw she had a request for a lodger this evening.
Dianne accepted the user and went over to the casita to straighten it up a bit. She made sure the place was fully stocked with toilet paper and fresh linens. As the casita was not outfitted with an actual kitchen, she often offered to let guests use the one in the main house or at least have a plate of whatever she cooked.
The visitor informed her he would be arriving around 3:30. She finished putting away her clothes, threw on a plus-size monochromatic short-sleeve midi dress, and started cooking. She whipped up a casserole with egg noodles, ground beef, marinara sauce, shredded cheese, frozen spinach, and cream of mushroom soup.
She got a text from the lodger at 3:45 letting her know he was a few minutes away. She ran to touch up her makeup. She met him outside in the tiny courtyard. He was dropped off by ride share driver in a silver Ford Fusion.
“Hi, I’m Dianne,” she smiled warmly.
“Sup! I’m Fat Tony,” he replied revealing a gold grill.
“Oh okay,” she stammered. “This is the casita. It’s where you’ll be staying.”
“It’s cool. I used to be real pudgy when I was a k**. I ain’t no li’l dude now either,” he chortled.
“It’s fine.”
“I could tell you was caught off guard.”
“A little,” she giggled.
Dianne showed him the layout and let him know she was going to eat soon. He gladly accepted the invitation to dine with her.
They sat at the table both with heaping helpings of food. Dianne drank red wine. Fat Tony had a soda.
“Yo! You got a real nice spot,” Fat Tony shared.
“Thanks! Where are you from originally?”
“Houston.”
“What brought you to Longview.”
“Needed a change of scenery,” the light-skinned man with reddish-brown hair and matching freckles divulged.
“I hear you! I hope you like the casserole.”
“It straight.”
“Good. How long were you planning to stay,” the hostess inquired.
“A couple nights I guess,” reasoned Fat Tony. “That cool?”
“Oh yes! That’s fine with me. What kind of work do you do?”
“Right now I’m between gigs.”
“Oh I see.”
“Yeah! I’m kinda out here makin’ a new start.”
“Nothing wrong with that. I’ve had to make a couple of new starts in my life.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yep. I’ve been married and divorced three times.”
“Damn! Men wasn’t treatin’ you right.”
“Something like that,” she smirked. “Would you like some more.”
“Yeah! Can I get another soda too?”
Dianne served him and sat back down.
Fat Tony shoveled a forkful into his mouth. “Yo! I got a question.”
“What is it,” checked Dianne.
“Yo’ listing said you was LGBT friendly. You get a lot of gay folks here?”
“I wouldn’t say a lot. But definitely some.”
“That’s wassup!”
“Yeah,” she stood up to clear the table.
“You wearin’ that dress,” Fat Tony remarked.
“Excuse me.”
“I’m sayin’ you look nice in that dress is all.”
“Thank you, sir!”
“No offense or nothin’. But is you a tranny?”
“What?!?!?”
“I’m not judgin’. I’m juss askin’. I been with da gurls before,” he admitted.
“Well...Yeah I used to be a man, but live as a woman now,” she answered.
“That’s what’s up. You like Black dick?”
“Yes,” she blushed.
“That’s wassup! You like young niggas?”
“How old are you?”
“Twenty-four.”
“Oh wow! I’m a lot older than you.”
“Age ain’t nothin’ but a number.”
“That is true,” she laughed. “So you’ve been with other trans women before?”
“Yeah! I fucked a few,” Fat Tony informed the hostess. “Been a minute since I got some though.”
“That’s a shame,” Dianne lamented on his behalf.
“That finna change,” he stood up.
Fat Tony was a good head taller than Dianne even though she had on slide-in kitten heels. His thick rib cage and broad shoulders supported a frame with more natural muscle mass than the average man, but also with considerable body fat surrounding it. He had big feet and hands. He had sturdy legs. Fat Tony’s head was large and round with a protruding brow. His hazel eyes were set close together.
Fat Tony lumbered towards the senior citizen.
Dianne backed up slowly until she hit the counter. Her palms turned clammy. She shrank back and let out a high-pitched nervous laugh. She fidgeted with a sterling silver, art deco ring on her right hand. “How long ago,” she asked.
Fat Tony licked his lips that were darkened from smoking. He squinted his eyes. He placed his mammoth left hand on the cabinet above Dianne’s head. He ran a knuckle from his left down the T-girl’s cheek. He pressed his body against hers. “Two months ago. Mexican boycunt. I’m bout to fuck da shit outta you!”
“Oh...really,” Dianne stumbled over her words.
“Yeah! Suck my dick first.”
Dianne knelt down and extracted the engorged 7¼-inch prick. It was incredibly fat, one of the girthiest she’d ever seen. She struggled to fit it into her mouth.
“Damn, faggit,” groaned the aggressor. “Suck dat dick, bitch! Dat’s it, hoe!”
She gave it her all.
“Stand up and turn around,” Fat Tony ordered. He spat on his finger and worked it into Dianne’s rectum. He pushed his meaty cock inside of her.
“Oh my god,” she wailed.
“Take dis nigga dick, bitch!”
“Yes, sir!”
“Yo old ass got some good boycunt!”
“Fuck me, baby!”
“Tell Fat Tony you love dis dick!”
“I love your big dick, Fat Tony!”
“You gon’ be my gurl, baby?!?”
“Yes, sir!”
“Gimme dis faggit pussy whenever I want it?”
“Oh god yes!”
“Damn right, faggit. I own yo’ white pussy ass!”
Fat Tony deposited a huge load in Dianne. “Get ready. We goin’ to da liquor store!”
Dianne grabbed the keys to SUV.
Fat Tony barked, “I’m drivin’, bitch!”
Dianne paid for two huge bottles of cognac, a gallon of Merlot, a case of beer, and some peach-flavored gin.
“Do you know where I can get some weed,” the thug inquired.
“Not really,” Dianne replied.
“Well, let’s go to da hood.”
Fat Tony drove around till he spotted a corner store with guys standing outside. He took twenty bucks from Dianne and purchased some loud.
Back at Dianne’s house, they were both drinking and smoking. She was playing with his hard dick.
“You a good bitch, faggit,” he approved.
“Thank you, baby!”
“You gon’ be my housewife!”
“Yes, sir!”
“I wasn’t askin’, hoe! I was tellin’ you!”
“Yes, Fat Tony!”
“Dat’s right, fag! I’m da king of dis castle!”
Drunk and high, Dianne showed Fat Tony to the master bedroom. The two big bodies flopped onto the king size bed.
He went inside of Dianne. She was face down with her booty tooted in the air. He stood behind her and pounded. His balls ached as he slammed the queer bottom slut.
“Oh shit,” Fat Tony growled. “You my faggit housewife, bitch!”
“Yes, sir! I am!”
“Take dis big nigga dick, faggit! Gimme dat boycunt!”
“Oh my god!”
“Yeah! You granny tranny hoe! Take dis dick! Fuck back on it!”
Dianne threw her ass back. Fat Tony delivered long, brutal strokes until he came.
The next morning, Dianne made him breakfast.
That had been two weeks ago and Fat Tony was still living with her. She was cooking his meals, washing his clothes, worshipping his dick, buying him sneakers, and keeping him happy.
Fat Tony spent his days eating snacks, playing Fortnite on Xbox One, jerking his dick, ordering Dianne around, and fucking the aging skank.
“Yo! Dianne! Bring me a beer,” yelled the king.
The older crossdressing bitch moaned agreement.
“You missed this dick?”
The sissy slut continued slurping on the 9½-inch tool. “Mmmhmmm!”
“Daddy missed you too! Don’t make it so long before you get back here next time,” he stated.
“Yes, sir,” she purred.
The technical sergeant, who was still wearing his Airman Battle Uniform, began to take off his jacket. The name tape on it read, ‘PENDER’. “Sit on this big Black dick, Dianne,” Pender instructed.
Dianne stood up. The 66 year-old with blue eyes was wearing a white lace blouse, a yellow plaid high-waisted schoolgirl skirt, white ruffle ankle socks, and black two-inch heel Mary Jane shoes. Underneath the costume, she wore a padded bra and a red thong. Her legs were shaved smooth. Dianne also had on a blond pigtail wig and long red press-on fingernails. She looked like a cheap, dime-store whore in her overdone makeup and lipstick.
TSgt. Pender sat back in the chair as his lily white bitch lowered her wide, gelatinous ass on his massive snake. “Ooh wee,” he remarked. “This pussy tight!”
“You like it, sir,” asked the tart.
“Hell yeah,” admitted the married father of one. “You’re a good gurl for Daddy, bitch!”
“Yes, sir! I love it, Sarge!”
“I know. Goddamn, sweetheart!”
Dianne bounced up and down the thick pole.
The weather specialist airman squeezed her waist and bit his lower lip. “Ah shit, baby gurl! Ride Daddy’s dick!” He stood up lifting Dianne forward. They moved to the bed with his dick still buried inside of her poop shoot.
“Fuck me,” wailed Dianne as she put her knees on the bed.
“Yeah! Give Daddy that white boipussy,” Pender demanded.
“Oh my god! It feels so good, sergeant! Fuck my asspussy!”
“You like this big Black dick in your punk pussy ass, don’t ya?”
“Yes, sir! Yes, I do!”
Pender gave Dianne a rowdy pounding. He pushed her head into the mattress as he long stroked her gushy hole. “You takin’ this dick, bitch!”
“I love it, Daddy,” Dianne screamed.
“I know you do, sissy boi! Daddy loves this fag pussy too!”
“Oh my god, baby! Fuck me!”
“You want it on your back?”
“Yes, sir!”
“You want me to fuck you like a real woman?”
“Please, sir!”
The dark chocolate man flipped Dianne over.
“Oh my god! I love your body,” Dianne sighed.
“Oh yeah? You like these muscles?”
“Yes, Daddy! You’re so manly,” she said referring to his defined chest, strong back, and powerful legs.
“I’m all man and you’re all bitch, baby! Don’t you forget it!”
“Fuck my asspussy!”
“Yeah, bitch! You’re a good li’l white sissy!”
Pffffffft. Pffffffft. Pffffffft. Pffffffft.
“Hell yeah,” Pender grinned deviously. “This sissy pussy talkin’ to Daddy now!”
“You fuck me so good,” cooed the gender bender.
“You know I love fuckin’ you! That’s why I moved here!”
“Oh yeah, Daddy!”
“Yeah, bitch! You bout to make me nut!”
Pender came hard in Dianne’s spent snatch. He washed up and put back on his uniform. Before leaving the hotel room, he said, “I’ll try to get back over here when I get off.”
“I’d love that,” the fruit cake smiled.
“I’ll let you know about 4:00, cool?”
“Sounds good to me!”
TSgt. Chauncy Pender left out of the Barksdale Inn located on Barksdale AFB just outside of Bossier City, Louisiana. He was stationed there as part of the 26th Operational Weather Squadron. He went back to work.
Dianne poured another glass of Chardonnay from the box of wine she had brought with her. By the time 4:00 rolled around, she was good and sloppy drunk.
Chauncey hit her up saying he wanted another go.
Dianne let him in the room and within a few moments, they were fucking. Dianne was flat on her stomach and Chauncey was tearing her juicy ass up. He plowed her unpleasantly. His thrusts were nasty, mean, and harsh.
Dianne whined. “Ohhhhh! Owwww! Ahhhh! Daddy! Mmmmm!”
“Take this big dick, white bitch,” ordered the strapping, fit non-commissioned officer.
“Yes, sir! Fuck me!”
Chauncey unloaded after several minutes of his brutal onslaught. “I gotta get home,” he said redressing. “When you coming back?”
“In a couple of weeks,” she shared.
“Good! I need that ass!”
TSgt. Pender left and Dianne drank until she passed out.
The next morning, Dianne packed her bags and checked out of the hotel. She hefted her luggage into the tiny trunk of her convertible 2007 Chrysler Crossfire. She pulled out of the parking lot and began the just over one-hour drive to Longview, TX.
Dianne was eligible to stay in Department of Defense on-base lodging because she was retired after a 30-year civilian career with the U.S. Air Force as a housing manager. She lived a good life now after muddling through three failed marriages due to her gender dysphoria and having a shaky relationship with her only daughter, Rebecca.
Dianne Ackley grew up in western Pennsylvania and earned an undergraduate degree in marketing. After a few years a car salesman, she went to work at Wright-Patterson AFB near Dayton, OH. After her first divorce, she transferred to Osan Air Base in Korea. She then spent several years in Fairbanks, Alaska at Eielson AFB. During her time at Yokota AB in Japan, she met a much younger Chauncey Pender. They fucked constantly until his unit was deactivated and moved to Hawaii. Dianne completed her tenure at Barksdale where Chauncey eventually got posted.
Dianne officially lived full-time as a man, but spent most her waking hours en femme. Upon retiring, she sold her house in Bossier City and relocated to Longview. Her house was a quaint southwest-style home. The main house had two bedrooms and two bathrooms and an attached two-car garage. There was also a U-shaped kitchen, a small dining room, and a sitting room. Situated at the front of the lot was a separate casita, or little house. It was a twelve-by-twelve unit with a full bath, a mini fridge, and microwave . Dianne rented it out occasionally to travelers using an online lodging marketplace.
Dianne arrived home and parked the sporty vehicle next to her bright blue 2014 Buick Encore compact SUV. She unpacked her bags and began doing laundry. She took a quick look at the app on her phone and saw she had a request for a lodger this evening.
Dianne accepted the user and went over to the casita to straighten it up a bit. She made sure the place was fully stocked with toilet paper and fresh linens. As the casita was not outfitted with an actual kitchen, she often offered to let guests use the one in the main house or at least have a plate of whatever she cooked.
The visitor informed her he would be arriving around 3:30. She finished putting away her clothes, threw on a plus-size monochromatic short-sleeve midi dress, and started cooking. She whipped up a casserole with egg noodles, ground beef, marinara sauce, shredded cheese, frozen spinach, and cream of mushroom soup.
She got a text from the lodger at 3:45 letting her know he was a few minutes away. She ran to touch up her makeup. She met him outside in the tiny courtyard. He was dropped off by ride share driver in a silver Ford Fusion.
“Hi, I’m Dianne,” she smiled warmly.
“Sup! I’m Fat Tony,” he replied revealing a gold grill.
“Oh okay,” she stammered. “This is the casita. It’s where you’ll be staying.”
“It’s cool. I used to be real pudgy when I was a k**. I ain’t no li’l dude now either,” he chortled.
“It’s fine.”
“I could tell you was caught off guard.”
“A little,” she giggled.
Dianne showed him the layout and let him know she was going to eat soon. He gladly accepted the invitation to dine with her.
They sat at the table both with heaping helpings of food. Dianne drank red wine. Fat Tony had a soda.
“Yo! You got a real nice spot,” Fat Tony shared.
“Thanks! Where are you from originally?”
“Houston.”
“What brought you to Longview.”
“Needed a change of scenery,” the light-skinned man with reddish-brown hair and matching freckles divulged.
“I hear you! I hope you like the casserole.”
“It straight.”
“Good. How long were you planning to stay,” the hostess inquired.
“A couple nights I guess,” reasoned Fat Tony. “That cool?”
“Oh yes! That’s fine with me. What kind of work do you do?”
“Right now I’m between gigs.”
“Oh I see.”
“Yeah! I’m kinda out here makin’ a new start.”
“Nothing wrong with that. I’ve had to make a couple of new starts in my life.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yep. I’ve been married and divorced three times.”
“Damn! Men wasn’t treatin’ you right.”
“Something like that,” she smirked. “Would you like some more.”
“Yeah! Can I get another soda too?”
Dianne served him and sat back down.
Fat Tony shoveled a forkful into his mouth. “Yo! I got a question.”
“What is it,” checked Dianne.
“Yo’ listing said you was LGBT friendly. You get a lot of gay folks here?”
“I wouldn’t say a lot. But definitely some.”
“That’s wassup!”
“Yeah,” she stood up to clear the table.
“You wearin’ that dress,” Fat Tony remarked.
“Excuse me.”
“I’m sayin’ you look nice in that dress is all.”
“Thank you, sir!”
“No offense or nothin’. But is you a tranny?”
“What?!?!?”
“I’m not judgin’. I’m juss askin’. I been with da gurls before,” he admitted.
“Well...Yeah I used to be a man, but live as a woman now,” she answered.
“That’s what’s up. You like Black dick?”
“Yes,” she blushed.
“That’s wassup! You like young niggas?”
“How old are you?”
“Twenty-four.”
“Oh wow! I’m a lot older than you.”
“Age ain’t nothin’ but a number.”
“That is true,” she laughed. “So you’ve been with other trans women before?”
“Yeah! I fucked a few,” Fat Tony informed the hostess. “Been a minute since I got some though.”
“That’s a shame,” Dianne lamented on his behalf.
“That finna change,” he stood up.
Fat Tony was a good head taller than Dianne even though she had on slide-in kitten heels. His thick rib cage and broad shoulders supported a frame with more natural muscle mass than the average man, but also with considerable body fat surrounding it. He had big feet and hands. He had sturdy legs. Fat Tony’s head was large and round with a protruding brow. His hazel eyes were set close together.
Fat Tony lumbered towards the senior citizen.
Dianne backed up slowly until she hit the counter. Her palms turned clammy. She shrank back and let out a high-pitched nervous laugh. She fidgeted with a sterling silver, art deco ring on her right hand. “How long ago,” she asked.
Fat Tony licked his lips that were darkened from smoking. He squinted his eyes. He placed his mammoth left hand on the cabinet above Dianne’s head. He ran a knuckle from his left down the T-girl’s cheek. He pressed his body against hers. “Two months ago. Mexican boycunt. I’m bout to fuck da shit outta you!”
“Oh...really,” Dianne stumbled over her words.
“Yeah! Suck my dick first.”
Dianne knelt down and extracted the engorged 7¼-inch prick. It was incredibly fat, one of the girthiest she’d ever seen. She struggled to fit it into her mouth.
“Damn, faggit,” groaned the aggressor. “Suck dat dick, bitch! Dat’s it, hoe!”
She gave it her all.
“Stand up and turn around,” Fat Tony ordered. He spat on his finger and worked it into Dianne’s rectum. He pushed his meaty cock inside of her.
“Oh my god,” she wailed.
“Take dis nigga dick, bitch!”
“Yes, sir!”
“Yo old ass got some good boycunt!”
“Fuck me, baby!”
“Tell Fat Tony you love dis dick!”
“I love your big dick, Fat Tony!”
“You gon’ be my gurl, baby?!?”
“Yes, sir!”
“Gimme dis faggit pussy whenever I want it?”
“Oh god yes!”
“Damn right, faggit. I own yo’ white pussy ass!”
Fat Tony deposited a huge load in Dianne. “Get ready. We goin’ to da liquor store!”
Dianne grabbed the keys to SUV.
Fat Tony barked, “I’m drivin’, bitch!”
Dianne paid for two huge bottles of cognac, a gallon of Merlot, a case of beer, and some peach-flavored gin.
“Do you know where I can get some weed,” the thug inquired.
“Not really,” Dianne replied.
“Well, let’s go to da hood.”
Fat Tony drove around till he spotted a corner store with guys standing outside. He took twenty bucks from Dianne and purchased some loud.
Back at Dianne’s house, they were both drinking and smoking. She was playing with his hard dick.
“You a good bitch, faggit,” he approved.
“Thank you, baby!”
“You gon’ be my housewife!”
“Yes, sir!”
“I wasn’t askin’, hoe! I was tellin’ you!”
“Yes, Fat Tony!”
“Dat’s right, fag! I’m da king of dis castle!”
Drunk and high, Dianne showed Fat Tony to the master bedroom. The two big bodies flopped onto the king size bed.
He went inside of Dianne. She was face down with her booty tooted in the air. He stood behind her and pounded. His balls ached as he slammed the queer bottom slut.
“Oh shit,” Fat Tony growled. “You my faggit housewife, bitch!”
“Yes, sir! I am!”
“Take dis big nigga dick, faggit! Gimme dat boycunt!”
“Oh my god!”
“Yeah! You granny tranny hoe! Take dis dick! Fuck back on it!”
Dianne threw her ass back. Fat Tony delivered long, brutal strokes until he came.
The next morning, Dianne made him breakfast.
That had been two weeks ago and Fat Tony was still living with her. She was cooking his meals, washing his clothes, worshipping his dick, buying him sneakers, and keeping him happy.
Fat Tony spent his days eating snacks, playing Fortnite on Xbox One, jerking his dick, ordering Dianne around, and fucking the aging skank.
“Yo! Dianne! Bring me a beer,” yelled the king.
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