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“That’s why I had an abortion,” snapped Niki English.
“Da fuck, bitch,” the six-one, brawny dude barked into the phone.
“You heard me, you bastard! You’re an asshole! I aborted your baby!”
“Go to hell, bitch!”
“Meet me there, asshole!”
“Fuck you,” Alphonso Macklin threw his phone across the room shattering it.
“You okay,” asked Shayne Keyes who had just rushed in the bedroom.
“My ex trippin’,” the excon divulged. “She say she got rid uh my baby!”
“What?!?”
“Guess I got her stupid ass pregnant. And she got her an abortion!”
“I’m so sorry,” the thin femme dude with the mocha complexion intimated.
“Fuck! I’m pissed. She ain’t tell me nuthin’.”
“That’s not cool! I’m sorry, sweetie!”
Shayne moved towards his manly lover.
Alphonso pulled his close. “Dis why I hate women!”
“I get it,” the call center supervisor offered in a soothing tone.
“See dis why niggas fuck wit’ y’all fags!”
“I know, baby!”
“I could fuck dat bitch up!”
“Don’t do that, sweetie! You could just fuck me instead.”
“Yeah!”
Alphonso took his 8-inch dick out of his boxer briefs. He slapped the wide cock in Shayne’s full, glistening lips. “Suck dat dick, hoe!”
Shayne gave a fabulous blowjob as always.
Alphonso gripped the sissy’s head with his hands and thrust his musky, manhood. “Dat mouf feel good.” He enjoyed every moment. He announced, “I wanna fuck you now!”
The slim tart of a man assumed the position. He was on all fours on the queen-sized bed with his bony little tushy sticking up in the air. Alphonso got behind him and stuck in his girthy member.
“Oh, fuck,” whined Shayne.
“Yeah, bitch! Take dis dick,” ordered the felon.
“Oh my god!”
“Dat’s right, hoe! Take dis big nigga dick!”
“I love it, Alphonso! Fuck me hard!”
“Yeah, fag! You gon’ have my baby!”
“Yes, sir! Get me pregnant!”
“You bettah not have no muthafuckin’ abortion neither, faggit!”
“I won’t, daddy! Fuck me!”
“I hate her stupid ass. Dis why I fuck witchu!”
“Yes, sir! We should get her back!”
“Yeah, punk! How we gon’ get her ass?”
Alphonso slammed his dick with reckless abandon.
“Don’t she work at a bank,” checked Shayne as he took the big dick.
“Yeah!”
“Let’s rob it.”
“Fuck yeah, baby! Yo’ pussy gettin’ wet!”
“Then we can run away to an island.”
“Oh shit! I’ma fuck you all da time then!”
“You banging out my faggot ass on the beach!”
“Yeah, punk! Ownin’ yo’ ass!”
Alphonso could take no more. He came hard. Shayne held the nut inside his anus. They dozed off.
When they awakened from their nap, Alphonso asked, “Would you really run away wit’ me?”
“Of course,” the softie who majored in graphic design and minored in drama replied.
“Let’s do it!”
“What,” giggled Shayne.
“I’m fah real! Let’s hol’ up a bank and den leave the country.”
“Are you serious?”
“As a heart attack!”
“I mean. We could if you really think about it!”
“I know. You a smart muthafucka. Figure it out and tell me da plan boo!”
Monday rolled around. Shayne packed a lunch for Alphonso who worked as a day laborer. He stocked the lunch cooler with a turkey and chicken deli meat sandwich. He had also put some lettuce, tomato, and mild cheddar cheese on it. He packed a dill pickle, Doritos, and sliced bell peppers. The slender, svelte, girly bottom added a frozen Hi-C juice box to keep it all cool.
Shayne went back to the bedroom of his apartment. He started playing with Alphonso’s member.
Alphonse pounded out the cutie. He delivered a rough, eager anal assault before cumming.
At work, the 36 year-old Shayne, thought about how he could make the bank robbery fantasy happen. After work, he stopped off at a big box retail store and bought a Chromebook. He went back home and set it up with a fake account. He started googling real estate in the Caribbean. Then, he went on the dark web. Things were coming together in his mind.
Ultimately, he figured it out.
Niki English began being courted by a tall, ropy college student from the Indian subcontinent. He was being paid by Shayne. Shayne’s funds came from a life insurance policy he inherited from his grandfather.
Ronak Singh did exactly what he was supposed to do, He talked the panties off Niki. The dude who also sold d**gs on his campus was putting all of his hefty seven-inches in that pink pussy on a nightly basis. He extrapolated details of Niki’s work day and fed them back to Shayne.
A few months later, Shayne received a package from a nefarious looking white dude from some former Soviet country. There were four fake Canadian passports, four fabricated Oregon driver licenses, four phony birth certificates, and four bogus Indian Status cards. One set was for Shayne and another for Alphonso. The third belonged to Alphonso’s former jailhouse friend, Delvin, who was also Niki English’s first cousin. The final set of documents was for the Delvin’s prison punk, Lashes Unga.
Delvin was easily recruited because he saw dollar signs. The five-foot- nine, one-hundred-ninety-pound swole Negro had no loyalty. Lashes, a half-Tongan, half-Chinese pint-sized sissy with a thick build followed whatever his big dick lover said. They had been fucking since being incarcerated.
Delvin and Lashes were are Shayne’s apartment getting ready for the next day.
Lashes made ‘ota ‘ika for the group. It was Tongan version of ceviche which consisted of raw fish marinated in lime juice then mixed with coconut milk, cucumber, tomato, yellow onion, spicy peppers, and scallion. They ate the concoction with toasted pita triangles.
They reviewed the plan and decided to turn in.
Delvin and Lashes got comfortable on the pull out sofa.
Shayne could hear them going at it. Alphonso was in the bathroom taking a monster shit.
“Fuck my ass,” begged the Pacific Island and Asian slut boi.
“Yeah, chink! Take dis big Nigga dick!”
“Oh my god, daddy!”
“You li’l fag ass tight as fuck!”
The goings-on made Shayne horny. He entered the bathroom and reached for Alphonso’s manhood. He started sucking as the thug squeezed out another turd. “Shit, boo,” the man groaned as he reveled in the blumpkin.
In the living room, Delvin had the five-foot-four-inch, slanty-eyed boi on his knees. Delvin leaned back on his hands and Lashes threw his sissy butt back on the massive cock.
“Fuck this dick, slut,” ordered Delvin.
“You like it, Nigga,” checked the Polynesian.
“Hell yeah! Dis why I still fuck yo’ punk ass!”
Alphonso was now balls deep in Shayne. “Dis boipussy feel good, boo!”
“Fuck me, daddy,” whined the mastermind.
“It’s all yours! Fuck back on this dick!”
“Yes, sir,” Shayne met each stroke with enjoyment.
“Dis what I’m talkin’ bout, faggit!”
“Oh my god!”
“Get dis nut, yo!”
Alphonso came like never before.
The next day, they piled into a nondescript beat up white, 4-door Chevy Silverado 1500 truck.
Lashes drove. The other three put on the ski masks. They stopped in front of the Citizens National Bank. Alphonso, Shayne, and Delvin rushed inside.
“This is a stick up yelled,” Delvin as he fired a shot in the air.
They gave instructions and collected the cash. They were in and out in under two minutes.
Lashes sped off. They ditched the truck in parking lot for a Honda Civic and a Ford Focus. Two people in each car. They met back at Shayne’s apartment.
They takeaway was just over $900,000. They split the money as agreed - Delvin and Lashes got a third; Alphonso and Shayne took the rest. They got into the vehicles and headed north. They split off around Cincinnati. Lashes and Delvin headed west and then north. They entered Canada in Alberta. Alphonso and Shayne drove to Detroit and went across the border in Windsor, Ontario.
Lashes and Delvin flew out of Calgary to Mexico City. They ended up in Micronesia which had no extradition agreement with the U.S.
Shayne had secured a small house on the Caribbean island nation of Grenada. It was a coral pink place with tile flooring throughout, two bedrooms, a bathroom, a living room, and an eat-in kitchen.
Shayne and Alphonso, who were now known as Benoit Huard and Jimmy Cadot, had invested their money in the Cayman Islands.
Benoit smiled, “Are you happy here?”
“Hell yeah,” admitted Jimmy. “Gimme dat ass!”
The criminals went at it on the beach outside of their cottage.
“Fuck my sissy ass,” wailed Benoit.
“Yeah, punk! Dis my boipussy,” barked Jimmy.
“Oh god! Give it to me!”
“Dat’s right, bitch! You my hoe fah-evah, faggit!”
“Yes I am! Fuck me harder!”
Alphonso a.k.a. Jimmy delivered long, full, rapid, thrusts. He hammered with eager, tyrannical strokes. “Ohhhhhh, fucccccck,” he roared.
“Yes, nigga! Cum for me,” begged Benoit.
“Bitch!!!!!!!”
Alphonso’s big dick erupted.
They passed out on the blanket in the sand.
“Da fuck, bitch,” the six-one, brawny dude barked into the phone.
“You heard me, you bastard! You’re an asshole! I aborted your baby!”
“Go to hell, bitch!”
“Meet me there, asshole!”
“Fuck you,” Alphonso Macklin threw his phone across the room shattering it.
“You okay,” asked Shayne Keyes who had just rushed in the bedroom.
“My ex trippin’,” the excon divulged. “She say she got rid uh my baby!”
“What?!?”
“Guess I got her stupid ass pregnant. And she got her an abortion!”
“I’m so sorry,” the thin femme dude with the mocha complexion intimated.
“Fuck! I’m pissed. She ain’t tell me nuthin’.”
“That’s not cool! I’m sorry, sweetie!”
Shayne moved towards his manly lover.
Alphonso pulled his close. “Dis why I hate women!”
“I get it,” the call center supervisor offered in a soothing tone.
“See dis why niggas fuck wit’ y’all fags!”
“I know, baby!”
“I could fuck dat bitch up!”
“Don’t do that, sweetie! You could just fuck me instead.”
“Yeah!”
Alphonso took his 8-inch dick out of his boxer briefs. He slapped the wide cock in Shayne’s full, glistening lips. “Suck dat dick, hoe!”
Shayne gave a fabulous blowjob as always.
Alphonso gripped the sissy’s head with his hands and thrust his musky, manhood. “Dat mouf feel good.” He enjoyed every moment. He announced, “I wanna fuck you now!”
The slim tart of a man assumed the position. He was on all fours on the queen-sized bed with his bony little tushy sticking up in the air. Alphonso got behind him and stuck in his girthy member.
“Oh, fuck,” whined Shayne.
“Yeah, bitch! Take dis dick,” ordered the felon.
“Oh my god!”
“Dat’s right, hoe! Take dis big nigga dick!”
“I love it, Alphonso! Fuck me hard!”
“Yeah, fag! You gon’ have my baby!”
“Yes, sir! Get me pregnant!”
“You bettah not have no muthafuckin’ abortion neither, faggit!”
“I won’t, daddy! Fuck me!”
“I hate her stupid ass. Dis why I fuck witchu!”
“Yes, sir! We should get her back!”
“Yeah, punk! How we gon’ get her ass?”
Alphonso slammed his dick with reckless abandon.
“Don’t she work at a bank,” checked Shayne as he took the big dick.
“Yeah!”
“Let’s rob it.”
“Fuck yeah, baby! Yo’ pussy gettin’ wet!”
“Then we can run away to an island.”
“Oh shit! I’ma fuck you all da time then!”
“You banging out my faggot ass on the beach!”
“Yeah, punk! Ownin’ yo’ ass!”
Alphonso could take no more. He came hard. Shayne held the nut inside his anus. They dozed off.
When they awakened from their nap, Alphonso asked, “Would you really run away wit’ me?”
“Of course,” the softie who majored in graphic design and minored in drama replied.
“Let’s do it!”
“What,” giggled Shayne.
“I’m fah real! Let’s hol’ up a bank and den leave the country.”
“Are you serious?”
“As a heart attack!”
“I mean. We could if you really think about it!”
“I know. You a smart muthafucka. Figure it out and tell me da plan boo!”
Monday rolled around. Shayne packed a lunch for Alphonso who worked as a day laborer. He stocked the lunch cooler with a turkey and chicken deli meat sandwich. He had also put some lettuce, tomato, and mild cheddar cheese on it. He packed a dill pickle, Doritos, and sliced bell peppers. The slender, svelte, girly bottom added a frozen Hi-C juice box to keep it all cool.
Shayne went back to the bedroom of his apartment. He started playing with Alphonso’s member.
Alphonse pounded out the cutie. He delivered a rough, eager anal assault before cumming.
At work, the 36 year-old Shayne, thought about how he could make the bank robbery fantasy happen. After work, he stopped off at a big box retail store and bought a Chromebook. He went back home and set it up with a fake account. He started googling real estate in the Caribbean. Then, he went on the dark web. Things were coming together in his mind.
Ultimately, he figured it out.
Niki English began being courted by a tall, ropy college student from the Indian subcontinent. He was being paid by Shayne. Shayne’s funds came from a life insurance policy he inherited from his grandfather.
Ronak Singh did exactly what he was supposed to do, He talked the panties off Niki. The dude who also sold d**gs on his campus was putting all of his hefty seven-inches in that pink pussy on a nightly basis. He extrapolated details of Niki’s work day and fed them back to Shayne.
A few months later, Shayne received a package from a nefarious looking white dude from some former Soviet country. There were four fake Canadian passports, four fabricated Oregon driver licenses, four phony birth certificates, and four bogus Indian Status cards. One set was for Shayne and another for Alphonso. The third belonged to Alphonso’s former jailhouse friend, Delvin, who was also Niki English’s first cousin. The final set of documents was for the Delvin’s prison punk, Lashes Unga.
Delvin was easily recruited because he saw dollar signs. The five-foot- nine, one-hundred-ninety-pound swole Negro had no loyalty. Lashes, a half-Tongan, half-Chinese pint-sized sissy with a thick build followed whatever his big dick lover said. They had been fucking since being incarcerated.
Delvin and Lashes were are Shayne’s apartment getting ready for the next day.
Lashes made ‘ota ‘ika for the group. It was Tongan version of ceviche which consisted of raw fish marinated in lime juice then mixed with coconut milk, cucumber, tomato, yellow onion, spicy peppers, and scallion. They ate the concoction with toasted pita triangles.
They reviewed the plan and decided to turn in.
Delvin and Lashes got comfortable on the pull out sofa.
Shayne could hear them going at it. Alphonso was in the bathroom taking a monster shit.
“Fuck my ass,” begged the Pacific Island and Asian slut boi.
“Yeah, chink! Take dis big Nigga dick!”
“Oh my god, daddy!”
“You li’l fag ass tight as fuck!”
The goings-on made Shayne horny. He entered the bathroom and reached for Alphonso’s manhood. He started sucking as the thug squeezed out another turd. “Shit, boo,” the man groaned as he reveled in the blumpkin.
In the living room, Delvin had the five-foot-four-inch, slanty-eyed boi on his knees. Delvin leaned back on his hands and Lashes threw his sissy butt back on the massive cock.
“Fuck this dick, slut,” ordered Delvin.
“You like it, Nigga,” checked the Polynesian.
“Hell yeah! Dis why I still fuck yo’ punk ass!”
Alphonso was now balls deep in Shayne. “Dis boipussy feel good, boo!”
“Fuck me, daddy,” whined the mastermind.
“It’s all yours! Fuck back on this dick!”
“Yes, sir,” Shayne met each stroke with enjoyment.
“Dis what I’m talkin’ bout, faggit!”
“Oh my god!”
“Get dis nut, yo!”
Alphonso came like never before.
The next day, they piled into a nondescript beat up white, 4-door Chevy Silverado 1500 truck.
Lashes drove. The other three put on the ski masks. They stopped in front of the Citizens National Bank. Alphonso, Shayne, and Delvin rushed inside.
“This is a stick up yelled,” Delvin as he fired a shot in the air.
They gave instructions and collected the cash. They were in and out in under two minutes.
Lashes sped off. They ditched the truck in parking lot for a Honda Civic and a Ford Focus. Two people in each car. They met back at Shayne’s apartment.
They takeaway was just over $900,000. They split the money as agreed - Delvin and Lashes got a third; Alphonso and Shayne took the rest. They got into the vehicles and headed north. They split off around Cincinnati. Lashes and Delvin headed west and then north. They entered Canada in Alberta. Alphonso and Shayne drove to Detroit and went across the border in Windsor, Ontario.
Lashes and Delvin flew out of Calgary to Mexico City. They ended up in Micronesia which had no extradition agreement with the U.S.
Shayne had secured a small house on the Caribbean island nation of Grenada. It was a coral pink place with tile flooring throughout, two bedrooms, a bathroom, a living room, and an eat-in kitchen.
Shayne and Alphonso, who were now known as Benoit Huard and Jimmy Cadot, had invested their money in the Cayman Islands.
Benoit smiled, “Are you happy here?”
“Hell yeah,” admitted Jimmy. “Gimme dat ass!”
The criminals went at it on the beach outside of their cottage.
“Fuck my sissy ass,” wailed Benoit.
“Yeah, punk! Dis my boipussy,” barked Jimmy.
“Oh god! Give it to me!”
“Dat’s right, bitch! You my hoe fah-evah, faggit!”
“Yes I am! Fuck me harder!”
Alphonso a.k.a. Jimmy delivered long, full, rapid, thrusts. He hammered with eager, tyrannical strokes. “Ohhhhhh, fucccccck,” he roared.
“Yes, nigga! Cum for me,” begged Benoit.
“Bitch!!!!!!!”
Alphonso’s big dick erupted.
They passed out on the blanket in the sand.
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