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My name is Shawn Starks. I’m a 41 year-old hairdresser living in a chocolate city. I have a voluptuous, curvy body. Always have. I was born and raised here. I love it. I have a confession to make. It involves my best friend since high school, Cassandra.
Cassie and I have been almost inseparable since we met in the tenth grade. I would do damn near anything for one another. I’m the godfather of her firstborn, Janelle. We went to the same cosmetology school and have remained close for over 25 years. I love that girl. Unfortunately, I’ve done some dirt over the years.
Take for instance Janelle’s father, Leonard. One night Cassie called me concerned that Leonard was messing around on her. She had no idea that the six-foot-one, slim, dark-skinned nigga was sitting on my living room couch with his dick out. I had been sucking all nine inches when she rang. I assured her he was a good guy and got her off the phone. I went right back to slurping on his juicy monster cock. He fucked my big, round booty hard too.
“Take this big Nigga dick,” he would yell while pounding me. Leonard was always mean mugging me when Cassie was around. As soon as he could away from her and by me, he was grabbing on my girly ass telling me how I was his bitch. He fucked me two or three times a week until he went away to prison for d**g trafficking. I’ve talked to him a few times since he’s been locked up. I know he’s got a little Mexican bitch in there right now he’s banging out.
Before Leonard, Cassie’s older brother, Tyrone would sneak me into his bedroom. He played football, basketball, and ran track. His body was to die for and his dick was meaty. I’d be sucking on it and riding it while my bestie was asleep in the next room. Tyrone beat my booty up every weekend until he graduated and joined the Marines.
I saw Tyrone a year ago. He’s married now and still fine as hell. He fucked me just like he had back in the day, but his stroke game was even better.
“Fuck me, Tyrone,” I begged him.
“Yeah, you big booty faggit,” he howled. “Take this eight inch dick, bitch!”
“I love your dick!”
“I love this boipussy,” he barked.
It was always so a****listic and raunchy with Tyrone.
The other brothas that messed with Cassie over the years were mostly low rent thugs. She had issues due to not having a father around I guess. Most of them were the same. As soon as Cassie was away they would say things like, ‘How you get uh ass like dat?’ or ‘You built like a bitch.’ or ‘If we was locked up, you’d be my girl!’ Once they said those things, it was on and popping.
Cassie is married now. His name is Deland and he’s good to her. He minds his own business and we have never flirted with one another. I’m glad she’s with him. But, there’s another man in Cassie’s life I’m currently involved with - her 19 year old son, Dayson.
It all started when Day turned 18. I was helping his mom decorate the tables in park where the cookout was going to be. He showed up with one of friends to drop off a couple of coolers full of ice. Both of the fine ass youngsters were wearing basketball shorts and wife beaters. Day caught me staring at his chiseled, tight body and free hanging dick. Apparently, I licked my lips. I had never seen him dressed like that. His cornrows were fresh and his caramel skin was glistening.
Later on at the party, I said, “Happy birthday, young man! Don’t hurt these ladies too bad.”
“Mane, you know how it is. We do what we gotta do,” Dayson returned.
“I know they’re after you.”
“Yeah. They be on a nigga’s jock. It ain’t like you don’t got niggas on you.”
“Whatever,” I huffed.
“Don’t play me, Shawn. I know a a uh my mom’s niggas over the years got down witchu.”
“What?!?!?”
“Look! I gotta go socialize. I’m just gonna say the name ‘Teddy’.
My eyes bugged. “Happy birthday again, Dayson!”
“Yeah! Thanks! I’ll come through tonight ‘bout 8:00 if you got me a blunt for birthday.”
“Sure,” I stuttered.
I was in complete shock. Cassie had dated this dude Teddy back about seven or eight years ago. Dayson would’ve been eleven or twelve. What could he know? What had he seen? I was not myself. I begged Cassie’s forgiveness and left the party.
As I drove home, I thought about Teddy. He was originally from Ghana. He was short, but built like a Mack truck and his skin nearly the color of obsidian. His dick was every bit of ten inches. The first day I met him, he asked, “Can you cut my hair.”
“Cassandra can do it. We went to the same program,” I advised him.
“I don’t let women cut my hair,” he protested. “Give me your address. I can come over in an hour.”
“But I was about to spend some time with my folks,” I informed him.
“As I said. I will be at your house in an hour.”
I admit I was turned on by his accent and domineering attitude. I gave hima shape up then he gave me a workout. The dominance extended to the bedroom. As I sucked on his veiny, uncut eight-and-a-half-inch dick, he gripped my head tightly. He fucked my face recklessly while slapping my ass. “Such a big, pretty butt. Just like a woman. I will fuck you like you’re a girl,” he teased me.
And fuck me like a girl he did. He had me bent over while he spanked my fat cheeks and plowed my pussy hole. I was in heaven. We fucked nonstop that year. He would even give me Ghanaian waist beads. He loved the sound of their rattling when he gave me the business. He was fun and one hundred percent all man.
Anyway, I was at home chilling when 8:00 came and went. I got a text from Dayson at around 8:22 saying he was on his way. I grew a little bit nervous. I’d already freshened up and showered. Now, I was on my second glass of merlot. I had on mesh legging with star prints and a red stain robe. I waited on the couch for my best friend’s son to arrive. There was a knock at my door half an hour later.
“Come on in, Day,” I said. “Have a seat.”
He took a spot on the couch. “Where’s my present, Shawn?”
“Oh here,” I grabbed the blunt.
He accepted it and replied, “Thanks!”
“You’re welcome!”
“I see you dipped from the cookout after we spoke.”
“Uhhhh...Yeah. Had some things I needed to do.”
“Fah real?!?!? I figured you was fucked up after I told you I knew you was lettin’ Teddy fuck you.”
“Well...That was shocking.”
“You ain’t know I knew, did ya?”
“I had no idea,” I swore.
“I was a nosy li’l muthafucka,” he shared. “I went through that nigga’s phone. Seen y’all conversations and shit.”
“You’re terrible.”
“Naw! You was terrible.”
“I know I feel bad.”
“It’s all good. I ain’t gon’ tell. What else you got me for my birthday?”
“I gave you what you asked for.”
“What if I want something else?”
“What do you want?”
“That ass,” he grinned.
“But Day, you’re still a k**.”
“Not no more. I’m 18. Remember?”
“That doesn’t mean we’re gonna fuck,” I stated.
“Why not. I seen you checkin’ me out earlier. My homie seen it too. You licked yo’ lips,” Dayson pointed out.
“I what…”
“You heard me, Shawn. Let a nigga get in dat big ole booty.”
Dayson pulled out his dick. It was soft, but still thick. I could smell the musty stench emanating from his balls. “Go on a git on dis dick, baby!”
I knelt down and started sucking. It grew to a little over nine inches. He shot his load down my throat and he stayed hard. He bent me over the couch while spanking me and instructing me to twerk for him. I complied with his orders.
“Oh yeah, faggit! This booty hole is tight,” Dayson remarked.
“Oh my god,” I whined.
“You know dis what you like, sissy!”
“Yes, sir!”
“Got damn! Look at the fat ass swallow dis dick!”
“”Oh, Dayson! Fuck me!”
“Yeah! Dis how you was lettin’ my mama’s niggas fuck yo’ punk ass?”
“Yes, sir!”
“You like dis young dick better doe?”
“God yes! You’re fucking me so good.”
“Fuck yeah, bitch!”
Dayson fucked me for close to an hour that night. Now, we’ve been doing it ever since. He stays over three or four nights a week. I came home a couple of times and he was fucking his girlfriend. I told him to get his own place to do that. He accused me of being a jealous, greedy fag. We argued a lot that night. He choked me out then dragged me to the bedroom. He wore my boipussy out after that. I was fucked into submission.
Dayson’s chick is now four months pregnant and I’m still letting him fuck me. Cassie has no idea I’m his bitch. I’m sure she’d kill me if she ever found out.
Cassie and I have been almost inseparable since we met in the tenth grade. I would do damn near anything for one another. I’m the godfather of her firstborn, Janelle. We went to the same cosmetology school and have remained close for over 25 years. I love that girl. Unfortunately, I’ve done some dirt over the years.
Take for instance Janelle’s father, Leonard. One night Cassie called me concerned that Leonard was messing around on her. She had no idea that the six-foot-one, slim, dark-skinned nigga was sitting on my living room couch with his dick out. I had been sucking all nine inches when she rang. I assured her he was a good guy and got her off the phone. I went right back to slurping on his juicy monster cock. He fucked my big, round booty hard too.
“Take this big Nigga dick,” he would yell while pounding me. Leonard was always mean mugging me when Cassie was around. As soon as he could away from her and by me, he was grabbing on my girly ass telling me how I was his bitch. He fucked me two or three times a week until he went away to prison for d**g trafficking. I’ve talked to him a few times since he’s been locked up. I know he’s got a little Mexican bitch in there right now he’s banging out.
Before Leonard, Cassie’s older brother, Tyrone would sneak me into his bedroom. He played football, basketball, and ran track. His body was to die for and his dick was meaty. I’d be sucking on it and riding it while my bestie was asleep in the next room. Tyrone beat my booty up every weekend until he graduated and joined the Marines.
I saw Tyrone a year ago. He’s married now and still fine as hell. He fucked me just like he had back in the day, but his stroke game was even better.
“Fuck me, Tyrone,” I begged him.
“Yeah, you big booty faggit,” he howled. “Take this eight inch dick, bitch!”
“I love your dick!”
“I love this boipussy,” he barked.
It was always so a****listic and raunchy with Tyrone.
The other brothas that messed with Cassie over the years were mostly low rent thugs. She had issues due to not having a father around I guess. Most of them were the same. As soon as Cassie was away they would say things like, ‘How you get uh ass like dat?’ or ‘You built like a bitch.’ or ‘If we was locked up, you’d be my girl!’ Once they said those things, it was on and popping.
Cassie is married now. His name is Deland and he’s good to her. He minds his own business and we have never flirted with one another. I’m glad she’s with him. But, there’s another man in Cassie’s life I’m currently involved with - her 19 year old son, Dayson.
It all started when Day turned 18. I was helping his mom decorate the tables in park where the cookout was going to be. He showed up with one of friends to drop off a couple of coolers full of ice. Both of the fine ass youngsters were wearing basketball shorts and wife beaters. Day caught me staring at his chiseled, tight body and free hanging dick. Apparently, I licked my lips. I had never seen him dressed like that. His cornrows were fresh and his caramel skin was glistening.
Later on at the party, I said, “Happy birthday, young man! Don’t hurt these ladies too bad.”
“Mane, you know how it is. We do what we gotta do,” Dayson returned.
“I know they’re after you.”
“Yeah. They be on a nigga’s jock. It ain’t like you don’t got niggas on you.”
“Whatever,” I huffed.
“Don’t play me, Shawn. I know a a uh my mom’s niggas over the years got down witchu.”
“What?!?!?”
“Look! I gotta go socialize. I’m just gonna say the name ‘Teddy’.
My eyes bugged. “Happy birthday again, Dayson!”
“Yeah! Thanks! I’ll come through tonight ‘bout 8:00 if you got me a blunt for birthday.”
“Sure,” I stuttered.
I was in complete shock. Cassie had dated this dude Teddy back about seven or eight years ago. Dayson would’ve been eleven or twelve. What could he know? What had he seen? I was not myself. I begged Cassie’s forgiveness and left the party.
As I drove home, I thought about Teddy. He was originally from Ghana. He was short, but built like a Mack truck and his skin nearly the color of obsidian. His dick was every bit of ten inches. The first day I met him, he asked, “Can you cut my hair.”
“Cassandra can do it. We went to the same program,” I advised him.
“I don’t let women cut my hair,” he protested. “Give me your address. I can come over in an hour.”
“But I was about to spend some time with my folks,” I informed him.
“As I said. I will be at your house in an hour.”
I admit I was turned on by his accent and domineering attitude. I gave hima shape up then he gave me a workout. The dominance extended to the bedroom. As I sucked on his veiny, uncut eight-and-a-half-inch dick, he gripped my head tightly. He fucked my face recklessly while slapping my ass. “Such a big, pretty butt. Just like a woman. I will fuck you like you’re a girl,” he teased me.
And fuck me like a girl he did. He had me bent over while he spanked my fat cheeks and plowed my pussy hole. I was in heaven. We fucked nonstop that year. He would even give me Ghanaian waist beads. He loved the sound of their rattling when he gave me the business. He was fun and one hundred percent all man.
Anyway, I was at home chilling when 8:00 came and went. I got a text from Dayson at around 8:22 saying he was on his way. I grew a little bit nervous. I’d already freshened up and showered. Now, I was on my second glass of merlot. I had on mesh legging with star prints and a red stain robe. I waited on the couch for my best friend’s son to arrive. There was a knock at my door half an hour later.
“Come on in, Day,” I said. “Have a seat.”
He took a spot on the couch. “Where’s my present, Shawn?”
“Oh here,” I grabbed the blunt.
He accepted it and replied, “Thanks!”
“You’re welcome!”
“I see you dipped from the cookout after we spoke.”
“Uhhhh...Yeah. Had some things I needed to do.”
“Fah real?!?!? I figured you was fucked up after I told you I knew you was lettin’ Teddy fuck you.”
“Well...That was shocking.”
“You ain’t know I knew, did ya?”
“I had no idea,” I swore.
“I was a nosy li’l muthafucka,” he shared. “I went through that nigga’s phone. Seen y’all conversations and shit.”
“You’re terrible.”
“Naw! You was terrible.”
“I know I feel bad.”
“It’s all good. I ain’t gon’ tell. What else you got me for my birthday?”
“I gave you what you asked for.”
“What if I want something else?”
“What do you want?”
“That ass,” he grinned.
“But Day, you’re still a k**.”
“Not no more. I’m 18. Remember?”
“That doesn’t mean we’re gonna fuck,” I stated.
“Why not. I seen you checkin’ me out earlier. My homie seen it too. You licked yo’ lips,” Dayson pointed out.
“I what…”
“You heard me, Shawn. Let a nigga get in dat big ole booty.”
Dayson pulled out his dick. It was soft, but still thick. I could smell the musty stench emanating from his balls. “Go on a git on dis dick, baby!”
I knelt down and started sucking. It grew to a little over nine inches. He shot his load down my throat and he stayed hard. He bent me over the couch while spanking me and instructing me to twerk for him. I complied with his orders.
“Oh yeah, faggit! This booty hole is tight,” Dayson remarked.
“Oh my god,” I whined.
“You know dis what you like, sissy!”
“Yes, sir!”
“Got damn! Look at the fat ass swallow dis dick!”
“”Oh, Dayson! Fuck me!”
“Yeah! Dis how you was lettin’ my mama’s niggas fuck yo’ punk ass?”
“Yes, sir!”
“You like dis young dick better doe?”
“God yes! You’re fucking me so good.”
“Fuck yeah, bitch!”
Dayson fucked me for close to an hour that night. Now, we’ve been doing it ever since. He stays over three or four nights a week. I came home a couple of times and he was fucking his girlfriend. I told him to get his own place to do that. He accused me of being a jealous, greedy fag. We argued a lot that night. He choked me out then dragged me to the bedroom. He wore my boipussy out after that. I was fucked into submission.
Dayson’s chick is now four months pregnant and I’m still letting him fuck me. Cassie has no idea I’m his bitch. I’m sure she’d kill me if she ever found out.
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