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Princeton Wells soaked in the garden tub of his master bathroom and sipped on a glass of merlot. He relished the feeling of the bubbles tingling over his brown skin. He answered a text and relaxed some more. About five minutes, he stepped out and dried himself off. He lathered up with baby oil then put on his plush light pink UGG robe he had purchased online from Nordstrom a few weeks ago. He slipped into a pair of comfortable white house shoes and went into the bedroom. He pulled out a red lace thong and slid into them. Finally, he returned for his wine and headed out the door.
Princeton descended the immaculate staircase of his palatial six-thousand-square-foot home. He went into the kitchen and refilled his glass. Then, he walked into the den and turned on his 65-inch Samsung curved TV. He curled his feet up under him and waited.
As usual, he said a little prayer to himself than his Maker for blessing him so greatly. Princeton was the president and C.E.O. of McCoy Essentials – a company started by his maternal grandfather. The founder of the brand was a chemist by trade who graduated from A&I. He started the ethnic hair care company in the same town as his beloved alma mater. It had flourished masterfully. Princeton was one of the man’s three grandc***dren and the only one working in the family business. His sister was a cardiologist and his cousin was a professor of romance languages in California.
Princeton remained very close to A&I – after all, he did get his undergraduate degree there before going to work at the ‘firm’. The university had a building named after his family, an endowed professorship named after his grandfather and a solarium in memory of his grandmother. The family trust also donated considerable sums yearly to the scholarship fund. But, Princeton’s happiest role at the historically Black institution was that of vice president of the booster club. He attended every home game for football and basketball fi he was in town. He also made a good showing for all the other athletic teams. He was typically there in his kelly green blazer rooting for his beloved Aggies.
Princeton was in god shape for a man of his fifty-two years because he worked out three times a week with a personal trainer – who also happened to be a member of the fitness staff at A&I. He was just a hair of five-foot-eight and weighed a reasonable one-hundred-forty-pounds. He was a vain person and had spent some cash a facelift a couple years back. He also kept his eyebrows arched and had flawless skin. He hopped up when he heard the knock at the door.
One would think Princeton would have had a live-in maid or butler, but he liked to keep things simple. His housekeeper arrived by 9:00 a.m. and left at 4:00 p.m. during the week. He didn’t want to be bothered or really have prying eyes on his nightlife. He would hire staff if he were hosting a dinner party at his home. He looked out the peephole and opened up.
“Hi there,” Princeton smiled.
“Hey. Wassup, Mr. Wells,” said the six-foot-one, one-hundred-eighty-five pound visitor.
“Come in! And, please Brontae call me ‘Princeton’ or ‘P.T.’. Would you like something to drink?”
“Yeah. That’s cool.”
“What do you want?”
“I have most everything.”
“You got a beer?”
“Yes, but you can’t drink and drive leaving here,” he smiled.
“Yeah!”
“Let me grab it. Go ahead and take a seat.”
Princeton rushed off to the kitchen and pulled a Corona from his stainless steel fridge. He also helped himself to more merlot. He returned and took up a seat on the couch.
“How are classes,” the booster quizzed handing over the beer.
“They’re straight,” replied the athlete.
“Glad to hear! You guys hit the road for an away tomorrow, right?”
“Yes, sir!”
“Don’t be so formal, please.”
Brontae Colvin was a junior and a guard on the basketball team. He was kind, slender, and had a deep voice. He had played a big role in the team making it to the Division Two elite eight last season.
Princeton was a typical wealthy booster. He made sure athletes had all of their needs met. And while, he didn’t usually get to extravagant, there were generally five or six that would receive a pre-owned vehicle. Brontae had gotten a 2011 Ford Mustang after the tournament ended.
Princeton flipped on his streaming service and selected a movie. He examined the chocolate man beside him and began to melt. He had a few Aggies that came over to spend time with him – three on the football team, two from basketball, two from baseball, and a couple of the coaching staff. It was the way he liked it. He brushed his hand ever so slightly against the player’s denim covered leg.
“Oh,” Brontae chuckled. “You must be ready.”
“Been thinking about you all day,” Princeton revealed.
“For real. What you was thinking?”
“About how good your big dick tastes and how nice it feels when you fuck my pussy,” the older effeminate gentleman purred.
“That’s what’s up,” the standout approved. “What are you waiting for? Pull it out!”
Princeton sat down his glass and got on his knees. He unzipped his lover’s pants and pulled out a thick nine inch prick. He giggled with delight.
“Oh so you like that,” Brontae checked.
Princeton nodded.
The hoopster said, “Then you better take good care of it.”
The businessman moved closer to it. Brontae could feel the heat of his breath on his manhood. Princeton held on with both hands, kissed the uncut cock, and gently wrapped his lips around it. He worked the length of the pole with precision as he stroked it. Brontae’s head fell backwards and he groaned, “Can’t nobody give head like you!”
Princeton appreciated the compliment and made sure to put in even more effort. Brontae placed his large right hand on Princeton’s closely cropped textured hair. He pulled him down. “Eat that dick, boo!” Princeton gagged. Brontae took pity and let him up. “Why don’t you off that robe. You know I wanna see that ass.” Princeton removed the garment while still sucking.
“Baby,” Brontae belted. “I wanna fuck now!”
Princeton was happy to hear that. He stood up and led his guest to first floor mother-in-law suite. He leaned over the king-sized bed and stuck his butt in the air.
“That ass,” Brontae licked his lips while he smacked. “Just like a woman!”
Princeton had also had a little work done on his booty. He figured Brontae and all the others loved it because they kept coming back.
Brontae lubed himself up and went inside Princeton. There was resistance, but his vixen fought through it with grace.
“That pussy feels so good,” the top sighed.
“Fuck it, baby! Fuck my ass with your big dick,” Princeton cheered him on.
“Oh yeah! Take it!”
“You like how I take your big Black cock in my boipussy.”
“Unh-huh!”
“I love it, nigga! Take that boipussy! Fuck me, daddy!”
Brontae yelled, “So I’m your daddy?”
“Yes, sir,” the fuck puppet confirmed.
“Then act like it, bitch!”
“Yes, daddy! What do I have to do?”
“Get on your side!”
Princeton moved all the way on the bed. Brontae slid behind him and shoved meat back inside. He pounded hard. His balls were slapping against Princeton and the noise could be heard all over the mansion.
Brontae held onto Princeton’s body to keep him from running. He asked while panting, “You like this young dick in you?”
“Yes, daddy,” wailed the homeowner.
“Big young dick, ain’t it?”
“It’s so big, daddy. So big in my pussy!”
“You my MILF, faggot!”
“Oh yeah!”
“Fuck you like you my best friend’s sexy ass momma, bitch!”
“Dad-deeeeeee!”
“Take this dick, MILF!”
Brontae moved Princeton flat on his stomach. He hammered brutally.
Princeton whined out, “Stop, daddy! I can’t take it!”
Brontae refused answering back, “Hell naw, faggot! You got me over here fucking you like you a woman. You takin’ this dick.”
“Yes, sir,” the sissy whimpered.
Brontae grabbed his hair and leaned to nibble on his bottom’s ear the whispered, “You know like my young dick fucking your old faggot pussy. I’m gone slow up. Just take it, baby.”
“Okay, daddy!”
“That’s it! That’s a good bitch! Let this young nigga do all the work.”
Brontae lay flat on Princeton’s back and gyrated softly continuing to push his meat inside. “That pussy is wet as fuck. It feel so good!”
“Thank you,” Princeton shrilled.
“Oh yeah, bitch! Take this dick!”
“Mmhmm, daddy!”
“You make a young nigga wanna fuck you for days!”
Princeton hummed with excitement.
“That’s what you want? You and a young big dick nigga holed up in a hotel for a weekend,” Brontae shouted.
“Yes, daddy,” Princeton screeched.
“Yo old faggot ass takin’ it up the butthole!”
“Oh, daddy!”
“And you like when I call you faggot, don’t you?”
“I love it!”
“I love fuckin’ yo faggotty MILF ass pussy.”
Brontae picked up the speed and force. Princeton pushed back to meet each thrust.
“That’s it, faggot! Throw the ass back!” Brontae lowered himself again and nibbled on the ear. He whispered. ‘Stand up and let this young nigga fuck you against the wall.”
Princeton did as told. Instantly, the large snake was back in rectum.
Brontae said, “You know for a old faggot, you pretty as shit!”
“Thank you, daddy,” cried out Princeton.
He slammed in and out quickly pushing all nine inches in each time.
Princeton was squealing.
“Yeah, bitch! Make that noise! You finna make daddy bust!”
Brontae made his strokes rougher.
Princeton howled.
Brontae’s breathing became labored. He grunted repeatedly. Then he hollered, “Ahhhhhhhh fuck!” He erupted like a volcano It felt so amazing. “Damn that was some good pussy, baby,” he sighed.
Princeton retrieved hot, wet washcloth for him. He cleaned up while his host did the same. Brontae got dressed and asked, “When we gone do this again?”
“Soon,” replied Princeton. “Oh,” he said with shock. “Look what I just found!”
Brontae moved his eyes and saw Princeton handing him a shoe box. Inside of it were a pair of size twelve red and white Nike LeBron XIII sneakers. “These for me,” he quizzed.
“Yes, sir,” advised Princeton.
“What I do to deserve this?”
“I just like to make sure people that are special to me are taken care of.”
“Thanks!”
“You’re welcome!”
“Look I need to get. Don’t keep that ass away from me too long neither,” he added smacking the plump booty.
“You got it, handsome!”
Princeton locked the behind his guest and ran another bath.
Princeton descended the immaculate staircase of his palatial six-thousand-square-foot home. He went into the kitchen and refilled his glass. Then, he walked into the den and turned on his 65-inch Samsung curved TV. He curled his feet up under him and waited.
As usual, he said a little prayer to himself than his Maker for blessing him so greatly. Princeton was the president and C.E.O. of McCoy Essentials – a company started by his maternal grandfather. The founder of the brand was a chemist by trade who graduated from A&I. He started the ethnic hair care company in the same town as his beloved alma mater. It had flourished masterfully. Princeton was one of the man’s three grandc***dren and the only one working in the family business. His sister was a cardiologist and his cousin was a professor of romance languages in California.
Princeton remained very close to A&I – after all, he did get his undergraduate degree there before going to work at the ‘firm’. The university had a building named after his family, an endowed professorship named after his grandfather and a solarium in memory of his grandmother. The family trust also donated considerable sums yearly to the scholarship fund. But, Princeton’s happiest role at the historically Black institution was that of vice president of the booster club. He attended every home game for football and basketball fi he was in town. He also made a good showing for all the other athletic teams. He was typically there in his kelly green blazer rooting for his beloved Aggies.
Princeton was in god shape for a man of his fifty-two years because he worked out three times a week with a personal trainer – who also happened to be a member of the fitness staff at A&I. He was just a hair of five-foot-eight and weighed a reasonable one-hundred-forty-pounds. He was a vain person and had spent some cash a facelift a couple years back. He also kept his eyebrows arched and had flawless skin. He hopped up when he heard the knock at the door.
One would think Princeton would have had a live-in maid or butler, but he liked to keep things simple. His housekeeper arrived by 9:00 a.m. and left at 4:00 p.m. during the week. He didn’t want to be bothered or really have prying eyes on his nightlife. He would hire staff if he were hosting a dinner party at his home. He looked out the peephole and opened up.
“Hi there,” Princeton smiled.
“Hey. Wassup, Mr. Wells,” said the six-foot-one, one-hundred-eighty-five pound visitor.
“Come in! And, please Brontae call me ‘Princeton’ or ‘P.T.’. Would you like something to drink?”
“Yeah. That’s cool.”
“What do you want?”
“I have most everything.”
“You got a beer?”
“Yes, but you can’t drink and drive leaving here,” he smiled.
“Yeah!”
“Let me grab it. Go ahead and take a seat.”
Princeton rushed off to the kitchen and pulled a Corona from his stainless steel fridge. He also helped himself to more merlot. He returned and took up a seat on the couch.
“How are classes,” the booster quizzed handing over the beer.
“They’re straight,” replied the athlete.
“Glad to hear! You guys hit the road for an away tomorrow, right?”
“Yes, sir!”
“Don’t be so formal, please.”
Brontae Colvin was a junior and a guard on the basketball team. He was kind, slender, and had a deep voice. He had played a big role in the team making it to the Division Two elite eight last season.
Princeton was a typical wealthy booster. He made sure athletes had all of their needs met. And while, he didn’t usually get to extravagant, there were generally five or six that would receive a pre-owned vehicle. Brontae had gotten a 2011 Ford Mustang after the tournament ended.
Princeton flipped on his streaming service and selected a movie. He examined the chocolate man beside him and began to melt. He had a few Aggies that came over to spend time with him – three on the football team, two from basketball, two from baseball, and a couple of the coaching staff. It was the way he liked it. He brushed his hand ever so slightly against the player’s denim covered leg.
“Oh,” Brontae chuckled. “You must be ready.”
“Been thinking about you all day,” Princeton revealed.
“For real. What you was thinking?”
“About how good your big dick tastes and how nice it feels when you fuck my pussy,” the older effeminate gentleman purred.
“That’s what’s up,” the standout approved. “What are you waiting for? Pull it out!”
Princeton sat down his glass and got on his knees. He unzipped his lover’s pants and pulled out a thick nine inch prick. He giggled with delight.
“Oh so you like that,” Brontae checked.
Princeton nodded.
The hoopster said, “Then you better take good care of it.”
The businessman moved closer to it. Brontae could feel the heat of his breath on his manhood. Princeton held on with both hands, kissed the uncut cock, and gently wrapped his lips around it. He worked the length of the pole with precision as he stroked it. Brontae’s head fell backwards and he groaned, “Can’t nobody give head like you!”
Princeton appreciated the compliment and made sure to put in even more effort. Brontae placed his large right hand on Princeton’s closely cropped textured hair. He pulled him down. “Eat that dick, boo!” Princeton gagged. Brontae took pity and let him up. “Why don’t you off that robe. You know I wanna see that ass.” Princeton removed the garment while still sucking.
“Baby,” Brontae belted. “I wanna fuck now!”
Princeton was happy to hear that. He stood up and led his guest to first floor mother-in-law suite. He leaned over the king-sized bed and stuck his butt in the air.
“That ass,” Brontae licked his lips while he smacked. “Just like a woman!”
Princeton had also had a little work done on his booty. He figured Brontae and all the others loved it because they kept coming back.
Brontae lubed himself up and went inside Princeton. There was resistance, but his vixen fought through it with grace.
“That pussy feels so good,” the top sighed.
“Fuck it, baby! Fuck my ass with your big dick,” Princeton cheered him on.
“Oh yeah! Take it!”
“You like how I take your big Black cock in my boipussy.”
“Unh-huh!”
“I love it, nigga! Take that boipussy! Fuck me, daddy!”
Brontae yelled, “So I’m your daddy?”
“Yes, sir,” the fuck puppet confirmed.
“Then act like it, bitch!”
“Yes, daddy! What do I have to do?”
“Get on your side!”
Princeton moved all the way on the bed. Brontae slid behind him and shoved meat back inside. He pounded hard. His balls were slapping against Princeton and the noise could be heard all over the mansion.
Brontae held onto Princeton’s body to keep him from running. He asked while panting, “You like this young dick in you?”
“Yes, daddy,” wailed the homeowner.
“Big young dick, ain’t it?”
“It’s so big, daddy. So big in my pussy!”
“You my MILF, faggot!”
“Oh yeah!”
“Fuck you like you my best friend’s sexy ass momma, bitch!”
“Dad-deeeeeee!”
“Take this dick, MILF!”
Brontae moved Princeton flat on his stomach. He hammered brutally.
Princeton whined out, “Stop, daddy! I can’t take it!”
Brontae refused answering back, “Hell naw, faggot! You got me over here fucking you like you a woman. You takin’ this dick.”
“Yes, sir,” the sissy whimpered.
Brontae grabbed his hair and leaned to nibble on his bottom’s ear the whispered, “You know like my young dick fucking your old faggot pussy. I’m gone slow up. Just take it, baby.”
“Okay, daddy!”
“That’s it! That’s a good bitch! Let this young nigga do all the work.”
Brontae lay flat on Princeton’s back and gyrated softly continuing to push his meat inside. “That pussy is wet as fuck. It feel so good!”
“Thank you,” Princeton shrilled.
“Oh yeah, bitch! Take this dick!”
“Mmhmm, daddy!”
“You make a young nigga wanna fuck you for days!”
Princeton hummed with excitement.
“That’s what you want? You and a young big dick nigga holed up in a hotel for a weekend,” Brontae shouted.
“Yes, daddy,” Princeton screeched.
“Yo old faggot ass takin’ it up the butthole!”
“Oh, daddy!”
“And you like when I call you faggot, don’t you?”
“I love it!”
“I love fuckin’ yo faggotty MILF ass pussy.”
Brontae picked up the speed and force. Princeton pushed back to meet each thrust.
“That’s it, faggot! Throw the ass back!” Brontae lowered himself again and nibbled on the ear. He whispered. ‘Stand up and let this young nigga fuck you against the wall.”
Princeton did as told. Instantly, the large snake was back in rectum.
Brontae said, “You know for a old faggot, you pretty as shit!”
“Thank you, daddy,” cried out Princeton.
He slammed in and out quickly pushing all nine inches in each time.
Princeton was squealing.
“Yeah, bitch! Make that noise! You finna make daddy bust!”
Brontae made his strokes rougher.
Princeton howled.
Brontae’s breathing became labored. He grunted repeatedly. Then he hollered, “Ahhhhhhhh fuck!” He erupted like a volcano It felt so amazing. “Damn that was some good pussy, baby,” he sighed.
Princeton retrieved hot, wet washcloth for him. He cleaned up while his host did the same. Brontae got dressed and asked, “When we gone do this again?”
“Soon,” replied Princeton. “Oh,” he said with shock. “Look what I just found!”
Brontae moved his eyes and saw Princeton handing him a shoe box. Inside of it were a pair of size twelve red and white Nike LeBron XIII sneakers. “These for me,” he quizzed.
“Yes, sir,” advised Princeton.
“What I do to deserve this?”
“I just like to make sure people that are special to me are taken care of.”
“Thanks!”
“You’re welcome!”
“Look I need to get. Don’t keep that ass away from me too long neither,” he added smacking the plump booty.
“You got it, handsome!”
Princeton locked the behind his guest and ran another bath.
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