Dani s Story Book III Decisions Chapter VIII
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Cortez awoke at five twenty-seven in the morning. He had drank more cognac after his wife’s hairdresser let him fuck that badonkadonk and had fallen asleep downstairs on the living room
couch. His loins ached with arousal and betrayed him with his hefty shaft pitching a tent in his boxer briefs. He rubbed his eyes, removing the sleep from them. He felt around on the floor for his cell phone.
There.
Cortez picked it up and held it in front of his face to unlock it. He squinted to get his focus and looked at his messages. Bingo. Kenji had sent a morning greeting. He figured the woo-woo faggot licensed professional counselor was up and about because of the two-hour time difference. He fired off a reply.
- How was your night faggot?
- Good. Yours?
- Great! Called my wife’s hairdresser over and nutted in his ass. Then sent him back to his tranny wife.
- OMGosh! Where was your wife?
- Can you talk?
The device vibrated and the name ‘K KCMO’ appeared on the screen.
“Hey, faggit,” he said with grogginess.
“Hey, daddy,” Kenji’s melodic, velvety voice rang out.
“My wife was upstairs asleep when I was fucking him,” Cortez groaned, stretching.
“You’re so naughty!”
“You’re goddamn right,” he chuckled while coughing.
“How did you accomplish that?”
“There’s a li’l storage room in the garage. I soundproofed that bitch with some four-inch acoustic wedge foam panels on the walls. Ain’t no sound getting out of there. I’ve fucked a bunch of times in there when she’s sleeping,” the twice married father of two admitted.
“I’m impressed,” the federally qualified health center ther****t shared.
Cortez sat up. “My momma didn’t raise but one fool. And it wasn’t me,” he laughed.
“I see. I see. So....”
“So what, faggit?”
“I had got fucked last night,” Kenji confessed.
“You record it?”
“No. He didn’t want to.”
“Ah hell! That’s cool, boo. Tell me about it!”
“Well,” the creative, right-brained sissy launched into his recount. “It was about time for me to refresh my stash. And my weed man texted me. I guess he’s got a reminder or something set.”
“Yeah, he got one set so he can fuck you,” Cortez interrupted playfully.
“You’re silly, but probably right,” concurred the five-seven, sepia-toned effeminate forty year-old. “He came through and brought the kush. I had on these tight, shiny pink hot shorts and a purple cami.”
“You were looking femme as fuck,” moaned Cortez. “I love that sissy shit. Were you wiggling that onion booty?”
“I was. I offered him a seat and drink while he measured out my portion,” explained Kenji, twirling a couple of his thin, well-maintained dreadlocks. “I poured him some whiskey and sat next to him. He asked why I wasn’t drinking. So, I went and fixed me some gin and juice. I came back and he told me I smelled good, you know. ‘Girly and shit,’ he said. I thanked him and once he was done, I asked if he would roll one for me.”
“So you prolonging his visit. Slick ass faggit,” the six-foot-two, medium-brown man uttered.
Kenji giggled. “Yep! So, he rolled a blunt and we smoked a bit. He started rubbing on my legs and saying how smooth and soft my skin was. Then, he told me his baby momma has been tripping lately saying he was no good and lazy. I offered some empathy and told him I could tell he was a hard worker out here hustling to provide for his k**s. I reached over and rubbed his crotch. His dick was already getting hard.”
“He told me I should go on and pull it out,” the artsy queer kept recalled. “So, I did. It was already getting hard. He’s not quite as big as you, but he’s got about nine inches and it’s got decent width too. He’s a slim, blue-black nigga. So sexy and hard. I sucked the hell out of his dick. After a couple minutes, he pulled me up by my hair and dragged me to my bed.”
“Of fuck,” grunted Cortez, stroking his 9½-inch-by-6-inch dick.
“I got on the bed. Face down. Ass up. He spat on my crack and squeezed my cheeks. He started rubbing his spit around with his dick head until he pushed inside of me. I screamed a little.”
“Fuck yeah,” murmured the married, mostly straight man.
“He went slow at first. Then, he started going faster.”
“Were..You...Throw...ing...It..Back,” asked Cortez, huffing each syllable.
“Hell yes,” smiled Kenji. “We were both loving it!”
“Yeah, faggit! I want you!”
“What are you doing, daddy?”
“I’m stroking this big Black dick, faggit! I can’t wait to fuck you. Where’d he nut at?”
“He pulled out after a while and made me suck my booipussy juice off his dick,” purred the submissive bottom. “Then, he shot all over my face.”
“Did you swallow any of that nut,” Cortez checked with labored breathing.
“Oh god yes!”
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhh! Shit!”
“What, daddy,” asked Kenji.
“I just fucking nutted, bitch! I can’t wait to fuck you.”
“Likewise.”
“Fuck! Let me clean up. I’ll hit you up later.”
Cortez ended the call and lumbered towards the downstairs powder room to wash up. He then ascended the spiral staircase and went into the master bedroom.
Roxanne was just waking up. “Good morning,” she yawned. “Sleep okay?”
“Slept great, baby,” grinned the devious fudge packer.
couch. His loins ached with arousal and betrayed him with his hefty shaft pitching a tent in his boxer briefs. He rubbed his eyes, removing the sleep from them. He felt around on the floor for his cell phone.
There.
Cortez picked it up and held it in front of his face to unlock it. He squinted to get his focus and looked at his messages. Bingo. Kenji had sent a morning greeting. He figured the woo-woo faggot licensed professional counselor was up and about because of the two-hour time difference. He fired off a reply.
- How was your night faggot?
- Good. Yours?
- Great! Called my wife’s hairdresser over and nutted in his ass. Then sent him back to his tranny wife.
- OMGosh! Where was your wife?
- Can you talk?
The device vibrated and the name ‘K KCMO’ appeared on the screen.
“Hey, faggit,” he said with grogginess.
“Hey, daddy,” Kenji’s melodic, velvety voice rang out.
“My wife was upstairs asleep when I was fucking him,” Cortez groaned, stretching.
“You’re so naughty!”
“You’re goddamn right,” he chuckled while coughing.
“How did you accomplish that?”
“There’s a li’l storage room in the garage. I soundproofed that bitch with some four-inch acoustic wedge foam panels on the walls. Ain’t no sound getting out of there. I’ve fucked a bunch of times in there when she’s sleeping,” the twice married father of two admitted.
“I’m impressed,” the federally qualified health center ther****t shared.
Cortez sat up. “My momma didn’t raise but one fool. And it wasn’t me,” he laughed.
“I see. I see. So....”
“So what, faggit?”
“I had got fucked last night,” Kenji confessed.
“You record it?”
“No. He didn’t want to.”
“Ah hell! That’s cool, boo. Tell me about it!”
“Well,” the creative, right-brained sissy launched into his recount. “It was about time for me to refresh my stash. And my weed man texted me. I guess he’s got a reminder or something set.”
“Yeah, he got one set so he can fuck you,” Cortez interrupted playfully.
“You’re silly, but probably right,” concurred the five-seven, sepia-toned effeminate forty year-old. “He came through and brought the kush. I had on these tight, shiny pink hot shorts and a purple cami.”
“You were looking femme as fuck,” moaned Cortez. “I love that sissy shit. Were you wiggling that onion booty?”
“I was. I offered him a seat and drink while he measured out my portion,” explained Kenji, twirling a couple of his thin, well-maintained dreadlocks. “I poured him some whiskey and sat next to him. He asked why I wasn’t drinking. So, I went and fixed me some gin and juice. I came back and he told me I smelled good, you know. ‘Girly and shit,’ he said. I thanked him and once he was done, I asked if he would roll one for me.”
“So you prolonging his visit. Slick ass faggit,” the six-foot-two, medium-brown man uttered.
Kenji giggled. “Yep! So, he rolled a blunt and we smoked a bit. He started rubbing on my legs and saying how smooth and soft my skin was. Then, he told me his baby momma has been tripping lately saying he was no good and lazy. I offered some empathy and told him I could tell he was a hard worker out here hustling to provide for his k**s. I reached over and rubbed his crotch. His dick was already getting hard.”
“He told me I should go on and pull it out,” the artsy queer kept recalled. “So, I did. It was already getting hard. He’s not quite as big as you, but he’s got about nine inches and it’s got decent width too. He’s a slim, blue-black nigga. So sexy and hard. I sucked the hell out of his dick. After a couple minutes, he pulled me up by my hair and dragged me to my bed.”
“Of fuck,” grunted Cortez, stroking his 9½-inch-by-6-inch dick.
“I got on the bed. Face down. Ass up. He spat on my crack and squeezed my cheeks. He started rubbing his spit around with his dick head until he pushed inside of me. I screamed a little.”
“Fuck yeah,” murmured the married, mostly straight man.
“He went slow at first. Then, he started going faster.”
“Were..You...Throw...ing...It..Back,” asked Cortez, huffing each syllable.
“Hell yes,” smiled Kenji. “We were both loving it!”
“Yeah, faggit! I want you!”
“What are you doing, daddy?”
“I’m stroking this big Black dick, faggit! I can’t wait to fuck you. Where’d he nut at?”
“He pulled out after a while and made me suck my booipussy juice off his dick,” purred the submissive bottom. “Then, he shot all over my face.”
“Did you swallow any of that nut,” Cortez checked with labored breathing.
“Oh god yes!”
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhh! Shit!”
“What, daddy,” asked Kenji.
“I just fucking nutted, bitch! I can’t wait to fuck you.”
“Likewise.”
“Fuck! Let me clean up. I’ll hit you up later.”
Cortez ended the call and lumbered towards the downstairs powder room to wash up. He then ascended the spiral staircase and went into the master bedroom.
Roxanne was just waking up. “Good morning,” she yawned. “Sleep okay?”
“Slept great, baby,” grinned the devious fudge packer.
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