THE DISTRICT-2 F.U.C.
Written by: Eugene Marvin (aka) NPhillydogg@aol.com
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WEST PHILLY
24 year old DeWayne Wright and his (35 yr old) wife Dedra, officially opened their new spa and massage center on West Philly's famed 52nd street, reestablishing themselves as the city's newest black entrepreneurs. From the outside looking in, they appeared to be a happy law abiding family, new owners of a large fully renovated row home (two side by side 3 story row homes renovated into one large urban mini mansion), formally owned by Whinny (The POOH) Graham, and gifted to them by his widowed wife Divine.
Most of the neighbors knew the Wrights as businesses owners, including a barbershop/hair salon which they also opened in West Philly. The Wright's often treated their neighbors to `half-off' days, handing out free coupons throughout the neighborhood they live in. But what most people didn't know, was that the Wright's also had another agenda; as one of the city's biggest drug families.
Known in the underworld as D-Money, DeWayne Wright had made a name for himself as POOH's `right hand man', allowing him to coast easily up the ranks and fill POOH's shoes after the dealers untimely death (The PRECINCT-27, pt-2). No one knew that Divine Graham was the one responsible for her husband's death, as she'd always blamed it on a drive by shooting. Knowing POOH's tumultuous lifestyle as a drug lord, no one second guessed Divine's claims, allowing her to get away with murder.
While Money spent his days filling POOH's enormous (16") shoes (securing his place as the city's new drug lord), his wife Dedra delegated her time between caring for their new baby, DeWayne Jr (feeding, changing, bathing, keeping doctor's appointments, etc..), and making sure their legal businesses ran smoothly. Dedra was the family's backbone, the one that kept Money grounded in reality. She ran the household like Money ran the drug world (ruthlessly & without apology). She ruled staff, counted inventory, managed accounting, and headed the promotion department. She put everything she had into making their investment legit, wanting something definite they could fall back on after Money decided to walk away from the drug world.
One of Money's biggest responsibilities was combining all the corners of Philadelphia (North, West, South, etc), and bringing them all together under one super umbrella. In the past the city had been divided into drug turfs, with Tempest Williams commanding all of North Philly while POOH took over the West and South West areas, and the Italian Mob held the cornerstone on South Philly. But POOH had managed to work out a business arrangement with the Vincelli Family (a well respected Mob family), to allow him to sell drugs in their neighborhood in South Philly without fear of retaliation (chap-4, pt-4 of The PRECINCT). The treaty (thus far) had been working well, with Kane acting in POOH's best interest after the dealer's demise. But while Kane has been gaining favor in the eyes of the Italian Mob, his ego has been rubbing Money the wrong way.
The two men bumped heads often when it came to decision making and ranking. Kane liked to see himself as Money's equal, while Money regarded Kane as an employee. While Kane was often given free rein by POOH to run his business affairs his way, POOH also assigned Money to keep an eye on him, to insure Kane didn't get too confident for his own good. With POOH's demise, Kane saw it as his opportunity to rise in the ranks, proclaiming himself a drug lord. It is Money's agenda to remind Kane where he stands in the scheme of things, and if Kane refuses to relinquish what control he has already, things COULD get ugly...
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POLICE ACADEMY
The ceremony was packed with family and friends as Police Officers of 2012 were called onto the stage to receive their Shield and weapon, signifying them from mere cadets to bonafide Officers. In attendance were family of 23 year old Elliott McConnell. When his name was called, HIS family stood up and cheered, while his father (53 year old David L. McConnell, and his lover Ramone Davenport) took pictures for his scrapbook.
David's ex-wife (Christina) looked in disgust as David and his partner ogled over Elliott.
"You alright, mom...?" asked David Junior (31), sensing his mother's loathing.
"I just can't BELIEVE your father would bring his LOVER to a family event like this..." she whispered under her breath, feeling disrespected and devastated. "Must EVERYONE know our family's shame...?!"
"Want ME to say something to him...?" asked Junior, feeling as angry as his mother about the spectacle.
"Not HERE..." said Christina, "...this is your brother's day...! I don't want to add anything that might tarnish it...!"
The family watched red-eyed and angry as David and Ramone both took pictures from identical cameras, making Elliott pose with his brand new barge before walking off stage (stage right). THEY were the first ones to greet him after the ceremony, giving him big hugs and congratulations.
"I DID it dad!" glee Elliott, finally finishing something important since graduating high school. "I DID it!"
"Yeah..." smiled David McConnell, grinning from ear to ear like a new father. "...I'm so PROUD of you!" he admitted, causing tears of joy to swell in Elliott's eyes before hugging.
"What are you plans after the ceremony...?" asked Ramone, patting Elliott in the back.
"Well, I..." started Elliott, until he was cut off by his mother who broke through David's ring to squeeze in and give her son a long awaited hug/kiss.
"Oh I'm so proud of you..." she said, fake kissing his cheek so she wouldn't smear her lipstick. "...you MUST come with us right now..." she insisted, whisking him away. "...we have a FAMILY dinner planned with just US back at the house...! Everyone's going to be so envious when they see you ride up wearing your new uniform...!"
"uh..., I'll talk to you later, alright dad...?" asked Elliott, not forgetting his dad as he got lost in the density of the crowd.
"You're going to HAVE to let US take you out to dinner one day soon...!" yelled Ramone (unsure he even heard him), before coming face to face with David McConnell Jr.
"David..." acknowledged McConnell Sr, looking directly at his first born child.
"How COULD you show up at a family celebration with HIM at your side...?!" asked Jr, referring to Ramone. "Did it EVER occur to you how MOM might feel about seeing your new BOYFRIEND at a family event...??!"
"No, not really..." answered McConnell, bluntly. "...your mother and I've been divorced for MORE than a few years now..." he reminded his son. "...besides, SHE didn't seem to mind bringing HER last boyfriend to family functions in front of me...!"
"LENER was mom's fiancé..." corrected David jr, giving his father the stink-eye. "...BEFORE Elliott decided to follow YOUR led and sleep with him...!"
"Whatever Elliott is, was NONE of my doing...!" stated McConnell, angering his eldest son more.
"HOW could you even fix your mouth to SAY that...?!" he asked. "EVERYTHING he is is because of YOU!" he insisted. "You don't think you're leaving mom had no baring on his decision to be gay...?! You don't think abandoning US at an early age didn't make him turn to other men for love and affection...?! You don't think your YEARS in the Police Force didn't influence his decision to be a cop...?!"
"Well..., yes, of course..." answered McConnell,
"Then DON'T stand there and SAY that you had NOTHING to do with his decisions...! Cause from where I sit..., he's got DADDY written all over him!"
"David..." said McConnell, seeing the anger in his son's face.
"Don't TOUCH me, man...!" yelled David, stepping back evasively. "I'm not Elliott...! I won't LET you turn me gay!"
"Maybe we ought to take this conversation outside...?" suggested Ramone, noticing people beginning to stare.
"Nobody's even talking to YOU...!" yelled David, uncaring of the drama he was creating.
McConnell knew his son had a lot of anger to displace... "Mom told me not to tell you..." continued David, looking back at his dad. "...so I had HER stand in the back, away from us..." he added, signaling for someone to come up. McConnell's eyes zeroed in through the crowd, until he noticed a young woman walking up with a baby in her arms. David jr welcomed her beside him, placing his arm gently about her shoulders, protectively. "...THIS'S Tasha, my WIFE..." he introduced, causing McConnell's jaw to drop. "...and THIS is our son, Michael...!"
"Michael..." repeated McConnell, seeing his grandson for the first time. "...when...?" was all he could manage to say...
"I got married last year..." informed David jr, coldly announcing it to his father for the first time. "...Michael was born 8 months later...!"
"Why didn't you tell me...?" asked McConnell, heartbroken to have been left out of such an important loop.
"Because you mean NOTHING to me...!" informed David jr. "After you left our family, you left behind the RIGHTS to everything! I don't have to tell you anything about my life! Why would I include you, when you never included US in anything!"
"That's not true, David..." swore McConnell, as David and his family turned their backs and began to walk away. "...I TRIED to be a better father to you and the others...but your MOTHER wouldn't allow me to see you...!"
"Whatever dad...!" responded David, getting further away. "Michael's less than a year old, and already I can't imagine abandoning him like you did us! I'd go through Hell or High Water to get to him! You ain't give a FUCK about us then, so don't give a fuck about us now!"
Ramone walked up behind his lover...
"He doesn't really mean that..." he said, gripping McConnell's shoulder supportively. "...he's just angry...!"
"VERY angry..." corrected McConnell. "I don't understand why he so mad at me..." said the older man, still staring ahead long after his son disappeared. "...his MOTHER was the one who kept me from them all these years...!"
"Who KNOWS what that woman's been filling his head with...?" speculated Ramone. "I think you two need to sit down and have a long talk..., before things get nastier between you...!"
"I agree..." said McConnell, turning towards his friend. "...problem IS..., I don't think HE `D want to!"
"Won't hurt to ask..." said Ramone, as they began to leave the ceremony.
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SOUTH PHILLY
24 yr old Money pulled his 2010 Hummer Deluxe (formerly owned by POOH) up in front of the A-Building in Roswell Heights (one of the last black Projects in Philly), home of Winston Sinclair, otherwise known as KANE. Kane's young minions (milling about outside the building complex) looked at Money's ride in awe, all dreaming of the day when THEY too macked enough brick to afford such an impressive ride. They watched as Money stepped out of his car, then rounded the front and stroll past right them, headed up to Kane's apartment on the 10th floor. The youngsters spoke, paying respects to the man they recognized as one of the leaders in the drug world. Money walked into the lobby of the building, then had one of his henchmen press the button for the elevator. Immediately they could hear the loud clank of the cables as the elevator rode down, the door flying open quickly as if the manmade machine was about to conk out on its last leg. The ride up was just as eventful, with the overhead lights flickering on and off. The elevator stopped on the desired floor, and Money and his 2 henchmen got off. Kane had failed to contact Money after Money had made several attempts to call him, getting nothing but voicemail. A face to face visit was the next logical step, taking Money out of his comfort zone and into areas of South Philly where he felt more vulnerable.
He thought twice about knocking when he got to Kane's door, hearing the loud blast of rap music penetrating the walls and hallway. Testing the doorknob, he found it unlocked as he and his henchmen stepped inside to find a sea of sleeping naked bodies (both male and female) in what had to be the end of an all night orgy.
"Looks like we missed one HELL of a party...!" said one of the men (Kobe), staring down at one of the comatose women (her pussy on full display as she lay face down over someone else's legs).
"Find Kane..." said Money, turning off the music and eyeballing the display of drugs lying scattered across the coffee table.
"I'm right here...!" said Kane, walking in from the master bedroom (completely naked), looking as if he were suffering from a hangover. "And it WAS one hellova party!" he admitted to the bodyguard (giving him a wink) as he turned a 40oz bottle of beer up to his lips.
"You ain't been returnin' my phone calls...!" said Money, stepping over bodies while trying to hold a discussion.
"Didn't notice you called..." said Kane, wiping his mouth on his forearm. "...music was a lil' loud last night..."
"So I heard...!" said Money. "You were SUPPOSED to meet with The Syndicate about your new venture with the Vincelli's...!"
"Oh, yeah..." said Kan, as if it just occurred to him. "...rite..."
Money looked suspicious...
"You...wouldn't be tryin' to work onna deal of yur own...would you...?" he felt compelled to ask.
Kane smiled, scratching the back of his head (looking as if he had something to hide)...
"Come into my office..." he said, leading Money into the bedroom.
Money watched Kane's dark ass walking back towards his room (the chocolate muscled cheeks still slightly wet from activity). Money tried to keep his mind on business as he told his 2 henchmen to stay behind, then walked into the bedroom where Kane closed kicked some sleeping male out of his bed before closing and securing the door behind him.
"You've expanded your territory, didn't you...?" asked Money, looking for the truth.
"The Vincelli's too FUC to a whole new level...!" explained Kane, showing Money the coke like substance he had lying on his end table. Money picked up the bag of powder and examined it, tasting a sample with his thumbnail.
"Snorting it is ONE way of ingestin' it..." said Kane, as Money tested the potency on his tongue. "...but the best way to feel its effects is to have it FUCKED into yur ass or pussy..., that way it gets right into your blood stream!"
"Through the ass...?" asked Money skeptically, already feeling the potency numb his tongue.
"It's a WILD trip, man...!" assured Kane, grinning.
"Why wasn't this discussed with the Syndicate...?" asked Money. "We're not street corner boys staking out claims anymore, Money..., we're HEADS now! We're on the same team! Why'r we still going head to head like when Tempest and POOH were back in the day...?"
"Tempest and POOH were arch enemies from the beginning..." countered Kane. "...I believe you and me've gotten past all that competitiveness and hatred..., I mean...we're been INSIDE each other..., that's a special bond THEY never shared...!"
Money read over and felt Kane's bare ass...
"Special bond, eh...?" he asked, roughly shoving his finger up Kane's ass. "Feels like you share that bond with everyone...!" he said, feeling his finger swim through someone's load.
"Told you FUC was a wild ride!" smiled Kane. "When was the last time YOU let yourself loose and had FUN...?"
"I'm a married adult man with a family to think of now..." said Money, removing his finger. "...I don't have time for YOUR kinda fun...!"
"I'm a father too..." reminded Kane, picking up the bag Money discarded. "...don't mean we can't have fun...! WHO says our sex lives gotta be borin' cuz we daddies, eh...? You need to loosen up and try out some of this FUC...!"
"Wouldn't I need to get fucked in the ass for that...?" questioned Money, according to Kane.
"You wanna kno' bout the product, rite...?" asked Kane, dipping his thumbnail in the powder before snorting. "Best way to taste it is to sample it the way it's supposed to be used!"
"So all those people out there'r cranked out on FUC...?" asked Money, curiously.
"FUC and fuckin'!" laughed Kane. "Kinda goes hand in hard..." he added. "...something about the CUM mixin' in with the drug kinda cranks the high another notch! You gotta try it!"
Money was skeptical, but didn't resist when Kane started to undo his belt. Kane smiled when he realized Money was intrigued, and knelt before him as he lowered his pants and underwear to the floor, exposing the younger dealer from the waist down. "Last time I saw THIS..." he said, taking Money's limp dick in his hand. "...it was happier to see me...!"
"Times were different then..." said Money, as Kane fondled the family jewels.
"Yeah..." agreed Kane, "...back then we both were squirrels tryin' to find a nut...! Now we HEADS...!"
"Seems like HEADS would be on the same page...,right...?" asked Money, knowing Kane was trying to go off on his own.
"Depends on if you wanna get onboard with this FUC...!" said Kane, taking Money's pants off around his boots before motioning for him to climb up onto the bed.
Money opted to lie on his back, wanting to keep an eye on Kane. Kane smiled as he lifted Money's legs, causing his hairy asshole to come into view. Despite their difference, Kane really did like Money, and enjoyed fucking his tight asshole even more. It'd been awhile since he was last allowed through Money's pearly gates, and he wanted to savor this moment for as long as possible, licking his lips (wantonly) before pressing his face up into the man's ass.
"oh..." gasped Money, feeling Kane's tongue dart across his asshole. It'd been quite awhile since he'd had his asshole eaten. Dedra had her skills, but eating a man's ass was never in her repertoire.
Kane settled himself in (on his knees at the edge of the bed, stroking his hardening dick), and began eating Money's ass the way he always dreamt, licking his tongue up and down the hairy crevice as he savored the taste of his asshole. There had always been a struggle of authority between the two men, so having Money on his back with his legs in the air (getting ready to get fucked), was definitely a mental WIN for Kane, knowing that any minute (whenever HE decided), he'd be balls deep in Money's ass-pussy, fucking him like one of his hairy bitches.
Money knew Kane had something up his sleeve. He could feel the tension between them as soon as he entered the building. Kane was planning something big, something that didn't include merging with him and the Syndicate. Money hoped Kane wasn't DUMB enough to start a war. Tempest Williams and POOH had a war for years before they finally merged together, and even then neither side totally trusted the other. It was the basis of their downfalls (well that, AND underestimating Peaches).
Kane ate Money's asshole for more than 5 minutes, licking, sucking and tongue fucking his hairy hole as if it were a tasty treat. He kept a close eye on the drug leader, watching his facial expressions as Money tried (in vain) not to show any enjoyment, biting his lower lip and stifling moans to keep Kane from knowing his tongue was beginning to get the best of him. Kane reached up and roughly stroked Money's erection, feeling it's strength between his fingertips. "Hey..." called Money, locking eyes with Kane as he ripped his tongue from the flexing hole. "...what's my DICK got to do with FUC...?"
"Just checkin' to make sure yur enjoyin' yurself...!" said Kane.
"I'm not here for that...!" insisted Money, not wanting to get into a sexual thing with Kane. This was completely business, and he didn't want his adversary confusing the two.
"Straight down to bizniz, eh...?" asked Kane, reaching for the lubricant.
"I think we should keep it simple, don't you...?"
"Simple's good..." said Kane, greasing his dick as he stood.
Money continued to watch as Kane sat the lubricant down, then got into position between his legs and aimed his prick up to the spit lubed hole.
"Aint'cha gonna use the FUC first...?" asked Money, feeling Kane press into him.
"I wanna open you up first..." instructed Kane, forcing the head of his dick into Money's tight hole. "...I don't wanna waste FUC tryin' to pry you open!"
Accepting Kane's explanation, Money laid back and chilled as the dick drilled its way into him. Money bit his lower lip as he titled his head back, enduring the pain of entry. Kane moaned openly, loving the feel of his rival's tight hole wrapping immediately around his dick as he pushed forward and buried his entire shaft.
"Yeahhhh..." moaned Kane, closing his eyes to the ecstasy.
"Just get it over with, fucker...!" insisted Money, looking up at Kane.
Kane smiled as he looked back down at Money and started fucking, pulling and pushing his dick in and out of the tight squeezing hole.
"Damn nigga, whens the last time you been fucked...?" he asked, feeling the asshole choke his thrusting manhood as he squeezed through (thanks to the lubricant).
"I told you...I don't do that shit...!" said Money, groaning softly as the dick started moving in and out of him, dragging his rectum with it.
"Whateva nigga..." said Kane, concentrating on his stroke. "...its gonna take a minnut to open you up..." he informed, "...so you might as well relax...!"
Money knew Kane had a point. He hadn't been fucked since his obligation to POOH was repaid (Pooh was fucking Money for stealing money from him in MY WOMAN'S LOVER), allowing his anal virginity to grow back. Kane's dick felt bigger than normal, but Money couldn't deny it was already starting to feel better as his anus stretched to accommodate him.
Kane thrust his dick in and out of Money's asshole, taking his time to stretch the anal ring and gently fuck the depths, massaging the hole open through long deep probing strokes. He could have pulverized the anus, fucking it super fast and strong, not giving Money time enough to adjust. But he wanted the fucking to feel good. He wanted Money to remember what he's missing, what he COULD BE getting on a regular if he played his cards right. Indeed Kane would love a chance to fuck Money's hole on a daily basis, or even a monthly basis, but the married man acted as if getting fucked and fucking men were beneath him, as if dick and ass didn't mix.
Kane began to pick up the pace when he felt Money's asshole beginning to become accustomed to the fucking. He reached down and grabbed the back of Money's neck (holding him in place) as he started to fuck harder, driving his dick faster through the tight milking hole.
"Don't you think I'm open enough now...?" asked Money, realizing Kane was really starting to get into the sexual aspect of their experiment.
"Oh yeah..." said Kane, having forgotten about the drug.
Ripping his dick from Money's asshole, he grabbed the package of FUC off the nightstand and dipped his greased dickhead inside the white powdery substance. Money waited patiently (holding his legs up and open) as Kane coated the tip of his prick before getting back into position between Money's legs.
"So you just dip it in the FUC and fuck...?" asked Money, feeling Kane's dickhead kiss up against his hole again.
"Rite..." said Kane, gripped the back of Money's neck to hold him in place again before ramming forth.
"URRHHH...!" grunted Money, tensing up as Kane rammed all 9.5 inches of solid hard manhood straight into his ass like a harpoon.
"Relax..." encouraged the older man, grounding his pelvis home after sheathing every inch. "...let it fill you..." he whispered, holding himself inside. "...just relax and let yur hole mold to my shaft...!"
"Uhhhh..." groaned Money, relaxing a little as his anal muscles tightened and squeezed around Kane's dick root. Kane loved the tightening, fighting the urge to start fucking. He knew soon enough (once the drug kicked in) that Money would be begging for his dick. It was only a matter of time...
Money's asshole spasm and squeezed around Kane's embedded prick, trying to repel the invader. But Kane stood his ground, keeping his dick planted deep as it lay buried in Money's hot anal flesh, his dickhead soaking in Money's innards' juices.
"Yeah...that's it..." moaned Kane, starting to move back and forth, slow fucking the hole. "...relax..., let my dick make you feel good..."
Money began to relax more as the dick started to slide through him, feeling his anal ring contour to the shape of Kane's wood. Kane started to move faster, picking up the pace as he moved his hip to and fro, gaining momentum and depth as he dug straight through Money's entrails.
Money felt his body beginning to react to the dicking, his innards milking the shaft as it slid smoothly through him like a warm icicle. He felt his insides starting to warm as the dick dug through him, hitting that magic spot somewhere inside his anus. Money's dick lurched with life, lifting off of his stomach as it levitated over his navel. Kane started to see the signs of FUC beginning to affect him as lust washed over Money's otherwise impartial face.
"Is it hittin' you yet...?" he asked, making sure his dickhead hit Money's back wall.
"I...I'm...not sure..." groaned Money, his eyes fluttering closed as his mind began to reel delightfully. He could definitely feel something, but he wasn't sure what. His dick was already leaking pre-cum, causing sticky droplets of sweet semen nectar to ooze onto his stomach. Kane held him behind the neck, causing him to scrunch forward abit, it also gave Kane better leverage, allowing him to plow into his ass at whatever pace he desired. Money didn't mind though, as the fucking was beginning to feel fantastic.
"Ooohhh yeeeaaahhh..." he moaned, loving the way his asshole was starting to feel. "...fuck me, man...!"
"Yeah, it's workin'...!" smiled Kane, knowing Money's ass was all HIS now.
Tightening his grip on the back of his neck, Kane started to fuck his ass harder. Money grunted louder as the thrusts got rougher, Kane's pelvic bone slamming (hard) into his ass. Kane could feel his dick salivating in Money's ass, lubing his rectal passage with his precious pre-cum, slicking the runway as his dick beat back and forth.
"Shit man, this ass feels good as a motherfucker...!" he moaned, fucking harder.
Money pulled his legs up wider, giving Kane deeper access into his most secret passage, loving the way it pounded through his backdoor. By now his asshole breathed with a mind of its own, salivating, sucking and massaging the Kane's prick with loving desperation, causing Kane to react as well. Kane fucked harder, climbing up onto the bed with Money, pushing his knees down against his chest as he doubled the drug lord in half and fucked him deeper.
"FUCK ME, MAN!" shouted Money, going crazy with lust, his asshole growing wild with hunger.
Reaching up, he grabbed Kane by his thrusting waist, pulling his hips into him harder, wanting to feel the dick go deeper. Kane obliged for as long as he could, his dick already reaching critical mass as it began to twitch and tingle with delight.
Kane turned up the speed by leaning in over Money, using the backs of his thighs as ledges as he rose in pushup position and began hammering. Money groaned and grunted after every deep inward jab, feeling Kane's dick slam 9 and 1/2 inches with every plunge. Money reached up and grasped his own hardon, stroking it wildly as he got fucked. It only took a dozen or so strokes before he began painting his chest and stomach with cum.
"AAARRRRRHHHHH...!" he yelled as the cum shot out of him in streaks, streaming across his torso in white ribbons.
"Oh shit...!" cursed Kane, feeling Money's asshole strangle his thrusting dick as he continued to fuck him straight through his climax. Money was still pumping his spurting dick when Kane shoved all the way in and yelled... "UUURRRHHHHHH...!!" he screamed, shooting his load deep into Money's bowels.
The burst of cum splattered against Money's insides, mixing in with traces of FUC, causing a chain reaction that hit Money's brain like electricity.
"OH FUCK...!" he screamed, feeling an extra JOLT shoot through him as the cum flooded his innards. "Fuck me, man! Fuck me! Don't stop! Arrhhhh...!" he groaned, wanting to be invaded.
Kane fell forward, his dick planted balls deep as his dick pumped, jerked, and spit the last of his seed. Money felt disappointed when he felt Kane's dick already dying inside him. He needed someone else to fuck him, someone with a bigger dick, who could feed his asshole the thing it needed. "More man...! I need MORE!"
"Just chill..." said Kane, needing a break. "...I'll get hard again in a few minutes, I'll fuck you some more then...!"
Kane pulled out and fell on his back in bed, needing some time to rest before round two. Money reached down and felt his puffy asshole, pushing 3 fingers up inside his hungry hole. Kane was already falling asleep when Money got up out of bed, heading for the door. He stepped out into the hallway and walked towards the living room where he left his henchmen, and found them sexually engaged with 2 sleeping women.
The two men looked up at their naked boss as he came out of Kane's bedroom, their faces priceless (like two kids caught with their hands in cookie jars).
"Kobe..." called Money, as the man pulled his long hard dick from the girl's juicy pussy and stood up. "...follow me...!" he ordered, taking him into the middle room (Kane's children's room). Kobe walked in behind Money, his hard dick dying slowly as he walked.
"I...I can explain..." he said, believing him in hot water. But instead of Money reprimanding him for fucking when he was supposed to be guarding, he was shocked to see his boss flop facedown on a child's bed, his ass hiked high in the air (invitingly), his ass cheeks parted to reveal his glossy asshole, showing leaky remnants of just getting fucked.
"Fuck me...!" ordered Money, as Kobe's dick began to rise with expectations of fucking the boss...
Written by: Eugene Marvin [aka] Nphillydogg@aol.com _____________________________ Hit me up at the address above with questions, comments, and suggestions. Or join me on Facebook.com for quicker updates on what I may be working on next.