Piedmont Penitentiary is an old turn of the century prison nick named "The HOLE" on the outskirts of Philadelphia in the Valley Forge section of Pennsylvania, which was built to hold up to 500 convicted inmates. Today it holds nearly 1500, 3 times it's intended population. Over crowding means there are 2 to 3 men or more per cell, which was originally built to house just one. The plumbing is old and rusted, the walls are crumbly, the foundation is corroded, and morale is low. Inmates and Officers complain of conditions, but more complaints are lost to the board of directors. Politicians that look to line their pockets before updating repairs for inmates, run the board. No one cares if convicted criminals complain about "unfair" living conditions. They were incarcerated for punishment, not comfort. Most tax payers see them as animals that need to be locked up off the streets. They are forgotten and unwanted members of society, -the scary and depraved. Whatever happens to them behind bars is more than likely deserved!
The HOLE/20 DEALS AND DEVILS
Pt-1
Sunrise to most people happens while either in bed under the covers trying to avoid the inevitable alarm clock, or on the road in their cars or transit buses on their way to work. For the inmates at Piedmont Penitentiary, they view the sun through the bared windows of their prison cells (if they're lucky enough to have windows).
Prison Warden Dennis Ellis is one such commuter. He leaves his wife of many years at home to attend the mundane rituals of house and the family they built together, to go off to work at the prison. At the prison, he collects his schedule and list of note worthy calls he must return from his trusted secretary. His first appointment is with his new inmate assistant Davis Wood.
Davis is a married 34 yr old man with 4 children in the "real world". Convicted of Marijuana possession (over a kilo), he was sentenced to 10 years. He sits outside the Warden's office in the air conditioned waiting area, sampling chocolate mints the old aging secretary likes to keep on her neat and tidy desk.
Davis watches the Warden enter with his briefcase in hand. He collects the items fore mentioned from his secretary, as Davis can't help but stare at the Warden's groin which bulges with anticipation of his forthcoming sex act.
"In my office!" orders Ellis, walking briskly pass Davis. Davis follows him inside, closing the door behind him. "I've been thinking of this all night!" exclaims the Warden, unfastening his belt as he walks around his desk to take a seat in his fantastically soft leather imported chair. Davis watches as the Warden drops his pants and underwear to the floor before taking a seat. "Get over here and start working, inmate! And make it good, I have a meeting in a half hour!"
Davis swallows the chocolate mint in his mouth, and walks around the desk to face Ellis. The Warden's dick is already half hard with anticipation. Davis maneuvers himself on his knees between the man's thick legs, and grabs his meat. Ellis moans softly when Davis leans forward and takes his tool into his hot wet mouth. Davis wondered why the Warden required around the clock blow jobs from his "male assistants", when he had a wife at home? Sometimes he could barely make it pass the old secretary's desk before his dick is practically busting at the seams of his pants. Davis didn't think Ellis was a nice looking man, but certainly he would have no problem finding suitable females to fuck and suck his dick if he so desired. Some women are drawn to power, and Ellis was perhaps the most powerful men in the city.
Davis sucked up and down the thick full length of the Warden's dick, admiring the size shape and flavor of his manhood as compared to his own and his cellmate's James Derekson. Derekson and Davis have been potential sex-mates for quite sometime now, helping each other to satisfy the other's cardinal needs at night after lights out. Davis and Derekson had become very close in that time. Sucking another man's dick on a regular basis has a way of bringing one closer. They talked about life outside the prison, and had even planned to keep in-touch with one another once they were set free. Davis knew about as much of James Derekson's life as he did his own. He knew of his relationship with his common-law wife Rachel, he knew of James' plans to eventually marry her once he was out and back on his feet. He knew of his work history, his childhood, his hopes and dreams for the future..., and how his semen tasted.
The most surprising thing about Davis and James' sexual experiences were how much they actually enjoyed it. Neither man was gay, or even ever considered sex with another man before finding each other in the same cell. After months of listening to each other jerk off at night, they finally decided to work together. The touch and feel of another hand, another touch, another mouth..., was almost like having sex again for the very first time. They quickly found themselves addicted. Neither man seemed to mind sucking the other, so long as they were getting theirs done as well. Even the taste of swallowing each other's loads became something of an aphrodisiac.
Derekson wasn't too thrilled to discover his cellmate was now sharing his personal secret (Davis' his mouth) with the Warden. They even argued about it late at night when most others were asleep. Derekson thought they agreed to keep their mutual sucks a secret, between no other inmates but themselves. Davis argued that Ellis was not an inmate, therefore it was perfectly acceptable to suck his dick. Davis insisted that sucking Ellis was purely work related, that he was doing it strictly for the "perks" the Warden's assistants gets (i.e. sweet air conditioning, free smokes, candy, money, etc). Davis thought if he didn't know any better, James was starting to sound jealous.
Davis dismissed the idea, knowing that his relationship with James was purely out of necessity. He and Derekson weren't in love with each other, they simply knew what the other needed to get off and stay sane.
Ellis loosened his tie from around his thick neck, looking down at the masculine male inmate between his legs. Davis was sucking away at his dick, doing a good job, though not as good as the Warden's last assistant Rocky Peterson.
Rocky was a 48 yr old man whom had been in prison a long time. He was recently paroled, which left an opening for his position. Davis was the lucky candidate who got the job, out sucking all the other candidates with his extensive service to his cellmate Derekson.
Unlike Derekson, Ellis didn't give a fuck who Davis sucked besides himself. He hired Davis for one task, and one task only. He felt himself getting closer and closer to losing his load. Davis felt the Warden's dick thickening between his lips, pulsing steadily as he sucked it even more firmly. Davis could taste the sweet pre-cum of the forthcoming seed. It triggered him to work harder, firming his lips as he ate at the thick shaft hungrily. Ellis began to thrust upward, feeding his meat between Davis' lips. Loud suck slurping sounds filled the room. Davis wrapped his hand around Ellis' dick, fisting it well while sucking it harder. Ellis slapped Davis' hand away, only wanting to feel his mouth on his crank, not a hand job. Seconds later, his dick exploded, filling Davis' mouth to capacity.
"uuhhkkkkk...!!" choked Davis, allowing the creamy goo to fill his mouth.
Ellis' dick pulsed between his lips, pumping forth thick creamy salty spurt after salty spurt. Once Davis was sure the dick had stopped creaming, he removed his mouth, and swallowed. Ellis watched intently as the inmate digested his juices (a requirement Ellis demands from his assistants). Then Davis leaned forward and cleaned the remaining cum seeping from the piss slit.
"That was good." announced Ellis, pushing Davis off his dick with 10 minutes left to his meeting. The 34 yr old straight man stood up, his lips feeling rubbery and raw from the quick pace he administered. "I have a meeting to attend, but I may need your services later on when I return. Check in with my secretary to see what time I'll be getting back into the office!" ordered Ellis, dismissing Davis as he pulled up his pants and underwear and straightened his tie.
Pt-2
Life for David Rodriguez was never easy. As a kid he always felt he had to prove himself to his father and his brothers, since he was gay. His dad (Romero Rodriguez) treated his sons like men, not boys. He made them work for their allowances (usually as lookout for the cops on street corners), gave them permission to curse out adults that countered them on the streets, and made them fight their own battles. Romero always knew his youngest son was a "fairy", he could tell when David was a boy..., the way he walked, the way he talked and whined like a little girl, and the way he used to play with his sisters dolls. Romero didn't like having a fag for a son, so he worked hard to change David into what he considered an acceptable man in his neighborhood by beating him twice as much as he did his other two sons.
David spent a lot of his childhood in fights. He fought in school, he fought in playgrounds, he fought on the streets, he fought in the house. Romero thought you could get rid of a boy's sissiness by making him meaner and tougher to love. Instead, it just made David work harder to hide his attraction to men from his father.
David's very first sexual experience (unknown to his family) happened when he was 15. One of his dad's friends (Rico) had seen something in David's demeanor. He'd watch the boy closely whenever he was over their house, sizing him up while he hung with the boy's parents playing spades, smoking weed, or having cook-outs. He noticed that David seemed slightly different from his older brothers (Raul & Carlos). He seemed to be a bit more timid, a tad more sensitive, and trifle more delicate. He gained David's trust by giving him money when no one was around, telling David that this was their secret. David thought Rico liked him as a person. He trusted Rico as an older man, a friend of their father's. He didn't think it odd when Rico came over while the family was out. In fact, he liked the extra attention Rico always gave him. When Rico asked for something cool to drink, David hopped up and ran off to the kitchen to get the older man a brew. Rico watched David's tight little ass sashay into the other room, and adjusted his growing hardon before he returned.
"Thanks for the beer" said Rico, rubbing his rough hands over David's and slapping him playfully on the rump. David felt an electricity between them. David knew he liked boys, he knew he had..., feelings, for some of the more handsome boys in his class. He even noticed Rico, but brushed him off as an `untouchable' due to his age and his association with his folks. But David noticed Rico's strong male physique, his hairy chest when he wore wife-beaters and tight jeans, his strong jaw, and manly demeanor. David was surprised when Rico asked him to sit by him on the family's sofa. David sat beside him, feeling like small and insignificant next to the grown muscular man. Then Rico started to squeeze David's thighs, telling him how "puny" he was. He made a huge muscle with his arm, telling the boy to "feel it". "That's what a man's arm is supposed to feel like" bragged Rico, ordering the boy to feel his chest, and then his thick thighs. That's when David noticed the throbbing bulge in the man's crotch. "Go on..., touch it!" encouraged Rico. David did, loving the feel of the man's hardon. "Take it out..." said Rico, breathing hard with eager anticipation. David was a gorgeous boy, the type Rico loved to break in. No one knew of Rico's love for young boys, especially David's father Romero.
Rico and Romero were friends for over 10 years, meeting in prison and eventually growing a respect for one another and forming a friendship and a bond that would last a decade. Romero knew nothing of Rico's real reason for his incarceration. Rico told inmates that he was arrested for drug activity, when in truth, he was convicted for child molestation.
Rico molested several young teenaged neighborhood girls and boys from his original home town, conning and talking most all of them into doing some sort of sexual act on his person. He was a strikingly handsome rugged man, so it was usually easy for him to con them into doing something they knew was wrong or perverted. David was no exception, as he had the boy pulling his bare penis from his trousers, stroking it eagerly with his curious hands. "Why don't you kiss it?" asked Rico, knowing what was in David's heart. The boy was scared and reluctant, until Rico promised never to tell his father. Throwing caution to the wind, David bent forward and clumsily sucked his first fully grown adult dick. From that moment on, he was hooked, sucking Rico off whenever they found the opportunity in Rico's car, in his tiny 2 bedroom apartment, in the basement of his parent's house, etc.
David spent the rest of his life trying to hide his sexuality from his family. He found friends to suck and fuck in the neighborhood and high school, but could never achieve that level of true intimacy he really desired. Not until he met Alex.
Alex Sanchez was the first man David felt true feelings for. And he could tell by the way Alex made love to him, that he cared for him as well. David could kick himself for fucking up their relationship by messing around on Alex behind his back. He knew he had no one but himself to blame, but he wanted his boyfriend back. And no Hell or high water was going to stop him from achieving that goal as far as he was concerned.
Pt-3
Alex Sanchez walked back to his cell after breakfast. He saw David Rodriguez (his former boyfriend) staring at him from across the table. Alex tried ignoring him, as ordered by David's brother Raul (Alex's new boyfriend). He knew David felt remorse about what happened between them, and knew David really wanted them to reconcile. But Alex belonged to Raul now. Raul was a lot stronger and tougher than David. Raul wasn't the kind of guy who you fucked with. Alex didn't want to be on his bad side. He'd seen what Raul and his Rootboiz did to guys who opposed him. And it wasn't pretty.
Alex was standing there, contemplating his lack of options when Raul walked in.
"What's up, baby?" he asked, strolling into the cell as if he owned it. "What you thinkin bout?"
"Nothing. Just chillen." responded Alex, watching Ra' pull the covers off his bed to place them over the cell bars. Alex knew what that meant. Since becoming Raul's man, he had to suck him off at least one a day. Luckily Raul wasn't very well endowed, allowing Alex to give him a good work out without over taxing himself orally.
Alex stood still as Raul walked over to him. Raul stood in front of his man, then pulled the taller Alex forward to plant a kiss on his lips. Alex was somewhat surprised, as Raul had never done the affectionate thing before. But Alex relaxed and allowed Raul's tongue to slip into his mouth. He accepted it as it slithered and searched his oral cavity curiously. When Raul broke back, Alex saw a smoldering lust in his cold cruel eyes.
"We're gonna try something a lil' different today, baby..." suggested Raul, unbuckling his belt as he motioned for Alex to do the same. Fear flushed through Alex's mind, but knew what was about to happen was inevitable. "I bought something with me to make it a lil' easier." he added, pulling a small tube of lubricant from his pocket. "I got it from my brother..., he uses it when he's about to get fucked. But you know that already, right?" smirked Raul.
Alex felt his asshole pucker in protest. He knew exactly what Raul had in mind. He'd fucked Raul's baby brother David often enough to know what lube was used for. He worried that someone might come by (perhaps his cellmate) and find him getting fucked, but then realized that Ra' probably had some of his "boiz" standing guard outside his cell to insure their privacy.
"Get me hard, baby." ordered Raul.
Alex got down on his knees and took Raul's hard 6 inch uncut cock into his mouth and began to suck. He'd come to terms with giving Raul blow jobs since becoming his boy-toy, but getting fucked would definitely take some getting used to.
Alex sucked Raul's dick vigorously, hoping against hope that he could make the gang banger cum quickly so he'd forget about fucking his tight ass. "Damn boy...!" surprised Raul, shocked by the fervor in which Alex administered his suction. "...you really hungry for that nutt, ain'tcha?" Alex moaned `yes' as he did his best to make Raul cum. Ra' decided to give the boy what he wanted. He stood there and watched as Alex whored himself on his dick, sucking as deeply as he could as his tongue slithered along the underbelly to massage and tickle the cum-tube underneath, his lips sucking firmly at the ridges. Alex was thrilled to find Raul's dick pulsating like crazy, passing the point of no return. "Yeaaaa boy..., eat that dick baby. Get that nutt!"
Alex felt Raul's dick jump in his mouth before it started to pump fresh spurts of thick semen onto his teeth and gums. Alex smiled to himself, knowing he'd just saved his ass another day as he swallowed down Raul's creamy load. Raul watched Alex clean off his dick, smacking his lips every time he came up off the sensitive head. Alex stood up, thinking Raul was done for the day, when Ra' suddenly reached for his ass and started to grope the firm tan cheeks.
"Turn around." ordered Raul. Alex did so, nervously. Raul pushed him forward until he was bending over the bed. Alex looked back over his shoulder, watching Raul molest his ass cheeks, his dick still rock hard, having lost none of its stiffness after cumming.
"Ready to get fucked, baby?" asked Raul, rubbing his lubed fingers across Alex's tight hole. "I'm horny enough for TWO fucks!"
"Raul..., please man..., I'm not comfortable doing this. Can't I just keep sucking it?" begged Alex, wanting to save his asshole.
"Head is fine, baby..., but every now and then, a man has to feel his dick plunged into something hot, tight, and wet. You know how it is! You've fucked David often enough!"
"Please, Ra..., David liked it..."
"Look Alex, you're gonna get fucked one way or the other! We can do this nice..., or like we did last time (back in chap-2, Pt-4 when Ra' and his middle brother Carlos raped Alex)!"
Alex said nothing, knowing what the alternative meant. Raul greased his hardon, then pressed his dick head up to Alex's hole, and pushed in.
"AARRRRHHHH!!!" grit Alex, trying to endure the pain as his anus was wedged open by Raul's searing crown.
"Oh shit, yeah!!" sighed Raul, loving the tight feeling. No wonder so many inmates were cornholing around here!
Alex pleaded for Raul to be gentle. Raul did his best not to damage Alex's asshole, but lust quickly took him over after only a few seconds inside. He grabbed hold of Alex's hips, and started fucking him harder and harder. Alex bit his lip, trying not to scream out and cause attention. He didn't want the other inmates to know he was being fucked anally. Something like that was hard to live down, and Alex didn't want word getting back to his neighborhood friends and family that he was in prison serving pussy!
Fortunately for Alex, Raul wasn't really able to last very long (though to Alex 5 minutes might have felt like an eternity). He hammered Alex until he was lying face down on his mattress, then pumped another hot load deep into Alex's fresh fucked newly formed anal-pussy.
Alex felt a strange form of relief when the deed was over. His asshole breathed a sigh of relief when Raul finally pulled all the way out of him. Raul went over to the sink and washed his cock clean while Alex lay in bed recovering. His anus was sore and throbbing, but in tact. When he got up off the bed to re-dress, he could feel a warm liquidly wetness surrounding his swollen hole. Raul walked over and kissed him "thanks" on the lips, then pat his ass like a chick as he headed for the cell door. He ripped down the sheet curtain, then left Alex to clean up.
Pt-4
32 yr old Muslim Amahd sat in his prison cell, his mind consumed by something that didn't involve his religious beliefs or his Quran teachings. His thoughts (and dreams of late) were consumed by the woman he had come to fall in love with. Oddly enough, he didn't meet this so-called woman until he was locked away in Piedmont Penitentiary; Nakia Davis.
Nakia was a straight 28 yr old male inmate who was falsely accused and incarcerated for a crime he didn't commit (as told in chap-2, pt-3). Adding insult to injury, he was targeted by one of the prison's most notorious inmates; Duke Daniels, and forced to become a female impersonating prostitute for hire for the 6 foot 3, 190 lbs, muscle bound Mandingo.
Amahd came across Nakia like most of the inmates did, by viewing him for the first time in the prison's cafeteria (chap-9, pt-1). Duke introduced Nakia as his new "prison pussy", making him dress up in female clothes before parading him in front of a room full of horny, hungry men.
Amahd was sitting with his fellow Muslims (as told in chap-13, pt-3) when he caught a glimpse of her. Ever since, she's been a constant thorn in his dreams. Amahd would awaken with Nakia on his mind. He'd search the prison over just to watch her enact with other men. When he could manage to save up enough money (from outside sources, ie mom, girlfriend, & gifts etc), he would spend it all on one date with her, fucking her as if he was fucking one of his girlfriends back in the real world.
Amahd got up from his bed in his prison shorts. His cellmate (Jamal) watched him walk across the room to the toilet. Amahd whipped his soft fat dick from his shorts slit, and began pissing into the toilet.
"You missed morning prayer, and breakfast." said Jamal, sitting at their desk reading over scriptures. Amahd said nothing as he continued peeing. "Muhammad was asking about you. You haven't been coming to the meetings either. Are you okay, brutha?"
"I'm not interested in what that hypocrite Muhammad has to say!" mumbled Amahd, shaking the last drops of piss from his dick tip before tucking it back into his shorts.
"I'm worried about you, brutha. You're not acting the way the scriptures mandate..."
"Spear me your concerns, Jamal! I'm a grown man! If I want to pass on a few prayer meetings, I can do that!" shouted Amahd, frustrated.
"But it's not good to deviate from scriptural teachings, man! Not with all the adversities we have going on around us in here!" pleaded Jamal. "It's too easy to slip back into our former ways of life without that spiritual connection we all need to bond us!"
"Look Jamal..." said Amahd, turning towards the younger inmate. "...there's a lot of things going on that you don't know about..."
"You mean about you and that male prostitute Nakia Dawson? I know about that." surprised Jamal. "You know word gets around! I just didn't say anything cause I hoped you'd get it out of your system before it got too out of hand! But apparently you're sinking deeper into it!"
"I wasn't talking about me and Nakia!" said Amahd, grabbing his prison pants from the foot of his bed. "There's a whole lot of OTHER shit going on around here that you know nothing about!"
"Like what?" asked Jamal, curiously.
"Forget it!" said Amahd, zipping up his pants.
"Look Amahd..., I think we should find Muhammad! Maybe you could talk to him about this..."
"Fuck Muhammad!" yelled Amahd, belligerently. "That faggot mother fucker can't tell me shit!"
"Amahd..!!" shocked Jamal at his brutha's hatred. "What has Muhammad ever done to you?"
"Besides judging me from his high horse?" asked Amahd, putting on his prison shoes. "He's fucking his cellmate, Abdul!" he added before leaving Jamal to maul over his words.
Pt-5
43 yr old former Philadelphian police officer; Bruce "Terminator" Gardner, started residing over the Aryan cell block after Sarge (the Aryan's previous leader) was thrown into The HOLE for plotting the murder of a fellow inmate (back in chap-17, pt-6). Unknown to the Aryans, Bruce was the one responsible for exposing Sarge's plot to the Warden (unseen/believed to have happened somewhere in the last scene of chap-17, pt-1).
"So..., you say you gotta plan to get us a bigger cut from the drug sells?" asked Snake skeptically, sitting at "the Table" (the place where Sarge and his brethren [Snake, Hammer, and Luke among others] usually sit and plan all their exploits). "Let's hear it, man! Let's see whatcha got!"
Bruce brought his brethren (which now included; Cooper and Blake) in closer.
"Check it out..., in order to get a bigger piece of the pie, I suggest we cut off our connections with the Mandingos and the Rootboiz! Make them see how valuable we are with our contribution to the drug run!" motioned Bruce.
"Are you daft, man?" snorted Snake, thinking the thought preposterous. "The niggers and the spics make up most of our drug sells here! Without their participation, we'll take a substantial beating in cash flow! Your idea is the dumbest thing I ever heard!"
Snake looked around at his fellow Aryans. "THIS is the guy YOU dumbasses chose to be your new leader! I hope you're all happy now!"
"Relax, Snake..., chill out!" suggested Blake, tried of Snake's rants.
"Fuck off, copper!" yelled Snake, angrily. "I'm just one second from turning you into a butt-fag like your friend (referring to Justine in chap-3, pt-3)!" Blake merely smirked at the unlikelihood.
"It WILL work, Snake." assured Bruce, calmly. "Once they realize how scarce a simple hit will be without OUR input, they'll make any deal we want them to to get us back in good graces!"
"Makes sense to me..." said Luke, thinking it over. "We DO provide the biggest shipment of narcotics into the facility!"
"AND we can make sure any guards we have on payroll will bust up whatever hookups the minorities have towards getting supplies inside the prison as well!" added Bruce. "We can dry this prison up in just a few days! They'll be BEGGING us to name our price!"
"Sounds like a good plan!" said one of the neighboring Aryans, followed by several others who nodded their approval. Snake and Hammer looked at each other, watching the power shift before their eyes.
Bruce, Cooper, and Blake knew they were back on the road to riches.
Pt-6
Amahd walked the prison blocks looking for Duke Daniels. He'd heard the man was taking a break up in his cell, relaxing with his "bitches"; Nakia and Chris Gardner (Terminator's son). Amahd came to Duke's extremely decorated cell (perks for being an important member of the Cartel). Duke didn't bother to put curtains up at the bars like most inmates who wanted to hide what they do behind the drape of a veil, Duke did his dirt out in the open, as did his right hand man; Marvin Rollins.
Rollins and Duke had Nakia and Chris Gardner (otherwise known as Chelsea) in compromising positions. Marvin had Chelsea on her back, her milky white legs thrown up over his muscular shoulders as he plunged his huge thick black dick in and out of her swollen pink manhole. Chris was used to being fucked hard by black cock, but the extra added powerful thrust from the muscular inmate put a strain on his talented entails like no other man did before him (except maybe Tempest). Marvin was like a pit-bull, fucking relentlessly as he paved Chelsea a new pathway.
Amahd saw Nakia bent between Duke's thick dark legs, bobbing her head in his lap as he watched Marvin fuck Christopher. Duke's eyes were focused on Marvin's swollen dick as it appeared and disappeared into the white whore's butt, cum from the last fucking she took leaking out around the girth of Marvin's strong prod. Chris grunted loudly with each and every plunge, sounding like someone was murdering him as Marvin picked up the pace. The small bed crunched and creaked under the weight of his mass. Duke's dick throbbed between Nakia's painted lips as she sucked hard on his big 10 and 1/2 inch purple meat, trying to draw out the seed she knew would inevitably soothe her sore throat.
"Yeeeaahh..., suck that big dick, bitch!" moaned Duke, loving the live porno going on in front of him. He couldn't take his eyes off Marvin's tight brown ass and thick dick shaft as it sank into the whore's hole. Duke tried holding off as long as possible, wanting to save his orgasm to match Marvin's. It was difficult, what with the cum-vixen sucking away between his legs like a vampire.
"AHHH!! AHHH!! AWWW!! OOOHHH!! AHHH!! AHHH!! NO! AHHH!! STOP!! AWW FUCK, ME! AWW SHIT! AHHH FUCK ME WITH THAT BIG BLACK COCK, MAN!! AHHH!! AHHH!! AARRHHH!!" screamed Christopher, music to Marvin's ears. The sadistic black man fucked the meek white boy harder and harder, loving the loud mixture of screams and pleas the young whore made as her male pussy was mauled by his monster member.
"That's it, Marv..., FUCK that bitch good, man! Break that pussy in two!"
Marvin did just that, fucking poor Christopher like a bandit. Chris knew from previous fuckings as one of the bitches in Tempest Williams' male prostitute harem (in the series "Precinct-23"), that his ass had been well formed to house the massive manhoods of black men. With each new plunge of a black cock into his official male "pussy", he sank deeper and deeper into belief that THIS was what he was born for. Nothing seemed more natural, or fulfilling than when he had a hard dick plunging into his deep abyss. Chris looked up into the face of his fucker, staring up through blurred vision and tears to see Marvin's lustful snarl. He looked like a handsome bull, snorting through his large nostrils as he heaved heavily, pounding hard into the ass cushion beneath him. In that very instant, Chris felt himself orgasm, though his cock was dead against his groin. Because his orgasm wasn't from his cock, it was from the inside, deep within his pussy.
"AAAAAAOOOOOHHHHH...!!" he moaned, his eyes rolling up into his head.
"FUCK YEAH!" smiled Marvin, having given men this orgasm before (namely Malik). At that moment, Marvin's dick swelled inside Chris's cunt, and came with a huge burst of semen which flooded Chris's anal canal like a raging tsunami. "AAAAAARRHHHH FUCK!!" he yelled, feeling his essence torn from his body through his balls.
Across the room, Duke grabbed the back of Nakia's head, and rammed her face down onto his dick. Nakia was impelled on the full length of Duke's 10 and 1/2 inch meat. A gush of thick creamy liquid rapidly spurted down his throat.
"Ohhh fuck, yeeaahhh..." moaned Duke, throwing back his head in ecstasy. That's when Amahd stepped into the room... "What's up?" asked Duke, opening his eyes to see the dark skin 32 yr old staring back at him.
"I, uh..., I wanted to talk to you about purchasing Nakia..." said Amahd. Duke ground Nakia's head down in his pubes, causing his dick to churn around in his throat as Nakia made loud gurgling sounds.
"Well..., he's kinda busy right now..." laughed Duke, joined by Marvin as he pulled his softening dick from Chris's sore, numb asshole. "Maybe you can rent her later..., after we're finished using her!"
"I'm not here to rent her..." said Amahd, "...I'm here to buy her out-right!"
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