MN Manmacker's mansploitation
Andre is a local man.
Andre Winkle was a short black man, muscular but not large, firm and tight-bodied beneath an ill-fitting suit. It wasn’t colorful enough or nice enough to be a pimp suit — it was faded and frayed, loose threads and old stains abounding.
Free chapters
Pictures
Chapter 1: The Cookie Jar Collector
Chapter 2: The Librarian
Chapter 3: The Scented Candle Enthusiast
Chapter 4: The Florist
“We close in four minutes, suh,” Andre said when Teddy walked in to the florist shop in Martinsburg.
Teddy nodded. “That’s okay. I don’t actually want any flowers right now,” he said. His heart skipped a beat. He had no idea what made him think this would work, but he’d wanted to do it ever since he bought flowers here a few weeks ago.
“Oh, you got the roses for that wedding?” Andre asked. He said it with a twitch in his nose like he wasn’t used to talking politely with men. “How was it?”
“It was wonderful! Thank you!” Teddy squealed. He tried to act as feminine as possible. “You were so helpful, oh my god.”
“Good. Whatcha need?” Andre took a deep breath. He snorted and rubbed his face. He leaned against the counter, then against the wall behind himself, then he stood up straight.
“Can I ask you a question?”
He sucked on his teeth. “Yeah, fine.”
“I’ll give you five hundred dollars to stick your dick in me,” Teddy said. “That’s not technically a question. Will you stick your dick in me for five hundred dollars? There you go.”
“What? You crazy, man, what? What the…? Man…” Andre looked away and covered his face for a minute. “No way, man, not for no amount of money. No way.”
“Oh-“
He furrowed his brow. “Thousand dollars, man. Thousand dollars. I stick ya you so good you can’t eat beef for a week, man, thousand dollars.”
“Oh, well… You said no way… but okay. Yeah. I can do that. Thousand dollars,” Teddy said.
“Wait, uh… Whatchoo want, huh? You can taste my dick. That what you want?”
“Yes, I want to taste your dick, please, sir, Andre. But I also want it in the butt…” Teddy said with a seductive smile.
“Hmm… Lemme think, boy.” Andre’s reaction had gone from no way to hell yeah to maybe. Teddy suspected that the answer was yes but Andre thought he could negotiate more money this way. Teddy didn’t mind too much — he could afford it, and he wanted to see what he could tease out of Andre.
“Why don’t I just start licking? When you’re ready, you can tell me how much you want to get in my ass.”
“Hmm…” He grumbled like he didn’t want to do this, but a smile flickered over his face too. Teddy came around to the other side of the counter.
“What? Right now?” Andre bristled. “I’m still open, man.”
Teddy smiled as he dropped to his knees. He was concealed behind the counter from anyone who might come in. Teddy pulled Andre’s apron over his head, then unzipped Andre’s khakis, which had a musky unwashed smell even over the floral scent that dominated the florist shop.
His cock popped out. It was thick and brown and so long it made Teddy a little scared. That was going to hurt. But he couldn’t wait, he loved a challenge. Teddy giggled underneath the apron.
“Yo, whiteman, you doin’ it or what? Huh?” He shouted, his gravelly deep voice a low throaty rumble that made Teddy’s throat crave his body. Teddy’s fingers explored his warm stone-like chest until Andre swatted his hands away. “Get started, damn…”
At last, Teddy licked Andre’s shaft. It twitched beneath his tongue, and the flavor of his coconut-oil-scented skin overwhelmed Teddy’s senses. He shivered and ran his tongue up and down the shaft.
“Man, I ain’t closed. Someone could walk in here anytime,” he said.
“Then go lock the door.”
He shrugged. “I don’t wanna lose no customers, man. People sometimes come in the last couple minutes- Oh, good evenin’, ma’am,” he said with a forced warble to his voice.
Teddy suppressed a giggle at the realization that a customer had indeed come in. Teddy couldn’t see from this side of the counter, but he heard her fat-footed steps and her heavy breathing. She sounded like a heavy woman, possibly old.
“Oh, hello…”
“How can I help you today, ma’am?” Andre asked. He sounded vaguely flirtatious. Teddy wasn’t sure if that was because he flirted with all his female customers, he flirted with this one in particular or because he was just overwhelmed and found it difficult to modulate his demeanor with Teddy slurping his cock. Andre chuckled. “You gettin’ flowers for the beauty contest you just won?”
“Oh, stop, you’re bad, you’re so bad,” she said. Teddy could tell that she blushed and also that she didn’t want Andre to stop. The customer giggled like a high schooler, though it was clear she was much older than that. “I’m hosting a dinner party for my Purple Hat friends.”
“Sure, sure, of course.” It was clear Andre didn’t know what Purple Hat was. His cock stiffened and throbbed in Teddy’s mouth. A few drops of precum leaked out.
“And I wanted a table decoration,” she said. “Something understated. Something like this, but more colorful. Maybe that — but that’s awfully large. And it can’t have geraniums in it. My friend Suzie is actually allergic to geraniums, can you believe it?”
“Gerania,” Andre said.
“I’m sorry, dear?”
“The plural of geranium. It’s gerania.” Andre pounded on the glass counter. It probably looked like he was in pain, but he was just covering up a moan. His cock leaked precum, its salty flavor coating Teddy’s tongue.
Teddy was pinned between Andre and the counter, which was high enough that the woman couldn’t see anything below Andre’s chest. Teddy probably would have been overwhelmed by giggling if his mouth weren’t full. He reached around and grabbed Andre’s asscheeks, making him yelp and squirm. Andre leaned over the counter and smiled at the woman.
“Oh my, are you alright?” she asked.
“Yes, ma’am.” He pointed to something. “I was just… ugh… I was, uh… That’s a very nice bouquet. No gerania.”
“Oh, that is remarkable!” She scurried away from the counter. “That is remarkable, Andre. Did you put this together?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“You are an artiste, sir,” she said. “I am so happy for you. I think it’s great that your passion for flowers has brought you out of the ghetto.” She smacked her lips. “It just brings a tear to my eyes. Most people think that flower arranging is unimportant. But it matters, it really does. It beautifies our homes, and-“
“Uh-huh.”
“It changes lives. If there were a reality show about florists, Andre, you should apply. You would win. You have such a great life story,” she said.
“Yep. Yes, ma’am. Uh-huh,” he said. His knees buckled, and he licked his lips. He laughed, apropos of nothing, shifting his weight between his feet as he covered up his moans of desire. His cock throbbed in Teddy’s throat. Andre tried to keep his hips still, but his instincts had him grinding his hips beneath the counter. The first credit card she gave him was declined.
“Oh is that card not working? My husband, I swear, it’s like he barely even tries to manage the finances. Try this card,” she said as she handed Andre her backup credit card..
Andre sighed and flared his nostrils. Teddy guzzled down precum, making big moisty sounds that Andre had to cover up with a coughing fit. Andre writhed and ran the second credit card.
“Are you okay tonight, dear? You seem distracted.”
“Uh… Just… Comin’ down wit’ something, I’s afraid, sweetheart,” he said with a sigh. “It’s not serious. Credit card went through, here you go, darling. I hope the hat… I hope the hats, the purple hats… I hope they’re okay. With the flowers. Good flowers. Okay.” He bit his lip and rolled his chest. “Ma’am.”
She clicked her tongue against her teeth. “Oh, you poor dear, you get some sleep tonight. Don’t stay up all night carousing with pretty young girls.”
“Oh, I won’t. I’m… I’m a Christian man, ma’am,” he said. As though to accentuate his point, he grabbed Teddy’s forehead and held it in place. Teddy guzzled anyway, fighting against his hand to swallowed deeper.
“That’s wonderful, it really is!” she leaned against the counter and sighed. “I think this country has really moved away from religion in a big way, and that’s not a good thing. I’m not a believer myself, but I think people need that. People need a sense of mystery, and a sense of social obligation, a reason to be part of the community.”
“Yep. Uh-huh.”
“I did… Andre, I did want to talk to you about something,” she said. “I hope this doesn’t come across as rude. I’ve just been buying flowers from you for a long time.”
He sighed and muttered, ah, god… but he just smiled and nodded at her. Teddy reached his hand into the fly of Andre’s khakis and played with his balls, which were sweaty and heavy, low-hanging, feeling juicy and plump in Teddy’s fingers.
“Are you a Democrat?”
“Ain’t allowed to vote, ma’am. Convicted felon,” he said.
“Oh, right, yes. Of course. But you would vote Democrat, is that right?”
“I, uh… I don’t really follow politics. Since I can’t vote…” he spoke through gritted teeth. Surely it was obvious to the woman that he wanted her to leave, Teddy thought, but she didn’t let on that she was aware. Teddy nuzzled his nose all the way down into Andre’s dense nest of pubic hair.
“Sure, that makes sense. But most… African American people nationwide-” she said it like she expected Andre to burst into applause for using the politically correct term. “-do vote for Democrats.”
“Yeah, okay.”
“Well I’m part of the city Democratic Party, and we’ve been seeing a decline in voting rates, and I think that means we’re not communicating, you know?” Her voice was bright and sunny. “So we’ve been trying to come up with ways to speak to the African American community. No, I’m sorry, that was offensive. We don’t want to speak to them. We want to speak with them. With you. With people like you. We want to have a dialogue.”
“Uh-huh.”
“So we’re having a dinner next Friday!” She cackled, but stopped when Andre didn’t join in. “And we’re inviting some local businesspeople and religious figures. From churches. Black churches. I mean, African American churches. I mean, churches catering to African American people. Not that there’s anything wrong with that.” She smiled at him. “And, uh, anyway, I wanted to invite you. You’re a local business leader.”
“Yeah.”
“Oh, you’ll come?! Thank you so much, Andre! I can’t wait, we’re going to have such a dialogue!”
“Ah…” His mouth twisted into shapes. It was obvious to Teddy that he searched for an excuse to say no but didn’t come up with any. All he could think about was his cock spewing precum down Teddy’s throat. So he just sighed and said, “okay…”
“That’s wonderful! I’ll see you then! Thank you!” she said as she walked out the door. When the door swooshed close, Andre sighed and looked down at Teddy. He opened his mouth to say something angry, but then the door opened. The woman walked back in. “And God bless! Thank you, Andre, and God bless you!”
“Uh… Yeah. Good… night.” He scoffed when the door finally shut with her on the other side. He grabbed Teddy by the neck and slapped him. “That lady was a Democrat. If she saw you, she’d shit a brick. Ladies like that can’t know about this kinda prison shit”
“She might be into it,” Teddy said, gasping for air. “You should communicate better with her-“
“Shut up,” he said. He sniffed. “Now go lock the door.”
“Me-?”
His nostrils flared. He slapped Teddy on the cheek with one hand, his cock pulsating on Teddy’s face. “I ain’t pullin’ my pants up on ‘ccount of I got a big cock, and it hurts to try to tuck it in my pants when it’s hard. And this place got windows, man, I can’t go walkin’ over there!”
Teddy nodded and walked over to the door. “So, Andre, have you fucked that woman?”
“Hell no, gayboy. You don’t understand girls. She was the kinda fat white chick that I don’t fuck. She was that other kind,” he said. He lowered his eyes. “The bad kind.”
Teddy flicked the lock, and turned the sign over from Open to Closed. “Sorry you have to go to that Democratic Party dinner.”
“Yeah, I oughta kick yo’ ass, boy, that was fucked up. I couldn’t think of no reason to say no, man. I got a million reasons now. I should’ve told her I gots a court order to stay away from Reverend Miller. I know he’s who she meant by local religious leaders, he the only minister in any black church ’round here.” When Teddy returned to the counter, Andre scowled and grabbed him by the neck. Andre dragged him into the backroom, where there were no windows that could be seen from the street. “I hate how white people like that say African American.”
“I want to taste your African American cock,” Teddy said as he got back to his knees. “Was that better?”
He wrinkled his nose. “Yeah. You do it fine. I bet you don’t say it often though. Do you?”
“No, I just say black people.”
“See?! I gots this theory,” he said as Teddy resumed licking his cock, which had only lost a trace of its erection as they shifted rooms. Andre cleared his throat. “Outside of the media and shit, the only people who say African American is racist. They’s overcompensatin’. They think black is an insult so they don’t wanna say it. If you ain’t racist, you just say black.”
Teddy’s mouth was full, so all he could do was nod and mumble in an agreeable way. It didn’t seem Andre really cared what he thought anyway. Andre barely paid attention to his own dick. He fumed and humped his shaft down Teddy’s throat. When Teddy gagged, Andre lightly slapped him on the cheek but kept plowing his face.
“Maybe I’ll tell her I got somethin’ black I gotta do that day. What do black people do that she can’t deny? I got… a meeting with the parole officer that day? Nah, that’ll confirm her stereotypin’. I gotta go buy some doo rags?” He chuckled.
Teddy had an idea, but he couldn’t say it with his mouth full. He tried to pat Andre’s plump asscheeks to signal he needed a break, but Andre was completely ignoring Teddy, treating his face like a pocket pussy. His balls slapped against Teddy’s chin.
“Somethin’ ’bout diabetes? Nah, she fat as shit, I bet she got diabetes too,” he said. He lowered his eyes as he finally realized Teddy’s flailing signaled he wanted Andre to stop. Andre glowered at him. “What? You want a break? You payin’ for it’, man, I oughta charge you extra for breaks. I like plowin’ bitch’s throats. You serious you need a break? Show me on a scale of one to ten how bad you need a break, boy. Just stick up fingers.”
Teddy’s face was bright red. He didn’t even really want a break, he just had an idea to tell Andre. So he only held up two fingers.
“Two? You don’t need a break then. You tell me when you really need it, boy,” he said. He shook his head. “Don’t be tellin’ yo’ nigga to stop ‘nless you really need it, that ain’t right. Ain’t respec’ful.” He paused. “We ain’t nevuh finalize no price for that butt nonsense, boy. I’ll stick it in you for two grand.”
Teddy’s throat closed up around Andre’s throat. He clawed at his body as his lungs cried out for air. He knocked a vase off the counter, but Andre caught it with lightning-fast reflexed. Some of the flowers — a bunch of pale irises — landed on the floor. Andre ignored them.
“Hold up yo’ right hand if two grand is alright. That’ll be three grand total,” Andre said. “Hold up yo’ left hand if you sayin’ no.”
Teddy held up his right hand.
“Good.” Andre stood there with his hands on his hips, watching Teddy squirm. He didn’t hump anymore, he just stood still with his cock being rubbed and caressed by Teddy’s sputtering throat. Great gobs of saliva escaped out of Teddy’s choking mouth, soaking into Andre’s khakis.
“Bend over and grab your ankles. Don’t cry about the position, that’s the only way I do it with a man,” Andre said.
He finally pulled away from Teddy’s mouth, allowing Teddy to gasp for air. Teddy staggered away from the wall. He was overwhelmed by dizziness as he gulped down air. Andre roughly dragged him to the center of the room, surrounded by buckets full of potted roses. He snarled at Teddy.
“I say bend over, boy!” He smacked Teddy’s asscheek hard. “You want a nigga to stick you? You gonna get hard, and you gonna get it rough. That ain’t easy. You might not like it. But you ain’t pay me to make you like it.”
Teddy knew he would like it, but he was still apprehensive. Andre’s cock was huge, after all. He bent over and grabbed his ankles. It was an awkward position for him, but Teddy didn’t mind it — part of the joy was getting it from unusual angles, from unusual people, in unusual situations. That was what Teddy loved about it.
“I had an idea,” Teddy said. He was still gasping for air, tendrils of spit and precum clinging to his lips. “That was what I wanted to say. She’d love it if you were doing something Democrats like. So tell her you had to drive to some other city because you bought a black barbershop, and there was some problem you had to fix. Tell her some employee was selling drugs out of it, so you went over there to beat him up and tell the police. She’ll think you’re the greatest African American ever.”
He stopped with his cock right at the tip to Teddy’s asshole. He grunted. “Yeah. That’s good. Okay.” He chuckled and slipped a few more inches in. “Good idea, whiteboy. When I call her, I’ll be on the road, man, I’ll call her last minute.” He groaned with his dick almost all the way in Teddy, then mockingly imitated his own voice on the phone with her. ‘Yo, girl, I can’t come to yo’ dinner tonight on ‘ccount of I gotta go rip this nigga’s head off fo’ sellin’ crack outta my store. I don’t even care ’bout getting locked up again, I ain’t got my religion no mo’, I just wanna make this nigga dead for disrespectin’ me!’ She gonna freak the fuck out and talk me outta killin’ that nigga. I tell her I go sleep in a church somewhere to recover my faith. I thank her for savin’ my soul. Then I ain’t gotta go talk to a bunch of Democrats and Rev’rnd Miller. Fuck him, he do anything for a pancake dinner, man, I swear to God. Devil can tempt him easy: high yellow girl wit’ pancakes. He sin every which way for a high yellow girl with a plate of pancakes.”
Just like before, Andre seemed distracted. He complained about Reverend Miller as he slammed his dick Teddy hard. His cock slammed all the way in, tickling Teddy’s innards and sending shards of pleasure through his body.
“I bet that’s the only reason he comin’. There gonna be at least one high yellow girl there. Pancakes prolly not, but somethin’ carby, that’s for sure. Whatever it is, you could squish it down on ya plate till it’s flat.”
“Uh-huh.” Tears welled up in Teddy’s eyes, the pressure in his ass was so intense he thought he was falling apart. It was too difficult to jack off with his hands around his ankles and his ass in the air, so his own cock just throbbed between his legs. When he let go of his ankles once to touch himself, Andre just smacked him in the back of the head.
“Nah, boy. You pay extra if you wanna jack off while I stick ya,” he said. “I like it like this.” He paused. “You wanna pay extra? For five hundred dollars, you can jack off. For another five hundred dollars, I kiss ya while we both cum. You want that?”
“Hell yeah! I’ll do it! Please! Do it, Andre!”
“I like hearin’ you beg, boy,” he said. He grabbed Teddy’s head by his hair, and he took them both down to the ground. Andre dropped, but it was a controlled fall like he had done this many times before. Teddy’s heart leapt into his chest because it felt like he was falling, but he ended up landing on his stomach.
Andre was atop his back, pressing down with all his weight. He slammed Teddy’s face into the floor — not a painful attack, just a grinding push onto the tiled floor. He swayed his hips from side to side as his balls crawled up in his sac.
“Look at me, boy,” he said with a growl. Teddy turned his head to the side. Andre kissed him on the lips. It was a very awkward, sideways kiss because Teddy’s head was shoved into the floor. Moments later, however, Andre rolled over.
Teddy screamed in pain and pleasure. He sat on Andre’s cock, all twelve inches of which pulsated in his ass. He could feel Andre’s orgasm growing. Teddy laid back onto Andre’s chest, exulting in the feel of his prison-starved muscles flexing against Teddy’s smooth skin.
From this angle, Teddy could kiss Andre more effectively. He sucked on his lip and stuck his tongue in Andre’s mouth. Andre kissed him back passionately, slathering spit over Teddy’s tongue as he ground his cock in Teddy’s ass.
They both came at the same time. Almost as soon as Teddy felt the first burst of cum in his ass, his own cock throbbed in his fingers and his wad spurted out. It sprayed over Teddy’s chest and shoulders.
Pure liquid bliss flowed through Teddy’s veins. He gasped and gulped down air, savoring the taste of Andre’s sweaty body and hot breath. He licked Andre’s grizzled chin and neck, prompting a grimace from Andre as he filled up Teddy’s ass.
He shot a huge load. It just kept on flowing, even after Teddy had covered his own body in semen. Andre kept on groaning into his ear, licking his cheek and spurting jet after jet of creamy hot cum into him.
Finally he was done, but Andre didn’t stop. He wrapped both arms and legs around Teddy’s body to hold him in position. He pistoned his hips upwards to keep his limpening dick inside, until his massive wad turned into a big frothy mess that leaked down his shaft into Andre’s bushy crotch.
Andre groaned and fell limp. His cock was still hard, but the rest of his body was soft like half-melted chocolate. Teddy loved that feeling. He rolled his head over to lick Andre’s neck, then down to his sweaty chest. Teddy licked every drop of salty sweat off, while he watched cum drip out of his ass.
“Alright, you got yo’ money’s worth,” he said. He didn’t physically force Teddy off him though. He just held his hands above Teddy’s head and watched him lick.
Teddy pulled away. He stood and stretched his sore legs. Andre remained there on the floor, khakis around his ankles, apron and shirt pulled up and over his chest. His clothes were very nice, but it looked like he had worn them so much so frequently they had become tattered and aged.
“Thanks,” Teddy said as he wrote out a check. He laid it on the table surrounded by gerania.
“Lemme see that,” Andre said with a growl. Teddy handed him the check and he hobbled to his feet. Pants still around his ankles, he went to a little check-reading machine. “Don’t go nowhere. I wanna make sure this is a valid check.”
“Sure. I’m just gonna lick your ass a bit,” Teddy said. He dropped to his knees and licked Andre’s smooth plump asscheek.
Andre growled. He shifted his weight between his feet as though he expected a show of hostility to scare Teddy off. That was probably a good bet most of the time — Andre was large, muscular and scary, while Teddy was thin, delicate and weak. But Teddy knew how to handle men like him. So he just licked all of his ass-sweat off. From the way his back shuddered, it was clear Andre liked the attention.
He grumbled as he cursed the check-reading machine for taking so long. He sighed and clicked his tongue against his teeth. Finally he clapped. “Alright, it’s done. You fine. Get outta here, gayboy.”
Teddy nodded and stood up. He put his clothes back on, using Andre’s body for support as he got his pants on. Andre snorted and rolled his eyes, but he allowed it.
Then Teddy kissed Andre once more on the lips. Again, Andre bristled and grumbled, but he didn’t make Teddy stop. He narrowed his eyes to slits.
“Thanks, Andre. You’re a great florist, a real artiste, a rose sprouting from concrete. Do you wanna be a Democrat?” Teddy said, giggling.
“Just get out.”
Chapter 1: The Cookie Jar Collector
Chapter 2: The Librarian
Chapter 3: The Scented Candle Enthusiast
Chapter 4: The Florist
Read it now for free as an ebook!
Chapter One: Court Fees Got Me Down
Chapter Three: Fraternity Hazing
Chapter Six: The Bouncer’s Bottom
Chapter Seven: The Hunky Pool Boy
Rob had intended to go to a sit-down restaurant to eat alone. He needed a break from his father-assigned work and a meal, and that was the best way to achieve both things. But the Thai restaurant near his hotel — “Fit to Be Thaied” — was unexpectedly busy, with a line out the door. Rob didn’t mind eating alone, he wasn’t embarrassed like so many others were, but he wouldn’t want to do so in a very crowded restaurant. He didn’t like eating alone in a very empty restaurant either; it was tough to find a happy medium.
So he was just driving around. There was one place that looked reasonable enough, but it was called “Gus’s Gutburgers”. Rob was trying to watch his diet these days and that did not sound like a restaurant that would be conducive to it. Then there was a “Lady Mao’s Community Chinese”, which, aside from the oddly Communist implication, looked like another generic shitty takeout place that would probably be terrible.
He wasn’t even hungry. He considered not eating, but it was getting late. He knew skipping meals was not an effective way to lose weight because of its effect on his metabolism. If he didn’t eat now, he’d probably be ravenous in a few hours when nothing was open except the hotel bar and the McDonald’s.
He could just get a microwavable meal at a grocery store, he thought. That was a good idea, it was cheap, there were some really good ones that weren’t too many calories and the hotel probably had a microwave he could use.
A handsome man.
Rob’s eyes zeroed in on him instinctively because he was ungodly handsome and because he was conspicuously leaning against a street sign on a corner. He was tall, leanly muscular and heavily tattooed, wearing a sleeveless tee shirt that showed off his body. He was black, and given the neighborhood and his posture, Rob was fairly certain he was a drug dealer, a pimp, a hustler or at least attempting to look like a thug.
He looks like a good bit of rough…
Rob pulled over. He could see a tantalizing bulge in the man’s jeans; it probably wasn’t his cock, but Rob liked to imagine that it was.
“Hey, man-” Rob was about to ask for directions, but the black man approached the car and interrupted him as soon as the window was down.
“Crack-?” He cut himself off as he took in Rob’s nice car (a rental, not that he knew that) and clothes. “Powder?”
“No, I’m looking for something else. Something very specific,” Rob said with a salacious giggle. He intended for it to sound feminine, but it didn’t quite come across that way.
“I give you an 8-ball for hundred-twenty dollahs, man.”
“Hmmm…”
“PCP? You want angel dust? I can get you angel dust,” he said.
Rob shook his head. The guy’s deep throaty voice was alluring and disconcerting, and his hot breath filled the car because he had poked his head in through the driver’s side window.
“You wanna get laid, my brothah? I help you out. You can have a good time, man, I know all kinda ladies. You like ’em skinny? You like big tits? I know one slut who love gettin’ titty-fucked by white men.”
“Hmmm… Get in,” Rob said. He leaned over to open the door. “I have a specialized request.”
“Man, I don’t get in cars, nigga, I’s out here hustlin’. I gotta be here to make dollah bills, yo! What’choo want? I got a black girl gonna suck ya dick for fifty dollars-“
“Nope. How about I pay fifty dollars and swallow your dick?”
“Ah-” The black man cut himself off and looked around behind and in front of the car. He chuckled, and for the first time his hustler-patter seemed off. “Oh. Uh… Ah. Yeah, uh…”
“Does your dick work or what?” Rob asked. “C’mon, there’s a whiteboy down the street with dick for days-“
“Nigga, please!” He hesitated again, then got in the car. He sighed like a cocky bastard. “I was always gonna say yes.” He paused. “What whiteboy you talkin’ ’bout? McMasters? He fucks skanky chicks, you know. Like, not sexy-skanks neither, like diseased bitches wit’ oozy pussies and shit-“
“I don’t care, no, not McMasters. There’s no whiteboy,” Rob said as he drove away. “I made that up to get you in the car.”
The dealer sniffled and scoffed like he was upset and considered leaving. But the car was already moving, so he just shrugged. “I ain’t get in cuz of that. Fuck McMasters, he’s a total pussy. I kicked his ass last year and he been tellin’ folks-“
“Oh my god, I don’t give a shit about your drama, just take your dick out,” Rob said. Then he paused. “What’s your name?”
He hesitated again before answering. “Andre.” It was not a convincing lie, but Rob just shrugged.
“Fine, you don’t have to give me your real name, Andre.”
He took his dick out. “You gotta pay a hundred, man, not fifty.”
“No. We agreed on fifty.”
“There wasn’t no agreement, man!”
“You got in the car for fifty. I know perfectly well you’ll do it for that,” Rob said. “I bet you always tell your hos to start high and negotiate lower too, right? But you started low and now you’re trying to negotiate higher. That doesn’t work-“
“Man, I ain’t a pimp.”
“Then why’d you offer me girls?”
“I know a pimp. He gives me a cut.”
“That’s a fine distinction,” Rob said. “Well, anyway, my price is fifty dollars. You wanna get out of the car?”
He was quiet for a long time. “No. Fine. Don’t tell no one about this.” He chuckled like he had never been serious. “Whatever, I just wanna get my dick wet.”
“It’ll be our little secret,” Rob said. He pulled into a Wal-Mart that was open twenty-four hours and parked at the end of the row of cars. These were probably mostly employees’ cars, he figured, and he parked so he could easily see anyone coming from the store or driving in from the road.
Andre already had his dick out, whacking it against his palm. He grunted. “Alrightie then, get to it.”
Rob dove right in. “Is this your first time?” He swallowed Andre’s cocktip and teased the piss-slit with his tongue.
“Nah, man, I let niggas get me off if they want,” he said. “Whitebois gotta pay.” He chuckled.
Rob didn’t answer, he was too engrossed in savoring dickmeat. His nose nuzzled Andre’s crotch, and he grunted again. He lifted his ass up a little like he was surprised at how good this felt. He pistoned his dick deeper down Rob’s throat.
“Yeah, boi, swallow that shit deep, damn…” He leaned back and sighed, using both hands and his hips to slam into Rob’s face. “Damn, you got one of them nice whiteboy throats, I like that. You smooth as silk, boi.”
As he orgasmed into Rob’s throat, Rob stroked his balls with one hand, while his other reached up to caress his muscular chest beneath that tight wifebeater he wore. Cum flowed and his tattooed muscles rippled.
His load was salty and sweet, thick, cloyingly creamy. It coated Rob’s throat and settled into his stomach. Rob moaned as he guzzled it down.
“Shit, boi, goddamn, don’t let up, don’t let up, bitch…”
Finally he let go, and Rob pulled off. He smacked his lip, then went back down for another taste. It was now exquisitely over-sensitive, and Andre writhed. “Hmmm… you taste good,” Rob said with a giggle.
“Shit, man, shit…”
“You want my phone number?” Rob had a special phone number he used just for dalliances like this. He wrote it down and handed it to Andre, along with the fifty dollars. Andre still lay there in the passenger seat with his dick out.
His voice was lazy and tired now. “Shit… Lemme give you my number, man, you call me when you want it-“
“No. You text me,” Rob said. He had done this before — a man like Andre wouldn’t call until he was horny, and then Rob would know it was the perfect moment to get a little anal and who knew what else from him. Rob smiled. “I like that better.” He opened the door to signify that Andre could get out now.
“Shit. Okay.” He chuckled. “I be textin’ you all the time, man. You handle my dick good.” He paused. “You still gotta pay.” He was about to get out, then he hesitated. “Can you take me back to where we was?”
“Do you always take your bitches home?” Rob said. Andre got out as though he expected Rob to tell him to just come right back in. But he looked at Rob with his brow furrowed.
It was obvious he couldn’t truthfully say yes, so he hesitated. “Uh… I mean, it ain’t like that-“
“Later,” Rob said. “Call me when you’re desperate.” He drove off with the passenger-side door open, leaving Andre there, his cinching his belt once more. Andre was still a bit bleary-eyed from his orgasm, so he threw his hands in the air.
“Whatever, man! I won’t get desperate, I got females!” Andre called out into the night. But he was already brainstorming the excuses he’d use when he finally called Rob. He knew he’d be doing that any day now.
He just wanted to make some money and get his dick wet.
Read it now for free as an ebook!
Chapter One: Court Fees Got Me Down
Chapter Three: Fraternity Hazing
Interracial Dubcon in Baltimore
Chapter One: The Ex-Con and the Robber
Chapter Four: The Parole Officer
“There you are, Wink, I see you comin’ my way! Why don’t you break me off a piece of that sugar?”
That was it, that was him. Avery stepped out from behind the dumpster and stopped in front of Wink. He was a short black man, muscular but not large, firm and tight-bodied beneath an ill-fitting suit. It wasn’t colorful enough or nice enough to be a pimp suit — it was faded and frayed, loose threads and old stains abounding.
Andre “Wink” Winkle came down here to Canal Street every weekend. He always paid for a blowjob from one of the hookers. He always asked for anal, but he never had the money for it. He begged them to let him in the back-door for free, promising that he’d lick their pussy when he was done — Avery suspected he would have an excuse to leave if that ever happened: no straight man ate prostitutes’ pussies, he thought.
Avery thought Wink was willing to try a different route to that backdoor.
“I’m comin’ fo’ you, girl!” Wink said to the prostitutes. He walked slowly, with a barely perceptible limp.
“Hey,” Avery said. He startled Wink, who glared at him. “You wanna make some money? I’ll pay you a hundred bucks to do to me whatever you were gonna do to her, and more. You can ram me six ways to Sunday.”
Wink had been bopping his head to an unheard beat as he came down the alley. He kept bouncing on his feet, even as his eyes bugged out. Then finally he stopped and chuckled.
“Yo,” he said, flat and simple. “What?”
Avery repeated himself. He blushed a little. This was always the awkward part, and he was suddenly a lot less confident that Wink would say yes. “I’ll give you a hundred dollars. All you gotta do is ram me.”
“Yo, I, uh, I don’t mess ’round on the downlow, sho’ don’t, sho’ don’t.”
“This wouldn’t be on the downlow, this would be here in public.”
“That ain’t a sellin’ point, man,” he said with a snarl. He pushed Avery out of the way. “Go’n, boi, get outta here b’fore I swipe ya head off. I ain’t no boytoy, no way, no way.” He had barely even stopped walking for a moment before continuing on, doing his little rap to that same beat he had been tapping as he came in. He shook his head and headed towards the girls.
“C’mon, baby, you look tasty tonight! You wear that suit like a stud!”
“You get all dressed up like that for me, sweetie? Ain’t you the handomest?!”
Avery was disappointed. He was usually a good read on men. Wink had seemed like he’d do it for some money, but the way he phrased that and the way he moved on right away made it seem like he would not do it for any amount of money.
“Yo, sweetheart, you lookin’ fine in that purple. Whatcha think ’bout-” Wink stopped talking and turned around. He jogged back to Avery and smiled, showing off deep dimples. “Yo, I forgot, I do it. Two hundred and some pee.” Then, he gasped, “I mean, in a cup, man. Pee in a cup. Not, you know… Pee in a cup. I need it tomorruh for a pee test. Need it bad, fo’ real, this nigga need it bad.”
Avery was taken aback. “Oh. You forgot? You forgot you do swing downlow?”
“I just… I remembered this little chore I got, yo, it’s real impo’tant and it ain’t not a bit of yo’ business ‘t all,” he said. He snorted. “But yeah, I gots a plan fo’ that money, hell yeah, hell yeah. And that’ll be the first time I evuh got clean pee for my PO.” He peered at Avery. “You smoke weed?” He screwed up his eyebrows,
“No. Well, yes, but I haven’t smoked in months,” Avery said.
He nodded. “Okay, good.” He produced a specimen cup — an actual one, from a lab — and handed it over.
Avery went behind the dumpster to pee. “You carry this around with you?”
“I was goin’ somewhere wit’ it, yo,” he said, snarling like he didn’t like Avery inquiring about it. He came up behind Avery by the dumpster. He swiped the cup from him as soon as Avery had replaced the lid. He didn’t seem to care that a few drops of pee got on the sleeve of his ratty old suit. “Get on yo’ knees. You ain’t a girl, so don’t even think I’mma seduce you or call you ‘sweetheart’ or kiss you. I don’t nevuh did stick no male man, no way. Nope, nope.”
“No problem,” Avery said as he dropped to his knees.
The nearby hos could still be heard. “Where’d Wink go? He was just here.”
Wink chuckled dryly. He had a nice, raspy throat that made Avery hard. Avery undid the fly of his nattered suitpants. He pulled out a juicy, fat cock. Since Wink was short and not especially large, his cock looked even bigger, extending almost all the way to his knees and as plump in diameter as his forearm.
“Just put the tip in yo’ mouth, boy,” Wink said. Then he clucked his tongue against his teeth. “Yo, I don’t like sayin’ that. I’mma call you girl. Okay, girl? Huh? Huh?”
“Uh-huh,” Avery spoke around the cock throbbing in his throat. It was limp still, but it was gathering steam. He could feel it twitching and twinkling as Wink got used to the situation.
“Alright, yo, girl, alright, put the tip in yo’ mouth.” He paused and pulled out a cigarette. He patted his pants pockets. “Damn, girl, you got a lighter?”
Avery shook his head. He put the tip of Wink’s dick in his mouth and suckled loudly, moistly. He got a taste of clean cock — it was clear Wink had showered right beforehand. He must have wanted to be at his cleanest for the prostitute he planned on hiring.
Wink snorted. A trashy-looking white redneck walked past the dumpster, heading towards the girls. He didn’t notice Wink throating down in the shadows. “Yo, hey, man,” Wink called out to him. “You got a light, man?”
The redneck nodded. He fished a lighter out and gave it to Wink, who lit his cigarette and took a deep drag. The redneck realized then that Wink was getting dome from a man, and he backed away. “Uh, keep the lighter,” he said. He turned around and darted towards the prostitutes.
Wink cackled. “Whiteboys don’t know nothin’ ’bout this kinda shit. They squeamish as all hell, yo.” He took another drag. “Free lighter, alright, alright, alright.” He sighed. “Alright, now get ya tongue out a bit, girl. Move it around some.”
Avery did what he said. He kept sucking on the tip and licking the shaft at the same time, his tongue flickering out to tease every inch of his manhood. Wink leaned against the brick wall facing the dumpster. He closed his eyes and groaned.
“Yo, lick right here, baby,” he said. He pointed to a spot, and when Avery licked that enthusiastically, Wink groaned again. He smiled. “Yeah, you pretty good. I’m gonna keep tellin’ you how to do it, girl. Hope that’s okay. I’m sure you got ‘xperience, but I like it done in just the right way. Lick here now, girl, get that tongue out… Yeah… Yeah…” He spoke in a low, slow-melting voice.
“Hmmm, c’m’ere big boy…!”
“Want a date, sugah?”
“Is that you, Wink? I see you there. Whatchoo doin’ behind the dumpsters? Ain’t you gonna come see me?”
Wink laughed and covered his face. He poked his head out from behind the dumpster. “Hey, sweetheart! I might take a break this week.” He snorted and smiled. “Wait! Nah! You come on ovuh here, Sharlene! I got somethin’ for ya! It’s gonna be real special!” His voice was smooth and kind, but then he glared down at Avery and spoke more brusquely. “Alright, you can deep-throat me now, girl.”
Avery was excited to show his capabilities. He slammed his face all the way down on Wink’s dick, until his nose mashed into the fabric of his slacks. His wiry pubic hair scratched at Avery’s lips and his balls swayed past his chin.
“Okay, nice, alright then, alright, alright,” Wink said, like he hadn’t expected Avery to make it feel so good. He smiled as Sharlene approached. She was a big black girl with a wide ass. She wore a bright green dress that showed off her assets. She smiled at Wink, then frowned when she saw that he was in a man’s mouth.
“Hello,” she said. She glared at Avery and barked out, “What’s this? You stealin’ my customers? My daddy Slim Jay ain’t gonna be happy ’bout that.”
Avery grinned, but he didn’t pull off Wink’s cock, which throbbed in his throat. Wink gasped like he was shocked that Wink could deep-throat him all the way to the root.
“Don’t be salty, baby,” Wink said. He leaned over and kissed Sharlene on the cheek. “He payin’ me, I’m just savin’ some money. You still my one and only. Maybe I can pay you fo’ some anal action next week, you know.”
“Uh-huh.” She put her hands on her hips. “You leavin’ me high and dry.”
“I don’t want you dry, no way, no way. Lemme give you ten,” he said. He pulled out a ten-dollar bill. “I finger ya real good, baby, baby doll.” He smiled and held up two fingers like he was negotiating. “I put two fingers in ya pussy and one in the ass. You like that? Huh? Or you want two in the ass and one in ya pussy?”
She took the ten-dollar bill. She frowned down at Avery. “You best hurry up, man. If my daddy come by and you still here, he gonna kick at least three asses. Ten dollahs ain’t enough to make him happy.”
Wink kissed her on the lips. His tongue plunged into her mouth. His head was turned to the side to reach her face, while his crotch was forward for perfect access for Avery.
As always, when Avery got into the swing of his latest piece of street trade, he felt a real sense of intimacy with his man. He always thought the best way to get to know a man was to get him off. All of his inner feelings and dreams were palpable when you had him at his most vulnerable, allowing a man to swing on his meat.
And Wink was no exception. Avery swallowed his cock to the root as Wink kissed the prostitute and fingered her pussy and ass. She submited boredly, but Wink acted like she was just as passionate as she was.
Wink wore this suit to impress her. Avery had been going back and forth whether he wore it for her or because he just thought he looked good or maybe he was going to go club-hopping later, maybe he just wanted to get his rocks off before hitting on pretty girls so he wouldn’t be too horny. Or maybe he just always wore a suit, or he was hoping to become a pimp one day. There were a million reasons he might be wearing the cheap, ill-fitting burgundy suit.
But the more he swallowed, the more Avery knew the answer — Wink wanted to look his best for Sharlene, or whichever prostitute looked best to him when he got here. He felt like a trashy loser when he dressed in his ordinary t-shirt and jeans to get a blowjob from a whore, so he wore his only suit instead. He talked like he was seducing her, like she was his girlfriend, like he really loved her, because he wished he was the kind of man who felt that way about a girl.
Now that Wink was knuckle-deep in the plump prostitute, his dick throbbed and jerked around within Avery’s throat. It spewed precum in copious quantities.
“I love you, baby, I love you so much, yo, yo,” Wink murmured to her. He tried to drag Avery’s head off his cock, but Avery resisted. Wink grunted. “Am I the only nigga you want?”
“Baby, you really are,” she said with a canned moan. She kissed him back on the neck.
He chuckled. “Damn, I like this. Only cost me ten bucks, and I’s gettin’ paid by the sissy. I’s makin’ a profit tonight, damn-howdy!”
The prostitute took a step back. She shook her head. “Nah. My daddy gonna be very mad ’bout that, Wink.”
“What?” He had a big smile on his face like a mischievous little boy who had just gotten in trouble.
“Only his girls is allowed to work this alley,” she said. “He go’n cut you. Or just demand all the money the sissy is paying you. Or both.”
Wink chuckled. “Baby, don’t tell him, okay? You still gettin’ paid-“
“He’s my daddy, I gotta tell him! He get salty if I don’t.”
“If you don’t tell him, he won’t know nothin’, baby, baby,” Wink said. He slipped a second finger into her pussy and groaned. She kissed him on the neck. Wink groaned. “Tell him the sissy ain’t pay. Tell him I let him jerk me off as a freebie.”
“He won’t like that much either, nigga,” she said.
Wink sighed. “Then tell him to fuck off, I don’t care. Quit talkin’ ’bout yo’ pimp.” He looked down at Avery, whose head bobbed up and down on his dick. “You can stop, whiteboy. I got a female now.”
Sharlene started rubbing his chest through his shirt and talking about how much she wanted a taste of his cock. Wink just smiled and fingered her pussy. He brought his fingers up to his nose to sniff them. Precum flowed into Avery’s mouth now, as Wink’s cock hit the back of his throat again and again. Avery’s nose was buried in Wink’s pubic hair and the burgundy fabric of his suit. Wink kept half-heartedly trying to get Avery to stop — Wink had money now, so he could buy whatever he wanted from Sharlene. Avery wasn’t about to stop until he got his money’s worth.
“Suck on ’em, baby, lemme see it,” Wink said. He tried to put his fingers in her mouth, but she kept her lips closed.
“Another ten bucks, sweetheart,” she said softly.
“You charge money to suck on my finger? It just got ya pussyjuice on it, baby? I love you-” His dick throbbed in Avery’s mouth.
“I love you too, Wink, but I gotta pay my daddy,” she said. “Ten bucks and I’ll suck on any finger you put in front of my mouth.”
He chuckled and handed over another ten dollar bill. He shook his head and bit his lip. He put his fingers back in her pussy, then removed his other finger, the one that had been in her ass.
“Hmm,” she moaned like she had been waiting for that. She swallowed his callused finger, making him shudder and lean back again.
Avery stopped throating his cock. Wink watched his finger slide in and out of her mouth like he was hypnotized, like he hadn’t even noticed his climax was finished. Avery pulled his pants down and bared his ass.
Without a word from Wink, Avery backed up. He squeezed Wink’s cock into his asshole. Wink just kept sticking his fingers in the prostitute’s holes; he switched his fingers around like it was a game, smilingly sickly as she sucked her pussy and ass juices off his finger.
Finally he looked down to see his cock slide into Avery’s ass. He wrinkled his nose a bit, then went back to kissing the prostitute. His whole body trembled beneath the suit.
“Yo, baby, I love ass,” he said. “Love it!” He said it to her even though the only person whose ass he was in was Avery. His hands roamed over her tits and tweaked her nipples through her green dress. “Can I suck on ya titties, baby, baby doll? I love you so much. I’mma be wit’ you forevuh.”
“Uh-huh,” she crooned. “Twenty bucks.”
“Twenty bucks to suck on ya titties?!”
She smiled. “If you gimme another twenty bucks, I’ll have made fifty bucks off ya. That’s enough I can give my daddy, he ain’t gotta be mad,” she said.
“Alrighty, then, alrighty, but only cuz I love ya and I don’t want him beatin’ on ya, baby. That ain’t a good value, twenty bucks fo’ some titties, nah,” he said with a laugh. But he paid the twenty dollars anyway, and he dove for her chest. He lowered her dress to bare the tits and began licking. He groaned. His cock spasmed in Avery’s ass.
Avery savored the exquisite feeling of Wink’s meat throbbing inside him. He moaned. He had to grip the side of the dumpster for support. It took all of his coordination to keep moving his ass back and forth on Wink’s cock, because Wink didn’t move his hips at all; Avery was responsible for the entirety of the action. Wink ignored Avery completely, kissing and pawing over the prostitute instead.
Wink had never told anyone, but Avery was not the first man he stuck up behind. When Wink was in prison for two years, he had a thin, delicate black man as a cellmate. Initially, Wink had beaten him up and taken his fruit cup in the mess hall. He arrived at prison wanting to show off and make a name for himself, and he was glad to have a small, weak cellmate he could pound on.
But over the next nineteen months, Wink went him hating his lilting cellmate to feeling sorry for him to being grateful for his attention to enjoying his presence to even giving an enthusiastic reacharound after a few gulps of toilet wine (when there was a sheet up over the cell bars so no one knew Wink had touched another man’s cock). When Wink was released, he had sworn to himself he was going to make changes in his life, and one of those changes was that he was going to keep visiting his former cellmate. He liked to feel wanted. He had sworn on his good name that he’d keep coming back.
But once he was free, and he saw girls all over the place, and he got some good-natured ribbing about what he might have done with other males in prison, Wink wasn’t comfortable with it. In his cell, he could put up a sheet for privacy. If he went to prison as a visitor, he couldn’t hide anything.
So in the end, he had never once visited the man he spent all those passionate nights with. He regretted it often, but Wink never looked him up again. He counted down the days to the man’s scheduled release date, and then he counted up the days since he had been released.
When he rammed Avery there in the alley, that was what he thought about, even as he fingered Sharlene. He kissed her while imagining he was kissing a man who didn’t need to be paid to care for him.
“Kiss me, baby,” he moaned. He grabbed her body and held her close. He kissed her tight on the lips, his tongue exploring her mouth. He was short and she was a little taller than him, but she was much thicker, so he looked even smaller in comparison, like she could have swallowed him up whole if she wanted.
His cock spasmed as he groaned into her mouth. His muscles tensed beneath the suit, which was now plastered to his chest with sweat. His balls drew up in his sac, and for the first time since this had begun, he gripped Avery’s bare asscheeks. He loudly orgasmed, gasping and heaving in the shadowy alley.
Wink held Avery in place and swayed his hips from side to side, humping every inch of his insides. Cum sprayed over his prostate, triggering Avery’s own orgasm at last. He sprayed his wad onto the garbagey alley ground, while Wink’s load coated his body.
Wink kept on ramming, sucking on the prostitute’s tongue and tweaking her nipples with both hands. His cock rammed in and out of Avery’s cum-dripping ass. The more he rammed, the more of a mess he made — Wink had developed this game with his cellmate, making his load frothy, spilling out, bubbling forth in a big drippy wad that made him gag and laugh.
“Damn, boy, you take it — I mean, damn, girl, you got real nasty there, that was nice,” Wink said. He whistled. He pointed to the messy ass. “You see that, Sharlene? Lookit that. That is some nasty anal. That is right. That’s how you do it That’s how you do it!.”
“I do that, sugah,” Sharlene said like she was offended at the insinuation that she didn’t know how. “You know my price. You know I don’t give no discounts on anal, not no how.”
He smiled. He kissed Sharlene on the lips. “Yo’ daddy lettin’ you go out sometime, baby? I take you out to dinner-“
“No, sugah, that ain’t allowed,” she said. She pulled her dress back up over her tits.
He shrugged like he was expecting that answer, which he was: he asked her that every time she sucked him off. She said no every time he hired her, which was most weeks — basically unless she was with a different john when he arrived. He didn’t like waiting for her because it gave him plenty of time to wonder what kind of guy she was with, and then she’d inevitably taste like another man when he did get to kiss her. He knew that she was with a lot of men regardless; it was just easier to forget that when he didn’t have to wait for her to be finished with them.
“Hey, girl,” he said to Avery as he smacked Avery’s asscheeks. “Will you suck my nut out ya asshole? I want that. That’s hot, man. I love that. Ain’t no kinda girls ever do that. I never seen a female do that, and it turns me on so much-” He paused, then lied as he realized he had sort of admitted he did this with a man before “I mean, some girls do it, some do. That’s how I know how hot it is. But a lot of ’em won’t do it, nuh-uh.” The only person he had ever seen suck cum out of his own ass was his cellmate, but Wink wasn’t about to admit that.
“Okay, yeah,” Avery said.
Wink smiled. He let go of the prostitute and slowly withdrew his limp dick. He gagged at the sight of juices dripping from it. He laughed so loud it echoed against the walls of the dumpster. “Ugh, this is so nasty, girl, I love it. I’m gonna love you too if you do this. I swear to God, I will marry you any day if you promise to suck on ass-to-mouth. So fuckin’ nasty. Nasty. Nasty. Nasty. I love it.”
He stroked his cock with one hand. It was so sensitive he yelped and his body undulated beneath the suit. He loosened the tie with his other hand. He rammed two fingers into Avery’s ass. He gagged again, laughing nervously at his own reaction. He clawed inside Avery’s body, causing a torrent of pain and exquisite post-orgasmic pleasure. He pulled his fingers out and watched with wide-eyed amazement as Avery sucked them clean.
His fingers and hand were soaked in cum and assjuice. Avery loved it. If he had thought Wink would ever agree to finger his asshole, he would have asked — he would have paid more if he knew it was an option, so he was glad Wink had initiated it for free instead. Wink’s fingers were callused and scarred, and they tasted like stale sweat beneath the assjuice and cum.
“That was so disgusting, girl, I love it,” he said to Avery. “I swear to God, I will marry you, baby.” He paused. “I ain’t serious, I know you ain’t no girl. I won’t marry you. No how, no way.”
“I know,” Avery said. He pulled his own pants up. He felt grimy and dirty, but he loved that feeling. He watched Wink tuck away his own cock and zip his slacks back up.
Daddy’s here, where’s my money, babies?!
A big black man in a fine blue suit — this one was perfectly tailored, vibrantly colored and clean as a whistle — Slim Jay — walked into the alley. He bellowed, and the prostitutes at the other end of the alley all spoke at once. There was a chorus of feminine voices.
The pimp didn’t notice Sharlene there, so she stepped out from behind him. She smiled and giggled to get his attention.
“Oh, hello, baby, whatchoo doin’ back there?” He saw Wink. “G’evenin’, sir. You got ya usual?”
Wink laughed. “Not the usual, exactly. But I got what I need, nigga, no pro’lem.” He walked away, dapping his head as he walked, dancing to an unheard beat just like he was when he entered the alley.
Avery hid there in the shadows for a moment, while the prostitute handed her money over and explained what had happened. When her pimp glowered a little like the money she had earned was not enough, Avery wondered if he was going to get in trouble after all.
So he fled into the night. He was thin and quick, and the pimp didn’t know he was there, so he just darted right past him and ran out of the alley.
Interracial Dubcon in Baltimore
Chapter One: The Ex-Con and the Robber