The Cellmate Chronicles The Slut Bunny

The Cellmate Chronicles
The Slut Bunny

By S. Blackwood
Dedicated to FBLN

Sergeant Rollins held the sissy’s arm with a vice-like grip as he escorted him into the office of Warden Mondale’s office, brought him in front of the desk, then released his arm and stepped off to the side.
Mondale stared down at a pile of documents and sighed as he shook his head. For several minutes, the sissy waited until she finally stated.
“Uh, excuse me sir, but I believe you wanted to see me?”
“As a matter of fact, I do convict. I’ve been perusing your file and I must admit, it’s a very interesting read. A college grad, with exceptional marketing skills, as well as tech-savvy. You had all the potential of a Wall Street exec and a highly intellectual nerd, L***n Pebbles, or should I refer to you like the men in this place, Bunny?”
“I don’t think I have a choice, anyway it’s just a name.”
The warden scanned the sissy before him and had to admit, he like so many men in the facility had a strong sweet tooth for the slim but curvy, creamy, smooth, rich, brown skin, full-lips, pearly white teeth, tight curly afro, sissy who wore a pair of black nerdy glasses and a very tight uniform.
“So, tell me Bunny, what would make a pretty little chocolate droplet like you go rogue and try to rip off your clients, although, I’m sure, whoever convinced you did it more with his cock than with his mouth.” The warden and sergeant both openly laughed.
“Okay, I made some stupid mistakes and got mixed up with the wrong people.” The sissy countered.
“I’ll say, they got off scot-free, and left you to do a three-year bid.”
“With all due respect sir, I’m sure you didn’t summon me here to berate me over my sex life and the choices I’ve made.”
“Oh, but that’s where you’re wrong, little chocolate bunny. I am very interested in all aspects of your life. When you first arrived here, I told the guards to keep you out of the general population as much as possible and they did just that by making you their occupational fuck-doll, yeah that’s right, I know all about you, Captain Burke and Sergeant Rollins.” He pointed at the guard behind.
The sissy glanced over at the sergeant and searched his eyes for an explanation.”
“Don’t worry, I got them both to confess their misdeeds, and I’d would’ve gladly written them up, but this is a highly stressful job, so I looked the other way. From what I hear, computers and marketing is not your only strong suits, apparently, you’re also highly skilled in serving a big black dick and that might prove useful to me soon.”
“Huh, what’s this all about sir?”
“We’re about to receive a new convict, transferred from Rockville. He’s a former military Dark Ops officer. Like you, he’s highly skilled, and also like you, too damn smart for his own good. It seems he had a taste for the liaison official’s daughter, and when the officer found out, he sent a few of his handymen to teach him a lesson, and instead, they got their asses kicked, and the liaison’s gonna walk with a limp for the rest of his days. He’s a top-notch ass-kicker. Over the last year, he’s spent nearly six months in solitaire and not to protect him from the population but to protect the population from him. They tried counseling, but the guy’s a real headbanger, so the warden over there pulled some strings and got him transferred to us. You probably don’t know this but, Olympus Correctional has a little program we call Slots. This program consists of pairing some of our…hmm, let’s just say some of our more primal convicts with some of our more passive inmates.” The warden concluded.
“Uh…excuse me sir, but I’m a little lost on all this.” The bunny asked.
“I can see you’re not quite as bright as I thought but my guess is you’re probably just being cute, so okay, here it is, straight with no chaser. You’ve been chosen as the cellmate of our new client in the hopes that you might be a stress reliever for him, which may well lessen his aggressive tendencies, toward everybody else.”
“Oh, so now I see, where the name Slots comes from.” The sissy remarked, and then added. “Okay, I’ve heard about this program, but I thought it didn’t apply to convicts with a violent history.”
“Well, that’s all the better. Of course, we would never pair someone with a history that included deadly force or outright brutality. However, our doctors screen most of the prisoners to be sure they’re psychologically stable enough to enter the program. This man threw away an otherwise stellar military career for a piece of ass. You may as well also know that he wasn’t banging the liaison’s daughter but his son, who is now his daughter. You get my drift.”
“So, are you saying I’m supposed to be some kind of Guinea pig, and a cock-pin cushion for a man who may very well be on the edge of madness, pardon me if I don’t share, you’re enthusiastic appraisal of this idea? Suppose he blows a gasket, he sounds like he has some serious PTSD, and you’re going to throw me alone in a cell with him?”
“Relax faggot, we’ve set up a little trial run scenario. You’ll be working in the laundry detail for a few days. They’ll be a guard posted nearby and if anything goes haywire, someone will get you out of there, pronto.”
“So, I take it he passed the screening, and did you at least consult the guy about this so-called trial run?”
“Oh, he knows, in fact, we’ve taken the liberty to toss a little sexual enhancement elixir into his morning coffee and give him plenty of sexual stimuli to keep his aggression on something we can control. So, Chocolate Bunny, what’s your decision, are you going to go with this, or should we just toss you into the open population and let the wolves have their way with you. Remember, my guards can no longer cover your back, if you’re noncompliant, so you’ll be all on your own.” Mondale suggested.
“Hmm wow, it doesn’t sound like I have much of a choice at all.” The sissy remarked.
“Oh yeah, I almost forgot. Here’s a little something that might sweeten the pot for you. Because of the nature of your offense and generally good behavior, I can almost guarantee that I can get your sentence reduced by six-months.”
“Wow, that is a game-changer and all I need to do is keep this guy’s balls drained?”
“Make no mistake,” Mondale stated, “This man is a highly-skilled, battle hard, sacred, and tough as shit. So whatever you do, stay on his good side whether he’s stabbing you or not.” The warden sighed and then concluded.
“That’s about it. Remember, always maintain you’re not out-right femininity, let’s say passivity around him. Be passive and a little aloof and whatever you do, never let him know you’re totally down with this. He enjoys the hunt. He believes he’s a predator on the prowl. If you shatter that bubble, things can go to hell and fast.”
The sissy swallowed hard and then asked. “Well, does this b**st-man have a name?”
“Yeah,” the warden snickered; he’s called… Furious.”
A Few Days Later…

The Slut Bunny stood in the laundry area as she greeted the man called Furious. She was initially surprised at his height which was only 5-foot 10-inches, but his powerfully hard physique challenged the fabric of his uniform. His pectorals looked like brown steel plates, and his 26-inch arms looked strong enough to choke her with one hand and access his email with the other but by far the thing that shocked her the most was the intense expression he wore on his face. Dark eyes, moderately full-lips, behind his but well-trimmed beard, seemed to be someone of a calm nature, yet there was something sinister in his demeanor. His smile momentarily disarmed her, and then just as quickly disappeared as he shook her limp hand.
He twisted her hand about as if to thoroughly examine it, then stated, “You polish your fingernails, they let you get away with that in here?”
“Yes,” Bunny leaned closer as she spoke in a hushed tone. “I have a little cache with the captain. He grew up with my aunt. In fact, you might say, it’s a crush he’s yet to get over, so she does have a little influence.”
After several minutes the sissy introduced the new inmate to the protocols and general procedure of the facility. Although she felt an instant connection to the powerfully built man, and could also feel his attraction to her, she remained cautious given her knowledge of his violent past. Nevertheless, the raw sexual energy was real, and each found themselves drawn to steal a glance, or a quick peek at each other in lustful hunger. As the two folded towels, Furious scanned the sissy from head to toe as he asked boldly.
“What’s the deal wit you?”
“Excuse me, what do you mean?”
“I mean, you walk around here with your nails polished, wearing a uniform that looks painted on your cute girly body. how is it that you’ve not hung up a cock spit every night?”
“Oh shit, what a way to put things.” The sissy cried as she placed her hand up to her mouth, but quickly replied.
“Well, I have a cache with the captain and the warden.”
“Oh, so they own your ass.”
“No, like I told you, my aunt worked things out with them which give me certain privileges.”
“So, in other words, anybody puts their hands on you, answers to them, hmm…I don’t buy it. Somebody has got to be putting some dick inside you.”
“Oh wow, that’s a little too forward. I think it’s time we get back to work.”
The chocolate sissy was a bit disappointed when the man didn’t respond or increase his level of sexual aggression, instead, he complied quietly and yet his eyes ravaged her body every chance he got and the imprint of his cock was always evident when anywhere near her.
A week went by and the Slut Bunny began to wonder if she’d have to make the first move which was something she feared to do. His snarly demeanor made him too unpredictable and even dangerous. However, things got intense late one afternoon, when one of the supervisors began to complain about her new partner.
“You’re not folding those towels as tight as they should be.”
“Come on Wilson, give him time, he’ll get the hang of it.” Slut Bunny countered.
“I don’t need time; I need him to fold those goddamn towels correctly or he’s out.”
“Just give him some more time and get the knot out your nutts.”
“Listen to you little pussy wannabe, I run this place and I don’t give a damn who your family is, you fuck with me and you’re both out.”
“Suppose we don’t wanna go? Furious asked in a deep powerful voice, that stopped the steward in his tracks.
“Who says you have a choice. Perhaps all those muscles are clogging your eardrums fella. As I said, I run this place and if you don’t like it, I believe you can kiss my ass.” The chubby round-faced; man stated proudly.
“How about I just bust your ass punk.” Furious replied as he stepped toward the pot-bellied man.
“You put a finger on me, and I’ll have you buried so far down in the hole; they’ll have to send an extraction team to get your black ass out.” Wilson fired back.
“I can live with that,” the powerfully walnut colored black man snorted as his nostrils flared to convey his bad intentions, but until they stop me, what do you think is going to happen to you?” He answered with a look of intense rage.
A look of terror quickly filled Freddie’s eyes as he realized his usually successful intimidation tactics had backfired and he had now agitated a very dangerous man. This sight did not go unnoticed by Slut Bunny, who quickly stepped between the two men, placed her hand on the angry man’s hard swollen chest as she pleaded.
“Listen, daddy, this man is a no-count. He’s no threat to you. You could glory stump his ass in a second. So, there’s nothing to get so hot about.” Slut-Bunny swallowed hard as she saw the angry man’s eyes which had shrunk down to slits. A violently hostile expression grew on his face as his arm cocked back. She bit her lips and closed her eyes as she prepared to take an early nap when just as suddenly the man exhaled deeply and seemed to release some of his anger. She silently thanked god and then she realized Furious’s ability to relax seemed to be related to her hand at the center of his chest. Quickly she took advantage and gently massaged his steely hard pectorals as she drove her point home.
“He’s not worth it daddy, and I’m sure Wilson regrets insulting you, don’t you…Wilson?”
“Yeah, yeah, sure that’s it. I guess I had a little too much caffeine, haha, ha.” He laughed nervously.
“No problem, I would enjoy beating that shit out of you.” The enraged convict fired back.
“That’s not going to be necessary Furious. This man is no match for a man…an alpha like you.”
The Slut Bunny’s words deeply penetrated Furious as his body relaxed under her hand that freely roamed about his chest.
“You better tell him to move the fuck along.” Furious suggested.
“I agree. Wilson why don’t you come back a little later and I’ll try to teach him how to fold the towels better.”
“Yeah…yeah that’s a great idea. I’ll come back, I’ll come back later, and don’t worry, take your time. I’m sure you’ll get better.” Wilson stated as he quickly dashed away.
With the loudmouth man out of sight, Slut Bunny’s hand slid up to the shorter man’s shoulder and gave it a firm yet gentle squeeze.
“Boy, remind me never to get on your bad side, no strike that, I’ll remind myself.” The cute sissy chuckled nervously.
“It’s guys like that, that has me in a place like this. Always ordering people to do shit, they’re not able to do themselves. That guy’s a fat-bellied bitch.”
Slut Bunny felt his anger as it rose once again and decided she needed to step up her efforts to soothe him. She slid her hand down the center of his chest, over to and along his hard, vascular forearm, then gently took his hand and stated sweetly.
“Come on daddy, let’s get back to work. You’re too much of a real man to be bothered by a punk like him.”
Furious’s chest continued to heave heavily but now it was in response to the warm delicate hands of the sissy who guided him down and along the aisle of towel racks.
“Do you like touching me?” Furious asked.
“Your body feels like…like hot steel. I like the sensations I get when I feel your skin, so the answer is yes.” She answered bluntly, as she now sensed he might be open for a more aggressive approach. “Do you like it when I touch you?”
“Yeah, the shit feels good. Your hands are soft and warm but take care bitch.” He barked then snatched and squeezed her hand tightly. “Once I see sumptin I want, I go after it, and nothing short of a bullet will stop me, so if you play pussy wit me, you will get fucked and I don’t give a fuck about your people.” He snarled.
The sissy’s lips trembled with just the visualization of the threat. Although she hungrily wanted to take the brutish man up on his offer, she knew it was better if she waited for him to make that next move. However, she didn’t have to wait very long.
Minutes later, Furious stood at the foot of the step ladder and passed stacks of folded towels up to his new partner who placed them on the racks as she stood at the top of the ladder.
At one point she looked down and caught the intense black man whose eyes stared right at her tight bubble butt, and she deliberately switched her ass above him.
Furious pretended not to notice but the huge bulge in the center of his pants was a dead giveaway for the state of arousal. He passed the stack of towels, then watched as the sissy playfully shook her ass about, until suddenly she felt the ladder move beneath her feet. She slipped and fell off, and right into the strong, powerful arms of her new work partner.
“Wow, that was a good catch!” She cried.
“You like playing games wit me…don’t you faggot?’
“Huh, excuse me, but I don’t have any idea what you’re talking about. The slut replied as she pretended to be innocent.
“You think you can fuck wit my head up top, by fucking wit my head below. You like playing games don’t you fagboi, alright then.” He snapped and dropped the sissy to the floor. He stood over her with a menacing sneer, his hands were clench as were his teeth, as he spoke. “I guess you think cause you got a little power you can play me, okay, let’s play this game. Get up on your knees, take out my dick and suck it, slut.”
The sissy scrambled to her knees, and frantically fought to release Furious’s imprisoned cock from the fabric cell as she answered enthusiastically, “Shit daddy, you don’t have to order me to do that.” Her mouth stretched wide as she slid the hard-black tool inside her mouth. Diligently she sucked the warm, hard to the soft texture of the man tool and each time she tasted his warm precum, she cooed softly in sheer delight.
“Yeah, yeah that’s it, bitch, service that cock, make love to that shit wit your mouth!” The buffed convict moaned in deep lust.
With her skill and a fervent lust, the sissy slobbered about the man tool and enjoyed feeling the intense pulsation that caused it to twitch and flex inside her hungry orifice.
Goddamn chick, you suckin the shit out that mutha, go on hoe, show daddy how much you love sucking his big black dick.” Furious growled as he gripped the sissy’s head and thrust his huge tool into the back of her mouth and down her throat. She placed her hands on her new daddy’s quadriceps and felt them as they flexed tightly.
“Damn hoe, you got my toes Curlin, you nasty bitch, I don’t have to tell you nothing, you know what the fuck to do…fuck yeah,” He moaned deeply as he yanked her wooly afro, and vigorously pumped his Nubian spear in and out of her mouth until a long precum, saliva streamed dripped down her chin and down to the floor.
The sissy sucked with a crazed like passion as she felt the enormous black flesh spear grow stiffer and harder in her mouth and she knew it was just a matter of time before he unleashed his hot manly brew.
“Bitch, you bout to get it…fuck…you bout to get all this cum down your throat…goddamn, wooo you sucking that shit, baby, you got it…you got…awwwww…aww…aarrgghfuck, drink up bitch, I’m bout to get your tonsils pregnant.” He cried as his cock erupted and bathed her mouth, throat, and stomach with his man juice.
With an angry grimace, the black, buffed, stud, flung the sissy to the floor, then stared down at her with the same face of intensity that he displayed earlier with the steward.
“You know what’s bout to happen now, don’t you bitch?”
“Hold on daddy, I don’t think that would be a good idea…right.”
“Shut up, you started this shit, now I’m bout to finish it.” He snapped, lifted the sissy up, and tossed her down on a table, filled with clean, stacked towels. He took hold of her small ankles, lifted them high, then slid the uncut crown of his black scepter along her ass-pussy crack.
“Wait…wait…daddy…daddy please, not right now, we have to time when we…OOOOOHSHIT, GOD YOUR SO BIG!”
“Yeah gonna get it…fuck!” Furious snapped as he heard the outer door it slammed shut.
The sissy moved quickly, climbed off the table, and adjusted herself.
“Listen, daddy, they make the rounds too much this time of day. My ass belongs to you, there’s no doubt about that, but I want you to have that shit without interruption.” The slut stated, then attempted to help her new daddy pull up his pants.
“Do you have a cellmate yet?” She asked.
“Nah, not as yet.”
“Suppose I tell you that I can arrange it so that I can become your new cellmate, would you like that?”
“You can make that happen?” He asked.
“I believe I can,” the sissy replied.
“Well if that’s the case…get it done slut, and you better not let me down.” He growled as he forced the sissy back down on her knees and shoved her face into his semi-hard, fabric-covered cock.
Later that evening and after he finished in the laundry room, Furious ventured out into the yard and pumped enough iron to match weight the equivalent of a small building, hit the showers, and made his way back to his cell.
He stared curiously at the guard who seemed to wear a sly smile on his face each time they made eye contact.
“What the fuck’s got you so tickled?” Furious asked.
“You’re about to be one of the luckiest son-of-a-bitches in this cellblock.”
“What the fuck’s that supposed to mean,” Furious asked as the door slid open. He glanced over at the corrections officer who merely nodded his head toward the cell. The fiery black convict glanced inside and his eyes grew wide at the sight of sweet chocolate sissy who lay in his bunk, dressed in a skin-tight uniform and an open fold that exposed her fat, well-rounded bubble booty.
“Here. take this and give it to your cellmate, that way you can keep your identities hidden.” The guard stated as he passed Furious two, black, terry cloth masks, made from towels.
“Damn,” The buffed stud remarked, then turned back to the guard who looked on with a sly smile as he barked close cell number 0****8!”
Furious stood just within the shadows as he looked down on the hot sissy who never turned to greet him but instead poked her fat ass up in his direction.
The sissy heard the cell door when it opened, and once again when it slid shut, yet she didn’t look up, instead she preferred to simply let the moment play out. She heard someone moving about the room, and reasoned there was no way he could not have seen her lying ass up on the bottom bunk, then she heard the sound of naked feet about the floor, and those footsteps came to a stop at the edge of the bunk. She heard the heavy breathing and her mind flooded with images of pain, pleasure, and ecstasy. Finally, she heard the powerfully deep voice, she longed for.
“I see you pulled it off.” Furious remarked as he tossed the mask down on the sissy’s head and then slid his own over his nose and eyes.
“Yes, daddy I uhh…oh…oh damn daddy, oooo…ssss…is that for me?” She cried happily as she saw the long, hard, thick, cock which bobbed and extended far from the muscular body that owned it.
“Ssss…ooo…daddy, can I touch it.”
She saw the dark, large foot as it stepped onto the bunk as his voice once again scorched her ears.
“That’s the only fucking reason you’re hear fag-baby. Get on that shit…now.” The voice ordered and the sissy didn’t need any further instructions as she raised up on her knees and stroked her yellow polished fingernails about the hard-fleshly object. She leaned forward, closed her eyes, and allowed the fragrance of his manly odor to fill her nostrils. Her lips quivered and she stammered as she asked.
“Can I taste it, daddy?”
“Shit, you better, like I said, that’s the only reason why you’re here, so do your fucking duty and the sissy did just that. She sucked and licked about the thin fabric boxers, then in one swift motion, yanked down his boxers, clutched the long, hard cock, raised it firmly, smooched, licked, and flickered her tongue about the majestic uncut crown, then opened her mouth wide, and slid it to the back of her throat.
“Fuck yeah, nasty little cock hungry bitch, suck all that dick. Show me how much you want it. Furious moaned as he reached into the bunk, grabbed the sissy’s hair, pumped, and rotated his hips as he thrusted his underused cock harder and faster inside her mouth.
The sissy moaned as her hands roamed freely about her daddy’s body and copious loads of hot precum filled her mouth. Her lips, tongued, slashed, and flickered as she serviced the ebony javelin with a freakish fever and soon the object of her obsession began to twitch rapidly.
“Awww fuck baby, fuck…do that shit…do that fuckin shit.” Furious moaned as he tossed his head back, used both hands to clutch the sissy’s wooly hair as he continued the assault her mouth. He rose up on his toes, as he felt his hot jizz shoot up the length of his flesh cannon.
“Yeah, bitch yeaaaaah, drink all that shit down.” Her Nubian man king ordered as his cock pumped long, thick, strings of cum that splattered and stung the back of the sissy’s throat.
The black master attempted to step back and recover, but the cock hungry bunny, wrapped her arms around his hard-muscular buttocks and continued to suck his cock and prevented him from doing so.
Furious felt himself, weakened by the oral assault on his man tool, and moved quickly to re-exert his manly authority over the situation.
“You’ve worked hard to get this dick; you better be ready to get it. Are you clean for me?”
“Always daddy, always, it’s my duty to always be clean for my daddy.” She cooed as she continued to worship the dark, vascular flesh spear and stroked it with both hands.
“Lay down on the bed, ass up to me, just as you were when I came in.
Furious could hear the chatter as it echoed about the cellblock. He snickered as he imagined how much money he could charge ‘Oh Demand’.
The sissy felt the bunk sink as the hardcore alpha climbed in with her. She turned and with the sweetest, high-pitched voice she said, “Welcome home, Daddy!”
“Turn your fag-ass around punk, and let a man do his work.” The convict snapped as he forced the sissy’s head around and pressed her face down into the bunk.
The sissy then realized she should have used her last opportunity to inform her new daddy, that there was lube at the foot of the bunk, however, she felt relieved when she felt something, warm, and moist as it flicked, and probed her underused sphincter.
“Ooooo…daddy…sssss…make a meal out of me.” The sissy moaned as she felt the beef cake’s hands as they spread her open and tongued her hole.
“Yeah, daddy’s gonna take your ass to Sissy Heaven.” The black prisoner snapped as he wrapped his muscular arms below and around her hips, locked and lifted her up as he devoured her brown ring with and pink canal entrance.
“Fu…fuc…oh daddy fuck me pleassse!” Bunny cried as more and more chatter filled the cellblock.
Furious glanced back and saw several guards had gathered outside the cell, one of them held a camera as he positioned himself to get a better view. He contemplated a challenge to their presence, but the sissy moved quickly, reached back, took hold of his black scepter, and pulled him toward her vacant pinkish-brown ring.
“Don’t worry about them daddy, they’re only here doing their work, and to watch you do yours. Come on daddy, my beautiful black king, claim what belongs to you.”
Her soft, sweet voice was all the motivation he needed to refocus as he slowly squeezed and eventually popped his man tool into her soft ring, then drove down and pried her canal open inch, by long, thick, hard inch.
“Ohshit…ooohshit daddy…it’s been too long…for me!” The sissy cried as she felt the pulsation, the warmth, and fullness of the big black cock that invaded her.
Once again, the dominant man, pressed the sissy’s head down into the bed, as he slowly and steadily drove his cock down balls deep.
It hurt intensely and brought tears to her eyes and yet, she welcomed the pain for it was in her nature to feel that pain, embrace it, accept it, for it brought her liberation, ecstasy, passion, and the joy of the knowledge that she could bring pleasure to such a worthy man.
Furious drilled down hard into the sissy, yanked her head up by her hair, slid his tongue inside her ear and growled in cadence with his powerful strokes. “You got daddy’s dick so fuckin hard, and now I’m gonna…give…you…every…goddamn…inch of it.”
Furious snatched his new slut by her hair, as he forced her out from between the bunk, positioned her with back turned, at the edge of the bunk, then had her place her feet up on the edge of the bottom bunk. He then drove his cock back into her, grabbed and snatched her back to meet his thrust and the sound of hot, flesh on flesh impact filled the air along with a loud chorus of men who cheered them on.
The Nubian bodybuilder slammed his hips forward with the rapidity of a jackhammer and caused his sissy’s legs to wiggle as she struggled to stay up on the bed.
The sissy continued to wobble about on jelly-like legs as the b**sty convict fucked her from one side of the cell and then back to the bed, where he fucked and pounded her so hard, that she sought refuge down on the bed, but there was no escape as the sex-crazed prisoner, clutched her hip with one hand, while the other slapped her ass vigorously.
“God…ohmygod daddy…you’re so stiff, it feels like steel inside me. Oh damn daddy…fuck my faggot ass!”
“Good, now grip that shit wit your ass, I want you to feel the veins inside you.”
The vivid description he relayed as well as the feeling of the steel hard cock that tapped her inner-ring sent a wave of passion as she gripped, and bit down into the sheet. Tears fell freely from her eyes as she attempted to pull away to lessen the big cock assault on her anal cavity.
“Where the fuck you tryin to run to bitch, ain’t no escape from this dick, ain’t no getting away from this ass fucking, in fact, put your goddamn hands up on that wall and push that ass back to me. Go on now, get it done.” The black Cocksmen ordered as he climbed up the edge and just inside the bunk and continued to frack her ass pussy with relentless zeal.
“Shit daddy, you got…you got you dick all up inside me…ooooo!” The sissy moaned in ecstasy as her juice leaked from her fleshly clitty. Nevertheless, the black, ass-pussy assailant refused to give any mercy as he climbed completely inside the bunk, wrapped one arm around her waist, and the other around her neck as he drove down with at a frantic, savage pace.
“You lovin all this dick ain’t you hoe?”
“You know it daddy…you’re just taking it…just fucking my faggot ass. I don’t have a choice, you fucking own me…sssss…god, it feels like…you’re r****g me!’ The sissy cried.
“Rapin you…rapin you…shit, hmmm, that sounds like a Freudian request. Okay then bitch, be careful what you ask for.” Furious growled with heavy breath as he went into full b**st-mode. He squeezed his hard biceps tighter and kept it pressed against her throat as he felt his fuck juice shoot up the long, length of his black Johnson and then…
“Damn, bitch…fuckin cock hungry slut, you bout to make me blow this nutt…awwwfuck yeah, I’m breedin this pussy, I’m gonna give you all…these…mutha…fuckin…babies…aaaarrrrgggghhhh…argh…aaaarrrrgggghhhh!”
The sissy saw stars before her eyes, as her head pressed tightly against the wall, the hard bicep pressed tightly into her neck, and the big black cock pressed into her inner-ass ring as it twitched, jerked back and pumped her full of hot Nubian brew.
The sissy’s hands shook uncontrollably as she managed to turn, took hold of her black champion’s cock, and the used the other hand to guide his hand to her mouth where she sucked lustfully on his fingers.
“Da…damn daddy, you tried to kill me with that shit. When was the last time you stabbed some pussy?”
The hard man ignored the question and instead asked one of his own. “What they gonna do wit that video?”
“They sell it, online. There’s nothing in it for me, but you’ll get a cut.”
The dark man’s eyes stared through the sissy as he asked. “You think I did that shit for the money?”
“Hmm, tell that to my ass. You tore that shit up. my body is a wreck inside and out, shit I’m still trembling.” She declared as she displayed her hand to illustrate her point.
“You know why you’re still trembling?”
“Why?”
Furious glanced over and saw that the guards were no longer present.
“Cause it wants an encore.” He replied, “and it’s bout to get one.” He stood up, took hold of the mattress, then yanked the sissy and it down on the floor. in seconds, he flipped her on her back, took hold of her small ankles, and placed her feet on his broad shoulders, gripped his flesh spear, and drove back inside her hungry hole.
Although the loud cheers had dissipated, moans of sporadic lust continued to fill the air.
Together they moaned deeply for this was a game changer. This was no mere position of sex, but a position of sexual virility, fertility, and unbridled passion.
The sissy’s hands roamed about her lover’s body and totally surrendered to his male dominance as she felt the black hard flesh as it stuffed her hole tightly.
With tears of lustful delight, the sissy, traced her handsome lover’s facial features as he fracked her ass, long, hard, deep and strong.
“Oh daddy…daddy…da…da…awwwfuck Ni@@er, you own my faggot pussy, you got me all…stretched open with my big hard black daddy dick…oooo…it…feels…so…goooood…fuck my faggot ass daddy, ooo, fuck my faggot pussy!” The sissy cried as her ass clenched and squeezed about the massive black invader. Almost in a panic, the sissy raised up, and gently bit, and sucked about the black convict’s shoulders.
“Damn baby, you got daddy’s dick so hard.”
“Yeah, does your dick love my faggot pussy?”
“Here’s my fuckin answer.”
With that said, the battle hard prisoner went on a wild rampage as he ruthlessly drilled down between the sissy’s legs and literally stole her breath away.
“Damn daddy, it feels like you’re in my stomach, oooo…ooshit, fuck my faggot ass daddy, fuck me like you own me.”
“I do own you slut, and I’m gonna take this faggot pussy…every…goddamn…day…every goddamn night…and…every goddamn chance…I get!”
Sweat poured profusely down his action figure like body and dripped into the mouth and eyes of his fagboi’s face as he ravaged her fleshly ring and ass canal with his hard, vascular ebony spear.
“OH…OHGODDAMN DADDY…SH…SH…SHIT. FUCK MY FAGGOT PUSSY SSSS!” The sissy screamed an octave higher as she had an intense assgasm. Her voice filled the air and left no doubt to anyone who listened as to what was taking place in the cell, but by this time, neither cared for they were now both lost in rapture and the femmie was now trapped in Sissy Heaven.
“That’s right Ni@@er, show me who’s boss, put me in my place daddy, god…I can’t move, your big ass dick has got my faggot pussy wide open. ooooh I love how you fuck me daddy!”
Like a raging bull or ravenous lion, the black convict drilled down into her at a frantic pace which was only fueled by the hapless love cries of the sissy beneath him.
“Fuck me like your cell-bitch faggot, daddy, just take that shit, you know I can’t…I can’t do anything to stop you…aww…aww fuck daddy…I’m just your prison bitch…your cellmate cumdump hoe…ooooh shit, daddy my clitty is leaking like…crazy!”
“Good cause you’re get it like this from now on. I’m gonna breed you, and seed you until I knock your faggot ass up.” The brutish man growled through clenched teeth he bucked wildly, savagely up and down between her legs and twisted her body at a variety of angles until he hit her sweet spot and sent her prostate into spasmodic convulsions.
“OHFUCK Ni--daddy…OHFUCK…SSSSSDADDY…OOOOO…DADDY! YOU’RE TRYING TO…KILLING ME…AAAARRRRGGGGHHH!” She screamed as she wrapped her legs around his strong lower back, wrapped her arms around his shoulders, bit down into his shoulders as well. It was all she could do to maintain her sanity as her body rocked from multiple and simultaneous ass and clitty orgasms.

The sissy freely opened her legs and gave her black king full access to her battered ass-pussy until he blasted it with his nectar supreme.
The exhausted black Cocksmen’s body shivered as he collapsed completely in his cellmate, prison bitch’s arms and allowed her to kiss and massaged his hot, sweaty, heavily muscled, body with total lust, and joy.
Hours later and after her new king savagely fucked her again and again throughout the night, she lay snuggled close to him, felt the warmth and security of his alpha manliness. She licked about his dried sweat covered musty skin and couldn’t have imagined a better place to be other than exactly where she felt she truly belonged.
“So, is that what you’re going to do to me every night daddy, are you going to just brutalize me like a worthless faggot and try to get me pregnant?”
“Shit, baby that faggot pussy’s so good, I’m thinking about us hooking up when I get out so we can make our own movies. Just me and you, fucking like wild ass a****ls and every one of them with me fucking you senseless.” Then suddenly his demeanor changed as he reached out and wrapped his hand around her throat and squeezed it tightly.
“You better keep that pussy waiting for me when I get out bitch or you know what’s gonna happen, don’t you?”
The sissy smiled warm and confidently as she gently stroked her lover’s face and answered.
“Daddy, this faggot pussy is yours along with everything else attached to it. I am your cellmate and your faggot prison bitch…forever!”
END

An Honest Moment

They went to the party with the idea of having a great time, picking up some girls, going back to Dj’s place, and getting a little action, however, all they returned home with was a bloodstream of cheap booze, and weak herb, no chicks and 2-lonesome dicks and the 4-corners of DJ’s bedroom. After both passing out for a few hours, they awoke to the sounds of sirens of a fire truck as it passed by the open window on this warm June night.
Malik noticed the time on his watch and exclaimed. “Yo, it’s past 2 am, I should be getting home and get some real sleep.”
“Not me,” DJ announced as he sprung up from his bed with a seemingly renewed energy. “Nah, man I feel like getting into something.”
“Like what?” Malik asked curiously.
“I’m not sure, I just feel wild tonight.”
“I hope you’re not thinking of playing stick-up k** again.” Malik remarked.
“Nah, nothin like that, but something…sumptin…wild and freaky.
“What, like some girls?” Malik inquired.
“It doesn’t fuckin matter, I just wanna get real. There was sumptin in that dream I had, I’m not sure but I feel fuckin inspired.”
“Inspired, to do what?” Malik persisted.
“To be me, to do what the fuck I want to do. I’m tired of bullshitting everybody and playing by someone else’s rules. It’s time I set a few of my own.” DJ declared. As he stood up, flexed and pounded his fist on his large, steely hard, bare chest.
Malik nearly lost his breath as he glanced over at his friend's chiseled physique. Sure, his own body was, also well-defined but nothing like the caramel coated and heavily muscled armor of that of his best friend.
DJ, slowly massaged his full-beard and then glanced over at his friend who sat in a large chair by the window. He kicked off his socks, shoes and stripped down to his boxer shorts, as he climbed out on the fire-escape.
“Where you are going man?” Malik asked.
“Gonna blow some smoke baby, you down or what?”
“I really should be going home about now.”
“Good, then take your sorry ass home then.” DJ barked.
“Hey DJ, what’s up, you don’t have to speak to me like that.”
“Man, I’m just feeling something, I can’t explain it right now, but maybe you’re right, you should go home, cause it might not be a good idea to hang around me right now.”
“Whoa…hold up man, what the fuck, are you sure you wanna smoke that shit right now.” Malik suggested as he pointed at the cigar in his friend’s hand.
“Brother, I don’t give a fuck. This is my fuckin world tonight, there’s no telling what I’m bound to do tonight.”
Malik climbed out onto the fire-escape behind his friend, reluctantly, however, his curiosity got the better of him. what could the guy who befriended him years ago, the guy who played the part of a segregated older brother, who looked out for him, accepted him for all his weakness, and overlooked his fragility. If it weren’t for DJ, he’d still be wandering the streets to escape the meth-house, his mother told him to call home. DJ and his mom understood the crisis and allowed him to stay in DJ’s room for several days throughout the week. DJ meant the world to Malik and it was with these thoughts in his mind that he ventured out on to the fire-escape.
DJ took a long deep pull from the cigar, and his chest expanded to display his hard-firm pectorals and tie-ends to his deltoids. He then slid his large hand down and took hold of his seemingly always semi-hard cock.
“Man, I feel fuckin crazy tonight. I feel like becoming a fuckin b**st. So, you decided to hang around a little longer, huh, well take a puff partner.
Malik could barely hear his friend’s voice as he was far too preoccupied by the sight of his friend’s hand as it manipulated his flesh spear. It was a sight he always relished and looked forward to seeing and was the other thing about DJ that he loved so much. He always provided him with plenty of eye candy and yet never called him out about it, in fact, Malik often wondered about his friend’s sexual preferences as he seemed to also enjoy all the secret attention.
“Yo homie, been thinking a lot lately.”
“A lot about what DJ?”
“About life man, it’s all so much bullshit. People always acting one way, and then when nobody’s looking, they do whatever the fuck they want. Look around you,” DJ waved his hand over the steel guardrail.
“Teachers, doctors, lawyers, cops, politicians, shit even preachers and just about everybody out pretending to be one way and then when no one is watching they become their true selves.”
“Hey man, that smoke must have got you trippen cause you’re not making sense one with me.” Malik charged.
“That’s cause you doing the same thing, and so am I.” He chuckled as if to catch and reel himself back into focus. He took another puff, and as he inhaled and stated.
“You see little homie, the world as it’s being presented and expected to accept is all bullshit. Pro athletes make all that money, and teachers can barely put food on the table. The cops are supposed to uphold the law, and they break that shit more than anyone else. politicians come around only when ty want something and don’t get me started on preachers. How many churches are in this neighborhood? Nobody’s got money, still, they have enough to give his ass the best home in town, miles away, and he comes to the hood, in his Mercedes to take our cheese and go back to his upscale neighborhood, don’t you see baby, it’s all one big game of bullshit.” DJ concluded as he flung the cigar butt away, clenched his fist, cocked his arm, and revealed the powerful and exceptionally vascular, bi and triceps muscles along with his forearms. He punched his fist into the opened palm of his other hand.
“Well, you might be right, but…”
‘I know I’m fuckin right, ain’t no doubt to this.” DJ barked with authority.
“Do you think this bullshit doesn’t affect you?” DJ snapped as he glanced at his shorter friend.
“I guess it does…”
“Ain’t no fuckin guessing to it. You down with this shit and I can prove that shit quickly.”
Possibly emboldened by his ignorance and his d**gged induced mind, Malik decided innocently to accept the challenge, if for nothing else than to find out what exactly was on his friends’ mind. It was a decision that would eventually change his life.
“Alright my swami fortune teller, prove it.” Malik giggled, albeit nervously.
“Have you ever sucked some dick before?” DJ inquired as he stared directly into his best friend’s eyes.
“H…huh…what kind of question is that, hey man, I’m not gay and never have been. This is some bullshit. Man get the fuck outa of here. What kind of question is that, and why would you ask me?” Malik snapped.
“Exactly baby, that’s exactly what I’m talkin bout. I can’t help but noticed after all that rah, rah, shit you said, you left out one little detail.”
“What’s that,” Malik asked.
“You never answered the question, so I’ll ask you again, plain and simple. Have you ever sucked another guy’s dick?”
“Nu…nooo, no I haven’t,” Malik fired back.
“Okay, I believe you, so here’s the big one, have you ever wanted to?”
“Wanted to…what?”
“Suck another guy's dick.” DJ waited for several seconds as he searched his milk chocolate brown skinned partner’s eyes for sincerity.
“Well, I…no, I’ve never thought, I mean I don’t think about, I’ve never thought about…”
“Please homie, you can’t even answer the question with confidence. Why can’t you just admit the obvious?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about DJ and I wished we talked about something else, like going back to the party. There should be some hot ladies ripe for the sticking.” Malik laughed nervously.
“Who in the fuck are you trying to fool dude. You say all the right things, but fact is, the only time I’ve seen you do anything with some real passion is when you look, at this.” DJ seductively slid his hand about his semi-hard cock.
“Now this is some made up bullshit.” Malik charged. “You are right, I should’ve gone home and now I will.”
“You can’t run from it baby, it’s not like you can lose it by leaving some place and going to another, or taking off your clothes and taking a shower. It haunts you and there is no escape.”
“DJ, man what the fuck are you talking about.”
“Okay, since you insist on playing this game of bullshit, I’ll spell it out. “You’re faggot Malik, you know it, and I’ve always known it and to top it off, you’re a faggot that loves big cocks, and especially…this one.” DJ smiled slyly as he slid his uncut huge cock through the pee-slit of his boxers.
“Hey DJ, what the fuck, we’re on the fire-escape, are you losing it or what?”
“Is that your biggest concern right now Lik, somebody might see what I’m been seeing for years.”
“What?” Malik asked but already knew he wasn’t going to like the response.
“That you’ve been wanting this big veiny dick for a long, long time.”
“No…that’s…that’s not true. Come on DJ, please stop…stop talking like this.” Malik pleaded.
“Why because it makes you feel, uncomfortable because it’s the fucking truth. Come on Lik, stop bullshitting me and yourself. I can see the faggot look you have whenever you’re around a buffed guy. I see how you check out their hands every time they touched their dicks. You’re a faggot sissy Malik and there’s no sense in denying that shit, at least not to me.”
Malik wiped the tears from his eyes as his voice cracked as he attempted to reply to the accusation.
“It seems to me since you claim to know so much about me, then that would mean that you’re checking me out which means, you could be gay.”
“Look man, it’s not about gay or straight, that’s just some made up shit. When no one else is around, and the lights go down, you and I both know, you want this dick.” The buffed older guy snapped as he gripped his fully hard cock and smiled at his astonished friend.
“Alright, that’s about enough, I am outa here, You need to sleep that shit off man, cause you’ve lost it.” Malik charged as he attempted to climb back into the apartment. However, DJ quickly snatched and held his arm firmly.
“Okay, let’s make a deal, just me and you. I’ll bet you ten dollars, right here and right now, that I will give you that money…nah fuck that, my I’ll up the stakes just to prove a point. I’ll give you fifty dollars right now to prove it.”
“What do I have to do?”
“Prove to me that you’re not a dick loving faggot, baby.”
“I don’t understand, why do I have to do to win the bet?”
“I just told you, prove to me that you’re not a faggot.”
“And how can I prove that?” Malik volleyed.
“Do you agree to the bet?” DJ said as he gripped his cock tightly and move closer and blocked his friend’s path back into the bedroom.
“Alright, and what if I lose?”
“You stop playing bullshit, and suck this shit right here.” DJ stated.
“I…I don’t think I want to…”
“You think I’m stupid man, you can’t take the bet, cause you know you’ll lose the bet.”
“Why?”
“Because of…this,” DJ placed one hand on Malik’s waist, reached around with the other, and took hold of his hardness.
“Oh shit, what are you doing DJ, please stop!”
“I bet you like that shit, don’t you sissy. You can’t fool me. You lost the bet, you said alright, so pay the fuck up.”
“Huh…wait DJ please man, you can’t be serious.” Malik cried and yet the urge to reach out and touch the hard flesh became irresistible.
“You know you want to. It’s after 2 in the am baby, so let’s just be real and honest for once. Come on get down on your knees and take advantage of this opportunity.
“But suppose someone see…”
The reluctance was all his friend needed to release his full aggression on the smaller young man. As his large hand covered Malik’s mouth and he used the other to force him down on his knees.
‘You can’t fight this shit Lik. You’re a bitch, and it’s time we both come to terms with that shit. Now kiss the head of that dick and put it in your mouth and suck it. Come on bitch, do what I tell ya.”
Helplessly spellbound and highly aroused, Malik dropped to his knees, extended his hand to lift the powerfully hard flesh and planted a soft kiss on the partially skin covered crown.
In spite of his initial reluctance, Malik easily adapted to sucking the long, thick tool in his warm, moist mouth. The sensations made his toes curl and the manly scent between this man’s legs made his nostrils flare out rapidly.
“Yeah baby, do that shit, little faggot. Tryin to act like you’re new to this, bitch, this ain’t nothin new for you. Tell me you like sucking that dick sissy?” DJ ordered.
“Yes,” Malik groaned as he nursed the warm, hard flesh in his mouth.
“Yeah, yeah, I know. I can tell. That’s who you are, and you look so cute when you do it too. Your cheeks look so hot when they hollow out with all that dick between them. Go ahead baby, slurp that meat up, kiss that shit all over.
DJ’s large hand easily palmed the head of his best friend and methodically pushed more of his cock inside Malik’s mouth.
“I swear, you suckin that shit, like you been dreamin bout it. You had dreams about suckling on this big dick, haven’t you pussy?”
“Yesssss. I love how it feels inside my mouth. It’s so strong, so warm, so big, and with so many big veins. I love sucking it, and I always wanted to.” The younger man declared as he smooched and made love to the tool that filled her mouth with copious loads of precum.
DJ glanced across the street and saw a few people as they passed by.
“Listen up pussy, some people are across the street but don’t you worry about them I’ ain’t about to let you get away from your job. Now, put your back against the wall, and I’ll stand in front of you. Between the darkness, the shadows and my body, ain’t nobody gonna see shit. They might speculate but they can’t be sure, so you just keep sucking…that…damn baby you got my dick twitching already.
To Malik this was like music to his undersexed ears. Long had he dreamt and imagined this moment, with him on his knees and sucking his best friend’s extra long caramel coated fuck log.
“Tell me why you like sucking Lik, does it turn you on to suck it, come on, tell me what’s up?”
“I love sucking it, it tastes so nasty good.”
DJ kept his hand at the back of Malik’s head to prevent it from hitting the wall behind him, nevertheless, he pumped his hard body rapidly and literally face-fucked his friend’s mouth.
“Hmm, yeaaah, suck it, baby.” The buffed young stud chanted as he quickened his urgent pace. He ignored the voices down on the street, as he literally assaulted Malik’s mouth with his powerful dark lumber.
“Are you thirsty, bitch…huh…” he asked as he rose up on his toes, cradled the sissy’s head as he felt his hot juice as it shot up through the base of his cock.
“It don’t matter anyway, cause I’m gonna fill your belly up with this…aaaarrrrgggghhh…aww fuckin right baby, yeaaaah, swallow them seeds.” The beefy black lion moaned deeply as he flooded, the sissy’s mouth with his hot, stinky sperm.
DJ attempted to back away, but Malik clutched and held his cock firmly as he continued to suck it with an urgent passion. He slid his hands about DJ’s muscular torso and moaned meekly.
“Hmm, fuck yeah. I’m bringing all that freak out in you, faggot. Feel my body, get off on touching me faggot. I know you always wanted to…right…huh…answer me bitch.’ He demanded then slapped Malik’s face, playfully.
“Yesss, it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I love how it looks, how it feels. I could suck you all night.” Malik cooed as he nursed the big black dick.
“You think I don’t know that. Shit, I’ve been fucking sissies like you for as long as I can remember. I groomed you just right and now you’re a little pussy for my big black dick, right?”
“Please don’t speak to me like that DJ, I don’t want to be a bitch.” Malik protested.
“Hun, it’s way too late for that shit. I ain’t tryin to make you something that you always were. You’ve always been a cock-sucking, wannbe, dick loving faggot. Tell the truth pussy, let me hear you say it in your own words.” The steel hard man snapped confidently.
“I love sucking your big dick DJ, it feels so good.”
“Sure, it does, but I’m not finished with your faggot-ass, just yet, Let’s go back inside.’ DJ ordered as he took Malik’s hand and guided him back inside his bedroom.
“Do me a favor freak. Get that oil out the top drawer and get that little bottle next to it.”
“Hey, wait DJ, I don’t know. I’m not ready to…you know?”
“Did I give you the impression that you had a choice? Bitch let’s get something straight. The second you put your mouth on my cock, sucked it and swallowed my seed, you are already my bitch, so stop pretending you don’t want this shit as much as I do. Now follow my orders.”
As Malik went over to the drawer and searched for the items his friend requested, DJ quickly walked over to the closet, swung open the door, and tossed out the clothes and on top of the bed.
“Ok, good job punk, now suck daddy’s dick some more.”
Immediately, the younger man dropped to his knees and sucked his new daddy’s cock with a ravishing hungry.
“Fuck yeah, I know you want this shit. This is gonna hurt, but after a while, after you get used to it, you’re gonna love how it feels up inside that hot, tight little pussy you got.” DJ declared.
Malik slid his mouth completely down the buffed man’s Johnson and flickered her tongue just above the nutsack.
“Okay shit bitch, you bout to make me blow another load, and I will…but not down your throat, this nutt is going right up that ass-pussy. You want that right, isn’t that what you’ve been dreaming about hoe?”
“Yes, but I’m afraid. Malik cried.
“Every sissy is the first time, but I know how to handle little pussy boys like you. Believe me, baby, in a few minutes, you’re gonna be begging me to get your faggot-ass pregnant.” He snickered. “Lean up against that wall in the closet.
“What about your mother?” Malik asked.
“What about her, since she injured her knee, she’s been on so much d**gs, when she goes to sleep at night nothing, short of an earthquake’s gonna wake her up so prepare to get that ass fucked.
DJ snatched the jar of oil from Malik spread it about his fingers and slowly slid one, then two inside Malik’s anal entrance.
“How’s that feel Lik?”
‘It feels, oooh it feels so good.”
“That’s just the appetizer, baby, I am going to smash, this ass.” The buffed hunk slapped the fat booty then dropped to one knee, spread Malik’s ass cheeks and tongue speared his hungry sphincter.
“Look at you, pushing back on my fingers, yeah boi, you are about to become the property of a big black dick man. Take that small bottle, take off the top, and take one long deep sniff.
Malik complied as he removed the bottle top and sniffed.
As he did this, DJ quickly took off his boxers and slid them over Malik’s head.
‘Now you can just be some pseudonymous hoe I’m fucking.” DJ snickered.
“Now, this is how it’s gonna go down.” DJ growled as he leaned forward, pressed his enormous, hard, cock along Malik’s ass crack, took hold of the sissy’s small waist, pressed his hard chest into his back, then yanked Malik’s hair back, licked, kissed, bit his shoulders, and finally whispered in his ear.
“I’m gonna fuck the living shit outa you, you know that, right faggot. I’m gonna breed your ass right, here, and right now.”
“Oh shit, please DJ, go slow, this is my first time and…ouch!” The sissy cried as the superior young man slapped his head.
‘”I ain’t ask you all that shit. You stay in a sissy’s place and you’ll be fine. Here’s the trick and I hope you’re clean. All you gotta do is push as if you’re trying to take a big ass dump as I push inside you and it’ll go right inside you.”
“But it’s gonna hurt.” Malik cried.
‘I don’t give a fuck about that and you shouldn’t either, cause ain’t no doubt about it. You’re about to get fucked…period. He stated as he spread a copious portion of oil on Malik’s hot and ready ass.
“Okay, it’s gonna be okay, I’ll take…my time.”
“oooOOOO…OOH…OOOHSHIT!” Malik cried just as the buffed man quickly covered his mouth with his big hands.
Malik’s body shivered violently for just a moment, as his underused sphincter collapsed and allowed the big dick head to purge into the anal valley within him.
“Ah yeah, this ass is soo sweat, I love the way it feels all around my dick, baby…this is what it is all…about.” DJ moaned as he slowly and patiently pushed his big black dick deeper and deeper inside the fearful sissy. However, after several painful moments, the huge dick stretched out Malik’s ass canal but also pressed tightly against his prostate and sent ripples of pleasure throughout his overstuffed body.
In a lustful heated passion, Malik moaned softly.
“Oh daddy, it feels so good, you’re big ass dick has me feeling so…so full.”
‘Yeah, I love hearing you say freaky, nasty shit like that, and here’s your reward.’
With that said, the brute hard senior man, clutched his sissy’s throat and put her to the dick, hard until her knees began to buckle. Soon a shiny coat of sweat formed between them as the ass hungry DJ fucked his best friend at a savage pace.
In a move to display his lust and sexual agility, DJ reached up and took hold of the closet pole, hoisted his feet up and planted them firmly on the wall, and commenced to go b**st-mode on the neophyte bitch. He fucked his friend like this for several minutes, then a devious smile grew on his face as if an idea had come to mind.
“Yeah, I guess you’re bringing the freak in me out too slut. Stay right there.”
DJ quickly located, and snatched a wire hanger, unwind it, then wrapped it around Malik's wrist, and the closet pole.
“Oh no, daddy, what are you going to do to…to meeee!”
“You are about to find out, anyway bitch, the hard way,” DJ growled as his hands gripped the pole right behind his friend's own bonded hands and stabbed his steel hard cock up and inside the hapless boy-pussy.
“Oh nooo, oooh shit…DJ your dick is killing my ass…ooooo…ssssss…it’s tearing me up, I take can’t…I can’t take it…any…more…I can’t stay on my feet!” Malik cried.
“Don’t worry sissy, I’ve always taken care of you, right?” DJ’s growled as he nibbled about Malik’s neck. His body shivered as he felt the jizz shoot up the length of his cock.
“Whoa yeah freak bitch, you want daddy’s babies…huh…you want these seeds…huh…huh.” He snapped as he slapped Malik’s ass with authority.

“YES!”
“Don’t worry bitch, I got you, I’ll take care of you cause you’re my bitch.” DJ proclaimed, as he wrapped one hand around Malik’s torso, pinched and twisted his breast nipples, then wrapped it around his waist to hold him securely, and wrapped his hand around her throat, as he pummeled up into the sissy without mercy.
Their bodies shook as if dipped in an icy cold bath. Malik rolled his eyes to the back of his head, and he fully submitted to his own anal destruction. He lifted and wrapped his calves around that of his new daddy to ensure he would plant his hot seeds. While DJ leaned in and passionately bit down into Malik’s shoulder. It was all he could do to prevent a loud roar as his huge cock gushed long, thick streams of hot cum inside his sissy’s hot ass-pussy.
Malik or as she was now known as Malika looked down at her frosty white toe and fingernails, stood up, and admired her shiny, rich, dark brown skin, big round booty, shapely legs, and medium-sized breast and smiled at the reflection in the mirror. Her thoughts flashed back quickly as she heard the doorbell ring. She made her way to the front door as the visions of her first daddy flooded her mind. his father was a former professional boxer, who was short on words but quick to kick some ass, and it seemed he passed on these qualities to his son DJ. In spite of her many warnings about what would happen if he didn’t learn to hold down his explosive temper, it didn’t surprise Malika to see her man carried away in handcuffs after he nearly beat a man to death over a fender bender on the highway. What did surprise and break her heart was the news that her first man was killed by a jail gang who had allegiance to the man he nearly killed on the street. That was a long time ago, and Malika came to realize that life goes on for all and she was quite happy with her new daddy who was tall, dark, strong, hard, and could put a serious beatdown on her booty hole.
Malika snatched opened the door and tossed her arms over her new daddy’s hard well-built frame. After a long sultry kiss. The handsome hunk hugged his girl as he scanned her from head to toe. He shook his head as he exclaimed.
“Boy baby, I can’t believe how sexy you look. Many might try to deny you in public but when the lights go off, those same people wouldn’t let you out of the bedroom. Shit how do you do it, baby, how do you look so fuckin sexy?”
With a sly, girly smile on her face, Malika answered.
“I had a lot of help.”

END