Dirty Heat

by Cairo

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  I blink.

  What the fuck is he talkin’ about?!

  If this muhfucka came at me like this on the bricks, I’d beat the shit outta his muthafuckin’ ass; word is bond.

  I go over to where I posted my ad. Oh shit! Sure ’nough, my shit’s in the men’s section. What the fuck?! How that shit happen?

  Now ain’t this some bullshit, I think, quickly deletin’ the ad, shakin’ my head. I can’t believe I was even considerin’ that shit.

  Yeah, muhfucka, ya ass trippin’!

  I take another pull off my blunt. You know you ain’t about that life.

  I delete all his emails. Then finish off my blunt.

  Pussy-ass muhfucka!

  FOUR

  “Penelope, you cock tramp! You fucking bitch! You slutty white-trash whore!”

  I blink.

  “Yes, Peter, yes! Call me filthy names, you little dick fuck! Oh, God, yes! Mmm, mmm, mmmm…yes, yes, yesssss! I’m a slutty whore for big black cock!”

  I slow my dick strokes. Blink again.

  Yo, what the fuck…?

  “Yeah, you filthy cunt-whore! Take that big black dick for me, you gutter rat whore!”

  I frown. But then—as this broad beneath me starts to whimper ‘n’ moan—shit becomes clear. This is a part of some kinda sick game these two muhfuckas get off on.

  Name-callin’.

  Slut-shamin’.

  Cock-shamin’.

  I didn’t sign up for this extra shit ‘n’ it’s kinda fuckin’ wit’ my groove. But I have to keep remindin’ myself that I’m here for this paper. So I keep strokin’, keep thrustin’, keep glidin’ my dick in ‘n’ outta this broad’s soft, wet hole.

  I glance down at her clit peekin’ through a patch of red pubic hair. This bitch’s pussy is hairy as fuck, but surprisingly trimmed to perfection, almost like a well-manicured lawn.

  She moans.

  “You like that big dick, Penelope?”

  “Yes, yes, yes…ohfortheloveofeverythinggoodandwholesome… ohhhh, this dick feels so delicious, Peter. Mmm…Peter…oooh, yes, yes…you did good this time, Peter, baby. Uhh, oooh…mmm…”

  Dude grunts. “Yeah, fuck her good…aaah, yeah…fuck my wife’s sweet, tight cunt with your long, black dick. Uh, uh, aaah…my cock’s so hard watchin’ you take my wife’s pussy.”

  This Peter Pecker muhfucka hit me up this mornin’ sayin’ he wanted a Cuckold-type situation. I’d never heard of the shit before. But it’s some shit he ‘n’ his wife get into. He likes watchin’ his wife get fucked by other muhfuckas. I wish the fuck I would sit back ‘n’ watch another muhfucka run his dick up in my girl. But, hey, it’s whatever. His wife, her pussy, they can do what they want wit’ it.

  I cut my eye over at him. “Yeah, muhfucka,” I groan, grippin’ his wife’s milky white hips ‘n’ pushin’ my dick up in her. “You like watchin’ ya wife take all this black dick?”

  I ease in real slow, get half of my dick in, then pull out to the head. Fuck her with the tip, then ease back in. I can’t front, this bitch’s pussy is mad tight ‘n’ juicy. And she got some big-ass tits wit’ thick pink nipples.

  “Oh Peter, baby,” Pink Tits moans. “Look at how wet the masked man’s dick gets my pretty pink cunt. Mmm…don’t you wish you had a big cock like this?”

  I’m wearin’ a black ski mask, per this Peter muhfucka’s request, but sweatin’ like a muthafuckin’ racehorse in it. This shit got my face itchin’ ‘n’ shit.

  He groans. “Yeah. I want me a big, shiny black cock to fuck all up in your slutty walls. Penelope, my sweets, I can smell your wet, slutty cunt way over here.”

  “Yes! Yes! My cunt is so slutty, Peter, my love…Oh, God, yes…this sweet black bull is fucking me so good…”

  Sweet black bull?

  I pull out, slide my dick up ‘n’ down the front of her wet slit, then smack her clit wit’ the head of my dick.

  Pink Tits moans again.

  “You want this dick?”

  “Yes,” she mutters, bitin’ her bottom lip.

  “Beg for it.”

  “Please. Give me your long, hard dick, you big black bull…”

  Big black bull?

  I keep tracin’ my dick over her slit.

  “Oooh, pretty please. Feed my pussy that big dick.” She slides a hand down between her legs. Thrusts her hips up ‘n’ tries to get my dick to sink in.

  I slap her hand away. Slap her clit wit’ my dick. “Nah. Keep beggin’ for this shit.”

  She begs for it. “Please, please…ohhh, please let me have that dick… oh, God, please…I beg of you. My pussy begs of you…fuck us!”

  I glance at the time. It’s 12:17 p.m. I’ve been here for almost a half hour. They’re only payin’ for an hour worth of dick. Four hunnid dollars’ worth, to be exact.

  The most I’ve made, yet, for servin’ up this dick.

  I plunge inside her, hard; amazed at how fuckin’ wet she is, like a river.

  “Yes!” she gasps as she lifts her legs ‘n’ bends at the knees, openin’ herself to me, wider, allowin’ me to go in deeper. “Fuck me! Hard!”

  I slam in deep.

  “Harder!”

  I slam in harder.

  “Harder!”

  Her pussy grabs my dick.

  “Oh yes, oh yes…faster! Fuck me!”

  Aaah, shit, this bitch can take some dick…

  Peter Pecker grunts, strokin’ his dick. “Yeah, fuck my wife wit’ that big, ole black nigga cock.”

  What the fuck?! Did this cracker muhfucka just call me a nigga?

  I know these muhfuckas payin’ for a service ‘n’ shit, but this muhfucka callin’ me a nigga done took shit to a whole other level. But aiight. Since he wanna play those kinda games, I got some shit for his cracker ass. Real shit.

  I stretch Pink Tits’ shit open, then start slammin’ her guts up, twistin’ one of her nipples.

  Her pussy starts gushin’.

  “Oh, shit. You like that, huh, bitch?”

  She cries out, clawing the sheets. “Oh, Peter, he’s so big. Uhh, uhh, uhh…ohgod, ohgod…”

  I keep twistin’ her clit, tryna twist the muhfucka off.

  She screams in ecstasy, her body shakin’, her pussy pulsin’ over the shaft of my dick.

  “Shut the fuck up, cracker bitch,” I say, slappin’ her right titty, then her left.

  Whap!

  Whap!

  “Aaaaaah!” she screams, archin’ up. “Yessssss! Sweet heavens! Hurt me, Masked Man! Yessss! Whip my breasts!”

  Whap!

  Whap!

  I slam into her. Pull out. Slam back in. Then speed-fuck her, poundin’ into her wit’ fast, hard thrusts, makin’ her big-ass titties jiggle ‘n’ her pussy juice splash.

  Peter Pecker groans, whackin’ his dick all wild ‘n’ shit.

  “Pinch my clit, you masked fucker!” Pink Tits snaps.

  “Oh, shit. You wanna talk shit, huh, bitch?” I reach for her pink, swollen clit. It’s all slick ‘n’ slippery from her juices. I pinch it between my fingers, then twist that shit.

  I can’t front, this bitch ‘n’ Peter Pecker got my head kinda fucked up wit’ how raw they get down in the sheets. But the shit’s got me turnt up. Got my dick harder than it’s been wit’out tossin’ back that Cuervo.

  She shrieks, her head thrashes. “Yes! Yes! Oh Peter, Peter, Peter! Oh, how my pussy aches. It’s on fire!”

  Peter Pecker grunts again. His body starts jerkin’.

  “No, no, no!” Pink Tits yells. “Don’t you come, yet, Peter! Don’t you dare let that little piggy sausage of dick of yours come before I do!”

  “Uh, uh, uh, Penelope, my sweets, I can’t help myself. I’m too far gone, my love. Watching that big, fat nigga cock all up in your sweet white pussy has me so fucking hot! Uhhhh! Aaah! Aaaah!”

  Pink Tits cries out. “You worthless bastard, Peter! Don’t you dare come, baby! I’ll have your cock caged if you do.” />
  He groans.

  I cut my eye over at him again. He’s stopped strokin’ his shit ‘n’ is sittin’ on his hands.

  What the fuck?

  Both of these freaky muhfuckas got me ready to bust. But I ain’t ready to let loose yet. Not until I punish this freak-bitch ‘n’ her creamy white pussy. I pull out. “Turn the fuck over,” I snap, yankin’ her up.

  I’m surprised when she leaps up all happy ‘n’ shit ‘n’ gets up on all fours. She tosses her red hair, rollin’ her hips ‘n’ makin’ her ass shake.

  Damn, this bitch gotta fat ass.

  I slap it.

  She moans. “Ooh, yes, yes! Fuck me deep! Fuck me hard!”

  I slap her ass again. It reddens ‘n’ she cries out some more.

  “Shut the fuck up!” I bark. “That Peter Pecker muhfucka over there wanna talk that nigga talk, so now I’ma bust ya cracker ass open.”

  “Ooh, yes, Masked Man! I thought you’d never ask! Take my ass with your big black cock!”

  “Get that muthafuckin’ head down ‘n’ ass up, bitch!”

  She does what she’s told.

  I pull open her ass cheeks ‘n’ my eyes pop open. This bitch gotta ass plug stuffed deep in her ass. And, word is bond, this kinky shit is sexy as fuck, yo.

  She tells me to pull it out. Then calls out to Peter Pecker ‘n’ tells him to come suck it clean. I pull the plug outta her ass, starin’ at her gapin’ hole as Peter Pecker takes the dick-shaped plug from me ‘n’ licks it, then sucks it into his mouth.

  I slam my dick into her ass. She yelps ‘n’ jumps.

  “Nah, fuck that. Don’t run from this dick now.” I grab her by the back of the head ‘n’ snatch her neck back, ridin’ her ass like she’s a pony. And she’s takin’ all of me, every thick inch. I ain’t no lil’-dick muhfucka, but this broad is takin’ this shit like a pro.

  “Yes, goddamn you! You, you motherfucker! Fuck me, Masked Man! Stretch my ass out so wide until my loving Peter’s little piggy dick gets lost inside it.”

  She cries out for Peter Pecker. Calls him to her. Tells him to slide underneath us. Suck on her pussy.

  The freaky muhfucka quickly hops up, practically runnin’ over to the bed, positioning himself in front of her, then twistin’ his body until he is on his back wit’ his face underneath her juicy cunt.

  He starts suckin’ her while I’m poundin’ her ass out.

  Pink Tits screams. Her body jerks. Then the bitch starts sprayin’ juices all over Peter Pecker’s face.

  That does it for me.

  “Aaaah, shit, muthafuck…I’m gettin’ ready to bust this nut…!”

  Peter Pecker groans.

  “Aah, shit, Peter Pecker, this white bitch got some good ass…uh, aaah…”

  He groans into Pink Tits’ pussy.

  She moans loudly, reachin’ for this Peter muhfucka’s dick—that ain’t really all that lil’ like she says it is, but compared to my shit, I guess it is—and starts strokin’ it.

  “Yes, you big, black bull! Come for me! Flood my sweet white ass with your big black cock cream!”

  I groan. Grip her hips. Then fuck my head up when I start growlin’ like some wild animal ‘n’ bite into her neck.

  I nut…hard.

  Pink Tits cries out ‘n’ starts cummin’ outta her ass. I press my sweaty chest up against her clammy back ‘n’ squeeze her titties, still grindin’ out the last bit of my nut into her hot ass.

  I can’t front. This shit was good.

  When I finally pull outta her ass, my condom is soaked in her ass juices ‘n’ flooded wit’ my nut.

  I roll the condom off, then make my way toward the bathroom to flush it. But Pink Tits stops me.

  “No, wait. Let me feed it to my darling husband.”

  I frown, glancin’ over at Peter Pecker. He’s still on the bed, on his knees. His face is wet, his lips glazed, from his wife’s juices. He licks his lips in anticipation when I hand his wife the sticky condom.

  I stand here, trippin’ the fuck out as she walks over ‘n’ shoves the condom into his mouth. And the muhfucka chews it like she’s just rolled a stick of cum-flavored gum into his mouth.

  Goddamn. These muhfuckas are nasty…

  FIVE

  “Here, babe,” I say, handin’ Nivia three hunnid dollars. “It ain’t much, but it’s a lil’ pocket change for you.”

  I don’t tell her about the other five hunnid I got tucked away ’cause I ain’t tryna explain no more than I have’ta.

  She frowns. Eyes the paper in my hand suspiciously, before reluctantly takin’ it. “Where’d you get this?”

  I swallow. “ ’Member that cat I told you I helped move?”

  She raises a brow. “Uh, yeah…”

  On some real shit, I ain’t wit’ lyin’ to my girl. But I know the shit I’m doin’ to make a few dollars ain’t somethin’ she’s gonna be down wit’ ‘n’ I ain’t beat for a buncha beefin’ about shit she told me to get out ‘n’ do in the first place.

  “Hell, go out and sling dick if that’s gonna keep these bills paid…”

  Maybe she ain’t really mean that shit. Still, she said it. And, guess what? The shit’s puttin’ a few extra dollars in my pocket ‘n’ allows me to pay some’a these bills.

  What I’m doin’ isn’t wrong. But it ain’t really right, either.

  Still, it’s easy paper. And it’s doin’ somethin’ I love to do. Fuck. And get this dick sucked. And, yeah, aiight…I might have’ta shit on a few nasty muhfuckas here ‘n’ there. Whatever. If muhfuckas are willin’ to pay for a lil’ pleasure, why shouldn’t I be the one to help them fulfill some of their freaky desires?

  Real shit…as far as I see it, it’s a win-win situation.

  My mind reels back to Peter Pecker ‘n’ his wife, Pink Tits. Now them two are some freaky muhfuckas. Do you know after that nasty muhfucka chewed up my nut-flooded condom, Pink Tits started kissin’ him.

  Then, right after he finished chewin’ out my nut, Pink Tits told him to spit the condom out into the toilet, then flush it. He did. Then she started yellin’ at him. Callin’ him all types of fucked-up names.

  “You worthless bastard! You lousy fuck! Look at you, you useless piece of shit! You let that Masked Man fuck my pussy, then tear my ass to shreds with his big horse cock and you did nothing, worthless fuck! You let him fuck me! Oh, how good he fucked me, you selfish bastard…!”

  The muhfucka started whining like a lil’ bitch, beggin’ her for forgiveness.

  “You want forgiveness, lil’ piggy dick?!”

  “Yes, my sweets. Forgive me, my love. Please…”

  “Then you had better beg the Masked Man to stay ‘n’ watch what comes next.”

  Peter Pecker looked over at me. “Please, Mister Masked Man. Stay.”

  I frowned. “Yo, I ain’t signin’ up for this extra shit, yo.”

  “Please. I’m begging you. I’ll double your fee. Plus throw in a bonus.”

  Enough said. The muhfucka had me sold. Even though I wanted to get the fuck up outta there, he had me with that “I’ll double your fee” shit. Plus, on some low-low type shit, my nosey ass kinda wanted to stay ‘n’ see what else they were about to get into. And, word is bond, yo…them muhfuckas didn’t disappoint.

  “On the bed, you sad, pathetic fuck!” Pink Tits told him.

  Peter Pecker eagerly did what he was told, practically droolin’ as he spread out on the bed. Real shit, I though Pink Tits was about to fuck him or some shit until I peeped her walkin’ over to the other side of the room ‘n’ yankin’ Peter Pecker’s thick leather belt from the loops of his khakis tossed on the floor.

  Peter Pecker was stretched out on his stomach, grindin’ his cock into the mattress, waitin’.

  Pink Tits doubled the belt ‘n’ snapped it together, the leather crackin’ loudly.

  Oh shit! This bitch’s about to whoop this muhfucka’s ass…

  “Get on your knees, you pathetic bastard!”

  This muh
fucka hoisted his ass in the air, then yelled out, “Yes, my love…whip my horny, white ass!”

  Pink Tits slapped the belt across his ass.

  Whap!

  Whap!

  Whap!

  She whooped the shit outta Peter Pecker until his ass turned red ‘n’ bruised. Five, ten, twenty whacks to the ass wit’ the belt, then the bitch dropped the belt ‘n’ started lickin’ over his ass cheeks, pullin’ his dick to the back ‘n’ strokin’ it.

  I couldn’t believe the shit I was watchin’. But I ain’t gonna front. The shit kinda made my dick hard ‘n’ I couldn’t help but stroke my shit, watchin’ as she made Peter Pecker nut, then licked his shit clean.

  Pink Tits walked me to the door, then leaned in ‘n’ kissed me on the cheek. “Thanks for a fabulous time. Are you free next week? Same time?”

  I smirked. “No doubt. I’ll be back for some more of that sweet ass.”

  “It’s all yours for the taking,” she said, before shuttin’ the door behind me.

  Real shit, two hours of sex play ‘n’ I walked up outta Peter Pecker’s crib wit’ nine crisp Ben Frankies; eight hunnid for my company ‘n’ another hunnid as bonus for stayin’ longer.

  • • •

  “I did some more work for him earlier today,” I say, pushin’ this morning’s ep in the back of my mind. “Turns out dude’s a butcher ‘n’ has a lil’ butcher shop over in the city. One of his workers is out on some kinda medical leave so dude’s gonna let me fill in until cat gets back…”

  “Oh,” she says, tryna decide if she wants to believe the shit I’m spittin’ or not.

  “I mean, it’s only temporary ‘n’ the pay ain’t much, but it’s straight cash, feel me? And we can def use the ends until I can snatch up a job wit’ some benefits ‘n’ shit.”

  A slow smile eases over her pillow-soft lips. “How many days a week are you gonna be working?”

  I tell her maybe like two or three—maybe four, dependin’ on how busy shit gets. “It’s only for a few hours a day, so I’ll be home before the kids get out of school.”

  She tucks the money into her bra. “Well, then, congratulations, baby. And thank you for the money.”