Killmonger's One-Shot Collection

Deadly Addictions

Ramone x Mirra x Erik

The weight of a thick cut cock thumping Mirra’s full lips and teeth was like a weighted blanket. The feel of it in her mouth was like a cigar at the end of a stressful day. The salt of the pre-cum was like bread on an empty stomach.

She filmed it because it turned her on and made her drip. Though her fan was paying good money for this hour of her time, she wasn’t doing it for the cash. Sucking cock was more than a career choice, it was a passion and a comfort.

She hated to say she had a problem. 

As she pumped her gas in the late afternoon, she couldn’t get her mind off of what had gone down in the Best Western hours before. Room 410, she’d gone in there and given that skinny black man the sloppiest top of his life and she’d gotten so turned on in the process, her panties were catching the liquid pearls of arousal.

Her thighs crossed and she shook her head at the man at the next pump. “What,” she snapped for him to point at the ground. She’d dropped a $50 bill. She smiled apologetically and returned to her daydream, the part where he planted his hands on the back of her neck and pulled her in so her nose was pressed hard on his pelvis, his dick down her throat. The click of the gas stopping synchronized with the big spurt of warm cum painting her uvula and she nearly came while standing. She took a deep breath and returned to the wheel, driving to her parents’ home where she was expected for a dinner at least once a month.

Her parents were of the hippie variety and did not judge her career or her personal style unlike her extended family, and that was the way Mirra liked it. She felt welcomed to be herself which made sense considering her mother, Janie, was also a sex worker in her younger days. Her studio work could be found on VHS under an alias if you searched Amazon or Ebay’s retro porn selection hard enough. She always understood that Mirra had to make her own way doing what she wanted to do. Mirra was a very stubborn woman, since she was a child.

“You got cum in your hair,” her little brother Monroe teased passing a hand over her head when he finally left his cave. He was fifteen and taller than her at twenty-four. She tripped him ignoring the loud thud he made.

“Mirra! Come help me chop these peppers,” her mom called. “You’re twenty-six,” she whispered when Mirra came near with puppy dog eyes. 

“He started it, Mommy.” Mirra laid on her mom’s arm, subtly sticking a tongue out at her little brother before helping with dinner. She peeled potatoes and chopped tomatoes then an english cucumber. She grabbed another, her mind fighting a VERY improper impulse until her mom took it from her hand. 

“That’s for the salad.”

“Of course, what else would it be for?”

“How’s DJ?”

“DJ? He.. We..,“ Mirra sighed. She knew this would happen. "We broke up.. But it wasn’t my fault, he knew what he was getting into.”

“So? Make it easier on the man. Reassure him! His woman is a porn star having sex on film with other men for the world to see. The male ego is fragile enough as is without you parading those men in front of him in his own house.”

“You talked to him? Behind my back?”

“When did I raise you to hurt people!”