"Oh fuck me! Yes! Fuck me right there baby -- that's my sp--- spot --" I moaned. I couldn't lie. That nigga was giving it to me. He was fucking me so hard, I felt like his dick was bouta come popping out through my belly button.
He had me sprawled out on all fours while he dug in me from behind. He was sweating like he was running a marathon and the look on his face confirmed that he indeed, was in ecstasy.
I knew that I was about to come soon cuz the nigga was hitting all the right spots. As many scenes as I've done, none of them were quite like this one. I get paid to fuck plenty of times, but this man was digging in them guts so good we had stopped listening to the damn director. And I wasn't even bothered if they had decided to deduct that shit out of my pay.
"Okay now we need a close up!" The guy called out from behind the camera.
But Rico had other things in mind. He ignored the tall dread head and pulled out of me.
Pop! 💦
I could feel the sprinkle of juices on my face once he yanked out his long shaft. I licked my lips tasting myself. "Mhmm--"
His eyes grew wide. He loved that shit. It turned him on and it made me even wetter from the shit he did to me.
I tasted good any way so I didn't mind.
I had been doing porn for about a year and a half and you can't tell me this wasn't suppose to be my profession. I mean, I loved making money and I loved fuckin, so this came hand in hand.
I jerked my head when I felt Rico's warm tongue swirl around my clit before he blew at it. That shit sent chills down my spine. I thought I was gonna squirt all over his face right then and there but I decided against it. I wanted to hold on a little while longer.
I knew as soon as I got home to Tank and his shriveled up dick, it was gonna ruin my entire day. So I enjoyed every minute of that young meat while I could.
I was only 21 but the man that had been in my life for the past year was old enough to be my daddy. Sherman Wildwood, or better known as Tank, was a 58 year old who retired in the drug game after his last bust. He was an ole G. Nobody was crazy enough to fuck with him, but they sure as hell didn't mind watching his bitch on tv with her shit all out in the camera.
He didn't mind either. Tank figured that I knew better. He figured that since he treated me right, ate me to sleep, and made sure that my family was well taken care of, I owed him my life. But little did he know, I was gon end his before he even got a chance to fuck mine up.
Niggas in Greenwood were scared of him. It's like they worshiped the ground that nigga walked on. Like he was God or something. I can understand that the man helped half of them boys eat, and he was like a father figure, but I mean damn! Ain't none of them whimps had nuts when he came around.
It had gotten so bad, them pussy niggas didn't even wanna holla at me no more. If you didn't pay to look in my direction, Tank wouldn't dare allow you to be in my presence.
But I was getting tired of that and knew that by him being so overprotective, he would never let me be. Tank had plenty of women around the city, but he dared me to fuck with anybody unless I was paid to. He told me that if he'd ever saw me with another man, he'll cut that nigga's dick off and then slit my throat. And I believed every word he said.
I had been around Sherman long enough to know that he meant every threat he made. I watched the man let a snake crawl up a bitch's pussy because she tried to set up one of his men to get robbed.
Being with him, I had saw a lot of ruthless shit. And I had a plan to get that nigga before he got to me.
I knew it was only a matter of time before he found out my secret. There was no way i was gonna be able to keep it from him much longer. I just needed to get with my girls to come up with a plan before it was too late.
