The Pussy Thief

I was wearing that bomb ass pussy out. Who knew Dime was a squirter. She came twice. back-to-back, soaking her juices all over my rock hard dick. That laces of my strap was cutting into my skin, but the thrill of seeing her climax pushed me further and further. My waist will be bruised and I knew I will have some cuts but I didn't care.

Exiting out of her, I continued my duties of swallowing all of her juices. My mouth was hot and my tongue a beast. Dime finally awoke with me between those thick thighs. My head bobbled like I was sucking some dick. Dime pussy tasted so delicious, that I hungered for more of her.

I guessed when she realized that her nightmare was true and I wasn't Paul, the bitch screamed at the top of her lungs, trying to alert her bodyguard to her presence. But no one would hear her in the sound proof office. not even Lunatic Larry, Dime's supposed to be bodyguard. She'll be all mines for the time being.

After two hours of ravishing her body, her panting and her tears. I left her body still humming from my assault. Dime cursed me and swore that one day I would pay with my life once she told Paul of what I've done.

"Thugg, you gone lost your mind, with fucking me. Paul's gonna kill you. you hear me, Paul gonna get you you bitch." Dime hatefully cursed me.

"Yeah whatever. He'd said everyone in this bitch was for the taking, so that includes your fine ass too." I spoke over my shoulder heading for the door.

"Not me. He didn't mean I was part of the plan." Dime spoke unbelieving of my verse.

"He didn't mention nothing of the sorts to me and to anyone else. Thanks for this sweet memory Dime...I'll catch you later." I laughed as I exit the room.

Following the trail back to the front room, I'd bumped into Lunatic Larry. A fine snow bunny was giving him a blow job and he was just drinking his favorite Hennessy and Sprite mix, like if she was not there at all. Larry was one crazy motherfucker. He'd gotten the Lunatic name for fucking his wife to death after he'd caught her cheating with some stupid fool down the street from his home. Larry did 15 years behind that shit and 7 more years of fucking almost everyone in his cell block. it got to the point that they put him in solitaire confinement until his parole.

"Yo Thugg, how's it hanging?" Larry slap hands with me.

"Two deep to shit." was my reply.

"No shit." Larry said laughing.

"No shit...you?" I asked.

"Nothing much. Just hanging around this bitch. Waiting for my chance to fuck any hoe in this place. where's there a hole...I should dig. you feel me." Larry told me with that weird sense of humor.

"Yeah I feel ya. Well I gotta bounce. heading upstate to plow the fields." I said moving towards the door.

"well stay safe my ninja. got to head upstairs and check on the queen I haven't seen in the last 2 hours now. must took a nap cause tonight looks like a long party. See ya, Thugg." Larry spoke after pushing that bitch off him, keeping his long shaft swinging as he made his way across the room.

I didn't wait for him to find her. I walked out into the cool air and disappeared into the night.

"Yo Paul, we got a problem. Thugg crossed the line with the Queen!" Larry said into the phone.

"Find that bitch and bring her to me...NOW!" Paul yelled back.

"Yes sir." Larry promised.