Date: Tue, 6 Sep 2005 16:27:07 -0700 (PDT)
From: jerome skorpio <j_skorpio_2005@yahoo.com>
Subject: Thug Cash Master, Part 2 (author, interr)

This story is porno-GRAPHIC fiction!
Should depictions of homosexual acts
or interracial domination offend your
sensibilities, read no further!!  If you
are under the age of consent, turn back
at once!!!



THUG CASH MASTER,
by Skorpio


Part Two: Whiteboy's Crib


Walking to the whiteboy's crib on the other side of
town took almost half an hour.  Brad stopped at a
liquor store for another six-pack of Steel Reserve
tallboys and a small bottle of Southern Comfort. Not
that Brad needed more to drink since he was already
three sheets to the wind, but he wanted to make sure
his latest piece of Black trade was drunk enough to
want his dick sucked.

Reese was asking himself how far he wanted to go
through with this scene before he simply beat the shit
out of this punk and took his money.  On the other
hand, a blowjob was starting to sound like a good
idea.  It wouldn't be the first time Reese let a fag
go down on him.  In the county jail where Reese did a
three year bid for possession, the brother not only
let whiteboys suck his dick, he made them do it.
Still, that was then. Reese had bitches now.

Brad rented a second floor apartment with two bedrooms
in an old row house. He told Reese to make himself
comfortable in the living room while he went to the
kitchen to put away the beer.   Reese looked around.

There was an old armchair and sofa in need of
upholstery, a  32 inch TV hooked up to a DVD player
and VCR.   Against one wall was a large desk with a
computer and printer.  A fan was in the window.  Empty
beer cans here and there.

Reese flopped down on the sofa and grabbed the remote.
 Seeing there was a tape in the VCR, he pressed Play.
It turned out to be a porno movie: two brothers
double-teaming a white slut with enormous titties and
bottomless pussy.

Reese was stretched out, idly rubbing his crotch when
Brad returned with beer for both of them and a fat
joint.

"Oh yahhh, that's what I'm talking' about!" Reese
exclaimed, placing the joint between his lips.

Brad knew what was expected of him.

"You've got my lighter," he said, uncertainly.

"Get another one," Reese snapped. "Hurry up! You gonna
spark this or not?"

Brad quickly located another lighter and ignited the
joint.

Reese smoked the entire joint by himself, down to a
small roach.  Taking one last puff, Reese stretched
his arms across the back of the sofa, and leaned back,
looking up at the ceiling as he exhaled a plume of
blue smoke. He grunted with satisfaction and studied
the porn on TV through narrowed, smoke-glazed eyes.

"You can make yourself comfortable, if you want," Brad
suggested.

"Whatchu mean?" Reese muttered, his dark eyes fixed on
the TV screen where a brother stood over a white woman
with his long black cock sliding in and out of her
mouth.

Brad said, "You can take your shoes off, if you want.
I know it's hot in here.

Reese decided that he had this faggot right where he
wanted him: might as well remind the bitch know who
was in charge.

"Why dontchu take `em off for me," said Reese.

"Uh, okay, sure."

Brad got down on his knees and unlaced the thug's size
12 Timberlands. Just as Brad was about to remove one
of the boots, Reese said, "I think my boots are dirty,
what do you think?"

"They look a little dirty, I guess," Brad agreed,

"Why don't you get them clean for me. You can use your
tongue."

This was the deciding moment. Reese had made his move
and Brad knew it. There was no turning back. Brad
realized that Reese had his number and was pressing
the advantage.

Nervous, but feeling his cock stiffen with desire,
Brad did as he was told.  He ran his tongue along the
toe and instep of one boot, then the other.
Boot-licking was not something Brad had ever done
before except in his fantasies.

"Aiiiiight, enough of that shit, yo!" snarled Reese.
"Why don't you git busy on my dick! That's what you
want, ain't it? You wanna suck some black dick
tonight? Huh, whiteboy?"

Reese pushed his sweatpants halfway down his thighs.
He wasn't wearing any underwear. His large dark brown
cock hung between his legs, maybe six inches long, not
even hard, but plump and thick.  Brad stared in silent
fascination.

This was a real man's cock. It was nothing like the
little white worm that he called a cock, which even
hard did not equal Reese's cock in its flaccid state.

Brad wondered how big Reese's cock would actually
expand just before he took the plunge and wrapped his
mouth around it. He soon found out.

Reese's cock grew almost twice as big as soon as it
entered the whiteboy's warm, moist mouth and forced
its way down the tight, hot throat.

Years of sucking big black dicks had taught Brad how
to deep throat like a whore, but even Brad had trouble
taking all that Reese had to shove down his gullet.

Like a hard, thick, black iron pipe, Reese's
cock slid in and out of Brad's throat, ten inches of
Mandingo meat.

Shit, thought Reese, this was fucking decent. He
grabbed Brad by the ears with both hands and worked
his head up and down on his long black cock, faster
and harder until his nuts churned and he couldn't hold
back the flood of hot, thick sperm, shooting down
Brad's throat, gushing over his lips like foam.

Reese pulled out his cock and stroked it, squeezing
out several more spurts, covering Brad's face with
hot, dripping cum.  Reese was breathing hard. He lay
back against the sofa, his broad, muscular chest
glistening with sweat.

Brad was on his knees, catching the cum that oozed
from the tip of his nose to his lips.

Reese glanced down with a cold sneer of contempt.

"You liked that shit, huh?"

"Yes, thank you, it was great," said Brad eagerly,
already wondering if he would get the chance to suck
that big black cock again, but feeling in the pit of
his stomach that something bad was about to happen.

And the strange thing was, whatever it might be, Brad
wanted it.  Brad didn't care.  He was in whiteboy
heaven with the taste of cum in his throat.  He felt
truly dominated for the first time.  This was nothing
like the internet fantasies he engaged in.  This was
real.

"If you liked that," said Reese, "you gonna LOVE
this!"

And with that, Reese balled up his right fist and
punched Brad hard in the jaw.

Bammmm!!!

Brad tumbled over and lay unconscious on the floor at
Reese's feet.



TO BE CONTINUED...

IN PART THREE: CASH MASTER