Date: Sun, 25 Jun 2006 00:03:05 -0700 (PDT)
From: Always Real <gottabedauno@yahoo.com>
Subject: Servicing My Thug Neighbor Ty Part 7

	It was a weekday evening, and my mother was gone to work.  I was at
home alone, lying on my bed in only my jockstrap watching a porn flick.  My
legs were extended upwards as I was playing with my hot leaking and
twitching ass hole as my dick leaked precum through the fabric of the
strap.
	Just as I was about to pull my dick out and jack off, my cell phone
rang.  Looking at the caller ID, I saw that it was Ty.  I immediately
answered.  "Hello?"
	"Sup nigga," he said.  "I need you over here at my place in ten
minutes.  Make sure u got on yo jockstrap and a doo-rag `round yo head."
	Before I could reply, the line went dead.  So I jumped up, quickly
grabbing my black doo-rag and tying is around my head, threw a pair of
white tennis shorts on and a thin white t-shirt and headed out the kitchen
door, across our driveway, and over to Ty's backdoor.
	He opened the before I even knocked, and suddenly I gust of
marijuana smoke engulfed my nostrils.  I think I caught an immediate
contact high from the extremely potent chronic and stumbled inside after Ty
motioned for me to enter.
	He stopped me in his kitchen in front of the stairwell that led
down to the basement.  "My cousin Jason is down in the basement," he said
in a low tone.  He's in the bathroom snorting some powder right now and
about to take a quick shower. I want you to be buck naked on the sofa bed
on your stomach with the lights off.  Have your face at the edge of the bed
facing the bathroom door so when he comes out he can just stick his dick in
your mouth.  When he gets ready to fuck you, guide his dick into that ass.
Now get down on yo knees."
	I obeyed as he pulled a baggie out of his Iceberg jeans and a key
with one hand and unzipped his pants with the other.  He fished his
semi-hard dick out through the front slit of his boxers and thrust it into
my mouth.  As he pushed the rod into my warm mouth, he dipped the key into
the baggie and then stuck the powder filled key under my nostril.
	"Sniff this nigga," he ordered.
	I took a break from sucking long enough to snort the dope.  In a
matter of two seconds tiny beads of sweat broke out on my forehead, an
electric shock shot up my spine, and my head felt as if it was going to
spin off my neck.
	Ty laughed and grabbed the back of my head.  He began to fuck my
face in earnest as he used his other hand to take a bump of the dope
himself.
	"Nigga, this is some hot new shit my cousin just brought in from
Miami," Ty said as he shook his head back and forth as he felt the extreme
rush of the dope.  His dick suddenly without warning hardened and expanded
so much in my mouth that my jaws began to hurt.  In a sudden burst of
energy he pushed the back of my head against the wall, shoved his dick to
the back of my throat, and unleashed a flood of cum with an animalistic
roar.  His dick kept shooting stream after stream of thick salty semen down
my throat and then into my mouth as Ty slowly pulled his manhood out of my
mouth.  The final stream jetted onto my thick lips, and I licked my lips
clean as soon as I had finished swallowing every last drop of Ty's
delicious cum.  I was surprised by the fact that the thuggish stallion had
shot off in less than a minute of me blowing him.
	He shook his head again as he shoved his dick back into his pants
and zipped up.  "Fuck that shit is good as a muthafucker!" he exclaimed.
	"What is that stuff?" I asked in a daze, shocks of pleasure running
rapidly through my body.
	"It's called trail mix," Ty answer as he pulled me to my feet and
suddenly ripped my shorts down.  "The good ass Columbian coke, pure ass
Hawaiian ice, some New York ecstasy, and a tad bit of Vicodin and Viagra
all crush up and mixed together.  You give yo usual award-winning hot pussy
performance with my cousin and he'll break you off a bag for free.  Just
remember not to say shit to him until after he nuts.  He thinks you are a
bitch, but that nigga is so fucked up he ain't gonna know the difference
until it's all over.  Make that nigga yell out when he comes.  I'm gonna be
watching you two on the closed circuit up here and I'll be in as soon as
the lights come on to make sure he don't trip.  Now get out the rest of
these clothes except fo' the jock and get down there.  Take this and lube
that hot pussy before he gets out."
	I did as told and was in thirty seconds flat was lying on my
stomach on the surface of the sofa bed, bare except for three fluffy white
pillows.  I placed one of the pillows under my mid section to prop my ass
up invitingly into the air.  The other two I placed on the edge of the bed
under my head.  A single scented candle was burning on a table near the
bottom of the stairwell, and a small red light soon popped on above the
sofa, which I knew was Ty's closed circuit camera beginning to record.  I
squeezed a generous amount of the lube onto my hand and worked the cold
substance around and inside my leaking ass, which was quickly transforming
into my popular black boi pussy.
	The sounds of Marvin Gaye's "Sexual Healing" played over and over
through the various surround-sound speakers in the room.  The shower in the
bathroom turned off and I heard the shower curtain yank open.  Jason opened
the bathroom door and unleashed a wall of hot steam.  I buried my face in
the pillows, but kept one eye focused on the young dude standing in the
bathroom in front of the mirror, wearing nothing but a brief white towel
around his slender waist.  It was instantly apparent to me that extremely
attractive looks had to run in Ty's family, because Jason was an exquisite
sight to behold.  I guessed that he was somewhere between the age of
twenty-two and twenty-four. He stood about six feet with a clean caramel
complexion.  He wasn't as muscular as Ty, but still was nicely built with a
six pack rippled stomach, tight pecs, and two prominent tattoos, one of
what looked like a tiger above his right nipple and another one of Miami
across his stomach directly above his slight outtie navel.  He looked like
a dead ringer for one of my favorite hip hop artists to jack off thinking
about, St. Louis's own Nelly.
	.  He used another towel to dry himself off quickly, glancing over
momentarily and spotting my waiting body lying seductively on the sofa bed.
I saw him smile and rub his crotch through the towel, and then he wrapped
the drying towel around his neck.  He swiftly picked up a rubber off the
bathroom counter, tore it open with his teeth, and snatched the towel from
around his waist.  He threw it to the side as he began to get ready to slip
the condom on, but then stopped and just held it in his hand.  He bent over
and picked up what looked like a straw, and then snorted two lines of what
had to be the infamous mind blowing trail mix.  The dope hit him like a ton
of bricks, making stumble backwards slightly.  He too shook his head
repeatedly from side to side before flipping off the walking out of the
bathroom after turning off the light.  As soon as the bathroom light was
switched off, a series of strobe lights snapped on around the room, and one
very soft white light placed strategically over the sofa bed provided
enough illumination for the several tiny cameras
	His figure was illuminated by the light from the burning candle as
he walked cockily over to the front of where my head was lying under the
pillows.  He reached down and lifted my doo-rag clad head up until my eyes
were face to head with his rock hard dick.  His piece and long, crooked,
and slender, the kind of dick I called a rotor-rooter, because they tended
to always be able to hit every last crevice inside my ass, and when fully
inserted inside me felt as if they were circling around in my guts.
	"What's up baby girl?"  he slurred in a sexy southeastern drawl.
Although I was already turned on as hell after watching his beautiful body
in the bathroom, the fresh scent of his body (I guessed he had used a
spring fresh scented body wash in the shower) made my dick stir against the
scratchy sofa surface, and it started leaking precum.  "Let me put my doped
up Miami dick in your mouth.  Ty said you are the best dick sucker on
earth, so show a nigga what all the hype is about."
	I dutifully used my lips and tongue to take his dick into my mouth
without using my hands, and Jason was instantly impressed.  I quickly
performed my patented lollipop around the dick move (using my tongue to
slowly circle around the head of a dick, the cool tip of my tongue being
the only thing touching the flesh), and the maneuver made Jason moan loudly
as he threw his hands behind his head.
	"Muthafucka!" he yelled and thrust his crotch forward.  I was a
step ahead of him, as he thought his movement would force his dick into my
mouth and down my throat.  Instead I raised my head slightly and extended
my long tongue, which then traveled slowly down the top of his dick before
circling around and juggling his slight hairy tight ball sac.  "Ohhhh!" he
moaned and grabbed the back of my head with one hand and his cock with the
other.  "Open yo mouth little ho," he ordered as he slapped his 9 ½ incher
across my wet lips.  As soon as my lips parted slightly he drove his piece
into the heat of my mouth.  "Oh shit!" he moaned and his dick began leaking
pre cum into my mouth like a slight stream from a kitchen sink.  I slurped
loudly on his dick, taking the long pole as far as I could down my throat.
I then withdrew it from mouth, licked the shaft again and finally pulled
yet another of my signatures, burying my face in the course black hair of
his crotch and inhaling the shower-fresh scent before taking his dick once
more into my mouth a applying an intense sucking action to the shaft.
	"You dick sucking muthafucka!" he yelled excitedly and grabbed the
back of my head.  He abruptly pulled his dick out of my hungry mouth and
rubbed it over my lips again, and then produced the black Magnum rubber
that he had held in his left hand the entire time.  "Shit, I would cum in
yo pussy ass mouth, but this grade A cocaine in that trail mix might keep a
nigga from being able to bust a nut again in that pussy," he explained.  As
he began to climb onto the sofa bed, there was a loud beep from above and
then the crackle of a speaker.
	"Jason!" came the obviously under-the-influence growl of Ty from
his state-of-the-art intercom system.  "Fuck that ho in her ass!" he
advised.  "Don't even waste time with the pussy, `because she likes it all
up her asshole.  Plus, once you get inside that ass, you ain't gonna wanna
be nowhere else cuz."
	"Good looking out!" Jason laughed as he spread my legs wide with
his strong hands.  "You got this house rigged up like the fucking White
House or some shit!  Thanks Big Brother, now let me see if this hole is as
great as you say it is."
	"Enjoy!" Ty called out and then turned the intercom off.  I knew Ty
well enough to know that he was sitting in his studio upstairs in front of
his giant screen television watching this scene, probably jacking his huge
dick off.  Although he wouldn't admit it, he the sight of me getting fucked
by other dudes turned him on terribly, and I had found out from Sam a few
weeks earlier that whenever I performed in Ty's house, either with him or
others he pimped me out to, the thug videotaped the encounters and was
known to show them to his closeted friends.  Sam even revealed that Ty was
in the process of burning my sexcapades onto DVD's to sell them over the
internet, but thankfully with the faces of all participants blurred to
protect the identities of the sexually satisfied.

	Jason's hands reached around my waist, and I quickly pushed my
pelvic area further down into the pillow underneath me to conceal my rock
hard dick.  He hand felt the light fabric of my jockstrap and he moaned.
"That's what I'm talking `bout," he suddenly exclaimed, "a ho with some
crotch-less panties and a wet pussy throbbing out the hole!"
	I breathed a sigh of relief: he had mistaken my jockstrap for
Victoria's Secret attire.
	He reached over to the small table at the foot of the sofa and
grabbed something.  Moments later I felt some kind of contraption placed
under my nose.  He snapped a button on it and a generous bump or two of
trail mix shot up my nose.  Instantaneously he pushed more, about five and
a half inches, of his dick into me, up to the point where the rod curved
upwards.  He bit me sharply on my neck.  The sound of my scream of
unbelievable pleasure was muffled by the fact that Jason had rather roughly
shoved my face down hard into the mattress as he literally screwed his long
rod into my liberally lubed, tight, receptive hole.  When I felt his course
pubic hair scratch the sticky surface of my ass, I pushed up and rotated my
now boi pussy clockwise around the long dick nestled inside me and up
seemingly into my stomach.
	"Oh hell muthafuckin' yeah ho!" he yelled, took a bump of dope, at
which point his slender dick suddenly expanded out to the point that it
felt like Ty's soda-can rod, and then Jason began to screw his dick inside
me with much more intensity.  "You damn slut, open this sweet ass pussy up
for a nigga!" he whispered in my ear and licked it with his cold tongue.
	I moaned in unadulterated slutty lust and opened my legs even
wider.  He dropped all his weight onto my back and began to hump my boi
pussy without mercy, yet the circular screwing motions his dick made in me
gave off a feeling of him making passionate love to me rather than the
usual simulated rape and rough sex I had grown accustomed to with my
tricks.  His thrusts made my throbbing prick, which I had reached under and
freed from the confines of the jockstrap, rub incessantly against the rough
sofa surface, and I bit down hard on the pillow as the head of my dick
exploded into the mattress.  Despite the burial of my mouth in the pillow,
Jason still heard my slutty moans and whimpers as first my dick shot off
and then my ass tightened, clamped down around his dick, and my body shook
violently like the tremors of a major earthquake.
	"Fuck yeah ho!" he yelled and rammed his full dick up my passages.
He stopped his hard fucking with his manhood buried deep inside me.  "What
the fuck?" he asked in shock as my boi cunt began to leak its clear juices
into the forest of his pubes, so much fluid that it completely drenched his
crotch.  The constriction of my ass muscles around his dick, coupled with
my anguished screams and violent shaking, caught him off guard.  "You a
wild ass ho!" he exclaimed as he looked down as the hard anal orgasm I was
experiencing.  I cried out as my dick continued to shoot buckets of cum,
and my extreme ass tightening made poor Jason let out his own yell. "Bitch
yo' ass is cummin
	"Muthafucka!" he yelled as he tried to pull out of me, but I rammed
my boi pussy back into his crotch and promptly began to fuck myself silly
on his what by now had to be at least 10 inches of hard caramel dick.  "You
slutty ass ho, you want a nigga to fuck you stupid?  Well take this dick
then bitch!"
	Jason grabbed my ass cheeks and roughly parted them as he used his
legs to spread my own as far as imaginable.  He grabbed my shoulders
tightly, pulled his dick out until only the throbbing head was inside, and
then swiftly lunged forward and impaled me.  The movement seemingly knocked
the dope in my system into high gear, and I saw thousands of stars with my
head spinning dizzily.  "Fuck me daddy," I moaned and then my dick began
shooting all over again.  "Make me your bitch, Jason.  Tear my pussy to
pieces because I know that what you want."
	"Hell fuck yeah ho!" he yelled in my ear as he licked it again and
then plowed my ass for a minute or two before slowing his pace
considerably.  "I'm about to show you how a Miami nigga makes sweet love to
a pussy, how he makes a pussy cum over and over, and this hole my dick is
in right now ain't no muthafuckin' ass.  I'm telling you that straight up
baby, this is the hottest, most dick loving piece of pussy this nigga has
ever been in!  Shit, I just wanna keep my dick in this shit forever."
	"Use it, daddy," I moaned in a state of total delirium, turning my
head around to take his tongue into my watering mouth.
	"Fuck yeah," he mumbled and kissed me so passionately that tremors
rocked my body again.  He flipped both our bodies onto our sides, grabbed
my leg and lifted it up, and then began to make love to me like no other
dude had ever done as we french kissed and licked each other like homemade
vanilla ice cream cones. I saw stars as the constant banging and the
feeling of his dick massaging my prostate pushed me over the edge and then
some.  My eyes rolled into the back of my head and saliva dripped from the
corners of my mouth.  I knew what was about to happen.
	"Oh shit!" I cried as my head jerked back and forth.  My ass
clamped down hard on his dick like a vise and promptly began creaming like
a cunt.  I bit my tongue to keep from yelling out.
	He couldn't take the heat anymore as his dick swelled inside the
tight confines of my ass.  "I'm gonna cum bitch!" he yelled and with all
his strength he pushed his prick as far into me as it could go.  "FUCK!" he
yelled and began humping my cumming ass like a rabbit.  Then just as
suddenly he pulled out of me, pushed me onto my back, and stood with his
dick over my face.  He ripped the condom off his prick and pointed it
straight at my face.  "Here it comes you hot motherfucka!"
	Just as I opened my eyes his throbbing dick exploded and drenched
my face in what seemed like endless streams of thick white cum.
	"MOTHERFUCKA!" he roared in an animalistic tone as his dick kept
shooting semen onto my face until I looked like a white ghost.
	Finally the dick gave one last long squirt and then stopped.  As
soon as that last stream shot out of him, Jason took a deep breath, smiled,
and collapsed onto the sofa bed on side of me.  Seconds later he was
snoring louder than the horn of a freight train.
	"Good job, ho," Ty said from the staircase.  "Get dressed and go
home."