The Farm

Stefon pumped the bitch boi for about three minutes before he nutted. He pulled out and wiped off with some toilet paper. He buckled his jeans, exited the stall, washed his hands, and headed out to the cafeteria. After paying for his food and grabbing some condiments, he went over to the table where Kyra was sitting with some of her fellow nursing students. “Hello, ladies,” Stefon said as he looked at his phone. There was a notification on Chatty – a messaging app – from Tristan. It read, ‘God I love being your white fag boi. That BBC was awesome!’ Stefon gave himself a mental dap.

“How are you today,” Kyra inquired.
“Relieved,” Stefon smirked.
“What do you mean,” she asked stealing one of his fries.
“Just finished my last class and now it’s the weekend.”

The ladies laughed.

Marcus decided to leave the plant for lunch today. He drove quickly to the Willow Pointe gated apartment home community. He fired off a text letting his buddy know he would be there in ten minutes. He got a confirmation form the resident. He parked his SUV and waked up to the Unit 1217.

Pierre Brown answered the door wearing pink boyshort panties and a purple tank top. The LVN, who worked nights at Walker Charity Memorial Hospital, led the five-foot-ten, two-hundred-thirty-three-pound husky man to the bedroom. The light-skinned sissy undid the uniform pants and extracted Marcus’ dick. He wrapped his full lips around it and delivered yet another top-notch blowjob.

“Yeah! Suck it,” Marcus encouraged the nurse.

Pierre continued loving on the dick as Marcus moaned with delight.

“Put that bubble booty in the air so I can see it,” the twenty-nine-year-old commanded. He began spanking it and fingering the pussy hole. “I’m gon’ fuck that li’l cute ass real good. My wife ain’t gave me no pussy in three days. She think she slick holdin’ out. But she don’t know a nigga got a faggit on the other side of town willin’ to do it all. I’d fuck you over her any day. Gobble that dick up!”

“I love how freaky you are, Marcus,” admitted the five-foot-six, one-hundred-twenty-five-pound sissy.
“Do you, really,” Marcus checked.
“Yes, sir!”
“Then, get on all four and steal her dick!”
“With pleasure, Daddy!”