Date: Thu, 8 Jun 2006 09:16:56 -0700 (PDT)
From: wcw97 <wcw97@gay.com>
Subject: My Pimp

The bass pounded out of the speakers, I could feel it in my gut as much as
in my ears.  I felt overwhelmed by the loud rap in concert with the blunt
we were smoking.  I had come here after another unsuccessful morning at the
day-labor agency.  We were the only two left after all the slots had been
filled.  Truthfully I only excepted his invitation to smoke because I was
too much of a pussy to say no, I have a problem saying no to people, and he
was a rather intimidating presence.  He was large and black, and probably
as old as my father.  He introduced himself as Sweet Dick Luther.  His
house was rather run down, across the street from what looked like a
factory of some sort and surrounded by delapedated houses, and weedy empty
lots.  I felt uncomfortably high but kept hitting the blunt, as he barraged
me with the extended history behind Sweet Dick.  He told me about being a
pimp, he told me about breaking young white girls, pimping them out until
they were used up!

"They begged to stay"

"Why?" I naively asked.

He laughed for a long time, he laughed and looked at the blunt, "Because
they couldn't get enough of this black dick, what do you think, bitches
like getting fucked by sweaty old dirty men to support me?  They do it to
come home to this" at which point Luther grabed his crotch.  I didn't know
what to say, I looked around the room, his pitbull lay on the floor, I
could see his large balls vulgarly laying on the floor.  I was startled out
of my stare,

"You ever think about selling yourself, I know your as broke as I am, I see
you everyday at the slave agency?"

"What no" I laughed off his question.

"I would fuck that little ass just like a bitches" He was now staring at
me.

It was something I saw in his eyes, all I could think to say was "Please
don't do this, your a gentlemen, please."

He just stood up and and dropped his sweat pants and took his shirt off all
the while staring at me.  His cock was thick and veiny, his balls hung low
and were incredibly wrinkly.  His large belly stretched his wife beater.
He walked straight over to me and grabbed me by the back of the neck before
I could think to do anything.  He pulled me off the couch and onto my knees
on the floor.

"Bitch open up" it was more an order than anything else.  I felt scared, I
felt vulnerable.  His cock was bouncing inches from my face, I smelled his
balls, I felt a radiating heat coming from his crotch.  He pulled my head
into his crotch, he wiped his flaccid cock and sweety balls all over my
face.

"Bitch open up or I will knock your teeth out."

I took his cock into my mouth, I tasted dick for the first time.  I gagged
as he pushed his semi-hard cock into my mouth, my face was buried in his
pubes.

"Ahh take that Sweet Dick, you will beg me for this in the near future
whore, I am going to turn you out, then I am going to whore you out so I
don't have to get up and go down to that fucking agency.  You my white
little slut are my new meal ticket.  And these sweety black balls are your
new favorite food bitch."

With that he pulled me by the hair off his cock and shoved me under into
his humid balls.  I licked them with my tongue, they tasted pungy and
salty, all I could smell was Luthers balls.  For the next ten minutes I
lapped, licked, kissed, and sucked on Sweet Dick's balls.