Date: Fri, 4 Mar 2005 08:10:35 EST
From: Zenith64131@aol.com
Subject: Ex-Con Daddy (interracial)

Disclaimer... This literary work contains sexually explicit situations.  If you
are under the legal age required to view such material or if you find
man-to-man sex offensive, please do not read any further.


Ex-Con Daddy

By

Zenith64131



Well, the old slut is at it again.  Actually, I never did slow down after I
disappeared for a number of months.  Having been examined by psychiatrists and
psychologists, none of them made the correct diagnosis for what is the matter
with me.  Simply put, I am a cum dumpster for thugs. That is not in the DSM IV
and they can't fix it with Lithium or Prozac.  Once I came to realize that my
role in life is to service superior men of color, things have been a lot
happier.

Many of you have written and asked me to post again and have wondered what
has been happening of late.  A few have even written and told about how they
have gone around and picked up thugs.  Please use caution -- the best way that I
have found is to mention that you like black guys when you're in a safe group
of people.  They will approach you one-on-one and that's when you can bag a
real hottie.  Referrals are the way I have met a number of good-looking black
studs.  (Heck, between edits on this story, I just found out that an old friend's
ex-husband now wants me to suck his ex-con dick, too!  He had just got word
that I suck dick.)  Keep it on the low.  Thugs love getting their dicks sucked
but don't want anyone to know.

Tonight I met up with my regular "ex-con Daddy", a man that I will call
Jamal.  According to Jamal, he stands six feet, four inches tall.  His voice is
very deep and he has the most beautiful light brown eyes.  Most black guys have
darker eyes but his are a softer brown in contrast to the dark skin tone.
Those eyes are intriguing but at the same time haunting.   Jamal's hair is
braided, another fetish of mine.  I have sucked Jamal a few times in the past but
tonight was by far the most exciting. We learned a lot about the animal
instincts in each of us.

The way I met Jamal was through a female friend of mine, a gal named Debbie.
In short, she's a skank.  A mutual friend of hours had given both her phone
number and my phone number to Jamal while he was in the county jail.  I'd
spoken with him several times and decided that I wanted to visit him.  Debbie and I
went up there to see him.  He did not like the looks of her.  She was
three-quarters drunk and looked like she hadn't slept for a month.  As she talked to
him on the telephone in the visiting room, I would wink at him.  Finally, I
reached in my pocket and pulled out my money clip.  He looked at it and then at
me.  I pressed my tongue into my cheek and rolled it around, making the
classic blowjob sign.  I could tell from his grin that he liked the flirtation and
could tell what I was implying.  To my dismay, shortly thereafter he was
released from custody and I didn't hear from him again for a long time.

One night a few weeks ago I received a phone call and it was Jamal.  I did
not recognize the voice until he told me his name.  Instantly I got hard.
Thoughts of being his bitch were racing through my head.  That night I met up with
him and sucked him off.  He needed a little cash contribution to help his
finances.  Other than him being attractive, that time wasn't anything special
about the first couple of encounters.  I hate to say it, but sometimes sucking
dick can get mundane, particularly since these guys won't let me get off.  But
tonight I didn't care about getting my rocks off.  It was a much more enjoyable
encounter.

Jamal called me while I happened to be in a neighboring city, not too far
from where he lives.  We arranged to meet and catch a porno flick at the local
smut shop.  I cannot tell you how much I like standing next to a six foot, four
inch tall black man with a deep voice.  As we entered the filthy bookstore, I
bought five dollars worth of quarters.  We went into a large booth.  I stood
next to him and hugged him and told him I missed him.  After a few seconds, he
pushed me away.

I spread my expensive coat on the floor to use as a cushion for my knees.
Jamal sat on a chair, pulling his nylon running pants completely off.  He
stripped off his shirt leaving a white undershirt.  The undershirt revealed a big
chest and very large arms.  I felt his biceps and he bragged that he took them
home from the joint.

I took my position in front of Jamal.  His long, black cock hung over to the
side of his leg like a big black snake.  As Jamal started loading the machine
with quarters, I took his soft penis into my mouth.  As the dick hardened, I
could feel it pulling to the left; it has quite a wicked bend.  Once completely
hard, his anaconda was at least nine thick inches.  He moaned as I slowly
bobbed my head up and down.

"Suck my cock, bitch.  That's it.  You like sucking that dick, don't you
bitch?  Go a little bit deeper.  Yeah, mmmmm."

Jamal had an endless stream of verbal abuse for me.  As he spouted his
demeaning words, he held my head in place so that I could not pull off his cock,
even when he thrust into the back of my throat.  I gagged several times -- I couldn
't help it with that curved cock tearing up my throat.

"That's it.  Go slow.  Yeah... I could have used you in the joint.  Ain't
nobody there that could suck a dick like you.  I would have sold your ass but
that mouth would have been mine.  Keeping doing what you're doing."

Jamal's words were encouraging.  I took my mouth off his cock for a moment
and licked down the insides of his thighs.  He sucked in his breath sharply.
Then I concentrated on his "taint".  My tongue danced all over the area between
his balls and asshole.  He squirmed on the chair.

"Bitch, lick my dirty ass.  Oh yeah... Dirty asslicker.  Lick my ass and make
Daddy feel good.  Oh yeah.  You know what you're doing.  That's right.
Mmmmmm.  Oh yeah.  Fucking ho.  Keep doing that and I'm gonna cum down your
throat.  Punk ass white bitch."

The smell of his ass was really starting to get to me but he would not let me
stop what I was doing.  In fact, he scooted back in the chair and raised his
legs to give me better access to his sweaty black ass.  Jamal jacked himself
as I squirmed my tongue all around his anus.  Finally, he told me to give him
some more head.  I drew up as much saliva as I could and went down on his
curved black bone, twisting my head and sucking as hard as possible.

"Damn, you bitch. You fucking bitch.  You fucking cocksucker.  You like that.
 Damn.  If you was my bitch, I'd fuck your ass `cause you got me so hot.  I
need me some ASS.  Bust you in good.  Used to do that to punks.  Suck my dick
now.  Do it real slow, bitch.  Yeah, that's it.  I'm getting close."

I could feel Jamal's erection start to swell.  Having sucked him before, I
knew that he spews a huge load.  I swallowed my saliva and readied myself for
the first blast.  As many experienced cocksuckers know, when someone cums an
extreme amount, it's hard not to be caught off guard.  I coughed and sputtered,
but managed to swallow his big wad of cum as best I could.

On the way out of the bookstore, Jamal kept complimenting me on the head and
the rim job I had given him.  He said he never had anything that good in the
joint.  We're going to get together next week.  I asked him if he would finger
fuck me to get me loosened up while I play with myself.  Jamal said if he
wants to fuck me next week, he'll finger fuck me and then he'll just take my ass
whether I like it or not.  Punks don't get to choose who fucks them or when
and I am a punk.  I don't have any say so in the matter.

= = = = = = = = =

In other news... I thought that encounter with Jamal would be the end of the
fun for the day but I was wrong.  On the way home after I took Jamal back, I had
a funny thing happen.  There is a little white boy in the neighborhood who
recently turned 18.  For the longest time he has known that I'm a cocksucker but
is real cool.  He claims to be bisexual.  I will call him Matt.  Matt always
wanted me to buy him some cigarettes, but I do not do that for anyone
underage.  He stopped me and told me that he was now 18 and old enough to buy him that
pack of cigarettes.  I checked Matt's ID.  I told him that he's also old
enough to let me feel his dick.  I'll be a son-of-a-bitch, he got in the car with
me and let me put my hand in his shorts.  I wet the tip of my finger and
rubbed it on the sensitive spot.  His tiny little white dick started getting hard.
 I didn't get to suck it `cause he has a girlfriend, but I'm working on
that.  Maybe there will be another story about that.  Oh yeah, he got his
cigarettes, too.  You just never know when shit is going to happen.  You've got to
roll with it.

I do have another hot story in the works.  I used to suck a young (but legal)
black guy even though I'm friends with his girlfriend's family.  She has no
clue.  Well, tonight I sucked her sister's boyfriend, as well! Hey, these guys
are offering it to me, so who am I to turn down a black cock?

Keep writing to me at Zenith64131@aol.com.  I enjoy the correspondence.  Yes,
these stories are true.  Sometimes I get requests to write stories, but I
cannot do that.  I write them from my own encounters, not requests.  There's no
fantasy involved.  I think that's what makes them more fun.  It helps others
live vicariously through my exploits.

Also, when I'm online, please don't be offended if I don't IM you back.  If I
'm online, it's usually just to read email and I barely have time to do that
some days.   J

Zenith