“I’m only your anal slut. I don’t want your dad to fuck me there.”
Crack! He slapped the slut. From the next room I could hear the shouting.
“You’re my slave and I tell you what to do. Understand?”
“Yes!”
I opened the door to find that little white bitch hog-tied to a fixture on the wall.
“Don’t!” she yelped.
“You is just an anal slut now, bitch!
“Please, don’t!” She shrieked.
Tyrone put a blade to her throat. The bitch just kept shrieking.
“Help!!! Rape!!!”
I silenced her with some duct tape, and we quickly subdued the bitch. We told her that she could have the tape off her mouth if she promised not to scream.
“Please don’t stretch it any more! Oh my god!!!” She gasped as I powerfully plunged her bowels with my bulbous cock.
I looked that ‘ho in the eye, as I plumbed her depths…
“I’m sorry I made that crack about your age. Your really a very powerful man.” She pleaded.
“OOOOooooooooohhhhhh! You’ve spoiled me for other men.” She shouted as I pumped every last drop of semen I had up that big asshole. I hope she’s sore for a week.
The white husband came home early, and we had just finished with his wife.
“The leak is fixed, sir.” I announce, as Tyrone and I haul our equipment back to the panel truck.
The dude just hurried into the house without saying anything. I guess he was wondering what kind of plumbers carry around camera equipment.
As I was saying, Tyrone and I are taking a little vacation till things cool down around here. But we’ll be back on the job just as soon as you can say Jackie Robinson. Just leave a message on the machine.