Crew Love

It's Chubbs again. You sigh a breath of relief. Before you were a bodyguard for Drake, you'd be weirded out by someone walking in on you fucking a bitch, but in this house you got used to it. Fuck, one time you talked to Chubbs about a raise, while some bitch was **** on his dick beneath the table. And during the parties, people were fucking everywhere, so you started to just roll with it.

"Yo Chubbs, this bitch tries to suck my balls out through my dick." You point at the bitch in question.

"Yeah, her mouth is the shit right? I won't lie, her pussy ain't that tight anymore, at least not as tight as when we first got her. It happens when you got a full house of niggas running through you every day. But her asshole is still in mint condition. Bitch never let anybody touch that, said she's saving it for you."

"What? Why for me? How does she even know me?" You grab her chin and raise her face. She looks into your eyes, not letting go of the dick in her mouth. Something about her eyes seems familiar.

"She usually wears blue contacts, but for this one she wanted to go without. You recognize her?" Chubbs crosses his arms, grinning ear to ear.

A cold shiver runs down your spine. "Impossible." You shake your head. This can't be. He wouldn't be this crazy. As if sensing your hesitation, the bimbo before you sucks faster and harder than ever, making your knees buckle as waves of pleasure course through you.

"Unbelievable, right? At first, we just told him to get his skin bleached, y'know, like Michael did. Said he'd draw comparisons to MJ's legacy, while also showing Ross how little he cares about all the "white boy disses". Chubbs sounds like he's trying real hard to hold in the laughter. "At first he didn't want to, but after a couple spiked drinks and a few transfers into the bank accounts of some shady docs, this bitch came out the other side white as snow. Well, she built up a tan since that, of course."

You look at the hollowed out cheeks currently keeping your dick warm. Drake was already mixed, but this bitch really looks like she came out the womb pristine white.

"After that it was like something broke in him. He'd do pretty much anything we said, got really submissive. We made bets on where he'd draw the line, but he never did. Ended up looking like this." Chubbs gestured to the white, black-owned bimbo-whore worshiping your cockflesh. "First one to fuck her was actually 40. Before she got the ink. Crazy white boy was probably rock hard all day, seeing his friend turned into this. After that, we started passing her around. At some point, 40 got really weird with her, and she decided his shrimp dick wasn't cutting it anymore. So she became BBC exclusive. Got the tats and everything."

You know you should be disgusted, some guy **** into a sex change is sucking your cock. But this bitch looks so fucking hot... and something about this story makes your mind go numb with lust. It's dominance, you realize. Dominating another man into becoming a woman for you. The thought makes you feel more powerful, more masculine than ever. Your cock pulses and throbs in her mouth.

"Ditzy. That's what we call her now. Ditzy here begged us to let her call you. Begged us to not touch her asshole too. No idea why she was so fixated on you, probably guilt over the firing, or maybe the Drizzler was already feeling some type of way. Who knows? Ditzy here doesn't talk about the past, isn't that right bitch?" He addresses Ditzy in a commanding voice. "Do the thing with your hair bimbo, you know what."