D-Train's Next Target

Brianna had lost purpose a little, having successfully ensured that Aaron wasn't just a phony gayboy. She worked out, she went to the bar, she gossiped with Aaron about boys, and encouraged him to keep sucking Derrick's dick. But so many boys around here were just ...boys.

She wanted to let off some steam that evening, so she drove around to the roughest part of town, off MLK. She saw an older Black man sitting on the steps of an apartment complex.

"Umm...excuse me, I was wandering if I could score some weed somewhere around here?" she asked, tucking her blonde hair behind her ear. The Black man looked up at her bemused. She could swear she saw a twitch down in his sweatpants, down low ....

"A little racist, ain't it? Just asking a Black man about ****?" he said, bemused.

"Oh my God," Brianna said. "I didn't mean it that way."

"Well, doesn't matter, you're in luck. Follow me," he said, walking inside. She followed him, to a spare room with simply a stained mattress on the floor.

They transacted their business and he went to the restroom. He left the door cracked open, and she peered in, curious ... to see the longest, fattest cock she'd ever seen, dead flaccid, pissing like a firehouse into the toilet.

She went back to the room, accidentally dropping her baggie. She bent down to pick it up, her big ass showing in her leggings. When she retrieved it, she looked back to see D-Train ogling at her.

"You ever been with a Black man, white girl?"