The Dealer

Katie Abbott pulled up to the street corner, a block down from a seedy strip club. After a thirty second pause, a young, muscular Black man approached her, keeping his head on a swivel for the police. Confident that they were in the clear, he approached the beautiful brunette.

"How much?" he asked.

"A hundred. And I need some dick to suck," Katie said frankly. Delroy chuckled. He was used to these requests. He motioned her over to the apartment building across the street that he used for fornicating.

She didn't bother undressing. She didn't have the time. She was dating Peter Littleton, a perfectly acceptable, perfectly weak white boy. He was her default, she knew, a guy she could always rely upon. But an exciting relationship, it was not. She glossed up her lips, tugging out Delroy's thick nine inch prick as he laid down on a stained mattress on the floor with no sheets. There was no telling how many bitches he'd fucked on this old mattress, Katie knew. The damnedest thing was she was one of them.

She gently stroked his cock, then wrapped her soft lips around his thick cock, drooling amply as she bobbed up and down. He grunted, holding still, letting the white bitch work, and soon enough, she was taking the full shaft down her throat. He mewled.

"Dumb white bitch ... suck that dick honky," he growled. She chuckled, redoubling her efforts until he rewarded her with his seed and a bag of weed. Then she took it, smoking a joint before going to Peter's house. It wasn't Peter that was the problem, she knew. He was a sweet boy. It was her sister, Emily.