Hoes before Bros

Yet momma always said we all have our moment of weakness. My father was hers and apparently these sisters are mine. They have their bodies wrapped up pressing against me while they **** my thick massive cock. The scent of their perfume gets all up in my nostrils and my poor Abdulla Oblongata never stood a fucking chance. Damn, black girls could learn a thing or two from these country sluts.

“Ok… You are both MY hoes. You understand?” Having already beat that FemiNazi crap out of them, they just nodded their heads hung low like proper sluts.

I am smarter than your average mother fucking sucker. I hook my fingers into their vaginas and drag them to my recruiter, Kimberly Karlssen’s flat. She opens the door and sees my two hoes who are meeting the third hoe.

Miss Karlssen is still engaged but I already own her, much to her soon to be wanna-be husband’s chagrin. The poor sucker still thought she was being faithful to him. Whities like to delude themselves.

Last time I saw Kimberly is right after I fucked her brains out during her wedding rehearsal. Her labia lips still imitating a fish out of water and stretched out around a phantom of my cock. My spunk was still leaking out of her cunt, and running down her white stocking encased legs. The sight was almost enough to get me going back for seconds.

Then she said she this was a mistake and she never wanted to see me again. I just rolled my eyes and moved on, she was just white trash that thought they were special. Once they got what they wanted from a nigger, they would up and turn on you like a five dollar asian hooker.

Once I am with a girl it is real easy to remind them of their place and that what they want in life is to be impaled on my massive dick. I guess this whole situation kinda proves just that. I knew Kimberly is my bitch; And it’s been just about long enough for her to realize she is too.

“John! It is a surprise to see you and you brought friends? What is the occasion?” Clearly Kimberly is nervous and stressed with finding me standing with two my two bitches unannounced on her doorstep. She glances back behind her at a cherry wood dining room table with her folks and her fiancée there eating. Apparently I needed to move the time table for her self-discovery and enlightment as my personal fuck toy up a bit.

“Kelly and Sarah, go get your things and then come back. I have some business to attend too.” Kelly smirks at the fiancée for a moment before she vanishes with her sister. I have them trained well and they immediately go about following my commands without question.

Kimberly squeals like a little school girl as I grab her svelte hips and drag her beautiful lithe body up flush against mine. My lips lock around her own and I own her mouth, with her soon to be ex-fiancée with her parents stunned as they sat staring. My hands are mauling and kneading her beautiful arse cheeks, as I press my rapidly engorging cock up against her abdomen. She had on a see-through dress and flesh tone lacy panties and bra, the shameless cunt. The back is exposed well enough for me to slid my hands down onto her bare ass. She flinches at how aggressive I am but immediately submits to me and her own lust to get impaled on my cock.

“Please…” It is all Kimberly is whisper out before a tortured whimper escapes her throat from the pleasure. I almost laughed, except that my mother always taught me to never talk with your mouth full.

They bitch seems to think she might be able to claim this is **** to her parents and fiancée and that they can forgive her for being such a slut in front of them. I can read a bitches thoughts like the back of my hand. They all want the same thing, a good hard fucking, to be barefoot and preggers, and raise my nuggets. Anything else is just confusion.

“Go ahead and get what you want, hoe. Then tell me what you want.” I command.

Almost instantly, Kimberly begins panting in heat into my mouth as she gushes all over the thigh of mine rubbing against her labia and clit. The punk at the table is up by now and was about to try and save her when it finally catches up to him that her arms are wrapped around my neck and torso while her hands loosely on the back of my head and scratching my back. I almost feel sorry for the guy but white bitches will do some crazy things sometimes to scratch that itch.

“Kimberly? Please don’t do this…” Darryl, the wanna-be husband asks… which is his whinny ass problem.