I'm Here for the Gangbang

Jamaal pulled up to an address in Compton. It was late at night, but there were several cars at this ghetto-ass house. He knocked at the door. The room was filled with smoke -- tobacco and weed. There was cheap liquor everywhere. The older Black man looked at Jamaal.

"Whatcha want, boy?" he asked, clearly ready to get back to the action.

"I'm here for the gangbang," Jamaal said. The man broke into a grin.

"Well, shit, brotha, that's all you had to say."

Meadow was getting gangbanged to celebrate her birthday. It was a well attended affair, with a camera crew in the corner catching every second of it. Jamaal was fifth in line.

He enjoy Meadow's company very much. She put Black men on a pedestal, both personally and professionally. She took her 'no white boy' oath seriously, and she was an ardent lover. It was easy to see himself with her for good.

But this lifestyle ... so transient, the pairings and couplings coming and going by the day. He enjoyed the pussy and throat and ass. But afterwards, he just longed for some companionship.

He took Meadow's ass when it came, the only hole open. Even still, when he entered her, Meadow smiled slyly, looking back.

"I thought I recognized that big cock," she whispered, below what the camera could pick up.

"Love you too, bitch," Jamaal whispered back, settling into rhythm.