To the Illicit Vices ...

"Weed?" Elizabeth asked, crinkling her nose.

"Hood weed," Moses clarified. "One toke of this shit will have you high as a kite."

Elizabeth had tried a puff back in the day. But she didn't inhale. And she'd never been tempted since. But she watched as Moses rolled a blunt and sparked it. He smoked it for a long moment, his hand on Elizabeth's thigh. Then, when it was halfway done, he offered her a toke.

She took a deep drag on the blunt and inhaled. It was nothing like the weed she'd had before, it felt so strong. She coughed. Moses laughed.

"Can't handle the real stuff, baby?" he said, teasing her. She didn't want him to think less of her that way. That she was weaker because she wasn't white. That she wasn't the equal of those ghetto women. She shook her head and drew another heavy toke. She coughed again, taking a drink of water. It was already making her heady.

It was a surprise when she felt Moses's hard cock in her hand, but a welcome one. She started to tug on it, but he moved his hand between her thighs. She wantonly spread them open, and felt him tugging off her silken panties. God, she was horny, she thought.

She finished off the blunt, and he rolled another one for her, lighting it, and she puffed it while he fed that big black cock into her needy white pussy. By the time he'd finished, she'd smoked the second blunt down to the end, and was just a wanton fucktoy. One step closer to her destiny.