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Barely Legal Tranny Hoe“Oh, hey,” the slim dude gasped.“Sup, man,” a stranger sitting on the couch greeted him. “I’m Tre! You must be Bailey. Tick and LaShay had to make a run real quick.” The dark-skinned with the bald head and white gold grill held up a doobie between his thumb and forefinger. “Want a hit?”“Uhhhhh…”“Why y’all white boys so damn scary,” he chuckled. “I ain’t finna hurt you.”“I’m not scared. I just wasn’t expecting anyone else to be in the house I guess.”The man laughed some more. “How long you been stayin’ here?”“Almost two weeks,” he whipped his head to get messy sandy blond bangs out of his face.“You’ll get used to it, Bee! You smokin’ or nah?”“Yeah! I think I will.”“Grab us a couple beer and we’ll light up,” Tre requested in a considerably authoritative tone.“Here you go,” Bailey offered a can.“Pour me a li’l of that liquor over there in this here cup.”“Okay,” smirked the newcomer.“How you like it here so far,” Tre asked.“It’s cool. Tick and Shay are good people.”“Yeah. They real cool. It’s probably real quiet around here compared to where you from?”Bailey inhaled and held it for a moment. He shook his head in disagreement.“Oh naw? Fah real?”Bailey blew a stream of smoke. “It’s about the same as where I was before.”“Where was that?”“Some suck ass town.”“How you end up here.”“I ran away in the middle of the night. Hitchhiked.”“Ran away. Is you legal.”“Yeah, I’m 18,” Bailey said proudly.“Aight.” atakum escort Tre took a sip of the cognac. “What you runnin’ away from?”“Just crazy stuff, bro! Like I was in foster care for a while. Then I got adopted by some religious old farts. They tried to give me back when I was 12 cause I was rebelling against their bullshit. I ended up getting re-homed to some other cuckoo bitch a few hours from here. She was one of those snake handler kinda folks, ya know?!?”“Damn, she was crazy,” Tre doubled over.“Very,” confirmed the brown-eyed waif. “She had the long hair in the pinned up bun and ankle-length denim skirts. She was all holy roller on Sundays and Wednesday nights, but she was a hellian otherwise. She had anywhere from six to ten of us in her dingy house at any one time. She dealt meth. And had a small prostitution ring going. It was insane.”“Y’all ain’t turn her in,” Tre was wide-eyed. “She sound like the devil.”“She is the devil. No, she had the cops in her pocket. Plus, she homeschooled us so we were compliant.”“Was she pimping you out too?”“No,” he shifted in his seat.“That’s good.”“I mostly just cleaned up after the girls.”“You ain’t never have to suck no dick or nuthin’?”“I…uh…”“It’s all good, man. I know what time it is,” he flashed his bejewelled smile.“Well, a couple times.”“You like it?”“I don’t like being told to do things.”“Nobody does.”“Any of ‘em ever fuck yo’ li’l ass.”“Yeah,” Bailey’s escort atakum cheeks went flush.“Tick fuck you yet,” Tre scooted over closing the gap between them. He put his arm on the back of the couch.“Why would you ask that,” the twink protested.“I told you. I know what’s up.”“Why you think they left me alone wit’ you?”“I don’t…”“What if I did this?”Tre pulled out his thick 8 ¼-inch rod. The tips glistened with precum.“I…”“I don’t want you to do nuthin’ you don’t want. But do you wanna do sumthin’?” Bailey’s eyes welled. He nodded approval.“Well then! Get on it, boi!”Bailey got on his knees and opened his mouth.“Oh, you got a tongue ring. Freaky!”Bailey licked the shaft and put the head in his mouth.“Look at the pretty pink lips on this big Black dick,” exulted Tre. “Slow it down! We got time! Yeah that’s it! Just…Like…That. Damn!” Tre ran his rough hands through Bailey’s hair and grabbed a fistful. He forced the cocksucker off his dick. He stared into the girly boi’s soul with his black eyes. He spat on Bailey’s face. “How far you wanna take this?”“What,” the sissy puzzled.“The last fag bitch Tick had here ended up wit’ some big ol’ titties and ass shots!”“Really?”“Hell yeah! Pretty ass Black muthafucka! She knew it too!”“I hadn’t thought about it.”“It don’t matter. You ain’t gotta decide now. But, you need to starting doin’ yo’ face so you look sexy for a nigga!”Bailey stared blankly.Tre hit the atakum escort bayan back of his head. “Answer me, faggit!”“Okay.”Tre smacked the punk. “You tell me ‘yes,sir’!”“Yes, sir!”“Now suck this dick some more. Then, I’m gon’ fuck that li’l fag pussy with this big dick!”“Yeah, boi,” Tre praised Bailey’s blow job. “Eat that dick, hoe!”Slobber and saliva ran down the meaty pole.“Ahhh! Yeah! Sit on this dick! Now!”Bailey eased down facing around from his master. He accepted the thickness slowly. Tre grabbed his waist and forced him down. He grunted. “Yeah. Get all that dick, bitch! Ride it, hoe!” Tre thrust and Bailey bounced wildly.He put the twink on his side and pounded with one bitch’s legs in the air.“Take this big Nigga dick, white boi,” he barked.“Oh, Tre! Fuck me!”“You like this shit, don’t you, faggit?”“Oh god yes! Yes, sir!”“We gon’ make you into a real life Barbie doll,” he grinned. “Get on yo’ knees.”They fucked doggystyle.Tre gave long, hard, complete strokes.Bailey cried, “That dick is too big!”“You can take it! Be a good white sissy faggit!”“Owwwww!”“This pussy is gripping the hell outta my dick!”Tre used his sturdy mass to push into the femboi and build momentum to scoop Bailey up. He held the blond boi in the air as he bounced him on his shaft.“Fuck,” moaned Bailey. “Oh my god!”“The Bubbas ain’t fuck you like this, did they?”“No, sir!”“You like Nigga dick?”“Yes, sir! I like it!”“Yeah, white boi! Get all this big Nigga dick!”“Oh, daddy!”“You gon’ suck these balls dry?”“Yes, sir!”Tre tossed Bailey onto the couch and started stroking his cock. Bailey opened wide. Tre busted shooting wads of gooey nut all over the place.“Damn,” he huffed.

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