You look good like that,” she said warmly. “You got sperm and pussy juice smeared all around your mouth.”
Reflexively, Brick raised his hand toward his mouth.
“No, don’t wipe it off. It looks good, boo. That’s a money shot!”
He put his hand back down. Misty picked up the camera. “Get sexy for me—lick your lips, Brick.”
Helpless to defy her wishes, Brick’s reluctant tongue swept across his lips.
Envisioning dollar signs, Misty snapped the picture. “Ooo, that’s hot! Yeah, that’s good money right there, baby. I’m gonna put a caption under that flick. It’s gonna say, Cum-sucking, Pussy-Eating Lips! Tricks are gonna love that shot.”
Brick’s eyes welled with tears.
“Are you about to cry?” Incredulous, Misty stared at Brick.
“Hell, no!” His facial muscles twitched, but he managed to contort his features into a fierce scowl.
“Don’t worry, boo. I’m not gonna expose you. I’m gonna crop out your eyes.”
“What about my scar? How you gonna get that out of the picture?” His voice cracked. “I don’t wanna risk getting recognized, having niggas think I suck cum.”
“Damn, Brick. Pull yourself together.”
“I’m trying. But, you got me confused. I’m all fucked up.” Though he hated giving in, unable to fight the tears, he allowed them to fall.
She sighed. “Listen, Brick. You don’t have to worry about being recognized by anyone who knows you. Only freaks who dabble in twisted sex visit my site. I think the scar gives the picture more sex appeal. I mean, think about it. A hardcore dude with a scar, posing with cum smeared around his mouth. Man, that’s good money and I’m about my paper. We gotta show the scar. You feel me?”
Head bowed, Brick uttered a consenting sound.
“Are you ashamed of your scar?” Her tone was soft and sympathetic. Her fingers traveled to his face, traced the scar tenderly.
“Yeah, I’m real ashamed of it, Misty,” Brick admitted, anguish cracking his voice.
Misty tried to wrap her arms around his huge body, but her arms weren’t long enough. She gave up and pulled his head down; let it rest on her lap. His large head and broad shoulders felt extremely heavy on her lap, but she endured his weight. She caressed the jagged scar. “You feel insecure and inferior, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“And getting down with men makes you feel like you might be a homo, right?”
“Right.”
“Well, only me and you know your secret, Brick. I’ve never told a soul. Not even Shane.”
“I know, Misty, baby.”
“If it makes you feel better, I want you to know that I looked up your case—online.”
“Whatchu mean?” He raised his head.
“I did some research and you’re definitely not a homosexual.” She looked down at him. “Feel better?”
“A little bit.”
“But—” she added and then paused for several moments.
“But, what?” He sat up straight.
Misty sighed. “You’re not gay, but from what I’ve read, you do have tendencies.”
“I ain’t got no gay tendencies,” he yelled and then covered his face in anguish.
“Calm down. It’s not your fault.” She peeled his fingers away, removed his hands from his face. “If Frankie hadn’t done that freak shit to you, you’d be a normal man. But, you’re not and you and I both know it. I need you to stop worrying about it so much. I gotchu, boo. With me, you can explore all your tendencies and never have to worry about being judged. I think I’m giving you a good life. We get paid while you play.” Misty smiled. “Feel better?”
Brick gave her a small, forced smile. “But, I gotta ask you something.” He looked deeply into her eyes.
Misty tilted her head. “What?”
“Did you really fuck a dude named Dane?”
Misty instantly relaxed. Laughing, she gave him a sexy wink. “Did my coochie taste like cum?”
“It was kind of salty; it didn’t taste the way it usually does.” Brick eyed Misty suspiciously. “Tell me the truth. Did you feed
Reflexively, Brick raised his hand toward his mouth.
“No, don’t wipe it off. It looks good, boo. That’s a money shot!”
He put his hand back down. Misty picked up the camera. “Get sexy for me—lick your lips, Brick.”
Helpless to defy her wishes, Brick’s reluctant tongue swept across his lips.
Envisioning dollar signs, Misty snapped the picture. “Ooo, that’s hot! Yeah, that’s good money right there, baby. I’m gonna put a caption under that flick. It’s gonna say, Cum-sucking, Pussy-Eating Lips! Tricks are gonna love that shot.”
Brick’s eyes welled with tears.
“Are you about to cry?” Incredulous, Misty stared at Brick.
“Hell, no!” His facial muscles twitched, but he managed to contort his features into a fierce scowl.
“Don’t worry, boo. I’m not gonna expose you. I’m gonna crop out your eyes.”
“What about my scar? How you gonna get that out of the picture?” His voice cracked. “I don’t wanna risk getting recognized, having niggas think I suck cum.”
“Damn, Brick. Pull yourself together.”
“I’m trying. But, you got me confused. I’m all fucked up.” Though he hated giving in, unable to fight the tears, he allowed them to fall.
She sighed. “Listen, Brick. You don’t have to worry about being recognized by anyone who knows you. Only freaks who dabble in twisted sex visit my site. I think the scar gives the picture more sex appeal. I mean, think about it. A hardcore dude with a scar, posing with cum smeared around his mouth. Man, that’s good money and I’m about my paper. We gotta show the scar. You feel me?”
Head bowed, Brick uttered a consenting sound.
“Are you ashamed of your scar?” Her tone was soft and sympathetic. Her fingers traveled to his face, traced the scar tenderly.
“Yeah, I’m real ashamed of it, Misty,” Brick admitted, anguish cracking his voice.
Misty tried to wrap her arms around his huge body, but her arms weren’t long enough. She gave up and pulled his head down; let it rest on her lap. His large head and broad shoulders felt extremely heavy on her lap, but she endured his weight. She caressed the jagged scar. “You feel insecure and inferior, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“And getting down with men makes you feel like you might be a homo, right?”
“Right.”
“Well, only me and you know your secret, Brick. I’ve never told a soul. Not even Shane.”
“I know, Misty, baby.”
“If it makes you feel better, I want you to know that I looked up your case—online.”
“Whatchu mean?” He raised his head.
“I did some research and you’re definitely not a homosexual.” She looked down at him. “Feel better?”
“A little bit.”
“But—” she added and then paused for several moments.
“But, what?” He sat up straight.
Misty sighed. “You’re not gay, but from what I’ve read, you do have tendencies.”
“I ain’t got no gay tendencies,” he yelled and then covered his face in anguish.
“Calm down. It’s not your fault.” She peeled his fingers away, removed his hands from his face. “If Frankie hadn’t done that freak shit to you, you’d be a normal man. But, you’re not and you and I both know it. I need you to stop worrying about it so much. I gotchu, boo. With me, you can explore all your tendencies and never have to worry about being judged. I think I’m giving you a good life. We get paid while you play.” Misty smiled. “Feel better?”
Brick gave her a small, forced smile. “But, I gotta ask you something.” He looked deeply into her eyes.
Misty tilted her head. “What?”
“Did you really fuck a dude named Dane?”
Misty instantly relaxed. Laughing, she gave him a sexy wink. “Did my coochie taste like cum?”
“It was kind of salty; it didn’t taste the way it usually does.” Brick eyed Misty suspiciously. “Tell me the truth. Did you feed
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