Typical Monday Afternoon - Flash Fiction
It was a typical Monday afternoon at Snowbunnies Lodge. All 17 rooms were occupied by some type of effeminate white - only three of which did not currently have a Black man in there as well.
A 1987 Oldsmobile Cutlass Supreme with gold rims pulled up to the private parking lot.
“Room and code,” the flamboyant attendant requested.
“Room two oh two. Code is three three three.”
The worker inspected a screen and replied, “Pull on in.”
The driver waited for the arm to raise and crept in. He actually recognized a few of the SUVs and work trucks. It didn’t matter. These white sissies were paying top dollar to get dicked down in this eighty-nine percent Black city of Steeltowne.
The deep-brown skinned brotha exited the vehicle and adjusted himself through his joggers. He headed along the path to the stairs. As he passed the first room on the first floor, he saw a ****a buttfucking a big titty white tranny. His manhood sprung to attention. He walked upstairs and passed another ****a fucking a mature crossdresser.
He knocked on the already open door and walked in. “Goddamn, white boy! I love that red lace open-crotch lingerie. You got that limpdick already out!”
“Yes, daddy!”
“White boys are the best girls,” he licked his lips as he studied the slender frame and flat chest.
“Thank you!”
“Get on your knees and start sucking!”
In a room on one side it could be heard, “Take this big Black dick, white boy!”
From the other side, there were wimpy moans and powerful grunting.
“****as love fuckin’ white boy pussy,” he stated.
“Oh my god yes,” salivated the punk.
The femboy sucked it deep.
Then, he pushed all the way inside the pink hole.
“I’m gonna breed that white boy booty,” he declared.
A 1987 Oldsmobile Cutlass Supreme with gold rims pulled up to the private parking lot.
“Room and code,” the flamboyant attendant requested.
“Room two oh two. Code is three three three.”
The worker inspected a screen and replied, “Pull on in.”
The driver waited for the arm to raise and crept in. He actually recognized a few of the SUVs and work trucks. It didn’t matter. These white sissies were paying top dollar to get dicked down in this eighty-nine percent Black city of Steeltowne.
The deep-brown skinned brotha exited the vehicle and adjusted himself through his joggers. He headed along the path to the stairs. As he passed the first room on the first floor, he saw a ****a buttfucking a big titty white tranny. His manhood sprung to attention. He walked upstairs and passed another ****a fucking a mature crossdresser.
He knocked on the already open door and walked in. “Goddamn, white boy! I love that red lace open-crotch lingerie. You got that limpdick already out!”
“Yes, daddy!”
“White boys are the best girls,” he licked his lips as he studied the slender frame and flat chest.
“Thank you!”
“Get on your knees and start sucking!”
In a room on one side it could be heard, “Take this big Black dick, white boy!”
From the other side, there were wimpy moans and powerful grunting.
“****as love fuckin’ white boy pussy,” he stated.
“Oh my god yes,” salivated the punk.
The femboy sucked it deep.
Then, he pushed all the way inside the pink hole.
“I’m gonna breed that white boy booty,” he declared.
3 years ago
