Middle of the Night with Chastity Locked Midget
Fred Houston woke up. It was 2:04 a.m. according the digital clock on the nightstand. His eight-inches were stiff and ready. He slid into the still sleeping Lamar. The light-skinned midget’s booty hole was still quite open. Fred began to pound bringing his hoe back to life. He pinched the four-foot-eight sissy’s nipples as he shoved his meat in and out.
“Oh, faggot,” the tall beefy dark-skinned man yelled. “I love fuckin’ yo tiny self.”
“Thanks, daddy,” Lamar cried.
“My shit been on brick since I met you.”
“I see!”
“Dammit, sissy. Take dis dick!”
“Oh, baby! I love it, nigga!”
“That ass feel so good!”
Fred decided to tickle Lamar’s nut sack.
The effeminate man squirmed. His cocklet was still locked in the stainless steel chastity device.
“Ooh yeah, daddy,” Lamar shrieked.
“You turn me on so much,” the handsome excon said.
“I love that big Black dick, sir!”
“I can tell, bitch! I’ma ask E tah let me buy you again on Thursday.”
“Excellent! I’ll take off work.”
“Good, boi!”
Fred tired of side fucking. He removed his love tool. He asked, “Do you got some heels?”
“I do,” the forty-one year old little person confirmed.
“Put em on, sissy! I’ma get me anotha beer. Be on yo back.”
Fred went up to the kitchen of the double-wide trailer. He fished out a can of Bud Light. He went back into the master bedroom. He took a couple of swigs and stared at Lamar in the silver sequined high heels. He thought about his time in jail and his pretty punk boi, Nason. The chocolate faggot was his cell mate. They fucked every day – multiple times – until Fred was released. He loved how good Nason had felt on his dick. He finished his drink then he mounted Lamar.
“Take mah dick, slut,” he ordered.
Lamar whined with delight as he farted.
“Love when dat hole be talkin’,” Fred announced. “You got some good boipussy. You gone make me nut again.”
“Give to me, daddy,” the big booty sissy midget replied.
“Yeah, baby! Straight niggas love pussybois.”
“Thank you, sir!”
Fred came and rolled on his side. He said, “One more nap. Den I’ma fuck you befoe I leave.”
Lamar grinned, “Sure, daddy!”
They fell back asleep.
“Oh, faggot,” the tall beefy dark-skinned man yelled. “I love fuckin’ yo tiny self.”
“Thanks, daddy,” Lamar cried.
“My shit been on brick since I met you.”
“I see!”
“Dammit, sissy. Take dis dick!”
“Oh, baby! I love it, nigga!”
“That ass feel so good!”
Fred decided to tickle Lamar’s nut sack.
The effeminate man squirmed. His cocklet was still locked in the stainless steel chastity device.
“Ooh yeah, daddy,” Lamar shrieked.
“You turn me on so much,” the handsome excon said.
“I love that big Black dick, sir!”
“I can tell, bitch! I’ma ask E tah let me buy you again on Thursday.”
“Excellent! I’ll take off work.”
“Good, boi!”
Fred tired of side fucking. He removed his love tool. He asked, “Do you got some heels?”
“I do,” the forty-one year old little person confirmed.
“Put em on, sissy! I’ma get me anotha beer. Be on yo back.”
Fred went up to the kitchen of the double-wide trailer. He fished out a can of Bud Light. He went back into the master bedroom. He took a couple of swigs and stared at Lamar in the silver sequined high heels. He thought about his time in jail and his pretty punk boi, Nason. The chocolate faggot was his cell mate. They fucked every day – multiple times – until Fred was released. He loved how good Nason had felt on his dick. He finished his drink then he mounted Lamar.
“Take mah dick, slut,” he ordered.
Lamar whined with delight as he farted.
“Love when dat hole be talkin’,” Fred announced. “You got some good boipussy. You gone make me nut again.”
“Give to me, daddy,” the big booty sissy midget replied.
“Yeah, baby! Straight niggas love pussybois.”
“Thank you, sir!”
Fred came and rolled on his side. He said, “One more nap. Den I’ma fuck you befoe I leave.”
Lamar grinned, “Sure, daddy!”
They fell back asleep.
9 years ago
