The bass pounded out of the speakers, I could feel it in my gut as much as in my ears. I felt overwhelmed by the loud rap in concert with the blunt we were smoking. I had come here after another unsuccessful morning at the day-labor agency. We were the only two left after all the slots had been filled. Truthfully I only excepted his invitation to smoke because I was too much of a pussy to say no, I have a problem saying no to people, and he was a rather intimidating presence. He was large and black, and probably as old as my father. He introduced himself as Sweet Dick Luther. His house was rather run down, across the street from what looked like a factory of some sort and surrounded by delapedated houses, and weedy empty lots. I felt uncomfortably high but kept hitting the blunt, as he barraged me with the extended history behind Sweet Dick. He told me about being a pimp, he told me about breaking young white girls, pimping them out until they were used up!
"They begged to stay"
"Why?" I naively asked.
He laughed for a long time, he laughed and looked at the blunt, "Because they couldn't get enough of this black dick, what do you think, bitches like getting fucked by sweaty old dirty men to support me? They do it to come home to this" at which point Luther grabed his crotch. I didn't know what to say, I looked around the room, his pitbull lay on the floor, I could see his large balls vulgarly laying on the floor. I was startled out of my stare,
"You ever think about selling yourself, I know your as broke as I am, I see you everyday at the slave agency?"
"What no" I laughed off his question.
"I would fuck that little ass just like a bitches" He was now staring at me.
It was something I saw in his eyes, all I could think to say was "Please don't do this, your a gentlemen, please."
He just stood up and and dropped his sweat pants and took his shirt off all the while staring at me. His cock was thick and veiny, his balls hung low and were incredibly wrinkly. His large belly stretched his wife beater. He walked straight over to me and grabbed me by the back of the neck before I could think to do anything. He pulled me off the couch and onto my knees on the floor.
"Bitch open up" it was more an order than anything else. I felt scared, I felt vulnerable. His cock was bouncing inches from my face, I smelled his balls, I felt a radiating heat coming from his crotch. He pulled my head into his crotch, he wiped his flaccid cock and sweety balls all over my face.
"Bitch open up or I will knock your teeth out."
I took his cock into my mouth, I tasted dick for the first time. I gagged as he pushed his semi-hard cock into my mouth, my face was buried in his pubes.
"Ahh take that Sweet Dick, you will beg me for this in the near future whore, I am going to turn you out, then I am going to whore you out so I don't have to get up and go down to that fucking agency. You my white little slut are my new meal ticket. And these sweety black balls are your new favorite food bitch."
With that he pulled me by the hair off his cock and shoved me under into his humid balls. I licked them with my tongue, they tasted pungy and salty, all I could smell was Luthers balls. For the next ten minutes I lapped, licked, kissed, and sucked on Sweet Dick's balls.