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Encomium/Gangster Fairy Tale 01

By: The Avenger



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*** Dedicated to Sherry. I feel you ma.

Note: As the title says, this is a gangster story. Most of the people in South Central,Yonkers projects, South Side Jamaica Queens, or Johannesburg, Rio, Bogotá and stuff are not armed gangsters, contrary to what the KKKrazy Media suggests. (If you don't know that, I cant help you, bii-eee-oo-eetch!") However, this story is about gangsters. You hear? Just like the title suggests. Its not about decent black folk, so, you don't wanna read about that, stop reading right now.

But, knowing some of the stupid readers out there, I gotta brace myself for comments like, "You are making it seem like all blah, blah, blah..."

And lemme add, when I write, I am having a good time. I enjoy myself and laugh a lot. If my work gets some of you people pissed, well, I cant really say it saddens me. But its not really my main motivation. 

In fact, I feel sorry for the imbeciles that keep reading my shit and wanna holler at me. ...Some (stupid) shit, "WTF!" 

Prologue:

"I didn't become a gangster because we were starving, or our heat and phone were turned off, or I didn't have money; or I didn't have any other opportunity in Life. I became a gangster for the 4 Ps. Paper (cash) Power, Parties and Pussy. Most people in my Hood were not gang bangers and dealers. Most had decent jobs and went to church on Sunday. But to us, those people were dummies. They worked very hard, for very little money. We wanted to get paid, and drugs are easy money. You don't sell drugs, drugs sell themselves. We wanted power, and as gangsters, we were special people. We lived above the law, above the church, above society, and didn't give a fuck. Half the people were very nice to us because we had money, and the other half knew better than to mess with us. We were Kings of the Hood."

"You sound to me like you haven't learned your lesson at all," said MR DA, a mid forties ginger headed man with a sallow, freckled face and the cold, sharp eyes and voice of an Inquisitor.

"Oh, I have learned my lesson. I did some real bad, nasty things that still make me shudder. I wake up soaked with sweat, from my nightmares. But that is not the deciding factor. Jail is like a steel cage, filled with sadistic guards, bullies, hardened criminals and dangerous men. However, life in this Hell sure beats life in Gangster Paradise. You know why? Coz in here, I don't have to look over my shoulder all the time, wondering when someone is gonna try and murder me. Someone from a rival crew, someone I roughed up way back or his mans, someone out to get my jewels and cash, or just someone out to get a reputation, by killing a hard core gangster. I don't have to jump and palm my pistol every time I hear a loud, sudden sound, every time a car rolls up, or someone I don't know walks into my line of vision. Unless you have been a gangster, you can never quite appreciate what a heavy burden that is. I drank and took loads of drugs everyday, for two years, just to escape from that. I only have about three memories, from a whole year. I will never be a gangster again all my life. Believe me."

"What will you do then? You have no qualifications, no education. How will you make money, huh? You will work somewhere as a sweeper or waiter. Give us a break."

"That is where you are wrong MR DA. I finished my high school, in this cage. And I have started a correspondence degree. I will complete it on the outside, even if I have to work two damn jobs at the same time to survive. And believe me, Mr DA, I will make it."

His dark eyes were shining with determination as he gazed back at the five person parole hearing panel. Old Atkins, the boss of the slammer, looked like he was just bored. Mr DA looked like he didn't buy any of it, like he hadn't bought it even before he came around. His own lawyer, James, was glancing at the other faces kind of nervously, as he tried to read their minds and see if they had succeeded this time. There was someone from the cops, a big, burly, balding man in his mid fifties, looking kind of bored too. Then there was a woman with ruby red hair and lips, and very pale skin, that he did not know. She had been gazing at him intently all the time. And she looked like she believed him; fully.

Chapter 1

It was a sunny day but the breeze was kind of chilly. The g ride pulled up at the correctional facilities, about fifty kilometers from the city. It wasn't a street car named Desire, but a shiny, metallic Jeep, with dark tinted windows, 20" platinum rims, and yellow and red flames painted on the sides. Fat Hip Hop Music was bumping real loud. 

The car and the music fit perfectly to a gangster coming to visit a fellow gang banger doing a bid. The the tinted driver's window slid down smoothly and the guards at the gate exchanged curious looks as and they saw the driver.

Meanwhile, inside the slammer, William signed for his belongings, said "Bye and kiss my black ass!" to the guards, exchanged last hugs and taunts of, "See you soon." He couldn't wait to chuck out. 

He almost couldn't comprehend. Two long years and now he was a free man, soon to be on the streets again.

She was leaning against the wall, twirling her shades, and watching him. She could see the joy on his face, at being finally released. From his file, she knew that he was 24.

He picked up his duffel bag and started for the door, a big, red, leather Ruff Ryder jacket draped over his shoulders. His face and physique kind of reminded her of one of her favorite rappers, DMX. His head was shaved almost clean, with a mat of very tiny hairs. He was dark and handsome, his eyes deep, dark and hard, but smile seemed to hover at the edge of his thick, full lips. His arms were thick and powerful, so was his neck, but he wasn't bulging, more like lean and athletic, with a muscular, streamlined body. He was dressed in a black sports tank, that seemed to have his fine, defined 6-pack imprinted on it. He wore loose, baggy jeans and Nike A1s, white of course. 

William noticed the white woman watching him. He remembered her. She was the woman from his parole hearing. Her face seemed kind of familiar, but he couldn't quite place it.

As his dark eyes met hers, she nodded at him and stepped up. He couldn't tell the ages of white women easily, and what with all that cosmetic surgery stuff nowadays. He guessed her to be about thirty five. 

She was tall, almost taller than him in her high heels. She had a thick, wavy mane of ruby red hair, combed open, and cascading down her shoulders. Her face was pretty, and good natured. Her brows were trimmed and penciled, giving them a sexy arch. She had big, blue eyes with speckles of hazel that kind of sparkled. Her nose was small and cute, her mouth full and pouting, and it had a light pink gloss. 

The tall white ma had a fine booty and she was looking elegant and chic all right. A thin, knitted, black scarf was draped around her neck and she wore a vest on top of a white, long sleeved shirt that was draped over the alluring mounds of her proud, round breasts. She had a tapering waist and flaring, feminine and accommodating hips that were cupped in a pair of tight, blue jeans, from the Rapper, Nelly's Apple Bottoms label. He could see the curve of her juicy, perfectly rounded butt from the front. Her thighs were strong, and athletic, with a feminine fullness to them, her legs long. She wore shiny, high heeled, black, leather boots that clacked as she walked up to him. 

She had a sweet, feminine flair, but there was something resolute, strong and vibrant about her. She seemed like a person who could hold her own. And yeah, probably take dick too. 

"Mmmm! Pounding that fineness! Da-ye-e-e-em!!!" That was what he thought, the young man that hadn't seen pussy throughout his two year bid, as he wondered why she was displaying open interest in him. 

She held her hand out to him, giving him a dazzling, confident smile, "Hi there William. My name is Karen. I am your PO."

He took her proffered, dainty hand and she surprised him with a strong, firm shake. Recognition dawned on his face suddenly.

"Hi there. Karen Cosworth, right?" the young black man said, sizing her up. He gave her an appreciative smile, like "Yeah, I am feeling you, ma."

"Yep. I thought I would pick you up, so we could get to know each other a bit, and set some things straight right from the start."

"Is that right?" he responded, with a look that could mean anything, from "cool," to "fuck you."

"That's right daddy," Karen responded nonchalantly, holding his gaze.

Two pairs of strong, determined eyes held each other's gaze. Then Karen softened; she did not try to stare him down, but charmed him with her winning, sweet, dimpled smile. It worked. He broke into his own dimpled smile, showing some even, white teeth. 

"I am not part of the incarceration system, but a person who will do her best to help you avoid going back in that concrete and steel cage. If you will give it your best too."

"Uh huh?"

"Uh huh! You cool with that, daddy?"

"Yeah ma. I'm feeling you." 

"Good. Ready to ride?"

"Definitely," he nodded. 

Though of medium height, the young black man had a huge aura, which she could feel. Big Will, they used to call him, in his baller days. She wondered, was that because of his aura, or was he big somewhere else. Her pouting lips broke into a smile, as she turned on her heel and led him out, back into the free world.

They walked to her car, he with a confident swagger, she sort of seemed to glide, her body undulating like a snake's, hips swaying sexily, her ass rolling. It was a long ride to her office and so before they got in, she removed her jacket and tossed it into the back and he followed suite. 

"That's a fine ass g-ride ma!"

"Thanks. Lemme get my smokes." 

She half climbed into the back and rummaged in her hand bag for a pack of cigarettes. Her jeans slid lower for a second, revealing a lace, pale blue thong disappearing tantalizingly into the deep crack between her cheeks. 

William lit a cigarette, his cock stirring as he gazed at that fine ass and thong. He was wondering, "Damn! How did a white woman get all that ass. And those lips. Mmmm!" He hadn't seen pussy in ages and he was horny. But it wasn't just that. Ma was hot, banging.

Chapter 2

Karen cruised along the high way, fat beats bumping, windows open, letting in the breeze, as both puffed on their cigarettes. He was sitting languidly, completely relaxed. She didn't interrupt him, as he gazed around, at the horizon, the open fields, ...

"I didn't know there were female parole officers. Why, ma?" William asked, as they sipped their beer.

She smiled. He was curious, interested in her. Honesty was always good, in establishing contact and winning trust. Speaking truthfully and easily, she told him about herself, that there were bemused, amused reactions when she had first volunteered to work as a parole officer. Everybody like, "We know you want to do good, but these are not nice, sweet, Sunday school boys. These are hard core, black ghetto criminals, who will soon be back behind bars or dead."

But she had pointed out her track record; working as a school teacher in ---, then running programs to get youngsters out of gangs and drugs. 

"Why there of all places?"

"It was kind of a fate thing, really. When I got here all the schools in good neighborhoods were fully staffed. The only place I could work was there. Everybody was like "No you cant work there. Its full of gangsters, crack heads and whores. And those blacks hate white people. They dangerous." I mean, I was petrified! Don't laugh..." she chuckled.

"Yeah, don't phuk wit dem project Niggaz!" he chuckled heartily. "Why did you do it?"

"I had to eat. Ha ha ha. And I wanted to work. I mean, I trained as a teacher and psychologist to help out troubled kids, no matter their race. And it wasn't as bad as the media made it out to be. I mean, most people saw what I was about and they showed me love. I started doing projects with the kids, and that led to an anti-gang project, yunno."

"You ever had situations?"

"Not really. I mean, a couple of times my stuff got stolen, but the kids went and got it back for me. And after a while, nobody bothered me. I mean, when the moms and dads realized that I was really trying to help their kids, and being successful too, I got nothing but love."

William was smiling to himself, for he had seen Karen on TV, sounding like your typical, college educated, white woman. But as they chatted and listened to Hip Hop, she was sounding like a ghetto woman with little education. He guessed it came from the fact that she had worked for years in his Hood. You couldn't win anyone' trust over there, sounding like Mrs Bush! 

As they got close to town, she popped another CD into the player.

"Hey, check this out, its some old shit from Mega (Cormega). You know Mega?"

"Yeah. But I never bump those NYC boys."

"Peep this. Its deep. Its called dirty game..."

She turned up the volume and the bass was so fat it made the whole car vibrate.

The music had something about it, beauty and morbidness, joy and happiness, pain and sorrow, all mixed together.

He had never really listened to Mega before. The guy was rhyming in the typical New York style, his words weaving through the beat like a speed car driver navigating skillfully through high rise blocks at high speed. And every nuance was on point like a javelin. However, it wasn't Mega's skills that moved him, but the lyrics.

"I spend my days in a steel cage, Where brothers feel rage, And get real with razor blades, In ill ways, So when my cell close, My brain cells expose, And my pen excels to a part of hell froze, Inside of me was tellin' me to stay out, Reality was tellin' me that if I found a way out, I had to stay out, Plans I had to lay out, In order to elevate from my identity, Mentally accelerate, I seen a lot of men break down, Being an inmate, Now I realize I couldn't make the same mistakes, It was real being concealed in steel gates, Where brothers who feel hate against a another race, Which only indicates a snake mentality, These are my days of reality"

Hook: "The streets is a dirty game, My heart's still home in the streets, It's a damn shame, The streets is a dirty game, But Niggaz stay strapped in the hood"

"... Look at me once a convicted felon, Once addicted to sellin', The substance which corrupted many men in my era, ... I could remember as an inmate, At Mid state I stayed in the law library, Some chose to lift weight, fine, If they content with they time, They strip us of our visits, Limit our education, Ridicule us Niggaz, Modern enslavement, Even though I'm out of the cages, I'm the voice of the soldier in the yard with the banger!"

"That shit is deep!" he nodded.

"You know, he did a bid, came out and started his own record label. He has a nice crib, a wife and two kids and he doing all right. It only shows you what you can accomplish, if you put your mind to it and work hard. Here, I got something from Cube. And the beat is from Dre! Lemme just find it. By the way, anybody ever tell you look like my favorite, X! (DMX)"

"Matter of fact!" he chuckled. Then he eyed her sharply, wondering did this white woman really know anything about Hip Hop, did she feel it, or was it just part of her act to come across as cool. "You a Hip Hop head huh?"

"True. Started off with Cube, "Today I didn't even have to use my AK! I gotta say it was a good day!"

"Yeah, that shit was banging way, way back!" he laughed. "Cube made some songs dissing whites, yunno?" he said, smiling cheekily at her.

"I got everything from Cube. I know every jam. He wasn't just dissing, he was saying his mind. Dialog is good. Its keeping it all locked away that is harmful."

"True!" he nodded. 

She turned the music up even louder and was bobbing her head like a ghetto, hip hop head and mumbling along to the lyrics.

"They give us guns and drugs, Then wonder why in the fuck we thugs, They wanna count the slugs, Then come around here and fuck with us (Uh huh)"

"I'm from the land of the gang bang, Since I was little, ain't a god damn thang changed, It's the same ol same, Bush run shit like Saddam Hussein, I cock and aim, clinically insane, To deal with this bullshit day to day, If I sell some yay or smoke some hay, You bitches wanna throw me up in pelican's bay, Call me an animal up in the system, But who's the animal that built this prison, Who's the animal that invented lower living, The projects, thank god for Russell Simmons, Thank god for Sugar hill, I'm putting a different kind of steel up to my grill, Y'all know what it is, scared for your own kids, How these ghetto Niggaz taken over showbiz"

"It's boyz in the hood, it's toys in the hood, Y'all wanna know why there's noise in the hood, Cause there's drugs in the hood, thugs in the hood, Nigga killed a crip and a blood in the hood (For real), Cause when Niggaz get tribal, It's all about survival, nobody liable, I got caught by five-oh, Grand mama came to court with her Bible, But when the judge hit the gavel, Now I'm too far from my family to travel (Fuck), I just came unraveled, Socked the D.A. before I got gaffled, Owned by C.A, State Property, Just like the year fifteen fifty three..."

"I love Ice Cube..." she said, turning down the volume as the song ended.

"Its true, what he is saying. The FBI and the government flooded the ghettos with guns and drugs to destroy the power of the Black Panthers and them. Now they lock you us or shoot us dead for it. The US government is the worst organized crime syndicate in the world."

"Drugs destroy the black community more than anything else."

"We aren't the only ones with guns an drugs. And you know what, through out all my time as a roller, I did a lot of fucked up things. But one thing I never did, I never held a gun to a person's head and forced them to take drugs."

"A man shall be condemned or exalted by his words and actions. Blaming someone else is easy, but taking responsibility for your actions is manly."

"Isn't it a bit too much, for you people to expect so much from us, after all we have been through?" he asked her, his eyes hard, like he was accusing her of everything evil done by white men.

"I am not denying the fact that you don't have an easy lot. But what can you do? Take the government to court?" she shrugged. 

"The president has immunity anyway," William laughed dryly.

"William, hate and revenge are human, but forgiveness is godly. You cant change the past but you can affect your future. You owe it to yourself, to make the best of your life."

He nodded, looking at her with respect.


Encomium/Gangster Fairy Tale 01



"What you say we get something to eat. I know you are dying for a beer and a tasty, juicy steak, huh?" she said, pulling up before a fine restaurant.

"Definitely. Damn! You are heaven sent..." the young black man said. The mature white woman climbed onto the car seat to get her hand bag and her jeans slid lower, showing those thong straps cutting into her curvy hips and the back strap sinking into her nice deep crack. William smiled. Man, he hadn't seen pussy in ages. He was so horny...

In his gangster days, William had had his fair share of chicks that wanted to fuck a high roller; black, white, Asian, Latin, whatever. But they had all been young girls. He had never had a hot, mature white ma like her though. Mmmm! He felt so attracted to her suddenly. 

He knew she was not for him, he was just a thug coming from jail, and she was a mature, attractive, sharp minded woman. And his PO. But damn!!! Hot-damn! Was it just a coincidence, that he was seeing that ass and thongs for the second time in one hour?

"Where you from? Karen?" he asked in a hoarse voice, gazing at her ass dreamily.

"Oregon. Stop leering at my old ass. Its disrespectful!" She wasn't annoyed though. She just wagged a playful finger at him and pulled up her pants.

"Nah! Its hot! Ha ha ha! Sorry. I haven't been around a lady in two years. But that beauty there is hot all the same. Ha ha ha." he laughed deeply, with humor, forcing his eyes to leave that ass.

"I can help you earn something even hotter. A life in freedom."

"Yeah, I dig that. Don't free Willy, free me."

"Lench Mobb, with ICE CUBE!!!!"

She chuckled.

Then her cellphone rang. He saw something wary creep into her. There was a stiffness that came to her posture. She checked the number, since to think twice and then she answered.

"Hallo, Cosworth."

William heard a loud, angry male voice. He couldn't make out the words but picked out the anger. Karen stiffened visibly now and her face was covered with worry. Then she forced herself to relax, and forced a smile and said, "hold on a second. Excuse me one sec, William."

She walked off stiffly, out of ear shot. One thing was clear to him, she was scared shit-less. And she seemed to be talking to the angry man in placating tones, but mostly, she was listening and looking very uncomfortable.

She hung up after ten minutes and he saw her inhale and exhale deeply and gather herself. Then she walked back up to him, smiling.

"Everything all right?"

"Yes. It was nothing really."

For a second, he thought of letting it go. But he didn't.

"Karen, trust me, I know when someone is scared? Maybe it will help to talk to someone."

"Thanks for your concern. But its nothing. I just got divorced. And things are kind of rocky, with my ex. But its nothing really. It will soon blow over. Lets go get a bite..."

She led him on. William did not even look at her rolling ass. His eyes were fixed on her neck and shoulders. They were stiff. He didn't know what was going on, but Karen was very shaken up and scared. There was definitely something happening there.

Chapter 3

They sat at a table in a cozy Italian restaurant, with soft music playing as they ate ravenously. Karen had never seen a man make a plate of steak, potatoes and gravy disappear so fast. And he had poured down half a liter of coke just like that. She ate a tasty salad and drank a glass of white wine. She noticed the usual unfriendly looks from some of the other diners, especially the elder ones, of course, labellings her as a horny, shameless white mom with a taste for young, black flesh. 

Karen had been working with paroles for five years and not once had she cheated on her husband. She cared very much for their well being and rehabilitation, giving it her best, and it annoyed her to think that some people were so programmed as to think in this one track manner. But she knew she could not do anything about the people's poisoned thoughts.

But it was also gratifying, to know they got so mad, imagining her going off soon afterwards, to mount this young, hot black stud and ride the skin off his humongous black dick that they feared he had. Karen smiled sweetly.

As William relaxed and started sipping wine, she noticed his eyes roam around, gazing at the women. She could see the hunger for pussy in his eyes. She always saw it on guys that just came out of jail. If it had been up to her, she would give every guy a night with a hot hooker, just to help him relax.

Chapter 4

They had very rich, creamy tiramisu for desert. Then Karen drove William home. Karen felt good about William. He was smart. And he was a good kid, or young adult, that got seduced by the crime, gangster life. She had worked with many guys like him. 

Karen knew she was doing quite well, compared to most other Parole Officers, that she knew were only too intent on sending the guys back to the slammer. Out of ten paroles, she averaged four, that became rehabilitated into society. Two usually ended up going back to jail for parole violations, two went back to crime after their parole periods, and two usually got shot before their parole period was over. Even though she knew she could whip a donkey to go to the river but couldn't force it to drink, the failures always caused her pain and anguish. She saw something in these guys that most of civil society, even other black people did not see.

As they neared his house, she said to him, 

"Listen, William, you know your conditions, right, no drugs, no violence, no crimes, not even a misdemeanor. And you cannot hang with gang bangers. You need a job and a permanent place of residence. I will have your blood checked for drugs regularly. And I have eyes and ears in your hood and in the scene. We cool?"

"Uh huh! But, ah..."

"What?"

"I was smoking weed in jail everyday, so that will turn up in the blood test. And some of the guys I used to bang with are cousins. They will be throwing a party for me tomorrow. After that, I wont hang with them and I wont smoke weed."

"Make sure. And we cool. Now, I can help you enter a college and set you up with a partial scholarship. If you show me that you are serious. Do you need help finding a job?"

"As a black ex con? You kidding me?"

"A friend of mine owns a takeaway joint. It ain't the best job in the world, but when you are at rock bottom, the only way is up."

"Its all right."

William had inherited a three bedroomed house with a big yard from his mom. They lived in a better part of LBC, though it was drug and gang infested, with young, 14 year olds already riding, if their parents who didn't educate them better. Not many white people would dare go there, but Karen was not scared, people knew her here. She pulled up at his house and went in with him. 

His cousin Amanda had kept the place clean and in shape. But it was half empty. What hadn't been repossessed had been sold off by Amanda, probably, he told Karen. But he wasn't bitter. She had two kids, with no daddy. Karen told him she could hook him up with some old furniture.

"All right then William, I think you have a very good chance of getting out. Now, its all up to you. I swear, if you fuck up, I wont hesitate to have your parole revoked. You dig?"

He nodded. He could see in her pretty eyes that she wasn't joking. And he had no intention of disappointing her. Jail had opened up his eyes, and made him realize that being a roller was not a majestic thing, like he had thought.

They shook hands. William gave in to an urge and slid his left arm around her shoulder. She came to him, hugged him, making him woozy from her perfume and feminine softness and warmth for a second. Then she patted his back and stepped back. 

After Karen left, William did some press ups and then sat on his dark porch, sipping water from a bottle. His thoughts stayed on Karen.

He had known that coming back into the real world would be confusing, but hadn't thought that that would start so fast. Karen was confusing for him.

Life had taught him that things were never always as they seemed. The first, hard lesson had come from the hood. The lesson was, "Your best friends today can be your enemies tomorrow." This had happened, when he and his crew of ballers and high rollers had turned guns on each other, for money, power and pussy, resulting in several of his friends dying and him being locked up. 

The second lesson had come in prison. When he was balling, he had hated black Muslims. They had been fucking up things for him and the boys in the hood, trying to instigate the community to rise and take action against the dealers, getting moms, dads and kids and old folk to march together and block the best drug spots and stuff. However, in jail, the same Muslims had taken him into their fold and helped him escape the fate that befell many a young, handsome buck doing his first bid. William had had to take and mete out some severe beatings, but he never was raped or forced to join the criminal gangs. The Muslims had taken him into their fold and given him books and conversation to open up his mind.

In jail, he had learned about the reality of his people, "Buffalo soldiers, stolen from Africa, brought to America, fighting on arrival, fighting for survival."

He had come out expecting his parole officer to be a mean, nasty guy, trying to exploit him and get him locked up again fast.

But Karen was not like that at all. She gave him the impression that she was on his side. True, she was known in his Hood. She had done much work there. And helped many a brother and a sister.

But he wondered at her motivation. Why? Why would a white woman from Oregon want to help black folk when her men folk in power were doing their damnedest to keep them broke, dumb and fucked up, using wood to build coffins instead of making school books, and using steel and concrete to lock them up instead of building nice houses in the hood, spending billions on wars and jet airplanes and space shuttles instead of raising the standard of living for his folk.

In the Hood, he had never had much contact with whites, except for young white gangster groupie hos, that were caught up in the gangster rap craze and wanted to ride with a gangster and suck and fuck black gangster cock and take drugs and feel like they were bad.

Then came his arrest, and the white inquisitor of a DA who did his damnedest to convince a stone faced pale jury that he was a dangerous beast and a menace to society, which he was, though he wondered why the white folk cared. He never went to their suburbs. And then there was the evil judge who sentenced him to three years with hard labor, for possessing much less cocaine than they could find on Paris, Britney, Tommy Lee or even senators on any day.

Then came the sadistic guards in jail, who took pleasure in humiliating and knocking the patch out of a black man's ass, limiting their visits and putting them in solitary just for the fuck of it. Like, they came to let you out in the yard and would say, "What's up, Nigger! Time to walk the dog. Catch!"

All those people had fanned his hate and distrust for white people.

But Karen was different. He could feel it. She cared. But could he trust her? Or were the Muslims right? Were these people really all his enemies.

Yeah, he didn't know. Jail had taught him patience. Still, his pain, anger, hurt and fear made his heart quick to want to see an enemy in her. However, his mind decided to be patient. He would give her a long rope and see if she would hang herself with it, or throw it at him and help pull him up. And he would not give her any excuse whatsoever, to wanna turn on him. That, he was determined.

Chapter 5

His cousin Derek, that they called Big D, and the boys from his former crew, were glad to have him back home and threw a fat party for him. They were laughing about all the dumb shit he had pulled before the slammer, and talking about riding again. They had a couple of hot chicks that he used to fuck way back, a black booty ma from the hood, and a tall, slim white blond that had rich parents but only wanted to be a dangerous black gangster's bitch. He disappeared in his bedroom and got some nice, wet, deep, hot pussy for the first time in two years. It felt good, just like in the old days, having two hot chicks, young, sexy, wild, getting freaky with it, one sucking his dick as the other licked his balls and ass, one sitting on his face and riding his tongue with her hot, tasty pussy as the other rode his dick. One holding the other's ass cheeks wide apart as he fucked her rectum, and then pulled it out and gave the other to lick. 

After two hours of hardcore, 10 X rated sex, he returned to the party, well and happily fucked. The boys cheered, just like in old times, just like was traditional.

His cousin, Big D took him to his big ass truck and they leaned against it, passing a forty and a joint back and forth.

Derek was bumping some new gangster rap shit. 

"That's that Nigga Game! Nigga banging yo! He bringin the West Coast back up in this bitch! Check this out!"

"This is how we do, We make a move and act a fool while we up in the club, This is how we do, Nobody do it like we do it so show us some love"

"...You don't want, none, Nigga betta, run, When beef is on, I'll pop that, trunk, Come get some, Pistol grip palmed, If a Nigga step on my white Air Ones... Ready here I come, Compton, unh, Dre found me in the, slums, Selling that skunk, one hand on my gun, I was selling rocks when Master P was saying "Unnnh", Buck pass the blunt, Its G-Unit, girls just wanna have fun, Coke and rum, Got weed on the ton, I'm banging with my hand up her dress like, unh, I'll make her cum, purple haze in my lungs, Whole gang in the front in case a Nigga wanna, stunt..."

William said he liked the beat and the flow but the lyrics were tired. Derek was like, "No Nigga, das da real!"

Then Derek said to William, "When you coming back to the fold? We been missing you. We need to ride again."

But William told him he had to lay low. And they could not hang together for he did not want to violate his parole conditions and go back to jail. 

Big D was like, "Fuck that. Let Mo handle it."

"Damn, D, give me time cousin. I mean, I am twenty four, you 33, ain't we getting too old for this gang bang shit?"

"Nigga, I am riding till the wheels fall off!"

"Listen, Derek, shit ain't a joke!" William sneered, feeling pissed off. "We killed Yello, P and Lo Lo."

"It was them or us, cousin. WTF!"

"Listen man, I am out."

"You crazy! You know how many people will be after you once they hear you on your own? Nigga wont last a day."

"I survived jail, I got a good PO and I don't wanna fuck things up. Respect mine. I need to lay me down..."

William left the party and went into his bedroom. It was the first time in his life he ever walked away from a room full of his homies, drugs, brew and hot ass chicks, willing to fuck.

As he lay back in his bed, hearing the muffled voices music and happy laughter, William thought back to how he had ended up going to jail.

Chapter 6

William's story:

If William didn't have money growing up, it wasn't because he didn't want it. Hell, he wanted the paper, the cash. And money could be made in the hood. You just had to be a gangster. That was the problem though, his mom didn't think it was a nice occupation.

"I'll kick you out my damn house, if you cut school and sell poison on the street! By Jesus of Nazareth, you will be out on your own," that was what his mom said. And she meant it.

And she was ill too, so he couldn't just move out and go hustling. She had a bad heart condition and high blood pressure, because the number one killer of inner city black women was stress.

William knew many people that were not involved in drugs and gangs. In fact, most people weren't. But to him it seemed kind of boring, stupid and corny. The decent folk, hell, they didn't have the gear, the cars, the jewels. Shit, they didn't have a shine, and nobody feared them. They were bitches, if you asked him.

His mom's brother, Uncle Pastor Bester told him,

"Young pardner, you got it all wrong, gangsters don't live that long."

But he answered, "F that. Gangsters live large."

"No way are you becoming a gangster! You will kill your mom with that!"

Therefore, William had to stay in fag ass school, and for what? Lessons, so one day you might grow up to be a teacher or office worker. Fuck that. William was more like,

"When I grow up I wanna be a bad ass gangster. And you woozy ass bitches can just kiss my black ass from here to right across the street, biii-oo-eee-tch!"

At eighteen, he was just a boy in the hood humming along to Nas Escobar's Sweet Dreams, like,

"Sweet dreams are made of this, Niggaz push Beamers and Lexus, 300cs, Who am I to disagree, Everybody is looking for something."

One sunny afternoon, his mom was at work and he was chilling with his girlfriend, Nathalie. Nathalie was a hot, chocolate beauty with a real pretty face, mesmerizing, doe eyes, and such lush, kissable, pouting lips. She had a body like a ghetto guitar; thick tits, slim, tapering waist, wide flaring hips and a gorgeous, firm round ass you could see from the front. Damn! Ma was hot. Banging! 

However, she had an attitude and he didn't like, not one bit. There he was, trying to get his fuck on, while his mom was at work. They were in his bedroom, on top of his bed covers. Nathalie's hot, chocolate brown booty was spread out under him and he was was pumping his thick, long cock to the hilt in her hot tight, soaking, slick pussy. She was moaning softly, pearls of sweat shining on her forehead, her sexy, brown, bedroom eyes all dreamy. Her nice, perky tits were heaving to her labored breathing, and her juicy thighs were raised and spread wide open. She was so wet that her entire crotch and inner thighs were soaked. Beads of her pussy juices were glistening in her soft, crinkly thatch of pubic fair like tiny jewels. 

He was pumping his cock in and out of her tunnel, smoothly, rhythmically, loving the feel of her soft, thick ass cheeks as he ground into her. But Nathalie was just laying there and gobbling like a turkey and enjoying the dick, letting him do all the work to make her cum. Again! After refusing to blow him, and forcing him to put on a rubber, as usual.

"Yeah baby... That's it. That's my spot. Hit it baby..."

He thought, "WTF!!!" and so he smacked her, snatched her by the throat and told her matter of fact like, "Bitch! Move that fat ass. Work for your pleasure goddammit!" 

William pulled almost all the way out and then rammed his big dick deep inside her tight hole. She got mad as hell and tried to shove him off, but he pinned her down by the throat and pounded her pussy, his young, strong hips pumping lustily, rhythmically. Nathalie went berserk, baring her teeth like an angry tiger and sinking her talons into his ass cheeks as she fucked him back like she wanted to break his back. 

They literary carried their on going fight to the bed, the fight between an intelligent, proud, young black woman in love, and a young buck with ambitions as a nasty, freaky rider and high roller. William loved her, but he wanted her to get down like a nasty slut, a cross between a porn star and a video ho. His head was too filled with trash from Hip Hop videos and the exploits from his cousin Big D and his gangster friends. In fact, William didn't want a girlfriend, he wanted a gangster bitch!

But Nathalie would not give him that. Not ever. So now, he was punishing her with his big, black cock, trying to beat her into submission. And Nathalie was giving back as good as she was getting, wrapping her powerful thighs around his waist, sinking her talons into his ass cheeks and biting his shoulder, as she threw her hips up at him with an angry passion. 




Encomium/Gangster Fairy Tale 01



His cock missed her pussy and she chuckled. 

"Need to work on your aim, mutha-phuka!!! Just as well though, the condom is almost off. Put on a new one, before you knock me up, jerk!" She slapped his cock.

William grunted, feeling pissed. He suddenly had a strong urge. He ripped off the rubber that was really just covering his tip now. His thick, dark, veined shaft was shiny with her juices. Then he jumped up to straddle her chest, and yanked her by the hair to his turgid cock.

"Suck that dick. Bitch! Taste your fucking cunt!"

"Fuck you! Make me!"

He smacked her face with his dick and then forced her jaw open and shoved his thick, sheathed cock into her mouth.

"Taste your fucking pussy, you freak bitch! Suck the motherfucker!"

her eyes blazed at him and she pulled back her lips, baring her even, white teeth. For a second, he shivered, thinking she would bite it. But she started throwing her head at him, blowing his dick ravenously, like she wanted to devour it. He groaned and pumped his hips back and forth, his cock swishing in and out of her drooling mouth. She gave him a mad, slobbering blow job. Then she pushed him back, smacked his cock, grabbed it and pumped it. 

For a second, he thought of bare-backing on her and pumping her full of his cum. Then he got scared, thinking he would knock her up, have to marry her and put up with her attitude forever, for ever, ever, ever. He tossed her a rubber and she snickered and rolled it deftly over his hard cock. She blew him again, with the rubber on. Then she pushed him back,

"Finish what you started! Jerk!"

He pushed her legs up high and pounded her pussy with a passion. Nathalie screamed loud, and hammered her hips into his. So he hammered her harder and damn near cracked her thighs out of formation. The bed creaked and jarred under them as they fucked with a madness. 

"You fucking bastard! You son of a bitch! You done started shit now! Put your back into it! Hit it Nigga! Split me in two!" Nathalie cried in agony, as she fucked him back madly.

"Ohhhhhhhhh!" he groaned as he hit it hard. "Yeah! Put your ass in it bitch!"

"Ahhhh-ooohhhh-ahhhh!" Nathalie groaned gutturally, throwing her head back, her eyes rolling back in their sockets, her tongue lolling out of her mouth as her body was hit by heavy shudders. He felt her pussy clench tight around him like a fleshy vice grip. William bit his lower lip and fucked her harder. Then Nathalie was tossing and turning and cumming like a bitch, screaming the house down. He fucked her even harder, like he wanted her momma to hear her scream. 

Nathalie was cumming continuously, arching her back and inviting him to shove it in deeper. Then she grabbed him by the throat with both hands like she was trying to choke him, and she hissed at him like an angry snake. He pulled back, hammered it in and she gave loud scream, of pleasure so intense it was like pain. A violent explosion ripped through his balls, his cock, his body and his head. He shook so hard as his young cock spurt jet after jet of thick, hot lava. 

Nathalie wrapped her arms around his neck, yanked him down on top of her and kissed him so hard, sucking his tongue forcefully down her throat keeping his cock possessively deep inside her hot, tight pussy. 

They dozed off for a while, both drowsy from their explosive passion.

That was the first time that he had really fucked the shit out of her, and seen her really lose it and throw that pussy at him like she never wanted it back. She must have cum seven times, back to back.

He thought new times were coming, a new dawn was breaking, a new era in his sex life... Hell no. Instead of saying "thank you for that brutal, hard core loving, fucking me to an oblivion and making me drunk from cuming," when she recovered, Nathalie pinched him and sneered, 

"Listen, shit 4 brains, don't ever treat me like your bitch ever again, ass hole!"

"Quit being such a fucking dork. You loved the shit. You an undercover freak, bitch!"

"Who you calling a bitch! Fuck! I don't fucking believe this shit!" she pushed him off her and glared angrily at him. "Yunno my brother Mac just come back from jail. Don't fuck around and make him have to go riding on a Nigga like Chitty, chitty bang bang! Boom bye bye mutha-phucka!!!" 

William knew better than to talk shit. Mac was a bad ass gangster. He probably would not shoot him, because their moms had been close. But Mac would kick the shit out of him, and he couldn't do shit about it. Mac was a gangster, with a bad ass crew, and he had nothing, no crew, no steel, no skills. Just his books.

Nathalie then called five girlfriends of hers, one after the other, yelling the whole story again and again, like, "Yunno what that Nigga did to me! Calling me his bitch! Forcing me to suck him and shit! Fuck! I don't believe this shit!"

William just rolled his eyes. He loved Nathalie and she loved him. But she was such a disappointment, fouling up his mood with her intelligent black woman stuff. She wouldn't suck dick or lick balls and ass, wasn't into putting on skimpy micro skirts or skin tight jeans, with the thong pulled out. She was just a possessive nag really. No wonder his mans said he was a dork with a square ass, narrow minded bitch.

He became real pissed. Nathalie was like, "The fuck you sneering at, mutha-phuka!"

He fell over her and they ripped each other's clothes off and fucked again, violently. She came again, like a bitch in heat, and dissed him again, for grabbing her throat and ramming his cock into her, and said he deserved the scratches on his ass cheeks, which she had given him, trying to yank him deep inside her hole. 

From that day, their fucking was almost violent. He did always manage to shove his cock into her mouth, but Nathalie never knelt at his feet and worshiped his cock, like he knew gangster bitches were doing for his cousin.

Chapter 7

One sunny afternoon, his cousin Derek or Big D, as they called him, scooped him up and they rolled down the streets with fat beats bumping. Big D was living the gangster fairytale, son. Like WHOA!!! He was a boy in Hood before the movie; a criminal/hustler/drug dealer/pistol popper/thug/gangster.

Some people warned their kids about him, but for William, his cousin was a made man. He sank into the passenger seat in Big D's leather interior, feeling like a million bucks. Big D was pushing a brand new, metallic black Infinity, with tinted windows, 21" platinum rims and a bad ass sound system, sound woofers and all. And he had navigation to keep him on course, four LCD screens, play stations, even a lap top and DJ gear up in there.

They drove a couple of meters and Big D pulled over and started chatting to Manuela that they all called Money. She was the hottest girl on William's street, a couple of years older. She paused in her stride and gazed at the two guys in the g ride. Mami was looking hot, a tall, curvaceous brown beauty in a boob tube, booty shorts and high heels, with a purse slung over her shoulder. She wore dark shades and her full lips were a deep ruby red.

"Hi Big D. Hi Papi.." she greeted them, her eyes twinkling at William over her shades.

Her mom was Puerto Rican. She was always good natured, and liked to call a man Papi, if she liked him. 

William melted in her gaze. Damn! He had been having wet dreams about Manuela since puberty. But Money only hung with gangsters, not some mark ass school boys like him. 

"SO, how you been doing lil Will?" she asked him flirtatiously.

"Fine," he replied through a parched throat.

"You know my brother on lock down. Why don't you come around and fix some stuff for us, around the house. That'd be real nice. We can kick it afterwards."

"Yes. All right..." William replied fast, his heart thudding.

Then Derek interrupted, and started chatting her up, shooting pimp game. She was flirting right back, giggling sweetly. He got her number and she was like,

"Holler at me. I mean, I got a boyfriend and all, but if shit don't work out, you never know."

William was like, "FUCK!" He never got that far with her. 

William had a feeling that Money liked him, just like he liked her. But she didn't date school boys or the usual brother. She was a baller bitch! She had a thing for gangsters, with the ride, the paper, the bling and the life. Like Big D. 

Big D could get hos like click! He could have a hot bitch riding shot gun in his big ass truck, and whenever he felt the urge to get his fuck on, Big D just jumped one row back and got his dick sucked.

For some people, that was really trashy, low life shit, but for young William, that was right where he wanted to be, a young man, with cash, bling, fat ride, and fine ass big booty gangster bitches to serve him. 

And yeah, he wanted to be feared and respected around the hood. Just like Derek aka Big D.

When Big D rolled up, everybody shut the fuck up, because he was a dangerous gangster, with a dangerous crew. Nobody fucked with him. Except the bitches. Yeah, many hot, young bitches. "Bii-ee-oo-tch!"

Two days later, William dropped by her house and fixed stuff for her and her moms and sisters. He then chilled with Manuela on the warm, dark porch, smoking la with her and her mom. Manuela was learning to massage and she stood behind his chair and worked magic on his shoulders.

"Mmmm. You growing some nice, big muscles, lil Will. When you all grown up, maybe I will give you a full body massage. Would you like that?"

"Ummm. Yeah.." was all he rasped as his hard, thick cock ran riot in his pants. He would have loved to pull it out and show her that he was a big man now. But her mom would have cussed him out and probably thrown a bucket of dirty water over him, for pulling that shit. And anyway, even if they ha been alone, he would not have had the courage to make moves on her. 

Sometimes, Manuela would call him and they would have some dirty talk. She would be teasing him with her silky voice, telling him about the tiny thongs that she was working into the slit of her waxed, dripping pussy. She would say they were edible, and if he was hungry she could give them to him for dessert.

However, when they met, nothing happened, except some veiled flirting. He just could not bring himself to shoot game at her. He felt she was too good for him. She was a hot baller girl and he was nothing. Just a nerd.

Chapter 8

When his mom died from her heart condition, leaving him the house, it didn't take long for William to decide to roll. After all, now he lived alone and nobody could tell him shit.

At first, Big D and the crew were not sure about William. They had all cut school ages ago and he was a straight As fool. They told him, "Ah ah, you ain't no hustler."

He said, "Ah ah, don't even doubt it. Pass me a sack."

He sold the sack in like no time. They patted his shoulders and said, "You a g. You need to quit that fag ass school, though... 

They gave him more sacks to sell. And he was soon working the streets, selling dope and whatever drugs that fucked up people needed, to get more fucked up.

He was the lowest member of the crew and he stood on corners selling drugs, had to run errands, didn't have shit to say and he got paid the least. But he was in. 

After a while, William was taken to meet Big Mo, the head of the crew. Big Mo was about 45. There was something military about him and word was he had once belonged to a crack killer commando unit, murdering people at home and abroad for the government.

Big Mo wasn't a thug ass gang banger in hip hop gear, all iced up, riding around in a truck, sipping brew, puffing weed and probably getting his dick sucked by some young ho. No, Big Mo was a brother in a suit and tie, like a business man. He owned a gym in the hood, from which he ran things. He was soft spoken and calm. But William got the chills when he looked in his eyes.

"Hi William. Nice to meet you bro. Welcome to the family. Big D, you brought this Nigga in, he fucks up, both of you gonna git it."

"No, Boss, he a cool motherfucker. He my lil cousin. I trust him with my own life."

"All right then William, a couple of things. First of all, the crew comes first, soldier. You don't get high off your own supply, I'll cut your hand off if you try to steal from me, and you get caught, you don't squeal. I can reach out and touch you even in prison."

William knew this wasn't an empty threat. Biog Mo had power. People feared and respected him. Big D had told him that Mo was even paying cops to guard consignments of drugs and guns. And if he wanted someone iced, he just hired an off duty cop to handle it. Cops were the best killers, they knew how to commit an unsolved murder perfectly.

"Can you scrap? And can you shoot? The fuck you think this is, kindergarten? D, sort the lil Nigga out."

Violence was an every day part of the life, violence and death. As dealer/slash gangster, William had to keep his eyes open and be handy with the steel, or he would get popped, straight get gone. William worked out like a maniac and developed a lean, streamlined, powerful body. He went to Kung Fu and boxing, so he could learn how to break a guy down with his hands and feet. He went to target practice, so he could learn how to put holes in a fool's head and chest.

William moved up now, from peddling on the street to supplying the peddlers. He was riding around the hood, bringing coke and crack to the crews and solo hustlers, and picking up the cash, bringing it back to the crew. Big Mo ran things, bringing in the drugs, paying off everyone and collecting his cash, but you never saw him anywhere near that shit. He controlled it on remote control, and nobody dared steal or get funny ideas, for Mo would just send some off duty cops to whack you and declare it an unsolved, gang related slaying. 

Chapter 9

William loved his new life, the life of a gangster. He could now ride with the crew, and he could afford a nice ride, the bling, the gear. And he got respect. For gangsters had respect, money, power and respect/fear. 

Power meant that nobody fucked with you. You didn't have to follow the rules like everyone else. You didn't care about the law, the church, the society. Damn, you didn't give a fuck about anyone and what they thought. You did what the fuck you wanted. And you made other people do what the fuck you wanted. 

A gangster's horizon was at the edge of their Hood, the Hood was their world and in this world, gangsters were kings. People bowed down, even haters shut the fuck up, like the song, "Coz I ain't a hater like you, So bow down to a Nigga that's greater than you!" 

Nobody here gave a fuck about Arnie and his stupid accent. Terminate this, bitch! Terminate the governor and the fucking president.

They would go to the barber shop and the barber would throw customers out of the chair with half shaved heads and tend to Will and the boys and nobody dared say shit. They would walk up to a club and just breeze past all the people standing for hours in the queue. Security would show them love and let them in. People would clear the tables they wanted.

Normal mortals saw them coming, they made room before they even had to be told, "Move Bitch! Get out the way!"

When William moved with the crew, they rolled like ten deep; ten motherfucking dangerous criminals, drug dealers and thugs, drinking and drugging up heavily, out to act the fool. They might show you some love up in the club, but they might just start some shit up in the club, and girls would be screaming as you got fucked up in the club. 

Hell, being a gangster was like being a motherfucker with diplomatic immunity. Sometimes the boys, especially Big D and Yello, beat motherfuckers for the fuck of it. Just smacked you up and be like, "What you gonna do about that, BITCH!" 

The Police didn't bother them. Black, Latin and White cops, all the way to the top, were on the take, getting paid off real good to keep a blind eye. Hell, most of them were free lancing for gangsters in their spare time, hanging out and partaking in gangster parties and orgies.

For William, one of the best perks of being a gangster was the fl women and the easy pussy it brought. He had always had a high libido and the stamina of a horse. And when he started riding around in fat ass cars, from jeeps to ill Europeans, with money to spend, fine ass gear, bling, hell, the baller bitches came like nails to a magnet.

Nathalie dumped him for becoming a gangster. She was crying and saying she would not be the one to be left all alone, with kids, when her baby's dad was locked up or gunned down. 

"William, why daddy? Why? You intelligent. You get good grades. The world is yours. You can study and become anything you want. Get off the fucking streets and come back to school honey. I will do anything you want. Please honey..."

He turned away and she walked off sobbing. He felt some pain, real, heart felt pain. He could have walked after her and left it all behind, but he didn't, just like Nathalie knew he wouldn't.

William went and hung out with a dripping wet chicks named g n j, (gin and juice). They introduced him to their cousin, forty. She was way young though, far from forty, saying "all I need is a man to support me." She was a low maintenance broad. He paid her Korean pimp off at the corner liquor store and told him to keep the change. He twisted off her panties and pulled her dripping wet hole to his parched lips and she drooled all over him, her copious juices flowing over his gums and tongue. She was a skilled ho, massaging his head from the inside, drowning all his worries and sorrows. He was still reminiscing about Nathalie, but Madame Forty hooked him up with a couple of other hot bitches, one, a smoking hot ho called Ms Weed, and the other, an ass popping honey named Lady E. They had him in a headlock, riding his lips and tongue, mentally fucking away his lugubriousness. They got him so high and horny and made him feel strong, like TONY (Top of New York). 

He went off to a club where the crew was hanging, and hooked up with a gangster bitch. She might have been much dumber than Nathalie, and had just about as much personality and brains as the tiny, edible thongs he peeled off her hips a couple of hours after they first met, but she was hot and a nasty freak. William forgot about Nathalie, he was like the slick, Rick James Type, sticking his long pipe in her deep pussy, fucking her half dead and then pulling it out to shoot it right in her pretty face, in the back of his truck. He fucked her mouth, pussy and ass on the first date, and then was like,

"Excuse me Miss, what's your name. No, don't bother Ma, just keep that dick in your throat. You can always tell me later." JLT! Word! 

The crew was fucking so many women. Personally, he preferred black ghetto booty princesses but even Asian and White chicks were getting into this black gangster thing. Young white chicks were the easiest pussy and he lost count of how many he fucked. Sometimes, several gangsters would party with a hot, tall, slim, young blond, pounding her, sharing her, passing her around and sending her back to daddy gaping, and bathed in semen. It wasn't like they found white girl's more beautiful than black, physically, it wasn't even like they fucked better, it was just a mental thing. There was a kind of nasty pleasure in turning out daddy's lil white girl, making her get down like a bona fide dick licker, that made Nigga cum quicker, a down ass shameless slut, like a veteran stripper, skilled little black-baby-cream-sipper, all covered in black gangster baby lotion.

Like most of his crew, William never dated a girl. There was too much easy pussy floating around to bother putting up with that, "Why didn't you call? The fuck were you last night? You creeping on me? You fucking that whore? Who the fuck that white bitch was lap dancing on you in the club? My girls saw you..."




Encomium/Gangster Fairy Tale 01



One of the few guys in the crew was named Yello. Yello was a brother that looked like "super Nigga!" A huge, dark, body builder type with a gigantic body, all muscles. When Yello started dating Manuela, the neighbor's girl that William had had a crush on for ages, William felt sick with jealous. 

Manuela was 21, a hot mama with a pretty face, with smooth, chocolate brown skin. She had a gorgeous, stacked booty, thick tits, slim waist and curvy hips and ass by the pound. She loved to flaunt it, walking with her designer thongs and half her nice, big, chocolate butt showing half the time. 

Manuela was a high maintenance broad. She had expensive tastes, and loved jewels and fine, expensive clothes, not hip hop gear like DKNY, but the type of designer wear that Demi Moore, Jody Foster, Madonna and all those other riches bitches could afford. Plus she drove a sexy, cream colored, BM convertible, all paid for by Yello of course, who was very proud of her and loved to show her off.

Yello was always bragging about what a nasty freak his woman was. All the guys knew details of how she liked to fuck for hours, that she sucked dick like a pro and loved being hammered, and she would scream her lungs out and cum a thousand times back to back. William used to feel pissed when Yello would be going on about how she ate his ass half the night and he fucked her ass and cleaned his cock in her mouth for the other half.

When Yello proudly announced that Manuela was expecting his baby, William felt a pang of pain, even as he raised his glass and celebrated with the crew. When her eyes met his for a second, he thought he saw something apologetic. Yello and Money got married but she stayed with her mom and had their baby. Yello lived a dirty life. He was fucking a lot of other bitches on the side and he even used to fuck a couple of young yuppie white guys that he had met in jail and turned into his shorties.

When Manuela would kick it with the crew, they called her Money, but for him she was Manuela. There was always this tension between William and Manuela, when their eyes met. He had this feeling deep down inside that she felt something for him. But she was the big homie Yello's girl, so she was out of bounds. That was rule in the crew. You didn't touch your mans' baby ma. 

William's girls were just sluts. It was just partying and sex, with an optional sequel. He would fuck a girl, and if the sex was hot, he would fuck her again, a couple of times, then pass her to the crew, for it was no fun, if the homies couldn't have none. The boys used to fuck a girl or two together quite often. William liked that freaky shit, though personally, he was more into chilling with a girl or two, laying back, raising his thighs and getting his dick sucked, his balls licked and his ass hole tongued by a hot freak or two, whilst he captured it all on his cam coder. Later, he would watch it with the homies or get into some virtual, cyber gangster shit and put it on the net, without his face showing, of course. The videos of him getting his black ass licked by white chicks seemed to be the most popular. He wondered why brothers and white boys liked that shit. 

Chapter 10

Despite all the nice things about being a high roller, there was a harsh side to the life. 

Violence and death were so common. Sometimes, crews went to war. Gangsters were dropping dead like flies all the time. That was what made the guys all reckless. You lived for the day and tried to do everything you had ever wanted to, for you never knew if you would see the sun rise on the morrow. William had to drink and do drugs and go off wilding, smoking fat joints and using the world as his ashtray, just to banish that side of things from his mind. 

William became hard and cold. He was pumping MOBB, going,

"I'm living this till the day that I die, Survival of the fit only the strong survive..."

If it was his life or yours, his cash or yours, his dope or yours, his crew or yours, sorry man. 

The thing was, you never knew where it might come from; some guy you roughed up way back, a rival crew, a fucked up fool trying to prove something, a drugged up idiot, or even your own crew. 

Trouble was simmering in the crew. It was between his cousin, Big D, and Yello, Manuela's husband. William kind of looked up to both of them, for they were the big homies, the longest serving members of the crew, besides Mo. 

The problem was that JD, who had been Mo's right hand man, had gotten popped while on a solo creep. Big D or Yello, one of them was supposed to take JD's place. But Mo was stalling in making his decision, and this was causing tension. The crew was split in two, between those in favor of Yello and those who favored Big D. Big D and Yello were both reckless gangsters, that didn't give a fuck. They had been best mates and hell raisers, but now, the beckoning opportunity, of power and more cash, turned them to rivals and foes. They had a serious altercation one day, and Mo called everybody for a meeting, in the back room at his gym, to try and squash the internal beef.

William hooked up with Big D and the guys who were behind him in the car park. They all checked their pistols for they were going in armed.

"But Mo said no guns," William said, starting to get nervous. The room was small. And ten gangsters shooting all at once, hell, that would be a blood bath. If a direct hit didn't get you, ricocheting bullets would.

But Big D told him, "Unlock the safety, son. If shit starts poppin, grab your steel, put your head down, fire and run for the door."

Chapter 11

William met Big Mo often. The big boy was very fit, with a muscular, lean, granite like body. He used to spar a lot with William and they would kick it, just chatting. Big Mo took a liking to William for he noticed he had a good brain and was calm. 

When he had been in the crew for two years, and just turned twenty, William was not that pleased when Big Mo told him, "You are going back to finish high school and then study."

"Man, I been out of fag ass school for a year now."

"I need someone with brains in my team, someone who understands finance. I will sponsor you, but when you finish you will work for me."

"Man, I punched a teacher when I chucked out. They wont take me back. Plus I am too old..."

"I already sorted everything out. The Headmaster likes to ride the white horse. He does what the fuck I tell him. If your school report is fucked, then you got beef with me. And believe me, you don't want that."

William had never worked that hard at school. It was like, you just didn't piss Big Mo off. The other guys laughed at him for going to class, but Big Mo was checking his report regularly, like, "You better not fuck up my investment."

William still had to run deliveries a bit after school, for Big Mo did not want him to forget his roots. 

Mo started taking him into his confidence, showing his criminal enterprise. It was well structured. He had money all over the place. He had a house in the hood from which he ran his drug business. But he lived in a big ass house somewhere where rich crackers lived, and that's where his wife and children were. His wife thought Big Mo ran a logistics firm. William was impressed.

Chapter 12

William was driving home one evening, a little buzzed from the weed and the booze, in fact, drunk as hell but not throwing up. He was just pulling up to his house when there were squealing tires and a car cut him off. He hit the emergency brakes, his heart rapidly pumping. Was this a jack or a hit? Fuck that! He had been in several shoot outs and was still living. And he intended to. He liked breathing. He wasn't ready to die. 

William hit the emergency brakes and grabbed his heat, kicking the door open. He was out of there in a second, hiding behind the car and aiming over it, just about to let off and spray the enemy full of lead.

"Don't shoot! William! Don't shoot!" a terrified female voice screamed.

"Fuck!!!" William exhaled and un-cocked the hammer. He stood up slowly, taking a good look that it wasn't a trap.

"Fuck! The fuck wrong wit u Manuela? Wanna make a Nigga put lead in that pretty ass!"

Manuela jumped out of her cream drop top BM sports, shaking like a leaf in a strong storm. Her lips were quivering and she was scared as hell. He slid his pistol into his waistband and walked to meet her. He took her in his arms and she was trembling so hard. She started sobbing heavily.

"Don't you worry none ma. Sorry. I just thought!"

"William, I cant take it no longer. I just cant! I got a baby boy! I, I, I."

"Chilly mummy! Come in..."

He led her into the house his mom had left him and eased her onto a couch. He got them some Chris and and a fat joint to calm her down.

She was badly shaken. He was surprised. Damn! She shouldn't act up like this. After all, she was a gangster bitch.

William asked Manuela how she was doing? And about her baby boy, who was about three now. Manuela was about twenty four now. She was still married to Yello and still lived with her mom just down the street. She was very frustrated with Yello, he could tell.

As she gathered her nerves, William gazed at her. Manuela was looking hot. Her pretty face was made up neatly, her thick, full lips a glossy cherry red. In her true, nasty style, she was wearing a white, lacy designer thong teddy, which left an ample amount of cleavage peeking out. Her short, tight, sexy, Gucci, jeans skirt was sitting low, giving peeks of her fine, thick, round ass cheeks which had the white strap of her thong teddy disappearing between them and it was so arousing. She wore sparkling silver earrings and matching neckband and bracelet, all of them studded with diamonds. Her feet were in high heeled, knee high boots.

William however noticed she was in a foul mood. She was kind of pissed about Yello because someone had told her he was creeping with some other whore. 

William laughed inside. She was getting worked up about one whore. One lousy whore, when Yello was fucking around so much he might as well have been a top porn star, no, make it a top, bi-sexual, IR and black porn star, for Yello was fucking so many girls of all races as well as fucking a couple of his white shorties from jail. William was kind of nauseated about Yello fucking guys, but at least he didn't fuck black guys, only white guys, and he didn't suck them or anything, they served him like his obedient bitches.

Manuela asked William about Yello and he lied and said, "Hell, Yello a good Nigga! He just out there hustling, getting that money. Don't listen to gossips." 

"Don't fucking lie to me William. I am tired of this shit, having a man that is never there for me. I have a kid with him. What the fuck is this? He is gone for weeks. He is out there wilding and I am all alone with my kid. We married, but when was the last time he fucked me?"

"Yunno he hustling to give the both of you a better life..." William said.

"This ain't a better life William. He thirty and still gang banging. Every time my phone rings, I am scared someone is gonna tell me he got shot or arrested. I wake up crying from having nightmares of taking my baby to the cemetery or the jail house to visit his daddy! This ain't a fucking life, William! I have talked to Yello about it till my lips were sore, but you know him. He will ride till he dies. Rather that, than be there for me and our baby..."

"Don't talk down on a player. Yello out there putting in work!"

"Fuck that William. It hurts. You a man, maybe you can never feel my pain. A mom's pain. A loving woman's pain. It hurts so much."

She started sobbing heavily. He put his arm around her and for the second time that evening, Manuela soaked his shirt front. 

William held her and stroked her soft, long hair. He had to hold the joint and the glass to her lips several times till she finally calmed down. 

"William, do you remember when we were kids, going to church? Did you ever think we would end up like this, a gangster and a gangster bitch! What the hell went wrong with us?"

William could feel her pain and sorrow. It was tangible. For the first time in his life, doubts crept into his mind, about the life of a gangster. He trembled slightly as he remembered the situation when he had thought she was an enemy, coming to try and take his life. It was something he lived with every day, the possibility that someone would try and kill him, gangsters, cops, someone out for revenge, someone trying to make a reputation, a junkie, a lunatic... 

Usually, he banished it to the back of his mind with drink, drugs and wild sexual escapades. But now, as he looked into her shiny, tear filled eyes, his fear of death and the whole stress of being a gangster pushed to the forefront. It was a heavy burden to bear. He felt the weight crushing his shoulders, drowning him...

He looked desperately into her eyes and saw the same desperation, hopelessness and pain he was feeling, deep in his soul. 

"Oh, Manuela..."

"Oh William!"

He wrapped his powerful arms around her like he wanted to crush her. He held her tightly, like a drowning man clutching a log.

Her arms locked tightly around him. He felt her desperation, loneliness and fear and they resonated with his and send them both plummeting into a deep, dark vortex. They cried softly, and hugged each other for ages. Like they were trying to crush each other's tense body.

Then their arms softened. She reached up and stroked his cheek gently. He stroked hers. He gazed deeper into her eyes and found sympathy and affection. She purred, rubbing her cheek against his hand as she drowned into his eyes and forgot her pain.

Their hands started stroking each other. They looked into each other's eyes. She smiled softly. He smiled back. He felt himself drowning in her big, deep, dark eyes. As if in a dream, her pretty face smiled dreamily, and rose to him. She came close, licking her thick, soft lips. Then she stopped, so close he felt her hot, sweet breath on his lips and nostrils. 

He went the rest of the way, to meet her. They kissed, softly, pulled back, chuckled and kissed again. Her soft, thick lips felt like fleshy pillows. They parted and he slid his tongue out, to give them a wet, gentle caress. She shivered and moaned. Then she sucked his tongue gently, and took it into her mouth. They kissed languidly, their tongues dancing together. Then they pulled apart.

"William, you know we shouldn't. Yello is my man," she rasped huskily, her voice soft like silk.

"Yeah. And he my mans."

"Quit seducing me. Don't look at me with those beautiful eyes. Make yourself useful and rub my feet." She slapped his chest and squeezed, her fingers playing with his nipple for a second, making him shiver. The sexual tension between them was so thick. Then she pushed him away gently and wagged her feet.

William disentangled himself from her. He took several deep puffs from a joint, then he passed it to her and slid on his knees before her. He pulled off his shirt and she rasped as she gazed at the lean, athletic, defined body in his black sports tank top. He unzipped both her white, leather boots, peeling them off her feet. He removed her socks. Sitting back on his heels, he put one dainty foot on his lap, and picked up the other. Her toe nails were painted cream, just the finger nails.

"You got beautiful feet," he rasped, stroking and tracing her pretty feet.

It was ages since William had gone out of his way to be nice and good to a woman. Since his mom died and Nathalie dumped him, women existed to please him. That was what gangster bitches did, served a Nigga.

But he felt good, as he massaged her delicate, pretty foot with his big, strong hands. She purred and sighed and it made him feel good, to be giving to her. He took his time till her foot was soft like putty in his hand. 

Manuela sank back in couch, feeling so good, as if he wasn't just massaging her foot, but her whole body. It was ages since Yello had ever gone out of his way to be nice to her. He still spent a lot of money on her, but there was no tenderness. He said she was a nag, for trying to make him quit gang banging and be a responsible husband and daddy. On the rare occasions they fucked, he used a rubber, saying he didn't want her to trap him into becoming a daddy once again. Once, she had threatened to dump him, and Yello had laughed. When she said she would sue him for maintenance, he had said he would buy her life for three gees. And she had seen he meant it. She was trapped with Yello. She had had enough of being a gangster's bitch, but he was still a gangster.

Manuela now forgot all about her sorrow and heart ache as William stroked her feet tenderly. She started purring and sighing, feeling good all over. And her nipples started hardening, as her pussy started to get wet, very wet.

As he worked on her second foot, William felt her other foot moving in his lap, rubbing up and down his thigh and it gave him shivers. His cock was growing big and hard. 

He knew he shouldn't be feeling like this, about his mans girl. It wasn't right. But when he looked at Manuela, he did not see Yello's girl and baby's mom, he saw the girl from next door, that he had been infatuated with for ages.

Manuela gave free reign to the lust she was feeling. The touch of his big, strong, gentle, caring hands on her foot was making her pussy so wet. She could feel her thong getting more and more moist by the minute.

Her foot moved of its own accord, up his powerful thigh, inching closer to his cock, till she was nudging the thick, long ridge that was in his pants leg. She felt shivers, as she realized he was horny too. She traced his nice, big cock lightly with her toe nails. He gasped and gazed intently into her eyes. She gazed back at him with her smoldering slits, and ground her soft foot into his meat, feeling it grow harder and thicker as her clit and nipples stiffened, and began to itch.

She wriggled on the couch and raised her short skirt up around her hips, and left him gazing at the fat mound cupped in the thin strip of the gusset of her thong teddy. The material was soaked and almost transparent, and it was plastered to her dark, shaved, bald mound, which was peeking through so seductively.

"Would you suck on my pretty little toes honey, if I begged you?"

"You don't have to beg me..."

William had eaten pussy. In fact, he loved to go down on a pretty woman. But licking toes was a first for him. He raised her foot and licked the bottom of her big toe. She purred as he twirled his tongue around it, and sucked it. She mewed and shivered. Then she laid her foot along his shaft and ground her heel gently, tantalizingly into the round head of his turgid meat.

William fixed his eyes on her, the girl he had been secretly in love with since puberty. Strong, powerful, amorous emotions washed through him. He licked her foot, lapping it. Then he sucked her toes and she seemed to just melt and go all soft. He licked both her feet and she was writhing gently and sighing and moaning. Then she started stroking her body, running her fingers tantalizingly up and down her sides. As one hand rested over her pubes, cupping her cunt through her teddy, the other scooped up a thick breast and she fondled it and tweaked her nipple through the thin material. 

Chapter 13

"Fuck!" William groaned, his aroused, dark eyes blazing at her.

"You are such a darling, William," she purred honestly. "Come here, honey..."

She took his hand and pulled him besides her, tucking her legs up under her ass and laying her body into his. He took a deep puff, held it in and passed. She took a deep puff and draped her arm across his belly, easing her hand under his sports tank and stroking his abs lovingly. He purred, and slipped an arm around her waist, pulling her body into his. She slapped his belly, pinched and was like,




Encomium/Gangster Fairy Tale 01



"Damn! You all grown up huh. Got muscles now huh? Big boy..."

"I have been in love with you since I can remember! Spent my puberty whacking off dreaming of this ass. Ha ha ha..." he smacked her ass and eased his hand down her skirt. She wriggled her ass to enable him to access her cheek and shivered as she felt his big, strong hand grab it and squeeze it.

"Damn! Lil Will! You scandalous Nigga! I'm like your sister fool!"

"Then call it incest, I gives a fuck!" he rasped, working his hand into the deep valley between her cheeks. "And the name is big Will!" he took her hand and put it over the bulge in his pants. She stroked, exploring his thick, turgid length, and rasped like,

"Damn! I feel you! Big Will!" Then she looked seriously into his eyes, "But Yello will kill you, Big Will"

"Do you see him here?"

"No! And I am so glad..."

"Then fuck him!" he told her. "What he don't know wont hurt!"

Pursing his lips, he exhaled an arrow of smoke at her. She opened her mouth and sucked it all in. Then he slid his hand around the back of her neck and pulled her pretty face to his. She cupped the back of his neck and pulled him to meet her.

His lips met her wet, soft, parted lips and he lapped them, tasting he sweet, strawberry flavored lipstick. He bore his chin into hers and his thick, hot tongue entered her mouth and explored her languidly. He closed his eyes and saw sparkling lights, and music played in his ears, that wasn't coming from the stereo. He felt her melt in his arms and then her tongue was dancing with his, slipping and sliding, twirling, flicking, licking. They kissed languidly, head rolling, mouths sucking, slurping, smacking, softly. He pulled back and open his eyes, gasping.

"Fuck! I have wanted you so bad, for ages bad ma!"

"I have wanted you too, Will, for like, two years..." she rasped and chuckled deeply.

"Come here, bitch!" he pulled her astride him and they fell all over each other. Manuela was nasty. She grabbed him by the throat, pushed his head back into the seat and devoured his mouth ravenously, literary raping him orally. She was an awesome kisser, sending sharp thrills shooting all over his body, as she sucked and nibbled his lips, making him shiver. Her hips started rolling, grinding her hungry cunt tortuously into his his hard cock, nearly making it burst. 

William went wild, mauling her ass and tits and shoving his big hand down her skirt to grab her crack. She was so wet even her crack was all slippery from pussy juices. She suddenly pulled back from his face and groaned, gazing at him like a hungry snake about to strike a fat juicy rabbit. 

"I am gonna fuck you Will. Oh my fucking goodness. I am gonna fuck you, William!" she literary squealed. 

Then she was ripping his top off as he ripped her arms out of her teddy and her big tits sprang free, right into his face. He grabbed a fat, soft, fleshy, firm mound and attacked it with his greedy mouth, lapping, sucking and nibbling as his other hand stroked up and down her crack, his middle finger stroking her hole. She did some crazy lap dance right there, grinding her tits in his face, rubbing her hole against his finger and rolling her cunt all over his cock. 

"Yes Will. Get those tits! Get those fucking tits honey!" she moaned, scooping up a breast and throwing the nipple into his hungry mouth as she stroked his muscular back and dug her digits in. 

They became like two frenzied wild beasts in heat. Will literary shoved her onto her back and laid her out along the couch as she ripped his pants open. Hastily, he shoved her skirt up around her hips and yanked the gusset of her teddy off her pussy. The soft material was hot and soaked. She was dripping so much her puffed up, bald chocolate pussy, her entire crotch and inner thighs were soaked and glistening wetly. She pushed his jeans halfway down his thighs, reached and grabbed his long, hard, thick cock firmly, squeezing it, and then yanked it to her cunt. She rubbed his tip up and down her dripping slit, causing them both to moan as she made his fat, bulbous head wet, and then she pushed him in.

Will paused for a second, gazing down at the horny, beautiful, chocolate creature as she gazed back at him with blazing, dark eyes.

"Gosh! I cant fucking believe this is real!"

"Then believe this!" she rasped and started clenching the hungry mouth of her cunt around his head, making him groan.

"I'm gonna fuck the living shit out of you!" he rasped.

"Do it! Fuck me! Split me apart with that big fucking dick, Nigga!"

He braced himself, supporting his weight on his knees and arms. The he rammed his dick into her with all his might. She gave a sharp cry and then her body convulsed violently her head tossing like she was having fits. He couldn't believe it. Her pussy was contracting and fluttering around him. She was cumming. From just one thrust.

What a horny bitch! She needed to be punished. And pleased.

He settled down on top of her, sought her mouth and started kissing her, grinding his big cock deep inside her hot, tight, hungry hole. She started hissing and rolling her hips and he started fucking her.

"Nice and slow honey. Nice and slow. Make me enjoy that good dick. That fucking long, good, strong dick..."

Will wanted to gallop away in her but he controlled himself. He rode her pussy in slowly, deep, smooth thrusts as she rolled her hips round and round, up and down, fucking him back. She hugged him tightly, grabbing and stroking his back as her thighs clamped his hips between them and her heels dug into the back of his thighs. She made him raise his hips and hold still, then her body started undulating like a snake, as she rolled her hips up and down, round and round, sliding his dick in and out of her pussy, rolling it around, letting him touch every part of her tunnel, that massaging his meat and it was beautiful.

He would kiss her nice and deep, pull back, gaze at her happy, lust incensed face, grab a big tit, tease and pinch the nipple and watch her get hornier. Her big, soft ass felt so good under him, like hot, fleshy cushions.

He noticed her arousal keep rising till her breathing turned into sharp gasps and her hips started pumping with urgency, slapping into his, her back arching to take him deeper. William smiled and grabbed her by the throat. He held her in a firm grip and started pumping her up and down, shoving his cock forcefully into her, keeping it in, grinding it in, enjoying the feel of her soft ass on his thighs. 

"Ah!! Ah-u-a-u-aaa! That's it baby. That's my spot! Hit it. Fuck me baby!" she threw her head back and tossed and turned, her eyes rolling back in their sockets as she moaned continuously.

He started yanking her onto his meat and hammering it into her cunt, to an urgent rhythm. He fucked her in deep, hard, jarring strokes, and her hips whipped up lustily to meat him, the wet sounds of his cock squishing in her dripping hole filling up their ears.

Her eyes became so big and round it was almost comical. But there was no humor in her face, set so intensely, and filled with lust. Now she wrapped her thighs around his waist and grabbed his ass, digging her talons in and assisting him, yanking him to her pussy when he plunged his cock in, sometimes throwing her head back and crying as if in pain. He didn't let loose completely yet, but kept up a smooth, fast pace, thrusting hard and deep into her, like he was beating the shit out of her pussy, deliberately. 

Then she was cuming again, writhing like a frenzied snake and sinking her talons into his cheeks, her cunt glued to his pubes as it was wrecked by convulsions.

William kept it deep inside her until her orgasm subsided. Then he scooped up her thighs, pushed her legs up high, and shoved her knees into her chest. She smiled and snaked her hands around the insides of her knees to hold herself wide open for him. Then she wagged her ass impatiently, revving her cunt around his shaft powerfully and smiling naughtily, like, "I bet you never knew I could do that." 

He raised himself up on his arms, gazed down at her, the beautiful chocolate brown creature, all spread out, her fat, bald, brown pussy speared lewdly on his long, thick, bursting, jet black cock. 

"Fuck! You are beautiful, Manuela."

"Fuck me baby! Fuck me hard now! Kill me with that big ass Nigga dick!" she growled through clenched teeth and smacked his ass cheeks hard, wagging her ass and revving her cunt around his shaft.

He gave a short, sharp mean laugh, bit his lower lip and saw and felt her shiver as she whimpered, knowing now she was gonna get fucked up.

Then he laid into her, pumping at a fast and furious pace, hitting her pussy hard and deep. She went wild, tossing and bouncing under him, fucking him back lustily and making sharp, loud cries to his hard grunts. They fucked like beasts, their lust driving them to reach a murderous, blistering pace. 

Manuela wrapped her thighs and arms around him like she wanted to crush him as she sank her talons deep into his ass cheek, giving him sharp, sweet pain that incensed him and made him fuck her harder, deeper, faster. 

The couch started rocking and squeaking under them but they didn't give a fuck. William fucked her as hard as he could, and his cock started growing rock hard and feeling like it was aflame. She stopped fucking him back, but arched her back, pushed up her hips and held her cunt open for him to enter her real deep on his murderous lunges. His hips thudded into her as his thick balls slapped into the crack of her ass. 

Then she did something that drove him wild. She licked two digits, reached around her ass and shoved them into her ass hole. Then she started pumping them in and out as he fucked her. And he could feel them digits with his dick through the bottom of her pussy.

"You fucking cunt!" he grunted and fucked her so hard he thought his back would break. She threw herself back, tongue lolling out of her mouth as she gave prolonged, crazed moans but she kept her digits in her hole as her hips were hit by violent spasms. Her pussy now gripped his cock so tightly it took all the beast in him to keep fucking her harder and harder. 

Then he shoved it in all the way and his balls exploded, and his head as well, forcing him to glare at her like a mad idiot as he came so hard. He jerked sharply to ever spurt of cum he shot deep inside her. She gobbled and moaned shuddering as she came again, weakly this time. 

He slowly sank down on her and she welcomed him in her arms. Then she shocked him, as she lapped her fingers, straight from her hole.

"Fuck! You nasty!"

"Yeah! So what you gonna do about it!" she teased, revving her cunt around his softening cock. "Keep it in me. I will get that motherfucker hard in a second."

He fired up a joint and supported himself on his elbow as he held the blunt to his and her lips. She was stroking his sweat soaked body tenderly, sometimes craning her neck to kiss his face, shoulders, chest and arms.

Her pussy was amazingly talented. Its was like she had fingers and hands in there. Her slippery, cum drenched walls were massaging and stroking him, getting him hard again.

"Fuck. I cant believe I let this good dick go to waste for that long, thinking you was just a lil boy! Nigga don't hog the joint. Pass the shit!"

"I reckon I got something you will love smoking even better!" he chuckled and pulled out of her, causing her to pout in dismay. He sat up in the couch, sinking back, and pulled her head onto his lap, puffing on his joint as he ran his thick, dark, long shaft along her lips. He made her lie on her side, so he could gaze at her fine ass and smack it and grab it as she scooped up his cock and lapped it.

"Yeah! Lick it like a tasty lolly. Get that dick. That look like a kid's dick to you? That's a grown ass man fucking big, black cock right there. Get it ho! Get that dick!" he rasped, putting it in her hand.

"Mmmm! Its a nice, strong adult cock!" she rasped, palming his cock in both hands, stroking it so beautifully. 

He got blown, and he got licked. He got lapped and he got sucked. Manuela didn't blow him, she made sensuous gentle love to his cock and balls with her soft mouth. She vacuumed his thick head in and pumped his shaft gently, smoothly as she chewed on the head and twirled it around her hot mouth, moaning with relish.

William spat on his digits and got them wet and slick, then he stroked her crack. She loved it, gasping around his cock as she pushed her ass back at his hand. He rimmed her puckered hole and slowly worked a knuckle in her. She moaned and pushed back, taking his entire finger in her hot ass. It was tight and wet. He soon had two digits in her hole, pumping and twisting them in and out, feeling her ass get hotter and wetter. Manuela was now moaning deeply and sucking his cock so hard, as she worked more and more into her mouth.

She got him hard as a rock, then he ripped off her skirt and teddy, leaving her ass naked except for her boots. He smacked her ass and made her bend over on the couch, with her elbows resting on the back. He stood behind her, bending his knees, and lodged his bursting cock into her pussy mouth. Then he rammed his dick deep into her. 

"Ahhh! Fuck!! I feel you deep inside me player! Give it to me. Fuck me hard! Make me cum all over that big dick! Its way bigger than Yello's. That Nigga ain't got shit on you! Harder! Yeah, ram it into me! I ain't fragile!!! Fuck! Ohhhhhhh- F-U-U-U-U-CK!!!!! make me bust! You nasty ass Nigga! Make me bust!"

He grabbed her slim waist, squeezing it together as he pumped her back and forth on his shaft, fucking her nice and smoothly. It took him by surprise as she started busting all over his dick again. He realized Yello was right, the girl could cum all the fucking time. She was bouncing and throwing back at him as her pussy fluttered away.

Then she growled at him over her shoulder like, "Hold on, don't move Nigga! Lemme pop that ass all over you! Wanna feel that booty clap? Huh? All right den! Take that!"

It was beautiful. He nearly got sober as he held it up for her and let her fuck herself to death on his rigid meat. She was doing some funky, dirty dancing shit all over his dick, popping that ass, making the booty clap as her hot, tight fuck hole grabbed his cock like she had a hand in there and beat him like a saltshaker. He damn near exploded before he caught himself, pulled it out and made her suck his dick and taste her pussy.

"How it taste babe?" he rasped as he stuffed his thick cock into her pretty mouth.

"Mmmm! Tasty! I love my pussy! Mmmm!" she lapped his cock clean, and wet, then she caught a severe case of the munchies and started double fisting him and pumping him aggressively as she bobbed and sucked his dick hard, ravenously, keeping a wet, tight vacuum on the crown on his meat. Damn! Shit was beautiful as a motherfucker.

He enjoyed it, groaning. Then he smacked her ass and told her, "Bend over bitch!" 

She was like face down, ass up on the seat and he lodged his cock in her dripping opening and rammed it all the way up in her hole. He rolled it around her gooey tunnel, on some freaky shit like that, as he spat on his digits and worked two knuckles into her ass hole. She shuddered heavily and pushed against him, grinding that ass into his loins like she was trying to make powder out of pepper corns. He slid them in and she moaned and hissed and shivered then just lunged back and shoved his two digits all the way into her ass hole, as his cock plunged all the way into her pussy. 

He fucked her pussy nice and smooth as he finger fucked her ass hole and had her hissing like a snake and shuddering continuously. He had her asshole all loose in a while, then he pulled out of her pussy and brought his smeared, slick, hard cock to her ass. 

He rubbed the blunt, swollen tip against her hole and slowly bore down on her, pushing it in, making her hole blossom open around his meat. She gasped sharply as he entered her with audible pop. Then he worked it into her slowly till his balls were pressing into her dripping, hot cunt. Then he ground it into her, loosening her. She was soon hissing and grinding right back and he felt her hole loosen and start to lube.

"I'm gonna fuck the shit out of that ass, bitch!" was all he growled.

"Do it! Tear me a new one!" was all she growled back at him, her eyes blazing at him over her shoulder.

He grabbed her soft, curvy, but strong hips, kept one foot on the floor, put the other on the couch and bent his knees a bit so he could get a good swing going. Then he started fucking her ass in nice, smooth, deep, thrusts. 

She loved anal like FUCK!!!! At least that was what she kept moaning, between her hisses and short squeals of pleasure. He rode and pumped that ass and she started stroking her clit, causing her hips to spasm and pump sharply. 

He kept up a steady, rhythmic pace till she started cumming, her ass hole convulsing around him. Then he bit his lip and hammered her ass, doggy style. She loved a hard, thorough fuck and she could take it too. He pounded her again and again, his big balls slapping into her bald mons, and she was growling and throwing it back at him. Her pussy was so wet her juices were soon soaking his and her inner thighs as his cock squished in her well lubed ass hole. 

He said, "Fuck it," and climbed with both feet on the couch now, squatting on her ass like a low stool, then he grabbed her hair like the reigns on a wild bronco and smacked her ass as he hammered that ass lustily. She was unbelievable. She squealed at every deep, hard, jarring thrust and lunged back at him, taking his dick all the way in.

They began to get hot like they were in a sauna. Sweat was dripping down their bodies as they fucked like animals. 

Then he felt her stiffen. She growled through clenched teeth, leaned forwards and then lunged back into his hips, slamming his dick ll the way up her tight, wet ass. Then her tight hole was contracting violently around his meat. 

William growled like a beast and wrapped his hands around her neck like he wanted to choke her. Then he pumped away like a rabbit, yanking her by the neck onto his dick, pounding her like he wanted to destroy her ass. 

He fucked her ass like a gangster should. He had never gave a woman such a hard ass fucking. 

She went wild, screaming for more cock, cuming harder, bawling louder. She was banging her face into the back of the couch and her sharp, long ass nails damn near ripped the seat open. He didn't give a fuck, he kept pounding her, harder, faster, deeper. Sweat poured down his body.

Finally, she was begging him to stop. She was like, "Time out, time out, please! Nigga don't murder me!" 

He pulled it out with a soft plop and, drunk from cumming, she collapsed onto the couch seat, face first, and her gaping hole winked at him. He ran a fingertip around it and it clenched wildly. She shivered and groaned, and rasped,

"You scandalous. Please give that ass a break..."

He cut any further talk as he slid his cock into her mouth and told her to taste it. She moaned around him, got all greedy and feverish, and started jerking and sucking him ravenously, loving the taste.

Then he sat back on the couch and made her made him. She squatted over him, stroked his cock and worked it back into her ass hole. She told him, "Freeze, Nigga don't move," like she was the police. Then she grabbed onto his shoulders and rode his dick, pumping her hips powerfully and rolling them smoothly and it felt so good. Then she was going all wild, grabbing the back of his neck with both hands, glaring at him like she hated him and riding his ass cock hard and fast, whipping that ass like a salt shaker and groaning like a horny, insatiable beast. 

She came hard all over him and then sank onto him, gasping. She kissed him and pulled him down as she rolled onto her back.




Encomium/Gangster Fairy Tale 01



William climbed astride her chest and cupped the back of her head, pulling her to his cock, that was all smeared from the juices of her ass. She moaned and gazed up at him as she softly lapped and sucked her ass off his meat and left it all shiny. 

Then he got between her thighs, put her feet on his shoulders, shoving her knees into her tits. Then he bit his lower lip and and fucked that ass for all he was worth. He yanked her onto his hips as he rammed his dick like a battering ram deep into her hole, pounding that pretty ass to an oblivion. She was a big girl and could take a hard fucking, which was exactly what he had on offer; a hard, thorough gangster fuck, call it black on black crime, for it had to be illegal to fuck a girl that hard in the ass.

He was lunging into her, nailing her to the seat as he fucked her to one shattering orgasm after the other, making her scream as her ass got so tight around him, contracting violently.

She finally just went all soft and closed her eyes and lay back, heaving softly. When he pulled his hard cock out of her, she winced with pain. 

She looked up at him, dreamy eyed, gasping, wiping the sweat from her brow. 

"Oh fuck! That dick is good, Will. You done fucking grown up boy! Shit! Fire one up and pass it daddy!"

He blazed one and took a deep puff as she scooped up his cock and started stroking it. He put his knee down besides her face, so his dick was directly over her and he held the joint to her mouth. After she took several deep puffs, he laid his smeared shaft along her lips.

"Lick it and taste your ass. Go on baby!"

"You nasty! Hi hi hi!" She took a deep puff, held it in, gazing at his cock, and then she exhaled at his meat. She took another puff, then she nodded his hand away. 

"Lay it on my lips and lemme brush my teeth with that big ass dick!"

He did and started see sawing his hips back and forth as she kissed it, lapped it and grazed it lightly with her wet, shiny white teeth, moaning and purring. 

She licked his dick clean, and then vacuumed him into her mouth. William groaned and slid on top of her, straddling her chest. Then Manuela made him moan as she scooped up her big tits and wrapped them around his cock, like two hot, fleshy cushions that were all slick from her sweat. She pumped her big tits up and down his hard shaft as she twirled her tongue around his dick head and sucked and chewed away on his meat and it was beautiful. William puffed away for a while, enjoying. He was puffing away and stroking her pretty face and soft hair, as he finally did what he had wanted to do to her since puberty, and that was to fuck her pretty face.

"Damn! You nasty. I wanna fuck your throat! Get on the floor."

Manuela was still kind of woozy, but he was soon sitting back like a pimp as she knelt on a cushion on the floor between his big, sweaty thighs and sucked his dick, jerking him with two fists, making him grow longer and harder.

He realized Yello had been right, Manuela knew how to suck dick. She wrapped her lush lips around his head and sucked him hard, pulling way back and stretching his cock like a thin piece of rubber. And then she started stroking and jerking him, twisting her slick palms, working magic, and his dick filled up with blood and became thick. She pulled her lips off him and let go, and his hard cock pointed at her pretty mouth. He gasped. He had never seen his dick this thick and large. Fuck!!!

Then Manuela moved in closer, leaning an elbow on one sweaty thigh as she worshiped his dick and balls and with her hands and mouth. She lapped him like tasty lolly and drooled all over him. Then she vacuumed him in and bobbed rhythmically, slobbering away on his cock like a greedy, feasting dog. 

She wasn't trying to make him cum, she was enjoying his dick, moaning and purring with relish as she blew him sensuously. Her soft mouth rode smoothly up and down ride his shaft, her slick, skilled hands pumping and twisting away to the same smooth rhythm. Then she would pull her lips off him wetly, and roll her tongue around his dick head, showering it with kisses, as her hands kept jerking him with smooth precision. 

William was soon tossing and squirming around on the couch, like he was sitting on flames, all due to the magic her mouth and hands were working on him. She smiled sweetly around his meat, her dark eyes glowing like coals, looking directly into his, holding them, like she was saying, "Look what the fuck I am doing to you, motherfucker!"

Sometimes he just stared at her in disbelief, groaning, gasping, groaning again, his voice so deep and husky. Then he would throw his head back and let it roll and toss around on the back of the couch, eyes jammed shut, producing soft, high pitched moans. 

He heard her give a naughty chuckle around his cock, then she started jerking him furiously, bobbing her head at break neck speed and sucking him voraciously, loudly, wetly, making deep frenzied groans in her throat. 

"Ah fuck!!!!" he groaned, his legs going stiff, his hands slamming into the couch, trying desperately to grab onto something. "Fuck!!!!"

"Hmmmmm!" was all she said and then she bomb dived down on his cock and amazed him, as she took his thick, engorged, swollen meat way into her throat. She had half of it. She pulled back a bit, rolling her head, and then went down and got the rest of it. Then her long tongue was lapping his balls and he was like,

"F-U-U-U-U-CK!!!!"

He loved her throat. She had a good, deep, tight, slippery throat. She fucked him with her throat now, bobbing and rolling her head, her slick, hot walls grinding away on his over sensitive, big, hard gangster dick, making him go mad with pleasure, as her eyes blazed at him from her incensed, sex crazed face. 

She incensed him now, pulling back smoothly, sucking him gently till he was almost all the way out of her throat, then she would bomb dive at him, banging him all the way back down her throat. It was so beautiful he wanted it to go on forever. 

But suddenly, he couldn't hold it any longer. His cock, balls, head and entire body just exploded. He threw his body back into the seat as his hips leaped up. Then he was thrashing around and hammering his fists on the seat, but Manuela held him down and kept his jerking, leaping cock in her throat, taking his cum straight to her belly. 

William thought he would die. Such pleasure was not possible.

Chapter 14

As his awesome orgasm finally subsided, William writhed and groaned weakly on his back, his hips twitching and jerking weakly once in a while. Manuela pulled back from his softening cock and sucked hard on the head as she milked the shaft of all his cum.  

She looked up into his face, smiling...

"How you feel, baby boo?"

"Fucking great. That was fucking amazing," he rasped weakly.

"I wanna drink your cum, William. You shot it all in my fucking throat. I didn't even have the chance to taste it."

"You not getting any more cum out of this here dick. My balls are fucking empty..."

"Is that so..." she purred, smiling naughtily.

Then Manuela amazed him. Again. She spat on her hands, and one returned to his cock as the other wandered to his balls, stroked them a bit and then slid into his crack. She started stroking his crack and it was incensing. His cock stirred in her slick had as she teased his sensitive cleft and then rimmed his hole. He gasped sharply as she entered him with a knuckled. Then she was pumping it in and out and stroking his prostrate and his cock hardened instantly.

"Take that bitch!" she teased as she took his dick head in her mouth and blew him, while she finger fucked him.. 

"You cunt! Fuck! Fu-u-u-u-ck! You are eating that ass damn ya! Get in there!"

Manuela worked her finger out and pushed his legs up. He grabbed held them up and spread them and she went down into his crack, her pretty face getting swallowed up in his ass as she wiped him with her tongue and lapped him up. It felt like smooth, hot, wet silk, did her tongue. Then she worked her long, pointed tongue into his hole and fucked him with it, slurping and sucking away as she stroked his cock.

He was soon rolling and writhing around again, with bright colors dancing around in his vision. It was so, so good. Even if he died and went to heaven, he knew it would never be this good. 

Then she took his dick into her mouth but did not bob or jerk him. Instead, she just swiveled him around and kept a gentle suction as she eased her middle finger into his hole and finger fucked him smoothly, stroking his prostrate with gentle but firm pressure. 

William couldn't believe it. He could feel the orgasm of his life gathering in his balls. 

He grabbed her head like he wanted to crash it as he glared at her like a gasping moron. She only cooed around him and rolled her head, stroking his bursting dick head with her tongue, twirling it around him, and it as incensing.

Then his balls were exploding violently again. His cock started leaping and jerking and spurting hard jets of frothy, tasty cum. She cried and shuddered as she caught three hard blasts to the roof of her mouth. Then she spat him out and jerked his dick furiously, directing him to spray the rest in her pretty face. When his orgasm subsided, she milked his cock into her mouth and she moaned, lapping up his cum. Then he collapsed onto the seat, gasping and praising her.

She was like, "Fuck you! Dumb ass!!! You ruined my fucking make up!"

"Sorry baby" he chuckled.

"ha ha ha! Asshole!" she laughed.

Then Manuela took his hand in a strong grip and gazed deep into his eyes. "William, lets leave. Lets just get up and leave. We will start off anew, somewhere, far away from this."

"No! You Yello's girl!"

"I used to love him. And the life. But its gone, Will. There is one man I want to be with. I don't care that he is younger than me. All he has to do is come with me. You can go back to school, and college, Will. Even if I have to work two jobs to look after you and my kid."

"No!" he shook his head. "I cant do this to Yello."

"Don't lie. You are like him. You wanna ride till you die. You cant leave the game!"

He didn't answer, because he knew she was right. And she knew it. 

She sighed, then gave a soft whimper. She leaned in and kissed him. Then she picked up her clothes and left for the bathroom in silence. He got dressed and then she returned, looking fine.

"Not a word to anyone, all right?" he said.

"Don't worry, I wont bring beef to your valued crew. But think about what I said."

He walked her to the door. She turned and hugged him. He held her soft body to his. It just came naturally that they started kissing again.

And before they both could say, "Fuck!" they were ripping off each other's clothes.

Chapter 15

William felt guilty and bad, the following day. It was not a good thing, to do what he and Manuela had done.

But gangsters and gangster bitches needed love too.

They promised not to do it again. But soon, they met twice a week, at his house. She would leave her car at home, lie that she was visiting a friend and sneak into his house. 

Manuela did things none of his gangster bitches did. She would cook, clean up, throw his laundry in the machine and hang it up. 

They would eat, watch a movie or something, holding each other, stroking each other tenderly. She would tell him about what she wanted to do with her life. She was thinking of going back to school and college, and becoming a psychologist. 

When she asked him what he would do after getting out of the gang bang stuff, William had no response. 

William had been in love with her for ages, and he realized that she shared the feelings. He didn't have to spend a cent on her or buy her expensive stuff and give the benefits of a gangster's girl. Tender, affectionate looks and touches were enough.

They would take turns to massage each other with their hands and tongues. He had never gone down on a woman's ass before, but he did it with her. It was like, the moment she told him that Yello was so scared of having another baby, he never hit it without a rubber, and he wasn't fucking her any more, any way, too busy with rolling and fucking some sluts, he felt relieved. Manu didn't call Yello and he didn't come around.

She was a good teacher, showing him how to excite and drive a girl wild with his fingers and tongue. William would eat her pussy for ages and tongue her ass till she was drunk from cuming.

They would make love for ages, fall asleep in each other's arms and when he woke up, she would be gone. 

She never asked him to leave with her again. She just gave him the tenderness and affection of her warm heart and that was louder than words. Sex with her was fabulous, but the thing he craved the most was to lie in her arms and hold her, feeling her warm arms around him, listening to her soft, sweet voice, feeling her gentle caress. Sometimes, William would cry softly, missing his mom, and wishing things were different, and he could just be with Manuela, forever, raising kids, sharing love. A warm home... 

William became tempted to leave the game, for the first time in his life. He started having fantasies of just riding away with her and little man, and never coming back. But he couldn't. He wouldn't. Even though he no longer fucked the gangster sluts, and hardly went wilding with the boys, he just couldn't. He knew what would happen. Was he to leave for a couple of years, when he came back, the crew, most of them would be dead, or in jail. And he would feel guilty, for deserting them.

Chapter 16

One evening, Big Mo called him over to his house and was like, "The other guys are fucked up. They too near sighted. They don't see the big picture, life after drugs. If everybody used their heads, we could all relax and make our money and nobody would have to die."

"Might as well get an office job then. Wilding is fun! Ha ha ha."

"The fuck can you buy with that? Get it into your thick skull, its about the money. I don't want you hanging with the other guys, going off to start stupid shit. Let them catch a bullet. Good riddance. But I don't want you around that shit!"

"I gotta support my team!"

"Stay away from that shit. A new era is dawning. Dinosaurs will become extinct or get locked up by the white man. Niggaz is too immature."

"Maybe you should sort out the beef between Big D and Yello. Since Yak got locked, you never said who is the new number two. That is causing the beef in the crew."

"They grown men. Let them sort it out. You stay out of it. I know Big D your cousin, but ain't no relatives in this. You hear?"

As he drove around to meet Big D, things slowly became clearer to him. Mo wanted Big D and Yello to fight it out and kill each other. The two guys were too reckless and stupid. They were straining things with other crews and the cops. The thing was, they were in it for the violence, the parties and the pussy. Not for the business as such. They couldn't even spell it. One or both of them gone would be a good thing, for Big Mo. 

Mo couldn't fire them. You don't fire a gang member. And he couldn't have them killed, because the other gang bangers might become paranoid and come gunning for him. Or they might desert him and other gangs would move in and wipe him out. So, he wanted them to kill each other, plus a couple of other fools, and then build a crew of intelligent gangsters. Like him. 

That was all good for Big Mo. In fact, is the two of them died, it was like Jada had said it, 

"... Kiss you, bitch ass Nigga, And if you die, the hood wont miss you, you bitch ass Nigga!"

That was all good for Big Mo. But not for William. Yello was his boy. And Big D was his cousin. No way was he letting them die. He decided he had better get the guys together, and force Big Mo to sort out the beef, maybe lay a set of rules and at least give the guys a long rope to hang themselves with. Hell, Big Mo owed them a second chance. They had made him rich. 

Chapter 17

William found Big D in a hip hop club, partying. About half the crew came from the same part of the neighborhood as Big D and the others were people Yello had grown up with. Big D was with three of his boys. The five of them occupied a table in the VIP and had the Chris flowing. A bunch of groupie ass hos was hanging with them.

Big D was mad at Yello. There was a guy Big D was mates with. The guy wasn't a gangster, in fact he was a four eyed dinosaur and a nerd, going to college. But him and Big D went way back. Yello and one of his boys had run into the guy, roughed him up and beaten him the hell up. They then pissed into a glass and made him drink it. When Big D heard about this, he was pissed. But Yello sneered at him and said, "He provoked me, that idiot, and he got what he deserved."

"How you gonna disrespect my homie like that!"

"He a bitch! Are you gonna put that bitch before your crew?"

Everyone had known that Yello did the whole thing just to piss off Big D. William knew that Big D was planning on getting his revenge. He was hoping though that he could get Yello and Big D to stop squabbing. With some straight talk.

Big D was kind of excited, saying, "Wait till you see which bitch I got coming over!"

Thirty minutes later, she arrived. It was Manuela. She was looking hot, well made up, and dressed in a white, sleeveless top, matching, tiny white shorts with a zipper at the back and white mid thigh stockings and knee high white boots. Her white thongs were sitting high around her hips and half her fine ass was on show. 

This wasn't the Manuela he was spending two to three nights a week with. This was Money, the gangster bitch.

Big D was like, "Welcome Mami. Good to see you. Hey, Move bitch! Get out the way! Make space for a lady." he cleared out a space and she settled between him and William. 

Everybody in the crew knew that Yello and Money were having trouble. William heard Big D dissing Yello, like, "What! Don't tell me that fool creeping on you. You don't deserve this shit! Nigga need to treat a fine ass woman like you like a lady. Shit! I don't believe this shit. Are you serious! Here, have a little something to drink ma! Pop this and feel better." 

Money was popping E pills like MnMs and drinking a lot, both of which Big D readily supplied. She soon got drunk and high. 

Mischief shining in his eyes, Big D whispered to William, "We are gonna fuck that bitch's bitch. We are gonna run a train on his baby's ma!"

William was shocked. And not just because he and Money were lovers. 

The crew shared girls sometimes, fucking them together; but there was one rule, they shared whores, not their real girlfriends or baby's ma. If a guy was seriously attached to a woman, she was out of bounds. This was some serious shit. But Big D wanted revenge. And he wanted to provoke Yello into a fight, so he could say to Big Mo, he had acted in self defense.

"Oh hell! You do that and there's gonna be blood on the streets!"

"Ain't gonna my blood, that's what the fuck I can tell you."

William looked at the other guys and noticed straight away that they were all in on it. 

Big D passed him a fat joint to shut him up and started partying with Money. 

He was like, "Don't be depressed about that fool if he don't know how to treat his lady. Come on baby girl. Get, get, get up and get down!"

Money was like, "Fuck yeah, I wanna party! Fuck Yello. He can kiss my black ass!"

She started wilding with Big D and things started getting out of hand. She basically threw it in his face, rubbing her hot, big round, steaming hot, skimpily clad ass all over his dick. Then she jumped on a table and did a table dance, and Derek was smacking her ass Derek and stuffing bills down her thong, with everyone cheering. 

William felt sick with jealous, but even more, he panicked. There were many people here who knew Money was Yello's girl. He would hear about it. William was like, "Fuck!" for he knew there would be big trouble.




Encomium/Gangster Fairy Tale 01



"No. I gotta get rid of her, call a meeting tomorrow and force Big Mo to sort this bullshit out. We one gang, one blood. We cant be killing each other."

When Derek was talking to some other dudes, he saw his chance, went up to Money, took her hand and was like, "Yo! We gotta talk!"

The place was packed and most people didn't notice him making off with her. She was popping and clapping that ass and giggling as he grabbed it and smacked it and led her outside. He fired up a blunt and led her to his big ass, tinted truck. He pushed the front seats forward and collapsed them and they got into the roomy back seat. He turned on some soft lights and fat bass beats made the windows shake. Money started bouncing around on the seat, doing the bump and grind, shaking her tits, with her legs thrown apart.

He wanted to talk to her, but they ended up kissing, and fucking in his car. They fucked like animals in heat and on drugs, which they were.

They came like beasts. Afterwards, he said,

"I'm driving you home," he said. 

"No. I wanna party, you fucking bastard! Messing up my face. Stuffing your cock into my throat and pussy and ass hole!" she said, pulling on her discarded clothes. "Fucking me like a bitch! Making me cum like a fucking slut! Damn! Will! That shit was hot. You got a good dick baby." She was cleaning her face and pussy and touching up her makeup.

"Lets hit another place."

"No. Me and the boys are gonna party."

"Those Niggaz wanna fuck you! Get the fuck away before you cause major beef in my crew!"

"I don't give a fuck. I am bailing. I am out! I am leaving this shit behind. I am fucking fed up! With everything. This whole stupid gangster shit! Get out Will. Come with me. We'll start all over again, in Atlanta."

"Lets go home and talk about it."

"Forget it Will, you and them, you all ain't never gonna get out. You gonna end up dead son. But I ain't sticking around, to bury all you all or come visiting you in jail."

"So, just fuck off then. But don't fuck up the crew."

"Fuck the crew! You are all dogs. You are fucking me behind your mans' back, and Big D and them are paying to fuck me."

"Big D paying you?"

"Yeah Nigga. And I need those ends, to start all over. To start a new life, gangster free!"

"Fuck! I will give you the money."

"If you ain't coming, I don't want your shit!" she looked at him seriously. "This is decision time Will, you say you are coming, I will ride home with you and we are leaving tomorrow. But if you ain't, I am fucking all your homies and fucking off!"

"Fuck you!"

"Fuck yourself Will. Fuck you! You coward! And good fucking bye!"

Then there was some loud banging on the car window. They heard Big D's voice.

"Don't do it!" he said in a whisper to Money and she snickered. "You do it and its over between us."

"Fuck you!"

Suddenly, a searing anger gripped him. He smacked her hard across the face, making her head snap back. She gasped and smacked him back, twice, hard. 

Will yanked the door open and jumped out. Big D looked in and saw Money's disheveled state.

"You player ass Nigga! You beat me to it. Money any good?"

"Yeah, bitch got a nice throat!" he snorted and she snickered at him.

"Fuck off, little dick Nigga. Come in here Big D and give me a real man cock."

"Rip the bitch's throat, cousin!" William sneered and the two guys laughed and slapped palms.

Derek went into the truck. As the door slammed shut, William felt dizzy and sick with pain. His feet were so heavy. His mind, soul and body were screaming for him to run back to the car,rip the door open and yank Big D out and punch him. And then take her hand and walk away from it all. But he didn't He couldn't. Big D and many of his boys would be dead, soon, he knew. Unless he stayed to stop it. But that wasn't the main reason he was letting Manuela go.

He wasn't even mad at Manuela. He knew he had let her down. He knew then, he would never leave the game and the boys. He never would. It was his life. He would ride till he died. A gangster for life.

He tried to blink the tears back because gangsters didn't cry. He felt them roll down his cheeks, in streams. He popped a couple of tablets. 

Derek and Money came in after about twenty minutes later. She avoided his eyes and he avoided hers. Then he just gazed at her, hard. She gazed back, and her eyes were shiny. He blinked. She blinked too. Then she slid onto another crew member's lap. As the guy ran his hands up and down her thighs and she ground her ass into him, he felt like someone was running a sword through his body, a hot, glowing sword. He knew this was his last chance, to get up, get his girl and leave. He didn't He popped some pills, chased them down with hard liquor, and grabbed a hot groupie and went dancing. Doing the gangster boogie.

Chapter 18

They got rid of the other girls, and all went to William's house, Money and five hard core gangsters, with hard gangster dicks. She knew what they were planing, and she had the same plans too. William never found out how much money Derek paid her. Two guys had cam coders.

She was like, "All right, you scandalous Niggaz!!! I need a shower. Lemme freshen up and make myself a lil pretty for you guys. Will get my bag from my car."

There was a kind of quiet in the room. They were all so used to breaking laws and it excited them, to break this law and commit a nasty betrayal. But this was kind of hard core. The only person that didn't give a fuck all the way was Derek. 

William had an eerie feeling, looking at them. Some of them were gonna be dead soon, that was sure. The wheels had started turning long ago, probably with the first drugs that the FBI put in the ghettos, to destroy black folk, something he didn't know then. Those wheels could not be stopped now.

When Money rejoined them, all doubt was erased from everyone's mind. She had changed into a fresh pair of tiny, cream, lace thongs and a matching, push up half cup bra that made her big tits look awesome. She was like a fine ass ghetto pussy in boots, with her knee high, white, high heeled boots. All the guys were like whoa! Dicks got stroked and got even harder.

William felt a searing anger at her then. Like he would preferred she just wait around for him forever, giving him a chance, even if he would never take it. But this, this was some shit. He suddenly hated her, and wanted her to be fucked like a bitch. The bitch she was now, for him.

Money came and sat between Derek and William and started fondling their cocks as they held glasses of alcohol and joints to her mouth. They were all taking drugs and the two cameras were rolling. 

William sacked her ass and told her to give him a lap dance. She snorted and gave Big D one instead. He stood up, grabbed her hair and slapped her face with his dick. He told her, "Suck it bitch!"

The other guys cheered, as Big D grabbed her tits and the cameras focused in on the action.

Money looked up at him and William saw searing anger and pain for a second. And then she smiled meanly, grabbed his cock and blew him. As two guys moved up on either side, she reached out blindly, grabbed their cocks and started jerking them. She cried sharply as Big D entered her and made her ride his dick as she bobbed away on William's. Soon, Money was sucking three cocks.

She was on fire, her anger at William, plus pure, carnal lust and her drug consumption allowing her to be the nasty freak that the gangsters wanted. She soon was on her knees, with all the guys gathered all around her. She was jerking and sucking their big, hard dicks, smiling and winking into the cameras and talking nasty shit like, "Watch me get nasty! Motherfucker!"

It was something they had done a few times, five, six guys and one or two chicks. It was kind of a male bonding thing, much better than holding hands or giving each other hugs and some corny shit like that. 

And she was glad to help them bond. Soon she was going cock crazy, riding one dick, taking another up the ass and sucking one as she jerked two. She got fucked by those horny, unscrupulous gangsters till broad daylight. They used her like a cum bucket and she used them like paid, male whores. She must have had a pussy and ass and mouth like wonder woman because she was on some superhero shit. The guys fucked whichever hole of hers, came hard, rested, sipping alcohol and smoking weed and came to fuck her again. They smacked her ass, rammed her holes, poured Chris over her and basically fucked her whichever way they pleased. And she was cumming so often and so hard, like she was finally living a nasty fantasy. William swore he had never seen a hornier freak. She drained all their balls, ten, hard cases, and left them with aching balls, sore dicks and raw backs.

Finally, however, she got pounded to an oblivion and knocked out by all that dick. 

In the morning, they all agreed that the thing had to stay a secret. Money was sore, but she was like, "Thanks guys." 

She blew them kisses, avoided their eyes and walked off gingerly. Then she stopped, ran back to William, hugged him tightly, sobbed and left, to scoop up her kid and bail. He just stood there passively, watching.

Chapter 19

Money called Yello from the highway, already a couple of hundred miles out of town, with their son on the seat besides her, and all her stuff in the trunk and back seat, to tell him, "Its over babe!" 

They started fighting. 

He was like, "After all I did for you bitch! Whore! Slut! Mutha-phuck you!!! I want my son!" blah, blah, blah.

Money was hot tempered so she got pissed and told him on the phone,

"Yeah fuck you! I fucked all your boys at Will's last night, all five and they all bigger than you. Sorry, I cant chat much coz I am so sore all over. Bye, loser! And thank your boys for all that dick. Damn I still feel them in me, moving like snakes. Gotta go now." She hung up and threw away her phone.

The guys posted parts of the video on the web, not showing their faces, but showing Money and their cocks. They made sure word got to Yello. Big D was showing people a video from his cell phone, showing Money riding him, and sucking two cocks. 

Yello wanted war, of course. He went and got the four guys from the crew that had not taken part in gang banging his girl. Now, it was five against five. Yello was talking feuding and murder. He said, "Its on, mutha-phukaz!" 

William took Big D to the side and told him Big Mo was setting them up to kill each other. Big D was like, 

"So what? Yello is dying, not me. He has had this coming for ages. He dead already!"

"But man, we a crew. We friends."

"Ain't no friends in this game. Its either his life or mine. And with him gone, there will be more cash and more power for me. Lets go do that mutha-phuka. Ride on a Nigga!"

Someone shot holes in William's house windows. He was lucky he wasn't home or he would have met his maker. William and Derek and the other gang bangers armed themselves and went looking for Yello. 

There was no talking to them. They wanted to get rid of Yello and his boys so their boy Big D would be the main man, after Mo. And Yello's boys had the same motivation. The war could not be stopped.

William called Big Mo and told him. Big Mo told him to stay out of it. But William was insistent, so Big Mo called a truce meeting at his hood house to squash the beef. 

William received a call from Mo. He told him not to attend. But William's loyalty was to his cousin, Big D. And like all of them, they never really thought anything could happen to them.

They all got into the house, ten gangsters, all armed to the teeth, drunk, high, and ready for war. 

Mo did not turn up. Both sides started thinking maybe it was a set up. The tension rose and grew very thick. Finally, Yello just exploded and said,

"You the most bitch ass crew I ever fucking rode with. Fuck you all."

Big D was like, "Look at you motherfucker, crying over a bitch! We fucked your bitch, motherfucker, so what? This is MOBB. Money over bitches, bitch! You put a bitch before your friends, Nigga don't deserve to live."

"Thanks for showing me what types of bitch ass bitches you are!" Yello snarled. 

William saw that Yello had his eyes fixed on Big D. His fingers were flexing and inching towards his waistband. William looked into his eyes and saw he was going to draw and shoot his cousin. 

"Yello, lemme tell you something," William said. "I fucked your bitch first. In fact, I have been fucking her for months. When she kissed your baby, damn! The bitch had my dick on her breath..."

Yello went mad as hell and snarled as he grabbed his pound, "Fuck you mutha-..."

William grabbed his heat and fired, ducking his head as Yello burst right back. All the gangsters grabbed their steel and shot like the wild west. Bullets that didn't hit anyone ricocheted off the wall and probably hit someone. It was a slaughter.

Big D ran out of the door, bleeding, ducking and firing. William hit Yello four times, and sprayed bullets at the other guys as he ducked and ran for the door. Three guys died on each side, including Yello. 

William staggered outside and noticed his shirt felt warm and wet. He looked down and saw it was covered in blood. Big D rolled up and was like, "Jump in fool."

William didn't feel any pain, he felt real warm, but his hands and legs were kind of refusing to do what he wanted them to. And it was getting harder to breathe. He thought maybe he should take a short nap. He told Big D, "No hospital," 

Big D looked at his cousin bleeding profusely and for the first time in ages, he felt fear. He only paused to wipe and throw away their guns and then rushed to a hospital and left him in the park, making a call from a public phone so they could find his cousin. William was cut open, had some steel removed and got stitched up. He woke up seven days later, handcuffed to the bed.

The Police had been called to Big Mo's place, and gotten there after journalists had filmed everything. It was even on CNN. The cops could not cover it up. They found drugs at William's house and the bullets they dug out of him matched the ones found at the scene. Mo was like, "You stupid fuck! Didn't I tell you not to go there! I cant help you now." But keep your damn mouth shut! Or else.

William didn't snitch, and they couldn't prove that he had actually killed anyone. But they found enough drugs in his house and car to put him away for three years.

Chapter 20

William came out of his memories and realized that the party was over, his welcome back home party.

He had never thought he would stop riding, but now he knew he would never ride again. But he knew there was no way he could explain it to Big D.

No way.

And Big D was right, if word got out that he was no longer riding, he would be good game, a dead man walking. Little, wanna be gangsters would use his ass for target practice. Not to mention all the guys he had fucked over before.

Shit!

Chapter 21

The next day, he called Karen and she gave him the address of the take away joint that he could work at. She said she had already talked to her friend, and he was cool. William had the job. For the first time in five years, William walked to the bus. 

He was strolling along when a tinted executive Mercedes rolled up. The door opened. Big Mo was sitting behind the wheel, dressed in a suit and tie, looking like your rich, black business man. William glanced around quickly and then darted inside. Big mo hugged him and pumped his hand. He thanked him for not opening his mouth and trying to deal, then gave him a thirty grand handshake.

"What you gonna do now?"

"College and work."

"At Mickey Dee's. Nigga please. We will take care of you..."

"No. I couldn't roll anyway. My Parole Officer would have me back in the slammer."

"Fuck her. You doing a correspondence degree huh?"

"You well informed, huh?"

"Yep. You are my investment. Listen, you going to a real college, boy. I will pay for it. But, you will be taking Management and Corporate Law."

"I am kind of happy with History."

"Fuck that," Mo said firmly. It was clear he was not into discussions. "After you graduate, you work for me, and help me go legit. You need something, tell me. Work hard. I will be checking on you."

"Fuck, Mo, I got to work and shit! How in the hell..."

"Get a job and then I will talk to your boss. You wont have to go there. Your PO wont hear shit."

"Listen Mo, I am kind of happy, not having to look over my shoulder."

"Yep, you get a college degree and the world is yours? Then they ask your black ass, have you ever been convicted of a felony? "Yes!" Sorry. Bye now!"

"I will take my chances."

"William, no discussion. You know I am on your side. You and me, we gonna ride together till the very end. Like Scarface, only with a happy end. You know what, I got some hot shit banging right now. New and improved shit. You will love this."

"What?"

"I am starting to sell stuff at white kids schools. They got money, and its less gun stuff. I need smart guys though, like you."

"I gotta lay low."

"Listen, I tell you to do something, you do it. I paid a lot of money to save your life in jail."

William nodded. He knew that. Or the family and friends of the guys he had been involved in a shoot up with would have picked him off.

"This white thing is really kicking, ask Big D. Guys are making way more money than you ever dreamed of. And with so much ease. But cops watch those school closely. I need men with brains and discipline for that. Had one guy got careless and they got him. Shot him dead, said he shot first. Looks like a sanctioned hit. They don't want us near their kids. Like we the ones causing them to want drugs. You don't sell drugs, you offer them and those that want them come and buy, of their own accord."

"Its all about money and power."

"I need you in my team. Someone with brains. And think of all the money. We will do everything better this time. No more dumb ass shit. I straightened the crew out. Come back to the fold."

"Lemme lay low and finish my parole first."

"Listen, I can take care of your officer, everybody can be bought, or killed."

"Chill Mo. Chill man. All right? Don't touch her."

"Then do what the fuck I tell you! Or something not so sweet is gonna happen to sweet little Karen Cosworth. You know how many people die annually from surprising some crack head during a B and E. Maybe a B and E coupled with a rape?"

William was shocked for a second. Then he nodded.

"All right, Mo. Don't do anything stupid."

"Neither should you. I want you to drop by and chat with me once a week. I have plans. Big plans..."

Big Mo dropped him off in town. 

Chapter 22

William met his new boss, a black guy named Steven. Steven spoke highly of Karen and said she had gotten him out of a gang like way, way back. 

He told William he would treat him good but wouldn't take shit. William nodded.

He did his first shift. He remembered a song from Ice Cube.

"Took some advice from my Uncle Bester, All dressed up in Polyester, Welcome to MacDonald's may I please help you? Damn, what can I do?"

After work, William hid the money under some boards in his bedroom floor. It felt good to have money. All his shit had been repossessed when they locked him up, the car, the bling, everything.

Chapter 23

Then he sat back on his darkened porch, sipping on a beer and thinking, "Damn! What can I do?"

He knew Big Mo didn't make empty threats. He had bribed the POs of several gang bangers in the past, to turn a blind eye. Karen would probably not accept a bribe, so Big Mo would have her whacked, probably using off duty cops or someone out of town. Then William would get a new PO. A more cooperative one.

William knew one thing, he would not let that happen.




Encomium/Gangster Fairy Tale 02



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Chapter 1

William lived in his mom's house, alone, for three months with nothing special happening. The people who did not like him left the former gangster alone, for everybody was told that he was only laying low till his parole was over. 

Meanwhile, he was still taking "some advice from his Uncle Bester, All dressed up in Polyester, Welcome to Mickey Dee's may I please help you? Damn, what could he do?"

It was a fucked up, boring, stressful kind of job, especially when you had a thousand customers all clamoring for service. He would sweat like a pig and get shouted at by his shift manager for it. 

He had never worked a day in his life, and the work was kind of exhausting and demeaning. When some customer was rude or just being a jerk, you had to smile back at them. The pay was low. As a gangster, he worked much less and earned much more. But at this job, one thing he didn't have to do was live in fear.

William was determined to go through with it. Things could only get better.

He went to work and worked out regularly. He hung out at home most of the time, reading for his correspondence degree. Sometimes, gang bangers saw him and were like, "What's up, gangster?" 

In the back of his mind, he was scared of someone coming up to pay him back for the old days, but they all thought he was just laying low a while, but still banging with Big D and Mo, so nobody started shit.

He had to go and see Karen, his PO, like once a week. He looked forward to seeing her. 

His visits to her were not formal. She would take him somewhere for a cup of coffee and a chat. She was really concerned with how he was coping and he found himself opening up to her, for she was real, open and candid. 

Sometimes she dropped by his house, unannounced and looked around, snooping openly. Then she would take him for a beer or two. He knew she was checking out what he was up to, if there were any signs, like weed smoke, or whatever. And she would tell him once in a while, that she knew he had been here or there, just to show him that she had eyes and ears around him. 

She also sent him for drug testing so he did not smoke weed at all, which was kind of a drag. He had smoked daily in jail but not on the outside! But he stayed clean. He didn't want to go back to jail, and he did not want to disappoint her. It was good, to have someone who cared for him. He realized that his mom had been very concerned and loving, but back then, he had not been able to appreciate it. Now, times were different.

"Don't you trust me?" he asked her one evening, as they sipped a beer. He felt kind of hurt.

"Trust is good but control is better," she chuckled. "Don't get me wrong. Its not you I don't trust, but the hood. Believe me, it has broken many strong people. I believe in you, and I wont let anything destroy you if I can help it. Take me like an over concerned mom if you will."

"You too young to be my mom."

"You twenty four, I am 43."

"You lying. You cant be more than 35."

"Believe me. I am, but thanks..." she was very flattered, she looked at him fondly. "I could have had you at nineteen. Why not? Black daddy, white mom equals a black child." she chuckled and ran her hand over his short, shaved head. The touch thrilled them both.

"So, how does your husband take it, your job? You, spending your time with black ass gangsters and criminals? He doesn't trip?"

"Used to. He never understood why I would wanna do anything for blacks. He worked in the upper management of a brokerage. For him, it was all about money, like, "If you don't make dollars, you don't make sense!"

"Word to the mutha-phuking DJ Quick!"

"Bitch better have my money!" she chuckled dirtily, quoting from a song by AMG, which started off going, "Ain't nothing like black pussy on my dick, word to the mutha-phucking DJ quick!"

"We got divorced. A year ago. It was for the best." Her face seemed to get cloudy and worried.

"Is everything all right?"

"Yes. We are just having a little stress. Its nothing."

"You are there for me a lot, Karen. You need an arm, or a shoulder, holler, ma!"

"Thanks."

She reached over and stroked his big, dark hand. They shared a tender smile. William noticed that she was looking very vulnerable. Something big was happening with her and her ex, though she did not say so.

Chapter 2

William was getting pretty fond of Karen. She was an attractive woman, and she cared about him. Karen would chat to him, not like some stupid ass PO but like a good friend and a concerned elder sister, asking what he was up to, thinking, how he was coping and all. He felt good around her.

Most of the times, she was, and they would just kick it and chat, sharing thoughts. But sometimes, he got the feeling she was flirting with him. Karen would always be dressed elegantly, looking neat, fine and sexy. He found her attractive. And he could tell she liked him. He would always flirt right back at her. He had a feeling that deep under her confident, elegant, classy veneer, there was a nasty, naughty kind of freaky.

Karen was quite pleased with William. He was never late or absconded from work and the drug tests were clean and she knew he was not high rolling again. She kept her promise. She helped him enroll in a university, and helped him get a partial scholarship. 

College went along smoothly. He attended his lessons and kept to himself. With the job and all the learning he had to do to catch up with the others, he hardly had time for socializing.

Chapter 3

However, he was worried about something else. And it weighed heavily on his mind as he went to meet Mo for their weekly chat. It was late afternoon when he walked into the barbershop. Mo got his hair cut in a room at the back. 

The place had surveillance cameras which recorded everything, into a computer only Mo had access to. Mo was military through and through. If cops came around and tried to wire the place, he would know.

At first, they had their usual chat as Mo got his cut. Then he waved the barber out. Mo got into his usual chat. He had millions stashed away, and wanted to wash them. Then he would invest the money into some business. However, Mo was not planning on going clean and stopping drug dealing. Mo wanted to have it both ways, and have a neat set up for cleaning his and other gangsters money.

William was an integral part of Mo's plans. Mo did not trust white collar guys, and not without reason. Two guys he had had clean money for him, a lawyer and an accountant, had tried to rip him off. Those guys were never seen again. But Mo never recovered the money. Therefore, he wanted someone like William in his team. A white collar gangster, so to speak.

Mo envisioned a world with peace and unity, where the whole drug business in the city would be under control, with dealers and gangs not having to fight, but all making their money peacefully, paying off the cops and living long. He told William that the days of the violent gangsters would soon be over.

"We need to set up shit the way people do normal business. You never see MacDonald's and other take away chains going to war, with guns."

William nodded in agreement, but he saw one major flaw in Mo's thinking. Mo was a drug dealing ex soldier trying to turn business man. Mo was in it for the money. But the young gangsters that he needed in order to control turf thought differently. They wanted money too, but money was just a means to achieve their aim, even the bling, the cars, power, the parties, they were all means to an aim, to become kings of the hood. Now, Kings didn't follow orders, they gave orders. Therefore, you could not have gangsters working for you, and not wilding and doing stupid stuff, fighting over nothing, fucking girls all over the place and pulling silly stunts. Fr gangsters wanted exactly that.

Another thing was that William had a problem with Mo's plans for him. He now firmly saw drugs as one of the main cause for black people's woes in America. The government had unleashed drugs in the Hood for one purpose, to destroy black society. But he knew he should not bother Mo with such an argument. Big Mo didn't give a fuck. He would say he never forced anyone to take drugs. Which William had always said, before he went to jail and opened his eyes in the library.

William was glad that he got Big Mo to lay off about Karen Big Mo never made any more threats at her. But William could see that it was Mo's secret weapon. He would harm Karen if he had to, to make him stay in line. And he knew better than to get Big Mo pissed. Hell, he even had off duty cops working for him, protecting his consignments of drugs and guns, and bumping off people for him.

"William," Mo said, sounding very serious. "You in college, now boy. Show me why I am wasting my money. Say you had three million bucks you wanted to wash quickly, what would you do?"

Big Mo told him he had millions of bucks stashed away. He wanted to wash his cash and go legit. He wanted to hear if William had any ideas.

"Form a record label."

"Are you stupid. Do I look like Quincy fucking Jones?"

"Know Row, Inc, Riders, they are all hip hop labels that were started with drug money. In fact, you can call them drug dealing record labels."

"How that function?"

"Easy, you throw a concert, 200 people come in and you say it was 10 000. Each paid say 30 bucks. You got 300 000 bucks all legal and clean. You print 1 000 000 cds, get it all documented, then you say you moved them on the street, like mix tapes or something, say, 15 bucks each, you got 15 million bucks clean."

"What do you do with the CDs?"

"Get them incinerated or recycled. There are so many ways to wash money. Of course, the larger the sum, the harder. You gotta do it all smart, and don't over do it or the IRS and them get suspicious. But 3 million would wash easy."

"Why Don't I just set up a record label permanently, then? And you to run that operation for me. High time you earned your own tuition."

"I am not yet ready. I need to learn more. Lemme get my degree first. Why don't you get some accountant or something?"

"Its all difficult in illegal business. I tried to work with this other guy, and he tried to swindle me. I am like, "WTF" and he like, "Yeah, go to the cops. Tell them I stole your money. But where did you get it from? Oops. I forgot you deal drugs."

"What did you do?"

"He stopped breathing, but I never got my cash back. I don't trust those white color guys. You can do it part time son, on a small scale. I will pay you good. And Ain't no danger involved."

"Chill big daddy. Go slow. Wait till I am finished with studying. Then we can roll."

Big Mo nodded, but he was kind of impatient. He offered William a lot of cash, but William told him to wait. He didn't really feel like he was ready to tackle all of that. He might fuck up somewhere. And the problem with guys like Big Mo was that if they thought you were fucking them over, they did not sue you, they got you shot. Put one to your fucking head. Boom bye bye!

Chapter 4

One afternoon, he saw Karen at his college. Karen didn't see him. He watched her talking to two professors, women, both of whom he knew from his lessons. One was his corporate law teacher, Amanda Smith, a black woman and the other was Mrs Judy Mason, his business Lecturer. He walked towards them. Karen saw him and waved him over, cheerily. She invited him to join them for supper. 

He went for food and drinks with the three, in a nice place in town. He felt good, being with three mature, beautiful, elegant women.

Judy Mason, was a tall, sexy, mid thirties dishwater blond, with a curvy body with all the curves in the right places. She was hot in this mature, feminine, curvy adult woman kind of way. She looked like a business woman cum mom, in her chic, pink skirt suit and blouse. A nice pair of tits pushed out like a shelf in her blouse. Her ass looked real hot, a swollen pear cupped in her long, but tight skirt. 

The other was Ms Amanda Wilson, a black woman also in her mid thirties. Amanda, or Manda as they called her, was of medium height, with a beautiful, heart shaped face. She had a nice pair of tits and curvy hips, plus a beautiful, round, brown ass that looked hot in her designer jeans. Amanda wore a halter top and a black jacket and looked like a hot, black business woman. 

They all chatted as they ate. Judy and Karen were old friends and former neighbors. Judy and Manda knew each other from work. Manda sometimes helped Karen with legal advice. The three were close and got along very well and spent loads of time together at work. Amanda said she had worked as a corporate lawyer for 5 years, made some clever investments and gotten out. She had a wealthy income from her investments.

Judy was married, but Manda and Karen were single. After some beers, the women were getting naughty, going into some raunchy conversation. When Judy asked where he knew Karen from, he told them he had been in jail. There was an awkward silence for a moment, then Manda asked naughtily, how it had been like, without pussy!

"Oh Manda, you are unbelievable!" Judy giggled.

"Oh, he is a big man, let him speak for himself," Karen said, surprising him with her naughty look and chuckle. She was drunk. She and Manda were looking at him in a challenging, naughty way. He decided to accept and take it farther.

"Oh well, its not a good feeling. I swear the first girl I slept with, I made her spread it for me and just gazed at it for ages. And then I stroked and ate it for hours. I just couldn't get enough!"

Karen laughed naughtily and Judy giggled and blushed, but Manda licked her lush lips and smiled cheekily. She was ready to push him and see how far he would go. She seemed in the mood for outrageous fun.

"Mmmmm! Lucky girl!" Manda said and they all chuckled. "Do you like it shaved or hairy?"

"What's yours like?"

"No, you want to cheat. If I say shaved, you say you love shaved."

"Go on, don't be shy Will, tell us," Karen nudged him, smiling naughtily.

"All right, I love both."

"Diplomat! Or coward!" Judy said and they laughed.

"My favorite is the side and lips are shaved, but there is a little hair above the slit. I love that."

"Then you would love having me feed you," Amanda chuckled dirtily. Judy gasped aloud and then giggled hard. Manda continued, smiling naughtily. "Although, I wouldn't want to steal you from Karen."

"Oh come on. I am too old for him. He's a kid."

"No you are not!" Manda said. "Get into something young, crispy and tasty girl!"

"Why don't you ladies ask me?" William offered, smiling at Karen.

"What do you say, little boy?" she asked, teasing him.

"I think you are like a tasty, mature bottle of expensive, rich, smooth wine."

"Whooooo!!!" the women cheered and clapped their hands.

"And secondly, I am not that little of a boy. Why you think they used to call me big Willy."

"Karen, that sounded like an offer to me!" Manda said huskily, giving a dirty chuckle. "A big offer!"

"You guys back off, you are embarrassing him," Karen said, though she was the one blushing now.

"You should have him around when Bryce comes to start shit!" Judy said suddenly, getting serious.

"Who is Bryce? Your ex?" he asked Karen. She nodded. "He bothering you?"

"Its not that big of deal."

"It is Karen. You should do something. This could get dangerous."

"Oh, don't over dramatize. He is just going through his midlife crisis."

"That motherfucker runs out on you with a young whore... The lil gold digger spends all his money, he loses his job coz he is out partying all the time. She dumps him. He has fucked up his life and now he bothers you. Get a court order."

"I am trying to deescalate the situation."

"He will deescalate your ass."

"Come on Manda. You know you are being unfair. He is just going through a hard time. Many people go through that. Then he will come back to his senses."

"Karen, don't you give him any more money, and Don't even think about giving him the house that you paid for with your parents money. And Don't take any more shit from him!" Amanda said firmly.

"Don't worry about me Manda. I can hold my own."

"I know you can hon. That asshole is playing with your emotions though. Lemme talk to him."

"No! Dammit Manda. Its all right! Now back off!"

Karen was angry now, so angry Manda let it slip. But William noticed that she was scared and confused, like someone who didn't know what she was up against, but knew it was bad, only not how bad. On the other hand, he saw that she was concerned about her ex. And still cared about him.

"If you ever need any help, let me know. Seriously," he said to Karen, as he put his big hand over hers and squeezed softly..

"Thanks," she nodded and squeezed his hand softly.

For a second he saw worry and fear in her eyes. He suspected the situation was much worse than she admitted. He decided to talk to her about it later.

Chapter 5

William went to college and had his weekly meetings with Big Mo and now met Karen and her two friends regularly, once a week, for food and drinks. 

Big Mo got him someone to set up a record label for him and washed his three million dollars with ease. He gave William 50 gees cash as a token of his appreciation.

William gave him a couple of more ideas how to wash money. He was surprised at the ease with which the ideas came to him.

The next supper with the three ladies took place at Amanda's town apartment. She was quite well off with a nice, roomy, comfortable two bedroomed place. It was a warm night, so they sat on her balcony, all four, smoking cigarettes, drinking wine and chatting. The discussion became interesting when Manda said to Karen,

"You know, its funny sometimes, I hear of the things these kids go to jail for and think how stupid. How could they think they would get away."

"Its greed and ignorance."

"Its not just gangsters," Judy said. "Even like in corporate crime, some people have smart ideas how to steal, but they mess up in stupid ways, because they are greedy and they rush things."

"Are you saying you could do it better?" William teased.

"Yes. I mean, before you pull off something, you need to really think it through. Everything. You need several smart heads or you will miss something."

"That is right," Karen said. Then she looked at Will and wagged a playful finger. "This is not to give you funny ideas. Its just a game we like to play. How would we have pulled this or that off."

"I had lots of time to think in jail too. And I could see where most gangsters fuck up. Not that I am planning on doing it again, but its interesting. The problem is most of them are uneducated. They don't know how the law functions. And they are reckless."




Encomium/Gangster Fairy Tale 02



"They bribe the cops, don't they?" Manda asked.

"Yeah. But the cops have an image to keep. Like me and the boys, we fucked up so bad they had to arrest me."

"What did you do?" Judy asked, her ears cocked, her eyes all big.

He told them.

"That is so shocking!" Judy exclaimed.

"It was coming. There was already a lot of tension in the crew between Yello and his boys and Big D. They were always squabbling, so it had to come. Most gangsters get killed by other gangsters. Guys are getting whacked all the time."

"What I don't understand is, why cant they just do their thing quietly and make their money."

"Gangsters are not business people. They are violent lawless criminals, high on their ego, drugs and power. They think the can do as they please. And they want to."

"Like, what did you guys used to do? I mean, how did you get the drugs in? With all the cops and FBI?"

"You pay them to guard the drugs for you."

There were gasps and laughter, like, "Smart move!"

William told the women some of his experiences. As they drank and listened, he saw that they were mesmerized with his gangster fairy tales. In fact, all three seemed kind of horny and aroused, as he told them of his violent, criminal, law breaking escapades.

He met them a week later at Judy's house. Her husband was out of town. Judy had no children.

After supper they sat on the balcony, in a close circle. They drank and smoked as their conversation centered on sex, gangsters and crime. William was kind of annoyed with Karen Amanda produced some weed and the three of them smoked joints, but Karen told him no way, and she and the women giggled and kept blowing smoke at him.

When they were drunk, Manda wanted to know about his sex escapades as a gangster. He was kind of embarrassed but they prodded and challenged him on, especially Amanda and Karen. So he told them some nasty fuck stories from his past. Manda prodded for more details and Karen supported her, saying this was no PG movie. Judy blushed profusely but listened attentively as the drunk former gangster gave them sordid, spiced up, detailed accounts of hot, wild, carefree sex. 

A thick mood of arousal settled over them. He saw was sure all three were wet and horny just like he was hard in his pants. All their nipples were sticking out through their thin dresses and tops. He was sure he could stand up, pull his dick out and they would share it between their hungry mouths and then spread their thighs wide open for him and take a black gangster dick deep in their pink fuck holes. 

Maybe he could even get them to lick his cock and taste each other's pussy off it. And then make them eat each other out. Damn! That sounded like a gangster party. His cock got so hard in his pants. The sexual tension was almost tangible, but he didn't want to put Karen in an embarrassing situation.

Instead, he settled back as Manda now gave some freaky episodes from her own life, graphic, of course.

Chapter 6

William was horny as hell, and it continued to the following week. He couldn't get the three mature hot mas out of his mind. He kept fantasizing of fucking them, especially Rachel. The girl from MacDonald's that he had been fucking regularly had quit and moved down south.

The same thing happened the following week, at Karen's house. She had a nice house near the beach, with upstairs bedrooms. She had shared it with her husband till the divorce. She said she had bought it with her parent's estate, but her husband claimed he owned half of it because he had done some painting and renovations. However, the court had thrown his law suit out.

William was no longer going for drug testing and Karen was talked by the others into letting him smoke weed, he was doing so passively anyway. Getting caught up in the cross fire.

It was another steamy conversation and criminal stories. They all got horny again and so did he. He had expected that Karen might also have some freaky tales to tell, but she did not seem to have any. But Judy, surprised him for she had wild tales to tell. The hot housewife had stripped in college, and had gone through multitudes of lovers. She had done men of all races. And women too. As she went through a detailed description of a lesbian sexual encounter of hers, with a black woman, William noticed her exchanging horny smiles with Amanda. He soon had a feeling this wasn't some old tale she was telling, but a confession of something that was going on. It suddenly struck him that he had always noticed an intimacy between the two women. Karen must have come to the same conclusion too, she exchanged a talking look with William, like "Ah ha!"

Again, there was a thick sexual tension between all four. However, nobody made a move.

Chapter 7

They were at Karen's. Amanda and Judy left, both hugging him and Karen. He helped her clear the things up. She seemed very nervous as he wanted to leave. 

"I can stay, if its all right. I will sleep in the spare bedroom. You will be safe."

She tried to say something but he put a finger to her lip. She sighed, hugged him strongly and for a second her fear came through and she shuddered.

"What is he doing to you?"

She wouldn't tell him.

She made up a bed for him and said good night, kissing him on the lips. He slept peacefully until the phone started ringing ceaselessly. He got up and saw that Karen's door was half open. She was sitting in her bed hugging herself and looking scared. Her whole body was shivering and her eyes were wide open and wet.

"Pick it up."

"No! No!" she sobbed.

"Do it. I am here!"

She wouldn't do it. SO he picked it up and listened. 

A drunk, stupid voice rasped into the telephone. It was the sound of a mad man.

"Bitch! Why did you keep me waiting. I will come around. Is that what you want. I will finish what I started. Is that what you want, you stupid fucking cunt! I am talking to you. Bitch!!!! ha ha ha!"

Karen cringed and whimpered.

"Yo! Who the fuck is this?"

"There was sharp gasp at the other end then the stupid whisper continued.

"Who the fuck are you! Get out my house right now!"

"Listen, Bryce. If you call this number ever again, it will be the last call you make."

"Get out of my house ass hole!"

"Listen ass hole, I know where you live. Want me get my boys and come visit you? Fuck it, in fact fuck the boys, I don't need witnesses, I can handle you alone."

"Who are you? Are you threatening me!" Now his voice was normal, but drunk and pissed off.

"All right. I tried to be nice. Get your gun coz I am coming to blast you!"

"No!" Karen screamed, grabbing Williams arm in both hands. "Please don't kill him!"

"You heard Bryce. But this happens one more time, you dead!"

"You shouldn't have said that," Karen said as he slammed the phone down. "Issuing a threat is a crime."

"Fuck that! Why are you letting him do this to you Karen After all you went through?"

"I loved him very much. He didn't use to be like this. This mid life crisis thing fucked him up badly. He is mad at the world and feels all lost. I cant help him by going to war with him."

"And you think letting him abuse you will help him?"

"I can take it!" she said stubbornly, but she was scared.

"Fuck that Karen! Give him a taste of his own medicine. I can go and visit him."

"No!" Karen said firmly. "This is not your fight. And not everybody thinks like a gangster, "My life or your life!" All right. Now, please, I Don't wanna fight with you. I want you to stay with me. Please!"

"Of course Ma. Come here..." he wrapped his powerful arms around her.

Karen was too scared to sleep alone so he slid into bed with her. He was only in a pair of boxers and she was in a thin t-shirt and tiny silk shorts. He put his arms around her and held her.

Slowly, Karen felt the fear leave her. She felt safe in his arms. She slept peacefully for the first time in ages. At one point she felt a soft, thick bundle in his boxers brushing into her thigh. It made her scared and excited simultaneously. He didn't try anything though, which relieved but kind of disappointed her.

"Oh... I thought for a second you had a gun under your pillow. But it was just your little friend here..." William said, when she had almost fallen asleep. She started blushing even before she turned around fully. And there was William, sitting up, holding her glass vibrator. It was long, with a curved, tapering thin shaft and a round, shiny black ball, half a golf ball in size.

"Oh shit!!!!" she squealed and snatched it.

"don't worry, I am not jealous. Its smaller than me."

"Size Isn't everything. Its the technique that counts. This is embarrassing."

"Well, for us guys its easier, you just need some Kleenex and body oil, and fuck a dog, a hand is a man's best friend."

They both laughed as Karen stuffed it away in a drawer.

She did not feel very embarrassed at all, which surprised her. But then, William had taken it all easy. She could see he had soon forgotten about it. She snuggled up to him and fell asleep, feeling good and safe.

Karen woke him up as she stirred awake besides him. They were in the spoon position. He had a arm around her mid and it was under her shirt. His big hand was holding her soft belly. Her soft, round ass fitting perfectly in the hollow of his pubes and hips. His half hard cock was nestling between her soft, hot cheeks.

"Morning," he said softly, stroking her belly.

"Morning," she responded, and softly ground her ass into his cock. "Thanks for staying," she kissed his arm. Then she got up, seeming to move her ass from his cock last.

"Karen, why didn't you and Bryce have kids?"

"I am barren."

"You have been checked and stuff?"

"No. But he knocked up his little gold digger in no time. SO, it must have been me."

As she walked to the shower, he was gazing at her ass rolling in her tight, little silk shorts. Rolling so sexily.

"Don't look at my old butt! I told you!"

"Wait till I smack it, one of these days."

"Just you try!" she laughed from the doorway to the bathroom. She pulled her t-shirt over her head and walked inside, 

At breakfast she told him that her ex husband wanted her to pay him half the worth of the house, so he could start all over again. She said she could not do that unless she sold the house. However, even though she was not planning to, she knew he would just spend the money on drugs and alcohol binges. She said it was like he had come unhinged. He had always been a hard working, responsible, well behaved man. Then he had turned forty and just lost it. Lost all sense and meaning in his life, run off with a young girl, lost everything, and all that remained was bitterness and hatred in him. He asked her where the guy lived but she wouldn't tell him. And she made him promise not to get involved.

The thing was, he was terrorizing her, to get her to sell the house and give him half, which he believed was his though the court had denied it. He was trying to make her feel guilty. Sometimes he begged, saying he owed some bad guys some money and they were losing patience, something she believed. At other times he called drunk and high, threatening to harm her. Sometimes he even came around in the middle of the night, drunk and high. She would let him in to avoid rousing the neighbors. He would shout around and sometimes break a couple of thins. But he would not touch her, though he did threaten her.

Karen's strategy was to just stay calm and show him he wouldn't get anything from her. Till he came to his senses.

"SO, if he cleaned up his act and came back, you would take him back?"

"That is jumping the gun a bit. He would have to clean up first and then we would see." "After all he has done to you?" William was aghast. And jealous.

"Look, everybody deserves a second chance. And you Don't know Bryce the way I know him. He was another person before this mid life thing began. He was always there for me and treated me with respect and love. He will clean up his act. I spoke to my psychologist and she said they always do, after a while."

"But Karen, if he is threatening you..."

"He is just making those threats to get the money. But I know that no matter how low he sinks, he would never harm me."

William wasn't sure she knew, she just hoped and dreamed.

She hugged William strongly and then kissed him tenderly on the cheek.

There was some erotic tension between them. 

William wanted her. But he did not want to make a move. It might feel like he was taking advantage. And he did not want to mess up things between them, for if she said no, the situation would become awkward.

As he drove to her office, Karen was feeling excited, aroused and yet kind of worried. It would not do for her to develop feelings for William. She was PO and that was forbidden. Second, she knew William was not out of the waters yet. He was still on parole and on the way to being rehabilitated. And she thought it would be embarrassing, she was old enough to be his mom. She shouldn't start something with him.

Chapter 8

William decided that Karen would never act against her husband. 

But he wasn't gonna hang around and hang for the best. He did not want to take any chances. Karen wasn't dating him, but he had nothing but love for her.

Bryce had to learn one thing, you dont "phuck wit a gangstaz bitch!"

William hired a private investigator and had Bryce's address and photo within a week. The guy was living in some apartment block in town. It didn't have security or cameras for it was a cheap place.

William had avoided hanging with Big D but family was family. He called up his cousin, Big Derek and asked him for a favor. He lied and said there was this white girl he was fucking at work and this white guy was causing them grief. He wanted Big D to give him a severe warning. He said the guy had never seen him personally, so Big D should just pretend to be him.

"What's the girl's name?"

"Trina," William answered, giving him Karen's second name. "Just tell him to keep away from Trina." he knew Bryce would know who was meant all right.

"So, when you bringing this Trina to meet the fam? She hot?"

"Yep."

"Suck a good dick?"

"You bet!"

"Word. Lil homie got some white bitch shit goin huh? Don't you worry, I will take care of the asshole. This one is on the family."

William didn't feel bad about lying to his cousin. Big D wasn't doing it for the family. Bullshit. Big D was doing it to kick some ass. He loved kicking ass and scaring motherfuckers. 

His huge, fat cousin was happy as a kid at Christmas as they pulled up before Bryce's dwelling. William stayed in the car as his big, fat, excited cousin slid his pistol under his belt and went inside the apartment building.

Big D returned ten minutes later, looking very happy. They drove off. 

He said he had pretended to be a post boy but all he delivered was a gun in the face. He had put his gun in Bryce's mouth and licked the door shut, then pushed him into his squalid, dark, trashy apartment. Bryce had obviously been drinking and watching TV, with cocaine on his table. He said the white guy started trembling and went on his knees, begging for mercy, saying he would pay up for the stuff in a month, once his bitch gave him the money.

"I am going to get rougher with her, I promise. I went and bought a gun. She doesn't pay up, she is dead. I have to make it look like a robbery though. Then I will inherit everything. And I will pay all you guys off, with interest. I promise..."

"Who? Who you wanna kill?"

"Karen. Listen, maybe you could get me someone who could handle her. Could you?"

"I gives a fuck motherfucker. I want you to stay away from Trina, ass hole. I am her new man, the nightmare from the phone."

Bryce suddenly looked confused and scared. "You confused, huh? Mutha-phuka. Lemme help you out a bit there...""

Big D was a veteran thug with ten years experience. William had told him to scare the shit out of Bryce but not maim him. Big D stuck to that, mostly. He pistol whipped Bryce and kicked him around. He made him swallow the gun barrel and made as if to shoot him. He said Bryce was whimpering like a baby and begging for mercy. Big D then told him, "Stay away from Trina. You so much as dream of her, you dead."

He beat him up just to show him, and stomped him a bit with his Timberlands just to teach him. He said if the guy gave him trouble again, he should just say so and Big D would whack him and they could get rid of his body in this funeral parlor that handled dead bodies for Big Mo.

William was tempted for a second, for Big D had said Bryce was talking about a gun and killing Karen But then, Big D had a big mouth when he was drinking and he would brag about it till Mo found out. And then he would own William completely, and Karen too, probably.

William thanked Big D. They went for a ride and smoked some weed, just like old times. William lied to Big D and told his cousin that once his parole was over, they would ride again. He thought of telling Karen that her husband was planning on get rough with her for he needed the money desperately. But then she would know of what he had done and would not approve.

Chapter 9

Big D went for a meeting at the barber shop with Big Mo. They talked about the rich, white school where he was selling drugs. Big Mo told him to stay inconspicuous, and not to fuck up shit. Derek promised he was laying low and just handling business.

"Hey, Big Mo, yunno I was worried abut William for a while. Yunno, how some guys go to jail for a sec and come out all weak, talking that peace shit. But William still a gee man. We all did some funky shit today."

"Yeah, what?"

Big D then told Big Mo everything.

"What the guys name?"

"Oh, some stupid Kracker name... Rice, yeah, Bryce..."

"Last name?"

"Eh, something worth... Fernsworth or something..."

"Cosworth?" Mo helped. He had a sharp memory. He never forgot a name.

"Yeah. That's it. Bryce Cosworth! Man, I fucked dat ol Kracker up real bad! Wiped the floor with his white ass. He wont be causing shit ever again. But if he does, I told Will I'd whack him and incinerate his body."

"Good. We need to look after Will. He asks you for that favor, you do it, all right. But lemme know. And lemme know everything that happens with Will, all right? I might need to help him out of trouble, you hide anything and shit goes wrong, you will be blame for your cousins demise. And you know I love Will like a brother, make sure I hear fucking everything."

"For sure boss."

As he left, Derek kind of felt funny about having agreed to snitch on his cousin. But then, Big Mo was the one that always helped and kept guys out of prison. It was usually better to keep him informed of everything, for sooner or later, they all always needed his help, especially his excellent connections. You could kill a guy in front of witnesses and Big Mo could call the cops and arrange for the witnesses to be somehow over looked or made to shut up.

Big Mo smiled as Derek left. SO, William was fucking Karen and strong arming her husband. And the guy had a gun and needed money from his ex wife, to pay for drug debts. 

Sounded like the plot for some nasty story. Love, secrets, violence, drugs, guns, and a former bad ass, calculating gangster. Mo knew, in the old days, William would have just killed Bryce in seconds. But would he? Well, he would know when William made his move. Because William would need his old crew. 

Big Mo called all the boys and told them to keep him informed about William's move but not to let Big D know.

Chapter 10

William called Karen every day to check if she had heard anything from her ex husband and she said he hadn't called. She was even worried something might have happened to him. After two days, she called him and he sounded scared and betrayed. He told her bitterly that he would leave her alone.




Encomium/Gangster Fairy Tale 02



William hoped that his plan had worked.

The following week, William had just returned from seeing Big Mo and was just settling down to watch a movie when someone hooted madly at his gate. He looked out to see Karen's SUV. He wondered if she had heard through someone that he had met with Big Mo. Then he remembered that they had an appointment, for a bite.

He threw on a jacket and went out.

Karen was in an excellent mood. They hadn't seen each other since the night he had spent at her place, the previous week. Both had thought of calling but decided it was probably better not to. 

As she chatted away happily, driving into town, he suddenly remembered Big Mo saying, everybody could be bought or killed. And her ex husband saying he went and bought a gun. He felt shivers. Hell, he didn't want anything to happen to her. She was good peoples. And he felt something for her. Suddenly, he felt murderous rage, towards Mo and Bryce. He would kill them both if he had to. Even if it meant jail, but he would see to it that they would not harm Karen Not even one single hair on her head.

Karen took him to some bar, an Irish place. He was the only black face in there.

He was used to people looking at him and Karen like they were lovers. Most white guys and white people above forty generally looked with open disapproval. That always pissed them off. They didn't know him. Or her. They assumed the worst, she was a race traitor, fucking with a Nigger. A Nigger, not worthy of getting his hands on her white flesh.

He smiled, sipping on his beer, and remembering that most white guys in jail had been used as hos and cocksuckers for black inmates. He had never done that, fucked a white man's mouth or ass. The Muslims had protected him from being active or passive in gay jail romances. He was not into that gay shit, anyway. But it was cool shit, to see white guys coming from a world where they were something special, and realizing that in jail their skin, their social status, their system which benefited them and disadvantaged blacks, couldn't help them. Some of them used to break down mentally. And they used to be owned and passed around by the nasty jail birds, tossing salads and getting f-d and f-d up. 

He smiled at Karen, "You always talking that mom staff, I think the people here have no such illusion."

"Who gives a fuck what they think. Let them eat their hearts out. Anyway, I feel flattered."

Karen was now all casual with him. She talked to him like a friend, and would swear. 

Karen was dressed and done up nicely, in a short, sexy, summer dress. She was very happy and excited. She ordered a bottle of wine, tasty imported, French, sparkling wine.

"What's the cause for celebration?"

"This," she showed him a photo of a black couple, holding a young, newly born baby and smiling proudly.

"Who is that?"

"He is one of the first guys I worked with, ex con. He was a terrible jail bird. He did some things that might have gotten him fried, had they been able to prove them. But he went straight. I mean, you see those huge arms? But he had never picked up a book. He had to start in the third grade. But he was determined. And now, he is living on a little farm near Atlanta, and that is his second born."

"What's he doing?"

"Oh, he is a pastor. For like five years now."

"No shit!"

"Definitely."

"Karen, did you never have any serious situations, with brothers though, like trying to stick you up or something?"

"The couple of times my stuff got stolen, the school kids always managed to get it back quickly. They liked me. I mean, hell, some kids there are under privileged, come from broken homes and criminal environments, but that is not just an inner city problem. I also had the same problems growing up..."

"What?" William interrupted her, fixing his dark eyes on her as his lips cracked into a challenging smile. "Like, you felt bad coz your mom wouldn't buy you the Barbie you wanted for Christmas?"

"Not all white people are rich. I grew up in Oregon. We didn't have shit. I had a drinking, violent dad, who had bashed my mom, me and my two siblings."

"A violent dad ain't the biggest problem over there, having one at all is. And you could study. You cant even begin to compare. You cant feel the pain."

He fixed his eyes on her. She knew what he was asking her silently. What is your story?

She fixed her eyes on him and he saw a flash.

"There is something about me that not many people know. Can I trust you?" she looked into his eyes.

"What do you think, ma?"

She didn't say anything for a while. They drank in silence. Then she ordered a second bottle. Karen was getting all tipsy now. 

She took a deep breath and then she told him she had run away from home, dropping out of high school, like him, she added. Then she had graduated from being a young whore hustling the streets of Portland to a stripper. She stripped in bars every night and continued regularly turning tricks. She took drugs and eventually started selling to other strippers and whores and supplying her tricks too. Then she had taken over and run a strip club, where whoring went on behind closed doors. And she was pimping, dealing large amounts of drugs under the table, and taking loads too. Not only that, but she had even bribed or blackmailed cops and politicians. 

"And they didn't do you, the guys you were messing with?"

"Oh, a couple of times, somebody shot holes into my whore house but I wasn't hit. I had a little pistol and pepper spray at hand. But I wasn't involved with violence directly, but yunno, maybe someone was causing me trouble, or trying to compete. Like opening up shop in my area, or hustling on streets close by. Or they wouldn't wanna pay up. I had people who handled those problems for me. I know the power that you guys feel when you are rolling. I felt it too. People were scared of me, eager to please me, though I was just a criminal minded whore. My family disowned me. Decent folk avoided me. But I didn't give a fuck back then. I was the queen of sleaze. Taking drugs, selling, pimping, whoring. Thinking only about getting the money, no matter how. Breaking the law and enjoying it." She said it matter of fact, not with pride or regret. He could feel she was telling the truth. He began to like her and trust her.

"Man! Karen! WTF! Ha ha ha! That's gangster shit! Ha ha ha!" He patted her shoulder. "How the hell did you get out? Jail?"

"Me? Are you kidding. I would have taken so many people with me, they could not arrest me. But I was gonna end up getting whacked, sure as hell, if I didn't OD first. When I think back, I wonder how I even survived that long, for those were bad guys. Then I met my savior. My guarding angel. There was this customer I had. He wasn't the usual trick. He was a history professor, old guy..."

"Shit! And you had to fuck an old, wrinkled man!!!"

"No. He didn't want sex. He wanted to talk. Some of them do. The lonely ones. He used to just drop by, book me, talk to me for hours and then pay and tip generously. He was my best customer and he never slept with me. What I liked was that he took me seriously, not like some cheap whore. He took me as an intelligent woman and encouraged me to talk back. I started reading books so I could converse and argue points with him. He was impressed, and I felt proud, that I could read books and understand and hold my own against a professor." 

"One day, he said he wanted me to get out, go back to finish high school and study. I said I didn't have the money. I mean, I was making loads of money and spending it pretty fast on fancy bullshit. Yunno how it goes. He said he would pay for it. He went and opened an account, an educational fund for me. I quit whoring, pimping and doing and selling drugs. That was the best thing that ever happened to me."

"And the stripping?"

"You are very attentive," she laughed. "No I continued that, it paid better than waiting tables. But I didn't turn tricks or do drugs."

"Damn! I wish I had been in Portland back then." He laughed dirtily. 

"What would I have done with you? You were still in diapers. Ha ha ha!" she took a deep swig of beer. "The point is everybody deserves a chance. And all it takes is one person who believes in you and is prepared to walk a mile besides you. I will walk besides you William. If you will let me. Stay away from Big Mo."

"You know?" she nodded. "How come you didn't say anything?"

"You will tell me when you are ready. I have been like a mom, but I think its time to let you walk."

"Thanks," he said with a deeply emotional voice.

Karen knew that the guys couldn't just get out of it, just like that. And hell, sticking a young man in with hardened criminals and expecting him to come out and become a responsible member of society was kind of far fetched, really. She knew of gangs on the outside that had been formed in jail. However, if someone was determined enough, they could get out, and start all over again.

Karen realized suddenly, that she had never wanted a guy to succeed and go straight as much as she did William.

She reached out and stroked his cheek. 

"William. Why is Big Mo seeing you?" William jumped as if slapped.

"What?"

"I told you I have eyes and ears in your Hood."

"Big Mo is not a convicted felon or a proven criminal."

"Don't bullshit me!" she snapped coldly and surprised him by pinching his cheek hard. He gasped and for a second, his eyes went red with anger. Then he exhaled.

"Listen, he just wants to kick it. He is like a big brother for me. I told him I am not rolling ever again. I only meet him like once a week, for thirty minutes."

"Is that so?"

"You have people watching me all over. Did you ever hear I was rolling again?"

"What do you mean he is like a big brother for you? Tell me.."

William told her about Mo sending him back to school and offering to pay his tuition. He left everything else out, like the fact that Big Mo said if he would not meet him, he would do something to Karen, something nasty, and that he had the power to do so.

"And listen Karen I messed up with a lot of people way back. If people knew I wasn't in the gang anymore, I would be dead meat. Mo is keeping me alive, or people's fear of him."

"I know such stories. Why Don't you move elsewhere. To another part of the city where no one knows you."

"I wanna finish college and then move away from here, somewhere far, far away. Maybe out of this country."

"Oh..." Karen sighed. They exchanged a look, as they both realized she felt something for him. He reached out and stroked her cheek tenderly. She purred and rubbed it into his big, gentle palm. Then she took his big hand in both of hers and squeezed it, affectionately. 

But her eyes became serious and hard.

"William, this is not about rules, law enforcement officials, court, jail or any of that. This about the most precious thing you have, your life. Your future. You know if you slip up badly, I will have to toss you back in, much as I am fond of you." 

He could tell she meant it. He saw affection and solid resolve in her eyes. 

It reminded him of his mom's eyes when she said, "I love you my son, but if you sell poison on the street, you are out on your own. This is not a threat but a promise."

"I wont roll again." He said honestly. He had no intention of gang banging or dealing. But how could he escape Mo unless he left town. And would Mo not keep on raising the pressure, and giving him more money? 

Suddenly, William found himself hoping that Big Mo would get popped, before the time came. Hopefully. Maybe he would have to do it.

"You have my full loyalty, Karen. Believe me, ma!" 

Karen was surprised when she saw concern for her in his eyes. Concern and affection. 

She reached out and stroked the back of his hand. They both looked down at her dainty, manicured white hand on his big, black one. A shiver went through both of them. They smiled at each other and then rapidly averted their eyes. She stroked the back of his hand, brushing his hard knuckles lightly. Then she went up his arm, stroking his soft, silky skin.

"I love the texture of your skin. Its like silk." She rasped.

"Your touch is making me shiver all over," he rasped.

William felt his cock stirring in his pants as he gazed at her from the corners of his eyes. And she felt her nipples stiffen and her pussy start to sizzle.

They looked into each other's eyes and both sighed. Their dreamy, aroused eyes remained locked as their faces melted into smiles, filled with joy and lust.

No words passed, but it was the first time, in the six months they had known each other, that both openly acknowledged the sexual tension that was always simmering between them. And it had started bubbling and boiling away due to their steamy conversations with the other girls. And their night together.

"Eh, ah..." she purred, stroking her hair out of her face.

"Um..." he responded, stroking his shaved head.

"Eh. What's your story? William. I told you mine. How did you become a gangster?"

William had told her and the girls, some things from his past, but never the full story. She didn't put pressure on William to talk. He sipped half his beer and smoked a cigarette in silence. Then he turned to her, fixed his dark, intelligent eyes on her and said,

"All right, you were honest with me. So I will be honest with you."

"Hi hi hi. Talk to me..."

He could tell she was getting excited, all eager to hear about his life of crime. Oh well, it was a story he had never actually sat down and told anyone.

He told her most of what had transpired in his life, before parole.

Chapter 11

The place was almost deserted as he finished his narration.

"Oh, I see, that was very stupid. And senseless. Oh well," Karen sighed. She had heard such stories so many times. "But I liked the way you told it. Have you seen anything of Nathalie or Manuela?"

"No. But Nathalie is a lawyer now. Married to a good brother, and she has two kids. Manuela also has a family in Atlanta now. She managed to turn her back on gangsters I went to apologize to Yello's mom the other day. I never felt so bad in my life. But she was cool. She held me to her bosom and i cried like a baby, for ages. Then she said, "Make sure you learned your lesson.""

"Ooohhhh!" Karen purred, and stroked his hand. 

"When you are on drugs and high off your ego and power, you don't reflect. We thought we could do anything, to anyone. And get away."

"Listen, I thought I might ask you if you would be interested in coming to our anti gang project and maybe saying something to the kids. Would you?"

"Like what?"

"Yunno, get out of gangs."

"Why?"

"You tell me, William. Why should kids get out gangs?"

"Coz the white man will lock them up or they will end up dead."

"That the only reasons?"

"Uh huh!"

"You joking, right?"

"Look, just tell me what you want me to say, and I will say it."

"It doesn't work like that. It has to come from the heart or they will not feel it." She suddenly looked at him sharply. "What's the matter?"

He sipped his beer in silence for a while, then he said, 

"In jail, I done a lot of reading, political stuff, to understand the world of a black man in the Hood. The government fucked us over. The White Man. Is that what you want me to tell the kids, that the government is the biggest criminal institution in the country. Don't commit a stupid, senseless crime, and never commit a crime where you can easily get caught?" 

"Is that all you have learned?"

"From you, I learned that its good to have someone who believes in you. Thanks ma. I will never let you down."

"I agree with some of what you are saying. But now, think about this. If you had a son or young brother, would you want him to ride? Roll with a crew and deal?"

"Nope."

"Do you wanna ride and roll again?"

"Nope. Drugs and gangs destroy us as a people. We Don't have too many chances, but drugs and gangs fuck up even what little we have."

"Tell them about that. And the pain, the fear and the death trap behind all that glamorized, hip hop gangster rap shit," she said. "Just try and keep it simple. And none controversial."

"All right. Lets go. I need to be at college early tomorrow."

Chapter 12

He stood up, indicated for Karen to remain seated and walked around the table to her. He took her hand and helped her out of her chair, gazing at her. Something about his look seemed to make her blush and smile. They were both a little drunk, after almost two bottles of sprakling wine. Her big, blue-brown eyes were twinkling, and her face was all radiant. She had combed her blond hair back, and her pretty, wide, oval face was lightly and neatly made up. Her full, pouting lips were a glossy, ruby red. 

It was a hot, summer evening and Karen was dressed in a short, thin, sleeveless, halter dress. It was cream colored, with blue, red and purple flowers printed all over. She looked so alluring and feminine it it. The deep front showed off the top of her proud, medium sized, nice, firm mounds, that were cupped in a lace push up. The thin soft, silky dress clung sexily to her fine, feminine figure, outlining her curvy, feminine figure. She was so finely shaped, with her round cleavage, kind of tapering waist, and her wide, curvy hips. The short hem was riding about halfway down her strong, but juicy thighs. She had a sexy stripper's legs, he thought, remembering the story of her life, she had told him. He wondered if she still had the moves. He got horny, as he wished he could have been there, to see her on stage. But he felt sad, remembering that she had had to run away from home, and turn tricks as a young woman. 

He wished he had been there to protect her from her abusive dad and the man that used her till she became hard and cold and walked a path of crime and sleaze, till she met her savior. As she tottered on her high heels, from the wine, no doubt, he gladly reached out for her. He slid a powerful, helping, protective arm around her back and settled his big hand on her soft, curvy, powerful hip. 

"Thanks, daddy!" she purred and for a second, she stroked his belly through his thin shirt.

She leaned into him and he pulled her closer as they made for the door.

Karen looked at their reflection in a wall mirror and felt tingly all over. Of course, she was used to the young ex cons she worked with generally having muscular, strong, virile bodies. And they had been several of these former gangsters that had sex appeal. But never had she allowed herself to get as close to them as she was with William.

The thing was, the young man had just been growing on her slowly. She knew she was too old for him, and it would do for her to have anything kinky going on with a parole, when she was his PO. But for a second, her drunk mind allowed her fantasy to reign free. 

She stopped, as if to raise and fix her shoe, whilst gazing at their reflection. He had left his jacket in her car, and the handsome, dark skinned, athletic, young black man was looking hot, in a short sleeved shirt, tucked into a pair of longs, around his slim waist. She liked big, strong, handsome, broad shouldered black man, from an aesthetic point of view. William was hardly taller than her really, but she just liked his physique. His handsome, dark face, his deep, dark eyes and his body... She suddenly found herself thinking he would fit perfectly, on top of her, in his arms and inside her, probably. Mmmm. And she knew his powerful arms could toss her around, flip her and twist her this and that way, if he wanted to. And his powerful thighs and hips...


Her skin got all prickly and her nipples hardened so much. She could see them poking out through her thin dress, despite her push up. She suddenly realized he was looking right back into her eyes in the mirror, and she was just standing there on one foot, leaning into him, as she held up her other foot but did not do anything.




Encomium/Gangster Fairy Tale 02



"You all right, ma?" he teased, smiling, but his voice was deep, dark, husky and so sexy, causing her to shiver lightly.

"Yep. Just a bit cold."

"Me too," he lied, to explain his shivers. "And I am kind of drunk."

"Me too, hon. Me too."

His arm tightened around her, and she leaned her soft body heavily into his as they walked out.

They made it to her car. She could not drive in her state and neither could he. She called two taxis. They leaned against her truck, their arms touching.

"Thanks Karen, for being there for me. I appreciate, ma.." he said softly.

"My pleasure daddy." She purred.

They looked at each other, their eyes shining in the pale light. It was like time stood still.

His heart nearly jumped into his mouth as he decided to do what his body and soul wanted. It was such a powerful urge, he just could not resist it. He slid his arm back around her waist and she sighed. He pulled gently and she came into his arms.

Karen hoped she hadn't made it seem to fast, for she was having to fight a strong impulse to jump on him.

"I am drunk!" she chuckled softly, as if to excuse herself as she molded her soft, mature body into his and started stroking his powerful chest, exploring him under the shirt.

"Me too, Karen I am so drunk I don't even know what the fuck I am doing."

"Yes. Me too..." she said eagerly.

The black man slid both arms around her, leaning back in her car. They tightened around her, strong, powerful, yet warm arms. Then his big hands were stroking and sliding up and down her back, making her shiver. She pressed into him, softly grinding her breasts into his hard chest, as her hands ran up and down his upper arms. One big hand cupped her round ass softly and caressed her tenderly, exploring her.

"You have such a gorgeous ass, Karen. I have been fantasizing of that ass and thongs since the day I first saw you..."

"You are naughty. I am too old for you. We should find you something young and pretty."

"How about mature, hot, beautiful and adorable."

"Flatterer ... Mmmmm!" she slid her hands under his shorts sleeves as both his hands now cupped her cheeks and started squeezing. Karen gasped softly and burrowed her face into his powerful neck. He was causing her hips to roll around softly, brushing her crotch into a thick, hot bundle under his pants. Karen felt herself go woozy. She parted her legs and pressed her thighs into his, feeling his thick bundle lodge between her thighs, pressing into her sizzling, excited, itchy pussy. 

William groaned softly and pulled her into his hard meat, grinding into her, finding the rhythm of her rolling hips and joining it. Her fingers dug into the flesh of his arms and he felt her go all soft. Then she was kissing his neck, tentatively, softly, nibbling a bit, licking a bit. He smiled. She wanted him, just as much as he wanted her. He was relieved. He had been so scared of really going for it, and risking offending her, or putting her in an embarrassing situation.

Karen caught herself, even as the taste of his skin and his manly smell, touched up lightly by his rich deodorant, drove her mad with lust. She looked into his eyes and rasped.

"We shouldn't be doing this..." even as her ass cheeks rolled and clenched in his big, powerful hands.

"I know..."

He leaned towards her and stopped, just a half inch from her lips. She sighed, parted her lips and came to meet him. Their lips met in a soft, gentle kiss. Her soft tongue licked and traced his lips as his tongue did the same to her. Then, lower lips joined, their gazed into each other's hissing eyes as their tongues twirled around each other. They shivered, gasping hot breath at each other. Then Karen retreated, pulling his tongue after hers, into her mouth. It was like a trap. The moment her was in her mouth, the mature white woman moaned and clamped her hungry, sucking lips around him. Then she was moaning away and devouring his tongue hungrily. He shoved his thick, hot wet tongue deep inside and started exploring her as she sucked and chewed it ravenously.

William pushed her onto the car and grabbed one leg to pull it up. Then he was grinding his cock into her cunt, pulling up her dress and grabbing her ass and squeezing. He didn't notice when she pushed his shirt up and wrapped an arm around him, to shove a hand under his pants and grab his ass as the other went straight for his chest, to grab and squeeze his young hard flesh feverishly. They dry humped and kissed passionately, like horny, frenzied beasts. He pushed his cock hard against her squelchy cunt and she threw her head back against the truck and moaned sharply, her body shuddering. Then she dove back at his tongue. William thought. "Fuck it and grabbed both her legs, raising them, holding her up against the car. He cupped both her cheeks and she wrapped her strong, long legs around him as she ground lustily against his cock into him.

She didn't care that she was in an open place with her parole, and he had her dress around her hips and he was holding her ass in his hands and grinding his cock into her. Some guy could just call the cops and this would make a scandal. She would get in shit. And some vindictive journalist might even put out the story. Hell, she could even lose her job as PO. 

But Karen didn't care. She was in the throes of an all encompassing, overwhelming, searing hot lust. For a second, she felt a strong urge to rip his pants open, grab his cock, just pull her thong to the side and take him deep inside her hole. She wanted to fuck him right there and then. 

She didn't do it though. But the thought had her going wild and she grabbed the back of his neck and yanked his face to hers, kissing him madly as she ground her cunt feverishly into his cock. 

Her orgasm took them both by surprise. Suddenly, Karen was throwing her head back and banging herself against the car as her pussy and her head exploded. He grabbed her ass even tighter and ground his cock against her palpitating, wet, hot cunt and then his balls simply exploded, causing him to jerk and spasm as he came in his pants.

"Oh fuck!" he rasped into her lips. She purred and sucked his tongue in. 

The hooting of a car ripped them back to life. They chuckled and Karen lowered her feet to the ground and leaned back, rasping and trembling.

"I wanna come home with you..." he rasped.

"I wanna take you home too, honey. I do. But you know we shouldn't."

"Fuck that."

"No. Please, don't torture me. I really want you honey..." she kissed him passionately. "I really do. But listen, lets get this parole shit finished. Then we will see. If you still want my old, divorced ass, talk to me then. I ain't going nowhere."

"All right. Give me your panties."

"What!"

"The thongs baby..." he surprised her as she sank on a knee and reached under her dress to hook his thumbs into the waistband of her thongs. He started pulling them down. They were so wet the remained stuck to her sticky, dripping cunt for a short second and then tore off her skin like they had been glued to her. She squealed and giggled as she tried to stop him, but he had them off in a second. She shivered as she felt the cool air on her steamy pussy. 

"Give them back! You gangster. Gimme my panties back!" she wailed playfully. "I will tell the cops that this black man stole my panties."

"I have been wanting your panties since the day I first saw that ass and thongs."

"I am too old for you William."

"Maybe you right. Lemme see if that pussy taste old."

"No!" she gasped as he grabbed her hips, pushed her against the car, forced her thighs apart and then his head disappeared under her dress. Then she felt his hot mouth on her pussy. He held her hips in his big hands and she felt his thick, wet tongue swipe her lightly, all the way from the bottom of her puffed up, sticky, dripping slit to her itchy clit.

"AH hhhhhh! Stop it Will! Please!" she moaned hoarsely, like she did not mean it at all.

"Mmmm. You taste so good baby!" he heard him rasp. 

Then he went for her vulva. She kept the sides and lips shaved and so his soft mouth met her soft, smooth skin. She shuddered as he engulfed one side of her pussy and suckled on it gently, lightly grazing it with his teeth, causing her hips to spasm. He smeared his soft, wet lips into her flesh and she heard them smacking wetly. He teased her, lapping her and sucking her soft flesh, inching closer to her itching slit. She started to shudder in anticipation, when his mouth finally got right where she wanted it, on her pussy. But he skipped over her pussy mouth and ate the other side of the vulva, sucking, nibbling and slurping.

She wanted to stop him. Someone might see and call the cops. And it wasn't right. But she felt as if mesmerized and drugged with joy and pleasure.

He was good. She loved what his mouth was doing to her, driving her insane, making her shudder and open her thighs wider. 

William made her gasp sharply as his mouth suddenly seemed to slap wetly into her cunt. He engulfed her entire pussy and kissed it loudly, wetly. She hissed like a snake and dug her digits into his scalp, shaking and bouncing on her feet like she had ants with sharp teeth in her pants and shoes.

"Ohhh!" he groaned and she felt him give her pussy soft, deep, wet kisses like a mouth. 

Fittingly, his thick tongue was worked into her hole and her hungry tunnel sucked it in. He probed around her wet, sticky, opening, rolling his his tongue around, making her pussy sizzle. She hissed and gasped and then slapped her hands around his head. 

His kiss was so hungry and yet so tender. She started stroking his head affectionately as she arched her back and tilted her pelvis so she could better feed him her overjoyed pussy. He worked his tongue deeper and deeper into her hole, pausing to suck and slurp loudly and swallow, groaning with relish. She was so wet she could feel copious juices pouring down her excited tunnel, into his hungry mouth, making him groan deeply swallow her. She felt so exhilarated, feeding him the juices of her womanhood.

"Oh fuck William. I am loving it baby..." she pulled her dress off his face and held it up with her left as she held the back of his head with her right. 

She loved it; it was such an arousing sight. The park was lit by soft fluorescent lights. His face looked pitch black, between her thighs that were milky pale in the light. The whites of his eyes were shining. His head was rolling and bobbing, his face was moving between her thighs, and sometimes she caught the light gleaming off his lower face, which was all shiny from her juices. It was so sexy.

"Spread your pussy for me Karen. Spread it and feed me honey..." he rasped. 

From the edge of her vision, she saw a cab pull up a few cars away. It was on the other side of her truck, so she didn't panic.

"The cab is here."

"Then lemme finish you off fast. I'm gonna make that pussy cum. Spread it and feed me... Shit that pussy looks so white! Want me to eat up this white pussy!"

"Yes, eat it up. Devour my fucking cunt! Get it!" Karen was surprised by the dirty words that she hissed sharply.

"mmmm! Ohhh!"

Karen rasped and pulled her dress up to right under her breasts. She trapped it between her back and car, then she reached down and spread her pussy with her right hand, parting her lips wide, as her left cupped the back of his head and pulled him into her itchy, expectant cunt. Her thighs parted wider and her hips started rolling. She stroked his scalp. He started bobbing his head, fucking her fuck hole with his long, thick, hot, slippery tongue.

"Ahhhhh!!!!" she groaned deep in her chest, now fucking his tongue to the rhythm of his bobs, winding sensuously. "You should stop it Will. Ahhh. Yessssss! Sssssssss! Ah!!!! Sssssssss!"

He bore deeper and deeper into the dripping, soft, sticky, fleshy folds her cunt, bobbing and slurping feverishly and she started rolling her hips and humping his tongue, lips and chin and rubbing her itchy clit into his big, soft nose. It was so incensing.

She heard him groan deeply and he smeared his lips into her engorged vagina, and started chewing and munching away softly, and stroking the lips and mouth of her pussy with his tongue. Karen jerked sporadically and threw her head back on the car. 

The driver climbed out of the cab. He was on the other side to her truck, so he could see her head, but not William, or what he was doing to her pussy. Then she felt the young man work two digits into her pussy. He started licking around her clit in circles as he finger fucked her in a smooth rhythm, twisting and rolling his digits inside her hole and it was so incensing. 

"Excuse me ma'am. You called a cab?" the driver's voice split the night. Karen jumped and looked at him. He was watching her, about three car lengths away.

"Yes. I will just be a second. I am cuming soon..." she said in a soft yell... "Just keep the meter running."

"Then cum bitch! DO it now!" she heard William him chuckle from between her thighs. 

Then he snaked his tongue around her bursting clit. 

"Fuck!!!" she groaned and grabbed his head in both hands. "Yesssss!!! Lick my clit Will. Lick my fucking clit!" she hissed angrily.

William lapped her clit fast, his wet tongue making clicking sounds as he pumped and twisted his digits away. Karen leaned back against the car, hooked her hands behind the back of his head and pulled him hard against her clit.

"Catch it between your lips and suck as hard as you can. Suck it off me!" she growled in a frenzied whisper. 

He wrapped his lush, soft lips around her clit and sucked it hard, flicking it vigorously with the tip of his tongue. Meanwhile he hooked his digits and started rubbing the hardened, rough spot on the roof of her pussy. He heard her breath in deeply, loudly, and hold it in as her body went all tense. Then she exhaled, went all soft, only to breath in again suddenly, and tense up all over again.

She did it five times, then she just remained stiff, groaning through her clenched teeth. 

"Ahhhhhhh!!! I'm cuming baby. All over your fucking face!!!! I'm gonna drench that handsome face... I'm gonna... Ahhhhh!!!!! Ssssssss! AH!!!!!"

The intensity with which she came shocked her. She was suddenly just shuddering and jerking, cuming so hard she felt sharp pangs, almost like pain in her tense belly muscles. But her pussy was popping and contracting around her tongue, as fireworks exploded, starting in her hole and clit. She threw herself back against the car and writhes and shuddered.

It finally took all her effort to push him away for he seemed like he would have just eaten her pussy for ages. She staggered off and made her way to the cab without a word.

Chapter 13

On her way home, Karen did her best to try and feel guilty about what she had let happen between herself and her parole. But all she felt was joy, and happiness, and hope. She knew William was not just physically attracted to her. She had seen the affection and tenderness in his eyes. And she knew she wanted more than just sex with him. But she definitely wanted sex. In a big way.

When she got to her house, she did not even think of her ex husband. She poured herself a glass of wine and walked to her bedroom. She reached under her pillow for her dildo and giggled as she remembered the embarrassing moment when William had found it. She switched on the glass dildo and it started purring. 

Karen was feeling wild and raunchy. William had that effect on her. She had been with her ex husband for five years before she got the courage to tell him that she loved her clit rubbed hard and sucked hard, but she had told William that immediately. And she had never been one to dirty talk during sex before. And they had never made out in an open place, she and Bryce. But she had not felt any shame, before or afterwards.

All she felt was arousal. Karen sat on the edge of her bed, one foot on the floor, the other on the bed, knee raised. She pulled her dress up around her waist and giggled softly as she saw her bared pussy. It was wet and puffed up. She pushed her hips out so that her pussy was facing the mirror directly. Then she brought the dildo to her mouth and sucked it, tasting her pussy juices from her lasts session. She started imagining sucking off William's big cock that she had felt in his pants. The idea of holding his black cock in her pale palms and worshiping it with her hands and mouth thrilled her so.

Back in her bad girl days, she had impressed her tricks and lovers with her hand job and cock sucking skills. She had never done a black man though. And the thought made her curious, and aroused. 

She slowly fed the slick dildo in and started rolling it around her pussy mouth.

Karen gazed at her reflection, getting so horny from watching herself fuck herself. She soon had her dress pulled off her tits and was tweaking and pulling and squeezing them as she rolled her hips and fucked her pussy.

She started fantasizing of fucking William, that it was his cock churning away in her pussy. 

The orgasm was as hard as it was shattering.

Karen fell back and stiffened, burying the dildo up in her hole. She held her breath in, face twisted in a grimace, her hips rocked by sharp spasms that would come suddenly, in twos and threes, and force a deep, animal groan from her clenched throat.

Finally, she exhaled and went all soft. She pulled the dildo out of her pussy and brought it to her mouth. Then she sucked it slowly, moaning and relishing the taste of her pussy, as she gazed in the mirror.

Chapter 14

William's taxi arrived. For a second, William thought of driving after her; he was pretty sure if he turned up at her house, she would not send him away. For he was pretty sure she wanted to fuck him, just as much as he wanted to fuck her. His nostrils were filled with the scent of her pussy and he kept licking his lips and cheeks even chin, just to get another taste. And his cock was rock hard. 

But he didn't go after her. He did not want to force himself upon her. And he did not want to make her do anything she did not want.

William arrived home in an agitated state of arousal. He knew he would be needing the tissues and the oil that night.

Chapter 15

William was in college two days later when when Karen called him at college, sounding very scared. He immediately drove over to her place after class. She told him Bryce had popped around in the night, drunk as hell and he was calling her a nigger whore. 


"For the first time since this thing started, I was really scared," she whispered, holding on tightly to him as they sat on her living room couch. She was mortally scared.

"Calm down. What did he do?"

"He was high out of his mind, and reeking of liquor. And he was so bitter and so filled with hate. He was saying that I sent some black guy to threaten him, but he was no pushover. Said if I didn't sell the house and give him his half of it by the end of the month I was dead. And then he showed me a gun. Said I was lucky he had a soft spot for me or I would be dead. But don't push him. Can you believe?"

"Why didn't you call the cops?"

"He was high. And I am sure the gun Isn't licensed. He has two suspended sentences. One more and he is going to jail." Then she started sobbing. "Then he smashed some furniture, My grand ma's porcelain..." she sobbed. "He knew I valued it. How could he?"

he stroked her shoulder as she sobbed. When she calmed down, he asked her,

"SO, he comes in here with a gun, threatening to kill you, and you wont call the cops."

"if he does it again, I will have to. This is getting scary."

"Maybe next time he comes again, he will be here to kill you. Or he might send someone else.

"No. He was just high. He was bluffing. I mean, if he does it again though, I promise you Will, I will call the cops."




Encomium/Gangster Fairy Tale 02



William nodded like he agreed. But he didn't He knew that some nasty guys were after Bryce, and he was to dumb to skip town so he needed Karen's money. The man Karen had married might not have whacked her or sent someone else to do it, but a bitter, drugged loser might. People had funny ideas and they felt like they were invincible, when on drugs. He knew from experience.

"All right, Karen, I am going to stay with you until the end of the month. Maybe if if he comes around and sees me, he might back off."

"I Don't want anything to happen here. I and you could get into some deep shit."

"Nothing will happen Karen Your ex is a former white collar guy, I am an ex gangster, a black one. Do you think your husband would be stupid enough to start some shit?"

"No, but..."

"All right, I promise I wont harm him. All right?"

"Please promise." he nodded. Then she hugged him tightly. "I am so glad you will be here, Will. We have to keep it a secret though."

"All right."

"And promise we wont sleep with each other."

"I wont do anything you Don't want me to."

"Even if I want you to, promise you wont. AT least until your parole is over."

"All right. I promise. Lemme go pick up some stuff. I love you..." he said softly, kissed her lips lightly and was gone before she could say anything.

Chapter 16

The words that had slipped out of his mouth had surprised William. Not because of their meaning, for he had known since the night of their kiss that he loved. What had surprised him was the force with which they had forced themselves out of his mouth.

William had lied when he promised that he would not fuck her even if she wanted it. Was he a fool or what? If she kept her distance, he might have to wait for her to fall into a deep sleep, so he could catch a fast wank. But if she put it on him, like let him eat her tasty pussy again, she would get it.

But that was not the only lie he had told her. 

If Bryce came around toting a gun, he would not refrain from harming him, not one bit. Karen was too weak and too good to call the cops on Bryce, so it would have to be handled differently. 

He wasn't planning on murdering Bryce, but if it was either his life or Karen's, or Bryce's, the choice was easy. He would just have to make sure that Karen realized that her ex loving husband, Bryce was beyond redemption. That was a lot to ask from a woman who made it her life's mission to help the baddest, meanest black ass gangsters of his city. rather Bryce 

William made some calls. He would be needing some things.

Chapter 17

Big Mo smiled in his car as he finished talking to Big D. It seemed like someone was planning for war. The things William had asked Big D to get were the tools of someone planning a murder.

Mo smiled. He would soon have William under his full control, and Karen could stop her anti gang projects in the Hood. And she could start helping rehabilitate paroles back into gang life, like so many of them were doing already, either due to cash or black mail.

Big Mo felt good.

Chapter 18

In another part of town, Bryce had just gotten off the phone with one of the bad guys. He had been told he would be killed slowly, having limb after limb cut off. 

Had he had money on him, he would have skipped town. But he did not even have enough cash for five hundred kilometers.

In his drugged, warped state of mind, he felt bitter at Karen, so bitter. For everythinng.

"I gave her a fair chance, didn't I? But she spurned my offer," he reasoned with himself.

he regretted that he was so broke he couldn't even ask someone else to do it. He had projected hatred on her, for always trying to play cool and calm, annoying him with her better than thou attitude, when it was all her fault, messing up his life. He was sure now the marriage had never been a good idea. She had stifled him, robbed him of his life. And failed to even give him kids that might have added any meaning to his life now. But now, he had a new reason to hate her. She was a nigger whore! Sending her nigger boyfriend around to rough him up. Sleeping with a nigger in his bed. Damn it, he had been blind all these years, due to love and trust. She had been fucking around and laughing at him behind his back. With her niggers. Those thugs and gangsters, criminals, filth. But now he would pay her back. And her nigger boyfriend would come in handy as well. He was sure nobody knew about them. She would get in shit, if it came out she was fucking with her gangster paroles. And that guy that had roughed him up had had gangster written all over him.

Bryce had been so scared then he had almost given up all hope of getting Karen's money. Then the talk of chopping limbs started and he knew he would rather keep all his limbs and have lots of money, than be buried with missing limbs, in two weeks.

He went over his plan again. It had to look like an accident. White female PO, taking drugs with gangster lover... Get into an argument, both drugged out of their minds. Bam!

Of course, everybody is shocked. Then he comes forwards as ex husband, and tells of ex wife's double life, the reason for their divorce... She was just lured, by the drugs and sex I guess. I mean, when I came home unexpected and walked into an orgy. Her and five gangsters, black men, I mean, that was the point to get out. She had just lost all sense of reality. But she was a good woman. I forgive her and I miss her."

Bryce was touched by his interview, before cameras, in the one statement he would give. It was like a 3d motion picture, he saw it in his eyes. In hid drugged up state of mind, he was certain of success.



Encomium/Gangster Fairy Tale 03



Chapter 1

William had been avoiding meeting his cousin Big D for he was not allowed to fraternize with gangsters. However, two hours after he left Karen's, Big D parked at a dark corner and William slid into the car like a shadow. They hugged and drove around a bit. William got what he wanted.

Then he drove to Karen's. Karen was very happy to see him. Her friends, Judy and Amanda were also there and would be sleeping in. Amanda asked if he had brought a gun and he said no. She rolled her eyes like WTF! But Karen said absolutely no guns. William was surprised when Judy winked at him. He knew she had a gun. Amanda too. He smiled. Bryce better not show up a while.

Judy and Amanda slept over for two nights. The three women shared Karen's large bed and he had a guest room, though Manda and Judy were saying he should join them. He was like, "If you insist!"

But Karen was like no way.

Nothing happened for the next two nights.

Judy and Amanda went away and said secretly to William that if he thought shit was going to pop off, to call.

For a week, he slept in the guest room and Karen in her room. They would hang out at night, chatting, sipping something, massaging each other's feet and shoulders, or watching something on TV. There was a strong, erotic attraction between them, but Karen did not let them get too cozy. Then she told him she was just scared Bryce might burst in and find them making love and things might get out of hand for she had a feeling he wasn't over her yet.

She said with that fear in her mind, she couldn't relax enough to make love.

He nodded.

Then Karen called him at college and told him that Bryce had called. She said he was sounding unusually calm. He had asked her if she had rethought selling the house. She had said no. Then he said,

"All right. I am leaving town. Probably wont see you for long, if ever."

"Where are you going Bryce."

"Don't worry honey. I will be just fine. I will miss you. Please forgive me."

Karen then told him that she thought he was finally starting to crawl out of his hole and maybe a change of scene would do him good and help him find himself.

William grunted in agreement, but he thought different. He got Judy and Amanda to meet him at the cars after classes.

He told them.

"What do you think?" Amanda asked nervously.

"He is going to hit her."

"How can you be sure?" Judy asked, very calmly.

William told him about sending Big D over and what had transpired

"He needs the money. Probably too broke to even skip town. There is only one month left in the week."

"If he kills her now, its not like he will have the money inside a week."

"first of all, he is on drugs. Second, Karen's will states that he gets everything. He can use that to borrow money. Someone will give it to him"

"Why haven't you told Karen She would finally open her eyes and call the cops," Manda asked.

"She wont open her eyes. She wants to save him. She sees what he was, not what he is," Judy said firmly. "We have to help her. Do you need a gun?"

"I have one. Wow! Judy. I am really surprised. I wasn't even sure getting you involved."

"oh, everybody thinks I am so sweet and soft. I grew up on a farm, picking off coyotes and thieves. And I used to hunt our meat. Had to take shots at several two footed coyotes too. Thieves. You know, with the sheriff miles away, sometimes a girl has to find very convincing arguments to convince a hot blooded man that no means no.

"Have you shot anyone?"

"Not fatally."

"You, Manda?"

"I was in the army, with full military training. I studied through the army. I was never in combat, but I know how to fire a gun."

"They untraceable?"

"Of course," Judy said. "We are not dummies."

"Who did you get them from?"

"My dad is a weapons freak. Has a secret basement full of them, unregistered, of course. Much folk do back home. He is the one who taught me to shoot. I took a few when I came up. This is a big city. You never know."

"All right. You coming over?"

"Yes. My husband will just have to look after the kids."

"Wait a minute. Shouldn't we call the cops?"

"No!" Judy and William answered in unison. William realized that just like her, if Bryce tried to kill Karen, Judy wanted to shoot him dead.

Chapter 2

Karen was surprised when Judy and Amanda turned up. Other than that, the evening went by without event.

They ate and drank wine and chatted. Karen seemed to be genuinely relieved, choosing to believe Bryce had left town. The others told her she was right.

When they wanted to turn in, Karen was surprised when Judy and Manda said they were taking what had been William's room and he would sleep in hers.

"Don't act shy now, you been all alone with him for three nights. Don't tell me you didn't use that opportunity. Don't make me have to spank that ass, white girl!"

"But why Don't you and Judy just sleep in my room, like the other night?"

"maybe we Don't wanna disturb you when we spank each other's asses."

"Say, is something going on between you two?"

"Don't worry about what's going on between us, worry about what's not going on between you two..." Judy said, kissed Karen on the lips, kissed William, lingering on his lips, and then Amanda did the same. The two women took each other's hand, interlaced their black and white fingers and climbed up the stairs. There was something intimate about them.

"Look at them. I think they are fucking!" it suddenly burst out of Karen Judy and Manda stopped at the top of the stairs, turned, looked down at the two at the bottom, smiled and then kissed languidly, deeply, a nice, wet, long, black and white girl kiss.


"If you will please excuse us," Manda said softly, her eyes all dreamy, as she cupped a big, soft breast. Judy purred and stroked Manda's big, brown ass in her short skirt.

Then they made off.

Karen felt kind of excited. She nuzzled up to William and hugged him. They kissed and stroked each other, but she noticed he was tense and not in the mood. She was kind of surprised. She had always thought he would jump at the first offer...

Still, she felt happy as she lay her head on his big chest and he stroked her hair while he read something.

Karen was holding on to him and smiling as she fell asleep. He read a bit, stroking her soft hair, enjoying the feel of her soft body on his, her face on his chest, her hot breath stroking his bare skin. He liked the way she her thigh was draped over his and the hot pussy in her silk shorts was pressing softly against his flesh. She was wet. He wanted to fuck her. He was sure Manda and Judy were fucking. But, someone had be awake and attentive, or Bryce would have too easy a job, if he did try. 

When she was deep in sleep, he went and got something from his bag and put it under a cushion on the table on his side. Then he fell asleep but left the light on.

Chapter 3

"What the fuck! You are cheating on me with a Nigger!" an outraged, anguished voice screamed waking them both up. Karen started to cringe and whimper. William blinked his eyes and said calmly

"Back off man. Its over. Bye bye. You are out of her life. Don't make me have to get up and whip your ass."

Bryce, a thickset white guy in his early forties was unkempt and reeking of alcohol. He wore a shirt and trousers that had seen better days, with an oversize, hooded sports jacket thrown over his shoulders. 

He looked like a mad man. And he was high as a kite and pissed off as hell.

"I Don't think so!" Bryce snarled, pulling out a pistol, a heavy caliber one. Karen started to scream and he pointed at her and gave her such a hateful sneer, her voice withered off. "Shut the fuck up. I hate you! You bitch! How can you hurt me like this. You cheated on me all these years, didn't you?"

"No! I didn't Look, we are dressed, Bryce!" Karen said, pleading. "Weren't you supposed to leave town honey?"

"Thought you would get rid of me that easily, huh. And cheat me of whats mine!"

"Listen Bryce, lets talk about this when we are sober. Just put the gun away honey."

"Are you crazy? I came to finally finish it all off. I was gonna make it look like a break in. Only now there will be two bodies. How about, the two of you were taking cocaine, then you got into an argument and bam!"

"They wont find any cocaine in our blood, dummy!" William responded.

"Fuck! Thanks mate. Very nice of you. Are you serious, that you didn't fuck?"

"Yes Bryce. We are not lovers. I was just scared..."

"And this Nigger is gonna help you? Fuck, I was you, Karen, I would be real scared too. Coz you know what? He breaks in, you wake up, grab your gun. He shoots, you shoot, both die. Ha ha ha. Ain't that neat! I have a perfect alibi too. My bags are packed. I have been visiting a friend that lives alone on a farm for three days. And never left the place."

"Someone will see you car parked outside."

"Oh no. Its down the road, a mile east, in a dark car park. I thought of everything."

"You are not really going to kill her are you?"

"Of course! She is dead. I hate that bitch! She ruined me. This mean, evil slut! Stole my life..."

"You fucked up on your own, ass hole!" Karen exploded.

"Get out of the bed! You die elsewhere." Karen screamed and he aimed at her. She started whimpering softly, bracing herself. Then he moved his gun to William.

"Get out of the bed. Don't fuck up my crime scene. Up. Get up! Or I will shoot you right there..." he cocked the hammer, his eyes murderous.

"That wont work either. They will find my hair in her bed. Plus my stuff is in the house. My fingerprints everywhere. You better try and make it like a double homicide. Like I killed her and killed myself. You have to kill her first though."

"No!!!!" Karen screamed. "Are you crazy, he will kill us..."

"Yep!" Bryce said. "You first though. But I gotta get the right angle and distance on him.. bye Karen."

William hopped that he had remembered to remove the safety. Fast as a blur, grabbed his pistol from under the cushion as he dove to the floor. Even before he landed on his knees he was taking aim. Bryce squeezed off a round hastily and hit the wall, the bullet ricocheting around the room. William gave him three to the chest. Bryce jerked and staggered, then he fell against the wall, groaning, his shirt front becoming bloody. He slid onto his ass and croaked and groaned for breath. Karen was screaming hysterically. William smacked her hard across the face and she caught herself.

"Oh Bryce. Are you all right?" she moaned and climbed to the edge of the bed, a hand over her pale, perplexed face.

"You fucking bitch! I am taking you with me..." he slowly, with all his effort and hate, tried to raise the pistol. It was rising slowly, very slowly. William passed his pistol to Karen.

"he came huh!" a scared Judy asked, standing in the door way with Amanda. Then her eyes opened wide as she saw Bryce struggling to raise his pistol, with his last strength. "Shoot him Karen." Judy immediately raised her pistol to aim at Bryce.

"I cant kill him," Karen cried.

"Then he will kill you!" William said.

Bryce almost had the pistol leveled at her.

"Shoot him Karen! Kill him!" Amanda shouted, also aiming.

"Shoot!" Judy added. "My goodness shoot!"

"Die bitch!" Bryce groaned hatefully. His brow knitted in concentration. His eyes blazed.

Then Karen screamed, closed her eyes and emptied the gun in him. Judy and Amanda fired too. The room was filled with sharp thunder and Bryce's body jerked violently as it was pierced. He closed his eyes. He bled from the corner of his mouth and his shirt front filled with blood. 

The women all screamed.

"Cut it out," William shouted, scaring them but getting them quiet. "make sure no blood touches the floor. Put some plastic under him."

Amanda was cool. Judy went to calm Karen and Manda put some pieces of cloth under Bryce. William moved fast. He went to his car and got the thick, long, black plastic bag he had bought. He had come prepared for both eventualities, either he would scare Bryce off or if it was his life or the other guy's? Damn!"

As he returned, Karen was crouching over Bryce who was now dead. 

"He wanted to kill me! He did!" she whispered sharply. In utter disbelief. "But you were planning on killing him too William"

"I was prepared for anything. And I was faster! Now its over. Get yourself together, Karen."

"Cant we call the cops. It was self defense?" Manda asked.

"Don't be stupid!" Judy sneered. "He is an ex con, that happens to shoot her ex husband dead in her bedroom, at two at night. With an unlicensed gun with the serials scratched off. They will fry his black ass." 

Karen was numb as she watched Judy and Amanda help William put her ex into the black bag. William tied it up tightly. Then they carried it to the basement and placed it on top of several plastic bags.

Then they cleaned up the crime scene, mopping up the boarded floors and collecting the shells.

Shit. Some blood got on the floor. If they search for blood and DNA. We are fucked. Better make sure they have no reason to suspect foul play."

"What shall we do with the body?" Judy asked Will.

"I have friends who will take care of that."

"Who?"

"The less you know the better. If they know its for Karen, they will black mail her. If she knows who they are, she could finger them out one day. I will take off with the body."

"But not now. A black man all alone in a SUV in the middle of the night? You will get pulled over and searched. It has to be in the day."

"Yeah. You right. He have many friends that will miss him? Get yourself together Karen."

"Not that I know of. He now hangs with low lives and is constantly moving, skipping out on rent."

"Good. Just act normal. Say you wouldn't give him money and he said he was skipping town, running from dealers." 

"Lets fix the holes in the wall. Do you have the same paint. Exactly the same?"

"Yep."

"Then go and get it. Judy and Amanda, do you his car?"

"I know it," Karen said. 

She described i to the two women and William told them to find it, drive it to some spot where he would pick it up the next day and take it to some chop shop where it would be made to disappear. They took off in Judy's car.

"This is all too much for me." Karen sobbed, as they were alone.

"Chill," he hugged the sobbing woman and then they smoked a fat joint and drank some shots. 

They plastered the wall and painted it, the entire side. It was almost five when they were finished. 

Amanda and Judy returned. Successful. He noticed that the women were excited, about being part of a crime, and Amanda and Judy thought Bryce got what he deserved. SO did he.

Judy and Amanda left at seven, after breakfast. 

Karen came and sat on his lap, hugging him, on the living room couch.

"Thanks hon. How did you know he would want to kill me."

"Simple. The house and all your money. That is motivation enough. But he was really dumb. They would have gotten him in a second. Dummy! Drugs do that to you. Make you stupid and make you believe you're smart."

"I cant believe it. Thanks." 

"I wont let anything or anyone harm you."

She reached out and stroked his cheek. He reached out and stroked hers. She purred.

"At least now I don't have to fear him barging in on us."

"Yeah, he cant stop us fucking."

Suddenly, they were kissing and falling all over each other like animals. They tongue kissed and rolled around the couch frenziedly. They ripped off their clothes and he slammed her to the carpet, pushed her legs up and rammed his dick into her. She was dripping wet. They fucked like wild animals in heat. Their passion was fiery. They were like two erupting volcanoes joining and erupting together, making the earth melt.

She came three times in a row and then he exploded deep inside her and she came again. They collapsed in a heap, after 15 minutes of strenuous, hard core through fucking. They slept on the carpet for an hour.

Chapter 4

William woke Karen up with a cup of coffee. They both got dressed and parked her car at the back, then got the body bag inside. They covered it up with some stuff, and drove off. He dropped Karen off near her work place and drove to the hood. He had it all arranged. He wiped the two weapons and tossed them in the trash. 

Then he met up with Big D and told him he had a body to incinerate. He just told him some fool tried to hold him up and got it. They took the body to the funeral parlor. Big D said they had someone to get cremated. He passed the guy ten thousand bucks. They put the body in a coffin and took it inside. The guy in charge told them to wait outside as he got rid of the body. William wanted to see it done but the guy insisted and said they could take the body with them if they expected him to let them witness him commit a serious crime.

They went out. Then he called them back in after two minutes and said William should push it in if it made him happy. He did.

Chapter 5

"You got the body in a freezer, Noah? Good. Keep it there. Make sure no one else sees it."

"Man, a white man full of bullets in my place. 50 gees Mo."

"No problem."

Chapter 6

They lay low from each other for two weeks. Then they all met at Karen's. AT first they avoided the subject. Then after dinner, they drank and smoked and talk moved to it. 

Karen informed them that nobody had inquired about Bryce with her. She asked if she should be seen to be making efforts of contacting him. They said to wait another two weeks. 

Judy and Amanda left together, quite early, for Judy broke up the meeting saying she had to go home, one of her kids was not feeling well. 

Chapter 7

As soon as the others left, Karen and William fell over each other kissing, feeling relieved, thinking they would get away with it. William started stroking Karen's pussy through her shorts as they kissed. She fucked back his hand and then begged him to stop.

She said she wanted to go out and eat something first.

They drove to a nice bar on the beach where there was a mixed race crowd. They sat in the setting sun.

Karen gazed at her young companion eying her hot body like a hot cake. She smiled over her cocktail glass. She gazed at him, in fact, she now watched him with greed and anticipation, licking her lips like a hungry cat about to pounce on a fat, juicy mouse. She liked the dark, handsome very African face, and the almost clean shaved head. He was wearing a tight, white muscle vest and beach shorts and sandals. He was of medium height, his body lean and muscular, his muscles powerful but well defined than bulging. His abs looked like they had been sculpted by an artist. 

There was something else about his body she liked, which unfortunately, his beach shorts didn't quite show. It was the nice, long, thick, black cock she had felt against her pussy the other night, when he had eaten her. Karen felt such strong urges to throw herself on her knees at his feet and suck him.

Her mouth watered and her pussy got so itchy as she imagined that she would later unpack his meat, and feast on it, feeling it grow, taking it down her throat, and driving him mad, for she loved to play with a man's meat and make him lose his mind. 

William smiled back at his PO. 

She was looking hot, her ruby red hair combed open, her face looking pretty, with the sexy, arched, trimmed brows, dark, mesmerizing blue-brown eyes and the full, pouting lips that were a glossy, alluring pink. 

His eyes roamed down her long, graceful neck, to her nice, round tits that were pushing out of her sleeveless, armless thin, transparent lace white top. Underneath he could see the cups of her white, frothy lace bra that squashed and pushed out her huge tits. The top ended above her navel, leaving her toned belly and the silver glistening, diamond studded brooch in her navel in the open. Her white, frothy, lacy thongs that were showing through her thin, short, sexy, semi transparent white skirt. He had enjoyed walking slightly behind her, with his hand on her ass the small of her back, gazing at her perfect, round butt rolling in her tight skirt, with her white thong showing sexily. Mmmm.




Encomium/Gangster Fairy Tale 03



"What you thinking of honey," Karen cooed in her rich, dark voice, as she slipped off her high heeled sandal and raised her foot to place it on his crotch under the table. She started exploring her nephews rapidly hardening, large cock as she sipped on her cocktail, "Sex on the Beach," of course.

"Sex. Fucking you." William rasped, parting his thighs and pushing his cock against her soft foot.

"Lets have another cocktail, go dancing a bit, then we will see." 

William wanted to take her home and fuck her straight away. She however had this romantic thing about her. She wanted to get into it slowly. He was like, "All right." 

After a tasty dinner, and several cocktails, they went dancing, in a hip hop club in town, which had a mixed race crowd. It was mainly black men, with black, white and Asian women, young, hot sexy motherfuckers in skimpy clothes. The whole place was smelling of testosterone and wet pussies. Karen told women they had to capture this kind of atmosphere. There were strippers on a couple of stages and waitresses were in skimpy, short skirts and transparent tops that showed off their nice, big, tits and hard nipples. William and Karen came to the conclusion that in their place they would let customers drink shots from shot glasses between the waitresses tits, and get a table or lap dance, for a fee. Hell, gangsters were freaky, so you could even get your dick sucked at your table, you and your boys.

William and Karen danced, bumping and grinding and literary fucking on the dance floor. They were feeling excited, horny, free and reckless, acting like a horny couple that had just fallen in love, kissing passionately, constantly, grabbing and fondling each other, and dry humping on the floor. 

They took a break at the bar, sipping cocktails, with William perched on a bar stool and Karen sitting on his lap, rolling her ass to the beat and grinding it into his cock, keeping him excited and hard. 

William put his arm around her and pulled her real close and tight. He slipped his big palm into her dress and she moaned as he cupped and fondled her nice, big tit, teasing the excited nipple with his thumb, so casually and it was so incensing. Karen bore her ass down on him, forcing the length of his meat into the crack between her but cheeks. She started rubbing him along her cleft and pussy slit, getting so horny. She turned around and kissed him deeply over her shoulder. He slid his hand down the front of her shorts and started stroking her pussy. She moaned into his mouth and bit his tongue and then chuckled dirtily and said, "Stop it..."

Drunk, they wobbled out of the club and took a cab back to her place. Karen surprised him as she went wild. They were kissing the backseat, and the she surprised him as she fished his cock out. She sighed as she held his fat tube. Then she started working amazing magic on him. She had him hard as a rock by the time they got home, even as she sat innocently besides him.

The moment they got in, Karen took the initiative, to his surprise. She ripped his clothes off and led him to her bar by the dick. She pured him a drink, kissed him a while, griding against his cock and then told him to sit down on a stool.

Karen wanted to drive him crazy. She would give him the blow job to blow his mind. Her mouth watered and her body shuddered at the prospect. Chapter 8

"Oh yes girl Karen! Fuck that big dick with your throat. Damn! I love that throat!" William groaned, perching on a bar stool, ass naked, as Karen knelt on the carpet, between his parted thighs, stroking his thighs as she bobbed and rolled her head, slowly, sensuously, giving him the best and hottest blow job of his life.

She damn sure knew how to make a man feel good, he thought, puffing on his joint as he gazed at her get nasty. She must have worked as a whore, he was sure. No normal girl could have such mad skills. She had an amazing, mind blowing repertoire. She started him off slow, peeling back his foreskin, and then kissing and lapping his thick meat lovingly as as she stroked him lightly. Then she flicked her tongue like a snake and teased the sensitive spot on the underside, just below the head, making loud, soft clicks with her cat like, wet tongue. 

He had to squirm and groan on the stool as he exhaled thick clouds of smoke like a dragon.

"Oh fuck! That's it baby!"

"Yeah honey! Lemme make this big ass dick feel good." she rasped huskily and spat on his cock like she hated it. Then she rubbed it in with her hand, making it slick.

She spit on her palms to make them real wet and then grab his cock like a bat and started pumping it up and down, rolling and twisting her hands sideways. Her dark eyes were narrowed to hypnotizing dark, smoldering slits, gazing into his, making him drown as she draped her lips over his gleaming head and vacuumed him into her hot, wet oral cavern and moaned deep in her throat. She sucked his head real hard and pulled back, making him stretch like his dick was a long, dark strip of elastic. As she pumped his cock and sucked and teased the head, his shaft filled up with with blood and grew so fat and rigid. He almost couldn't believe that he was gazing at his cock. He had never know it could get that large. It was almost like a baseball bat. A big, fat meaty bat, that was gleaming darkly in her saliva. 

Dropping one hand to wrap her thumb and index around his big nut sack and stroke and pull it, she kept the other one pumping his towering cock as she wrapped her mouth around him like a juicy, hot, tight pussy, and sucked him nice and slow. She was bobbing slowly, sensuously, groaning with relish, taking him all the way to the back of her mouth, as she slurped wetly. Her hand pumped and twisted to the rhythm of her bobbing head, and it was beautiful. He mouth was drooling copiously, her hot spit making his shaft and big, fat balls all wet. She was so skilled, sucking him gently on her way down, her tongue stroking the underside of his cock till she had him at the back of her mouth. Then she would go up, sucking him hard and making loud sounds in her mouth. 


He loved it. He leaned back against the bar, planting his powerful legs firmly on the floor and then he cupped the back of her head, stroking her soft, fine hair as he helped by pumping and rolling his hips, stuffing that cock into her pretty mouth. It seemed like his cock was a drug and it was making her high. Her eyes got all feverish and her face became intense, like she was going through a lot, physically and mentally.

She pulled her lips off his cock with a loud, wet pop and stroked it, gasping and heaving for breath, her face looking like she had just taken a hit of a strong, potent drug.

"Oh fuck! Fuck! That's a nice fucking cock! I am glad we have it in the family. Such a nice strong, big, fucking black dick!" 

She spat on it, spread her frothy spit around his big, fat dark, silky dick head with her thumb, making him shiver and twitch. Then she started getting freaky, bomb diving at his cock, clamping her lips so tightly around him, sucking it with all her might and then pulling her lips off him with loud, wet smacks, again and again and again. 

"Fuck!" he groaned as he went wild. He got so freaky he grabbed his cock like a whip, "Stick that tongue out. You been a bad girl, gotta spank you, and thank you, for this head clinic."

She moaned and shuddered and she stuck her tongue out to let him whip it with his meat, sending spit flying. Then he started shoving his cock in and popping it out of her mouth.

"Fuck! That's it! You so nasty. I love that freaky shit! Lemme get them balls for a second. Those fat, dark black balls."

She pushed his cock against his belly and stroked it as she spat on his fat, dangling balls sack. Then she dove in, spreading his spit around with her drooling lips and agile tongue. She impressed him, stroking and massaging him balls and then sucking on them and devouring them hungrily. They were too large to both fit in, so she worked them one by one and he loved it, groaning deep in his chest and stroking her head lovingly. She kept his dick hard, rolling one hand around his fat head like she was turning a doorknob as her other hand stroked his balls and held them up to her hungry, drooling, soft mouth.

"Fuck! That's amazing. But you missed a spot."

"You nasty," she chuckled dirtily, then she dipped lower, and started lapping his crack, smearing her wet, hot, silky tongue right in the sensitive spot between his balls and puckered dark hole. He groaned and raised his thighs to give her access. She licked around his hole, coming closer and closer. Then she lapped it softly. He groaned deep in his chest. Then she kissed his hole, again and again, her lips getting firmer, and hungrier, till she simply smeared them into him and sucked, lapping his hole like a cat and groaning.

"Oh fuck! That's it! That's my shit!"

"Fu-u-u-uck!" she groaned, leaning back. Black guys really bring out the freak in me. I think I wanna introduce you to my throat."

She took him back in her mouth and started sucking him feverishly, madly, stroking his dick hard with both her slick, twisting, skilled hands as she bobbed and sucked away, grunting frenziedly. She would throw her head at him giving a deep, prolonged animal groan from deep in her chest, keep him in there for a second, then pull back and hurl her mouth at him again. The saliva seemed to just pour out of her mouth like water now. His cock, balls and even his inner thighs were wet. And so was her shirt front, it was so wet it was plastered to her and her thick nipples were poking out like thumbs.

He started groaning and squirming, gazing at her with wide open eyes like "Phukkkk!!!"

He had known Karen used to be a slut, but had never imagined she had it in her this bad, all this bad ass freaky shit!

Then it got even better! Gazing at him seductively, she kept him in the back of her mouth and started rolling her head and bearing down on him. Bobbing firmly, she slowly worked his thick, hard, but spongy shaft into her throat. Once she got the fat head in, she started bobbing determinedly, fucking more of his meat in. Saliva and mucus poured out of her gaping mouth but they both didn't care about the puddle forming on the cushion and wooden floor. 

Karen started stroking his big, dark, powerful thighs as she fucked his hard, thick, turgid cock deep in her constricting throat.

"Ughhhhhhh! Mmmm! Uggghhhhhh!" Karen moaned and gurgled around the delicious, throbbing young man meat of her husband's nephew as she bobbed her pretty, oval shaped face and wagged her fine round ass. She was on her knees, ass pushed out, her arms resting on William's powerful thighs as she stroked his big, dangling, jet back balls and fucked him with her throat.

His dick stood out like a huge tower now. Karen smiled naughtily around his dick for a second. Then she got all feverish, pulled back, took a deep breath and plunged all the way down. Her nose shoved into his pubes and she had all his dick inside. She gobbled like a turkey and rolled her head, grinding him in feverishly, as her hands grabbed at his ass cheeks, pulling, like she wanted even more dick. He went wild, grabbed the back of her head and shoved her onto his cock with all his might as he ground it fiercely into her, keeping his dick in her till he was sure she would choke.

Karen felt dizzy and her lungs started screaming but she ignored them. In fact, the lack of oxygen was heightening her arousal intensely, so was the thought of getting killed by this big, fat black cock. 

Finally, he felt his balls gathering for an explosion and released her. Karen shot back, pulling her full, luscious lips off him with a loud pop. His cock stood like a tower, long and thick, and jet black. A thick string of spit and mucus joined her lower lip to his cock. Karen gasped and shook her head to clear it. Then she she broke into a sweet, naughty smile as she wrapped the string of fluid around her hand and then slurped it wetly into her mouth. She spat a frothy mouthful of spit onto her hand and lavished his cock with it lovingly.

"Mmmm!!!"

"Damn!" William gasped sharply. Smiling naughtily, he made his stiff cock leap and kick about, a trick he had learned as a teen ager. 

Karen giggled and slapped his naughty cock. Then she set her face seriously and said,

"I wanna drink your cum! Splash my mouth honey! Feed me your black babies!"

She double fisted him and wrapped her lush lips around his dick head again. She meant business now. She wrapped her hot mouth tightly around him and bobbed with urgency, working up and down on about two inches of his thick shaft as her her skilled hands worked him, one slick one grasping his shaft firmly around the base and pumping up and down rhythmically, squeezing more and more blood into his cock and pulling the skin back to make his engorged dick head even more sensitive to her lips and tongue. Her other hand stroked and pulled on his bursting balls, urging and coaxing them to reward her good, hungry mouth. It was exquisite and incensing. 

William threw himself back, resting his elbows on the bar and pushing his hips up at her, to let her have that fat dick. He felt like he was rolling in a sea of pure pleasure. It felt so good. It was unbelievable. His whole body became stiff and his muscles and tendons stood out like he was trying to push an incredible weight in the gym. He was in two conflicting states. On one hand, he wanted to cum hard and explode in her pretty face. On the other, he wanted this shit to last forever. 

Karen noticed that the young black man was close to cumming and she felt exhilarated. She wanted this huge, big, fat black cock to reward her mouth. She worked away on his cock harder, bobbing her head at break neck speed, slurping, pumping and twisting away madly, producing loud squeals in her throat like she was crying for cock. But William was doing his damnedest to keep his balls from blasting, wanting to enjoy this awesome blow job for ever.

"Fuck you! Fucking cum!!! Blast my pretty white face with that big, black cock!" she snorted impatiently, almost angrily and spat on his dick. Then she sucked her middle finger and made it real wet. She took him back in her mouth as she stroked his crack with her slick digit. As she rimmed and stroked his hole, he became tense and his hole closed shut. He wasn't sure he wanted his hole penetrated and finger fucked. 

But the horny white woman was on fire and she wanted to show him what he was missing. She teased his sensitive hole now, sinking deeper on his cock, taking half of his long shaft into her mouth with practiced, smooth ease. She lodged the the tip of her finger in his opening and played around lightly, tickling him, making his hips twitch and causing him to produce short, sharp gasps. She slowly increased the pressure, coaxing it to relax as she fucked him with her tight, slick, hot throat. She felt his hole relax and open up for her. She took him all the way into her throat and as she carefully eased a slick, dainty knuckle in. He moaned sweetly as she rolled it round and round. 

William was in gangster's paradise. He was glad the wall opposite to his position was covered by a large mirror in which he could now gaze at the reflection of the hot, sexy ma's backside. Karen was so hot, on her knees, hot ass in a leopard thong pushed out, wagging happily as she rocked back and forth, throat fucking him and finger fucking his ass hole. 

Her gorgeous ass was cupped in a tight pair of split crotch lace hipster panties that seemed a couple of sizes too small and were stretched to bursting by her full, balloon like ass cheeks. The lace, white hipsters contrasted so sexily to her chocolate skin. A long split in the middle exposed her pussy and dark, deep ass crack. Her bald, brown cunt was puffed up, its lips curling back in a glistening, pink smile.

William groaned with lust. The young man grabbed the hot mature woman's head in both hands, lacing his fingers together, then he started pumping her up and down his huge, hard cock. She bore down on him and forced his spongy shaft down her tight throat. She felt like his thick, huge, black cock would split her neck, but she couldn't help moaning with lust. This fat dick was driving her mad with want. She threw herself at it fiercely, madly, without any care for her shrieking throat as she bobbed feverishly, making gurgling sounds, her eyes shining wildly for she had a severe case of black cock fever. And her finger was now deep in his hole, pumping in and smoothly as she stroked his prostrate.

"Fuck!!! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!!!!" William groaned and threw his head back. His force was twisted in a grimace and his body was all tensed up now. He felt the nasty white woman force the cum out of his balls literary. One more bob of her head, one more stroke of his prostrate and another one, and another one... He gasped a lungful of breath in sharply, squeezed it in his lungs... And then he slowly exhaled and his balls erupted mightily. He grabbed her head, banged his dick in all the way down her throat and shot a thick wad of cum straight to her belly. She cried and pulled back and beat his meat ferociously, causing him to shoot string after thick string of cream cum into her face. 

She shuddered at every shot that hit her pretty face. Then she wrapped her mouth around his softening,, smeared cock and milked him dry, mewing softly. She didn't swallow, but eased back and scooped his cum from her face, to lap it off her fingers. Then she got nasty, looking up at him and opening her mouth to show him to show him his frothy cum. 

"You bitch!"

She smiled naughtily and swirled it around her mouth like a tasty cocktail before swallowing.

Karen kept him in his position as she fired up a fat joint. She puffed away thick clouds of smoke, lapping his smeared twitching cock clean as she exhaled through her nostrils. She then passed the joint to him and sank down lower to feast on his balls. William leaned back on his elbows, moaning as his balls were sucked, lapped, devoured and made to melt in the heat of her hot, wet tongue and soft lips. That was true love. 

Karen stroked his crack as she puffed on the joint a couple of times. Then she pushed his thighs up and told him to keep those knees high.

He felt her hot breath in his sensitive cleft. She tongued his hole and his cock grew rigid without being touched. Then she licked her middle digit and slowly worked it int his hole. It was just so beautifully, the way she worked his hole, stroking his prostrate, making his cock leap up and point at the ceiling. Karen groaned and closed her lips around his thick tip. She just sucked on the head and swirled it around her mouth, twirling her tongue around it. As she worked his hole and it was incensing. William knew he would cum again, hard, soon! And he did. His head, his balls, his cock and his ass exploded. Karen groaned, latching her lips tightly around him as she drank his cum hungrily, sucking the last drop out of him. She kept his softening cock in her mouth and fingered his hole as she rolled and stroked and pulled on his balls.

William couldn't believe it. She soon had him hard again. Karen smiled. She loved young guys. They were reliable. She took him by his cock and led him to her bedroom.

Chapter 9

Karen pushed him onto the bed then stripped herself naked, slowly, sensuously. 

He gazed at her, mesmerized. Karen climbed astride William, and straddled him facing his cock. She lowered her tasty pussy down on his mouth and he slid his hands around her hips and pulled her down then he feasted on her pussy greedily. She sat over him, moaning and sighing, stroking his cock as she rolled her hips and ground her pussy into his wonderful, skilled mouth, feeling his hot, big, slick tongue teasing her lips and hole. She loved it when he bore in and entered her pussy mouth, to roll his tongue round and round, causing her to gasp and buck sharply from the wonderful sensations.




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She started fucking his tongue, grinding her cunt into his lips. Then desire overpowered her and she lowered her mouth on his cock and vacuumed him in. They bobbed their heads to the same rhythm. She came all over his face and it was beautiful. He pushed her up a bit and ate her clit as he finger fucked her hot hole till he brought her off again. Then he craned his neck, pulled pillows under his head and ate her ass. She went wild, dropped his cock and down into his crack too. She pulled up his legs and tongued his hole as he tongued hers. 

They sixty nined for ages, then she climbed astride his thick, hard cock and rode it reverse cowgirl. AT first, she leaned forwards, grabbed her ankles and let him gaze at her hot, dripping pussy riding up and down his shaft, pounding him, leaving his dick so hard and all shiny from her copious juices. Then she sat upright, grabbed her tits and bounced feverishly up and down. William grabbed her hips and yanked her onto his cock as he hammered it in. Karen loved a hard, brutal fuck and she cried and went wild and frenzied as she was fucked with no mercy. She bawled at every exquisite hard thrust, and when she came, she screwed her face and screamed at the ceiling.

William then turned her to face him. She crawled over to his face and straddled him, lowering her tasty pussy and gorgeous ass onto his face and getting sucked and licked and tongued so wonderfully that she had to grab his head, yank his face into her cunt and cum all over his cheeks, lips, nose, chin and tongue.

She hurriedly climbed onto her feet and squatted over him, lowering her cunt onto his pole. Then she grabbed onto his powerful chest and hammered his cock with her pussy, like she wanted to kill herself. They fucked hard and fast and loud. The heat of their passion rose to a blistering inferno which culminated in them both exploding and bawling like they were in intense agony. William came deep inside his girl, his cock spurting and bucking wildly. She came down on him and they kissed. 

Then she suddenly started weeping. He kissed her cheeks dry and they dozed off, with her on top, his cock buried in her.

Karen woke up to find herself on her belly, with William eating her ass and fingering her pussy. He had removed her panties. She chuckled as she realized her hips were rolling to his ministrations. She pretended to be sleeping, but raised her ass and parted her thighs wider. His tongue slid deeper into her hole and she had to moan. He ate her ass so good. Then she felt him take position over her. He spat onto his palm and made the tip of his dick slick. Then she felt him at her happy ass hole. He pushed in slowly, carefully. He fucked her ass regularly. There was some resistance and she had to gasp sharply as he pressed against her hole. Then he popped in and she felt him slide deep inside her ass. He lowered his body down on hers and started kissing her neck and back as he rolled his hips around, rolling his cock in her well filled rectum, teasing her, coaxing her hole to lubricate.

Karen's ass slowly got wet and it started to feel so good. He started fucking her in smooth, deep strokes. Karen fucked him back, pushing against him and rolling her ass. It was like they were dancing. His strokes kept getting deeper till he was pulling all they out and pumping it back in, smoothly. Her hole was so wet now his cock was squishing in and out.

Karen had always had a thing for anal. Her husband didn't like it much, it was too close to gay sex. But to her joy, her nephew loved it. She felt so wonderful, feeling him pumping his large cock in and out of her stretched hole, stroking her tunnel, making her feel so damn good.

Suddenly, Karen couldn't take it anymore, pretending to be asleep. She cried and lunged back at him. William chuckled and rolled to his knees, pulling her up on hers. 

"Put your face down, ass up bitch!" he snorted and smacked her ass hard. Then he grabbed her hips and started pumping her back and forth on his cock, loving the sight of her ass hole stretching around him. He fucked her nice and slow as she stroked her clit, pushed her ass back at him and moaned into the bed. Then he teased just the opening, rolling his thick head round and round it, dirty dancing. She cried and begged him to fuck that ass out of shape. Then he pulled her hips up, made her knees hang in the air and started pounding her, yanking her onto his engorged tool as he banged it into her wet, hot, tight ass. Karen frigged her clit wildly and bawled. He fucked her harder and she bawled louder. Then she was cuming hard, banging her face in the mattress as she was gutted.

William buried it in her and let her cum, feeling her hole contract around him. When it subsided, he pulled it out, grabbed her hair and pulled her to his meat. She moaned and started licking it straight from his hole. She lapped it like a lolly and then sucked it nice and deep, moaning like her ass was so tasty.

William fucked her ass for ages, cooling his cock in her mouth whenever his orgasm threatened. AT one point, he had a feeling that Karen had cum so much she couldn't even remember who or what or where she was. He didn't give a fuck, he fucked her ass in every position he could think of, from the front, the back, the side, the top, whatever.

When his back was aching, he then made her lie on her back, propped her head with some pillows and straddled her face. He sat on her chest and fed his cock into her mouth. Then started swinging his hips and fucking her drooling, smeared, cock greedy lips till he exploded and nearly drowned her in his cum.

Chapter 10

Karen had never met Big Mo before, though she knew him from William's stories. She was quite surprised when he came to her office, without an appointment. He made it brief. He told her he had Bryce's body and could connect it to her and William. She was not to tell William that he had been to see her. But he would be calling. Someday.

Karen panicked completely. She called William straight away and told him. He said to relax and just act normal till evening. 

William then called Big D and asked him if he was selling him out. Big D was surprised. Then he admitted that Mo had made him spy on William. Then Big D was pissed. William told him not go to Mo and start shit. Big D said someone had to die. How about the funeral parlor guy, at least. William said a man had to do what a man had to do. The guy was on the six o'clock news.

In the evening, Karen, William, Amanda and Judy, all four, met at Amamndas.

Karen was nervous, but she was the only one. 

"What shall we do?" Karen whimpered. "He can get us all into a lot of shit."

"We have to kill him," Judy said. "I mean, William, you can get close to him."

"Dont be stupid, Judy," Manda sneered.

"He is an ex seal. He would know if I was coming to kill him. He experts that I might try. He would pop me."

"Shall we get a professional?" Judy asked. She had already made up her mind. Mo had to die.

"No! He is hard to kill, used to murder people for the government. And he was very good. And before we just pop him, wont be easy to kill. And there is something else. He has a lot of cash hidden somewhere. I would suggest we get that and then kill him."

"Are we talking loads of money?" Amanda asked. William nodded. "Like, millions?" He nodded again. "Multi, multi millions?"

"Uh huh. He has it stashed and wants to have it washed. The is why he is leaning on me."

"Then we should get it, if we can," Judy said. "Before we kill him."

"Yes!" Amanda agreed. "How much do you estimate, Will?"

"Loads. You girls will have to kill him though. He expects an attack from me, but not from Manda or Judy."

"We need a very good plan."

"This is madness!" Karen whimpered.

"Get yourself together Karen."

William smiled. Big Mo had it coming. But little did he know he was going to get hit by a white wife named Judy. 

They agreed that Karen should promise Big Mo that she wouldn't make trouble if William worked for him. 

Then William would tell Mo that he could get Judy and Amanda to help him wash his money.

"He will get suspicious," Karen said.

"Not if I tell him I am fucking them."

"What if he needs proof."

"That will be no problem. We have enough camcorders and condoms," Amanda said. "We will lure him to get those millions out. Then we will hit him."

"You guys stop! Stop it! Right now! You are planning on murderinga human being. Dont you realize!"

"Karen! What's your problem. We are doing this for you!" Judy pouted. "Show some gratitude."

"No you are not! Manda wants the money. Judy, you wanna do it for fun, a hunter hunting another hunter, huh? And William, you wanna settle all your scores ago Mo. You were thinking of killing him before this even happened."

"he has had it coming. I wanna see his stupid ass when Judy pops one to his head."

"I wanna do it!" Amanda said firmly.

"No. I am the best shot. And he wont expect something from a sweet, naïve lil housewife like me."

"Though, when I think of it, I should be the one to do it," William said.

"Lets get him in an orgy and murder him!" Amanda said, eagerly.

"All right, everyone, calm the fuck down. I will do it."

"You! Karen, you couldn't even shoot your ex after he had tried to kill you."

"That was emotional. Listen, I looked into Mo's eyes. I feel no pity for him. I saw the same look I knew from ym cousin's eyes, the dead look, of a man trained to kill, by his own government. My cousin ran amok, picking off ten people from a roof top until they picked him off. Mo will kill us all, and fast, if he has to. We have to set a perfect trap for him. And I am the best..."

"You!" Judy sneered.

"Judy, I was a hustler and a criminal mastermind while you were still shooting rabbits."

She told her two friends her secret, from way back, when she was pimping, running drugs and living in sleaze. They seemed to doubt her. Karen went and got some photos that were well hidden. She showed them, pictures of herself in a strip bar, brothel, what have you. They gasped and looked at her differently.

"All right guys. Dont look at me stupidly. Lets make solid plans of getting Mo. William, you say he needs his money washed, huh? I think the thing about the video is a good idea. But we need some hot sleaze. So, here is the set up. William, you are fucking me. But I dont know that you are also fucking Amanda behind my back. And Amanda thinks you dont know that she is fucking married Juudy here behind your back. William, you will go to Mo with the tapes and tell him the two of you can use them to black mail all of us."

"What? Are you crazy. He will have us by the balls."

"That is what he will think, because that is how men like him operate. But this is how you sell it to him, William, you say you were planning on doing it alone. But you will throw in with him if he gives you a part of the ation so you can get enough money to leave for good."

"But Mo doesnt plan on ever letting me go."

"Of course. That is why we have to kill him. But dont let him know that you really wanna leave. Make it seem like its just a pipe dream. But you are really beginning to get bored with this normal life."

"hmm! That could work."

"It will, if everybody plays their part right. Now, we need to make those videos. But it has to look like nasty Will here has been using hidden cameras and stuff. So, everybody, you have to fuck like you dont know that you are being filmed. What are you pouting about, Judy?"

"How come everybody else gets to fuck with William, and I dont?"

"Well, you are the bait. Mo wont want to fuck me and Amanda, because William is fucking us. A general doesnt fuck the same hos as a private. For him, you eating out Amanda wont be all that bad. She is a woman. He will be excited about fucking a married, white mom that likes to eat black pussy. Hell, you two will get your orgy. It will turn Mo on, to watch you get made to lick Amanda out. And then he will fuck the shit out of you."

"And that mutha-phuka will get murdered in the orgy!" William said. He laughed, loving it.

"This aint no game, William."

"I am not moving one little finger, unless I get to fuck William too."

"He is my boyfriend, Judy. And you got a husband and kids!"

"So? We in this together or what? We will split the money evenly, so we have to split the cock evenly too."

All eyes turned to Karen now. They were all silently saying, "Dont be a dick!"

"All right! You ass holes. Just be aware of one thing. This is not a game. We are all now gangsters. We mess up, we will die or go to jail for a long, long time. Are you all ready to atke that risk. 

Nobody was hesitant in giving an affirmative.

"All right then. We re going to set up the Camera, and I am going to fuck William, and all of you will watch and learn. All right!"

"This is nasty!" Amanda rasped.

"Awsome!" Judy squealed.

"Now you all know why guys gang bang huh!" William said, smiling.

As their plans were fine tuned, accompanied by weed, alcohol and thick excitement, Karen felt like she was back in Portland, the queen of sleaze. Her pussy got wet. William felt he was riding again. His dick started hardening. Judy felt like she was finally coming alive, really alive. She felt a pure, carnal hunger, for soft female flesh and hard man meat. She looked around, wondering which one should she take first. Amanda started rubbing her thighs together, fantasiszing of an orgy on a bed covered by a million bucks in notes. Hell, she would take a thousand wipe her pussy with it.

Karen was worried about Amanda and Judy. Then she looked in ther determined, ferocious eyes and relaxed. They would have to be coached of course, but they could be counted on. They had not even met Mo, but they would enjoy ripping him off his cash and killing him.

William sank back in his seat, thinking, "Damn, I just turned three suburbian women into cut throat gangsters."

Oh well, it was the smartest crew he had ever run with. 

"Listen guys, I have changed my mind!" Kared said and was greeted by three groans. "No! I mean about me and William going first. Judy, you and Amanda are going to do each other. Amanda, you need to dominate her, make it seem like you are forcing her to succumb to you. Men like that. To see a hot wife like her getting dominated by a nasty black chick."

"Oh, then we wont need to even act."

"Judy, you let Amamnda push you around?"

"Hell, I need a strong hand in my life too. You know my husband... I chase him around the house like a rabbit. Manda helps me find equilibrium. Of course, she stops when I say so."

"And have you ever said so?"

"Only once. She was fucking me with a burning candle and the sheets caught fire."

"Damn!" William laughed.

"It wasnt funny."

"But its a good idea. Yeah, I have a couple of those long, thick ones around somewhere. Just dont burn my house down girls. You all remember what happened to the last person that tried to fuck with my house!"

They all laughed heartily. 

"Mo my boy, you will be getting some hot porn real soon."

"But Karen, we cant film them here, in your house."

"Oh, this is just a practice session hon. We will all practice, watch the video for mistakes or give aways, and then erase."

"Awesome! Absolutely awesome. I have always wanted to watch me and Manda in action."

Chapter 11

Mo smiled to himself. What hot, nasty videos William had brought him. Damn! The scene with William dominating and making his PO suck his dick, eat his ass and then get black fucked up the ass was hot. Then the one of the nasty, sadistic black law professor and the submissive white wife was simply sizzling. Now he had them all where he wanted them. 

And if silly William thought he would ever let him go, ha ha ha. Mo almost couldn't believe William's foolishness. Then he chuckled. Of course, greed always got them all. William was greedy for cash. He was tired of being broke, working in a take away. And so he was shopping these women to him, for 100 grand, and he was hoping to make a profit for he had bargained a 15% cut of the money with Mo, once it was all clean.

Mo did not fuck around, especially not in business. He was a happily married man, with a wife who thought he was in logistics. When he needed foreign pussy, he had a couple of top notch, high class beauties that he looked after very well, and they handled his needs discreetly. 

But something about watching all that action was really incensing him. William, small time G was really getting his fuck on like a king. Head of the crew. Like he was the one named Big Mo.

Damn! He wanted to fuck them all. And hell. With the body, and the tapes, he could fuck them all. He would fuck William's PO. Then that lawyer. But he would save the curvy, sexy, white housewife for last.

Big Mo had so much money he could have gotten a thousand women to do the shit on the clips. But taking them from William would be more fun. Doing him like Uriah was done by David. Hmmphh!!!

Mo suddenly paused for a second. Hell, things were almost too perfect, too simple. William was handing him everything he wanted, with these tapes; his PO, a corporate lawyer and a business manager, people he needed to help him go legit and build up his legal crime organisation. And all the leverage he needed on them. It almost smelled like a trap. Could William be that smart? To set such a trap for him? Or were the women helping him. Were these suburbian women really now turned gangster.

He watched the videos again, just to be sure, looking for tell tale signs. The first clip was filmed by a hand held camera. It started with his PO walking into a motel room, and blushing and going all nervous and scared as she saw that William was filming her. The date on the screen was from the time William had come from jail. Karen was a reluctant participant. He was amazed that William had fucked her that fast, but then that was why the boys called him Big Willy. And there was William's voice ordering Karen to strip and spread her ass and do all sorts of freaky shit. She was begging William not to make her do it, it was a risky, if the tape were to fall into the wrong hands, she would be finished. William was not showing her any mercy, dominating the sex starved, lonely, submissive white woman. He knew how to strong arm and use a submissive woman. Karen kept blushing and gazing nervously into the camera, as she did as she was told, and let William abuse her. And she was was getting off it too, loving being debased by the nasty young black guy. Mo found the scene perversely erotic. There was something about it that moved him, gripped him, got him all hard.

"Fuck!" Mo chuckled. "This kid is a fucking rogue. Thank you William. I won that bitch now. I dont even need the body. She would do anything to keep this tape a secret. Make her eat that ass... Ha ha ha. Karen Cosworth! That ass is mine, bitch!"

The second clip was filmed with a hidden camera. The begining showed William hiding the camera, like the young, horny, naughty rascal he was. Then his law professor, Amabda, a hot black woman, came into the room. Unaware of the camera, she got nasty and dirty with William, doing real dirty shit. If that tape circulated around campus, she might as well commit suicide. People would either laugh or spit at her. It was that nasty. What a freak. And what a rogue, William was turning out to be.

The third clip was also filmed by hidden camera, and showed some nasty ass lesbian action. Amanda, the black woman was getting down with Judy, a white professor. Mo had never seen such nasty, freaky, lesbian action. He had never known a woman could make another woman her slut that bad. He almost felt sorry for Judy. But the white mom was openly enjoying being used, and abused. Damn! The shit with the thick, long, burning red candles was spaced ut. He could see that Judy was scared, and ashamed, yet loving it.




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"No! Shit is too real. Such sleaze could not be faked!" Mo decided. If these women knew that William had sold him the tapes, they would beat the boy to death with their bare hands.

Hell, it would be so easy to make them work for him. He was looking forward to Judy and Amanda working for him, washing his dirty cash, and setting up a business empire for him.

And he was looking forward to fucking them all.

These women, especially Karen, were no gangsters. She had taken one look in his eyes and become so scared she had shivered the entire time he was in her fofice. You could never be 100% sure. So, Big Mo would stay strapped just in case. But hell, he was gonna fuck those women. 

Hell, he was feeling horny.

"But if I have Amanda and Judy working for me, cleaning up my cash, what do I need William for?" Big Mo pondered. Hell, all William was doing was playing filthy games with those women. And he kjnew too much. The only problem with whacking William was he would have to whack Big D also, or the lunatic would whack him. He wasnt scared of Big D. But he needed him, for the crew followed him.

Hmmmph!!!! Being a gangster wasnt easy.

Chapter 12

"if you guys weren't so keen on the money, I am sure we could kill him soon," Karen said hopefully.

"No. We have to get that cash first!"

"What if he decides to bump you off, William?"

"Why?"

"For us. I mean, if he says he wants to fuck me, will you accept that?"

"What!" William exclaimed. All three women looked at him hard. "We will cross that bridge when we get to it."

"Answer now!" Judy said firmly.

"And if your answer is not yes, then fuck the money. We kill him soon. Before he kills you. I know the hearts of men."

Now the gang was divided. William did not want Mo to fuck her. She did not want it either. But Manda and Judy wanted the cash. And so did she, though she was not saying it. All those millions, stashed away. 1 or 100 mill, who gave a fuck. Tax free. Waiting to be taken by those smart enough! Daring enough. Gangster enough. She would do her best to use her cut to benefit others. But Hell, she would be damned if she let Mo keep it, and his life. 

Hmmph! Being a gangster wasnt easy.