Scamming for Daddy

My wife was a boss chick, or so she thought. I called her a dumb bitch. We both knew she was in Atlanta getting her black blown out by rappers. What she didn't know was that I was at home getting my back blown out by niggas too.

"Damn, Tyrell! Damn! Fuck me!" I moaned.

Tyrell was beating my guts out good. He was the definition of trade: a prison-hardened street thug; tall and muscular; dark-skinned and tattooed, with a big-ass dick. He plunged that big ass-rammer into me again and I cried out. I had no fear of being heard. My wife had built her mansion in the center of a huge property and the nearest neighbor was well out of earshot. Tyrell clapped my booty like he owned it, and in some ways, he did. He certainly owned my beta-cuck ass more than my wife did. Dumb bitch!

"Shit! Shit! Damn, nigga! Fuck me!" I squealed.

"Yeah! Hungry tight ass!" he growled, a grin curling his lips as we looked in the vanity mirror. Yes, I was getting fucked in the big eggshell blue bedroom I shared with my wife. Getting my back blown out in front of the gold-leaf framed mirror she had purchased. Tyrell tightened his grip on my arms and pulled me back on his dick.

"Agh! Fuck!"

"Fuck yeah, nigga! Take this dick!" he grunted, hammering harder. I cried out as Tyrell went into overdrive. He yelled as he exploded inside me. His dick swelled and pulsed, and I whimpered as he filled me up. Tyrell flopped back on the bed, panting and glazed in sweat.

"Damn that was good! When you said your wife coming back?"

"Not until Thursday." It was Monday.

"And you cool with her getting flown out and dicked down?" he asked, sitting up.

"Hey, I ain't gotta work with all this money she got," I laughed. "Plus, if she can be out there getting dicked down, so can I."

"You are wild and crazy but that's why I fuck with you," he smiled and pulled me to him. He kissed me, groping my fat brown ass. "And such a sweet girly booty." I did have that. I was shorter than Tyrell with a compact muscular frame but my ass had always been girly; sticking out behind me and perfectly curved. He smacked my buns and I purred as he suckled my fat swollen nipples.

"Mmmm! You gotta leave her soon. Come stay with me," he invited.

"Now, now. You know I'm just taking her for all she's worth. By the time she figures out I been skimming her money, I'll be long gone, and you'll be with me."

"I better be," he chuckled then got back to sucking my nipples.

I was doing her dirty but sometimes you get what you deserved. She wanted a beta-cuck for a husband and I was just happy to play that role. I fixed her dinner, ran her baths and let her go out fucking those up-and-coming, one-hit-wonder rappers and male singers. It was all a stage play for me, however. I'd been skimming money off her accounts and investments for years, and had built up quite a nest egg; all secret of course. A few more months and I'd divorce her ass and get even more money, seeing as how everything was in her name.

The best part of it all was that my long-time lover, Tyrell, would be coming with me. We'd first met during my stint in prison. While I had never been a gangster, I'd considered myself a man's man. Tyrell showed me how wrong I was. He turned me into his bitch, and I fucking loved it! I had never even considered any kind of sex with a man before that point but Tyrell showed me what I'd been missing.

I had no intention of looking back, working a dead end job in fast food while waiting for Tyrell to be released. That was when he'd contacted me with the scheme to trick Instagram-famous boss bitch, Taiya Sauvage, into a relationship. One of his boys worked her security and had informed him she was seeking a beta-cuck bitch boy to marry and serve her needs. I'd been perfectly trained after three years spent under him almost every night.

At first I felt bad for her. She was pretty, albeit in an artificial way. Bitch was about to turn thirty-five (several years older than me) but was still out here being a hoe. If it weren't for that, and the fact that I was basically her slave, I would have warned her. However, once Tyrell taught me how to skim and scam money from the bitch, all that guilt fled my brain.

Then, Tyrell got released and I went even harder to make sure the plan came off without a hitch. Just being able to touch my sexy, tatted up prison daddy again was all I needed. I kissed his full soft sexy lips and moaned as he fed me his tongue. His breath was minty fresh, as ever. His rough hands pawed my buns and he worked two fingers in my stretched open hole.

"Get up on the bed," he commanded. "I'm about to break open your pussy."

I obeyed and wiggled my ass as he climbed up behind me. I grunted as his big-ass dick slid right up in me. He grabbed my narrow waist and started to fuck.

"Oooooh damn, daddy! Gimme that dick!" I moaned.

"Mmm hm! Who's daddy's pretty prison bitch?" he purred.

"I am, daddy!" I panted, arching my back and taking even more of his sweet deep pounding.