The Robbing Crew

It may sound a little strange or even a bit stereotypical to the untrained ear, but it is quite simple really. Married white bitches hire us to fuck them down and their unsuspecting husbands silly. The sluts we take care of during normal business hours while their small dick-beating husbands toil away at work making our paper. As for fucking their meal tickets, it is pretty much the luck of the draw. If a husband is willing to accept being cuckold by a few big black dick motherfuckers like us, then it’s all about getting in and getting out with our money. If not, we must work bedside with their check-writing trophy wives to break the cornballs into the dick-loving hoes we all knew they could be.

A couple of weeks back, we hooked up with this bitch who wanted us to turn her chump out so that she didn’t have to continue to cheat behind his back. She was one of those good-looking blonde bitches who could deep-throat a hefty king size dick while keeping her gag reflexes thoroughly in check and then take hot nutt milk straight down the gullet! Experience in this industry has taught me well if a young slut can do it like that and can get off on getting double-fucked in the cornhole then she’s usually one dumb-ass bitch. And, of course, her bimbo-ass was no special exception. Instead of just fucking dude on the side for a few good years where she could’ve gotten paid like a good little ho, her raised-in-foster-care-ass decided it was in her best interest to get her trick to divorce his third wife and marry her. The problem was after she did all that shit, she discovered that her young nineteen-year-old pussy still had mad craving for some hard virile dick like ours and her old-ass husband just wasn’t cutting the mustard anymore. Not even with his artillery of the little blue pills.

Given what she told us about him, we knew we couldn’t go head up with the old dude like we usually do, which basically consists of the husband finding his beloved wife with her hands and feet tied to the headboard with me or one of my boys killing it between her legs while the rest stand around naked and watch. The husband comes in thinking his bitch is a ho. When he sees the rope he reconsiders his position and thinks it’s rape. But once one of us throws his scared face into her cum-sopping pussy and we do the same ripping open his tight asshole, he soon begins to understand what time it is. So being we couldn’t do that, we decided to go the old-school angle. Being the five black burglars making the “big” score in a big fine house in this lilywhite neighborhood.

Of course, we weren’t stupid enough to literally break into the house. They lived in one of those ritzy neighborhoods where Mayberry gets a stiffy when a black man simply looks at one of those kinds of houses. So I made sure the bitch gave us a key to come in through the front door. We punched in the alarm code as she gave it to us and then took the liberty of disassembling it from the telephone line just in case she decided to go rogue. After we felt like we thoroughly covered our tracks, me and my boys hit the lights and walked right into the kitchen. We thought we would fuel up on some grub before hitting the lights again and breaking a few glasses to pose as real burglars. Old dude had us a little nervous his hearing aid wasn’t up enough to get his undivided attention. But without fail we saw his silhouette come down the staircase with his bat (like he was going to do something). We waited patiently for him to hit that last step and break over to the corner where he heard the noise. Even though we really couldn’t make each other out, I saw him trying to make me out in the dark. He tried to swing, but my boy ‘Tonio had my back, snatching the bat from his hand. Kilo took care of the hubby’s mouth by tying one of his spare bandanas over it. The hubby quickly remembered he had a pair of hands and feet at his disposal and started flailing them all, punching and kicking as best he could before I grabbed a hold to his ankles while my boy Choco and Gus pinned his arms behind his back.

I will be the first to admit this line of work comes with its own unique twists and turns, but I wasn’t expecting dude to be as heavy as he was. It wasn’t like we didn’t get our fair share of impotent overweight suburban husbands in this business, but this dude was not only big and solid but incredibly strong too, like he wasn’t a virgin to getting his workout on. Just the same though, we handled him as if he was a featherweight. And with no real place to take him on the first level, we literally tossed him down the stairs into the basement. Except instead of it being this dark dreary place, it proved to be this well-lit luxury apartment with a kitchen island breaking his fall.

“Is he ai’ight?” Gus asked trailing behind me down the stairs.

“The motherfucker’s fine.” I boasted, peeling off my shirt.

The hubby stroked the back of his head where he hit it against the corner of the island. I checked him for any signs of injury. I think the only thing that was bruised was his ego. When I didn’t find anything, I snatched him up by his arm and leg and draped him around my neck like a lamb being led to slaughter. My feet moved me down the hallway where it opened up to this sweet man cave where practically everything was either leather or wood surrounded by sport memorabilia and a number of other masculine things.

I know I had to have seen it before then when I picked hubby up off the ground but it really didn’t catch my eye until after I threw him on the couch. Dude was black. A pretty, chunky redbone with a golden bald dome and a scruffy rust-colored beard blessed with this badunkadunk basketball booty that made my dick strain in my jeans. And the way it arched his lower back in air like that, curving over the leather couch like the ninth and tenth wonders of the world. Even though it wasn’t my thing, it was the kind of juicy bubblicious booty that made a reluctant dude like me pull up to the table with my knife and fork in hand ready to eat.

Don’t get me wrong. Hubby was definitely a looker, too. Even with his red freckles. For someone that was suppose to have been five years away from sixty, he looked extremely good for his age—about a couple of decades younger, in fact. That still made him much older than me or anyone on my crew, but doable enough for an invite to fuck a hungry bitch on the fly, in particular, those bitch-ass hoes that have a daddy complex. His full giveaway though was the gray invading his thick rusty eyebrows. Even though it was dirt on my shoulder on my road to bust a nutt, I couldn’t overlook the way his full pink lips just poked out at a brotha. It was like they were specifically designed for a bigheaded dick to be smeared across them.

Just thinking about it had me tugging on my big dick through my designer jeans. I wasn’t even aware of it until I saw the fear light up in his eyes, like he knew what was about to go down.

“You like the chest, man?” I asked, detracting his attention from my crotch to my chest as I flexed each pec.

He refused to move his head one way or the other or scream around the bandana for help.

“It looks like I stay on the chest and arms, huh?” I continued.

He looked over at my boys slowly stripping off their clothes.

“No, sir, I don’t.” I smiled. “I work ‘em out about once a week like everything else. Well, except for this killer eight pack. I have to get at them about every other day. That’s the trick you know.”

I looked down at him and saw he was naked under his short red robe with his short stout dick sticking out like one of those small soda cans in an abandoned anthill.

“I can see by the way your little friend decided to join this party that you’re the kind of guy that could appreciate having this kind of body over yours.” I grinned, as I moved closer in on him, kneeing the couch near his thigh and laying the full length of my so-cut body over his. “Huh? You don’t mind, do you partna? You don’t mind if a sexy dude like myself lay right here and kiss you here on your neck, now do you? Here…and here…and here. And I don’t think you would mind if I took this leg here and threw it over my waist now do you?”

He shuddered, extending his neck all the way out, caught up with my hand caressing his hairy thigh and my warm breath rolling on his neck.

“It’s like that,” I smiled, balancing myself on my hands.

This is going to be easy, I thought.

“Good. So if I happen to take a bite out of your neck while you give me that sweet pussy, you ain’t going to fight back now are you?”

He shook his head across the leather sofa almost grinning.

“You gonna to throw it back on me like a good little bitch, aincha?”

He nodded, his grin almost widening twofold.

“And after I split this asshole open with my ten-inch gun you ain’t gonna to get mad if I let my homeboys get at it, now, are you?”

He shook his head again, looking so happy that I thought he was going to pee on himself.

“You like the idea of a train being run on your ass, doncha?”

The dude quivered. I don’t mean shook. I mean he quivered like he was on the verge of having a seizure or something as he nearly loss the strength to throw his other leg around my waist while the tip of his fingers trembled on my nipples.

“I think dude like my chest.” I laughed. “What do you think fellas? I know what I think. I think this is a straight-up fairy that would love to some dick right behind his bellybutton. I bet if his bitch upstairs slipped a finger up his asshole he probably would cream on it harder than she would out of her pussy.”

“Shit, the way he flipped, he probably came down the stairs with a greased hole.” Gus commented.

“Hey, Kilo, take that fucking bandana off from around his pretty little mouth and let the motherfucker suck your dick, man.” I said, reaching down and feeling between the jiggly buttcheeks beneath me.

I was a little disappointed his hole wasn’t greased up after I got excited by the mere possibility, but it was slick with sweat from me getting him so hot.

I guess I should’ve known something was up the way light-skinned dude just lunged his mouth on Kilo. It was like watching a small hungry fish hop out of water trying to catch a full-grown python in its mouth. You’re intelligent enough to know that it is in no way possible, but he does it with such jaw-dropping grace unhinging every part of his mouth just to fit it in that it makes you a true believer. And he was damned if he was going to let such a feat go. I’ve come across hungry dudes on the sly before, but if it was that easy to get dude to go down on a perfect stranger with no hesitation in his own house, with his bitch right up the way, it was hard for me to believe he hadn’t sucked off half of California without getting caught.

 

Oh, that bitch punk me! I growled.

In this line of work, shit like that happens sometimes. It comes with the freaking territory. The wife enjoys the dick so much that she tells her husband about it. He might go in a corner and jack off about it, or he might decide that freshly used pussy is the best pussy in the world. He then might elevate his need by slurping on sloppy second cum from her snatch. When that proves not to be enough anymore, he wants his straight from the faucet like she’s getting, except he doesn’t want to put himself out there like the low-lying cocksucker he truly is, so he has his girl set up a little session with us.

Like I said, I don’t give a fuck as long as I get my paper and my nutt, which I was about to do when I was climbing out of my jeans ready to fuck the hell out of this big booty when out of nowhere I see Gus topple over. Choco and I reached down to pick him back up, but our eyes locked on this short Asian guy standing behind him butt-naked and oiled up from head to toe. He had one of those timeless faces that could’ve said he was sixteen or sixty without much fuss. But the thing that got me was that dude was skinny as fuck and had a big swinging dick that rivaled mine and was about the size of his legs.

It became crystal clear this dude wasn’t going to let us handle our business, and thought he was bad enough to take on the five of us. ‘Tonio was stupid enough to lunge at him first and got karate-chopped in the shoulder for his futile efforts. Gus came up, wanting to get his lick in and got knocked down like a bitch that was used to getting knocked down. Choco went charging after him next. When he took Choco out with a roundhouse kick to the mug, I knew it was over considering that Choco and I are built like Green Bay Packers, except Choco is about a head smaller than me and about thirty pounds heavier with muscle.

“Eh, man,” I said with my hands up for arrest. “I’m just trying to get some of this boi pussy here. I don’t mean any trouble.”

The Asian dude just looked at me like he had another kick in him, and then over at where this sucking noise was coming from. I was afraid to look back, but curiosity got the best of me as I saw the light-skinned dude was still sucking off Kilo.

“Oh, ev’rybody done fightin’,” Kilo said, looking back over his shoulder with his firm hand gently cupping the hook of his cocksucker’s skull. “What? This bitch was born to suck some dick. I’d be a fool to pull out before I freakin’ have to!”

The light-skinned dude didn’t care whatsoever. He had a nice meaty dick in his mouth. He was happy as fuck.

“You not burglar,” the Asian guy said in choppy English.

“No,” I shook my head definitively.

“What are you doing in my house then?”

“Your house? If this is your house, then who the fuck is this?”

“Antwon,” the Asian guy said matter-of-factly.

“’Twon, bitch,” the light-skinned dude boomed in the most feminine of tones, taking enough time to take the spit-soaked dick out of his mouth and putting it right back in between his full lips.

I don’t mind fucking a dude and digging out his inner bitch with this big-ass dick, because it certainly will, but I simply hate effeminate men with a passion. It isn’t so much I hate them or the way they act as much as their transgender voices are pretty much a dick killer for me. I probably would’ve pulled up my jeans and left right after that. Except for ‘Twon did have a juicy booty that needed to be tended to. And with either a bandana or a dick plugging up his piehole we were going to be fine.

“Oh, man,” I said embarrassed. “We were hired to come here and fuck you.”

“Rico, man,” Kilo said to me, thinking I was going to spill the beans on the whole operation.

“I got this, partna,” I said annoyed, feeling like this motherfucker didn’t know. I get him paid for using his dick because Lord knows he ain’t got a brain, and he wants to act like I’m special ed. “Like I said, we were hired to come in and fuck the man of the house.”

“Who told you I get fucked?”

“A friend,” I said bluntly.

“What friend?”

“I can’t tell you that, partna. All they said was before you came up like this you liked getting fucked.” I lied, remembering a crude joke that just about everybody in Southeast Asia gets fucked.

“You from Africa?” He asked.

If I wasn’t so sure that he could beat my ass, I would’ve beat his for thinking that I was from Africa because I was black.

“No.”

“I get fucked silly in Africa.”

“Huh?”

“I get fucked in Africa. Over in the jungle, in the Congo by the rebels when I was a hustler.” He confessed.

“Yeah, yeah,” Kilo chimed in. “I remember our contact saying something about that. He just said come over and you’d be ready.”

“Yeah,” I said, confirming the lie. “When we showed up and Antwon was game we thought he was you. Now that I see you, see that you’re the one oiled up and ready to go.”

“I didn’t know anything about this. I was oiled up to fuck his sissy ass silly.”

I laughed. It wasn’t what he said exactly but how he said it that made me crack up, like it should’ve been obvious to me.

“You can and we can fuck you. We’re rolling five deep, if my boys you took out ever come around.”

“Oh, sorry about that,” he said, reaching down and picking each of them up off the floor and apologizing all over the place.

Once it became clear that none of them were going to dare sucker punch the Asian guy, I turned my attention back over to where Antwon was doing everything in his oral power to extract that nutt out of Kilo’s dick.

“Mmmph,” Antwon hummed, keeping a steady tempo smoking on his pipe.

“Ah, shit, motherfucker, put your tonsils to work on it.” Kilo growled. “There you go. There you go. Yeah! There you got! Suck that dick bitch! Ah, shit!”

Kilo began to fuck his sweet face with both hands. He started grunting and groaning and without much warning pulled out of the filthy cocksucker’s mouth. It just took a second, but Kilo aimed his dick at the open mouth and shot a thick fiery wad of pearly white cum all over in his face.

“That’s a facial motherfucker!” Kilo said breathing a sigh of relief and then laughed aloud, looking at his artwork. Leaving Antwon to look like one of those hoes at the end of an old-school porn that just got played with nutt running over his eyes and nose.

To my surprise, Antwon didn’t go off on him for it as Kilo took his cue to get bolder and shove his cummy dick back into Antwon’s mouth for him to clean up.

Roundabout the time Antwon finished Kilo up the Asian guy spun Antwon over the edge of the sofa, lifted his sweaty legs, and impaled his thick butt in one sinking stroke.

I was looking for Antwon to let out a little yelp or something the way the Asian guy drove it in, but all he did was wiggle his butt on the naked yellow dick like he had been taking it for a long time. It wasn’t until the Asian guy got rock bottom that Antwon began groaning. “Ah, shit! Ah, shit! Ah, shit!”

We watched the Asian guy take Antwon through the paces, tossing his head back and forth and clamping his hole while the Asian guy fucked him like a pro.

“You getting dug out, ain’t you?” ‘Tonio boasted to Antwon. “My boy Rico ain’t lied, you gonna like having a train ran on your phat ass.”

The Asian guy lifted one of his legs on the sofa and got at that asshole in another way, having it slurp and smack loudly into the room.

“You’re really opening up that asshole for us, aincha? We gonna fuck you just like you fucking him, you kung-fu motherfucker.” Choco beamed, with his dick ready to be plugged into something.

If Antwon was back on his side like he was when he was taking care of Kilo it would’ve been easy for Choco to take over where he left off, but the Asian dude put him straight up in the sofa. So even if Choco was able to get in front of the Asian dude, Antwon was still going to be to low to suck him off. Where Choco saw a problem, Gus found an opportunity, climbing on the sofa in front of the Asian guy.

“Eat ass motherfucker.” Gus commanded spreading his cheeks in front of Asian guy. “Bury your face in my black ass. Kiss it, lick it, and love it, motherfucker!”

So, there was Antwon on his back getting fucked by the Asian while he served double duty eating Gus’s ass out. It was a hot sight to watch but left the rest of us holding our dicks.

Choco asked, “If the Asian dude is the bitch’s husband, then who’s the hell is the black guy?”

I shrugged my shoulders, not having an answer.

“Does it really fucking matter?” I concluded.

We turned our attention to the fucking before us. It was obvious to us that Antwon was feeling the fucking he was receiving. He was panting something maddening. Even from our awkward angle we could see his asshole tremble under the strain of being stretched. And with every shout, the Asian guy stripped another layer of his gentleness and began fucking him with pure instinct. The Asian guy grunted and tensed, and before long came.

The Asian guy barely pulled out of Antwon before Choco grabbed the Asian guy by the hair and toss him over next to Antwon. I guess when I wasn’t looking he found some lube, because he just slid his dick into him and made him take it to the hilt.

“Like that Congo fuck, huh,” Choco said jokingly.

Choco fucked the Asian guy like the Asian guy was fucking Antwon except with a little bit more force from jump. Choco hadn’t forgiven him for that roundhouse kick and was going to level into him like a pro. So, while Choco was fucking the Asian guy, I took the opportunity to get some of that ass that had been taunting me all night.

I thought I was going to be plowing into some sloppy seconds, but his ass was so tight I was struggling just to get the tip in. When I finally did, it felt fucking fantastic! Like hand in glove. Although his asshole was pushing against me, Antwon was egging me to push on in. Because he was asking for me, I pushed down on his shoulders and barreled my way into him.

“Aw fuck this shit, my dude.” Antwon huffed while I was trying to get it down to the hilt. “Fuck my fucking ass, motherfucker!”

Once I got it down, I held it there for a minute listening to the Asian guy getting his ass rammed in. He was doing this wicked combination of pleasurable moaning and painfully groaning proved to be a hot cross between being consensual and rape. It was because of this I got my motivation to swivel my bulky thighs into him, pulling Antwon’s legs wider apart, giving him something to really grunt about as I rammed my way into him. 

“Aw, shit fuck me dawg!” Antwon growled, putting his ass into it.

By the time I saw I had worked Antwon into an agonizing sweat, I heard Choco next to me bellow out a load. He barely had time to pull out before Kilo replaced him. Kilo lasted longer than Choco, but after he came he was replaced by ‘Tonio while I was still having my way with Antwon.

“Oh, damn, baby, you can fuck! Fuck me, motherfucker! Fuck the shit out of me!” Antwon growled.

“No doubt, motherfucker,” I growled back. “You’re pretty little ass is getting fucked by this big fat dick.”

I upped the tempo, going from slow-stroking his hole to pounding it the point his hole was talking back. He was getting excited, going back and forth from grunting like a man to letting it all out like a gangbang bitch. I fucked him so good that he had no walls anymore, but just the same he started hollering in my ear so loudly along with the hairs of my balls making nice with his butthole I grunted, and before I knew it I was shooting deep into his butthole.

“Ah, shit,” I said, after catching my breath. I looked Antwon in the eye. He looked like he wanted to reach up and kiss me. Instead, I just plopped my dick out of his ass.

I thought Gus would immediately replace me, but he was face-fucking the Asian guy before I told Gus to go be with Antwon while I had the Asian guy clean off my cummy dick. He wasn’t much of a dicksucker, but he knew how to clean off a dick.

“They didn’t teach you well in the Congo.” I said in disgust.

Since I knew I was going to be out of commission for a minute with getting hard again and he wasn’t doing that great of a job, I decided to feed him a bit of piss before pinching it off. “I want you to drink it motherfucker, drink it like you’re drinking off those mofos in the Congo, okay.”

The Asian guy said nothing with the sound of Antwon’s slop bucket of an asshole taking up the room. I pushed my dick further into his mouth, down his throat and let the rest of the pee out of my dick flow. He swallowed it with such precision that it almost scared the shit out of me. At the same time, however, it made me harder than ever, which after I grabbed the back of his skull forced me to face fuck him until I shot another load and another round of some post-nutt piss into his mouth.

I was so hot and bothered by the whole scene that I got hard again to get at some of that ass. Even though it was Antwon that had the booty, the Asian guy was the one that had the ass that felt just like pussy. I fucked it down every way possible before I sank my load in with the rest of them while he shot off on my stomach.

Me and the crew fucked Antwon and the Asian guy at least four times each throughout the night. Apart of it was horniness, but the other part of it was competition to see which one of us could make one of the two older men holler the most. We slept most of the day down there after we were done with the blonde bitch coming down there a time or two with her camera asking us for some dick. We convinced her we were game with her husband’s approval, of course, and surprised her mouth with some of our piss, seeing we were too tired to get up and go to the bathroom. She wasn’t like her boys, (which we later found out that Antwon was her live-in manager for her newfound “singing” career). She was pissed at the thought of us using her mouth as a toilet. She even threatened to cut us off financially. But after looking at her husband so happy and spent and knowing the no-talent bitch wasn’t going to make a dime from her singing gig, we decided we didn’t need her anymore. Her hubby was the one with the checkbook, and as long as we could relive whatever went down in the Congo all those years ago, we were going to continue to get our paper and our nutt.