Cummington Credo: The Hoe’s Guide to High-End Hookups.
Nigga, let me tell you about the nasty, depraved, and oh-so-fucking-good time Tina and Frank had in her apartment. It was one of those hot and sticky summer days in Gush Grove, the kind where the heat makes you wanna strip down and fuck until you can’t feel your legs. And that’s exactly what Tina and Frank did.
Tina, that busty black BBW with a pussy that could make a grown man cry, was bent over the bed, her fat ass cheeks spread wide, ready for Frank’s thick cock to plunge deep inside her. Frank, that side nigga of hers, was more than happy to oblige. He gripped Tina’s hips tight, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he slammed into her from behind.
“Fuck, nigga, pound this hoe pussy!” Tina moaned, her voice thick with lust. She loved the feel of Frank’s cock stretching her out, loved the way he made her body sing with every hard thrust.
Frank grunted in response, his balls slapping against Tina’s clit with each powerful stroke. The room was filled with the sound of their flesh meeting, the wet smack of skin on skin, and the heavy scent of Tina’s raunchy pussy. It was a smell that drove Frank wild, a scent that told him just how much Tina was enjoying this nasty fuck session.
“Take this dick, you nasty hoe!” Frank growled, his pace quickening as he felt his orgasm building. He could feel Tina’s pussy walls clenching around his shaft, could feel her body tensing up as she neared her own climax.
And then it happened. With a final, powerful thrust, Frank buried himself deep inside Tina’s wet heat and let go. His cum exploded from his cock, filling Tina’s pussy to the brim. The force of his ejaculation was so strong that it caused a geyser of cum and pussy juice to erupt from her cunt, spraying everything in its path.
Tina’s smartphone, which had been charging on the nightstand, was caught in the crossfire. A rogue stream of cum shot straight into the charging port, shorting out the device with a sizzle and a pop. But Tina was too lost in her own orgasm to care. She screamed out in ecstasy, her body shuddering as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.
And there I was, Desiree, caught up in the moment, watching these two go at it like a couple of animals in heat. I couldn’t help but get turned on by the sight of all that cum flying through the air. Hell, I even caught a few drops in my mouth. And let me tell you, it was fucking delicious.
As the orgasmic tsunami subsided, Tina collapsed onto the bed, her body slick with sweat and cum. Frank pulled out of her, his cock still half-hard, glistening with their combined juices. Tina looked over at her now-useless phone and let out a sigh.
“Damn, nigga, you fucked my phone to death,” she said, a hint of irritation in her voice. But then she smiled, her eyes sparkling with post-orgasmic bliss. “But fuck, that was some good dick. Worth every drop.”
And ain’t that the truth? In Gush Grove, we know what’s important in life. It ain’t about the material shit. It’s about the feel of a hard cock inside you, the taste of cum on your tongue, and the sweet release of a mind-blowing orgasm.
As I stood there, my own pussy throbbing with need, I couldn’t help but recount the words of The Book of Lust, Chapter 33, Verse 69: “Let thy cum flow forth like a mighty river, my niggas, and let the hoes swim in its glory, for the seed of life is the greatest gift of all.”
After Frank left, his cum still leaking from Tina’s well-fucked pussy, she called out for Mason, that SIMP of a boyfriend who couldn’t seem to wrap his head around the fact that his girl was a hoe through and through.
“Mason, get your punk ass in here!” Tina yelled, her voice echoing through the apartment. Mason came shuffling in, his eyes downcast, already knowing what was about to go down. He was a good nigga, but he just couldn’t accept that Tina was a cum-loving freak who needed to be filled with dick on the regular.
“Why you gotta fuck other niggas, Tina?” Mason whined, his voice tinged with hurt and confusion. “Can’t you see what it does to me?”
Tina just laughed, her belly shaking with mirth. “Nigga, please. You know I’m a hoe for that good dick. Now shut the fuck up and eat this cream pie I made just for you.”
With that, she grabbed Mason by the back of his head and pushed his face into her nasty ass pussy, the same pussy that had just been demolished by Frank’s fat cock. Mason didn’t resist. He knew better than to deny Tina what she wanted. He started lapping at her swollen lips, tasting the salty-sweet mixture of her juices and Frank’s cum.
“That’s right, bitch. Clean that pussy up,” Tina moaned, grinding her cunt against Mason’s face. “Lick up all that nut like the good little SIMP you are.”
Mason did as he was told, his tongue darting in and out of Tina’s hole, scooping out every last drop of cum. The taste of another man’s seed should have disgusted him, but instead, it turned him on. He could feel his own cock hardening in his pants, straining against the fabric.
Tina could feel another orgasm building inside her. She loved the feeling of Mason’s tongue inside her, loved the way he worshiped her pussy. She reached down and started rubbing her clit, her fingers moving in fast circles.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum all over your face, nigga!” Tina screamed, her body tensing up. And then it happened. Her pussy erupted, a gush of cum and pussy juice spraying Mason right in the face. He sputtered and choked, nearly drowning in the flood of her juices, but he never stopped licking.
The room was a mess, cum and pussy juice pooling on the bed, dripping onto the floor. It was a beautiful sight, a testament to the depraved acts that had just taken place. And as Tina rode out the waves of her orgasm, she recounted another verse from The Book of Lust, Chapter 18, Verse 22: “Let the hoes cum in torrents, my niggas, and let the men drink deeply from the well of their woman’s pleasure.”
Mason finally pulled his face away from Tina’s pussy, his skin slick with her juices. He looked up at her, his eyes filled with a mix of adoration and despair. He knew he could never satisfy Tina the way she needed to be satisfied, but he also knew he could never leave her. He was hooked on her pussy, addicted to the taste of her cum.
And as for me, Desiree, I watched the whole scene unfold with a sense of perverse satisfaction. I loved seeing Tina assert her dominance over Mason, loved watching him submit to her every whim. It was a stark reminder that in Gush Grove, the hoes run the show. We’re the ones in control, the ones who decide when and where and how we get fucked.
With her phone fucked beyond repair, Tina sashayed her fat ass to the elevator, her mind already plotting on how to get a new one. She knew she didn’t have the money or the insurance to cover the damage, but that wasn’t about to stop her. After all, this was Gush Grove, where a wet pussy and a willing mouth could get you just about anything you wanted.
Tina strutted into the cell phone store on the retail floor of Cummington Heights, her hips swaying with each step. She zeroed in on the manager, Randy, a middle-aged white man who looked like he hadn’t gotten laid since the Clinton administration.
“Hi Randy,” Tina purred, leaning over the counter to give him a good look at her cleavage. “Look here, nigga, my phone is fucked up and shit. I don’t have any money or insurance, but yo ass is going to give me a new top-of-the-line smartphone.”
Randy threw his head back and laughed, his belly shaking like a bowl full of jelly. “Bitch, have you lost your goddamned mind?” he sneered, clearly underestimating the power of a hoe on a mission.
Tina smirked, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “No, Randy, I haven’t lost my mind. But I do know that Joyce isn’t giving you any pussy at home.” And with that, she dropped to her knees right there in the store, the cold tile floor barely registering under her thick thighs.
Randy’s eyes widened in surprise as Tina unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock, which was already half-hard at the sight of her on her knees. He knew he should stop her, knew this was wildly inappropriate, but the sight of Tina’s full lips wrapped around his dick was too much to resist.
“Fuck, you nasty hoe,” Randy groaned as Tina swallowed his cock whole, her throat constricting around his shaft. She sucked him with the same enthusiasm she reserved for the thickest, juiciest cocks in Gush Grove, her head bobbing up and down as she worked his dick.
The other customers in the store stopped what they were doing, their eyes drawn to the impromptu sex show unfolding before their eyes. Some of them cheered, others whipped out their phones to record the depraved act. This was Gush Grove, after all, where public sex was just another part of the daily grind.
Randy couldn’t hold back any longer. With a guttural moan, he grabbed the back of Tina’s head and thrust his hips forward, his cock exploding in her mouth. Tina swallowed as much of his cum as she could, but there was just too much. It spilled out of her mouth, dripping onto her tits and pooling on the floor beneath her.
As Randy’s orgasm subsided, he looked down at Tina, his eyes filled with a mix of shame and satisfaction. He knew he had been bested by a true hoe, a woman who knew how to use her body to get what she wanted.
“Here,” he said, handing Tina a brand-new, top-of-the-line smartphone, along with six months of free service. “Just… just get out of here.”
Tina stood up, wiping the excess cum from her chin with a satisfied grin. She took the phone from Randy and leaned in for a nasty French kiss, sharing the taste of his own cum with him.
“Thank you, Randy,” she said, her voice dripping with sweetness. “You’ve been a real help today.”
As she walked out of the store, her phone tucked safely in her purse, Tina couldn’t help but feel a sense of accomplishment. She had gotten exactly what she wanted, and she had done it with style and grace. This was the power of a hoe in Gush Grove, the ability to bend men to her will with nothing more than a smile and a willingness to drop to her knees.
And as I watched Tina work her magic, I couldn’t help but recount the words of The Book of Lust, Chapter 27, Verse 36: “The hoe who knows her worth can wrap the world around her finger, my niggas. Let her pussy be the key to unlocking all the treasures of the earth.”
Tina sauntered back into her apartment, the new smartphone burning a hole in her purse. She could hardly wait to show it off to Mason, to rub it in his face just a little bit. But as soon as she walked through the door, Mason was on her, his eyes filled with suspicion.
“Tina, how did you get a brand-new thousand-dollar smartphone?” Mason demanded, his voice tinged with accusation. He knew Tina didn’t have a pot to piss in, let alone the kind of money it took to buy a phone like that.
Tina rolled her eyes, sick of Mason’s incessant whining. “Motherfucker, I sucked a dick for it!” she snapped, enjoying the way Mason’s face crumpled like a piece of paper. She loved Mason, but sometimes, she just wanted to shake some sense into him.
Mason’s eyes welled up with tears, his heart breaking at the thought of Tina on her knees for another man. But Tina wasn’t one to let her man suffer. She knew just how to make it all better, at least for a little while.
With a sigh, Tina began to remove her clothes, her fingers working quickly to undo each button and zipper. She lay down on the couch, her legs spread wide, her fat pussy glistening with the remnants of Frank’s cum.
“Come here, Mason,” she cooed, beckoning him over with a wave of her hand. “Let me make it all better.”
Mason hesitated for a moment, his gaze flickering between Tina’s face and her inviting pussy. He knew he should be angry, should be standing up for himself, but the truth was, he couldn’t resist her. He needed her, needed the feel of her warm, wet pussy wrapped around his cock.
With a resigned sigh, Mason climbed on top of Tina, his cock slipping easily into her well-lubricated hole. He could feel Frank’s cum squelching around his shaft, a stark reminder that he was fucking a pussy that had been filled by another man just hours before.
But despite the bitter taste of jealousy in his mouth, Mason couldn’t deny the intense pleasure he felt as he thrust in and out of Tina’s pussy. She wrapped her thick thighs around his waist, pulling him deeper, her nails digging into his back as she urged him on.
“Fuck me, Mason,” Tina moaned, her voice thick with lust. “Ride this hoe pussy and make me cum.”
Mason did as he was told, his hips moving in a steady rhythm as he drove his cock into Tina’s waiting cunt. He could feel his orgasm building, a familiar tingle at the base of his spine that signaled the impending release.
And then it happened. With a final, powerful thrust, Mason buried himself deep inside Tina and let go. His cum mixed with Frank’s, the two loads churning together inside Tina’s pussy before erupting in a geyser of cum and pussy juice.
Tina screamed out in pleasure, her body shuddering as her own orgasm washed over her. The force of their combined climaxes was enough to send cum and pussy juice splashing onto the couch, the floor, even the walls.
Mason collapsed on top of Tina, his body slick with sweat and cum. He buried his face in her neck, his tears mingling with the moisture on her skin. He was torn between the ecstasy of his orgasm and the agony of knowing that Tina would never be his alone.
As they lay there, their bodies entwined, their breathing slowly returning to normal, Tina whispered softly in Mason’s ear. “I love you, Mason. But I’m a hoe, and this is who I am.”
And as I watched them, my own pussy throbbing with need, I couldn’t help but recount the words of The Book of Lust, Chapter 54, Verse 12: “Let the hoe be true to her nature, my niggas, for her pussy is a gift to be shared with the world.”
Amen to that, and pass me another cock to worship. This is the life of a hoe in Gush Grove, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
