DOPE BOY CHRONICLES – EPISODE #1.24 – FIGHTING TO HIDE MY EMOTIONS

THE W – HOTEL ROOM

“You like that titty? Suck both of them, daddy.” Sway cupped her breast, holding them to my mouth, feeding me. “That’s it, bite them… Bite them hard.”

I clamped my front teeth, gnawing and chewing. “Yes! Just like that! Make them hurt.” I licked, sucked, bit, and nibbled as she commanded.

Sway pulled back. “Now I’m going to put this pussy on you.”

She rose above, taking me into her grip. “Your shit is so thick right now. So fucking hard. It’s never been this big and hard.”

I watched intently as she guided me to her entrance. “I’m going to take it real slow. I want to feel you. I want to feel all of you deep in me.

“Ooh, I’m stuck.” She ran her hand below, searching. “You still have a lot more dick for me, don’t you?

“I can take the length, but the width. That’s what I’m having a little trouble with. It’s so fucking thick…”

She rested her palms across my ribs as she began a slow glide. “I think I got it all… I got your whole dick in me, Andre. All of it.”

She reached behind, resting her weight onto my thighs. Her pussy was now in full display. Her clitoris stood erect.

Sway rolled and gyrated her hips. My manhood disappeared within, hiding between her folds. Her eyes followed mine. “Yeah, that’s all yours.”

“It’s all mine?”

Without warning, Sway stood. I looked up as she pivoted slowly, crossing her feet over my legs. She lowered, mounting me in reverse.

“Do you like it like this?”

“I like it, however, you give it to me.”

“I want to show you something.”

“Show me what?”

She leaned all the way over. “Look at my ass. Look at that little bitty tight hole. You see it?”

“I see it.”

She grabbed her cheeks, pulling them apart. “Can you see it better now?”

“Yes… It’s beautiful.”

“That tiny little hole is going to be all yours to fuck any time you want to. I’m going to give that to you because I love you. My virgin asshole is going to be all for you… You want it?”

“Yes, I want it.”

“But not right now. It’s too tight. I can’t do it yet. You’re going to have to wait, okay?”

“Okay.”

“I’ve been trying for you, though… I can put two fingers in already, but I can’t take your dick. It would rip me apart.”

She grabbed at my feet, using leverage, pushing me deeper within her. “I can take it all with my pussy. You feel so good.”

Sway took both of my large toes into her mouth. She probed between my digits. She licked across one foot to the other. “Oh fuck, Andre. I think… I feel like I’m about to come.”

“I can feel mine too.”

“I want to look at you.” Sway quickly swiveled. She sat upright with her hands to her hips. “I want to look into those brown eyes of yours as you nut inside of me.”

She began a strong ride, grinding with all her weight. “Is that good for you? Do you feel it? You’re all the way to the top in me? You feel my wall?”

“Yes… I feel it.”

“Your dick fits my pussy so perfectly.” Sway kneaded my sack with her fingertips. “Your nuts are getting tight. Are you about to come for me?”

“It’s right there.”

“It’s right there for me, too.”

“Fuck, Sway… I can’t hold it much longer.”

“Ooh, baby. I’m about to… I’m about to… Fuck, daddy!”

“I can’t hold it…”

“Andre… Fuck!”

I rocked back and forward, trying with everything I could. “I can’t! That’s it!”

“I’m coming, Andre!”

“Me too!”

We exploded simultaneously. Fighting to hide my emotions, I pulled the covers over us as I took her tightly into my arms. Sway cried, whimpering uncontrollably. With my thumb, I gently wiped the tears from her eyes.

I touched my lips to her ear. “I love you, Sway.”

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LIBERTINE DREAMS – SHE WAS BROWN WITH BEAUTIFUL BLACK HAIR

It’s been a long time since I’ve been to a gentlemen’s club. Working full-time, creating stories, content, shooting videos, and working hard

It’s been a long time since I’ve been to a gentlemen’s club.

Working full time, creating stories, content, shooting videos, and working hard on my self-funded movie project, my libertine side has taken a back seat for what seems like forever and a day, but it’s definitely time for that to change.

I’m much older than I was when I was in the clubs almost every night. That young version of me was all the way in and committed to the life. It seems like such a long time ago. However, it’s never too late to get back in where you fit in.

Will I still draw the attention of the beautiful young ladies as I once did? Getting in my best shape and adding a brand new wardrobe won’t hurt, that’s for sure. Unfortunately, I can’t make myself any younger, so I have to work with what I’ve got as far as looks go.

How did it go tonight? Well, I went to a club that is known for being bougie, talent and staff. The whole atmosphere is as if, “You’re not really welcomed, we’ll tolerate you…for now, but, unless you have a ton of money to spend, we suggest you only look at and admire our dyed blonde, fake boobed, lyposucked, lip-injected beauties. If they insult you or are rude, take that as a compliment. You’re lucky they even gave you any attention at all. If you don’t like it, good. We don’t need you.” If you’re from Dallas, you probably know the club I’m speaking of. However, I don’t remember it being as pretentious. Maybe it’s me. It’s been a while, and I don’t know anyone there anymore.

I then went down and across the road a bit to Buck’s Cabaret. It didn’t disappoint. It’s the same as I’d remembered. All new faces, though. Many beautiful girls of all ethnicities. The music was great, and it had a nice crowd. This is a Tuesday. That’s impressive.

I caught a couple eyes and some attention. One had passed me a few times. She was brown with beautiful black hair. She was shapely and mature. I wasn’t sure if she was on staff or was a dancer. Girls will often pass by to give you an opportunity to stop them to talk.

On my way out, I decided to approach her and say a few words. She saw me and we both smiled. However, a guy with a bottled beer up to his lips unknowingly cut in front of me and stepped to her. I backed away a few steps and put my flirt on pause.

He was a talker, though. The more he talked, the closer he got to her. She’d side-eyed me a couple times as if she was asking me to hold on a few moments, but I’d decided that I’d have to catch up with her another time.

I’m still playing it cool and feeling my way. There’s no need to rush anything. Maybe I’ll see her next time.

There are a couple more clubs I want to check out again, but Buck’s Cabaret will no doubt be one of my favorites.

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DOPE BOY CHRONICLES – EPISODE #1.23 – TOUCHA TOUCHA TOUCHA TOUCH ME, I WANT TO BE DIRTY

MOCKINGBIRD STATION – 11:37 p.m.

“Toucha, toucha, toucha, touch me. I wanna be diirrrty. Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me, creature of the night.” Sway was still singing the song from the wedding scene as we rode the down escalator to the track level.

“You had fun? You liked it?”

“Yup… I did.” She clucked her tongue playfully as she brushed my shoulders, picking raw rice from my hair. “And now I want to fuck you stupid.”

I laughed. “Like everyone out here didn’t just hear you say that.” We stepped onto the platform. I glanced at the arrival sign. The Orange Line was ten minutes away. “Now you got all these people looking at us.”

Sway grabbed me by the crotch, teasing. “Toucha, toucha, toucha, touch me. I wanna be diirrrty. Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me, creature of the night.”

She quickly turned, scanning, focusing on the darker areas of the platform. “I know what you’re thinking and no…”

“Why?” She pointed. “We can go riiiiight over there and no one will see us.”

“That’s the tunnel, Sway, for the incoming train?”

“Yeah, but there’s not one coming for six minutes. I’ll get you off before that and we’ll be back here on this side…”

“Ain’t happening! There are cameras everywhere.”

Sway stepped back a couple feet, grinning mischievously as she bounced and danced with her hands on her hips. She pointed to me with an outstretched arm. “I want to ask you something, Andre.”

“What?”

“Did you know?”

“Know what?”

“Did you know?”

“What are you doing?”

“Did you know?!”

“Did I know what?!”

“I’m just a sweet transvestite… Sweet transvestiiiiiite… From Transsexual… Transylvaniaaaaaa… huh, huuuuuuh.”


THE W – MIDNIGHT

We’d made out the entire ride up the elevator. We entered our room.

I’d hung my jacket and was placing my wallet onto the counter when I noticed Sway had fully undressed and was removing her panties.

Maybe it was the angle or perhaps from my perspective, but her pussy seemed even fatter. “I’m going to go and take a quick shower, okay?”

“No! Take off your clothes and get on the bed… Right in the middle on your back.”

As I released my buttons, she watched my every move. “You want me here?”

“Yes, that’s good.” She climbed in front of me. “I’m going to need you to let me take charge.”

Sway eased her fingertips lightly along my inner thighs. I jerked involuntarily from the sensation. She then placed her nose to my scrotum, inhaling me. Her voice had lowered to the rasp of a purring kitten. “You smell so fucking good, daddy.”

Sway took my sack into her hand, squeezing and tugging at my balls as she stroked me to full erection. “I want this dick hard.”

I stiffened as she swirled her tongue around the head. “Relax.”

“It’s hard to relax when your dick is being licked.”

“Maybe if I just suck it instead… Like this?”

“Oh, shit, Sway.”

“Andre, with you, I’m in control of my mind; my emotions… I don’t have to fake or pretend. Does that make sense?”

“Yeah, it makes sense to me.”

“I don’t even know how passionate I’m capable of being, you know? But I knew it would come from love.” She took me to the back of her throat, pushing me in, humming and moaning.

“Fuck, Sway. I’ve never felt anything like this.”

“You like that?”

“Fuck yeah.”

“I want to fuck you every day all day, Andre.”

“Ooh, not so hard…”

“You want your nuts sucked a little softer, daddy?”

“Yeah, just a little bit.”

She engulfed me entirely, running her tongue in circles. “How’s that?”

“Oh, that’s good.”

“You like that?”

“Yes!”

“I just have to learn how you like it. That’s all.”

“Yeah…that’s all…”

“What’s this? Some pre-cum?” She gripped my base, milking me, drawing it to the top. “Mmmm, you got that yummy yummy.”

Sway climbed atop me. “Are you ready for this pussy?” She rubbed me between her labia and against her clit. “Fuck! I’m so fucking wet! Your whole dick is shining with my pussy juice.”

She grabbed her breast, pinching and pulling at her nipples. “Look at how hard they are… You want one? You want to suck on one of these?”

My attempt to latch was halted. “No! I don’t want you to move. I’m in charge.” She slowly lowered to my lips. “There you go… That’s it… Take that titty.”

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LIBERTINE DREAMS – THE GAMEROOM IS NO MORE

I’d told you guys about me hanging out with Cathy at the game room on Harry Hines and how notorious these places were for getting robbed.

I’d had my back against a wall the entire time we were there, and I was constantly watching the front and rear entrances. I’d even mapped it out and had a couple of escape options in mind just in case.  You must always be alert when in a place like this. 

It was about a week or so ago when armed robbers came in and hit the game room. 

I haven’t gotten all the details yet, but I’ve learned that there was a fatality, and it has been shut down. The game room is no more. 

That means that a business owner is out of business, workers have lost their jobs, and, unfortunately, someone has lost their life. 

Why is it that the tough guys always prey upon the hardscrabble working person who’s just getting by or is barely making it?

Why don’t they go after the corrupt politicians or these corporations that are robbing us all blind? Why not rob them back?

Are they afraid? 

Is it mental conditioning to where they’ve been programmed to leave the wealthy alone and only hurt themselves?

I’ll never understand it.

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