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PK's Betrayal
by Terrence1972
Tina I could not believe P.K. was in the kitchen when I got home. He aint never came home this early on a Friday night. He talking about, “Baby, you want some Chinese?” Oh, I’ll Chinese his **** all right. “Waa Tah!!!” Then he has the nerve to ask for a six-pack. The only six-pack I was planning to get was the one under Hakims polo shirt. Now, don’t get me wrong, I love P.K. and all, but that damn Hakim…I tell you! I know that Hakim and I are wrong for this ****; but damn, who told P.K. to fall in love? I guess I’d better run and get the food, that way I can still get the chance to see Hakim. I quickly take his twenty, grab my keys and run out the door. I figured I would place my order, shoot by Hakims, grab the beer and head back here within the hour. As I’m driving through the lower-east side of Milwaukee, I began to squirm in my seat; I’m trying to avoid constantly feeling the seam of my pants rubbing against my clit. Chills go through my body as my kitty is down there purring. I can’t help but think about his chocolate perfectly chiseled body, from his thick lips, to the thin coat of hair on his manly chest, to touching every rip of the muscles on his arms. My eyes close as I imagine my fingers going across his abs, as if I was reading Braille. I go deeper into thought as I continue to head south down the highway of Hakims body. I get to his eleven inches of manhood and my mouth immediately waters. The saliva build up was so extreme I felt the drool on my chin. Not realizing that my eyes were closed, the entire thought is interrupted by a loud bump. "Damn raggedy **** streets!" I yelled, as I glanced back at the pothole I hit. A pothole; a pothole; damn, I got my own pothole that needs to be filled. The closer I get to Hakims, the more intense I feel. The more intense I feel, the more anxious I become. So, I quickly pull over to check for damage. I got a **** flat, so you know that killed the mood. I better call and tell Hakim he won’t be getting any of this tonight. He’ll understand. Hakim and I go way back. I met him during his college years when he stripped for one of my girlfriend’s birthday party. All the women were ecstatic about the sexiness of his body. I wasn’t really into strippers; and I’m thinking that’s what made him pursue me. We hooked up from time to time, but it was always sexual. . Then I met P.K. and it all changed. Two years into the relationship, I find out that they knew each other. Not only did they know each other, they were also best friends. I’ve been with P.K. for the last six years, and over that period of time I’ve never cheated on him; except for with Hakim. It’s like an addiction I guess. I know P.K. loves and adores me. I try to keep myself up except for the couple extra pounds that I gained. I guess that’s from having my cake and eating it to. Get it? Now where is my cell phone? It’s not in my purse; it’s not on the seat. Oh ****, I left it on the bed. Now I know I got plenty of **** to hide, but P.K. wouldn’t go through my phone; or would he? The hell with the beer, I need to get my **** back home. Damn! Can someone help me with this tire?
Hakim
T.G.I.F. Yeah, I know you’re thinking, “Thank God It’s Friday”; however, I’m pretty much thinking, “this girl is freaky”. I am talking about Tina, my main chick on the side. I sometimes sit back and think about all the different broads I banged when I was doing those shows, but it’s funny how none of the other pussy compares to hers. I know that she uses me for my body, but hell, doesn’t all of them do it? Why is it that women always think that we’re the tricks? With as much money as the women pay me, I could quit working. However, I’m a realist, so I know that this body aint going to last forever. So, I’m getting out of the shower after my two-hour workout. Tina likes the fact thatI keep my **** tight. She’d always say P.K. doesn’t take care of his body like he used to. Damn, P.K. He’s my **** boy, my dawg, my nigga. I know it’s **** up thatI’m banging his girl, but hell I was with her first. When I first found out about them dating I should have said something; but hell, he was two years into the relationship, so I figured it was too late. Now he wants to marry her. You know you can’t turn a whore into a housewife. So anyway, I’m waiting on Tina to come over. This is a little routine we started doing every since P.K. started back partying on Fridays. There are times when I feel bad about this, but good pussy can cure a bad feeling on any day. I remember just last year when we threw that birthday party for P.K. The whole time he’s getting his blind folded, ménage-a-trios; I’m standing behind Tina with at least seven of my inches under her skirt, slow stroking. Like I said, the girls a freak! Hell, just thinking about her got my **** rock hard. I got an idea. Where the hell is my phone? She’s a real freak, so she’s going to love this. I don’t want to sound boastful or anything, but damn, I have to hold the phone way over my head just to take the picture. What can I say? The brother is packing. Packing? Damn, that sounds too much like P.K. The swelling just went down. Tina will know how to get it back up, but I swear this has to be the last time we do this. Who am I kidding? However, I do feel bad. It’s just when you grow up with a person, and you have your shares of ups and downs you’ll develop a bond. I promised myself that I would tell him one day, but as long as they’re not engaged he should be fine. I try to tell him that Tina’s not the marrying type, but he won’t listen.He starts hitting me with scriptures and ****. Now don’t get me wrong, he aint no saint, religious freak, or nothing like that, but the man got a gang of respect for God. I really love that about the brother. So hopefully he will find that forgiveness scripture, if he ever found out about us. Damn, what’s taking that girl so long?
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