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PK's Betrayal Chapter 2
by Terrence1972
Chapter 2 P.K.I quickly forwarded Hakims text to my cell phone. Then, I deleted my “I love you” message as well as the picture of “Super Cock”. Then for some odd reason I felt the need to jot down Gina’s phone number. In walks Tina, with this vacant look on her face. Her clothes were stained as if she were an actress in a Shout detergent commercial. Her filthy fingers were smudged all over the paper bag that contained my dinner. She read the look of disappointment on my face and quickly countered by saying, “They were all out of Red Stripe.” Boy was she ever wrong. I replied, “Forget about the beer, what happened to you?” She explained how she had to change her own tire because of the pothole that she hit. Of course I’m thinking, “Good for you bitch!” but I just couldn’t muster the words. “Why didn’t you call me?” I asked. To which she responded that she’d left her phone. I have to play the role, so I ran her a bath and took the food to the kitchen. She said that changing that tire made her work up an appetite, so she was ready to eat. My mind is going in circles at the moment. I tried eating, but everything appeared to be disgusting. The egg foo yung reminded me of Tina’s shaved pussy. As I inched my egg roll toward my lips, I envisioned Hakims cock and ended up dropping it to the floor. Seeing that I couldn’t eat anything, I told Tina that I was going to bed. I noticed the look of concern on her face, but I ignored and proceeded to the bedroom. It was maybe thirty to forty minutes later that Tina got out of the bathtub. She walks in the bedroom completely naked, wearing nothing but the ankle bracelet I bought for her last Christmas. I was half asleep when she entered the room, but what she did next would’ve awakened a bear from hibernation. How can I be so upset, hurt, and turned on at the same time? Tina began sucking on my toes; from there she worked her way up to my thighs; without removing my boxers, she undid the fly, took my soldier in her mouth and not once did she use her hands. She continued teasing me until it stretched to its maximum potential. What she did next proved to me that she was overcome with guilt. Tina would always tell me, I’ll do anything you ask, but I aint licking your ****, find another bitch to do that nasty ****. Well Tina, instantly became that other bitch. She turned me over and ripped my underwear clean off my rectum. She was in some type of erotic rage. Her tongue went in an out my **** as if she was stirring a new recipe. Once she turned me back over, she quickly mounted my attentive soldier and rode me like a bucking thoroughbred. As she began to climax for the second time I get another flashback of Hakim, what the hell was he doing here? I immediately go limp. Seeing that she was satisfied, I gently shoved her to the side, rolled over and was fast asleep.
Tina
I walk in the door, nervous as hell, wondering if Hakim had called. I know that P.K. is going to be pissed at me forgetting his beer. I’ll just tell him they were all out and make sure I **** the hell out of him tonight. As he took the food to the kitchen, I made a dash toward the bedroom. Good, my phone is right where I left it. I didn’t have any missed calls. Oh well, I guess Hakim is busy tonight. You see; that’s the advantage of having your cake and eating it to. I drift off thinking, ‘So Mr. Party King, you’re the next contestant on the pussy’s right!’ P.K. didn’t seem like himself when we were dining, but then again, I’m not sure how he acts on Fridays, he aint never here. He was such a sweetheart for running my bath water for me just the way I like it, so I’m guessing I can hook him tonight. Now I always told him about certain nasty things that I wouldn’t do. However, Hakim fine **** talked me into doing this nasty ****, and since I was planning on being with him tonight, I may as well give P.K. a sample of my new tricks. After teasing his dick for fifteen minutes, P.K. was about ready to pop. I swear I had to mess his head up the way I tore those drawers off his ****. I tongue **** his **** until I felt the bitch coming out of him.Then I rode that thick dick of his until I came twice. Now, don’t get me wrong, P.K. is a decent ****. A damn good one I might add, but sometimes he wants to make love when a bitch just aint on that. Hakim and I got a good understanding. Suck me, **** me, and send my **** home. I’m so caught up into myself, I’m not sure if P.K. came or not. Oh well, his dick went down and he went straight to sleep. I guess I wore his **** out. Yeah, a bitch still got it.
Hakim
Am I slipping, or what? It’s not like Tina to not come through on a Friday. The least she could have done was to call a brother. I mean; I got other women to choose from, but that **** hurts. I even hit her with my old, ‘you’re making it hard for me trick.’ That usually gets them every time. Maybe I am slipping. I should tell P.K. on her trifling ****, but doing some **** like that could get you killed. Just thinking about her gave me another erection. Let me get out the baby oil and relieve myself. I’m sitting here, stroking myself, thinking about Tina, but P.K. keeps popping up. ‘Get out of here man, damn!’ I guess I’m developing some sort of guilt complex. I’m going to have to come clean. I mean as good as that pussy is, it aint worth losing a friend. I know what I need to do, but how? Why the **** am I beating my own dick? I think I’m going to shoot by Ricky’s.Ricky
I couldn’t believe my eyes when Hakim walked in my bar. Daddy Long Stroke himself, in my spot on a Friday? The last time I seen Hakim on a Friday night; was when he and Tina threw that little surprise whatchamajigga for “The Party King”. I watched these young folks grow up right under my nose. We’ve actually become pretty good friends over the years, although I’m as old as their parents. They are pretty decent kids for the most part, but from time to time I have to put some “act right” in them. Daddy Long Stroke was Hakim’s stage name when he was dancing here at the club during his college years. The boy got an eleven-inch Johnson. He used to drive those old **** hags crazy. Hakim lost his dad to diabetes maybe four days after his tenth birthday. Rumors say that it was AIDS, but who knows? They say that size of his ran in the family.I liked how he turned things around and used that Johnson of his to pay for his college education. Ole long-dick ****. He wasn’t as fortunate as P.K. and Tina. You see P.K. ended up getting a full academic scholarship. Ole fifty thousand a year to the school. He was a major stockholder with all the breweries, so tuition and **** like that wasn’t really an issue for her. Ole sassy, rich ****. I’ve lived in Milwaukee all of my life, so that’s why I know every damned thing that goes on. People are always coming in the bar, getting drunk, and telling me all their personal ****. So, Hakim approaches the bar, and I’m about to pour his usual. He stops me saying, “Not today Rick, I need a double shot of gin, straight up.” From what I’m guessing, he came in here pussy hunting, because this boy aint never been here on a Friday. I kept an eye on him throughout the evening. He went from woman to drink to woman all night long. After gulping that fourth drink, he took a seat at the bar. The next few sentences that would come out of his mouth would change our relationship forever. He said he needed to talk about something personal. Now, I love these kids like my own, so of course I agreed. He started out talking about this feeling of guilt, but then he quickly got to the meat of the situation. Now I know the boy said he aint never been to Hollywood, but I swear I made him see the stars. After hearing what he said, my immediate reaction was a back slap across the face. “Selfish, long-dick ****,” was all I could say. I forgot that this was a grown-**** man, not to mention a well built one. To my surprise he didn’t counter. He said, “I deserved that Rick, but I need to know how to fix this.” I usually give my two cents, but with both of them being close to me I opted not to respond. However, I did let him know that if he had enough balls to tell me, then he should be able to tell P.K. He quickly jumped up, and I’m thinking he’s headed to the door, but he went back in the direction of one of the women he was talking to earlier. Long-dick ****!
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