John was speechless. He had never seen such a beautiful young specimen working as a hooker before. He was ready to nut in his pants before he had even undressed. In all the excitement he had completely forgotten to take any of his Viagra that day. Yet his cock was still throbbing with all the power of 1000 subwoofers. His head felt like he was going to explode with so much of his blood rushing to his veiny penis. He had to quickly remember why he was there in order to keep from cumming right on the spot. He needed to find out where Chief Baseball Cock was hiding and take him out, then get out without getting killed by his giant Indian bodyguard.
John dropped his trousers and displayed his hard cock for the young prostitute. It was glistening with sweat and you could really see all the veins bulging and throbbing with every beat of John’s heart. Hoowanneka’s eyes grew as big as saucers. He could tell she was impressed with the size and girth of his man meat. She took John’s tool into her mouth bareback and easily slid the massive 9 inches of cock all the way down her throat. Even though she was young, she had the experience of a 40 year old street whore. She didn’t even gag at the 9 inches, even though it had to have been tickling her tonsils and blocking off her air passageway. John held her by her long, black hair and began to facefuck her. She slobbered all over his pulsing penis and saliva was dripping all over the floor. John was about to cum but first he needed to ask her one question. “Where is Chief Baseball Cock?”
She stopped sucking and said “Why do you need to know that? Did I do something wrong?” He could tell she had fear in her eyes. Chief Baseball Cock was a brutal master and all his prostitutes feared the wrath of him and his giant. “No, you are perfect.” John said. “I just need to talk to him about a business deal.”
She told him he was upstairs in his office, but that he shouldn’t go up there. John smiled and said “Enough talk” and shoved his rock hard cock back in her beautiful mouth. He pumped her with the force of a thousand suns and screamed in pleasure as he finally exploded into the tiny 19 year old’s mouth. She sucked and sucked trying to get every last drop out of his shaft.
John’s legs quivered as he left the room, still weak from such an amazing blowjob. He knew he had to act quickly. He made his way up the stairs and peeked into the Chief’s office. He was nowhere to be seen. But his baseball bat was sitting on his desk. Then he heard a toilet flush. Chief Baseball Cock was just finishing taking a shit in the washroom. As he seen the washroom door begin to open, John sprinted for the bat. He picked it up just as he made eye contact with the Chief. “Who the fuck are you, white man?” barked the Chief.
“I’m your replacement.” whispered John. Years of pent up anger and feelings of inadequacy all rose to the surface. John snapped and began beating the Chief in the face with his own weapon. Teeth flew across the room. Blood-stained feathers floated through the air. He had done it. The Chief was dead. John was the new leader of the Indians. But as he heard footsteps behind him he realized he had forgotten one thing. The giant. He turned around and seen the 7 foot monster standing behind him breathing heavy. His legs were the size of tree trunks. There was no way John could beat this man in a fair fight, even with the Chief’s blood-stained bat. Then came the words out of the giant’s mouth. “You new boss?”
John breathed a sigh of relief. “Yes.” he said. “And we have work to do. We’re taking over the Backstreet Thugs territory, And you’re going to help me do it.” The giant smiled and said “Yes boss.”
