One Hustler's World

by Nikita Stewart

  Honey, stroking his engorged shaft, kneeled before him. Staring into the camera, she slowly took him into her mouth.

  Yolanda waved off the fellatio. She gave Honey the camcorder then gestured towards the bed.

  KT slithered onto the bed. Easing both vanilla crème legs across his shoulders, he settled his face between their captive's thighs. He was taken by her naturally red, orgasm-soaked pubic hairs. He could feel her natural warmth emitting from her womanhood. He smooched her moist womanly folds. Ripe. He licked her clitoris. Easing his right index finger inside her, KT massaged her vagina ceiling. His pinky fingertip eased inside her anus. Simultaneous with his sensual, double finger stroke stimulating, he suckled upon her clitoris. Her loins pulsating against his mouth, her thighs trembled against his head. To the melody of her tearful pleas, he drank upon her exhausting climax.

  KT licked up her nakedness. Feasting upon her perfect 36Cs, he made his way to her neck. He smooched her chin, licked her mouth. He was mesmerized by their whimpering captive's struggle to make sense of her ordeal. Her breasts heaved with every deep pant. KT studied the perspiration droplets coursing her climax awash nakedness.

  With a foreign palm massaging her womanhood, the sexually bombarded captive tensed from two more fingers easing inside her. A come-hither, G-spot impacting finger stroke conquering her existence, her neck was aggressively suckled. More tears falling, the blindfolded captive wept. "Somebody, please help me! Yolanda, I'm sorry I keep messing up!"

  Yolanda gnawed her captive's left nipple.

  Honey, holding her digital camcorder mere inches away, gnawed their captive’s right nipple. Together, they undid the handcuffs then rolled their prisoner onto her stomach. The handcuffs quickly resecured their captive back to the headboard.

  Yolanda mounted her from behind. Nibbling their captive’s neck, she massaged her plump, vanilla crème butt-cheeks. Yolanda eased her index & middle fingers inside their captive's womanhood, molesting her G-spot. Her palm soaked by captive's natural moisture, she gnawed her earlobe and whispered. "Every time I tell you to do something, you do it your way. You must love being punished."

  "Gawd oh gawd, Yolanda, I'm sorry!" Their captive was held captive by her umpteenth orgasm. Enmesh in complete darkness, she from the pleasurous torment of yet another forced reeducation.

  Honey pulled KT into an aggressive kiss. She gave him her camcorder, bent over the mattress edge, and asked. "Yolanda, can I?"

  Yolanda nodded.

  Honey wiggled her plump buttock tauntingly. Befuddled, she eyed KT. "What are you waiting for?"

  “Just had to wait for you to beg a little more.” He slapped his engorged length against her buttock. Marveling his dark chocolate manhood easing inside her vanilla crème utopia, KT took Honey from behind. He was quickly greeted by her moist, experienced loins constricting along his slow, delving masculinity. He held the camcorder to his face, filming as Yolanda sent their handcuffed, blindfolded beauty into another climatic abyss. Simultaneously, he savored the way Honey's buttock danced along his pelvis, impacting long stroke.

  Honey was slung from the mattress edge to the floor. On her back, she placed her knees well beyond her head. KT focused his camcorder on her womanhood. He documented the elegance of her passion passageway pulsating with longing for his masculinity.

  KT placed his camcorder on a tripod then took her ankles. Honey, held captive by his extreme full-mounted buck, accepted his aggressive incursion. His rapid long-stroke quickly conquered her feminine depths. Honey convulsed against his deeply embedded manhood. KT relished the pressure of her tsunami-like orgasm, vying to push him out of her. He smooched her mouth then retrieved the camcorder. He documented the way their soaked, intertwined pubic hairs signified his complete embedment.

  KT withdrew then pulled Honey to her feet. At a whisper, he asked. "When are you going to let me sneak you away for a while?"

  "My yoni belongs to Yolanda, so ask her." She massaged his orgasm-soaked manhood. Taking him back into her mouth, she could taste her orgasm nectar. Jaws stretched by his sheer thickness; she slurped upon his shaft then asked. "Yolanda, can I have some more?"

  Yolanda climbed out of bed. Procuring her camcorder, she filmed Honey taking KT deep into her mouth, down her throat, to the point her lips met his pubic hairs. Yolanda, documenting KT’s inability to withstand Honey’s total deep throat, Yolanda gestured towards the bed.

  Their captive tensed from large, eerily familiar hands positioning her on her knees and elbows. Her buttock raised, her face was forcibly pressed against the mattress. Her back aggressively arched, she shivered from a moist, eerily familiar tongue coursing along her anus to her womanhood. Weeping, she struggled to see through her blindfold. Large hands seizing her waist, she tensed from a thick, eerily familiar manhood slowly taking her from behind. Her femininity was filled to a familiar brink. Their captive held captive by an angled, eerily familiar stroke cried out. "KT, my gawd, what you doing here!"

  "Helping Yolanda teach yo disrespectful self a lesson."

  "Please, tell her I'm sorry! This is too much. I can't stop cumming! It’s killing me!"

  Yolanda climbed back on the bed. Massaging her captive's buttocks, she squeezed her middle finger into her anus. Every time KT's length nearly relinquished their captive's womanhood, she pressed her finger to their captive's anal depths. Strokes synchronized as one they flung their sobbing prisoner into multiple orgasms so closely aligned, they morphed into one explosive, eternity-long orgasm.

  Honey, filming the raunchy intercourse, zoomed onto the orgasm nectar trickling along KT's manhood. On the cusp of nirvana, he withdrew. Pulling Honey close, he rapidly jerked his length. Howling climatically, he soaked her camcorder lens with his fierce ejaculation.

  Exhausted and sexually awash. After two-plus hours bound to the headboard, their captive was finally freed—reeducated. The woman was ordered to keep the blindfold in place. With a glass tilted upon her lips, she savored white wine coursing into her mouth. Her parched throat was soothed. She was taken into strong, manly arms. Her head resting on a firm, masculine chest, she was comforted by a familiar heartbeat. She quickly succumbs to an orgasm-exhausted hibernation.

  Sometime later, images of being devoured by a giant, fire-breathing dragon flooded Their captive’s psyche. Stirred awake, she finally removed her blindfold. Groggily, she spied a large, dark blur tugging on her big toe. To her left, Yolanda & Honey slept in each other's arms. Quietly, she was helped out of bed. Given her halter-top and panties, she followed the dark blur into the living room. She caressed his chin, smooched his mouth then said. "You know you interrupted a good dream."

  KT asked. "Maxine, what you do to get re-educated this time?"

  She dropped her head. "You might laugh at me."

  "Tell me anyway."

  "I was playing with myself and accidentally called somebody else name out. Now, I gotta question... who kicked the shit out of you?"

  “I picked a fight witta bullfighter and bulldozed.” KT took her face in his hands. His tongue coursing along her lips, he surrendered to her a sensual kiss. “You better say it was my name you messed up and called out.”

  “Why should I?” Maxine challenged him.

  “Feed my ego, or the blindfold and handcuffs coming back."

  She led him down to the sofa. "I heard you ask Honey why she doesn’t sneak away with you.”

  "Didn't I tell you more than once about being so selfish?"

  Maxine stood between his legs. Allowing him to remove her panties, she held firm against his light kisses to her womanhood. Maxine spread her legs. Pressing his face deeper into her honeypot, she purred. "KT, you love your new girlfriend?"

  Taken aback, he eyed her earnestly. "You love me?"

  She shrugged. "If Yolanda would let me, I probably would." She kneeled in front of him and collapsed his boxers. She marveled at his stoned, fully erect manhood. It’s firm, dark chocolate thickness. Bulging, warm blood-filled veins. Suckling, the stout, mu
shroomed helmet, she sampled his pre-cum.

  KT, overwhelmed by the magnificence of her warm, moist mouth bobbing upon his manhood, led her onto his lap.

  Maxine straddled him, cowgirl. Her snug loins accepting his towering masculinity; they held each other close then rolled over. Together they studied KT’s dark pubic hairs intertwining with her lightly trimmed reds courtesy of his complete embedment.

  Maxine tensed. A chill fell over her. Hurriedly, she pushed KT out of her. She leaped from the sofa.

  Yolanda snatched her by the arm. Her open palm slamming into Maxine's face, she threw her to the carpet. "What I keep telling you about doing what the fuck you want! In my fucking house! Bitch, you tripping!" She pounced.

  KT quickly snatched Yolanda back, causing her kick to whiz past a sobbing Maxine’s face. “Slim Goodie, what type of shit you into!"

  "This bitch knows she doesn’t fuck without my say so! Since she wanna do what she wants, she takes what comes with it!"

  "Say whatever your ass want, but you not whooping her ass. Not while I'm standing here."

  Yolanda threw a lightning-fast right-left combination. Her punches deflected; she was slung against the wall. Struggling to push KT aside, she blasted. "You need to mind your own fucking business! Maxine belongs to me, not you!"

  An emerging Samantha interjected. "Yolanda, please take a couple of deep breaths and count to twenty... please. You still feel like kicking her teeth in. I'm sure KT won't stop you."

  Everyone watched Yolanda storm off.

  KT helped Maxine back to her feet. Unable to wipe away her coursing tears, he just held onto her. "If you scared to be here, you can come stay with me until Yolanda calms down."

  Maxine snatched away from him. "You just made everything worse."

  KT, taken aback by the accusation, watched a fast emerging Yolanda storm back into the living room.

  She gave Samantha one of two digital camcorders then tossed KT a tube of KY gel. Yolanda slung Maxine back to the carpet. Impervious to her tearful apology, she brought her camcorder into focus. "A'ight bitch... you like to fuck him behind my back well, he about to fuck yours." She snatched KT by his arm and said, "You wanna keep doing business with me... rip this disrespectful bitch a new one."

  KT eyed the irate Yolanda. He weighed assuming the role of punisher against the sight of a sobbing Maxine on the carpet, curled into a submissive knot. She wept in utter terror of Yolanda's wrath. A part of him wanted to rescue her. Another part of him wanted to see how far he could take Maxine into domination.

  KT positioned the sobbing Maxine on her knees & elbows, then kissed her spine. He pulled her hair, forced her into an aggressive kiss, and then pressed her face into the carpet. He lubricated his index finger with the KY gel then eased it into her anus. Maxine’s internal cringe pulsed against his finger. He lubricated his semi-erect manhood. He arched her back and raised her hips.

  Samantha held her digital camcorder against her face. She kneeled alongside the couple on the floor. Filming KT slowly stroking himself to full erection, she narrated. "This is what we call schooling a bitch on how to always respect the queen."

  Maxine’s earlobe kissed; she wept from KT licking between her butt-cheeks. Her womanhood smooched; she tensed from her butt-cheeks being spread apart. Clawing the carpet, she cringed from the singe of his thick, lubricated manhood squeezing into her tiny anus. Her snug, inexperienced anal muscles warring to expel the stoned invader, she cried out. "Yolanda, please, it hurts!"

  Yolanda jeered. "Yo ass should've thought about that before you disrespected me in my damn house."

  KT set a calm, short stroking pace. Delving Maxine's backside, he marveled at the way her plump, vanilla crème butt-cheeks tightened with his ever-intensifying plunge.

  Yolanda noticed Maxine's tormented cry morphing into a blend of pain & ecstasy. She signaled readiness.

  KT, controlling Maxine’s waist, swayed the screaming beauty against his anal stroke so fierce, he nearly withdrew, only to slam further home. Her agonizing cry mesh with his howl. Succumbing to ultimate nirvana, he finally withdrew. KT’s manhood centimeters away from her anus, the camcorders captured him spraying semen inside her anus, along her butt-crack.

  Maxine, sexually annihilated, was helped back to her feet. Onto her wobbly legs, cradled in his arms, she wept into his chest.

  KT wiped her tears. Kissing her tear-slick lips, he said. "My bad for getting you in trouble."

  "YOU enjoyed hurting me!"

  "A little bit. Now, do you forgive me, or do I gotta do it again?"

  Yolanda sat her camcorder aside and pried Maxine from his caring embrace. "You see why I let KT enjoy you sometimes. He knows how to follow orders. Even when he disapproves, he knows Yolanda's will is the law. Because he knows how to follow orders, I allow you to sneak around with him. So, don't ever think I don't know what my bitches do when they think I'm not looking."

  Maxine wiped her tears. "I'm sorry for having sex with him behind your back." She was flung into a long, impassioned, all-is-forgiven kiss. She treasured her Yolanda squeezing her tender buttock. Hobbling away, she followed Samantha into the kitchen.

  KT put his boxers on and broke the brief silence. "Slim Goodie, what they about to do?"

  "Make us all breakfast." Yolanda took a seat. "With everything that's happened so far, don't you think now would be the opportune time to step away from the hand-to-hand trapping and finally hustle like you’re supposed to?"

  “If you say so, supreme leader." KT, conceding to her authoritative glare, sighed. "Yo ass, don't control me like you think you do."

  "But I do control you." She countered. "A lot of the ills other hustlers have to deal with, you don't because you can rely on me. I set you apart from the competition. That's a luxury I can take away at any time. Think about that next time you decide to get Maxine to do some disrespectful bullshit."

  KT playfully plucked her chin. "You might make things simple for me, but I do the same for you too. Now back to business... talk to me about two plates."

  "Two whole plates, about damn time. Now, several different prices are depending on the quality you want."

  "If it doesn't send the plucks to the moon, don't advertise it. At least not to me."

  "Spoken like a true hustler... Twenty-four per."

  "Too bad we don't do per." KT countered.

  Yolanda laughed. "You get a plate for twenty flat. Once your wholesale clientele is situated, I'll start matching every purchase. Agreed?" Her handshake accepted she gave him a soft kiss. “So, when do we start?"

  "First, let me pull your coat to this out-of-town blueberry Kush connect I stumbled onto. Maybe we both can take advantage."

  A man's success in business today turns upon his power

  of getting people to believe he has something they want

  -Gerald Stanley Lee 1913

  CHAPTER 9

  The buck stops here

  -Harry S. Truman 1884-1972

  University Apartments

  Lowery Road, Norfolk

  6 pm following Friday

  Two days ago, KT gave a visiting Alisha $26,000. Twenty-five thousand for the purchase, one thousand for incurred expenses. Ten hours later, he received word she made it back to Yemassee, South Carolina, without incident.

  KT locked himself inside his 1-bed hideaway apartment then barricaded the door. As promised, he found two Pioneer house speakers in the living room. Unscrewing both speaker boxes, he uncovered ten duct-tape wrapped packages. He placed one on the coffee table. His razor blade slicing through the material, he was greeted by an intense, tart fragrance. He glowed in appreciation of the abundance of blueberry Kush.

  KT emptied the cannabis from each package into jumbo Ziplock bags. Using a Pitney Bowes digital scale, he weighed the merchandise. As promised, he had precisely ten pounds.

  He split a cigarillo down the middle then emptied the tobacco. Next, he removed the ‘Cancer paper.’ KT lined the interior with some of his merchandise th
en rolled a modified blunt. Lighter flame set, his lungs were devoured by exotic, rich THC cannabis smoke. He nearly coughed up a lung. His brow was slick with perspiration. His breathing pattern slowly regained; he glowed, pondering what could be achieved thanks to Madam Jose.

  Like an ounce of cocaine, an ounce of marijuana weighs 28 grams. Sixteen ounces equals one pound. KT set his retail price at $15 per gram—five dollars cheaper than the regional· standard retail price. He stood to gross $420 per ounce. Multiplied by sixteen, for ounces per pound, his projected gross profit stood at... $6,720 per pound. Subtract the $2,500 per pound purchase price, his projected net profit... $4,220. Multiplied by the ten pounds, his projected total profit... $42,200.

  KT now needed two things: a location to distribute the merchandise and someone capable of managing the establishment.

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  Ingleside Apartments

  Trice Terrace, Norfolk

  9:45 pm

  A pleasant breeze complemented a perfect evening night. KT & Dynamo occupying their courtyard distribution hub, took turns servicing the near-constant influx of crack cocaine consumers. Standing alongside the courtyard tree, KT used the lull in activity to lay out his business proposal to his friend.

  The police had an increased presence courtesy of the most recent gang shooting. The police were searching for Big Suge stemming from he & Hot Rod’s Hampton, Virginia robbery-homicide. KT felt it was time he & Dynamo retired their neighborhood hand-to-hand crack distribution for a more lucrative, less hazardous business.

  Dynamo gave the proposal his undivided attention. For agreeing to manage the day-to-day aspects of the distribution operation, per $6,720 grossed per pound, he would keep $1,500. The remaining $5,220 goes to KT. Whom bearing all expenses and inherit risk made it crystal clear he expected $5,220. Any losses incurred comes out of Dynamo’s end.

  Dynamo accepted KT’s modified cigarillo. Taking a deep drag, his lungs were assaulted by high-potency cannabis smoke. He nearly coughed up a lung—his brow was slick with perspiration. Utterly flabbergast, he asked. "Fam, this what you trying to trap?"