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“How about another drink girls?” We walked back to the square full of people drinking and showing-off their strange outfits, and got the drinks and watched the world go by. We all agreed that Ibiza is 2 different towns with 2 different sets of people; the day people and the night people. Zoe wanted to go on to a club but Kate was feeling tired, probably because of a little too much alcohol, so we got a taxi back to the marina where the girls stripped and gave me my clothes back before they went back to their boat and I went to daddy’s. I was in my sophomore year at college, one of the most prestigious schools in the country and licking excited about returning to school after the summer break. I came indian from a small town just outside of Denver and I had a whole plan to make a boat load of money this year. Since weed was legal in Denver all I had to do was get my friend with Anxiety to help me stock up on legal weed products. That mixed with my chemistry major put in me in a great place to make various weed products to distribute. I drove across country with my car full of stuff for the house I would be living in and weed stuffed into various places. The semester started off and word got around that not only did I have good weed, but that I was a solid chef in making pot edibles. They maid called me the Chef! I was on the club swim team and all the swimmers bought off me. My role as the Chef would get me in trouble. My university was in a seed city, not exactly the safest city and I was trying to be the big pot dealer on campus, some of the locals that relied on that business didn’t take to kindly. This is where the trouble starts. One day I get a text asking for an order of pot brownies from someone I had sold to already. Him and his boys were hanging out at a friend’s house and he wanted me to drop them off. He gave me the address and it seemed close enough, this was my big mistake. I rolled up to a neighborhood I should have thought twice about, bodega around the corner, people handing out on stoops eyeing me, a liquor store with iron bars in the window. My inexperienced mind didn’t think twice, I texted him I was outside and he said to come in, another big mistake. I walked into the house, it smelled of cigarettes and weed already, a multifamily house. Trey was sitting on the couch playing xbox with a few big black dudes. He instructed me to sit on the couch, I was fairly intimidated and realized this might have been a bad idea. When he finished the game, he told me to follow him, we left the unit he was in and we walked up the stairs to another apartment. This time all the people were older, bigger black dudes eyeing me and a few women that were fairly attractive sitting around smoking. I followed him toward the bedroom where it sounded like two people were having sex, he opened the door and surely enough this black dude was railing out a chick doggy style. I quickly backed away and blurted out sorry, the guy fucking laughed and said get in the room. It was at that moment I knew I was screwed. Trey told me to sit down on the couch in the bed room, “Mike this is Andy the white boy selling weed at the university.” I was confused, afraid and turned on all at the same time. Mike blurted out “Andy, Andy my man, selling mother fucking week up in my spot!” I started to apologize and it 69 all hit me why I pussy was here. “Andy, shut the fuck up! I’m going to do the fucking and the talking here, since you been doing the fucking already!” I turned pale white and was shaking. Mike just kept pumping away as he fucked this chick hard, she was moaning in pure extasy with each stroke, her moans muffled by the bed. “Now Andy, since you ass has been selling weed, a time of year that is rather profitable has become a loss for me and I couldn’t figure out why the fuck these colleges bitches aint smoking weed no more. So, I sent Trey in to figure out at one of your school’s frat parties and I come to find some little white boy fucking my shit up, so it’s time I fuck your shit up! Andy, do I look like a guy who fucks around? Do I look like a bitch?” I muster a weak no. “I am glad we are clear on that Andy, so here’s what we are going to do, you got two choices, me an all my boys out there beat the fuck out of you, steal all your weed and if we catch you selling again, I’m have to kill you and anyone you hold close. The second option is you become my bitch and sell for me, anything you sell you give back to me and I decide what cut you get, how do those options sound?” He said smiling at me while still fucking this chick like an animal. “The second option sir.” I managed to say. “Come over here white boy, what is the second option?” “Be your bitch and sell weed for you sir!” “Dame right it is bitch, now come take a look at this dicking, you see them long stroke Shelia be taking up her ass, that shits impressive white boy isn’t it? Any idea how long this cock is?” he said while making me come around to see he pound Shelia doggy style. Cindy begged as she almost reached orgasm while the tattoo needle bore down on her flesh near her clit. It was slightly salty and had a odd bleach type odor to it. “Can we do it like the last time?” She asked sheepishly. All it took was that little nudge. Had to be (weak. My only request was that I get to watch her change into them on her school days. The girl blushed and her eyelids fluttered. Seeing her lying there in the leaves, completely naked with the sun shining on her breasts, I was starting to get aroused. He’d turned away from her, and he’d felt her hurt when he did. We’d only have to extend our necks to kiss. “Are you really going to make me say it?” Grace asked, looking at her feet. “Mother?” I asked, stumbling down a hallway. I’ll just maid be back later today with a check to purchase all three vehicles,” I say to her. Early the next morning I was awoken to both Jacki and pussy Sid cuddling up on each side of me. I was expecting the curious pair and was delighted to have them kissing me and pushing their bare chests against me. Both were nude 69 indian and I felt their heated pubic mounds pressing into my hips as they wriggled and squirmed on me. They both laid claim to my morning wood and held and stroked my rod gently. Also during that time it was licking agreed upon that I would But there she was when I left the bank looking for a light for her cigarette. I could see he was breathing heavily. The lady, who turned out to be the manager, wanted to know more. "BoneAppleTea. Layla had already guzzled down what seemed like five gallons of cum, and more seed covered her hair, forehead, nose, cheeks, chin, and yes, even her breasts, until they gleamed with a slimy sheen.