Free Trickery by Noire

and back in stride. She balled up in a knot and protected her face, and she winced as Pluto threw a flurry of haymakers at her exposed arms and legs.
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, niggah ! she thought as his fury exploded and he took his rage and frustration out on her. Keeping her chin tucked, she rolled left and right as he swung his feet and fist wildly and beat the shit outta her until he was winded and his anger was finally spent.
    Monique waited patiently until he had stopped swinging, and then she pleaded with him from her knees. “You ain’t gotta beat me like this, Daddy!” she beseeched him with fake tears falling from her eyes. She clutched at his ankles, and then his knees, and then she rose up a little bit and clutched at Pluto’s belt buckle.
    “Mo-Mo is sorry,” she meowed like a sweet kitten as she massaged his joint through his pants. She looked up at him through soft, adoring eyes as she threw her femininity down on him and appealed to his masculine nature. “You know your baby didn’t mean no harm,” she cooed as she expertly undid his belt and his zipper and went to work on his love muscle like it was the prettiest one she had ever seen.
    Above her, Pluto was still breathing hard from exertion, but Monique had no trouble detecting the moment he went from winded to wanting. Manipulating his hardening dick in her expert hands, she had his joint standing up nice and tall in no time, and even though the foul stench coming off his ass smelled like he hadn’t touched a drop of water in about ten days, Monique jumped on his greasy dick and gobbled it up like that grimy thang was made of pure gold.
    “Yeah,” she whispered as she planted tiny kisses up and down his thick shaft. She reached down into his pants and cupped his nuts, cringing at the disgusting sensation of his stubbly ball hairs raking across her palm.
    Wiggling his hips, Pluto shook his baggy pants off until they sailed down to the floor and fell around his feet like a deflated balloon. He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his drawers, and backing off slightly so Monique would lose her suction grip on his dick, he peeled his tighty-whities down over his plump thighs and pushed them below his knees.
    Monique tried to moan, but that shit came out like a gag and a groan. The crusty disaster staring up at her from the crotch of Pluto’s drawers almost made her go blind, but unless she wanted this niggah to really bust her ass, she knew better than to let him catch wind of her disgust.
    Monique stayed on her knees sucking his dick for a long-ass time. It was like that niggah was deliberately holding on to his nut. Every time she got him in a grip and a motion that she just knew would make him blow his load, Pluto would push her off and make her change her rhythm and position so she would have to get his arousal built up all over again.
    When he finally got tired and had to sit his fat ass down in a chair, Mo was happy as hell and she promptly obeyed him when he told her to back her big ass up and ride him motorcycle-style. She climbed on and rode that funky niggah like a jockey, and when he finally thrust his thumb up her asshole and shot his wad off in her pussy, she sighed with relief and squeezed her thighs on him real tight, milking every ounce of liquid from his balls.
    As soon as he caught his breath, Pluto pushed Monique off of him and she sank down to her knees on the floor. She didn’t even look up when he stomped angrily into the bathroom and slammed the door, instead she just sat there and listened to the sound of his putrid farts and his fat turds of shit plopping into the toilet bowl.
    Climbing slowly to her feet, Monique picked up her cell phone from the floor and then looked in the mirror to inspect the damage that he had put on her body. Her arms were welting up with fat purple bruises, and her legs felt like she had run a marathon, but her smile was bright and her face was untouched.
    Mission accomplished ! she thought, giggling