Free Gate Wide Open by M. T. Pope Page B

to fix her shit.
    I tied her hands behind her back. I noticed her eyes peeking at my dick as it hung out of my pants. I should fuck her ass to show her that the stereotype about black men was true . But, again, I couldn’t get past her ugly-ass mug.
    I put tape over her mouth, making sure she didn’t say a peep, and focused my attention back on my old fuck buddy, who was balled up on the bed with his back toward the headboard.
    I walked over to him and waved my now limp dick in his face. “You remember this?”
    His ass played dumb and looked the other way, like he didn’t want it, so I smacked him with my gun, letting him know it wasn’t a request.
    As he hesitantly scooted over to me, his wife was watching the whole time, her eyes bugging out of their sockets.
    â€œThere you go,” I said as I eased my meat in his mouth.
    He latched on to my dick, like a newborn to its mother’s supple breast, and started going crazy sucking my dick.
    I glanced over at his wife to see what she was doing. Her ugly ass was crying as she watched her husband pleasure me. “Yeah, bitch, this is what we did all the time at the office. Betcha didn’t know he was a faggot when you married him, did you?”
    I pushed his head closer to me, so he could swallow me whole. My eyes rolled back into my head, showing how pleased I was with his work. I could hear muffled cries from his wife, but continued to ride his face.
    Then I roughly pushed him away, making him fall back on the bed again. “Get on all fours! I’ma tear that ass up!”
    He did as instructed.
    I strapped on a raincoat and forcefully pushed my dick in his waiting ass. He pushed back like a pro and started riding me like a bull at a rodeo.
    His wife, by this time, had passed out cold. I guess she couldn’t handle me fucking her man.
    I fucked him for a good twenty minutes. She woke up sometime during the show, but this time she watched her husband devour dick like a homeless man who hadn’t eaten in days in a soup line.
    â€œYou like what you see?” I said, directing my attention to her.
    She just stared like she was in a trance of some sort.
    I turned back to her husband and began smacking his ass and grinding my dick in him harder.
    â€œOh, yeaah,” he moaned, throwing discretion to the wind.
    His ass was enjoying it, and it seemed like he didn’t care that his wife was there.
    I was nearing my climax, so I pulled out my man meat and let his mouth do the rest of the work. I came in his mouth, and he swallowed it like it was a protein shake.
    â€œAll right, my turn,” I said as he stood up and started massaging his own meat.
    I went to work on his dick, and he was loving it. He leaned his head back, and his mouth flung open as he let out pleasured moans.
    As he moaned, I reached down in one of my pants pocket and pulled out my serrated Rambo knife.
    His wife now thrashed about as if she knew she was about to witness her husband’s demise.
    â€œAh!” he screamed as my knife cut through his dick like I was cutting fresh bread.
    Blood splattered the walls and bed, and there was a big gaping hole where his dick used to be. Lorena Bobbit would be proud of me. It was a clean cut. He thrashed around like a headless chicken.
    â€œYou thought I was coming back just to get me some ass, muthafucka? Didn’t you? You thought you could snitch on me and have my ass sent up river for ten years and get away with it? This payback for all the years I rotted in that jailhouse, you fuckin’ asshole! I treated your ass good. And I know you loved this dick I have.” I still had his dick in my hand, waving it in the air, as I ranted and raved around the room.
    I walked over to his wife and pulled the tape off her mouth.
    â€œPlease don’t hurt me! Please! I promise I won’t say a thing. Please, sir! Please! Do what you want with him, but please let me be! I didn’t love him anyway. Please just