ANYTHING 4 PROFIT (ANYTHING FOR PROFIT) by Justin Amen Floyd Read Free Book Online Page A

“Bust that nut in me, daddy. I wanna feel it up in my guts.”
      As soon as she said that, Twan released his load inside of her. When she felt his penis softening, Meka caressed him and cooed, “Now let’s go upstairs, so I can get you back hard, daddy.”                                                                                                      
                 After he caught his breath, Meka grabbed his hand and led him up the stairs to the master bedroom. As he ascended the lavish carpeted steps behind her, Twan could see his sticky semen sliding down her inner thighs.
                  Once inside the bedroom, Meka dropped to her knees and began giving Twan some brain.  She used techniques she had seen in a few porno movies.  She worked on his dick slowly, licking it and kissing it, all the while inhaling the musty scent of his sweaty balls.  Seeing that it was taking him a minute to get back up, she decided to try a different strategy.  She took Twan’s meat out of her mouth, and positioned herself behind him, while still on her knees.  She spit saliva into her right hand, and then Meka did something she had never done before.  She placed her face between Twan’s buttocks, and started licking his asshole, simultaneously using her hand full of spit to jack him off.  She felt him jump with surprise, but she could tell he liked it.
     Twan would have never let her put anything up his ass, but he had to admit he liked the rim job Meka was giving him.  In fact, it was driving him crazy. In seconds, he was hard again, and ready to bust before he knew it. 
    Meka could tell he was close to the edge, so she worked her hand even faster. She still had her face buried between his ass cheeks, tornado tongue twirling his hole. The tickling sensation was driving him mad. That nigga had his toes curled. 
    “Goddamn, Meka, you killin’ me, girl!” Twan yelled.
    Meka stopped working his shaft, and gently squeezed his balls. That pushed him over the edge.  Spurts of semen skeeted wildly from his dick.  Twan closed his eyes, and mumbled Meka’s name over and over again, like he was in a trance.  Damn, no woman had ever made him feel that way. He wanted to marry that girl. 
                Just then, two masked figures came through the bedroom door brandishing black pistols that matched their attire. Meka pretended to be too afraid to scream.  Eyes wide with horror, she jumped up and grabbed a sheet, attempting to cover her naked body.
        Twan was still in a daze, and physically weak from all the sex.  He didn’t even notice the intruders, until one of them smacked him on the back of the head with his pistol. “Yo Twan, what’s up, my nigga?”                                                                         
                  The force of the blow made Twan spin around.  He was greeted by two faceless figures, both pointing pistols at his melon. Twan stared into the seemingly infinite holes of the barrels, and was paralyzed with fear.  His bowels loosened, and his stomach emptied right there.  Loose, hot shit traveled down his legs, and embarrassed him even more in front of Meka.  The stench of his feces quickly permeated the bedroom.  Twan’s weakened legs gave out on him, and he fell back onto the bed.  Everything happened so fast, he didn’t know what to do, or say.
                 “Goddamn, nigga! You done shit on yo’self?!” asked one of the masked assailants rhetorically.  “Look here, Twan, we gon’ make this shit real simple, ‘cause I swear to God I ain’t tryna be smellin’ yo’ shitty ass all night! I’ma ask you some questions, and I want some honest answers, dig? All we want is the paper, nigga. We get that, and you live. We don’t,