Flo Rida
checked his Rolex watch for the umpteenth time.
It read: 12:30AM. “Where is he?”
He thought to himself, not for the first time tonight. He was about to go back into the studio when
he heard “BEEP BEEP!”. Flo Rida turned
and saw a black BMW. He walked over to
the car. The windows were tinted, so he
couldn’t see inside. Then, suddenly, the
windows rolled down. LL Cool J stuck his
head out the window. “Are you ready for
this?” LL asked. “Yea.” Flo Rida
said. “Alright,” LL said. “Then, get
in.” LL opened the passenger side door
and Flo Rida got in. “Where are we
going?” Flo Rida asked. “To fulfill your
sexual fantasies about me.” LL said, with a wink and a smile. Flo Rida started to grin from ear to
ear. He couldn’t wait for his fantasy
scenario to begin.
Twenty
minutes later, They arrived at the “Playroom”.
“What are we doing here?” Flo Rida asked. “Remember how you said you had a cop fantasy
about me?” LL asked. Flo Rida grinned at
the thought. “Well, we are gonna fulfill that fantasy in here.” They walked into the building. After about ten minutes, “I’m here to pick up
Tramar Dillard.” LL said. The captain
came from behind the desk and said, “Follow me.” He followed the captain to another room. Flo Rida was dressed in a Versace suit with
alligator shoes. “Be careful with this one.
He’s a real tough hombre.” LL walked
over to Flo Rida. “Stand up.” He said.
“I’ve got to put these cuffs on you.”
Flo Rida did as he was told. LL
slapped the cuffs on him. “Let’s go.” LL
lead Flo Rida to the elevator. “Once we
step through these doors, the fantasy begins.”
The two men
stepped inside and closed the door. The
room was painted gray. It had a mirror
on one side of the room. There was also
a metal table and metal chair. “Sit
down.” “I ain’t gotta do shit, pig.” Flo
Rida said. “He’s really getting into
character.” LL said to himself. He walked over to Flo Rida, nose to nose, and
said, “You’ll do as I say.” “When you gonna
take these cuffs off me, pig?” Flo Rida asked defiantly. LL slapped Flo Rida in the face. “The name is officer Smith.” LL said, with a
wink. Flo Rida looked at LL. “Yes, officer Smith.” Flo Rida said. “Now, I’ll take off those cuffs.” LL said. “First
I gotta search you. Get against the
wall.”
Flo Rida
slowly walked over to the wall. LL
pushed him forward and said, “Hurry up.
I don’t have all day.” Flo Rida
got to the wall. As soon as he got
there, he felt LL’s big, strong hands all over his body. He almost came on himself right then and
there. LL took out a pocket knife from
his policeman’s belt. “What are you
gonna do with that?” Flo Rida asked, sounding a little scared. “Just don’t move and you won’t have to worry
about it.” LL said menacingly. LL
started cutting off Flo Rida’s three-piece suit. He started with the jacket. He slit it from the back, splitting it in
two. “Why did you have to go and do
that?” Flo Rida asked. “I was gonna go to dinner tonight.” “Keep talking and you may be going home with
this lodged up your ass.” LL said, grinding up against Flo Rida. Flo Rida wasn’t sure if LL meant his dick, or
the pocket knife. LL tore the jacket off
Flo Rida’s back. Then he went to work on
the dress shirt. Pretty soon, Flo Rida’s
jacket and dress shirt were in shreds in a corner. LL licked his lips when he saw Flo Rida’s
bare chest. He tried to keep his
composure. “Be patient. Good things come to those who wait.” He
thought to himself. He went to grab at
Flo Rida’s belt, but Flo Rida tried to squirm away. “Stop squirming.” LL warned. He unbuckled the belt and tore it from Flo
Rida’s body. Flo Rida really tried to
struggle now. He knew what might happen
if LL managed to get his pants off. He
was struggling so hard, he fell to the ground.
Luckily, LL was able to grab him and slow down his fall, so he didn’t
hurt himself.
“Thanks for
making it so much easier for me.” LL said with a sneer. He pulled off Flo Rida’s shoes and dress
socks. “You’re almost ready for your interrogation.” Flo Rida tried desperately to scoot a away
from LL, but, because his hands were still handcuffed behind his back, getting
away was gonna be difficult. “Now, let’s
see what goodies you’re pants are hiding.”
LL straddled Flo Rida’s legs.
“Get off of me!” Flo Rida growled.
LL ignored Flo Rida, reached down and un buttoned his pants and yanked
them down and off. LL whistled loudly
when he saw the underwear Flo Rida was wearing.
It was a pair of black boxer briefs with red lips all over them. “Those are some sexy under wear you got
there.” LL said, grinning from ear to ear. “Too bad your gonna lose them in a
second.” He reached down and grabbed the
boxers from the back.
RRRRIIIIIIIPPPP! LL had torn the
boxers off with his bare hands. LL stood
up and looked down at Flo Rida. Flo Rida
was now naked and helpless. Yummy!
He turned
Flo Rida onto his stomach. Now that the
boxers were off, LL could get a good look at what they were hiding. Flo Rida’s ass looked plump and juicy. LL knelt down beside Flo Rida’s ass and
gently caressed his ass cheeks. “Get off
of me!” Flo Rida growled. He tried to
turn back over onto his back, but, LL refused to let him. LL straddled his back, making it impossible
for Flo Rida to turn, or even move at all.
He gave Flo Rida’s ass cheeks a healthy squeeze. Flo Rida tried, again, to get LL off of him,
but it was no use. LL just wouldn’t
budge. SLAP! LL’s hand slapped the shit outta Flo Rida’s
ass cheek. “OUCH!” Flo Rida
growled. SLAP! SLAP! He felt LL as he kept slapping him on
his ass, turning Flo Rida’s ass a few shades darker. “I just can’t wait to get up in this ass.” LL
said. Secretly, Flo Rida couldn’t wait
either. Just the thought made his dick
start to get hard.
LL cool J roughly turned Flo Rida
onto his back. He gently pinched Flo
Rida’s nipples. “Get.... Off..... Of....
Me!” Flo Rida tried to protest, LL ignored his protests. He continued to fondle Flo Rida’s
nipples. “Does that feel good?” LL
asked. Flo Rida bit his lip, trying to
be strong. It wasn’t working, however,
and LL knew it. “You don’t have to say a word.
Your dick is telling me all I need to know.” Flo Rida looked down at his ten-inch
monster. Sure enough, his dick was
standing at full attention. LL reached
down and started stroking Flo Rida’s dick.
“Mmmm.” Flo Rida moaned. While he
stroked Flo Rida’s dick with one hand, he started unbuttoning his police shirt
with the other. Flo Rida looked intently
as LL removed his shirt. Underneath his
shirt, LL was wearing a white wife beater.
Flo Rida couldn’t help but to admire LL’s muscles as they glistened in
the light. A gasp escaped his lips. LL continued to remove the rest of his
uniform. He took off the belt and
unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. He
let them fall to the floor. Flo Rida was
amazed at how muscular LL’s legs. “Now,
that’s just crazy.” He thought in disbelief.
LL was wearing a pair of leather bikini briefs. The last thing he removed was his socks and
shoes. “Now, you’re gonna suck on this
dick.” LL said. Flo Rida couldn’t
believe the size of LL’s dick. It was
the size of a damn beer can! Flo Rida
wasn’t sure if he could even get all of it in his mouth. He knew he had to try though. LL looked like he meant business! LL shoved his dick down Flo Rida’s throat.
“And, you’d better not bite me, neither.”
Flo Rida started sucking on LL’s humongous dick. “Yea, that’s it. Suck on this dick. Get it nice and wet.” Flo Rida nearly choked on LL’s big
snake. He gagged several times. LL grabbed Flo Rida from the back of his head
and forced him to swallow his dick down to his pubes. “Oh, yea, boy. That’s it.
Yea, suck this black New York dick.”
Slobber dripped from Flo Rida’s dick as he continued to get LL’s dick
wet and slick. “Good job, boy. You got a
really hot mouth. Now, give my balls a
tongue bath.” Flo Rida sucked on LL’s
balls until they were nice and wet. “Oooh,
Yea. That’s it. Make it nice and wet for me.” LL was in heaven! He had never had his dick sucked like this
before. “This feels damn good.” LL
thought to himself. “Now, get over the
table.” LL demanded. LL pushed Flo Rida
in the back, causing him to lean across the table. “I said move!” LL barked. “Don’t make me lose
my patience!”“Watch it, pig.” Flo Rida said defiantly. “Oh, you still have some fight in you, do
you?” LL said. “I got something for that.”
LL walked over to one corner of the room. Flo Rida could see a bag that that was
sitting on the floor. LL picked up the
bag and placed it on to the table. LL
started removing items from the bag. He
pulled out a paddle, a leather belt, and a vibrating dildo. “What are you gonna do with that?” Flo Rida
asked. “I think you know exactly what I’m
going to do with these things.” LL said
with a wicked smile. Flo Rida was a
little nervous. He was beginning to rethink
his fantasy!
LL looked at each item
carefully. He really wanted to make sure
he used each item to its full potential.
He decided to use the belt first.
“Hey, Mr. Dillard. I have a
question. When was the last time you got
a good ass whoopin’?” LL asked, smiling
evilly. “Oh hell no!” Flo Rida said
backing away from LL. He backed up
against the wall. “You ain’t touching me with that!” “Oh, I’mma do more than touch you with this.
Now, come here and take this ass whoopin like a good little boy!” Flo Rida looked every which way for an escape
route, but could find none. “Alright,
you win.” He walked over to LL. LL
helped him across the table. He lay
there waiting for his fate.
He didn’t have to wait too long. WHACK!
WHACK! WHACK! “OWWWW!” Flo Rida howled ass LL tore into his
ass as if he had really done something wrong.
WHACK! WHACK! “DAMN, Nigga! You’re tearing my ass up!” Flo Rida’s ass was on fire. “Just giving you the ass whoopin’ you
deserve.” LL said. “Besides, when my gets up in you, you’ll really know what
ass tearing is all about.”
LL put the belt away. He grabbed the paddle. It was wooden with metal pieces on one
side. He decided to use the side with
the metal. WHACK! Flo Rida’s eyes bulged out of his head. “FFUUCCKK!” He screamed. “Yea, that’s
it. SCREAM!” LL taunted. He was really enjoying himself now. WHACK!
WHACK! WHACK! LL looked at Flo Rida’s ass. It was now several shades darker. “I surrender.” Flo Rida said. “Please…No more!” “You gonna do as I say?” LL asked him,
grabbing him by the ear. “Yes.” Flo Rida
said softly. WHACK! “What did you say?” LL said. “I can’t hear
you?” “Yes!” Flo Rida said. WHACK!
“What was that?” LL
demanded. “Yes…SIR!” Flo Rida said,
finally. “Now, that’s a good boy.” LL
said. “I don’t want to have to remind you who’s in charge again!”
“I’m gonna take these cuffs off.” LL
said. “If you try to escape, you’ll regret it.”
He quickly took off the cuffs. Then
he roughly bent Flo Rida across the table.
He started playing with Flo Rida’s bubble butt, roughly squeezing his
cheeks. “Ouch!” Flo Rida hollered. “Shut up, man.” LL barked. “You know you like
this.” A truer statement was never
spoken. As LL kept manhandling his
booty, Flo Rida’s dick got harder and harder.
Flo Rida had to bite his lip to keep from crying out with ecstasy.
LL grabbed a chair and sat behind Flo
Rida. Then he buried his tongue deep in
Flo Rida’s ass, causing him to cry out. “OH
MY GOD!” He cried. Flo Rida’s body shivered
as LL’s tongue darted in and out of his ass. “Damn it, L!” SMACK!
LL’s hand stung Flo Rida’s tender ass cheeks. “Hush!” LL demanded. Flo Rida did his best to obey, but it wasn’t
easy. His body was experiencing
pleasures that he had never known. He
felt his dick getting rock hard. He
reached down and started stroking it. “Mmm.”
He moaned. Meanwhile, LL continued to
work over Flo Rida’s asshole with his tongue. “SHIT! DAMN!”
LL stopped for a moment. Flo Rida
thought he was done, so he tried to stand up.
“Where do you think you’re going?” LL asked menacingly, pushing Flo Rida
back across the table. “I’m not done with you yet.” He continued to tongue fuck Flo Rida’s ass
until…
“FUCK ME!” Flo Rida screamed. “I can’t
take any more! Please!” LL Chuckled devilishly. “Whatever you say.” LL said. “First, tell
daddy how you want it.” “Hard and rough.”
Flo Rida said, desperately. “Get on the table, on your back.” LL said. “I’m
gonna give you what you’ve been asking for.”
Flo Rida did exactly what he was told.
LL put Flo Rida’s massive legs over his shoulders as he drove his dick
up his asshole. “HOLY SHIT” was all Flo
Rida could say. “LL’s dick is the mother
fucking truth!” The deeper LL went, the
more Flo Rida felt it. When LL thought
that Flo Rida was comfortable with his dick inside him, the real fun began.
LL began to long stroke Flo Rida’s
ass, making him moan loudly. Flo Rida
bounced up and down on LL’s dick like he was riding a pogo stick. “Is that all you got, officer?” Flo Rida taunted. “No, that’s not all I got.” LL said. Then he slammed his dick deep up Flo Rida’s
ass. Flo Rida let out a gasp. “Oh damn, I’m in trouble now!” He thought.
Sure enough, he was very right about that. LL started to piston fuck Flo Rida. His slammed Flo Rida causing his body to
bounce up and down uncontrollably. “How
you like me now?” LL asked with a smirk on his face. Flo Rida had absolutely nothing to say. His body and mind were in total euphoria. “Play
with my nipples.” Flo Rida reached up
with both hands and started caressing and rubbing his nipples. This really made LL hot. He fucked Flo Rida even faster and
harder. The sex between the two men was
intense. Pretty soon, both men were
covered in sweat.
After about twenty minutes, Flo Rida
screamed, “I’M CUMMIN’!” Sure enough,
his dick unloaded like and AK-47. Seeing
Flo Rida cum like this made LL’s balls churn.
Pretty soon he was ready to cum.
He quickly pulled out of Flo Rida.
Then he straddled Flo Rida’s chest.
Before he knew what was going on, Flo Rida’s face was covered in
cum. LL got off the table. “Get up!” LL ordered Flo Rida. Flo Rida was still sore from being fucked
good, but he did his best to comply. LL
got a pair of shackles from under the table. “Give me your hands,” “Aren’t you gonna let me get dressed?” Flo
Rida. “NO!” LL barked. Flo Rida gave him his hands. LL put the shackles on Flo Rida’s wrists and
ankles. Then he put his own clothes
on. Then he took Flo Rida (still butt
naked) to a holding cell. Several “prisoners”
were waiting for their “cops”. LL led
Flo Rida to the middle of the room. He
looked up and saw a metal hook. LL tied
Flo Rida’s wrists above his head, to the hook.
He slapped Flo Rida on his ass and said, “He’s all yours fellas. Have fun.”
Then he walked out of the cell, leaving Flo Rida to the mercy of the “prisoners”.
THE END
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