[DIRECTOR'S DEAL]
Wellie just did his usual thing that morning. He woke up, brushed his teeth, took a bath, wore his briefs. He went to the kitchen to check the refrigerator. He prepared his breakfast in his undies like he always did in the morning.
It had been seven days since his girlfriend had left him.
For the past two years, he offered his apartment to the girl that he loved. They cohabitated. He handled all the bills while she was busy wasting time auditioning her fake talent for acting.
One night, he came home from work earlier than usual and he caught his girlfriend getting fucked by one of the casting directors.
Wellie was not an unattractive fellow. He took care of his body. But the dark skinned, muscular man still got his way with the disloyal girlfriend.
Wellie cast his girlfriend out of his home. He was still enraged.
After eating the french toast that he made, he gargled. He went back up to his room.
He was surprised to see the casting director inside his room. He was wearing black mesh briefs and drinking a cup of coffee.
Wellie bellowed, "what the fuck?! What are you-- how did you get in here?!"
His ex girlfriend was standing in a corner in lingerie. She was smirking.
Wellie's face crumpled, "I thought I told you that I never want to see you again?!"
"I know babe. But before we separate. Can I ask one last favor?" she said nonchalantly, "my bisexual casting director wants to fuck with you. That's our deal so that he can cast me into this major movie."
Wellie was angered, "no! I am straight and my ass isn't for you to negotiate with!"
The casting director held his arms tightly and said, "except she actually already did. And I am going to get my end of the deal."
"Noooo!" Wellie squirmed as he attempted to resist the mandhandling of the bodybuilder that held him down.
The man was able to remove his briefs and bend him over. The director pressed him on the bed and covered his mouth.
Then he felt a hard cock slice into his hole, "yesss so tight!"
Wellie was shrieking helplessly. He could not fight back against his attacker.
His ex went in front of him and touched his face, "gawd babe. You look so sexy now that you're being fucked like that."
"Damn you bitch! You'll pay for this!" Wellie squealed, "you fuck-- FUCK SHIT!"
"You like that bitch boy?!" the director asked.
"Agh oh my gaaawd. Keep slamming ugh hit that!" Wellie growled. His g-spot got activated.
The director continued thrusting while whispering in his ear, "oh you one fine bitch boy. I'm gonna cast you to. Gay porn. I'm gonna let black boys gang bang you."
Before he could retort, Wellie groaned, "No-- please! Yes please! Fuck me!
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