The Case for Monogamous Piggery: Part I

I walk into a convenience store. They got so many of those here in San Francisco. I walk into a convenience store and there's this sixteen year-old. Dark skin, latina complexion, and thick. Thick ass, thick thighs, thick still-ripening titties poking out of her tube top. Smooth creamy skin. You get the picture? I'm pretty tall, over 200lbs., so I don't usually get trouble from anyone, only the real crazies. Baby girl has a man with her but he's smaller than me, gives me a glance but I'm not afraid to look at the girl he's with. I'm a respectful man...

I think it was the sight of her bursting out of that top and out of those jeans that made something in me snap. I point my finger at her and all the world drops dead. Suddenly I am a sultan, a king in my desert palace, sitting on a pillow throne in a huge tent made of thick colorful finely woven strands. Inside my tent there is hanging silk and plush carpet so thick it curls around my toes. She is there sitting in front of me. She has pleased men before but she has never been abused. Her first time was only nine months ago with her seventeen year-old boyfriend. And even that first time, her body had caught fire.

I saw all of that as she sat naked before me in my tent palace. Her lips were thick and waiting. I enter her from behind, her thick ass pressing against my hips as we begin to move...

I open my eyes and Keisha is knelt before me with my cock in her mouth. I am stoned out of my mind. I have just come back to reality. Keisha sits up and smiles. Her hand is still massaging my cock. My eyes caress her perfect body, from the insides of her thighs, their smooth white flesh, to the tight triangle of her hips...