Maintenance Man Demands Bussy - FLASH FICTION

“You’re all set,” declared the light-brown maintenance man.
“Thank you,” shrieked the rich mocha-domplected apartment dweller.
“So how long you been gay?”
“Excuse me?!?”
“How long you been gay? I ain’t stutter.”
“Uhhhhh. Why ask me that.”

“Because I wanna fuck that faggit ass,” he shared.
“You’re out of line.”

“Don’t get me wrong. I think you’re beautiful. Plus you answered the door wearing hot pink leggings and make up and shit. I like slim women and you’re built just like one. I promise I got a big dick.”

“What’s your name,” the renter scoffed.
“It’s Dee. I ain’t mean no offense.”
“I’m Prancer. I just like to know who’s dick I’m sucking.”
“Hell yeah!”

Prancer fell to his knees and pulled out a ginormous cock. “Oh no,” he lamented.
“I told you it’s big. Let me see what that mouth do!”

Prancer was a good sissy, struggling to suck it until Dee announced he had to go soon.

“Toot that ass up on the couch real quick.”

Prancer displayed his taut booty with excitement.

Dee smacked it and licked the brown hole. He angled his manhood and pressed into Prancer’s secret garden.

“Oh my god,” whined Prancer. “It’s so big!”
“I know. Just breathe boo. Yo’ boipussy feel so good.”
“Thank you!”

Nine pumps was all it took because Prancer was moaning and squirming.

“Dammit, faggit! You owe me some more ass because you made me nut fast. Can I come back when I get off?”

“What time?”

“Five.”