My Hustler's Keeper by Larissa

Author:Larissa [Larissa]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: United States, Urban, African American, Genre Fiction, Literature & Fiction
Amazon: B00RKH7V94
Publisher: Sullivan Production, LLC / Leo Sullivan Presents
Published: 2015-01-08T05:00:00+00:00

My Hustler’s Keeper

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JOE

“May the congregation please stand for prayer?”

“Our father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come, thy will be done, on earth as it is in Heaven. Give us this day, our daily bread. And forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. For thine is the kingdom, the power and the glory forever and ever. Amen,” they recite together.

“Today God spoke to me. He spoke to me and said, Joe, my son it’s time for you to stop lying and tell the truth. And I asked, father what lie have I ever told? I thought I was preaching what you wanted me to.” I pause for a second, looking into the crowd then continues to speak.

“He told me lying is a sin and that it wouldn’t hurt to speak the truth. The message for today I’m trying to say is God hates liars. He knows before we know. So if you’re lying just tell the truth. It’s easy to tell a li’l white lie, but it’s refreshing to speak the truth.”

“Amen!” the congregation shouts.

“Now as always the first Sunday, we’re ending early. But before you go, I’d like for you to remember the lies you tell and ask God for forgiveness. Church is dismissed. We’ll join again tomorrow.”

Within a matter of minutes the church is empty. I start to pace around thinking of the girl in the back and how it will feel to be inside of that. That is soon interrupted by a text message coming in from Mary.

“Emergency at home. Come quick,” she texts.

Okay, on the way, I reply back.

“After I get some pussy,” I say out loud, laughing as I make my way down the basement stairs.

“Please don’t kill me,” she says as I snitch the duct tape from over her mouth.

“Ain’t anybody going kill you,” I tell her. “That is if you do what I say.”

“And what’s that?”

“Drop them drawers,” I reply back, laughing. She stares at me with a confused look, as raindrop tears fall freely from her eyes. “You wanna live and I need some pussy.”

“Please don’t do this Joe,” she begs, but her cries are falling on mute ears.

“So if you know what’s best for you and how to come out of this situation alive, I’ll get to dropping them panties and fast.”

“I’m not trying to die. Please Joe.”

“Drop them panties and fast.”

“What about the other guy?” she asks.

“Who, Malik? What about him?”

“Yes, him. Do I have to do him too?” she asks through tears.

“He ain’t looking for anything wet to slide up in but I am,” I tell her.

I step out of my pants and pull my T-shirt over my head, leaving only my boxers on. I step closer towards her. I then lay her shaking body on the cold floor, and spreading her legs, I enter.

“Damn, I like it tight,” I tell her, going deeper.

Her body moves fast under me while the tears run freely down her face.

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