Hip Hop Hoes Part 17

This is a work of erotic fiction.  It is not to be read by minors.  It may include acts of violent non-consensual homosexual sex between an adult and a teenager.  It may also contain racial slurs.  If you are offended by this kind of erotic fantasy, or if you may be unduly influenced by it, please search for something else to read for your personal erotic fictional entertainment. All publishing and reproduction rights are reserved by the author of this story.

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This story is not necessarily about anyone below the age of 18. It is up to the mind of the reader to fill in the details. 

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 “The black boys we hire to cut our music come straight from the urban streets,” explained Mr. Alfonso, a music industry executive as he ushered the young female journalist through the corridors of his building. Alfonso always felt a little uncomfortable dealing with young female journalists from the suburbs; he didn’t think they quite understood the raw passions of the city or the subtle rites of passage of the urban masculine culture.

“Women don’t understand the ritual of respect among inner-city males,” he would always say, “They don’t appreciate that respect has be earned; it’s not freely given.”

Kristy was no exception. She constantly tossed and fluffed her mane of blond hair as he escorted her around the building, as if she were more interested in showing off how much body her hair had than she was in learning about the latest promotional campaign of the entertainment industry. 

Whenever Kristy could see her reflection as she passed a mirror or a dark window she paused to stare at herself and toss her hair. Alfonso battled desperately to get the young woman’s attention. 

I’m going to give you the opportunity of a lifetime. You know our famous up-and-coming local hip hop talent, Gee-Breezy?

Kristy was mussing her hair in a mirror in the hallway. She absently nodded her acknowledgement that she knew who Gee-Breezy was.

“Well Gee-Breezy is right here, right now – inside of this building. He’s in his dressing room preparing for tonight’s big show. You want to interview him and find out what it’s like to be a tough young hood from the streets trying to make a name for himself in the recording industry?”

Kristy stopped in mid-motion and let her hair fall to her shoulders.“Gee-Breezy?” She shrieked, “Right here? In this building? Right now?” 

Kristy felt her pussy begin to tingle. Breezy always seemed to have that effect on women. She slipped into a daydream about having that handsome black teenager humping on top of her, shoving his big black cock inside her vagina. 

Many nights she fingered herself to sleep, fantasizing about Breezy’s thick nigger cock pushing up inside of her, raping her white pussy. She longed to feel his cock between her thighs, filling her pussy up with hot nigger fuck meat.

“Oh yes, Mr. Alfonso,” feeling more like a school girl about to meet the latest heart throb than a professional journalist, “I would love to meet Gee-Breezy.”

Alfonso was feeling proud of himself, he finally figured out a way to get the young woman’s attention. What he hadn’t thought about was whether or not Breezy was prepared to have any pre-show visitors. 

He wasn’t.

Alfonso threw open the door to Breezy’s dressing room and the boy was sprawled on his back, his feet high in the air while a cigar-chomping music industry executive was ramming the young hip-hopper’s ass with his thick white cock snarling, “Take that cock you little hood rat. Take it.”

Kristy shrieked.

The startled executive fucking Breezy whirled around. He was holding the teenager by his hairy calves. The boy’s colorful sneakers waved in the air.

Once the man fucking Breezy gained his composure he grinned at the young reporter and the equally embarrassed Alfonso, “Oh, you wanted Breezy?” The man smirked, his hairy body dripped sweat on the black teenager, “He aint ready yet – he’s in a conference.” 

The boy groaned in pain and embarrassment. He hated having outsiders see him being used like a cheap ghetto cunt. He understood that this was the way you paid your dues in the entertainment industry but that didn’t make him feel any better when other people found out about it.

The executive leered at the startled young reporter, “I get to fuck every cute boy’s ass who comes into this business. If they want to work, if they want to be promoted and sell their music, then I get to take them for a ‘test-drive’ before all the young girls get a crack at them.”

“This don’t mean I don’t like fuckin’ bitches,” the boy shouted out to set the record straight, “This is just somethin’ I got to do so I can get my name out there…”

The executive returned to fucking the black boy’s ass; he poked his head between the teenager’s ashy knees and chomped down on his cigar so that it flicked hot ashes on the boy’s face. Breezy grimaced.

Alfonso quickly ushered the shocked young journalist out of the room and closed the door, “I-I’m sorry you had to see that – I had no idea – you have to understand what we have to go through to tame and discipline these young black hoodlums, otherwise they’d be completely out of control, even more than they are right now.”

The reporter looked as though she had witnessed a homicide. Alfonso was sure that she would faint at any moment. He steered her toward a couch in the hallway so that she could sit down. Amazingly, she didn’t even stop to fix her hair as they passed a mirror that was hanging above the couch.

“Can-can I get you some water?”

“A stiff drink would be nice,” Kristy said absently, “Straight vodka on the rocks – or straight rum – anything straight….”

Alfonso returned with the woman’s drink. She sipped it distractedly.

“I can’t believe what I just saw in there, she said slowly as if she were trying to put the pieces together in her mind and have them make sense. “Such a firm, young, strong, virile black boy, flat on his back with a big, stiff white cock up his ass….”

Her voice trailed off. She shook her head as if to clear cobwebs from it. She took another sip from her drink. Alfonso felt helpless and useless sitting beside her. He couldn’t put the pieces together for her.

“That stiff white cock shoved up that poor young nigger’s ass…”

She sipped her drink again.

“He was really mastering that boy’s ass…”

She took another sip.

“Ravished that him, actually. He really ravished that nasty teenager in there … the boy is probably a drug dealer or a hoodlum after all … he really showed that rowdy young hoodlum who the boss was…”

She took quick gulps of her drink and munched on the ice.

“Such power. Such authority… even a young dangerous teenager couldn’t resist him…”

Alfonso shifted uneasily as he sat beside her on the couch. He was afraid that she might be on the verge of a nervous breakdown or something. But the female journalist clutched her vagina and noticed it was moist.

“That big, hairy, fat man … fucking that black teenager and there was though nothing could stop him …. He fucked that cocky young nigger like he was a ragdoll…”

She clutched her vagina tighter and made sounds as if she were about to swoon. Alfonso’s eyes got wide as he watched the woman, looking for signs that he would have to call security for help.

“Ohhh, what raw power. What a man, what a man…”

Kristy slowly got on her feet and began wandering back down the hall toward the dressing room door. Alfonso was alarmed, “Kristy, Kristy … where are you going?”

“I’ve got to see that again,” the woman said, as if she were in a trance. “I’ve got to see more of that display of raw masculine power. I’ve got to see that big, hairy bear fuck that young nigger’s ass … taming him … disciplining him … dominating him … owning him….”

Alfonso rushed up to the journalist, cleared his throat and adjusted his tie – not sure if what was happening was a good thing or a bad thing; he wasn’t sure if he should try to take credit for what she saw in the room or if he should stay as far away from it as possible.

“Well that’s what we try to do in these studios; we try to tame em, own em, and dominate em because that’s what hip hop is all about….”

“And you do it soooo well,” Kristy added.

“Yes,” Alfonso was quick to agree, finally deciding that she thought that what she saw was a good thing. “We do it sooo well.”

When Kristy reached the dressing room Alfonso did not hesitate to open the door, “See for yourself just how well we do it.”

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Groans and thumping sounds filled the room. The smell of masculine sweat was overpowering. The boy let out a series of muffled “Owws” with every thrust of the big man’s cock inside of him. Then the street-hardened young man lifted his head to see Kristy twirling her blond hair, staring straight at him with a gleam in her eye.

“Of fuck, not again,” the young hip hopper groaned, “I can’t be havin’ people seenin me like dis.” 

The heavy executive whirled around once again to find the two observers had returned. “So you guys decided to come back to watch Breezy prepare for his big show. My son should be here any minute. I always invite him to come over after school so he can meet the stars like Breezy.”

As if on cue a slender dark haired teenager tried to squeeze his way past the two observers. He took his backpack off and slung it on the floor, “Sorry I’m late dad.” The boy looked around, somewhat disoriented, “Gee, I didn’t know we would have company.”

The hairy executive smirked, “Fonso brought this little lady journalist here, who appears to be fascinated with the rituals of urban manhood, aint that right young lady?”

Kristy blushed and swallowed hard, somewhat flustered at having the attention directed at her, “Yes, I-I’m just here because I’m a journalist – you know – just doing my job – journalizing….”

The big hairy executive returned to humping between the young hip hoppers legs, and laughed with amusement, “And I’m just here doing my job fucking this handsome black teenager’s ass.”

Breezy let out a low, mournful groan as his feet dangled in the air above his head.

 “Neat,” the white boy grinned, “Breezy is the man – he gets nuthin but madd luv and respect from me, every time I see him.” 

The boy unzipped his trousers and pulled out his flaccid cock. He rubbed it all over Breezy’s face and his thick black lips, getting it hard, “especially when he’s sucking my cock.”

The white teenager slapped his penis across the tough black hip hopper’s face. “Aint that right, Breezy?” 

He didn’t wait for a reply; instead he rubbed his hairy balls all over Breezy’s smooth masculine face. “Come on, lick those balls for me, nigga. Get em nice and moist.”

Breezy let out a moan of protest, “Muthafucka, aint dis some shyt? Why I gotta do this shyt in front of dayum audience?”

“You better do as he says,” the executive grunted from behind him, or you won’t get paid and there won’t be no fancy clubs or nice threads for you. Kepeesh?”

Breezy sheepishly stuck out his tongue and licked the white teenager’s hairy nutt sack, giving the boy his “props.”

Kristy moaned, “Ohh, my hero – a handsome young knight in shining armor who rushes in to fight off the dark and evil dangers of the mean, urban streets. His only weapon is the purity of his big, hard white cock.”

The female journalist bit her lip in sexual frustration, lost in her fantasy.

Breezy shot the woman an angry glance, “Will someone shut this dumb bitch up before I have to do it?”

Kristy recoiled from his stare, “What an angry, violent, dangerous person …” She turned to young boy who was forcing Breezy to lick his balls, “Save me, my white knight. Save me from the black angry streets my tender hero…”

The white teenager looked down at Breezy, “Oh come on, you can do better than that,” he scowled. The boy straddled Breezy’s face, practically sitting on it. The boy’s balls dangled over the aspiring young entertainer’s nose while Breezy involuntarily sniffed the white boy’s ass.

“You heard the woman over there…I’m her knight; now lick my lance.”

Breezy mumbled, “Fuck dat bitch,” but he slowly, ran his tongue up and down the shaft of the white teenager’s hard cock. 

The boy quivered with pleasure from Breezy’s warm moist tongue and feel of his thick black lips gently caressing his throbbing manhood.

Breezy bathed the white boy’s cock and balls with his mouth.

“Oh yeah, that’s it…that’s it….” The boy’s breath became short and rapid. His young heart raced. His face reddened. 

Suddenly he arched his back and reared his groin high above the young hip-hoppers face. Then he piloted his red throbbing cock toward the black boy’s lips like a Kamikaze. The white boy’s cock plunged through the black teenager’s lips and buried itself in the back of the boy’s throat, making the boy gag. The white teenager savored the warm sensation of the black boy’s pillowy dark lips enveloping his fuck tool.

“Suck it, nigga – suck it. Suck on that big white cock.”

Kristy cried out, “That’s it; defend my honor against that angry dark hoodlum.”

Breezy kept sucking the white boy’s cock because he knew what was good for him. 

The teenager pushed deeper and deeper inside of Breezy’s throat, making him choke. At this point the boy’s father pushed on his son’s chest, trying to get him to slow down, “Whoa, whoa – take your time, boy. He aint goin’ anywhere, are you Breezy?”

The black boy mumbled something that sounded comical and incoherent since he had big white teenaged cock stuffed in his mouth and the boy’s balls were smothering his face.

The two men in the room laughed, the female reporter held her legs tightly together, but the two teenagers didn’t seem to get the joke. The music executive’s son was absorbed in getting his cock as far down the black boy’s throat as it would go, and the black boy, nearly vomiting, was struggling for air.

The executive looked over at his two observers and shrugged, “Teenagers, what are ya gonna do? They’re always horny and in a hurry.”

Now his son was holding both sides of the black boy’s head and was fucking the boy’s mouth frantically. His smooth white ass cheeks flexed and relaxed while he pushed his cock in and out of the boy’s throat. His milky white thighs straddled Breezy’s dark face.

Kristy gasped, “My hero, my handsome young knight. Slay that black dragon with your long white lance. ”

The executive looked over at his two observers and winked, “This is good practice for my boy so that he’ll know what to do once he’s ready to fuck a real woman’s pussy. It’s better than buying him a shot at a prostitute when he comes of age.”

Kristy sighed, “Oh yes, fuck that black boy’s face. Get ready to assume your proper role and manhood.”

The men nodded knowingly as they watched the lean white teenager awkwardly fuck the black boy’s lips. He was pumping to frantically, as teenagers are prone to do – he was using up too much energy. The only thing that was on his mind was his need to get off, and Breezy’s nigger lips were the perfect instruments for doing it.

The executive continued, “The boy is gonna have to learn to take his time; he’s still gotta learn about foreplay – he’s gotta remember that a woman is more than just a vagina. Fucking the lips of all these nigger boys who come through here has been good practice for him.”

Breezy just mumbled as his mouth was still full of throbbing hard fuck-meat.

Kristy sighed, “Oh yes my heroic brute. Treat those black pussy lips gently. Don’t just ravish a woman’s body and throw it away. Learn to be gentle. You are so full of masculine energy…” 

Kristy clutched herself tightly and gasped, almost in a whisper, “Fuck that nigger good. Fuck him.”

The executive’s son was now humping more violently than ever down the black boy’s throat. He panted heavily as he became more and more aroused by the thick, dark lips that were completely at his disposal and he was also aroused by the horny white woman who was cheering him on.

The teenager thrust his cock all the way down so that his pubes smothered Breezy’s face. The black boy choked and gagged. The white teenager taunted him, “Yeah, take that cock, nigga – suck it down.” 

He exploded into an orgasmic frenzy that had the poor black boy gulping down fresh strands of white teenage spunk and gasping for air. The white boy’s spunk must have seemed, to Breezy, like a cleansing agent flowing through his dark body.

Once the boy’s cock was spent he collapsed with his sweaty pubes covering the black boy’s face. Breezy’s eyes were covered by the white teenager’s balls. 

The young white knight was exhausted, but Breezy knew better than to try to get the boy to move. He just lay there, with the white boy on top of him. He breathed the smell of the white boy’s pubes and tasted the sweat from boy’s expired body. 

Breezy was learning how to be patient – something that would be very important for him in the competitive world of entertainment. He let the white boy rest with his cock still inside Breezy’s open mouth; the teen’s cum slowly trickled down the patient black boy’s throat. This was good for him.

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As the two observers left the room Alfonso felt apologetic, “I’m sorry you never got the chance to interview Breezy, but – as you could see – his mouth was kinda occupied most of the time.”

The journalist strode with Alfonso through the lobby, “Oh that’s okay Mr. Alfonso. I believe that now I have a better feel for the authentic raw urban passion that goes into this kind of music. It’s all so masculine and mean, I can’t wait to get back to the office and write about it.”

Kristy didn’t even notice her reflection in the mirrors as she passed through the lobby of the building.

Alfonso escorted the young lady to the door. Well, I hope it wasn’t too raw for you.

Kristy brushed him off, “Please Mr. Alfonso, I am a professional journalist and perfectly objective about these things. Surely you don’t think a scene like that can have an emotional effect on me so easily – I really wouldn’t be much of a journalist if it did, would I?

Alfonso nodded apologetically again, “I’m sorry. I guess you’re right. Let me know if I can help any time with future stories on the entertainment industry.

Kristy rushed to her car, hoping she could sop up the pussy juices that were now flowing down her legs from all of the excitement she had just witnessed.






