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Student blackmails his teacher.
Your boy over there said that you wouldn't see anyone unless they order a meal. Is this part of your new plan to poison all of San Francisco," I spat.
Won looked at me with disapproval "Pity your attitude there my boi, I always though that you were a person of higher quality"
The chop suey began to congeal in front of me. "Look, fat boy, I need some answers. What do you know about certain articles of antiquity being sold on the black-market?"
"Ah, masters, your turn to cut the crap, for surely you mean the Dexterous Dildo of Denmark," he observed.
The thought of the fake phallus and its appeal yielded an almost Pavlovian response of slickness in my y-fronts. "Alright, so that's what I'm looking for, so what do you know?"
"Masters, my boi, have you forgotten that I don't ever know anything without a gratuity," Won replied with a smirk on his face.
"You are one cheap SOB," I shot back as I tossed a twenty at him.
As he held it up to the light, I snorted at his mistrust. "Don't worry, its real!"
"I hope so. Some of the ones I've been getting lately have been about as genuine as those rubber cocks you stuff in your jockstrap or in certain other mysterious places when you play hide the meatless sausage," he stated with a smirk.
I reached over and grabbed him by the neck and his eyes began to pop out like the nipples on a drag queen's false tits. "My cocks and their hiding places are none of your business buster"
Won began choking "Alright, enough. Seems that I just overheard some discussion back in the weight room trying to sell it off to the highest bidder"
"What about a ransom for it?" I queried as I let him back
"Oh it's gone way past that. This dildo is far too hard to hold onto. The culprits want to get rid of it as soon as possible," he pointed out as he gathered his composure.
The air was getting heavy. I lit a Lucky Strike and I loosened my tie. After taking a long suck on it I tried to stroke him for more information. "And what else?"
"What do mean what else?" he answered. "I've told you all that I know!"
"For that I paid 20 bucks. You ougtha be strung up" as I raised the back of my hand to him to slap him.
Won drew back. "Wait!" he exclaimed as he wiped the sweat from his brow. "There's a man in the weight room. He's making a deal."
I lowered my hand and pushed away the chop suey.
"That's more like it" I leaned forward. "Who's the man?"
"Harry, the Banana, Bowles"
Upon hearing the name, the vaginal wetness I had felt earlier from talk of the dildo dried up like a swimsuit left to hang on a cactus in Death Valley. The hairs on my vagina stood on end in my y-fronts. For the first time in this case I concluded that maybe I should have gone to Fire Island for the winter. The Banana liked his men, and he liked them big. This was one time that I was glad that I had a selection of packie-penises for all seasons in my duffel bag.
I pushed back my chair, grabbed my sack, and turned to head to the gym in the back of the eatery.
"Masters, one thing" Won yelled.
"What" I barked
"You'll need this for protection," he said as he tossed me a packet containing a rubber.
"I squinted at him, what make you think I don't carry my own" I asked.
"Its on the house." He laughed. "Oh and Masters, that'll be $1.25 for the chop suey."
As I walked through the door to gym area, I could smell the musky scent of masculinity.