Client: Ashley Anderson - Josie's Sister

Ashley walked into the shop ready to get her hair whipped up.  With her and Joe getting married soon, she wanted to clear her conscious on some things.  Josie has always been her biggest supporter, so naturally she was the first person Ashley wanted to come clean with.

            “Hey Ashley.  How’s you and my niece doing?” asked Josie rubbing Ashley’s stomach.

            “We’re doing just fine Sissy, because I just got through eating,” Ashley laughed.  She put her purse in a cabinet under Josie’s station, then walked over to the shampoo bowl.

            “You look like you’re ready to pop,” said Josie.

           

            “You’re not short stopping either,” Ashley replied.  Josie laughed at her sister as she put the smock on her.

            “Josie, I have a confession to make,” said Ashley as Josie leaned her head back into the sink.

            “Are you sure you want to tell me at this sink?  I don’t want to drown you back here,” Josie replied with a smirk.

            “I’m trying to clear my conscious before me and Joe get married.  And, you’re the first person that I’m doing this with,” said Ashley.

            “Well go a head and spit it out then,” said Josie wetting down Ashley’s hair.

            “Okay, here goes nothing…”

            Russell had come over to Josie’s house after partying with his boys.  They had been celebrating his boy Trey’s birthday.  So, they had been popping big bottles.  He wanted to lay up inside of his boo, because she’d been spending a lot of time at Kennedy’s spot.

            Russell put the key he lifted from her purse in the door, hoping that Josie had come home.  He walked into the living room, and noticed someone was sleep on the couch.  He had been drinking and smoking weed trying to relax, but what he really needed was to feel his woman.

            Russell walked towards the couch, noticing a thick pair of thighs and a fat ass staring back at him.  My baby fell asleep on the couch.  That’s why she hasn’t been answering the phone, thought Russell.  He walked over and began rubbing her thighs.  All he wanted to do is make love to her, and apologize for his transgressions against her.

            Russell threw the bottom of the comforter over her head as he turned her over on her stomach, kissing up her thighs, then here ass, resting his face between her legs.  She began to moan, as she spread her legs wider, allowing his tongue into her folds.

            “You taste so good,” groaned Russell devouring her wetness.  He palmed both sides of her cheeks, squeezing them as he ate her goodies like groceries. 

            “Slid it in…” she moaned as she bounced her ass in his face.  This excited Russell, so he gripped her thighs tighter, putting his face further inside of her.

            “You like that daddy?” she purred as she continued to ride his face. 

            “You know I do,” Russell replied as he unfastened his pants.  He stood up and dropped them, ready to serve Josie up right.  She threw the comforter off, ready to get freaked real good.  She propped her ass up in the air as she got on all fours.

           

            “You ready to get served?” asked Russell stroking himself.  “You’ve been a bad girl.”  He smacked her on the ass, hard.

            “Ewww… do it again, Daddy,” she teased poppin her ass in the air.  Russell slapped it again, getting excited.

            “Take that with your tuff, ass,” laughed Russell hitting her again.  He rubbed the head of stiffness against her wet folds.  “You ready, too!  You wet as a muthafucker.”  He pushed inside as his eyes rolled into his head.  For some reason Josie felt different, but it didn’t matter.  It felt good to him and his libido, and that’s the only thing that mattered.

            “You feeling a little wider,” said Russell.  “But I like it.”  She pushed back, bouncing against him as she moaned with satisfaction.  Russell reached up and grabbed her breast, pinching her hard thin nipple. 

            “Damn baby…  pull my nipples,” she moaned.  “Ahhh…”

            Russell grabbed her by the hips, digging one of his knees down into the couch.  He pulled her hard against him, as he pushed deep inside of her.  She grunted as he began to go deeper inside of her.  She dropped down lower, trying to soften the blows.  This nigga was trying to get something off his chest, apparently.  And, chastising her for running off is a good enough reason for him to punish her with his length.

            “You ran off little girl, and Daddy don’t like that,” said Russell pushing down hard inside of her.  “You know I don’t like that shit!”  Russell relentlessly rammed his dick inside of her, causing her to whimper occasionally.

            “Oh give it to me…”

            “I’m gone give it to you, a’ight,” said Russell felling better.  All he wanted was for Josie to show him some respect.  She was too tough for his liking, but she was who he wanted.  All he had to do is continue to train her to be the woman he wanted.  Levi said, ‘All women can be trained if they’re in love with you.   It’s all about how good your pipe game is…’ and that shit is true.  So, if he continued to screw her like this, she would have no problems conforming to him.

            Russell felt himself about to orgasm, so he quickened his pace even more.  He could tell that she was about to orgasm too, because she began to make a whining sort of moan that was getting higher in octave the quicker he went inside of her.

            “Oh shit…” he yelled out as he nutted.

            “Oh shhhhhiiiittttt…” she called out as her orgasm surfaced through her body. 

            He laid down on her back as he tried to catch his breath.  He spanked her across the ass, smiling, because he was satisfied.  As he lifted up, he noticed a tattoo on her lower back.  It read: Jack’s Property.  Russell looked up.

            “Ah shit!  Ashley!”