Do you know what it's like to have urges? Well, I do. I'm a man, damn it! The name is Jack, and I'm a Hacker. I hack into the computers and web spaces of rich people. I steal their money. I enjoy myself at their expense. Identity theft is my specialty. And I never get caught. I've made lots of money through hacking over the years. It allows me to finance myself. I need to engage in risky, sexually provocative and downright unethical behavior on a massive scale. It cannot be corrected but I have no other way to fulfill my needs. Sorry but that's the way it is.
The other day, I was at the marketplace, shopping for groceries. I'm a single young Black man living in Boston's South End. I was just minding my own business, until I saw her. By her, I mean the fat chick behind the register. She was around five foot ten inches tall, large-breasted, thick-bodied and big-bottomed. The face was not exactly pretty, rather, it was average. I guess plain-faced would be the right way to describe this white-skinned, blonde-haired, pleasantly fat woman. I approached her with my groceries. Her name tag read Julie. I smiled at her. She looked at me, surprised. Actually, she was feigning surprise. I had seen her checking me out. Why wouldn't she? I'm a tall, good-looking, very masculine young Black man. I get checked out by women all the damn time. Women are more prone to ogling than men, if you can believe that. They're just better at hiding it and they never admit to it. A great observer like myself doesn't get fooled.
I turned on the charm that is characteristic of my mind, the free-spirited people of the world. Some would call us sociopaths, but they're just haters. I made eye contact with her. She made eye contact with me. For a few moments, we flirted. She responded to my charm. Of course. They always did. I've got that predatory charm which has been known to lead many astray. Julie was feeling me, big-time. I noticed her checking my hands for rings, or traces of rings. I looked her in the eye and told her that I was not married. She gasped in surprise. yeah, I had caught her. And therefore beaten her at her own game. Women think they're so slick. Smart men can confound them. All you got to do is be alert. I smiled, and wished her a good day.
I walked to the parking lot, where my car waited. I was about to enter it when suddenly, I heard a voice. I turned around. It was Julie, the plumper from the cash register. What did the big woman want with me? She told me that she was on her lunch break, and felt like relieving some stress. I offered her a cigarette. She declined, and told me that she wanted to see my dick instead. I blinked. Damn, these freaky females are getting bolder and more forward day by day, huh? I thought about it for a second. Humping some plain-faced, big-bottomed white plumper in the middle of the day. Sounds okay to me. Is there a down side to this? I nodded. Julie told me that she knew of a nearby place where we could get down.
We walked to a small shack near the end of the parking lot. It was leftover from a construction crew that was doing some work on a nearby building. It provided us with much-needed privacy. Hell, there was even an old mattress on the floor. Left by some homeless people. Julie got on her knees and asked to see my magic stick. I whipped it out. All ten inches of my long and thick, uncircumcised black super cock. Yeah, that's my magic wand. She grinned, and asked me if she could wake a wish. I laughed and told her that I would grant her three wishes. Looking me right in the eye, she told me that she wanted to feel my big black dick in her mouth, pussy and ass. Not necessarily in that order. I smiled. How could I say no to that?
