XXX Underground Playgrounds: La La's Story by Ms. Pantha Jones

think romantic, one might believe that this woman went out of her way to create this for the man she loves. One might think the screams being covered up by the rain; wind and music are cries of passion. That one motherfucker was wrong as La tied Que ass upward on the bed.
    She walked over to Naomi as she grabbed her mantle by the neck and threw it on the floor, Naomi handed her the specially made strap on, careful not to grab it by the shaft La put it on carefully. Que was anticipating what nasty shit Naomi and this sexy ass Grim Reaper had instore for him.
    La grabbed the alcohol and the cocaine and poured it all over the shaft of the strap-on. Naomi set the bag down and walked over to La, Naomi put a condom on her penis before she entered Que, Que bucked at first, and he couldn’t believe that Naomi violated his asshole. He had dealt with a lot of transsexuals, but he was the man, not the fucking woman so he did not and was not supposed to get fucked in the ass.
    However after a while, Que was throwing his ass back at Naomi, wanting Naomi to go deeper. La shook her head, this faggot ass motherfucker. Her thoughts deepened her hate as Naomi increased her strokes in Que’s ass. This nigga was probably sucking fucking dick and then coming home to her, kissing her all in the mouth and on her stomach while she was pregnant. This lying motherfucker was talking about he don’t like anal sex and he getting fucked in the ass.  Rage overtook her, whatever plan she had to prolong this shit, went out the window.
    La yanked Naomi by the arm; Naomi looked confused. Nevertheless, Naomi removed her penis from Que and stepped back. La placed a blue scarf around his mouth; Que did not question it, and he has been gagged before. La made sure the ropes were tight; she placed her hand on the headboard, exposing the second half of his heart tattoo.
     
        Que’s eyes widened as he saw the tattoo, La watched his recognition, and she entered him without even touching her razor embellished simulated penis. She slowly went in and out as the razors searched for flesh to puncture. La looked at his head he was throwing it back, forward, and side to side, she reached for his dreads and pulled him backward so she could see his face. The absolute horror on his face put a smile on her face. She felt blood pour down her legs as she fucked him slowly. She would not dare fuck the shit out of him when it was clear she was trying to seduce his ass to death with each slice of the razor blade.
     
    Visions of shit set off in La La’s head, like bombs. Each stroke became harder and more powerful than the last; she reached in the back of her where the holsters were located. La La came forward with both guns aiming at the back of his head, without missing a stroke she gave her late husband every piece of jewelry he ever gave her. La felt his body grow rigid; she made a sound like she was nutting, pulled out and told Que’s corpse, “I hope that was as good for you as it was for me.” She laughed and smacked him on the ass.
    Naomi could not even find the words to explain what she just witnessed, La La was humming as she undressed to take a shower and jump into her other outfit for tonight. When she got out Naomi was still standing in the same spot. La walked over to her and snapped her fingers; she saw the look in Naomi’s eyes, those were eyes that couldn’t handle what just took place, Naomi's eyes held the look of a potential snitch.
    La walked to the bag and pulled out a pair of plastic black overalls, gloves and then she threw the same to Naomi. Naomi feared touching Que’s dead body, but she was more terrified of La La. She continued to his body trying her damnedest not to touch any part of him while she was untying him.
    Uncomplainingly, La waited for Naomi to finish her task, she walked over to Que’s body ready to pick him up and carry him to the Jacuzzi tub big enough for six people.  Quickly the girls took him to the bathroom and slung