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Hanna The Hooker
(Chuck James)

Nathan looked on aghast. His friends giggled, amused by their prank and loving Nathan's reaction to their gift.

"You have to be joking?" he whispered, turning away from the subject of their amusement and grasping for straws. 

For weeks they had been pranking each other, some had been embarrassing, some dares had been downright humiliating. Dave had streaked through the shopping mall chased by security and surrounded by stunned shoppers who may have feigned shock and horror yet still couldn't drag their eyes from his meaty cock bouncing against his thighs on each step. Alan had been challenged to shove his erect tool through a hole in a fence, there he had stood red faced as hands and mouths unknown fondled and sucked, later he had been informed that less than fifty percent of his admirers that evening had been female, his red complexion shifting swiftly to a sickly green.

Colin was still hiding a henna tattoo from his wife, a jealous harpy of a woman, the tattoo proudly declaring that his cock was the property of a girl called Gail, incidentally the girl who his wife had accused of chasing her husband. All traces of the brown letters on his cock would allegedly be faded away to nothing within a week, he just had to be very careful.

But what they had arranged for Nathan pushed the bounds of credibility.

"No joke buddy," Colin chuckled as he enjoyed the distress on Nathan's face more than the others, enjoying the discomfort of the man who had originally suggested his marriage threatening tattoo. "She is all yours for tonight, paid up until this time tomorrow. And of course we will require photographic proof that you actually fucked her."

Nathan looked at her sitting on his bed. Fuck, that is just gross he told himself. Her colour meant nothing to him, he was as far from racist as it was possible to get. It didn't worry him that she was black, it was the shape of her, the rolls of fat and stretch marks. And that dress, just a net. Nipples poking through the holes, and those tits, so flat and empty? shapeless like they had been full once but drained away to leave just a pair of meaty flaps that lay flat against her chest.

And she isn't exactly pretty he thought, her attempts at looking sexy were failing dismally as his focus was constantly drawn to a nose that seemed dramatically out of proportion. Big nose, flat tits, saggy belly? and those thighs.