SpeakHerSexx

Marshall relieves a fantasy that he didn't know he had.

Marshall warily laid back in his studio chair. The high of the musty odor known as marijuana that Yelawolf had brought into the studio was definitely sending him into a hazy daze. He watches as Yelawolf picks up a ponytail holder from the soundboard. Kid puts his hair in a ponytail like such a f*****g girl. Marshall sneers at the thought.

“Aye boss, I’m leavin’.” Yelawolf turns to Marshall who quickly snaps out of his focus. “You need anything? I can tell yer pretty high. S**t I don’t even know if I’ma make it home tonight. Might go get me a piece.”

“Yeah.” Is all Marshall could manage as his eyes watch Yela’s ponytail. He wonders what it would be like to grip his fingers tightly around them as he slammed into his girly a*s. Marshall always pictured Yela’s a*s to be girly, and tight. He quickly shakes himself out of the thought, although it doesn’t move too far. When Marshall gets high, he has… Tendencies. No one knew this. He couldn’t tell anyone. Not Dre, not Curtis, and definitely not this young kid who had just signed to his label.

Marshall’s jaw clenches as Yelawolf reaches over him. The smell of his cologne eases into the deepest pores of Marshall’s nostrils, and he feels his dick twitch. This is why he didn’t smoke anymore. He couldn’t tell the difference between reality and his daydreams anymore. Through his fuzzy mind, he can hear the door close. Marshall can hear his mind on autopilot as his fingers trail the buttons on the soundboard. In seconds, the soft, rhythmic, trippy beat of “Speak Her Sex” echo through the studio. The sound of Nikkiya’s voice moaning was enough to get his pants unzipped.

He slowly fists his hard dick through his boxers. He bites his lip in concentration as he begins to stroke himself in time with the beat. The second Yelawolf’s voice comes on, he reaches his hand over to rewind, but his dick throbs. He looks down at it. “F**k that.” He speaks to it, as he reaches over, yet the the throbbing becomes harder with every word that quickly flows from the speakers. His hand relaxes on the button as he begins to give his dick release. An uncontrollable moan escapes his lips and his hips thrust to meet his stroke.

He can’t believe the sound of Yelawolf’s voice is getting him off. Nikkiya’s moans begin to fill his ears again, and he groans. He pictures her tongue darting it’s way through his neck, and another mouth on his throbbing member. He looks down, and can swear that he sees Yelawolf sliding his tongue up and down his length. His breath hitches, and he knows he’s beyond high now. He doesn’t care though. This was the most amazing he’s felt since the night he was buried deep in Kim.

Kim. He loses his approaching orgasm at the thought of her. His elbow bumps a button on the soundboard, causing the song to change and increase in volume. “Tell me, can you handle it, me downtown like a vandalice.” His dick jumps back into life. Marshall’s head falls in shame. He was turned on by the Alabama accent flowing through his speakers. Yet, he didn’t stop pressing his thumb against the head of his c**k as he slowly strokes himself. He lays his head back and closes his eyes as he feels Yela’s voice invade his eardrums. The way the man moved his tongue when he rapped, the way he guzzled down Jack,… Marshall thrusts his hips up in time with his own squeezes.

He spits on his hand just a bit, to lube it up, to make his imagination a full on realistic gesture and he groaned at the feeling. He starts moving it faster as he listened to Yelawolf rap and Diamond’s voice in the background. Now he’s picturing both girls rub their fingertips against his chest as Yelawolf ravished his dick, and to his surprise he’s harder than ever before. He pumps himself and slowly the small “f***s” he’d been chanting under his breath progress louder.

“F**k..” He bites his lip as he focused on the approaching orgasm building up in his stomach. He moaned out when the release hit him like a gust of breeze on the hottest summer day. He lay his head back in the chair  Too lazy to wipe the sticky substance off of his stomach, he catches his breath.

“Marshall�"“ He looks over and Yelawolf stands in the doorway.

“What the f**k, how long have you been there dawg?”

“I just got here.” Yelawolf smiles cheekily, although he was lying. He’d seen the whole thing. “Don’t let me interrupt you getting your dick hard.” He chuckles as he grabs his rap book. Marshall mutters curses under his breath as he buttons his pants. Never again will he even been thinking about sitting in the studio next to that punkass m**********r.