“200 key” Frank explained to his source. His source raised an eyebrow, it was Franks first time coming to him, and he was already asking for a big supply. “How are you planning on getting this back to New York?” the source asked with interest. “That’s my business, if I get caught, I didn’t get it from you” Frank explained, a stern look upon his face. “Very well” the source stated, gesturing to the armed soldiers at the entrance. The two left to go get the donkeys loaded up..

That was how it all started, the giant empire grew from there, making Frank a millionaire over night. Frank, a young African American, was greatly feared by everyone in the city of New York. Crack whores, other drug dealers, thugs, police all feared the great Frank Lucas. He was pretty good size, a firm body and abs to rock any girls world. Frank knew he was on top and he planned to stay there no matter what it took.

Frank tossed his suit jacket across the bed, as he walked by it into the bathroom. He stared into the mirror, looking at himself, he was proud of what he made. Though he even feared himself. Frank shook his head and started to unbutton his white dress shirt. It was slightly stained with blood, from the recent murder he committed hours before. He tossed his dress shirt onto the pile of clothes in the corner of his bathroom, along with his dress pants and undershorts. He stood naked in front of the mirror, his member hanging between his legs. He was not only proud of his success, but very proud of the hung package he obtained. His cock was 8 inches long and 2 1/2 inches thick. His balls hung loosely below it, willing to slap any cunt it could. Frank took his cock in his hand, gripping it tightly. It was warm, because of the sudden rush of blood that flowed through it. Yeah, it was sad a massive drug salesperson was getting himself off, but what else could he do? His wife was out with her friends, the maid didn’t work tonight, but wait. He owned a good amount of whores, all together they would drain him of his cum. He grabbed up his cell phone and hit speed dial. “Get one of my sluts to my place, quickly” he ordered and hung up the phone.

Frank pulled on his undershorts, his hard member protruding from the slit in them.