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Khan's Blue Movies

By: HeadHunter
folder +G through L › King of the Hill
Rating: Adult ++
Chapters: 4
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Disclaimer: The following is a not-for-profit fictional erotic parody of the TV Show "King of the Hill" and the characters within, to which I make no claim of ownership.
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Khan's Blue Movies

CODES: Oral, Minor1, M/F, F/F, Inc, Anal,

SYNOPSIS: Khan’s latest get-rich-quick scheme involves making homemade porn with his wife, daughter… and Bobby hill!

King of the Hill: Khan’s Blue Movies

CHAPTER ONE

Hank Hill stepped outdoors to fetch the paper from the walk.

                “Hey, Hank Hill!” called his neighbor, Khan Souphanousinphone, from over the hedge.

                “Well, hey, Khan,” Hank waved, “How’re you doin’ this morning?”

                “Yeah, yeah…” muttered Khan, “Dispense with the platitudes. Tell Bobby Hill I got project for him. Tell him come on over.”

                “Well, okay.” said Hank, “What’d you have in mind? You want him to mow your grass, or water your lawn or…”

                “Yeah, something like that. This between Bobby and me. Just send him over and I do the rest.”

                Khan returned to his home and minutes later heard his doorbell ring. He opened the door to find Bobby waiting outside. “Bobby Hill! Come in!” he said cheerfully, ushering the boy inside.

                “Dad said you wanted to see me, Mr. Souphanousinphone?” Bobby asked, puzzled.

                “I did indeed!” replied Khan, “Bobby… you and Connie still screwing around right?”

                Bobby blushed, taken aback at Khan’s brazen question. “Umm… We’ve um… fooled around a little I guess.”

                Khan waved his hand dismissively, “Yeah, yeah… you fucking my daughter. Big deal! I already know that. I wanna know something though.”

                “Wh… what’s that?” Bobby stammered.

                “You like Asian pussy, right?”

                “Sure! I mean I guess so. I think in inherited that from my grandpa, Cotton. He said he’s been ‘fuckin’ every yella poontang’ he could get his hands on since ‘dubya-dubya-two’. He says ‘Oriental pussy is the best!’”

                Khan smirked and raised an eyebrow, “Your grandpa one racist redneck… but he right though! Asian pussy is fuckin’ awesome! So how would you like to make money fucking Laotian twat?”

                “Make money? Having sex with… Connie? How?”

                “Porno movie! I see on internet. Big market for amateur porn! Chubby white boy nailing two Asian pussies… sell like hotcakes!”

                “Two Asian pussies?” asked Bobby, confused.

                “Sure! Minh wanna be involved too! She say she wanna try out that hillbilly cock herself! She wanna see what Connie so hung up on you for!”

                Bobby thought for a moment. Having sex with Connie and her mother was a dream come true, and making money at it was the icing on the cake!

                “But don’t you have to be eighteen to be in one of those movies? I mean, I’m only thirteen… and Connie’s a year younger than me!”

                “Ehh! You not worry about that! I talk to Buck Strickland. He gonna be our producer! He got all kinds of connections. He knows guys who can move homemade stuff like this underground!

                Bobby nodded. “I’ll do it!” he agreed, “But we need to come up with a story to tell my Mom and Dad about why I’m over here while we’re filming.”

                Khan smirked again, “Oh, yeah… no problem. I make up some bullshit story for Hank and Peggy Hill. They not gonna suspect a thing!”

                “So when do we start?” Bobby asked.

                “Tomorrow afternoon, after school. Say… four o’clock? You come over and we get started right away.”

                “Don’t I need to see a script or something?”

                “Nah! This homemade porno! You just fuck on camera and do what I, the director, tell you and people eat it up. We sell the DVD and rake in the dough… simple as that!”

                “Okay!” grinned Bobby, “Four o’clock it is!”

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