Broke, Fat, Black, and Ugly
by DiscipleN
[this story has over the top, racist bullshit so thick you can’t mistake it for the insulting lie it would be, if written for anything other than fetish fantasy]
Chapter 10
Terry lingually drove Stace to three more orgasms by sundown. She lost all pretense of rebellion. She wept and held on to me, while I came twice to each of hers. When the sky darkened, he let her go. He told her to make supper for her parents. We had stocked our shelves with vegetable soups for Donald. She made spaghetti for me. Terry sneered when she offered to load a plate for him.
I wondered at stupid things, like why he required me to suck him clean and then stuff his cock back into my cum dripping cunt. Terry must have fucked himself dry that day. Stace slept in her bedroom, while I slept mounted to a fat pole sticking out of a fat mound. I woke in the middle of the night. His cock lurched inside of me. He moaned in his sleep, but the only cum there had been launched late afternoon. Never the less, I dismounted and sucked him clean. I fell asleep, plugged once more by a horrid man’s never withering protrusion.