At Her Mercy

Monique and Douglas had scarcely entered the bedroom when Monique wrapped her hand in Douglas's hair, pulling him in for a deep, passionate kiss.

"Remember the first time I laid eyes on you, boy?" she asked him.

"Yeah ... outside of Sugar's," Douglas admitted.

"Yeah, that's right. I used to catcall your fancy-pants ass. Remember what I'd yell at you?"

"You said you'd fuck me so good I'd forget all about pussy," Douglas said.

"That's right. Now I fucked your ex-wife so good she forgot about that little dinky between your legs. So ... " she looked at him lustily, peeling off his clothing.

"You gonna be taking my dick, so you gonna be obeying my rules. First, you gonna need to lose some weight, baby boy. I'm talking vegan soy boy shit." She tugged off his boxers, squeezing his ass.

"Squats. Want this a little meatier." Douglas just nodded, dry mouthed. Monique sat down on the bed, taking off her sweatpants and panties. She was big. Probably just an inch bigger than Mira, but she had more girth.

"For a fancy-pants white boy bitch, you sure got quiet," she said, chuckling. "Come over here, bitch, meet your new best friend." Douglas padded over, kneeling down before her, sniffing it hesitantly.

"Now, since Mira is fucking Elizabeth and I'm fucking you for the time being ... I want you to suck dick better than your ex-wife. I want you to get fucked more than your ex-wife. I want you to make me want to keep you when this shit is over. You understand me? Speak up, now."

"Yes, Mistress," Douglas croaked out. Monique smiled broadly.

"Now that's a good bitch boy."