Baby Daddy

"God, fuck me baby," Elizabeth said, her long ivory legs wrapped around Moses's ass. The elderly Black buck thrust forward, his heavy balls draped over Elizabeth's asshole.

"If I fuckin' knock you up, you gonna ask fornow child support?" Moses asked rhetorically, his sweat dripping onto Elizabeth's swollen titties. He held a thick blunt up to her lips and she took a long toke, obedient to a fault.

"Fuck no," Elizabeth said. "I ain't asking for what you won't pay."

"Damn right, bitch," Moses said, grunting. His haunches started twitching, then his ass, then his balls, as he started to floor the blackened queen to the hilt. Elizabeth knew the timing wasn't right to breed her, but the thought still was enticing.

Afterwards, he texted Julia and Faith, while Elizabeth drank and smoked some more. He pulled out his wallet, offering a couple of hundred bucks to her.

"Your share of the child support peckerwood is paying over," Moses said simply. Elizabeth looked crestfallen.

"I'm having to work double shifts at the chicken place with the four hundred I was getting. I wanted the kids to get a good Christmas ... to thrive."

"Bitch," Moses said, shaking his head wearily. "You ain't here to thrive. You're here to survive. To barely make it. I'll be up in that mansion you used to live in, enjoying my life. Maybe make some little brothas that get their own white bitches one day. And you -- your kids are gonna stay down at the bottom. Three generations from now, your family tree will be all Black. You want to do more than stay on the brink of eviction -- well, now you're going to have to get creative. But you a white bitch. You know what to do. But not too much of it -- you can't be an uppity bitch either, even down here in the ghetto."

Elizabeth just stared at him for a long moment. Being Santa Claus wasn't easy.