Bay Bound

It was a hot, scorching day in the desert, west of Phoenix. Yet here Douglas was, in the back of the moving van, his underwear around his ankles, bent over his desk. He was wearing a diamond wedding band, which matched Monique's. His inset stone was pink. Hers was black. One denoted the Queen, and the other her bitch. Behind him, Monique was shoveling her long, fat Black cock into his ass, grunting and sweating over him. She was naked, as she'd been on most of this cross-country trip, fucking and getting sucked whenever she felt like it, which was frequently.

The weeks prior to their depature was a blur. Mira and Elizabeth had a lovely wedding ceremony. Monique and Douglas had a far more brusque affair, a quick trip to a disapproving county clerk, and a trip to the tattoo parlor. Monique had a large tattoo of Africa on one ass cheek now, and a Black upraised fist on the other. Douglas had a matching tattoo of Africa on one ass cheek, to go with the block 'M' on his other asscheek.

Shortly after the wedding, Monique decided they needed to move to the Bay area. It would be sufficiently open to those of their sexuality, she reasoned, and Elizabeth was temptation that both Monique and Douglas needed to leave behind.

So here they were, and here he was. Her cock was poking at his prostate, and after a few minutes he froze, grunting noisily as his cock started to empty its heavy sac on the side of his desk.

"Fucking faggot," Monique grunted, feeding him more. "God, your ass tightens up so good when you do that."

She continued fucking him for a few more minutes, then slid one leg high up, onto the desk, and then the other, getting a different angle and more sensation. She pounded downward in him, until she fed his already saturated ass with more cum. She tugged up her panties, which barely contained her cock.

"C'mon, we still got a long drive ahead. Bring the wipes to clean me up, I'm going to need head soon."