Black Male

Elizabeth showed up, in her stripper best -- high heels, a short skirt that showed ass if she bent over at all, a tight top that showed how busty she was. She'd spent an hour getting made up, going not to Sugar's, but to Lamar's penthouse in a nearby apartment building that was decayed.

Elizabeth entered the penthouse to find not only Lamar, but Devonte and Faith too.

"I think we all know each other," Lamar said smoothly. "Since you girls like fucking so much ... I'm going to pimp your asses out."

"You can't ..." Faith said.

"You wouldn't ..." Elizabeth said.

"I can and I will," Lamar said. "You don't want your dirty secrets getting out. Don't worry ... I'm going to pimp y'all out to the finer side of town, Prince Street."

"There are businessmen there," Faith complained. "Douglas is a businessman."

"And they're white businessmen," Elizabeth said distastefully.

"Then y'all better work your way out back to the club. You had Hope, yet, Devonte?" Devonte shook his head.

"And I ain't had Betsy," Lamar said. "I like to cement these deals with a fuck, so c'mon, Betsy, put this on." He handed her a dog collar.

"I won't," Elizabeth said bitterly. Lamar backhanded her, then gripped her mane firmly. She stared at him searingly, then fit the dog collar around her throat. It said 'Betsy' in rhinestones. Faith had one that read 'Hope' that she put on voluntarily.

"That's a bitch," Lamar said. He hooked a leash to the collar. "C'mon, bitch, crawl behind me." He taunted her, pulling her to his bed.

He didn't have the handsomeness or the body or the supreme cock size of Devonte. He was well larger than Douglas of course, but didn't match up to Antoine either. But cowed by his aggressiveness, Elizabeth obediently sucked his cock, even licking his sweaty ass.

"Yeah, that's a real good bitch. You got used to servicing brothas, hm?"

"Yes Sir," Elizabeth said in a tiny voice.

"That's a good bitch. C'mon, get on yall fours, doggie." Elizabeth stared down, climbing onto the bed, her face down, ass up, as Lamar pushed his eight inch prick into her, quickly getting balls deep.

"Fuck that's prime pussy," Lamar said. "Fuck ... Shanequa! Get your bitch ass in here."

Shanequa came into the room. Elizabeth hadn't even seen her inside the penthouse. Lamar gestured to the head of the bed.

"Teach our bitch some new skills."