Breaking Him In

Meanwhile, across town, Douglas had just finished making breakfast for Jada and her many children. It was hard with the cheap stuff, Douglas had learned. Jada munched on some overdone bacon while Douglas munched on her black pussy.

"You're pretty good at that, white boy," she said, grousing at the bacon. "Too bad you can't cook for shit." She threw down the bacon. "Lose them drawers and get on all fours."

He was used to following her orders now. Kept in chastity for longer and longer periods, satisfying her was the only way he could be satisfied himself. He climbed onto the bed. He hoped he wasn't in for a beating at the substandard cooking. He felt a thick dollop of cold lube on his asshole, looking back. Jada was wearing a strapon.

"Keep looking forward, white boy," Jada instructed. "It's high time we started doing this. Make it easier to keep that little thing of yours locked up."

It felt like an eternity passed, and then pushing against his ass. He tensed up, but another command.

"Just relax. Close your eyes. Don't tense up," she said, and he obeyed, as always. She pushed in, inch by inch, showing patience he didn't think she had in her. And then she started fucking him. It was painful ... but then something started to outweigh the pain. Something pulsing ... something ... something ...

He was brought out of his reverie by Jada's pussy back in his mouth, which he delved into greedily. Below him was a puddle of his own cum.