Cleaner

Elizabeth ran her soft pink tongue up and down the soles of Broadus's size fourteen feet, until they were glistening in her saliva. The thick collar constricted her airflow, and a heavy chain leash weighted her down, the end held by Broadus, who studied her intently. Finally, he knocked on her noggin, as if she were a base animal. Relieved, Elizabeth moved her lips up, kissing up his legs and thighs, unbuttoning his jeans and diving into his boxers.

She sniffed, her entire body freezing. His fat Black cock reeked ...and was drenched in ... someone else's pussy. She pursed her lips.

"Who was it today, Master?" she asked delicately, laving the inside of his thighs, tasting hints of pussy.

"My new secretary," Broadus grunted. "Betty Black. Black Betty Black." He smirked, chuckling as his **** wife started to lap at his balls.

"I haven't heard her name before," Elizabeth said, trying to still the jealous emotions stirring within her.

"You wouldn't have. She started today. I could see her being a bossy bitch for a boy, but I put her in her place right quick." He let his thighs splay further open, feeling his ****'s tongue cleaning the pussy juices off his crack. Black Betty Black was a messy bitch that way, the juiciest fuck he'd had in some time.

"I'm sure you did," Elizabeth murmured drolly, starting to suck on Broadus's heavy nuts. "And you went bareback of course."

"Of course," Broadus agreed.

"And how many wenches have you knocked up that way?" Elizabeth said, her eyes big and blue and soft and fixed on Broadus's implacable dark eyes.

"Fifteen, twenty. You see a little brotha out there named Charles, chances are good he's mine. Course only one will have the name Broadus on him," he nodded, gesturing at Elizabeth's belly, almost bursting with Broadus's progeny. "Now enough talk, ****, and be a good cleaner for Master."