Confused but hopeful

Bobby Keeks was in a very interesting position to get in. He wasn't sure why he was where he was right now, but he hoped he kept whatever got him here. As it looked like things were turning around, he had a secretary that wanted to do her job now, a singer that was eager to make him money, and finally a veteran activist was trying to steer public opinion of his studio in his favor.

It seemed like everything was looking up for old Bobby, which was very strange. As he had effectively gone from having to endure his own workers abusing him to now them being eager to work above and beyond to see him succeed. Which is all because he gave them great dick. He wasn't entirely sure how to feel about that.

All the **** and sabotage could have been stopped a long time ago if he simply showed some of his female staff his cock? Really, that was all it took, Bobby asked himself in his mind. Then on the other hand, the fact that all it took made him even angrier about the whole thing, as the whole reason for the **** was because of some supposed racial grievance, and yet if all it took was his dick to have that go away.

Then there was no real grievance. Which meant it was just jackasses abusing him with a racial excuse to get away with it. This made him feel like retaliating for a moment, then he breathed deeply and let it go. As things were looking up, there was no reason to do the whole "you hit me, so I hit you twice as hard back" thing. Especially as it seemed he would get fine enough vengeance from just simply being a bit rougher the next time he had sex with one of his new bitches; he guessed the term would fit for them.

Though as a group, individually, they wanted to be called different things. Choco wanted to be his house nigger. While Alice wanted to be a gear in his system, as she called it, and Shanique seemed fine with generic racial slurs if he recalled right. It was a rather interesting set of women he was currently in bed with, he had to admit to himself.

Bobby found himself in the rabbit hole once again of how using his dick on a woman with or without her consent did not land him in jail but improved his situation. This was in spite of everything he'd been told his entire life to the contrary. Though with no real way to make sense of it, he just had to chalk it up to a Black thing and leave it at that. He was not aware that he would be proven wrong on that later.

So Bobby went about the rest of his workdaydoing the calculus for the plans that Shanique had come up with and seeing if even the new publicity and album cover would boost sales. If it did so, he would have to rework parts of their distribution to make sure everything was in place to capitalize on the boost in sales. As he needed every penny such an opportunity could produce to get the studio out of the red.

Eventually, though, the day ended, and he walked out of his office. He got the first time ever he had to tell Shanique what most secretaries get told, he guessed. "Thanks for the good work, Shanique." He said it nicely to her on his way out the door. She beamed a smile at him, clearly quiet and happy; she was pleased with her turnaround. Bobby made a quick path towards his car out in the parking lot.

Though before he could get into his car, he felt a hand on his shoulder. So Bobby, a bit wary considering his relationship with the other employees at the studio, rapidly turned around, expecting one of the bigger employees standing there about to threaten him. It was not; instead, it was a beautiful, pale, long-haired brunette woman looking at him.

"Hey, stupid question, but you wouldn't happen to be Bobby Keeks, would you?" The stranger asked, to which Bobby nodded a slow yes, his eyes on her the entire time, ready to act if she tried to pull something on him, as a few others had tried. "Good, I need you to pay Cory his old wage." She said with a hint of command in her tone.

Bobby looked at her, shocked at the sheer audacity of the woman. "Why the hell would I pay Cory more? He has made a decent selling album since I got the studio, and who the hell are you to even ask me that?" Bobby asked, his tone filled with outrage at this random woman giving him demands.

"I'm Jess kyz!" The now identified Jess shouted out. Which caused Bobby just to look at her in confusion, still not knowing who she was until it hit him. She was Cory's baby momma. X baby momma, to be exact, as he understood it. Corey, the oldest of Rapper Doggie's kids, had gotten this girl pregnant, and then they had broken up later.

Cory got with someone else and took the kid, but she still got checks in the mail if he understood the situation right or did. Bobby thought on it a moment; money must be getting tight for the doggie musical family. Which is rather bad considering they were big spenders, so if they don't have a lot of money going around, then I suppose Cory decided to cut off his ex-baby mama and go without himself.

Especially as Cory got with a new girl and had kids with her too. So Bobby looked hard at what he supposed was a sugar baby by default. "Sorry Jess, but Cory doesn't make the money anymore, so I'm not giving him any." Bobby said with finality and began to turn around to head into his car and go home.

"Fine, I'll suck you off." Jess said, mistaking his refusal for a subtle asking for sexual favors. Before Bobby could bring clarity to the confusion, she had already pulled down his pants and was reaching for his boxers. "God, you're so pathetic, making me suck your tiny white dick." Jess said she believed in the black conspiracies until they were proven false as Bobby's huge pair of cocks snapped in her face.

Bobby looked at her, a bit pissed at the tiny mark, before sighing and deciding this wasn't worth it. "I'm leaving you, pretty lady. I'm sure you can find someone else's dick to suck." Bobby said with a tired tone, pulled his pants and boxers back up, and then proceeded to get back in his car. Jess, who had been sitting there in a daze from the giant white cock slap, noticed the greatest cock she had ever seen as well as the man that was her meal ticket.

So Jess, out of sheer desperation and lust, opened one of the back doors and then proceeded to jump into the car before Bobby could take off in his car. "What the hell?" Bobby shouted out in surprise. Jess took a second to get herself situated in Bobby's car while he looked on in stunned silence at the sheer audacity of this woman once again.

"Please don't **** me to go!?" Jess begged him from the seat behind him. "Just give me a chance to convince you, please?" She continued to beg in the most pleading voice she had. Bobby sighed to himself and figured he would let her stay for the ride to his house and just call for her Uber somewhere else once they got there. As he didn't feel like physically throwing a woman on the pavement late in the afternoon.

So it was that he made the ride home with a passenger in the back. At first the ride was silent, neither speaking to the other until almost randomly Jess spoke. "Would you mind if I get more comfortable?" Jesse asked in a low voice, trying her best not to anger Bobby. He just gave her a quick thumbs up, not really giving her much attention.

She quickly showed off her flexibility by moving between the seats and then proceeding to sit down next to him. He gave her side-eye for a quick moment before focusing totally back on the road. Jess didn't notice, too focused on something else. As she once again moved quickly, pulling Bobby's huge pale marble pillar out of his pants. For a moment she just stared at it, a look of lustful awe on her face.

Bobby was too busy driving in afternoon traffic to stop her. So it was that after a moment of gazing upon Bobby's cock, she then strikes, kissing and licking every inch. She used the heavy breathing of Bobby to guide her worship of his cock, leaving a trail of spit and lipstick all over it.

So it was for the rest of the ride that she tested Bobby's limits. Eventually Bobby had enough of this one-sided action, and so he took one hand off the wheel, reached over, and began playing with her ass. "Yes, Daddy! Play with what's yours!" Jess moaned out before getting back to working his cock as hard as she could.

Eventually, though, Bobby was able to thank God as the ride came to an end and he pulled into his own drive. He then proceeded to grab Jess by her long hair and **** her to take his cock to the hilt in her throat. He came, filling and clogging up her throat while he squeezed her ass so hard it left marks. Luckily for Jess, he stopped coming at some point, and she came up for air to breathe.

For a little bit the two said nothing, merely caught their breath, then Jess spoke up. "So Daddy wants to continue inside." She said with a lustful purr, eager to keep going, especially if that puddle around the front of her shorts was anything to go by. Bobby began thinking on it a moment. Did he really want to bring this horny baby mama whore into his small two-story mansion?