Dark Chocolate

Shalonda spent most of her free time hanging out with Sarah, whose stage name was Ebony. Shalonda's stage name was Chocolate, pronounced as the French do. And together, they were a captivating combo.

Even though Shalonda thought this would be a more ... legal establishment, when two men came in and started putting down huge tips, Eddie made it clear that full service was required. And the two men had their paws on Shalonda and Sarah from the get go.

They were in two separate back rooms of the club, Shalonda working on her ... client? john? ... a local banker named Frank Merrick. She was worried, having heard that many white boys didn't measure up, she found Frank Merrick, mid-30s, handsome, dark-haired, in his prime, to be a positive mark on the ledger, with a thick 8.5 inch prick, with a vivid, deep purple head.

He was buried in Shalonda's silken wet, tight hole, her thick Black cuntlips gripping him zealously. She squeezed down on him as his cock filled her hole, milking him greedily. She could hear Sarah and her ... client? john? in the next room, but it didn't sound nearly as pleasurable as the sounds she made.

"Oh, fuck that pussy, cracker," Shalonda squealed, clamping down particularly tight on him, her wet, juicy pussy squirting juices onto his strong abs. Her long nails dug into his shoulders, moaning lewdly atop him. He smirked, fucking her for another twenty minutes before sliding his pussy-coated cock betwixt her lips, feeding her his copious seed. Then he tipped her enough money to pay rent for the month, dressed, and departed.

Shalonda rubbed her pussy absently when Sarah came in.

"How was your white boy?" Shalonda asked.

"Not nearly so good as yours," Sarah said, chagrined.