Dominoes

"C'mon, show me your ass, bitch," Broadus growled at Elizabeth, tugging up the back of her skirt. Elizabeth whimpered, as he gave it a slap with his large heavy paw, the ass globes jiggling pleasingly as the alabaster skin pinkened. "Very nice. You got waxed yesterday, right?"

"Yes Master," Elizabeth whispered, as he loosened the thick collar around her throat. She got down on her hands and knees and he clipped a heavy thick chair collar around the clasp, and led her to the kitchen.

"I don't think any of you all have met Mrs. Broadus," Broadus said as he led her to the den. A quartet of Black men sat around the table, waiting for Broadus. The oldest among them, Curtis, whistled low seeing the white beauty, tamed and submissive.

Elizabeth first was tasked with the service of drinks, her heavy belly naked, her breasts spilling out of her top, her ass on full display to the men. And as the first round finished, Broadus triumphantly clapped down the domino.

"C'mere bitch," he growled. "Master needs some service."

The other men smoked and drank and watched the white beauty, pulling down the pants of her owner, quickly engulfing his thick Black cock, bobbing up and down on it hungrily. They watched her tongue drift down to rim his ass, and suck his heavy balls, and kiss his feet. Then even saw her lap the underside of his large belly, cleaning him the only way she was allowed.

The phone rang, and Broadus answered it.

"Betty? Hey baby, just thinking about you," he said, a malicious smile crossing his face, getting a blow job from his wife, while sweet talking his side piece. The others were in awe, and the competition to win the next round was on.