His Bitch

Elizabeth got out the bottle of Henny, pouring a glass over the rocks. She was wearing high heels, so she carefully strode back out to the living room of the penthouse she shared with Lamar. She wore only a bright green thong, still stuffed with over three hundred dollars in tips.

She knelt for her owner, her juicy pert ass high in the air as she kissed his feet. He reached down, tugging the cash out, and taking the proferred drink. He placed his fingers into the cold liquor, offering it to his bitch. She parted her lips, greedily sucking the Henny from him.

It was ritual now, as she unzipped his pants, tugging out a long, fat Black cock. She held it gingerly in her hand, massive but still soft, as her tongue instead pushed into the crack of his ass, assertively attending to his nether regions, the soft pink muscle tickling the coal black flesh of his star. He grunted in approval, and she could feel the cock in her hand start to twitch. But she kept her mouth where it was, eating his ass for a solid twenty minutes until his cock was hard as a diamond.

She peered into his dark, implacable eyes with her vivid blue ones, wrapping her plush lips around the tip of his cock and pushing her mouth down, her skilled tongue and suction causing him to audibly moan. She sucked him off, keeping no pleasure for her own, a servant, a bitch for him, her lips eventually reaching the root of his cock, his big balls resting proudly in her hand. She twisted her head back and forth, adding more and more saliva, giving it to him better than the ghetto girls, and as good as Shanequa. And when he came in her, she swallowed his salty nut with pride and pleasure, and refilled his Henny, just as a good bitch should.