Katie and Javaun

Katie wasn't wearing much. She was in Javaun's stately home, wearing a silver collar, a matching bikini, and a tiny silver microskirt that barely covered her pussy and ass.

It'd started out as being his assistant, maybe with some fringe benefits, but she was doing the bare minimum in school now, and mostly serving as Javaun's trophy.

The older man walked up behind her, placing his weathered hand on her upper back. She knew what that meant. She went to the kitchen island, bending over, showing her big, firm, round tanned ass.

Javaun murmured approvingly, tugging off his shorts. He gripped her asscheeks firmly, spreading them, and she could feel his old fingers shaking as the dipped into the lube and prepared her. He was partial to assfucking her. She wasn't sure if it felt better, or was merely a demeaning perversion, but she rested her face on the cool marble of the island as she felt him grip her hips roughly, as the tip of his cock popped into her asshole. Her lips made an 'o' as the pressure rose and fell, as her tight ass swallowed his meaty prick. He fucked her hard, his heavier body over hers, squashing her large DD breasts into the cool marble, his heavy nuts slapping her pussy noisily. He pulled out finally, tugging his cock a half dozen times and cumming, his thick seed coating her ass globes.

"Clean up," he whispered to her. "Then come to shower with me and clean me up."

"As you say, Professor."