Lamar Makes His Mark

Elizabeth and Shanequa were surprised to both have a day and evening completely free. They spent it together. They weren't lesbians, but in moments like these, it sure felt like they were in a relationship.

At 8, after they finished dinner, there was a sharp rap at the door. Shanequa opened it to find Lamar, looking every bit as the pimp he was.

"Our favorite pimp," Shanequa said laconically. "What do we owe the honor?"

"I thought it high time to seal our arrangement a little more formally," Lamar said simply. "I'm here to breed you both."

"Breed us?" Elizabeth scoffed. "You know you keep us on the pill."

"I've been giving you placebos lately," Lamar rejoined. "And you'll notice you ain't been fucking dick lately." That much was true, Elizabeth though with a pause.

"I want you first, Elizabeth," Lamar said. "Get that white ass of yours to the bedroom. Since I've given you some leverage ... the streets ... you're going to give me some leverage. Being my baby mommas."

There was no sense in fighting with a potentially violent man, Elizabeth knew. She disrobed, laying flat on her back in bed. He stripped quickly, a predator with a couple of weeks of cum in him. He fucked her, as she'd once wanted him to fuck her all the time, his brilliant Black cock pounding her white pussy, his balls slapping at her asscheeks. All the while, he crowed at the thought of breeding her, of making this white beauty queen nurse his asscheeks, of a loyalty that no business arrangement could purchase.

He filled her with his cum, holding her pussy up to let his cum marinate in her, his seed given ample time to do its duty. Then he had his almost-bride suck him to stiffness, so he could repeat the task right in front of her with Shanequa, making Elizabeth hold her ass up, so he could impregnate both bitches in a single night. Then he slept between them, so that they both remembered who owned them.