Morty's Visit

Jada had Douglas on all fours. She wielded a healthy, fat eight inch strapon between her thighs, jutting out obscenely. She slapped Douglas's ass, making sure the white boy was lubricated and cleaned as she'd instructed.

"Good boy, honky," she said, generously lubricated the strapon and placing it against his ass. Douglas grunted as she mounted him, leaning over him to rest her body weight on him.

"Oh, fuckin' peckerwood, that ass is tight," she growled into his ear. She took him, soft short strokes that deepened over time.

They both looked back as the doorknob turned, to see the man from the manor, Morty. He looked at the both of them, smirking.

"Showing your white boy who is boss?" he asked, stripping.

"I ain't done yet, Morty. Wait your turn," Jada said.

"Why? I see a perfectly nice hole right in front of me," Morty said, referring to Jada's ass.

"Oh, you fuckin' honky," she said, as Morty came over, slapping her ass hard. He pulled out his cock, the young 18 year old in his perpetually horny stage. He spread her dark black asscheeks, her body quivering, her pussy juicy from pegging Douglas.

"Just keep it right here, bitch," Morty commanded, and to Douglas's consternation, she obeyed. He lubricated her ass with his fingers, plunging them into her backside, adding more and more, then lining up his big pink prick and pushing the tip inside her.

"Donkey dicked honky motherfucker," Jada growled. She kept perfectly still, the dildo lodged halfway in Douglas's ass, as Morty's big white cock started spearing her. Then she was as a puppet, pounding in and out of Douglas at the same rhythm that Morty fucked her. Douglas's cum started to spill out, and he came twice more from Jada's **** on his prostate, until Morty filled Jada's ass with his own cum.

"I want ... pussy," Douglas said, Jada's lips right by his ear.

"Oh, you'll get some pussy. You give ass, you get pussy, cracker."