Of course, after some teasing.

Chantelle stood up and stepped aside, gently holding one of Sarah’s legs to the side so Richard could kneel between her legs.

Sarah felt compelled to watch as he slowly lined his thick black cock up with her wet white pussy. He rubbed his head up and down her slit, wetting it with her own arousal as Chantelle said, “Well.” It was not really a question, it was an order.

“Please,” Sarah begged and Richard shook his head, “Please I need it.”

Richard smiled, “Need it? Or want it?”

“Yes, both please, please,” she begged, still Richard waited. Chantelle just watched with a smile on her face and a hand in her cunt. “You want me to beg for something more than being sold as a surrogate for a black bastard?”

Richard nodded and pushed forward ever so slightly, his cock head slid against her opening. Sarah took a deep breath before she continued and then it all fell out. “Auction me,” As she said it Richard pushed forward more and his thick cock head slowly slid between her lips, “Fuck that’s big. Auction me, put me up on your website to be auctioned.”

Richard pushed forward more and Chantelle moaned a “Yes,”

“Have a party, let them all try me out then auction me off,” her head was thrashing side to side as Richard slowly pushed deeper. “List prices and services, and let them bid if they hit the minimum for each item they can get it.”

Richard pulled back a little and Sarah moaned a “No,” before he pushed forward and sank even deeper. “Fuck yes, so good.”

“What kind of services,” the black woman asked.

“I don’t care anything,” Sarah lifted her legs to wrap them around Richard, “Lap dance, striptease, fucking me, ****, breeding, anything,” she screamed.

“What if they wanted more than one child?” Richard asked pushing forward yet more.”

Sarah’s hands made fists as she orgasmed, “I don’t know, maybe two thousand per child.”

Chantelle moaned again and reached out to pull her nipple, “So ten would get them, five children?” Sarah screamed and came on Richard cock as Chantelle pulled her nipple. “We can work with that.”

Sarah continued to buck as Richard pulled back and shoved into her hard ramming his cock head against her cervix. “And if they wanted to pierce you?” Chantelle asked twisting her nipple and cutting off her orgasm.

“Fuck, you decide,” the white woman screamed. Chantelle nodded to Richard who quickly pulled out of her cunt. “No, no, no,” Sarah begged as Richard turned around grabbed a sheet of paper from the nearby bag.

“Blank signature page for a contract,” he said, his cock bobbing teasingly out of reach, “You sign it, I will fuck you as much as you like.”

Chantelle was already holding a pen when Sarah went to protest.