Path 5 – Dartzai Continuum** **Susan Dupree – Cuckold Ownership Route** **Chapter: “Pity for the White Boy”** *(BlacknWhite / NTR Ownership District)*

**Path 5 – Dartzai Continuum**

Susan Dupree – Cuckold Ownership Route

Chapter: “Pity for the White Boy”

(BlacknWhite / NTR Ownership District)

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Susan stepped out of the bedroom ten minutes later.

She had changed into a black lace corset that pushed her heavy breasts up and together, a matching thong, and fishnet stockings that clung to her thick thighs. In one hand she held a short black riding crop. Her glasses sat neatly on her nose. Her hair was still damp from the shower, pulled back into a neat bun. She looked completely in control again—except for the faint, almost reluctant softness in her eyes when she looked at Kyle.

He was still on his knees in the middle of the living room where she had left him, face still faintly shiny from cleaning her, soft cock resting uselessly against his thigh.

Susan walked over and stopped in front of him. The crop rested lightly against her shoulder.

“You look so pathetic sitting there,” she said, voice gentle but edged with amusement. “All that work cleaning another man’s cum out of me, and your little thing is still soft. Come here.”

Kyle shuffled forward on his knees. Susan reached down and wrapped her fingers around his cock. It was small in her hand—soft, warm, and almost delicate compared to what she had just taken. She gave it a slow, appraising stroke.

“Aww… look at this. My poor white boy. You’ve been so good tonight. You watched, you stayed quiet, you cleaned me up without complaining too much.” She tilted his chin up with the tip of the crop. “I suppose that deserves a little reward.”

Kyle’s eyes widened. “Susan…?”

“Shh.” She smiled, the same soft smile she used when she was about to be cruel in the kindest way possible. “I’m going to suck this little cock for you. But you don’t get to cum until I say. And you don’t get to touch me. Hands on your thighs. Understand?”

“Y-yes, Susan.”

“Good boy.”

She sank to her knees in front of him—an unusual position for her—and took his soft cock into her mouth. The contrast was immediate and deliberate. Where Tyrone’s cock had stretched her lips and filled her throat, Kyle’s fit easily. She barely had to open wide. Her tongue worked slowly, coiling around the small shaft, licking the head with deliberate, almost clinical care.

Kyle made a broken sound. His hands clenched on his thighs exactly as ordered.

Susan pulled off with a soft wet sound and looked up at him through her glasses, still holding his cock at the base with two fingers.

“See how easy this is? I can fit the whole thing in my mouth without even trying. Tyrone has to force his way down my throat. You just… sit there.” She gave the head a slow, teasing suck. “Does it feel good, baby? Having your little white cock in the same mouth that was just full of big black dick?”

Kyle nodded frantically, face red. “Y-yes… fuck, Susan…”

She took him back in, bobbing her head in short, controlled strokes. Her free hand rested on his thigh, not stroking, just holding him in place. Every few seconds she would pull off and speak again, keeping him on the edge with both her mouth and her words.

“You’re so much smaller when you’re hard. I can wrap my fingers all the way around and still have room. Tyrone’s cock is thicker than my wrist.” She licked a slow circle around the head. “I love how you twitch when I say his name. Do you think about him stretching me while I’m doing this?”

Kyle’s hips jerked helplessly. Susan immediately pulled her mouth away and tapped the head of his cock lightly with the crop.

“Ah-ah. No thrusting. Stay still and take what I give you.”

She returned to her slow, deliberate blowjob. The wet sounds were soft and almost dainty compared to the earlier session. She took her time, savoring the control more than the act itself. Every time Kyle’s breathing grew too sharp she would stop, stroke him with just her fingertips, and wait until the urgency faded before starting again.

“I felt bad,” she admitted quietly between long, slow sucks. “Watching you on your knees earlier, cleaning me up… you looked so defeated. So I decided to be nice. But don’t get used to this. Your little cock doesn’t deserve my mouth very often.”

She sank down again, taking him to the base with ease, and hummed. The vibration made Kyle whimper. Susan’s eyes stayed on his face the entire time, watching every twitch of pleasure and humiliation.

After several long minutes she pulled off completely and began stroking him with her hand instead—short, tight strokes that kept him right at the edge.

“You’re getting close already. Of course you are. Little white cocks never last long.” She leaned in and licked the head once, slow and wet. “Do you want to cum, baby? Do you want to finish in the same mouth Tyrone just fucked?”

Kyle nodded so hard it looked painful. “Please, Susan… please…”

Susan smiled, warm and cruel at the same time.

“Beg properly.”

“Please let me cum in your mouth… please, I’ll be good, I’ll clean you whenever you want, just please—”

“That’s enough.”

She took him back into her mouth and sucked with sudden, focused intensity—short, tight strokes of her lips and tongue designed to finish him quickly. Kyle’s whole body went rigid. A broken sound left his throat as he came, the small pulses of his orgasm feeling almost delicate against her tongue. Susan stayed on him until every drop was swallowed, then slowly pulled off and licked her lips.

She stood, towering over him again, and wiped the corner of her mouth with one finger.

“There. All done. Your little reward is finished.” She rested the crop under his chin and lifted his face. “Now stay on your knees until I leave. Tyrone is waiting for me. When I come home tonight I might be full again… and you’ll be right back down here cleaning me up. Understand?”

Kyle’s voice was hoarse. “Yes, Susan.”

“Good boy.”

She turned and walked toward the door, the fishnet-clad sway of her ass and the heavy bounce of her breasts drawing Kyle’s eyes even as the taste of his own cum mixed with the memory of Tyrone’s still lingered on her tongue. At the doorway she glanced back once, smiled that same soft, dominant smile, and left.

The apartment door closed.

Kyle remained on his knees in the middle of the living room, the faint taste of Susan’s pity still in his mouth, already knowing that the next time she came home he would be cleaning another man’s cum out of her all over again.

Branch choices now available:

1. Susan returns later that night – full of Tyrone (and possibly his cousins) and makes Kyle clean her again.
2. The next morning – Susan incorporates the “pity blowjob” into their regular routine as a rare reward.
3. Tyrone starts spending the night; Kyle is given new rules about when he is allowed to touch Susan.
4. Susan begins using the crop more actively during Kyle’s cleanup sessions.

Tell me which branch you want expanded next.