Peter's Submission

Peter knocked on Shalonda's door. She told him to enter. He looked into the room, his eyes getting accustomed to the darkness. Shalonda was on the couch. Next to her was Kyle.

"C'mere, baby," Shalonda said, patting the floor in front of her. "We've been waiting for you."

Peter paused for a moment, before submitting to the moment. He knelt, crawling over to Shalonda, settling before her. She smiled graciously at him.

"Say hi to Mr. Kyle," Shalonda prompted him.

"H-hi Kyle," Peter stammered.

"No no no, white boy. He's Mr. Kyle to you. Daddy to me," Shalonda purred.

"H-hi Mr. Kyle," Peter said, still flubbing it.

"Hey," Kyle said awkwardly. Shalonda smiled at him, reaching down to unzip his pants, tugging out his long, thick white cock. Peter saw it, blanching.

"Nothing to be afraid of white boy. See this? This is what your ebony Goddess needs," she said, rubbing the dick, making it even longer and hard. Peter flushed, feeling as if he was about to pass out. Shalonda smiled again, sympathetically, offering him her foot. Peter dived in, sucking on your big toe and licking the soles of her feet. Shalonda, meanwhile, began to focus on Kyle, giving him a long, deep throated blowjob, the type men would pay her for if she was into that. His eyes rolled into the back of his head when she got to the base of it, squeezing his big heavy balls and milking a load out of him, which she promptly fed to Peter.

"This ..." Shalonda said, to one in particular, "this is balance."