The Welfare Queen

Douglas and Elizabeth were supposed to meet at Jamaal's house to celebrate his full recovery. Douglas had installed a steel door to better secure Jamaal's house. And he went over early to check on the door installation.

Jada King was 36. She had eight children, but wasn't currently pregnant, thankfully. She'd never been married. And she was the mother of Elizabeth's boyfriend. She was perfect in that regard.

She had a reputation in the neighborhood for being easy. She had a reputation for frequently being on weed. And she was a poor enough mother that her two eldest children had to drop out of high school to take care of their younger siblings.

Douglas knocked on the door. Jada's eyes were glassy. She had a thick ghetto ass. Her belly wasn't flat, and there were obvious tiger stripes from being frequently bred.

"Grass or cash, white boy?" she asked mechanically. This was easier than he expected, Douglas thought. He shoveled a hundred dollar bill into her hand.

She had a pretty pussy, he thought. Thick lips, big thick clit. It was loose, an obvious side effect of too much big cock and too many babies passing through. He applied some numbing cream to his penis, slid on two condoms, and mounted her. She looked bored, sparking up a joint and smoking while he fucked.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," she said, still bored.

He kept it up for a whole half hour, and Jada's pussy gradually moistened, until she was half into it. Neither of them noticed Elizabeth and Jamaal arriving at the home. Douglas was close, however, and pulled off the condom, sliding back into her bareback now. He started to squirt his thick cum into her at the same moment Jamaal entered the room. Jamaal's face was a mask of rage, and Douglas felt the punch against his face, and then all fell blissfully dark.