LaDonna

Douglas was walking down the street, holding a bottle of tequila that he intended to take with him to Consuela's house. He was intercepted halfway down the block by a stout Black woman, who put him into a headlock, tugging him into her small car and peeling off down the road.

"Who .. who the fuck are you?" Douglas asked, red faced.

"You're the motherfucker that's paying my child support," she growled. "Your bitch ex-wife is fucking my ex-husband?"

"L-l-laDonna Jefferson?" Douglas spluttered.

"Damn fucking right. He was a piss poor husband, but he was mine at least. Sure he filed for divorce, but he still fucked me good when he was hard up ... and now he's gone."

"Well, I lost my wife to him, so I can empathize. But what does that have to do with me?"

"I need to cum, motherfucker. So I want some head tonight."

***

She had an apartment in that disgusting apartment complex that always had some strange allure to him. The faucets were leaking. The place stank. Douglas acutely remembered there were five kids stuffed in this hovel, though he thought most of them were adults by now. She took a couple of forty ounce malt liquors from the fridge, placing one of them in front of him.

"Drink," she ordered simply. He twisted it open, smelling it. This was one step up from moonshine.

"I've got tequila in the car," he said. She reached down, pinching his small cock sharply.

"Drink." He chugged the liquor, lips pursing at the foulness of it all. Once he had finished, he discovered another forty in front of him.

"Drink," she ordered again.

"Why are you doing this?" Douglas asked.

"I told you. I want head. And I want to know why the fuck you payin' my child support."

"It was part of the divorce," Douglas said. He looked down at the demon drink, and chugged it down.

"Don't make no fuckin' sense to me. C'mon, bitch." She strode confidently to the bedroom, where an old, worn out mattress lay. Douglas realized this is probably where Antoine fucked her. She stripped her worn out, holey panties, exposing thick thighs, a large ass, a full tummy with stretch marks, and calloused feet. She lay back, exposing her hairy cunt.

He swallowed. Part of him wanted to run, now that she was in a compromising position, and never return ... and yet. He knelt, moving closer to her sex, starting by lapping up the creases of her thighs.

"Mmm, that's a good boy. Ain't never fucked with no white boy before," she murmured approvingly. He pushed his tongue down into the cleft of her ass, keeping it wide, dragging it up the expanse of her ass, over and over, making her toes curl. He sucked on the thick black lips of her pussy, tasting her essence, her scent and musk burning into his brain as he inexplicably hardened in his pants. His nose brushed back and forth over her thick, large clit.

"Mmm, fuck white boy ..." she purred, wrapping her thick legs around Douglas, making him feel tiny and submissive. She was thick, stoutly built with lots of muscle and fat, and her hands rested in his hair, guiding him in eating her wet sex.

He pushed his tongue inside her, his nose mashed against her clit. His tongue pushed in and out of her, and he felt her clutch at him, dominant and effervescent, making him yield and submit at every turn as she finally came against him, making him taste her nectar. He grunted with surprise, as he exploded hands free into his underwear, making a mess.

"I want a few more like that, white boy," she said, and he knew she meant it.