Fulfilling Needs

Emily had indulged Beau's whims enough. But giving handjobs to your boss can only get a girl so far, she reasoned. So here they were, square ass out in the ghetto, with two guys that ostensibly recruited girls for the street.

How Beau knew them, she didn't know, nor did she want to know. What she did know was that she was here, on her hands and knees, between two men both equally twice her age: Lamar, the owner of a nearby strip club as far as she could reckon, and Devonte, who apparently ran strippers as escorts in their part-time. Neither were men she could ever imagine herself even talking to, not to mention fuck.

Yet here she was. Devonte's long, fat Black cock was halfway down her throat. On her other end, Lamar's equally impressive Black pole was plowing her pussy. And though she'd never want to have a conversation with these men ... the sex was good. She felt filled. And when she came, sweet Beau came at the same time, from the corner, jerking off. She'd always wanted to just fit, to benefit from the white privilege she felt entitled to. But now she could get both, she realized.