Cuckquean, Part II

Morty had requested Emily to come see him at work. Well, request didn't feel right. Neither did invite. It was more like a summons.

It was late, after most of the employees had left. Emily timidly went to the corner office, to see what she'd feared. Betty's wet Black cunt sliding up and down Morty's huge pink pole. Betty's head snapped around as soon as she heard the door open, and her lips curled into a wolfish smile.

"Go sit in the corner, white bitch. Diddle yourself while you watch," Betty ordered. Emily wanted to protest. She wanted to be a real white bitch, grab Betty's glossy hair and toss her off her husband. But instead, she meekly went to the corner and watched the live porn, starting to rub her pussy as Betty went back to riding Morty's cock.

Betty's asshole was coal colored, and Emily fixated on that target for some reason as she rubbed her clit furiously. That and her husband's huge pinkish balls throbbing viciously in her cunt. Betty fucked with a purpose, and soon had a pussy full of thick seed. She promptly marched over to Emily, pulling a chair close and sitting down. She grabbed the white bitch's head, tugging her tight to Betty's sex, and Betty moaned as Emily tentatively ate pussy.

"See I told you, baby," she called out to Morty. "This bitch knows her place. She eats pussy like she's a dyke." She purred, rubbing Emily's hair as the bottle blonde ate her pussy. When Emily kept rubbing her pussy, suddenly freezing up as she orgasmed, Betty cackled.

"Gonna be my full-time pussy cleaner, bitch," Betty growled victoriously.