He takes that ass

For many years Bobby hadn't really had that much of an interest in the rap industry, being more of a classical guy himself. The few times he had seen rap music videos had only reinforced this point, as rap had fewer music videos and more pimps showing off their goods as rappers talked about money and **** while their dancers shook their asses behind them.

So when he first found out he'd gotten a rapper studio and probably had a chance with one of those girls of jiggly temptation, he had been excited. That had lasted for all of two seconds once he actually got the place and met the ladies in question. He was quickly informed that they were as likely to shiv him to **** as they were to talk to him.

So yes, his dreams of having his own jiggly chocolate were very brutally murdered by his own workers; he may have been killed as well if they all hadn't come to the conclusion that they needed him to not become homeless, as nobody else was likely to take them with their current work records. Though now that dream was alive again, apparently, as Choco had offered up her own fat ass by being a stupid negro and pushing the white man who pays for all of her shit one step too far.

So Choco was picked up from the floor, where she had been tempting Bobby with her heavy breathing, as that had been causing her bountiful breast to jiggle rather sinfully. He bent her over his desk, causing her ass to stick out and her to find her feet under her as her legs were still weak from the earlier throat fucking.

Bobby gave her no time to adjust to the new position as Choco was trying to steady herself on her high heels; she suddenly felt a cold breeze as Bobby quickly pulled her pants and panties down with a single hand while the other grabbed hand pulled her belt off her pants. Before Choco could respond to suddenly having her pants and panties around her ankles, Bobby was bringing her own belt across her ass.

This caused her to let out a pained scream, then Bobby brought it across her other ass cheek, causing it to jiggle as well as causing Choco to scream again. "That's right, jiggle for Bobby, you fucking monkey." He said with venom into Choco's ear before he began to bring the belt across Choco's ass, moving from one ass cheek to the next, not stopping until Choco's ass was purple and her voice was hoarse.

"Now it's time I use that back door of yours." Bobby said, and before she could muster the strength into her vocal cords to protest, she found her purple and black ass being stretched out by Bobby. She gave a muffled scream as, without any type of lubricant, Bobby thrust deep into her ass and pressed his hardened chest into her bruised ass cheeks.

Bobby thrust again and again, jackhammering her ass without mercy, giving grunts of pleasure as he did it. Though eventually Choco's whimpers of pain turned into moans of pleasure. Not that Bobby noticed; he did not care what Choco felt one way or the other at this point, as he was merely using her as an object to get off with.

Soon enough she accomplished this task, as after one last thrust that went deep into the core of Choco, Bobby's pale pillar, probably reaching a spot it shouldn't have been in, unloaded its ammunition. This caused Choco to come as well, the feeling of Bobby's burning sperm filling her ass being too much for her to handle.

Once Bobby was done and unloaded every drop into Choco's ass, he pulled out, causing a river of sperm to come out of Choco's ass. Bobby then walked over to the other side of the desk and stared down at the exhausted Choco. He looked her in the eyes and said, "Open." She complied, and Bobby crammed his cock down her throat.

"Now clean your ass off my cock." Bobby said in a firm tone, leaving unsaid what would happen if she tried anything else. Choco complied and quickly began to lick Bobby's cock clean. Once she was done, Bobby simply put his dick back in his pants and walked out of his office, leaving the exhausted and destroyed Choco on his desk.

Bobby was going to his car; he was going to drive home and spend his last few hours as a free man at home enjoying himself. Though as he walked out the door, he looked over to the secretary's desk, wondering why she hadn't already got the cops after him considering he had been violating Choco for a while.

The look on his secretary's face said it all. It was a look of pure shock because, of course, his racist secretary couldn't believe she lived in a world where white men weren't all submissive cucks or whatever racist bullshit they usually made up in the ghetto.

Well, at least in prison he probably won't have to deal with that form of racism, as only hard guys go to jail. So he could just hang out with the white bikers and be a tough guy, so there was a positive in not having to put up with racism all the fucking time from Blacks. Things were looking up, Bobby thought as he walked past his shocked secretary and towards the building entrance.