Handing Over the Keys

It was victory, of sorts, for Allie Barre. So many years of waiting, of biding her time, of being the perfect number 2. And now, her reward. To carry out Elizabeth's legacy. To spread the Al-Assaf program successfully throughout the South, and thereafter across the country. To be the flagship symbol of it all. Finally, the spotlight.

Her husband, Oussama, was getting his victory lap as well. His cousin Yusuuf was leaving him in charge while he served his political appointment. They had a traditional Somali meal to see the couple off, and then retreated to their bedroom. Allie left her hijab on, taking off the abaya to reveal the revealing matching lingerie set, in ivory white as her owner preferred.

"Mmm, you are every bit as beautiful as the day I took you from that white boy," Oussama said. He'd never acknowledged Teddy's name. But as he pulled out his stiffening Black cock, Allie didn't care about that fact at the moment. Soon, she was on her knees, pleasing her King as only a Queen of Spades could, her lips distended widely around the shaft.

She blew him till he reached full mast, then he slapped her ass roughly, mounting her like a common animal. He continued spanking her, pinkening her ass, trying unsuccessfully once more to humble her as he fed her his massive cock.