Prison Sex

You were in the shower, gripping the slick walls helplessly, your Master behind you, his big slick cock making your asshole pucker in anticipation. You reached down, as the soap slid again.

"C'mon, faggot, pick up the soap," he barked at you, as you tried crouching again. Just as you thought you had it, it slipped out of your grasp once more. "You ain't gonna get it back crouching bitch. Bend over like a proper faggot."

Blushing beet red, you finally conceded, lifting your haunches up and surrendering. Your hands reaching down, finally grasping the soap, and you felt Trevor's huge white cock slip into your owned ass.

"Oh fuckkkkkk," you gasped, as Trevor slapped your ass hard, then reached around to cradle your limp, caged remnant.

"I know our bitch is fucking that brotha ..." he hissed, wanting to say worse. "But what kind of cock does her pussy ex like?" Truthfully, you'd take either, but there was only one answer to a white supremacist.

"White cock ... white," you said, your voice breaking. He redoubled his efforts, and you knew you'd pleased him.