The Downward Spiral

It was a routine now. Sure, she'd been retained to clean her old house, but the job was really cleaning Moses's seed out of Julia's sodden cunt. Moses had put restrictions on her too -- though Elizabeth had aspired to use these earnings to build her life back, he'd take her to that fried chicken shack on the way to her apartment, and she'd stress eat. Chickens, shakes, fries -- everything to add even more inches onto her pendulous bust and thick ass.

"This bitch needs some more chicken," Moses said, holding Elizabeth's debit card in his hand. Never with his own money, the product of his twisted scheme. But hers, to keep her down. She was really full ... but she knew better to say no.

She munched on the food silently, as Moses stared impassively at her. He'd had her get a weave done too, just like the Black women. She wondered if she'd always been this -- her generic, vapid white culture just a skin deep thing, and if she was really Black on the inside like Moses said.

After, he drove her out to that run down apartment complex, the neon of Sugar's just a block away. He reached down, casually unzipping his fly.

Elizabeth flushed. It wasn't even a big ask really. She'd done far far worse, but the nonchalance of her ex-husband was a bit much. She looked at the big, fat, flaccid tool, larger than Douglas even as limp as it was. She gently cradled those heavy, potent nuts as she sucked his cock, pulling the foreskin back to work the head with her tongue. Soon it was long and fat, a cock she was intimately familiar with as any.

"You know how I like it, honky," Moses growled. "Ghetto head."

Elizabeth nodded, then started to bob her head up and down on it, deep. His gnarled hand occasionally rested into her hair, holding her head down at the base of the shaft, making her eyes water and the snot and saliva pool on those breeder nuts.

She was an instrument at this point ... a tool. Not worthy of being a wife. Her thick, wobbly ass and tits weren't even suitable for Sugar's.

"Uppity ass bitch," Moses said, slapping her hard, snapping her out of her reverie. "Take this dick right."

She bobbed up and down, taking the length with practiced ease, her hands manipulating his slick, mucus laden nuts. He kept his paw wrapped in her mane, his toes curling, trying to deny that moment as long as possible.

"Fuckin' bitch," he growled, jamming his cock into the hilt, pumping his seed directly into her belly. Then he kicked her out, base bitch that she was.