An unexpected errand

"You done drained me girl," Meat said with a chuckle, his voice thick with satisfaction as he lay sprawled across the bed. Candy, still trembling slightly, looked at him with a mix of surprise and submission.

"I need some energy now," he said, his eyes narrowing as he watched her. Candy felt a surge of obedience mixed with hesitation. She had indeed needed some energy too, but her stomach was kind of full from their KFC lunch earlier and all the cum she had been swallowing. "Go and fetch me some food girl," Meat growled, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Candy's eyes widened in surprise, her lips parting slightly as she processed Meat's command. "Me?" she asked, her voice tinged with hesitation. "How... where will I get it from, dear?" She glanced around the room, her mind racing with the implications. This wasn't just any neighborhood—it was a sleazy area in the outskirts of the town, crawling with thugs and hoodlums of all colors (mostly black), their suspicious gazes lingering too long on anyone who dared to pass. And then there was Bodie at the front desk, his presence adding another layer of unease to her already heightened anxiety. The thought of venturing out made her stomach twist into knots, her earlier arousal replaced by a growing sense of dread.

Meat's voice was laced with impatience as he waved a dismissive hand at Candy's concerns. "Don't fret, bitch," he growled, his tone sharp enough to cut through her hesitation. "Go out there and tell Bodie I need a fucking proper meal. He'll handle it, and you'll bring it back here. I've already stocked up on booze and energy bars from the shop using your card, but I need some real food after shitting out all that fried chicken you fed me before I started fucking you today", he chuckled.

Candy hesitated, her voice trembling as she spoke, "You want me to go out there, baby?" She glanced towards the door, her mind still racing. "Bodie is out there, and other people. What if... what if something happens?" Her words trailed off, laden with unspoken fears. Meat's expression darkened, his annoyance palpable. "Don't worry about Bodie, bitch," he growled, waving a dismissive hand. "He's my nigga. He knows you're mine, you told him yourself. He knows better than to mess with me." Candy rolled her eyes, a sign of silent frustration at his ignorance. She thought about how Meat trusted Bodie, but little did he know, Bodie had already taken advantage of her. She remembered when a few hours back Bodie made her kiss his large black cock and show him her body. The way he groped her roughly, making her both scared and aroused. She had almost given in to him, tempted to go further. Now, as she contemplated going back out there, she wondered if Bodie would try something again, and how Meat would react if he ever found out.

Candy moved towards the washroom, intent on cleaning up before her errand, but Meat's voice cut through the air like a whip. "Where the fuck are ya going, bitch?" he barked, his tone sharp with irritation. Candy froze, her hand on the doorknob, and turned her head slightly to meet his gaze. "I was going to take a shower," she replied, her voice soft. "I can't go out like this, dear. What will people think if they see me?" Meat snorted, rolling his eyes dismissively. "Who gives a shit what people think? You're mine, and you'll do what I say. Did i say you could clean off my cum? he sneered, his voice dripping with malice. "It's okay for you to gobble down my splooge and stuff it up your chute, but it's a problem if people see it? No shower for you tonight. You're going to go out like that and also sleep drenched in my spunk. You got that?" Candy meekly nodded, her eyes cast downward in submission. "Can I at least wear my dress, please?" she asked, her voice trembling.

Meat laughed, a harsh, mocking sound. "Your dress?" His grin widened as he tossed the g-string and bra at her. "You can wear those sexy pair of undies you brought to wear for me from home. No need for anything else. Nobody knows you here. But people know me here. They should get to see that Meat is meating a hot milf like you," he said, his voice dripping with amusement.

Candy reluctantly picked up the lingerie, her hands trembling as she put it on. The fabric of the bra clung to her skin, sticky from the cum that still lingered on her tits. She could feel it drying, a constant reminder of what had transpired. The g-string clung to her pubes, barely covering anything, and Meat's cum trickled down her thighs in a steady, humiliating stream. She could feel it dripping, warm and sticky, as it soaked into the fabric of the lingerie. The smell lingered, a reminding her of what she'd done a while back.

Candy glanced back at Meat, who had finally fallen asleep, his snores soft and rhythmic. Without hesitation, she reached into her bag and pulled out a short bathrobe, slipping it on quickly. The fabric was thin, but it offered a semblance of coverage. She grabbed the keys and moved towards the door, her heart pounding in her chest.