Property of the BDB

Douglas and Monique resided in the worst part of Oakland. The public interest salary coupled with the child support still flowing back to South Carolina didn't leave a lot of money for luxuries. So they made do in this lean-to in the ghetto.

It didn't distract Monique from her primary goal of getting her nut though. That was first and foremost morning noon and night. And here, late at night, the power presently off, her sweaty frame plowed her white fuckdoll husband mercilessly.

She'd even had him inked. She still had her BDB tattoo on her wrist, marking her as the Big Dicked Bitch. Douglas was now the property of the BDB, his pale, never-seen-sun ass with that dark black mark on it. She didn't expect anyone to fuck with her property, but she liked him marked just the same. She liked to look at it while she fed him her dick.

Even still, she could barely make it out, their body heat making them both shine, and the pale moonlight barely allowing him to see her personal bitchboy. She rammed him with her ten inch prick, her stamina and control complete. He'd long since cum in his own undies, filling them with his thick seed, by the time she was ready.

"Mmm, gonna make you carry my seed to work tomorrow, faggot. My little white bitchboy," she said, slapping his ass hard and purring.

"Cum, please, please Monique," Douglas whined petulantly, bitch that he was.

"Fuck, fuck, FUCK," Monique groaned, loud enough for the neighbors to hear as she filled Douglas's ass to the brim with thick ropes of seed. It'd embarrassed him to no end in the beginning, but the neighborhood liked to see a white boy brought so low by the BDB.