The Blacker the Berry

Douglas was at his favorite seedy strip club, getting a dance from his favorite seedy stripper, Shanequa. She'd been dancing with him since she joined the strip club 12 months ago, and she turned 18 only 15 months ago.

She was a meaty slut where it counted. 34FF breasts, natural, and a 38 inch ass with two incredibly bubbly ass globes. When she got to twerking, they were independently shaking around like jello.

And she was available, for a price. And tonight, he'd finally buy her for a little while.

"So any plans tonight, baby?" Shanequa said, grinding herself hard against Douglas's lap.

"No, how about you?"

"Just dancing unless something better comes along."

Douglas looked at his phone. A text from Elizabeth, asking if she could see him tonight.

Douglas: At work. Come on by the office.

"I think something better just came along," Douglas said.

***

Elizabeth drove, in an almost robotic daze. Did she really want a divorce? Did she want perhaps a marriage of convenience, where she could pursue Moses from her privileged position, but Douglas would be the pretend husband? Would Moses accept anything other than being her husband?

She got to her husband's office. There was his Mercedes. Nobody else was around. She put in the code to get into the offices, and then went to the spacious corner suite. She heard moans from the suite and hurried over, unlocking the door.

***

Douglas heard the door unlock. He was balls deep in Shanequa, who was very good at faking orgasms. He peeled off the condom quickly, and slid back inside her. He expected fury and rage. What he heard was laughter.

"Oh my God. I came to divorce you, little peckerwood," Elizabeth said, chortling. Shanequa's pussy was too tight, too wet, and Douglas couldn't contain himself in this moment, starting to fill the black stripper up with his seed.

"The fuck, honky," Shanequa protested as he leaned his body over hers, making her take every drop.

"Elizabeth, I just couldn't help myself, I'm sorry," Douglas said, with a cheshire cat smile.

"Sorry isn't enough, peckerwood. Now I know why you've been ignoring me ... ignoring our children. Getting your rocks off with some stripper with a ghetto ass. I came here to leave you, Douglas. And now I'm going to take you, for everything I can. Enjoy that ass, it's pretty."

And with that, she walked off, laughing again as she got into the hallway. That tough choice had become so easy.