The Garbageman Cummeth

It took two long showers for D-Train to get all the grime and stench from his day job off him to the point that Aaron felt it would satisfy Reena's high tastes. Aaron looked at the built Black thug, biting his lower lip. In a different world, Aaron thought ... then shook those thoughts out of his head.

They arrived at Reena's stately, vacant home. D-Train was wearing new Air Jordans, purchased by Aaron, along with designer sweats and a gold chain. It was a higher caliber of thuggishness that Aaron was aiming for, something that would be tolerable for Reena until he sealed the deal with his big Black cock.

He made dinner for his Indian Goddess and their guest, keeping Reena's wine filled, and going through an entire body of Henny on D-Train. Reena looked at D-Train, a mixture of emotions flowing through her. He was physically attractive. And he cleaned up well enough. But still, he was the garbageman. And he didn't have the track record as far as contributing good genes to offspring. But God, that potency.

Afterwards, Reena and D-Train made themselves both comfortable on the couch. They were both ****, and the bullish D-Train leaned in, kissing the Indian queen. She felt his thick lips and long, probing tongue, melting under his touch. He massaged her breasts, and Aaron watched with bated breath.

Finally, Reena tugged down D-Train's sweatpants, exposing his huge Black cock, with two large balls already heavy with seed.

"Holy shit," Reena said, looking at it with awe.

"Mmmhm," D-Train said. "That's some real dick right there. All the bitches be lovin' this."

"Well, I'm not a bitch that likes to share," Reena said stiffly. D-Train looked curiously at her, stripping her. He was fascinated by the thick, glossy forest of pubic hair on her, well kept by Aaron. He pushed a finger into her.

"Fuck, you is tight," he muttered.

"Mmhm," Reena purred, biting her lower lip as the Black man fingered her.

"High fuckin' quality pussy too," D-Train said, half to himself. "You want to be the only bitch ... then this is my pussy, we're talking one hundred percent. You dig? And you get me something better than fuckin' grabbing garbage."

"I think ... fuck ... I think that can be arranged," Reena said. "Aaron, do be a darling and get the room prepared."

Aaron scampered into the room, getting the sheets and blankets and pillows adjusted. A minute later, D-Train carried Reena into the room, kissing her soundly. Aaron watched, open mouthed.

They half fucked, half made love. It took what felt like an hour for D-Train to even get lodged into Reena's ultratight pussy. The booze and her arousal was the only thing that made the process tolerable. But the moment D-Train started feeding her his cock, his balls audibly slapping her asshole, she knew what she was missing her entire life.

"Oh God, fuck me with that Black cock," Reena begged loudly. Aaron belatedly tugged his cock out of his pants, starting to furiously wank his small white shaft while his brown-skinned Mistress got cock. Eventually, D-Train was grunting, Reena was wailing, and Aaron was cumming, far too prematurely. He'd cum twice more before he watched the garbageman seed his Goddess.