The King (Epilogue)

"Mmm, I'm so glad I met you, my King," Carrie purred, rubbing Jerome's long, fat black cock. Her pussy was filled with seed, yet Carrie was still trying to coax another orgasm out of him, onto her belly. "From how we started ... God, showing up on your doorstop almost naked. We've come so far."

"Mmmmm," Jerome said. They'd just found out they were having a son, and both were in a celebratory mood. His cock had just come moments before, and Carrie wanted one more nut out of him. "You are the perfect woman, Carrie. What your ex and his dad did ..."

"Shhh, no more about them," Carrie said. She focused on the handjob, and soon she got her reward, as he marked her pregnant belly with her seed. "I love you, Jerome." In the background, she could hear Cassie and Marvin going at it. They really should be preparing for their wedding, Carrie thought.

***
Across town, Tyshawn had just pulled out of your ass. His big black pipe slapped against your half-stiff white shaft, causing your skin to ripple. He did it again, and again, cockslapping your small cock, making your balls ache and your cock twitch. And then he came, over and over, thick rich ropes of cum coating your cock, making it almost invisible, as he marked you as his. He panted.

"I want you to be my little femboy wife," he said. That set you off, and you came, little droplets of seed compared to Tyshawn's flood.

***

For Carrie, it was the best of all worlds. A strong, wealthy Black husband. Black sons and daughters. Her sister, at her side, on the same path. And her ex, getting his sissy ass screwed daily. a wife in service to Black Kings, just as she was.