The Matriarch

Allie came in right before closing time, wearing a short pink microskirt, a blouse that left little to the imagination, and balancing precariously on six inch heels. She wasn't as curvy as Elizabeth, and with a haughty demeanor ... but damn, she was pretty on the eyes, even though it was clear she'd been crying.

It took half an hour to get it out of her. What a cheating scumbag Teddy was. And then, tipsy as hell, it was Allie that made the first move, not Antoine. She melted against the older Black man, tiny compared to his large, strong frame, nestling into him as she kissed him forcefully. He returned the kiss, his hands exploring her tight ass globes, peeling her miniskirt up. She undid his jeans, her eyes going wide.

"No way," she whispered, only to be met with the reality of an eleven inch Black cock. She played with the foreskin and heavy nutsac, disbelieving. "God, Antoine ..."

"I'll go slow," Antoine promised. He shed his jeans, walking over to the entrance and flipping it over to 'Closed'. He returned, pushing Allie gently over the bar. She kept her sex shaven, and her ass was smaller than Elizabeth's, Antoine noticed. He rubbed the tip of his giant fuckstick against her entrance.

"Too big," she squealed, anticipating. He rested his hand on her back, comforting her, taking her slow as he promised, letting her pussy spread on its own accord after he worked the thick head inside her. Long moments passed of him sitting there, the tip inside her, while she moaned and panted. But finally, he'd worked a solid eight into her. This would have to do for now.

She squealed and moaned and panted like a banshee, cumming almost continuously as the bartender rutted inside her. Finally, she felt thick ropes of cum mark her womb. It was important to Antoine to claim this woman, and he pushed an extra couple of inches inside her as he came, so she could feel him impossibly deep.

"Come home with me," he ordered her simply. "And we'll see what the future brings."