The Nephew

Elizabeth was mopping the floors, wiping her brow. Keeping the house swept of the mess created by the Broadus brood was an all-consuming task.

"I'm off to see Betty," Broadus said. "But I'd like you to keep my nephew company today."

"N-n-nephew?" Elizabeth said, a bit nervous.

"He's a virgin," Broadus said, smiling broadly. "Break him in for me."

***

He was known as Chubbs. He was the heaviest man Elizabeth had ever seen naked, and it should have disgusted her. His belly hang down heavy, only eclipsed by a heavy hanging cock. He was asthmatic with poor vision and hearing.

He didn't bother hitting on Elizabeth or seducing her. He knew he didn't have to. He was naked within only a moment of entering the Broadus home.

Elizabeth knew she should be disgusted, that she should reject him. But the collar around her throat was a constant reminder of her submission. And as she rubbed that Black cock, getting it to full staff gingerly so as to not set it off prematurely, her only desire was to plesae.

He took her missionary style. She wanted to ride it, to control the pace. But he wanted to dominate, and she could not refuse him. So there she was, his sweat dripping into her mouth, his bulk undulating as he shimmied atop her, feeding her his cock. And she was anything but disgusted.

"Yes, Chubbs, right there!" Elizabeth cried out again. "Cummmmming."

She came thrice more before Chubbs gifted her with his seed.