The next day, questions from Ken

You came home from work the next day to find Ken waiting for you in the entryway. He looked concerned.

"Look, man. You don't want to go in there." He motioned his eyes towards your bedroom door. "I don't know what's going on, but -- listen buddy, I'm really sorry to be the messenger, but don't shoot me. Jesse came home with a guy. They're in your room right now," He paused, "They've been making noise on and off."

You nod solemnly, not looking in his eye.

"You're not really reacting and I'm not sure how to react to that. Do you know about this?" Ken's concern was turning into confusion and disgust.

"Look, man. It's fine. It's fine." You walk towards your bedroom door and open it swiftly, making sure Ken can't see what's inside.

You enter to find Jesse making out with a black guy on your bed. They're both ass naked, and the sheets are tangled between them. Jesse saw you and smirked with her lips smacking the man's. She motioned you over with a come hither finger.

"This is Keith. I met him at the bar."

You walked to the side of the bed and found one of Jesse's hands wrapped around the biggest blackest cock you've ever seen, slick with the sheen of having fucked Jesse twice already.

Keith looked you up and down while he rubbed your girlfriends naked ass. His hands were covered in either oil or lube, and he was probing a finger into her asshole. "So this is your cucky? Don't you know it's rude to come in without knocking and just stare at us like some perverted freak? We're in the middle of something. I'm about to fuck your girl's virgin ass."

Jesse curled up into Keith and whispered in his ear, "He's already sucked other's cum out of my pussy. Don't send him away. He needs to see this."

Keith never looked at you when he spoke, "OK cuck, you can either go get us some cold beer, or you do every fucking thing we say. Every. Fucking. Thing."