Whitetail Investments

"Mr. Jones, I'd like you to meet Jamie Windermere of JK Capital, and his wife, Kelly Windermere," Douglas said.

"Thank you, Douglas. You're dismissed," Moses said curtly. Douglas hesitated, and then left the office.

"Pleased to meet you, Jamie and Kelly," Moses said. Jamie was a thinly built 19 year old blonde male. Kelly was 18, with long natural blonde hair, a thick ass, fake DD tits, and dark blue eyes. She was staring at the older black man, her pink lips slightly parted. Moses bit his cheek. Business first, he concluded reluctantly.

"So, Douglas tells me you have a plan to build some apartments on the east side," he said. Jamie nodded, and then walked them through the development. He was a trust fund kid, but he needed connections, and someone to cut the red tape. And Moses wanted money and pussy. They discussed the plans for the next half hour, the white noise omnipresent in the background.

"So ... we're going to form a joint venture, Jamie you'll contribute the capital. I'm going to keep my name well the hell away from this," he hit the button, and his chief of staff Reginald came in.

"Reggie, do you have any good, distant intermediaries to facilitate some ... business, for me?" Moses asked, keeping his language vague.

"Sure, boss. A friend of a friend of a friend, Jerry," Reginald said, nodding and leaving the room.

"Good. And now you know the other requirement I have," Moses said, looking at Kelly. Jamie looked at her, and they nodded to each other. Moses sat down on his couch, and Kelly sat beside him.

"Tell me about yourself, babydoll," he said, his mouth against her ear.

"Well, like ... I graduated high school about three months back. Uhh, I was a cheerleader, homecoming queen. I've never been with a Black man."

"But you want to help little Jamie with his business dreams," Moses said, almost a whisper.

"I do," Kelly responded. Her hand slipped down to Moses's pants, unzipping and unbuttoning them. Her pink lips fell wide apart. "Oh my God. Jamie ... it's so big!" She looked at her boyfriend in awe.

"That's right, baby," he said, feeling her jerk on him, a little unsteady and in shock still. "Help big Moses make you feel good. Sit down, white boy." Jamie sat down, in a daze, tugging out his own cock. Moses looked over, shaking his head. Jamie was cursed with a micropenis, it appeared.

Soon, Moses and Kelly were frenching hungrily, his hand between her thighs. He noted that the carpet matched the drapes, rubbing her clit insistently, driving her crazy.

"That's it, that's my pet. Just a little fucking blonde bimbo, aren't you. Barely a brain in your head, just a fucking sex machine that needs cock. Real cock, not Jamie's little penis," he felt Kelly cum again, as she pulled her skirt up to her waist, climbing on top of Moses, pushing his fat black rod into her tight pink pussy. He heard Jamie cum behind them, as Kelly bounced on Moses deliriously, until he finally gifted her with his seed. They both panted, recovering, Moses absently rubbing Kelly's big fake tits.

"By the way, white boy ... the name of this venture is ..." Moses said, looking at Kelly's round ass, tanned from the sun. "Whitetail Investments."