Another Set

Moses helped himself to a second serving of smothered porkchop, adding some more mustard greens with ham hock to Elizabeth's plate. Across the table sat Douglas and Shanequa, her gazing at Moses lustfully.

"How's the food, Moses?" Shanequa asked, refilling his sweet tea. Douglas was a little envious. He never got this red carpet treatment.

"Good, thank you baby. Well, I'm glad the little peckerwood accepted the job offer, and invited me over. Shalonda is a beautiful baby," Moses said smoothly. "But I wanted to make another couple of stipulations to the new job."

"Oh?" Douglas said suspiciously.

"Indeed, peckerwood," Moses said dismissively. "First, I want another child with Shanequa for Elizabeth and I. And two, I want you to get a vasectomy, white boy. That little dick of yours is too potent to be near some prime pussy like Shanequa's. So if you want it bareback when she isn't pregnant ... you're going to have to get clipped so you ain't polluting anymore wombs."

***

Elizabeth let Douglas hold her hand this time, her free hand pistoning her Moses-sized dildo in and out of her creamy pussy. Douglas was jerking off, his mind swirling with emotions: lust for Elizabeth, lust for Shanequa, that ultimate cuckold's angst at the choice Moses presented. Both of them watched, working their sexes to orgasm, watching the Black Bull breed the Black Queen in front of them.