Locking Him Down

Douglas was eating Jada's pussy after making dinner for her seven other children. It was a busy household, but the stricter Jada got, the more he found himself in a good place. Her hand was in his hair, focusing him on her clit.

"I want you to propose to me, white boy," she said, as if she was ordering some food.

"W-w-what?" Douglas asked, taken aback.

"You fucking heard me. What's in my belly?" Douglas looked down.

"My baby."

"So you too fucking good to be a husband and a dad?"

"Of course not. Please Jada --" she stopped him with a slap.

"I told you to come correct," she reminded him testily.

"Please Mistress. Please ... marry this undeserving white boy," Douglas said, begging.

"Now that's a good boy. I think you deserve a treat. In my chair." She stood, gesturing to the chair. She unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, pulling out his stiff white cock, flicking the tip absently. She squeezed the balls, and settled in to give Douglas the best head he had ever received. He came quickly of course, which she swallowed. Then she took out a black plastic cock cage, fixing it over his cock.

"Hey wait --" he said, and Jada squeezed his balls hard.

"My white boy ain't going to have any temptations out there," she said, locking it and putting the key around her neck. "Gonna be damn sure of that. Now go get me a ring, white boy, and you best impress."