Twosome, Part III

Tyshawn showed up at your door the same night Carrie was getting ravished. He had a smirk on your face.

"T-t-tyshawn," you stuttered. "What brings you here?"

"I thought I'd come see my new favorite white boy," he said, with a victorious smile. "I brought some porn for us to watch."

It was Blacks on Boys. Even when you were with Carrie, you had a secret subscription to it. You had a wine cooler while Tyshawn drank a beer, and he took your dainty hand, placing it on his crotch. He was already mostly hard.

"You just like one of these boys, you know?" he said. "A real pussy underneath." You blushed, almost instinctively massaging his cock.

He tugged his cock free, for you to suck. You whimpered obediently against it, your lips parting submissively as his strong hands buried themselves in your dark locks. After a few minutes, he was tugging your underwear off, exposing your tight white ass.

"That's a bitch ass right there," he said. He lubricated you, taking his time, while you nursed at his prick. And then it was time.

"You like pussy, bitch?" he asked, slapping his cock on your asscheeks. You shook your head.

"I want a verbal answer, bitch."

"No, Sir."

"Gooood, boy," he purred, and you felt him push into you. He took his time, inch by inch, until he was lodged deep inside you. And then he started fucking you, like you'd always wanted and needed. A toy for a big strong man.