Getting it Out of Her System

Meanwhile, one room down, Monique was trying to get this white boy out of her system. She had pussy to get back to, prime pussy, good pussy, as soon as Mira finished siring herself a child. But this white boy, he was getting addictive.

His head hung over the edge of the bed, giving Monique a perfect lane to throatfuck him. He had clothespins affixed to his nipples, his cockhead, and his large balls. She was raking her long nails up and down his body, marking him.

"Fucking soy boy bitch. Fucking beta. Fucking little dicked loser," Monique said, pistoning her hips in and out of his mouth. His face was a mess of thick drool and precum. "Are you my faggot? Hm?" She pulled her dick out, slapping the thick prick against his face as he panted.

"Yes, Mistress ... yes!" Douglas croaked out. Monique flipped him over. The only thing he was allowed to wear in bed now was a leather harness. From his diet, he was growing skinnier and skinnier, and it was easy now for Monique to toss him around. She grabbed hold of the steel ring, positioning him onto all fours.

He kept his ass lubricated and clean for her, but even with the daily fuckings and the pre-care and after-care, it always felt like he was being resized for the first time. He grunted loudly as she pushed her cock into her ass.

"Nasty pig," Monique said. "Nasty fucking pig. Nastier than your wife." She pushed her hips forward, feeding him cock. His abused, tormented little cock gave up a thick rope of cum at that. "Look at you, still cumming hands free on me like a little bitch. Who is your Daddy, hm?"

"Y-y-you are," Douglas cried, as she started to pound him.

"Damn fucking right. Douglas's girl Daddy," she mewled into his ear. She wanted this bitch out of her system, but he might be delicious enough to keep.