Jordan's Day

Jordan Hill had the swagger to take Elizabeth to the fanciest restaurant in town, in the whitest part of town, put his deep voice in her ear and work her into a tizzy with his words alone, not to mention his large Black hand roaming over her pert white ass.

They got stares, plenty of stares. Hushed, disapproving words whispered from husbands to wives and slightly ... jealous ... looks from the wives at Elizabeth.

They ate their meal almost as honeymooners, feeding each other bites of various delicacies, Jordan stealing gropes here and there, and by the time they left, Jordan's expensive trousers were severely tented.

Jordan drove Douglas's old Mercedes back to the Castle home, his large cock resting in Elizabeth's capable hands. They sauntered up to the bedroom, sprawling out onto the big bed, and Jordan ate all of Elizabeth -- from her delicate, petite feet to her lips. He was the only truly manly partner she had, and to be quite sure, he was more than enough. Tall, muscular, with a ridiculous foot long cock, heavy balls, and a tight ass, he would have been a partner for Elizabeth that she'd be proud of. And here she had the gift of Monique and Mira's company too. The couple could here Monique and Mira one room over, the Ebony transsexual topping the Thai ladyboy, hearing what a noisy bottom Mira was as Monique capably plowed her.

The noise next door broke Elizabeth from her reverie and she brought Jordan up to fuck her, his long Ebony sword sheathing into her pink velvet hilt. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, as he pounded away, and both of them knew he'd well outlast Mira and Monique a room over. In a house full of big cocks, there was only one true alpha bull, Elizabeth knew.