...The Sweeter the Juice

Douglas had enough money to move into the ramshackle apartment building where Jamaal and Antoine lived. He was three doors down from Shanequa. He kept her on retainer. Every evening, she came down at some point. She was in shorts and a bra when she knocked on his door at 2 a.m.

"Hey, peckerwood," she said.

"Hey baby," Douglas replied sleepily. She came in, helping herself to some whiskey, as she took off her shorts and thong. Douglas got onto his hands and knees, crawling under the table. He gently started to suck on her thick black cunt lips. They'd seen some use tonight.

"Big brotha laid some pipe tonight," Shanequa explained. "Just cause I'm on retainer, don't mean I can't get fucked, honky. But don't worry, he wore a condom. No surprise meal for you tonight." Douglas felt her long nails dig into his hair, pulling him up to suck at her thick clit, and then pushing him down to eat her big ass. His cock throbbed in his pants, a lust that was unrequited from his black stripper partner.