The Rosewood Cafe-Chapter 2 (Patreon)

Something was wrong. Dangerously wrong. She could feel it deep in her bones. Something here was amiss. Bri Watson was an intelligent, capable woman, you had to be if you had any hope of running a successful business. Part of being so highly driven was how meticulous and detail-oriented she was. Jaz used to tease her for how wound she could get about the smallest of mistakes or the tiniest inconsistencies, but Bri knew better. She knew that letting the little things slip was like a one-way road headed straight to even bigger disasters. She ran a tight, well-maintained ship, not just under her roof, but even here at The Rosewood. Her staff knew she was not be to trifled with, and all her regular customers appreciated all the hard work and effort she put in, all with a bright, affectionate smile drawn across those tantalizingly fat, pillowy lips.

Call it whatever you want, a mother’s intuition, a woman’s sixth sense, or even just a warning that the Lord himself personally delivered to one of his most faithful followers, but walking into the Rosewood that day somehow filled Bri with the most overwhelming sense of dread. As she looked around, nothing seemed to be out of order. The shelves were perfectly aligned, books organized in exactly the way Bri insisted, chairs and tables were neatly arranged just like how she envisioned, even the dessert counter was absolutely spotless, not even a speck of dust in sight. Everything looked perfect, so why was that little, gnawing voice inside her head nagging at her, telling her “SOMETHING IS WRONG HERE!”.

As Bri inched closer and closer to her office, she finally realized it… That STENCH. That pungent, mind-numbing, obscenely addictive odor… It wafted from behind her locked office like a hot, muggy heat… It made her outlandishly voluptuous legs wobble like jelly beneath her, made her thick, deliciously fat pussy ache and quiver ravenously, made her bright, hazel-green eyes water and steamy, drooling tongue slowly slip out of her piping hot maw. Her hands trembled violently as she struggled to even unlock the door, but eventually she made it inside and was hit with the full, unrelenting force of that irresistibly powerful, hyper-masculine musk! She held onto the wall as her legs nearly gave out underneath her, her hungrily aching pussy sopping her silky thong in steamy, sugary waves of her addictively sweet cunt-slop, as she took in deep, greedy whiffs of that otherworldly, Alpha-enriched aroma! IT REEKED, the stench oozing off every piece of furniture in her office, and wafting off the walls! Despite everything in its rightful place, the entire office looking like it had been scrubbed by hand from top to bottom, that stench was unmistakable. IT REEKED LIKE A REAL MAN!

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Even after questioning Ana and Drew, Bri couldn’t get a straight answer out of either of them. Ana was… Different. She seemed dazed and almost delirious all of the time now, staring off into space, furiously rubbing her humongous, suffocatingly thick thighs together, while furiously texting on her phone almost all the time. She could hear her, the once sweet, hardworking barista, gasping and moaning underneath her breath, whimpering “Babyyy ♥” and “Daddyyy ♥” like a nasty bitch in heat. Ana was even dressing differently… Coming to work all dolled up like a slutty whore ready for a night of clubbing! Tiny little crop tops, too-tight tube tops, insanely skimpy mini-skirts, ass-hugging booty-shorts, and anything else short and slutty was all she was showing up in; her marshmallowy, mammoth-sized udders and gigantic, jello-y twerk-shelf almost always out on display, bouncing, clapping, and wobbling like a braindead stripper, as she spends her entire shift staring out the door, waiting for HIM to come walking in…

Whenever Drew saw him, his face became a ghastly shade of white, eyes full of nothing but complete and utter fear, while Ana goes rushing into the big, beastly, broad-shouldered behemoth’s enormous, cannon-like arms; his giant, calloused hands immediately magnetized to all that remarkably round, mouthwateringly jiggly chocolate pound-cake, kneading, squeezing, and furiously smacking Ana’s wobbling globes of dark ghetto-booty harder and harder, as she buries her fat, sugary tongue right down his greedy gullet, dragging him into a nasty, needy, tongue-raping kiss! It went on like this day after day, week after week, Ana’s clothes getting progressively sluttier, and Tyler showing up every day during her break, leaving with a smile on his face and his clothes looking suspiciously disheveled…

This boy… No, this MAN, he reeked just like her office did… Could he…? No… Bri told herself she was wrong. She didn’t like Tyler, but Ana was a smart girl with a good head on her shoulders. She had to be seeing something in him that Bri just didn’t, right…?

Everything changed one particular morning when Bri came into the cafe early to get a little paperwork done. Ana and Drew were working that shift, and of course, the fat-titted, bootylicious black bimbo was busy texting and moaning, practically licking her phone, while Drew was handling the early morning rush. Bri was livid, not only was she not doing her job, but she was making things harder on her beloved nephew! This needed to end NOW! Bri marched right over, hand on her tremendously thick, juicy hip, glaring down at the mindlessly moaning dark-chocolate fuck-doll, as Ana eventually looked up a split second, rolled her eyes, and went right back to texting like a madwoman.

Bri’s extremely voluptuous, mind-bogglingly milky-soft rack of deep, rich, nubian-black tit-meat wobbled and heaved violently as she took in deep breaths to calm herself down. “Ana… When you’re at work, you actually have to do your job. You can’t just be texting all day, and expecting Drew to do everything for you.” Her voice, normally soft and motherly, was as cold and frigid as ice. “Cuc-- I mean Drew doesn’t mind it, do you Drew? He’s fine. Besides, I’m about to go on my break in a minute anyway. Dadd-- I mean, Tyler is coming and I need him soooo baddd…” Ana giggled, her voice so high-pitched and braindead that Bri barely recognized it. “Ana. Either get off your phone now, or you and I are going to have a serious problem.” Bri sounded so stern, so commanding, like a mother scolding her misbehaving child. She crossed her arms, making her soft, squishy, obscenely fat milkers heave and wobble even harder, as Ana’s bratty whines sounded so… Pornographic.

“Butttttt whyyyyyy! Tylerrrrr’s coming! I don’t wannnaaaaaaa help!” Suddenly, the door flung open, and the once noisy rush of impatient customers immediately ceased. It was HIM. Ana nearly dropped her phone as she sprinted right over to him, the clack of her six-inch stiletto heels filling the deathly silence of the cafe, as she leapt into Tyler’s huge, hunky, ripplingly thick arms; her mind-numbingly fat, creamy-soft tits practically popping out of her tiny pink tube-top, those puffy, chocolaty nipples peeking out bit by bit, as she climbed Tyler like a tree, locking her thick, juicy legs tightly around his narrow, cinched waist, while the sloppy “CLAP” “CLAP” “CLAP” of her utterly gelatinous, mindlessly twerking nigger-cheeks flooded the Rosewood like a roaring applause. She was practically dry-humping him, that furiously bouncing tit-shelf smashing up and down against his gigantic, hulking frame, as her alluringly fat, over-glossed lips painted his irresistible lips, rugged cheek, and muscular neck with needy, addicted, worshipping kisses!

“Good morning, Daddyyyy ♥♥♥ Mmmmpphhhmmmm… Soooo sexyyyy… You pumped those big gorgeous muscles sooo hard at the gym, didn’t you Daddyyy ♥♥♥ Fuuugggghhhh ♥♥♥ I wanna lick you clean soooo badddd… Let me give you a hot, slutty tongue-bath, pleeeease ♥♥♥” She whispered like a starving animal, grunting, groaning, and mindlessly squirting, before she shoved her fat pink tongue down Tyler’s throat and lost her mind in a sloppy, slurping kiss right in the middle of the crowded cafe!

The sweat-soaked muscle stud rang the bell atop the entrance to the Rosewood with the mighty trudges of his heavy boots serving as more than enough to announce his arrival. This time, he was clad in his most obscenely showy attire yet, a sheer black tank top that looked ready to tear at the seams from the bulging mass of his pumped-up shoulders, and a matching set of spandex workout shorts that made the outline of his pulsing prong obscenely apparent for anyone to see.

Try as she might to stop her, Bri’s words held not the slightest bit of hold over Ana like they once did, as she bounced off her seat like a coiled-up spring and into the sweaty, manly arms of the towering Aryan bully who had no qualms groping her to his hearts content. Blushes coated the faces of the customers lined up at the counter, forgetting their orders as their tongues lashed at the air in a sudden thirst for thick white alpha spit that far surpassed any caffeinated cravings they may have felt before.

Ana’s chocolate flavored wet dream of a body was pressed flush against Tyler’s powerful frame, insanely soft, jello-y jiggle flesh meeting pumped up muscle bull-meat in a beautifully erotic contrast that even gave Bri pause for a moment, though her moral center as a righteous woman of God quickly snapped in to remind her to scowl with disapproval at the two sexed-up teen lust icons. Ana had worn exactly what her white daddy had demanded of her, a form-fitting pair of too-tight yoga pants that looked ready to burst with the outrageous mass of hefty booty-meat that filled their every crevice (leaving much of it for him to squeeze and grope at his leisure as he fed her his bubbly spit from his thick tongue), and an equally showy halter top that left nearly half of her jiggly bimbo titties wobbling in the open air expressly for him.

His fingers snaked beneath the hem of her yoga pants as he drew back from their spit-swapping smooch, yanking on the tiny thong he found beneath and asking her in a dark, sexy whisper that left her cunt quivering with the need to be FUCKED AND OWNED HERE AND NOW BY HIS NASTY WHITE COCK.

“Mmm, you wore what I told you, didn’t you? Good bitch.” He praised her, earning a kittenish purr from the deepest depths of her soul as he turned her around in his strong arms, smacking her ass and making her mewl before turning to face Drew and Bri like they were mere afterthoughts…though his predatory eyes were certain to linger on the resident MILF’s mouthwatering mocha tits before he addressed her.

“I’m taking her out for her lunch break, you probably don’t mind that. But if you do…well, free country I guess.” He shrugged his shoulders as he dragged her along with him like a caveman returning a fertile woman as a spoil of war from another tribe.

It made her desperately needy heart SOAR! The sound of Tyler’s praise, his gentle (well, gentler than usual) voice ringing deep in her ear, filling her up with a wholehearted desire to worship and adore him even more, as his powerful and incredibly possessive arms clung around her mind-blowingly plump, pillowy curves even more tightly. She purred like a docile kitten, nuzzling against that overwhelmingly massive wall of rock-hard Aryan muscle, as Tyler squeezed and groped on those spellbindingly soft, jiggly fuck-globes and gigantic, heaving sow-tits like he owned every last inch of her (which he absolutely did!). Ana had quickly realized why the desperate, empty-headed bimbos she saw back in high school always seemed to be lusting over Tyler! Sure, he was cruel, callous, and downright sadistic, but this? How tight, and warm, and safe she felt enveloped in his unyielding grip? How much his deep, dark, husky voice clouded her mind and filled her pussy with a deep, animalistic yearning? How good it felt when he praised her and showed her even the smallest sliver of kindness? It was like a drug to her… Something she absolutely, positively couldn’t resist. Those girls weren’t stupid, brainless bimbos like she once thought, no, now she realized that they were the smartest ones at that damn school!

Bri was absolutely amazed at the total heartfelt devotion flooding Ana’s now heart-shaped gray eyes. This wasn’t mere lust, she was truly in LOVE with the big bad bully. Of course, he was too busy leering at Bri’s mountain-sized rack of milky-soft cow-udders to even notice. She should’ve slapped him for that, but instead, she just stood there, staring aimlessly like the rest of the panting, pussy-soaked whores gathered inside the cafe…

The rush eventually ended, after Bri jumped in to help Drew. Ana, of course, never returned from her break, but was more than eager to lounge around in one of the booths with Tyler; fetching him whatever drinks and desserts he wanted, free of charge obviously, while she peeled off his tank-top and lapped the sweat off his enormous, boulder-like pecs and rippling, bulging ridges of his shredded, washboard abs. Soon, she watched as Ana whispered something in Tyler’s ear, nodding and pleading desperately, before he finally relented, a smug smirk drawn across those irresistible lips, and hauled the buxom, big-booty nigger-bimbo off towards Bri’s office…

‘What the hell…?’ Bri was so confused, she barely noticed Drew quietly scurrying up to her, eyes shifting back and forth, almost like he was afraid of somebody seeing them. “Y--You said you wanted to talk, aunty…?” He sounded so sad, so completely broken. Bri flashed him a gentle, reassuring smile, slowly caressing his round, pudgy cheek, her heart lifting as she saw the way he immediately started to perk up. “I just wanted to ask about Ana, baby… Something’s off about her… She’s not acting like herself, and neither are you…”

Bri never would’ve guessed that Ana and Tyler were actually inside her office, the door locked, while the half-naked whore squatted down on the floor, pussy-juices seeping through her sopping wet, skintight yoga-pants, pooling beneath her as she slowly peeled off Tyler’s shorts and got a swift faceful of frighteningly fat, beefy Alpha cock! She learned weeks ago not to waste a single second of precious alone time with her big, strong, irresistibly sexy Master, and so she practically unhinged her jaw, opening that piping hot, furnace-like maw of hers as wide as possible, before gobbling up Tyler’s humongous, oozing cockhead in one ravenous motion! Her slutty, slobbery face hollowed out completely, fat juicy lips and greedy, steamy mouth forming an obscene anteater-shape, as she sunk her perfectly manicured nails into Tyler’s steel-hard hips and slammed her whole head forward; reaming her greedily-squeezing, cunt-like throat even further down that violently twitching battering ram, inch after inch splitting her fat, slobbery, gushy gullet wide open, while her eyes, big, wide, pulsating hearts, never once turned away Tyler’s indomitable gaze, Ana losing herself in the sheer gorgeousness of his piercing, sea-green pools!

Bri’s loving heart nearly splintered in pieces when she saw Drew up close, the degradation of his poor, fragile mind and body easily apparent on his tired face. The boy was overworked from his weeks of taking up Ana’s workload without complaint, breathing heavy, labored breaths through his wide piggish nose while sweat ran down his rusty brown skin, wincing just enough to make it clear that he was hiding more than a few bruises beneath his clothes.

He tried, earnestly attempted to be controlled in his lamentations, to not burden his aunt with what he knew were probably little more than imaginings of his paranoid mind (at least, that’s what Ana told him), but the poor boy couldn’t help but tear up like a child wailing for his mother. Bri held her hand to her soft, pillowy chest before embracing her beloved nephew, encouraging him to let loose all his pent up emotions with her…he was a mirror image of his uncle, a kind and righteous man who knew to turn the other cheek and treat others with kindness…even when they didn’t deserve it.

She clenched her fist, rage running through her at the mere thought that her precious boy was being so terribly abused by that massive meathead thug who seemed to be groping her surrogate daughter’s overdeveloped curves every other day! Perhaps Tyler was used to bringing his peers to heel with his overpowering strength and confidence, but she had more than a few words that would put an arrogant young man like him in his place!

The woman’s conviction ran entirely counter to the scene playing out in her office while she spoke to her nephew, any witness to the spit-slathered suckjob Ana was so devotedly laying upon her hung Aryan bull-God would easily be able to unravel the truth. The only place for a musky white bully hunk like Tyler was SITTING ON A THRONE OF EAGER MATING WHORES AND BOUNCING EMPTY-BRAINED BIMBO BUTTSLUTS ON HIS GREASY FUCKPOLE!

”SCHLLLRK! SCHLORP! SCHLLLLK!” Nasty noises of sweet spit and slimy pre-goo splattering across the mighty bully’s groin were rising from Ana’s stuffed little throat like a bass-boosted track for her to bounce her doughy black coon cheeks to. Which she eagerly did at his command, further pleasing him with a first-class view of her jiggly jungle-bunny ass performing for him like her ancestors must have so long ago.

She whimpered with dissatisfaction as he yanked his cock out from her greedy throat, though it was replaced by a mewl of pleasure once he effortlessly hoisted her up in his big, studly arms, tossing her onto the desk in the middle of the room and stripping her tiny top off to let her overgrown chocolate milktanks spill out into the air like the unwieldy mounds of fuckmeat they were. Her head was hanging off the side of the desk, with her God’s mighty cock poised to fill her mouth until his BEEFY BULLY NUTS, DRIBBLING WITH SWEAT AND MUSK FROM A HARD DAY POUNDING IN THE HEADS OF STUPID WIMPS LIKE DREW were right on top of her stupid fucktoy face for her to choke and gargle on their overpowering scent.

Filled with overpowering desire and earnest need, her juicy lips parted, slobbering with drool as her tongue hung over her delicate chin, relishing the taste of his grease-coated cock-knob sliding along her tongue while Tyler grabbed hold of her massive mocha titflesh for purchase as he sought to UTTERLY DESTROY HIS NEW WHORE’S MOUTH WITH THE SWEATY, PRIMAL, BRAIN-BREAKING THROATFUCK HE WAS ABOUT TO PUT HER THROUGH!

Bri was absolutely LIVID. She could see the pain and anguish looming over her precious nephew like a dark storm cloud, wrapping him up in her protective, motherly arms and letting him cry his eyes out like a newborn baby. She tried to keep it together, to not show him just how enraged she truly was, but inside she was absolutely SEETHING. HOW DARE THAT BIG, MEAN, OVERBEARING BULLY DO THIS TO HIM! She squeezed onto Drew’s chunky frame even more tightly, nuzzling his round, piggish face into her spellbindingly soft, midnight-black bosom, all while he just cried and cried and cried… A small part of her couldn’t imagine Tyler ever weeping like this… Hell, she couldn’t imagine him ever showing any emotion but the smug disdain and contempt that huge, hulking, larger-than-life bullies like him were known for…

“I know, baby, let it all out… There there, sweetheart… I promise, your aunty is going to keep you safe… That boy won’t be harassing you anymore, I swear…” She whispered so sweetly in Drew’s ear, letting him know that no matter what, she would always be there to protect him. Of course, their sweet, tender moment together was suddenly interrupted by the sound of obscenely sloppy, nastily gagging SLURPING! “GLLLUUUURRRCCCKKK”, it sounded absolutely inhuman, like the death rattles of a wounded animal! Something so completely primal and animalistic that Bri almost wondered if she was just imagining it! “SSSSSSSLLLLUUUURRRRRPPPP”, it grew even louder, wetter, and nastier, punctuated by the sound of deep, heavy, caveman-like grunts of mind-rotting ecstasy! “GLRK’ “GLRK” “GLRK” “GGGLLLUUUUCCCCCCKKKKK”, was that coming from… HER OFFICE?!

Bri’s hazel-green eyes darted around the cafe, watching all the scantily-clad, outrageously curvy whores that suddenly made up the bulk of her clientele start whimpering like nasty bitches in heat and staring at the door to her office, wishing they had X-Ray vision! They all mashed and squeezed their monstrously thick, jiggly thighs together, some even openly playing with their fat, aching cunts, while they took in deep, greedy whiffs of the utterly mind-rotting Alpha musk slowly seeping out into the room…

Bri could feel that familiar wetness seeping out over her long, incredibly luscious legs, soaking her panties and skirt, as the sounds of deep, wet, ruthless throat-rape quickly became even louder and more unhinged; Tyler’s colossal slab of  cunt-colonizing Aryan monster-meat piledriving into the deepest, wettest, steamiest reaches of Ana’s gushy, squishy, vise-like esophagus, her slender ebony windpipe bulging obscenely around that terrifyingly thick behemoth, stretching out more and more disgustingly as his giant, hulking cockhead pulverized the fat, muscly, cervix-like entrance to Ana’s jizz-drenched belly!

Bri, just like all the other shameless, slobbering sluts in the Rosewood, couldn’t tear her eyes away from the door, drinking in Tyler’s pussy-soppening stud-musk like a goddamn addict, while Drew, pretending he couldn’t hear a thing, only clung to her even tighter; burying his face in that supple, heaving rack of jiggly dark-chocolate milk-meat and trying (in vain) to silence Tyler’s dark, deafening roars and Ana’s ridiculously porn-y cock-slurping!

For nearly half an hour, the Rosewood seemed frozen in time, with Drew’s warbling cries muffled in the ebon sea of bouncy black titmeat he soothed himself with, clinging to his aunt’s mega-soft milkjugs, though his touch was a far cry from the cruel, domineering grip of Tyler’s meaty paws squishing into Ana’s chocolate teardrop titties. A million curses for the sinful stud ravaging her employee’s mouth in her own office ran through Bri’s mind, on any other day, she would’ve bashed that door down and given whatever pigheaded brute thought he could defile her establishment a good, long talking to and swift consequence for his awful actions.

And yet…here she was, stopped entirely as she just…looked on, hearing the lewd squelch of fat, greasy, mango-sized nuts clapping into Ana’s pretty face, smelling the overwhelming scent of his hunky alpha God-Rod mixing with the sweet smell of the busty black bimbo’s fleshy pornstar pussy as it clenched and throbbed with the entry of his thick fingers. It was all too much…all at once, a visceral flood of sensations that tugged at her deepest womanly instincts and drew her to entertain sinful, adulterous thoughts that she had long since sworn against.

It was clear to her now that Tyler wasn’t a man. No, as much as his impossibly handsome face and intimidatingly tall, brutish, massive body mimicked the appearance of one…he couldn’t be, he was too strong, too big, too powerful. He was the very embodiment of sin itself, a fat-cocked incubus that WORMED HIS WAY INTO HER DEVOLVING BITCH-BRAIN WITH THAT MASSIVE, UNWIELDY, DEPRAVED TOOL OF PUSSY-PUMPING, EYE-ROLLING, CUNT-BREEDING RAPE AND DOMINATION.

The only thing that snapped her out of her reverie was the epic roar that could only have come from a single source behind that room, accompanied by a nearly equally loud SPULLLLLORRRRTTTT! that gave her a very good idea on the kind of debauchery going on behind the door. Ana’s poor, pretty face was being utterly, totally ruined by a thick, pasty, pungent load of tasty bully-jizz for her to drink down like the willing cumrag she was. The sound of his gravelly voice barking at her to “drink up that hot cum and thank daddy for nutting in your mouth” could easily be heard through the thin walls, followed by wet slurps and smooches…a beastly testament to Ana’s single-minded worship of her horse-hung daddy-God.

And soon enough, he emerged in all his sweaty, glistening, vascular glory. His biceps tensing and flaring with muscle and cable-thick veins that lined his ivory flesh. He’d made the effort to dress himself at the very least…but poorly at that, his shorts hanging low on the lower half of his body, revealing the cut ridges of his solid six pack, lined with glossy lipstick marks every bit as wet and slick as those on his solid jawline.

“Ah, sorry about that. Had to use your office for some privacy, hope you don’t mind, customer service and whatnot. Ana’s gonna be a while though, she’s powdering her nose.” Tyler snickered a bit, laughing at his own bald-faced lie while he smacked his lips, treating the ever-proud Bri with no less importance than another one of his slavish whores, and given the look he traced across her juicy black cockpillows while he talked to her, he was already imagining getting her in the same position as Ana was not too long ago.

For what felt like the first time since Tyler stepped into the Rosewood, unconsciously twisting it to fit his perverse and utterly obscene image, the cafe finally fell silent. Every last needy, slobbering slut within earshot going quiet all at once, their eyes completely glued to the door of Bri’s office, as the absolutely animalistic throat-rape happening inside suddenly ended with the deep, spine-chilling, pussy-soaking roar of a ferocious, indomitable Aryan Alpha! Bri squeezed Drew even tighter into the unimaginable softness of her fat, heaving bosom, all in a pitiful attempt to keep him from seeing the complete and total hunger drawn across her mindlessly slutty face. She was drooling, literally drooling, as she listened to Tyler absolutely degrade her precious Ana, emptying every last drop of thick, addictive Alpha seed, churning maddeningly inside those huge, sloshing nuts, deep, deep, DEEP down the starvingly squeezing depths of Ana’s steaming hot, perfectly pink gullet! She gulped, audibly gulped, as she heard Ana whimper and purr like a desperate young sex-kitten, slobbering and smooching so sloppily, all while happily, and giggly, repeating the words “Thank you, Daddyyyy ♥♥♥” over and over and over again…

That… Wasn’t Ana… It couldn’t have been? Bri could hardly even recognize her voice… She just sounded like a… Slut. An utterly shameless, cock-slobbering, sex-crazed slut…

She clung to Drew even tighter, almost strangling him with how hard she was squeezing, all while Ana’s deeply depraved moans ricocheted off the walls of her mind, each “Thank you, Daddyyyy ♥♥♥” growing even sloppier and sluttier than the last, until finally that mammoth-sized, musclebound teenage Adonis finally came lumbering out of Bri’s musky, sex-stained office, every square inch of ripplingly sculpted muscle glistening like the irresistibly gorgeous Aryan bully was slathered from top to bottom in baby-oil!

Bri could hardly breathe, desperately trying to avoid drinking in the hot, mind-rotting musk the other shameless whores were happily guzzling up like a school of hungry piranha! Bri didn’t know what made her madder, the way Tyler didn’t even try to hide the absolute reek wafting off his colossal, flawlessly chiseled physique, or that goddamned smug smirk painted across those irresistible lips of his…

Like always, that frighteningly fat slab of pussy-splitting monster cock bulged ridiculously inside his slobber-soaked, jizz-stained shorts; the tight, sweaty cotton trapping it like a skintight casing, as it throbbed, twitched, and pulsed shamelessly, showing off every beefy, bloated vein and that deliciously fat, oozing mushroom tip! Every last visible inch of perfect white skin was painted with sloppy, shimmering, unbelievably glossy kisses, as if Ana were a religious zealot eagerly worshipping her new white god. And speaking of Ana, the girl soon came stumbling out, her face caked in slobber and specks of the drug-like nut-sludge she hadn’t slurped up, her skintight clothes drenched in her own sugary cunt-slop and doused in the remnants of the absolute torrent of bubbling hot Alpha seed Tyler pumped all over them, as the outrageously fat-assed, chocolate-skinned slut slowly crept up right behind Tyler and shoved her sticky, dripping panties right in his front pocket… all while not-so-subtly digging through it and pawing at the huge, heavy battering ram that just so obviously got through rearranging her throat!

“Drew, stay put.” Bri commanded, the pathetic little loser immediately nodding his head and doing as his auntie instructed, as she climbed up from her seat and had her own staredown with the imposing hunk of flawless Aryan muscle towering before her. She looked down at Ana, who didn’t even seem to notice she was there, far too preoccupied with mindlessly molesting the gigantic, twitching behemoth ripping apart Tyler’s shorts at the seams. Bri stepped even closer, her marshmallowy tits pressing against his rock-solid chest, as a long, disgusted scowl painted her youthful face.

“Listen here, young man. I don’t know what goes out there, but here? We show women some respect and treat this establishment with respect. I know you must be used to always getting your way, with those big muscles and that big…” She blushed, stopping herself mid sentence to compose herself. “Ahem, anyway… I know you’re probably used to always getting your way, girls always fawning all over you… But you’re going to leave my nephew out of whatever sick game you’re playing here, understand? He’s not going to deal with your nonsense anymore, especially when he’s here! As for Ana…” Bri couldn’t bring herself to look down at her brainless, slobbering face again. “She’s a good girl, and I know whatever she’s going through right now is just a phase. Good girls don’t need bad boys like you. You’re just a distraction until a nice, well-adjusted boy, who means well, comes along…” She huffed, feeling the rage bubbling up inside her all over again. That smug smirk, and those unyielding green eyes… Why did they make her so irrationally angry? She unintentionally pushed her heaving rack closer against him, and slowly arched her slender back, hoisting those heavy, wobbling ass-cheeks higher up, and making her ridiculously round ebony rump jiggle and bounce ever-so-slightly.

“In a couple years, when she’s not all hopped up on lust, you’ll just be a distant memory for her. I just know it. When my little Drew here is a resounding success, you’ll still be here, in this town, doing absolutely nothing like always! You’re just… Just a… A big bully! And bullies never prosper!” Bri hissed venomously, all while nibbling on her pouty bottom lip and losing herself in those smoldering sea-green eyes…

Tyler merely smiled throughout Bri’s tirade against him, somewhat surprised that she had the presence of mind to even form a coherent argument rather than dropping to her knees in the face of his overpowering alpha musk and begging to taste the virility of his sweaty bull nuts like he was sure any one of the squirting sluts in the café would do if he so much as looked their way. He was entirely unaffected by even a single one of his words, the cocky smile on his obscenely handsome face only served as proof of who was truly in control in this interaction, there was no king who paid mind to the petty complaints of his servants, and neither did Tyler even try to regard Bri with anything more than an amused chuckle of complete disregard.

And as much as it pained the righteous woman to admit…that alluring, hypnotizing, bulletproof confidence he had that was almost as potently arousing as the massive colonizer cock perking up between his legs…it wasn’t entirely unconfounded. Even now, it took everything in her to raise her voice at him, to put up her brave face and stand on shaky feet as the PUNGENT SCENT OF FRESHLY BREWED ALPHA NUT AND THE OVERWHELMING SMELL OF NIGGER-TAMING MOUTH SEX ALMOST KNOCKED HER OUT INTO A SQUIRTING MESS ON THE FLOOR.

Yet still, she held firm, a testament to the strength of will she had as a proud, God-fearing black woman, intent to face down this little whelp like every other disgusting bully she’d met in her lifetime and leave him just as apologetic as they were when she gave them a piece of her mind. But even so…something inside her seemed to clench, her lips trembled with doubt and uncertainty, as though somehow the firmness in her proclaimed beliefs was fading, crumbling with the overpowering might of the ivory wall of muscled, bitchbreaking God-flesh before her.

On his part, Tyler focused his eyes entirely on the abundant cocoa-curves of the proselytizing MILF before him, relishing the soft squish of her meaty mammoth-tits pressing into the bulk of his powerful chest and spilling out between their bodies like overflowing chocolate filling in a decadent dessert. But as much as her bronze titmeat was a treat all on its own, the Rosewood matron was no slouch from behind either, the “modest” skirt she wore made totally obscene by the overflowing meat of her gloriously doughy dump-track ass, a veritable shelf of bubbly black bimbo buns that almost rivalled Ana’s juicy ass. With the amount of chocolate cake between them, the two could have opened a bakery that would attract hordes of addicted customers for decades.

But once Bri pushed forward assertively, fully sandwiching her massive melon tits against Tyler while she stared at him with an attempted stern expression that failed miserably, looking more like a pouting kitten desperate for its owner’s attention. Tyler snickered in response, his baritone voice rumbling through the would-be bimbo’s MILFy body as he pushed back against her, the solid mass of his half-hard groin pulsing against her stomach and sending shockwaves through her that nearly made her cum her poor, untainted brains out.

“Shit, that’s a whole lot of words that I didn’t give a fuck about. Do you actually buy that shit, really? I mean, you’re older than me, so I would’ve expected you’re not so fuckin’ naïve. Once Drew becomes successful? Really, trust me, I know what success is, and that tubby little fat albert knock off you got hiding behind your skirt? He’ll never get close, poor dude is too much of a little bitch.” Tyler growled out, cocking his head towards the shivering wimp in particular, his eyes dripping with malintent that told the poor boy he was due to get his brains scrambled the next time they met.

“Sure, I guess he’s smart or whatever, but all that? It doesn’t mean jackshit if you don’t have the balls to back it up. At best, he’s gonna be working himself to the bone for real winners like me, cleaning up after me and thanking me for paying him out of my pocket like the little shoe shining bitch he is, aren’t you, Drew!?” He barked out, the tone of his voice making it clear that the pudgy dork was due for a beating that would hospitalize him if he didn’t answer appropriately, drawing the boy to hastily nod in response, humiliating himself by submitting so easily to his bully’s racist callout.

“But shit…you’re pretty good to that wimp, aren’t you? What are ya, his mom or something? Doesn’t matter, you’re kinda annoying…but I like you, you’re like a nun or something, but pretty fucking hot.” He crudely commented on the woman’s appearance, watching her tawny skin light up a hot pink blush as she scrambled to think of some rebuttal before being interrupted again.

WHAP!!!

The echoing noise of Tyler’s powerful palm cracking down on Ana’s juicy jumbo ass like a damn slave whip suddenly filled the room, his hands snaking across her without warning before he shoved his tongue down her mouth, consuming her in a display of absolute ownership, the messy makeout session being watched by the jealous onlookers as his lips smacked over the glossy DSL’s of his chocolate whore. Spit joined their lips as he dragged his face away from hers following almost ten solid minutes of sloppy, sex-fueled, tongue-twisting kissing, his rugged good looks only standing out all the more with his mouth coated in a sheen of Ana’s abundantly sweet throat slobber.

“But sorry, I don’t think Ana’s gonna get over her ‘phase’ anytime soon, will you?” He asked her, being met with a sudden and powerful shake of her head to indicate just how unimaginable it was for her to live without her new God’s dominance. “Sorry about that, poor girl just seems to like ‘bad boys’, and I ain’t gonna stop her from getting what she wants, too much of a gentleman for that. But hey, you seem pretty persuasive, why don’t you drop by my place sometime? That is, if you want me to maybe stop sending the little bitch back here with black eyes and bruises on that fat gut.”

He snorted, pushing past Bri with a confident puff of his chest, one that brought her close enough to the BRAIN-BREAKING SMELL OF UNRESTRAINED, PRIMAL MALENESS that permeated his very existence, her mind putting two and two together just as she landed on her massive ass to realize it was the very same alpha musk that stained her office for weeks following Tyler’s first invasion of her office.

But before she could rise to confront him on that…he was gone just as fast as he came, vanishing with the wind and leaving Ana desperately missing her master’s dominating touch and thick, towering alpha cock~

Over the years, Bri has dealt with her fair share of overconfident, egotistical white boys thinking that they had one over on her. Sure, their cocky attitudes and big, bulging muscles might’ve worked on her sister, but it didn’t have any effect on a righteous, god-fearing woman of Christ such as herself. She had more self respect and willpower than that. She wouldn’t falter, not even for a second…

But Tyler… That “boy” (not that he bore much of a resemblance to a mere boy) was something different. It wasn’t just that he was bigger and taller, a giant, hulking hunk of pure Aryan muscle that rippled and flexed oh-so-gorgeously without him even trying, but his aura simply radiated absolute, unadulterated dominance. He didn’t just “think” he was in charge, he knew it, like it was a divine right passed down through his bloodline. Bri, like her body was possessed by the devilish spirit of Lust itself, watched as she pushed those colossal, creamy-soft udders even more firmly against Tyler’s steel-like frame; slowly spilling out of her tight, button-busting blouse, while he pushed back in return, smothering that gargantuan-sized bulge of beefy, twitching monster-meat nice and hard against her soft tummy. She was so glad poor Drew couldn’t see how her ravenous gaze flicked back and forth between that mouthwateringly fat bulge and those steely, piercing eyes…

Such a foul-mouthed bully… So why did it itch something so dark and depraved in the furthest reaches of her brain? As he snarled like a vicious beast, Bri, along with every other needy, squirting bitch in earshot, shuddered and spasmed uncontrollably. Even as he put her beloved Drew down, treating him like the utterly worthless, limp-dick loser he always thought he was, all Bri could do was stand there, blushing, gasping, and stammering incoherently…

It was wrong how envious she was… How much watching Ana melt in those huge, studly arms made her cunt ache. How badly she wanted to feel those big, strong hands squeezing her ridiculously round, wobbly ass. How hungry for his big, fat tongue she suddenly felt, as it speared Ana’s pretty pink maw, her drooling tongue coiling around his and worshipping with the same needy, sex-starved gusto she did his massive, meaty monster cock. Poor, pitiful Drew… She could feel his eyes boring a hole in the back of her head, as he watched Ana and Tyler go at it, with the same empty, dull-eyed look as he always seemed to have these days. Ana squeaked, and squealed, and squirted like the braindead slut she truly was, milky-soft curves clinging tightly to that remarkably massive hunk of barely-legal muscle, as her fat, sticky, overly-glossed lips painted every last inch of Tyler’s irritatingly studly face in sloppy, adoring kisses. “Daddyyy… ♥♥♥”  The empty-headed ebony bimbo whimpered as Tyler eventually tore his irresistible lips away with an obscene “POP”, leaving her there, quivering and needy, while Bri fell back in her chair, absolutely dumbfounded…

That “boy”... He, just simply, wasn’t right. He was like pure sin, pure Lust incarnate. The absolute embodiment of all things wrong and unholy with youngsters these days! And Bri was going to make DAMN SURE to give him, and his parents, a piece of her mind!

Bri couldn’t get Tyler or their confrontation out of her head for days afterwards… Thankfully, she hadn’t caught a glimpse of him at the cafe since that day, though Ana would always seem to come back from her breaks looking especially winded and satisfied… It drove her absolutely crazy. Talking to that girl nowadays was like talking to a brick wall, completely and utterly infuriating. It was as if the more she begged and pleaded with her to stop seeing Tyler, the more irresistible the prospect of becoming another one of his needy, nasty fuck-dolls became. She was practically at her wits end! The only reasonable action now was getting in touch with Tyler’s parents for a sit-down. Of course, when she brought it up to Jazmine, Drew’s own mother, Bri was met with the usual reluctance and wishy-washy attitude. Jaz has been like this all of Drew’s life after all, but still… You’d think she’d care, even a little, about her only child’s wellbeing!

“I mean… Do you really think it’s necessary, sis? Drew’s grown, he can fight his own battles.” It took everything Bri had not to SNAP at her own sister over the phone! That uninterested tone, like she was too busy reading a magazine to even listen to what Bri was saying… It made her blood boil, even back when they were just kids!

“YES! I do think it’s necessary, Jazmine! What are you not understanding? This isn’t your typical bully! There’s something off about that ‘boy’! He’s not right, and we need to do something about it. NOW!” Bri was livid, face red, fists clenched, teeth grinding, all while Jazmine seemed unfazed on the other line, answering every so often with an “Mhmmm…” just to placate her “dramatic” older sister.

“YES! I do think it’s necessary, Jazmine! What are you not understanding? This isn’t your typical bully! There’s something off about that ‘boy’! He’s not right, and we need to do something about it. NOW!” Bri was livid, face red, fists clenched, teeth grinding, all while Jazmine seemed unfazed on the other line, answering every so often with an “Mhmmm…” just to placate her “dramatic” older sister.

“Look, how do you expect the boy to grow up if you’re just going to be his shield all the time? If Drew really is having issues with this boy, I say let him solve it himself. I mean, he’s just got to man up sometime…” Now Bri was longing for the empty-headed babble coming out of Ana’s mouth…

“I know you could care less about your own son, but I AM NOT going to let this boy keep harassing Drew! What he’s been doing has been INEXCUSABLE, and it’s high time someone stand up to him! I mean, if you had SEEN the things he and Ana have gotten up to lately! Not to mention the awful things he’s been saying to me and Drew! I mean, the boy’s just an ANIMAL!”

“Mhmmm… What’s this boy’s name again?”

“You’re not listening! I’ve said his name a million times now! TYLER! His name is TYLER REED!”

“...Reed? That’s his last name? Are you sure?” Bri’s ears perked up. Was her sister really starting to take this seriously?

“Yes! REED! R.E.E.D. His father’s name is… Tyrell? Tyrell Reed. I’ve looked him up online and he’s apparently a bigshot land developer here in town. Owns over half the new developments in the city.”

“Let’s go. We need to see this Mr. Reed right now.” Any sense of indifference in Jazmine’s voice all but vanished now. She sounded deadly serious, like any concerned mother should!

Bri was all dolled up in a conservative white dress, the thick fabric bunching up around her remarkably wide, voluptuous hips, giving her a boxier silhouette than usual. She couldn’t take any chances when it came to Tyler. Of course, all thanks to those marvelously thick, ample curves, Bri’s humongously fat breasts and mammoth-sized shelf of doughy black twerk-meat were still bouncing and clapping hypnotically with her every seductive step, but thanks to her dress’ high neckline and long skirt, there’s no way she would have those dark, leering eyes objectifying her now! She was a married woman of Christ after all! The only man whose eyes should be devouring her are her husband’s!

Jazmine, however, seemed to be hellbent on using as little fabric as possible! She wore a tiny, cherry-red tube top, with the word “XXX” written across her gigantic, cocoa-colored rack in shimmery, silvery rhinestones. Her soft, slightly chubby belly was exposed, flaring out into those outlandishly thick, childbearing hips, long, voluptuous legs, and huge, marshmallowy thighs. Her insanely skimpy black mini-skirt and black fishnet stockings squeezed tantalizingly around all that exposed ebony flesh, hugging it tightly in all the right places. Her six-inch red stilettos finished off the look, as the half-naked, beautifully buxom black MILF looked like she was ready for a night out at the club, not a meeting with a bully’s father!

All Bri could do was shake her head, as the sisters climbed into her white BMW and headed off towards the exclusive, gated community of Whitestone Acres. The homes here were twice the size of anything you could find elsewhere in town, gorgeous, multi-million dollar mansions owned by the richest families in the city. And at the very top of a long, winding hill, overlooking the entire community, was the Reed Estate. It wasn’t just your ordinary mansion, the sheer and splendor of the entire compound could’ve given the glitz and glamor of the Hollywood Hills a run for their money! The absolute mammoth of a home not only had their own gate, but a private guard manning it as well! After looking through Bri’s ID, the guard opened up the gate, and it would take literal minutes for them to get all the way up the long, twisting driveway. Eventually, they made it up to those enormous, bright red double doors, Bri grabbing the giant golden door knocker and giving it a good, hard pound.

....Why did Jazmine suddenly seem so nervous, fidgeting with her clothes and hair?

The motion sensors on the porch of the Reed estate chimed out with Bri and Jazmine’s arrival, sending off a softly echoing alarm into the inner reaches of the massive mega mansion to the two beefy white bulls who resided inside it. Tyler, in the middle of the expansive home gym, ruthlessly struck at a swinging punching bag with a photo of Drew’s wimpy face plastered along its side as “extra motivation”, his breathing calm and steady while sweat trickled down his godlike physique, every motion of his steel-carved abs in response to his labored breaths was like a captivating work of art, the pinnacle of Aryan superiority shining in all its sweaty glory and displaying its superiority over all there was…

Well, perhaps not all, considering that only a few short steps away from him, stretching his powerful limbs while his towering frame made a heavy impression on the yoga mat below him, was an older, taller, silver-haired reflection of Tyler Reed that, if anything, was only bigger and hunkier with his added years of maturity. Tyrell’s abs flexed and pulsed with his stretches as he leaned back on the mat, his toned midsection a hypnotizing trap that would effortlessly lure in lesser minded women to kneel before him for the mere privilege of tracing their tongues along his glorious musculature…and that was before they caught sight of the monstrously thick alpha rod pressing into his tight spandex pants and displaying its absolute enormity.

He checked his watch to get a look at the entrance camera, raising an inquisitive eyebrow at the sight of not one, but two outrageously stacked, cocoa-skinned MILF sluts in desperate need of being pumped and bred. That occurrence wasn’t close to uncommon for Tyrell, but the sheer, overwhelming thickness of the sinfully stacked bitches at the door was enough to give him pause, taking in their gorgeous, done up faces, one modest while the other was caked in makeup to present as an even more alluring piece of bimbo fuckmeat than she was naturally. He felt a strange sense of nostalgia rise at the sight of Jazmine, though he lacked the memory to put his finger on it exactly, the massive shaft of his slutbreaking rape meat pulsing beneath his pants as he thought of just what he might do to her.

“You mind getting the door, son? Seems like some friends of yours are at the door…” He asked, stopping Tyler in his furious flurry of body-breaking punches, nearly swinging the punching back off from where it was hooked entirely as he effortlessly stopped it in front of him.

“Seriously?” He grumbled back, annoyed, but relented at the serious look his father gave him, walking off with a mutter of “senile old man” that sent a chuckle through Tyrell’s broad, musclebound chest. Their dynamic was a strange one, closer to long time friends than a father and son, but it was fitting for the men they were, they were the only men they found who came close to being one another’s equal, and beneath the shared jabs and banter they tossed at each other lay a genuine respect and affection that could only exist between two conquerors who acknowledged one another’s strength.

Tyler hopped up the stairs and crossed the massive space of the living room to pull the door open, swinging it free with a frightening level of strength that displayed his frustration at being interrupted…though that was soon abated by the sight that was waiting in front of him. The already too-small fabric of his black exercise shorts grew tight and thin around the epic length of his burly bully rod, he instantly noticed the two mouthwatering mocha bitches crowded before him, smiling wickedly as he faced Bri head on and she desperately tried to keep on her strong face.

She dressed just as chaste and modestly as she tried to present herself as…though no clothing could dare to hide away the true intentions of a fertile breeder body built to be furiously pumped by thick alpha cocks like the one between Tyler’s sweat-soaked, musclebound legs. Jazmine, though, was the polar opposite, a chocolate fuck-cow who had completely mastered the art of displaying every inch of her pillowy soft, fuck-padded, built-for-sex body to turn soft cocks into steel-hard bimbo breaking powerhouses for her to adore and lavish with praise all the while.

He laughed before either of them could give any word, pushing his bulky frame out of the way to invite them both in with a wolfish grin to each of them, watching the jiggling mounds of their phat chocolate asscheeks nearly filling out the doorframe and forcing them to enter one at a time, his leering gaze sending a foreign shiver of lust that disgusted Bri and left her slutty sister utterly enthralled.

“Damn, didn’t think you’d actually end up coming…Bri, was it? You should feel honored by that, I don’t usually remember a bitch’s name unless she’s really something else.” He smirked at her, taking no heed of her clear disgust at his ruthless display of misogyny, he knew as well as anyone that deep down, she took that disparaging “compliment” with more excitement and pride than any declaration of love from the wimp husband he was sure she had waiting for her back home. “And you brought a friend too, goddamn, what a fucking shocker. You two pulling the whole good cop, bad cop deal or something? Or more like sexy nun and slutty stripper…but damn, it fucking fits, I gotta say.”

He chuckled a bit, watching as Bri’s heart clenched and she stammered to find some response to his crude, objectifying words that didn’t reveal just how good they made her feel.

Her sister chimed in for her before she could end up stumbling into words she might regret, steeling her shivering legs to face the young bull’s potent alpha presence and drinking in his pungent aroma before asking where his father was for her to “give him a piece of her mind”. Bri was utterly shocked…perhaps her sister had finally come to her senses and realized how a good mother has to stand up for her son?

Of course, unbeknownst to her, her sister’s intentions were every bit as selfish and lust-driven as they always were, Jaz’s heart practically jackhammering away in her chest as Tyler pointed her to the home gym just a few steps away from the expansive indoor pool the home boasted, the smooth curves of Jazmine’s slightly chubby (but still abundantly fuckable) body jiggling endlessly with her high-heeled steps for the stud to watch with an approving smile. Now leaving the towering, sweaty, massively muscular monster-bull that terrorized her café and haunted her darkest (and most erotic) dreams completely alone with the righteous MILF that was rearing to make him stop his awful actions…

She might’ve looked strong, but inside, Bri was an absolute nervous wreck! Her heart was pounding so hard that she worried it might come bursting right out of her chest! She could hardly breathe, chest tightening, palms sweaty, vision blurring, as if her body was having a physiological reaction to the thought of seeing that sickeningly sexy smirk and those piercing green eyes again… A small part of her was glad that Jazmine had finally come to senses and joined her here to confront these two overbearing white breeding bulls. It’s high time that the Reed men learned their lesson after all! Of course, once those heavy doors swung open, with enough force that Bri wondered if Tyler could rip it straight off its hinges, she shuddered and instantly shrank; her long, voluptuous legs nearly giving out underneath her, while she slowly took in deep, ravenous whiffs of the mind-rotting, unspeakably pungent Alpha musk violently assaulting her senses. Did that “boy” always have to reek so good? Even in her boxy, modest white dress, Tyler’s dark, predatory gaze still made her feel like a whore, of course, he was far more focused on ruthlessly eye-banging her scantily-clad younger sister instead. Jazmine, on the other hand, only seemed to take a quick glance at the strong, strapping young bully, only to stare right through him, like a starving animal scouting out another delectable prey.

Without a word, the pair of shamelessly sultry, ample-chested bombshells came walking through those enormous double doors, officially entering the Alphas’ Den. There was no turning back now. Bri needed to do this, for Drew’s sake! He was going to be her resolve now!

“Y--You really are a pig, young man! The nerve!” Bri huffed, though a part of her couldn’t help but feel giddy at Tyler remembering her name…

“We should handle these big bullies one-on-one, Bri. Why don’t I give his father a piece of my mind, hm?” Finally, Jazmine really was taking all this seriously! It was so refreshing, though Bri didn’t know how comfortable she would feel confronting Tyler all by herself…

“I--I guess that would be fine… Just… Be careful, please? These Reed men are just too dangerous…” Bri whispered, earning yet another disinterested nod from Jazmine, who sauntered off towards the gym.

And just like in the cafe before, Bri’s mind-bogglingly soft, milky, monster-sized rack was suddenly pressed up against that sweaty, glistening, bare-chested stud; an angry, yet lust-addled look in her bright, hazel-green eyes, as she just kept drinking in Tyler’s mind-ruining musk like the needy, nasty sluts at the Rosewood. “W--We need to have a serious talk right this second, young man! W--We’re not here to mess around. T--That’s Drew’s mother you were just leering at, and she’s headed to your father right now, to tell him all the terrible things you’ve been up to! All this bullying and awfulness you’ve been putting Drew through? Well it ends NOW!” Bri could feel all the spite and venom she’d been holding back bubbling over and erupting out of her! That supple, marshmallowy mountain of jiggly, dark-chocolate tit-meat wobbling harder and faster, up and down, against Tyler’s brawny, ripplingly muscled frame, as she gnawed hungrily on her pillowy bottom lip. “A--And don’t even think about trying anything! I--I’ve got my husband on speed dial, and he’ll come down here and have a word with you too!”

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Meanwhile, after wandering through the labyrinth of long, winding hallways, Jazmine eventually made her way to the Reeds’ spacious private gym. “PLAP” “PLAP” “PLAP”, a roaring applause of her doughy ass-wobbling bounced off the echoey walls, as the mouthwateringly curvy, mocha-skinned MILF suddenly raced towards the remarkably tall, broad-shouldered, silver-haired Alpha Adonis looming in the distance; the gorgeous glow of the setting sun bathing his lightly sun-kissed skin in an irresistible light, as she snuck up (not that Tyrell couldn’t hear her coming) behind him, lacing her slender arms around his immaculately chiseled frame, and squishing that humongously heavy, hulking rack against his musclebound back. “Long time no see, babyyy ♥”

The marshmallow softness of a bouncy pair of bra-busting titmeat pressing into his broadly sculpted back was nothing Tyrell wasn’t used to, but this particular set of monstrously endowed mammaries gave him pause, his nose taking in the familiar cinnamon scent that intermingled with his sweaty post-workout musk. But the real kicker for him was that voice, the teasing tone of the sinfully seductive, cocoa-skinned vixen that he’d heard whispering into her ear now was the very same he’d heard crying out joyfully for him to batter her womb and breed out her inferior nigger genes with his Aryan alpha seed.

Tyrell chuckled lightly as he turned around, his hulking body casting a wide shadow over the poor doe-eyed bitch that made her little bimbo heart clench with excitement. She didn’t even think he could get better than he was before…but as always, her body’s rightful owner proved her mental faculties to be just as limited as a phat-assed jungle fucktoy would have them. He was taller, larger, muskier, the veiny outline of his marble-carved muscles looking ready to burst out of the spandex workout gear that covered his burly body, his face every bit as impossibly handsome as she remembered, but bearing an extra allure in his piercing sea green eyes weathered with the weight of maturity, long silver tresses of luxurious hair, and an even more pronounced aura of utter dominance gained from years of putting thick-assed bimbo cockslurpers like Jaz in their place as his desk-bound cockwarmers~

“Why, hello Jazmine…what a pleasure seeing you here.” He smiled, putting on a formal tone that only made the dripping heat between the mocha-skinned slut’s outrageously thick thighs as he fearlessly placed his arm across her waist, pulling her along as he walked across the rows of expensive exercise equipment, his hand teasing dangerously close to the swell of her ass and nearly making her cry out for him to paint her brown ass red with his powerful palms just like he used to back in the day.

“You don’t look like you’ve aged a day. Well, you look bigger perhaps…not that that’s a bad thing at all, I find that you nigge…women of color, really make your weight count. And you…you certainly fit that theory.” He told her, censoring himself not for any fear of incurring her wrath, but simply saving the raunchy, degrading verbal abuse he knew she loved for later. “But anyway, you’ve caught me at quite a bad time, I’m just so sweaty and ragged…but if you wouldn’t mind, I think a quick hop in the sauna can fix that. How about that? You and me, getting hot and steamy together in a warm little room? Almost like the old days…just without the cameras, that is.”

He chuckled at his suggestion, twisting the door to the sauna and letting the thick clouds of steam billow out around them, smiling as he invited Jazmine into the room while he slowly undressed, just barely managing to wrap a towel around his waist before she could get a look at the 16-INCH WHOREBREAKER HE HAD LURCHING POWERFULLY WITH SINFUL BREEDING INTENT, JUST FOR HER~

Gulping with a shaky smile on her face, she nodded curtly, walking into the hot den of utter sin and relinquishing herself to the lewd fate that awaited her within…

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“Shit, you got a husband too? How’s that guy feel about you coming over to a rich dude’s house alone after I fucked your employee’s face in front of you? I'd probably be hella pissed, but it seems like he doesn't mind. Pretty generous of him to share his wife so easily,” Tyler snickered, a crimson blush drawing upon Bri’s cheeks at his sudden mockery of her husband. “Oh, but you didn’t come alone, did you? I almost forgot little miss caramel tits you brought with you. Goddamn, her tits just look like something else, hers and yours together? Perfection, really. She your sister or something? Cause damn, Drew must have lost the genetic lottery like crazy if that’s his mom…then again, maybe bitch jeans just run in your family.”

The beefy bully smiled, walking across the living room and sitting on the widest sofa there, spreading his legs to bare the pulsing mass of his hardening monster-cock along with the godlike bulk of his impeccably glorious body.

“So, you’re here to fucking change my mind right? Show me the error of my ways and why I’m a sinful beast and blah blah blah. I’m probably not gonna listen to any of that bullshit, really. And as you can see, I’m pretty fucking loaded, the college basically runs on donations from my dad, so they ain’t kicking my ass anytime soon. If you want me to maybe consider going easy on that fatty Drew, you’re gonna have to speak my language…and speak it real fucking nice, at that.” His gravelly voice proclaimed confidently, shuffling his legs outwards and laying his hand on the throbbing ridges of his meaty fuck-rod to further display his powerful cock, providing more than an ample hint at the meaning behind his callous words.

HIS SCENT! HIS VOICE! HIS BODY! It was all even more absolutely addictive and mind-numbing than it was all those years ago! She didn’t understand how it was even possible, but Tyrell was more gorgeous and utterly imposing than he was back in his days as Porn’s Hottest Young Stud! It took everything Jaz had to tear those unreasonably tight spandex shorts off and worship that ungodly fat, beefy god-cock just like she did back in the good ol’ days! Fuuuccckkk… She melted into a puddle, those mind-bogglingly thick, pillowy thighs absolutely CAKED in her sugary, steaming hot cunt-slop, while the plump, slightly pudgy MILF trembled and writhed desperately in pure ecstasy!

Of course, she was just as breathtaking as she was all those years ago… In fact, the added weight only seemed to make her ridiculously exaggerated curves look even perfectly plump! Her thick, fluffy, chocolate-colored bangs beautifully framed her round, heart-shaped face, drawing attention to those brilliant, copper eyes and fat, glossy, ruby-red lips. Her absurdly ample rack, if you could believe it, looked even fatter and wobblier than it did back in her prime; not quite as perky as they were in her 20’s, Jazmine’s hefty, heaving, cocoa-colored udders still bounced with more than enough bubbliness to make heads spin! The extra padding around her once tight, toned belly added even more meat to her outrageously curvaceous, childbearing hips, which flared out into spellbindingly soft, luscious legs and ridiculously thick, juicy thighs. Of course, most of the weight seemed to get straight to that mammoth-sized rump jutting out from her huge, jiggly backside; a gigantic, jello-y shelf of mocha-skinned ass-meat, jumping, wobbling, and clapping with an even meatier “PLAP” than back in her prime! Her ass could still easily give Tyrell’s legendary cunt-splitting monster cock a run for his money!

Right now though, all Jazmine could focus on was happily accepting Tyrell’s offer to join him in the sauna! She didn’t think twice, desperately tearing off her clothes (SCREW A TOWEL! She wanted him to see exactly what he’s been missing all these years!) and scurrying after him!

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Meanwhile, back in the living room, Bri was struggling to keep up with the barrage of insulting, degrading, and pussy-soaking “compliments” coming out of Tyler’s foul mouth! She was absolutely LIVID!... So why did hearing him lust after her humongously fat tits make her push out her huge, heavy chest even harder? God he was just so crass! Seeing him spread out on the sofa, the massive, meaty mushroom tip of his infamous horsecock just ever-so-slightly peeking out from the bottom of his too-tight shorts, it made Bri’s poor legs go limp like jelly! She could hardly stand up straight, let alone think of anything to say, as nothing but weak-willed, whimpering murmurs quietly escaped her fat, juicy, cock-starved lips. Inch after fat, veiny inch of that goddamned rod were slipping out of Tyler’s shorts, all while that same smug smirk, the one that had been haunting her wet, dripping dreams this past week, stared right back up at her. Bri didn’t even realize it at first, but suddenly, she found herself straddling one of Tyler’s musclebound thighs, the long skirt of her pilgrim-like dress hiking up more and more, bit by bit, as she pouted and panted like a bratty teenager that couldn’t get her way…

“Y--You’re such a…” She gasped, feeling those big, burly hands reaching down at her dress and pushing her skirt up even higher… “W--Why are you… S--Soooo mean…?” She whined, literally whined, before her ridiculously round, juicy, wobbling twerk-shelf was completely hanging out; her tiny white thong completely gobbled up by the sheer fatness of all that big ol’ bubbly black booty-meat, as her huge, marshmallowy ass-cheeks swished and smacked back and forth, to and fro. She slowly arched her slender back harder and harder, making that fantastically fat, wobbly ass-shelf look even more pronounced, while the buttons on her high-and-tight collar slowly started to pop, unveiling more and more of that soft, silky, mind-bogglingly milky tit-flesh.

“Drew is such a good boy… H--He wouldn’t hurt a fly… So why…? W--Why are you always being sooo mean to him? I need to know… What did he do to deserve ALL this?” Bri was begging, pleading for an answer. She needed to know. She needed to understand… Even while the heavy “SMACK” “SMACK” “SMACK” of her huge, bouncing black booty-cheeks punctuated her every needy, slobber-soaked moan.

The solid pillar of unrelenting, power-drilling manliness tenting the teen stud’s seed-soiled shorts was standing up against the doughy flesh of Bri’s generous backside. The two figures were like sexual titans in their prime, a purebred white bull with muscles on top of his muscles and weighty, cantaloupe sized nuts that churned and lurched powerfully with a steaming load of hot, chunky fuck-goo ready to utterly colonize the womb of the preening bitch grinding into his lap. Bri, for her part, had an equally astonishing body that seemed like a wet dream come to life, a deceptively youthful face for her years, plush, pillowy duck-lips that seemed tailor made to wrap around a manly stud-rod and suck suck suck away before getting a thick load blasted down her slender throat, two mountainous, matronly mounds of hefty heifer tits only rivalled in size by the bubbly black bimbo assflesh jutting out behind her and being shamelessly groped by her nephew’s biggest bully!

The sight was an absolute overload of indulgent eroticism, though Tyler seemed easily in control as he mauled the thick flesh of Bri’s massive mocha asspadding with a pussy-tingling growl, the overflowing meat of her exotic brown bubble butt spilling out between even his thick fingers as he marked her skin with an echoing, blissful WHOP accompanying each heavy smack.

“Why? You wanna know why I beat on your dumbfuck nephew’s mudskinned coon ass?” Tyler asked with a wicked shift to his voice, standing up from the seat and bunching his hands up on the underside of the bitch’s phat, wobbling twerk-shelf of an ass. “News flash bitch, it’s because I fucking can. Look at me, really, take a good, long fucking look. I can do whatever the fuck I want…I should do whatever I want. You ever cracked open a biology book, lady? Just cause I make that dork do my work for me doesn’t mean I’m as dumb as you thought. It’s called survival of the fittest, and it means sniveling, inferior little niggers like Drew and your dumb bitch husband? They’re just fucking cattle, obedient slaves to get used while phat-assed black whores like you take my dick right in front of them.”

His voice was low and deep, portraying the absolute conviction in his words as he turned around with Bri in his arms, making her feel like a weightless doll in his grip as he tossed her onto the couch, her cocksucking lips parting in a lewd gasp as she watched the stud pull down his shorts and reveal the naked length of his vein-riddled ivory fuckspear right before her eyes. One look at it was enough to make her clench her thighs and bite her lip with needy, barely restrained glee, her heart thumping rapidly with excitement as she watched the arrogant bully’s meaty hands stroke at that incredible cock while the pulsing red tip drooled out with a puddle of jizz that she had to stop herself from waddling to the floor to drink up.

“Now, as much as I wanted to fuck you when you walked in with that thick stripper bitch, I’m pretty fucking angry that you thought you could get me to back down by mentioning your husband. You probably fucking came here cause you’re bored out of your mind being chained down to some two pump chump anyway, that’s how most of you “happily married” bitches are. But if you want this cock, you’re gonna have to show me some respect, for now though…” His eyes took on a hungry, leering look as he trailed his hands across her fleshy thighs, pushing them up into a wide “V” that left the sheer white panties barely covering her utterly soaked cunt, though that meager barrier was soon ripped away with a mere swipe of Tyler’s meaty paw.

He dropped to his knees, eyes still meeting hers and making it very clear that he was very much still in control here, drinking in the sweet scent of a desperately needy whore who could only have her lust sated by a SWEATY, ANGRY, DOMINEERING, NO-HOLDS-BARRED FUCK SESSION THAT WOULD UTTERLY RUIN HER DRIPPING MILF CUNT FOR HER POOR WIMPY HUBBY…

But no such release would come, as Tyler was intent on teasing her with but a taste of the mind-blowing pleasure she could experience with his cock, the heat of his breath making her pussy clench and pulse with want as his mouth inched closer and closer by the minute…

Meanwhile, In the damp heat of the sauna, Tyrell had seemingly transformed with his entry to the steamy room alongside his former favorite side-slut. Even now, she held a sway over him that couldn’t be compared to any one of the many blissfully fucked bimbo sluts he’d fucked and discarded over his many years, he could feel his eyes lingering on the undulating ocean of juicy caramel assfat, practically begging to get spread apart, smacked red and fucked into utter oblivion just as he’d done years ago on the set of Dick-drainers vs. The horny hunk squad!

His gaze grew dark and devouring, meeting Jaz’s own teasing eyes that feigned ignorance as he dropped his towel from around his waist with a wet THUD, immediately earning a gasp of disbelief that birthed an excited smile on the meaty mocha MILF’s plump dicksuckers. Tyrell’s cock had only gotten LONGER and THICKER since the last time she had his burly shaft stuffed deep inside of her dripping nigger cunny, and the swinging orbs of his plump seed-filled nuts trapped in the deliciously sweat soaked skin of his balls only made her yearn for the life-affirming creampies he used to squirt squirt squirt inside of her beaten raw bitch-cunt.

Her desire for his touch was soon answered in the form of a powerful, spine tingling CLAP! to her bouncing black bubble booty, the silver-haired stud growling in approval as his smoky gaze caught her firmly, looking down at her as though he was about to devour her alive, before grabbing her by her chin with a frighteningly strong grip.

“The fuck are you standing for? You know I hate unruly whores more than anything else, and in this house? Bitches like you have to fucking crawl. Show some respect to the man you'll be worshipping today.” He told her, releasing her chin before wading through the shroud of steam to perch atop the benches in the sauna, giving her a dark smile of approval as she sunk to her knees, dropping her head low and waving her hips in a catlike crawl that made her upturned asscheeks jiggle wonderfully for his viewing pleasure.

Soon, she was right before him, the abundant meat of her gargantuan ghetto asscheeks spilling out over her feet as she sunk her long nails into the diamond-hard mass of his unparalleled, impossibly muscular thighs, drinking in the scent of his cock as he flopped it on top of her done-up face with a wet WHAP! that made her coo with glee, eagerly embracing her role as his phat-assed nigger fuckpet like it was only yesterday that she served his godlike cock like this…

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WRONG! WRONG! WRONG! ALL OF THIS WAS SO GODDAMN WRONG! Bri could feel it in her bones, that sense of impending doom that utterly enveloped all the helpless prey that were foolish enough to fall straight into the lion’s den! She knew that it was in her best interest, in the best interest of her WHOLE FAMILY, to get up and LEAVE that house of pornographic horrors as soon as humanly possible! SHE KNEW! SHE KNEW! SHE KNEW! So… What was stopping her? Why did her body suddenly feel as heavy as lead? Why couldn’t see do anything but gawk, and whimper, and shake that ridiculously round rump of hers? Why was she so desperate for his touch? Why did she melt when he finally dug both those huge, hulking hands into her mind-numbingly soft, doughy ass-cheeks; kneading and squeezing rougher than her pitiful husband could ever even dream of! “S--Stoppp…” Her slutty, empty-headed voice slurred, sounding like one of the braindead bimbos she’d shake her head at while picking up poor Drew after school. It took everything in her power to keep from reaching out and squeezing on the ungodly fat behemoth tenting monstrously inside those jizz-smeared shorts… Everything not to finally give in and relent to the absolutely carnal hunger clouding her dark, ravenous mind and completely drenching her sticky, sopping wet panties! “SNAP” “SNAP” “SNAP”, the bullet-like pop of her once modest dress’ buttons signaled the further rotting of her lust-addled mind… Each time one came flying off, revealing more and more of that tantalizingly thick, jiggly tit-meat to Tyler’s piercing, predatory eyes, Bri could feel another bit of her resilience and self respect slowly being chipped away… All by a big, brutish white bully who wasn’t even actually trying!

Suddenly, Bri was caught in those gigantic, imposing arms all over again, her long, voluptuous legs locking instinctively around Tyler’s narrow waist, while every venomous, hate-filled word escaping his irresistible lips filled her with a combination of disgust… And absolute excitement. She couldn’t even speak, piping up with the occasional needy whine and desperate gasp, as he went on, and on, and on…

She shouldn’t have been listening… But instead she clung to his every word like it was a Pastor’s sermon during Sunday Mass! She yelped as he threw her onto the sofa like a ragdoll, the rest of her buttons flying off and letting all that unimaginably massive, milky-soft tit-flesh come busting out, while the big, beastly bully finally tore down his shorts and revealed the absolute Aryan god-cock throbbing like mad inside!

“Fuuuggghhh…” She murmured softly, tongue spilling out, big fluffy lashes fluttering like a pretty-eyed bimbo’s, as he slowly wagged it back and forth, like a tasty treat for a drooling bitch in heat.

“W--Wait! S--Stop! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” Bri hissed as Tyler suddenly dropped to his knees, forcing her plush, pillowy thighs apart, and exposing just how unbelievably drenched her fat, squishy, steaming hot pussy was! She blushed like crazy, leaning back even harder, as the white lace of her tiny thong looked almost translucent; completely and utterly soaked in the sweet, cherry-flavored juices of that neglected, dark-chocolate cunt.

She couldn’t hold back… Her fingers moving all on their own, desperately rubbing down her swollen, marble-like clit in small, aggressive circles, gnawing on her luscious bottom lip, before the starving teenage beast tore off her dripping panties like a wet scrap of paper! Her pussy was like a furnace, hot, juicy, quivering desperately, and endlessly gushing, juices dripping down the sides of the leather sofa and pooling all over the hardwood floor!

“T--Tylerrrr… N--Nooo…” Her shaky voice hitched, as she violently shook her head “YES!” over and over and over again! Bri was squeezing back on her suffocatingly thick thighs, pulling her legs as wide and far apart as she could muster, while Tyler’s fat, muscly tongue slowly lolled out of his piping hot maw…

“T--Tylerrrr… I--I’m married… W--We… I--I…” She babbled, face beet-red, body shaking and spasming oh-so-violently, while she practically lurched forward, silently pleading for that fat, addictive tongue to do its worst!

“Married? Yeah, to some pindicked prick that can’t even stop his wife walking out on him to get fucked. I can tell just by fucking looking at you that my damn tongue is better than any part of your wimp hubby that’s ever gone inside of you.” Tyler snarled with a venomous tone to his voice, his thick, brutish fingers SQUEEZING greedily into the fuckable flesh of her thick thighs before diving back into the juicy folds of her utterly soaked slit while dragging her back on the couch so the bountiful black buttcheeks sinking their impression into the cushions were exposed to the cool air and trembling wildly, jiggling in the air as they were doused with the dribbling, sweetly-scented juices squirting out from her folds.

Upping the ante that much more, Tyler snorted in the fruity cocktail of overpowering smells dousing the phat-assed black bimbo mewling in his grip, the scent like an aphrodisiac that made his veins boil with unabashed lust as he CLAPPED his beefy hands into the mountainous mounds of her thick ass, dragging her up with him as he stood with his feet clenched powerfully on the floor.

Bri practically swooned at the stud’s effortless show of herculean strength, making her look as light as a feather while his lapping tongue drank from her sticky, sweet love juices as they trickled down his steel jaw. Her twitching form suspended in the air and just barely stopped from falling to the floor from her bucking jerks of pleasure by the iron hard grip of Tyler’s thick fingers meeting soft, doughy chocolate flesh and reddening her skin with his mind-boggling strength, marking her body with a clear message for her noodle-armed hubby to see who’s hands really owned her now.

Sparks danced on the woman’s sensitive nerves, the lewd, messy SCHLURPPP~ of Tyler’s ravenous tongue beating against her folds echoing out in the room as she ground her pulsing pussy into his face, on the very edge of orgasm and desperate to cum, the hungry gaze of his piercing green eyes making her roll her eyes with bliss at the sheer animal lust with which he tasted her pussy, sampling her like she was nothing but an abundantly meaty feast of fuckable bimbo flesh made to please his palate and serve his depraved tastes~

But the stud wouldn’t let her get hers that easily, no, being the cruel, mean, horse-hung Aryan alpha he was, Tyler was set on sending the disobedient bitch home with a mind too broken to even form the beginning of a thought about him other than pushing out her thick thighs and spreading her pussy to get pumped and flooded with nut after swallowing an equally hot, greasy load of brain-rotting bully cum~.

He tossed her up into a bridal carry, her thumping heart racing at the unexpectedly romantic gesture in his actions, her stomach flooded with more butterflies than her husband had ever bred in her in their sweetest, most memorable moments of tender talks and sweet nothings whispered to one another in the night…

Tyler quickly pushed away those thoughts with his probing fingers, jamming into her soft, slippery cunt and growling with lust, drawing his hand back to examine the dripping coating of femcum she’d liberally squirted all over him.

“Fucking look at you, getting this wet from another man...sorry, from a real man like some fucking whore. So much for that husband of yours, huh? I almost feel bad for the fucker…tell you what, I’ll give you a little choice, you can make yourself decent and call your little cuck to come pick you up, and you’ll never have to see me again. But…” His gravelly voice trailed off while he smiled with those razor sharp teeth of his, further twisting Bri’s body in his arms so her heaving chocolate monstertits mashed against his beefy chest while he held her up by her mouthwateringly massive, trembling twerk-spheres, spreading them just enough for his fingers to tease her dripping pussy and give her a taste of the mind-breaking pleasure he could give her.

“That’s gonna mean I’m not gonna let you cum, and you’re gonna have to waddle back home and take your stupid hubby’s tiny little worm-dick for all of…what, twenty seconds? Probably on a good day. Or…” his teasing fingers slipped in deeper as his throbbing cock bounced against the bottom of her naked asscheeks, further overloading her senses with the heat of his massive member while leaving her delightfully on the edge of the climax she so desired.

“You can tell me what you really came here for, and if I feel nice, I might let you squirt like the little nigger bitch you are, and maybe give that fat coon ass a few handprints to remember me by.”

He was nothing but a massive, snarling beast! So ferocious that it quite literally sent chills darting down Bri’s spine, as the indomitable Aryan Alpha hoisted her up in the air like she weighed absolutely nothing! His ravenous mouth had her seeing STARS, eyes bulging mindlessly out of her skull, wave after wave of mind-rotting ecstasy bombarding her writhing, trembling body, as he sealed his starving lips over her fat, puffy dark-chocolate pussy and SLURPED up her sweet, sticky, cherry-flavored sugars like a madman! It took everything Bri had not to pass out right then and there, low, pleading grunts and groans wildly spilling from her fat, slobbering lips, while Tyler’s fat, steaming hot tongue mercilessly raped her thick, puffy cunt’s every agonizing weak point; pushing past her thick, meaty folds, mashing her stiff, aching clit back and forth, digging deeper and deeper into the perfect pink core of her needy, neglected slit, while the irresistibly wet, heavy “PLAP” “PLAP” “PLAP” of her relentlessly clapping ass-cheeks flooded every corner and crevice of the sprawling mega-mansion.

Bri was absolutely MORTIFIED. Completely and utterly humiliated, but… All she could think about now was squirting as hard as she could on that long, thick, cunt-splitting monster cock! She was drifting in and out of consciousness, only to be jolted back to life by feeling of Tyler’s fat, beefy fingers ruthlessly plundering her greedily-squeezing pussy; driving in and out, faster, deeper, harder, all while she squirted her goddamn brains out all over his huge, hulking fist! She was completely helpless, just a needy, mewling fuck-doll in desperate need to be RUINED by a gigantic, twitching slab of barely-legal Alpha cock! His fingers soon slowed, slipping in and out, grinding against  her swollen, piping hot pussy-lips, getting soaked and slathered in a needy torrent of steamy, sultry cunt-slop, before suddenly driving in SO DEEP that those thick, meaty digits bashed right up against Bri’s puffy, nerve-ridden G-Spot; the “happily married” whore convulsing like crazy, screeching like a banshee, as she came even HARDER than she ever could’ve imagined! She knew it was wrong… But… Richard… ‘I’m so sorry, baby… But… I need this so baddd ♥♥♥’

She needed to squirt MORE! She needed to cum even HARDER! She needed… She needed TYLER’S FAT FUCKING ARYAN BREEDING BEEF SOOOO BADDDD! She lurched forward, burying her fat, slobbery lips against the cruel white Adonis’, plunging her sloppy, sugary tongue straight down his leathery gullet, as she locked him in the neediest, sloppiest, wettest kiss she’d ever had; tongue scraping and coiling starvingly around his, suckling and jerking the fatter, beefier muscle like a nasty, needy whore, while she slathered Tyler’s rock-hard wrecking rod in a piping hot, sticky deluge of her hungry, cheating pussy-juices!

“I--I came here to get… Mmwwwaahhh… F--Fuggghed by a big fat fugghing monster cock, pleeeease… SLLLUUURRRPPP… Gimmeeeee some fat teen dick, Tylerrrrrr… I--I wanna SQUIRT SO BADDDDDD… L--Lemme cummmmm my fuggghing brains outtttt… L--Lemme have my pussy split wide opennnnn ♥♥♥”

The towering stud’s wicked grin grew unspeakably wide as Bri’s once intelligent, firm, matronly voice devolved into one of a bimbo bitch in heat, the unrelenting PAP PAP PAP! of her endlessly meaty asscheeks echoing through the room as she desperately tried to shake her ass for his pleasure as he held her up effortlessly in her powerful arms. Her wide, heart-shaped eyes, the shaky breaths pouring from her glossy ebon lips, the rhythmic shake of her mega-thick thighs and unspeakably full hips…her entire body took on the stance of a babymaking bitch desperately presenting for her chosen stud to mount her with his strong, broad body and PUMP PUMP PUMP until her greedy cunt was swollen with his strong, fertile seed~

A beastly roar made her quivering cunt clench even harder as her fat ass SQUISHED into the counter of an expensive looking bar setup only a few steps away from the living room, grunting like an animal in heat, he pawed at her exposed tits before ripping apart what little of her dress remained on her, the ruined fabric of her once-modest clothing meeting the floor in tatters while Tyler devoured her lips with his before she could even let out a horny whimper of lust at his primal dominance.

His fat, sweat-soaked breedpillar slapped down on her juicy cuntlips with a wet, echoing THWAP, sending shocks through the wide-eyed MILF slut as she desperately tried to drag her hips up to slip his cock inside of her, only to be met by a swift and callous punishment for her insolent greed.

The powerful SMACK!! of a hard, heavy, colonizing hand rung throughout the room, the harsh red imprint of Tyler’s huge palm marking the side of her face with a hot red handprint, branding her flesh with the pain of his beefy hands as though she was some animal to be bred and tamed…

“You think you’re getting off that easy? I knew nigger sluts like you were fucking dumb, but that really takes the cake.” He demeaned her with a furious growl, a steady rhythm building in his hips as he sawed his cock against the dripping lips of her pussy, hotdogging his meaty member between her hot, slippery pussy and grunting like a bull in heat. As much as he could have speared her clenching coon cunt then and there and claimed ownership of the mewling bitch, he held onto his cruel intent to torture her, brutally punishing her as a reminder of the blissful, mushy-minded agony that awaited unruly fucktoys like her who tried to stand up for his punching bags, rutting for his pleasure alone and using the moist entrance of her pussy like the human fleshlight it was~

His hand shot out and clenched at her neck, pressing her into the counter and relishing the glazed look of utter bliss that painted her face at his brutality. Rather than being appalled or disgusted by his bare-faced abuse, Bri seemed to be the complete opposite, her every action only rewarded the stud for slapping some brains into a stupid bimbo coon like her and having his callous way with her fleshy bimbo body.

She drank the bubbly load of spit he hawked into her mouth with a wet, loud PTOOEY, only disappointed by his refusal to penetrate her needy cunt and fulfill the ages-long law of white colonizer studs claiming ownership of thick-assed African mating meat like her.

“Maybe if you were less of a little fucking bitch, I might have stretched you out like your little cuck hubby clearly fucking can’t. But you just had to be so fucking righteous over your little wimp nephew. So from now on, no more running to that fat pig whenever I crack a few of his bones every once in a while. You see him walk in that café with a black eye or bruised ribs? You don’t go comforting him, you walk straight to me and GET THOSE FAT AFRICAN WHORE LIPS ON THIS COCK TO APOLOGIZE FOR YOUR BITCH NEPHEW ANNOYING ME, you got that? You fuckin’ cheating whore.” He brutally asserted, pumping his hips with a crippling force that sent her absurdly stacked body jiggling uncontrollably as he groaned his orders in her desperately obedient ear.

Something inside Bri finally just SNAPPED! All of the years of pent-up frustration and repressed, sex-starved neglect slowly simmering inside of her was finally starting to boil over! She needed to be FUCKED! She needed to be RUINED! She needed… SHE NEEDED THAT BIG, MEAN, WHITE BULLY-STUD’S FAT ARYAN WOMB-WRECKER! As he slammed her down onto the cold marble bartop, tearing the tattered remnants of her once modest dress clean off her obscenely voluptuous body, and buried that addictively fat tongue of his deep, deep, DEEP into the sugary, steaming hot depths of her starving pink maw, Bri Watson could feel the last shred of her dignity and self respect finally be stripped away from her. She absolutely MELTED into that barely-legal bully’s absolute dominance, lurching and lunging deeper and needier into his ruthless, bruising throat-rape, as that ungodly fat, whore-ruining pillar of pure Aryan Supremacy throbbing between his immaculately muscled legs ground mercilessly against her seductively fat, puffy, chocolaty pussy.

“SMACK”, his big, brutal palm felt as heavy as iron, as it THWAPPED across her cheek, stinging and blistering with such fiery-red heat! She wasn’t just a mere slut to him, no, she was a worthless, needy nigger-whore! Something utterly subhuman to an insatiable and indomitable Aryan Alpha male like Tyler! And as his powerful hips pistoned back and forth, mashing that fatly-veined porcelain behemoth back and forth against the squishy, gushy fatness of her married ebony pussy, Bri knew that he was hellbent on torturing her! She gnawed so violently on her bottom lip that she nearly busted it wide open, pained, agonizing tears welling up in her wide, heart-shaped eyes, as she squirted and squealed like an absolute BWC Junkie! His humongous, cunt-smashing cockhead HAMMERED down on her stiff, juicy clit over and over again, spewing boiling hot wads of chokingly thick pre-nut all over the jiggly, wobbling undercarriage of her heavy, hulking tit-shelf, while her pussy leaked like a steamy waterfall; cascading down the side of the bartop and forming a massive, sugary pool all over the floor, while Tyler’s cruel iron fists CHOKED the uppity, self-righteous whore right out of her!

Bri didn’t know long it had been since she arrived at this house of horrors, but as Tyler spat at her slutty, slobbering face (which she greedily slurped up) and continuously tortured her angry, red, achingly squirting cunt, a part of her NEVER wanted to leave! Tyler’s rock-hard monster cock was dripping like it got caught in a rainstorm, slathered from that overblown tip to those deliciously jizz-packed nuts in a heavy, sugary monsoon of Bri’s seemingly endless orgasm! With every deep, brutal thrust, Bri’s whole body jumped and jiggled; colossal, perky tits clapping, fat, jungle-bred ass-cheeks bouncing, as she nodded mindlessly at every last hate-filled word coming out of Tyler’s mouth!

“YESSS! I PROMISE! I’LL LEAVE THAT FUCKING LOSER ALONE, TYLER! I PROMISE I WILL! I’LL COME AND SLOBBER ALL OVER THIS FAT FUCKING COCKKKK ♥♥♥”

Bri had completely shifted from a strong-minded, righteous, powerful woman into a meek, submissive bimbo fuck-cow! Her tongue lolling out as her eyes crossed from the sheer heat and euphoria of Tyler’s massively hung pussy-splitter teasing at her impossibly wet muff.

Her religious roots, as much as they were betrayed by her outright infidelity in desperately begging for the barely-legal bull-dick of the bitchbreaking stud mounting her like a beast, came to head in the absolutely fanatic WORSHIP she showed him in her needy gaze and crying pleas for more. Her begging only intensified his rugged, rutting thrusts, his beefy chest heaving before her while her palms groped and squeezed at the marble-carved muscle lining his torso, marveling at the utter magnificence of the breeding bull claiming her body as the wet, noisy PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAPPPPP! of his swollen, seed-stuffed nuts smacking into her marshmallow soft asscheeks rang out through the room.

The churning noise of his tensing balls was practically audible as he grunted his pleasure, veins standing out on every inch of his absurdly lean, muscular form, looking every bit like the ivory God he was as he pulled away from Bri’s pillowy soft fuckdoll flesh, the whimper of needy disappointment on her lips stopped abruptly and replaced by a squeal as he ruthlessly smacked those greedy hands into her upturned asscheeks with a powerful WHAP! pulling her off the countertop as her shaky legs gave out and landed her right where he wanted her…on her knees before him.

The meaty THWAP! of Tyler’s ivory bulldick on her lips made her swoon once more at being graced with its bitch-defiling scent, looking like a devoted servant praying to her God as she looked up at him with wide, adoring eyes and quivering lips eager to taste his veiny fuck-rod.

“Suck that fucking dick, whore.” He spat out crassly, the rude order offering more than enough permission for Bri to immediately open her maw and split her plush lips apart on every inch she could swallow…

Which, admittedly wasn’t much, being so used to her husband’s pathetic brown worm of a phallus, she was completely unprepared to deepthroat a raging alpha dick like Tyler’s, barely managing to get half of it down her velvety throat before a series of GLURKS, GLAWKS and messy, spit-filled SCHLRRRPS~ rose up from her stuffed maw. But the little she could manage, she worshiped with unfettered adoration, lining his veiny member with kisses more loving than anything poor Richard had ever gotten, and ever would following today.

She smacked her lips, she clenched her throat, she jiggled her fat, gorgeously jiggling jumbo tits for his viewing pleasure, rubbing the dribbles of spit that leaked out from her mouth onto them to leave them shiny and soaked, drowning her stud in endless waves of hyper-stimulated bliss that would have any lesser man cumming like a bitch just from watching.

Though, as much as she would have liked to stay on her knees, worshipping Tyler and his greasy, hot, vein-riddled fuckmeat for the rest of her earthly days, all good things had to come to an end some time. Tyler’s approaching end was signified by the tensing of his balls as they clapped messily against her chin, the veins lining his cock swelling to nearly as large as her fingers, his urethra blossoming open as he prepared to dump the greasy payload of bimbo breeding nut-juice right inside her mouth.

But once again, his cruelty came out in full force as he yanked his spit-shined cock out of her greedy maw, roaring powerfully as he jerked his cock to completion right over her and aimed his pulsing dickhead right at her ebony tits, firing off with spurt after spurt of hot, greasy, colonizing cumloads that washed over her African skin and claimed her like the slave she was.

“FUCK! That’s it…take that fucking load you coon slut…” Tyler growled as he beat off the last thick, gooey, oatmeal-thick dredges of his cum onto her fat black cow tits, relishing the moment as he watched her play with his load and rub it into her skin, feeling more pride at making this disgusting white bully nut all over her than she did from any of her other accomplishments.

Tyler paused to savor the moment, smiling as a wicked idea came over him and he walked to the countertop to fetch his forgotten phone, approaching her with his cum-covered cock jutting out from his thighs before he plopped it over her face, her lips instinctively smooching at his sweat-soaked nuts and relishing the taste of his unparalleled maleness saturating her tastebuds.

“Remember bitch…when you get back home to your cucky hubby and that fat bitch Drew. Those little faggots don’t mean shit to you anymore. Not your home, not your family, not that stupid café of yours or your kumbaya church shit. Those fat fucking nuts you’re slurping on? That’s your new God, and I better not hear a word out of your whore mouth unless you’re begging to come worship me again…” He told her assertively, his face stern and unmoving as he recorded her absolute submission in the face of his unparalleled might.

The world around her was nothing more than a spinning haze… She couldn’t even see straight, only feeling herself getting tossed around back and forth like a rag doll, as the ceaseless squirting of her fat, neglected black pussy rocked her irresistibly thick, voluptuous body with wave after wave of mind-ruining, back-breaking ECSTASY! She squeezed, and groped, and slobbered over every last inch of Tyler’s magnificently musclebound physique as she possibly could, mauling him like a religious fanatic working the living incarnation of her STUDLY ARYAN FUCK-GOD, before she was met with the view she’d been DYING for the most: AN UP-CLOSE AND PERSONAL POV OF TYLER’S FATLY-VEINED, THROAT-SPLITTING, GUT-PUNCHING, WHORE-WRECKING PORCELAIN FUCK-SLAB!

“GLLLRRRKKK” “SSSLLLUUURRRPPP” “SSCCCHHHLLOOORRRPPP” “MMMPPPHHMMMM…” “GLUCK ♥ GLUCK GLUCK ♥ GLUCK ♥ GLUCK ♥ GLRKGLRKGLRKGLRKGLRK ♥♥♥” For such a Bible-thumping prude, Bri’s throat sure could take a pounding! Her jaw practically unhinged as her unimaginably soft, fat, vise-like throat-cunt SQUEEZED around Tyler’s teenage womb-wrecker HARDER than some pussies could! It was like she was hellbent on milking those huge, sloshing nuts completely DRY! Her ravenous pink gullet clenched, quivered, and steamed like a fuck-sleeve, slurping, and sucking, and slobbering until nothing but the absurdly wet sounds of nasty, animalistic, and utterly unhinged throat-rape assaulted her ears!

HE WAS SO CLOSE! She could feel his colossal sack clench and rumble even harder as it pounded against the back of her fat, bulging windpipe! She SQUISHED AND SQUEEZED her mind-melting gullet even more mercilessly, before the massive, muscly brute suddenly tore his addictive slut-splitter away with a disgustingly loud “SSSSCCCHHHLLLUUURRRPPP”

Bri’s tongue unfurled purely out of instinct, as she whimpered and whined like a nasty little nigger bitch in heat, bouncing her heavy, heaving ebony udders up and down frantically, while she arched her slender back even harder and made those marshmallowy mounds of chocolaty twerk-meat CLAP AND WOBBLE FASTER AND FASTER! Her gigantic rack was the first to get painted completely white, drenched in Tyler’s drug-like seed, before her face got hosed down, jizz spewing into her thick, kinky afro as pint after pint of boiling hot, tar-thick Alpha nut SPLATTERED across every square inch of creamy, glistening, dark-chocolate flesh it could!

“Yesss… Daddyyyyy… I promiseeeee… I’ll be a good little whoreee… Just… Mmmwahhh ♥♥♥... Don’t take this big fat fugghing cock away from me, pleeease…” Bri pleaded, shoving Tyler’s massively bloated tip back into her sopping wet maw, drinking up the excess seed oozing out from his fat, flared cock-slit, while he recorded her for posterity; marking the first day of her newfound life as one of his MANY needy, nasty, cornbread-fed nigger-sows!

“I loogggvveeee this fugghing cockkkk, Dadddyyy…. SCCCLLLUUURRRPPP… Lemme keep worshipping it, pleeease… Fugghing fat Daddy dick tastes sooo guuuhhhhddddd ♥♥♥” Bri sat there, REEKING of Tyler’s seed, for god knows how many more hours… Just mindlessly slurping, spitting, and suckling on his still rock-hard monster cock and massive, meaty nuts, licking up every single morsel of protein-packed seed she could get her fat tongue and even fatter lips on…