The Rosewood Cafe-Chapter 4 (Patreon)

[Okay, so, I don't normally like to put a foreword on my chapters on this page since I assume all of you who are subscribed have a good idea of the kind of filth I write and how much I love to push the boundaries with the subject matter I infuse into my smut stories, but this...is genuinely some of the raunchiest, most depraved, most offensive stuff I have ever written, so I feel the need to add at least SOME warning in case it includes one or two things you guys are not going to like. If you are not a fan of outright physical and psychological torture towards cucks (seriously, the stuff that happens to the cucks in this chapter and the next I have planned are supremely fucked up), intense raceplay, bulls breaking entirely families apart and...probably a few other things I'm forgetting at this point, you may want to consider skipping this one.

Now that that's all said and done, we're good, right? Well then, enjoy what is easily one of the LONGEST, most climactic and epically detailed pieces of smut I've written so far tricksters! Hope you enjoy~]

That incredible cumshot, so thick, so gooey, so chunky that Bri nearly lost her mind trying to swallow it all down. Even all these weeks later, she could still taste it on her lips, that bitter, salty, mind-rotting Alpha seed she spent hours licking off the bathroom floor, dragging her fat tongue back and forth until every last speck of grade-A, Aryan-bred stud-slop was sliding down her gullet and filling her cum-stained belly. That night she went home, telling her husband that she was feeling under the weather, as she crawled into bed and played with her fat, swollen, puffy pussy until she nearly passed out from sheer exhaustion. She made poor, pitiful Richard sleep out on the couch, while she buried her fingers knuckle-deep inside her starving, squirting ebony cunt, fantasizing all about the barely-legal white bully whose completely ruined her; imagining his big, ferocious hand choking her out so damn hard, while he buried every last inch of that life-altering, brain-breaking, gut-punching whore-wrecker deep inside her, railing her so deep and so hard that her virgin-like pussy would be forever molded around his jaw-dropping shape and size. By morning, Bri’s sheets were soaked, her mattress drenched in her sinful sugars, as she slowly scrolled through her phone, drooling over the dozens of nasty pictures and videos of that huge, heavy, mind-rottingly musky fuck-slab Tyler’s sent her. She must’ve sent him a couple dozen messages herself that night, all begging and pleading for him to come over, so shameless and desperate that if the “Old Bri” had seen these she wouldn’t have even recognized herself.

But Tyler never answered. For the next three weeks, she hardly caught a glimpse of him. He barely came to the cafe, and when he did, it was to haul Ana off somewhere. It killed Bri to see her come back with that smug, satisfied grin on her face, her belly bulging with Daddy’s seed as the batter-thick excess oozed from her gushy, naked pussy. It took everything Bri had not to tear that stuck-up bitch’s hair out, to claw her eyes out and tell her to keep her slutty hands off HER MAN! But… He wasn’t her man. She was married, “happily married”… So, why couldn’t she get her mind off Tyler, no matter how hard she tried? Why did going home at night feel like a death sentence? Why did every little thing Richard would do or say make her feel so agitated? Why… WHY?

Sunday dinner at the Watson house was always a wholesome, family-oriented affair. Bri always made a delicious home-cooked meal, and she and her family would gather around the dining table, and talk all about their highs and lows for the week. It used to be her favorite part of every week, seeing her babies smile, feeding her family, spending time with the man she adored more than anything. Now? Bri couldn’t stomach the thought of spending yet another evening without… HIM.

[Daddy, pleeease! Whatever I did, I’M SORRY! PLEASE DON’T IGNORE ME ANYMORE!]

[DADDY I’LL BE A GOOD GIRL, I PROMISE!]

[Daddy… I’m a good little nigger-whore, pleeease… Answer… Come back to me, pleeease…]

But still her desperate texts went unanswered. Bri wanted to cry, wanted to curl up into a ball and die. It made her so mad feeling this way… Knowing that this boy, this big, white bully, the one whose been tormenting her beloved Drew all these months, could make her heart ache like this…

Instead of worrying about Tyler, Bri put all of her pent-up energy into cooking dinner. Pot roast, mashed potatoes, homemade rolls, collared greens, yams, pecan pie, and oven-baked mac-and-cheese, the delectable aroma of all her hard work wafted through the house. Her family’s bellies were rumbling, and it was time to eat. Richard took his seat at the head of the table, while Bri was busy bringing all of the dishes out, mindlessly serving up big, heaping portions to her family while her thoughts lingered on Tyler… And that huge, beefy fuck-spire she was desperate to slurp on again.

“You really knocked it out of the park tonight, honey! All of this looks absolutely delicious.” Richard sounded so pleased, thinking that all the tension and all the arguments were finally starting to disappear, that his marriage was finally getting back on track. These three weeks, while Bri was more depressed than she’s ever been, her worthless husband was grinning from ear to ear, telling her over and over again how much better their relationship has become since that “no-good punk” finally stopped harassing her cafe.

DING-DONG!

The doorbell rang, and Richard trudged off to answer it. He expected it to be Drew or Jazmine, but instead… A tall, larger-than-life wall of solid white muscle towered in front of him, completely filling the doorway with those giant, broad shoulders. Bri’s eyes lit up, her cheeks flushed with fiery-red heat, her heart pounded mercilessly, as soft, breathless gasps quietly spilled from those fat, juicy jigaboo lips.

“D—Daddy…” She whimpered under her breath. Daddy was FINALLY home.

While Bri had sunk into forlorn longing for the monstrously hung, barely legal fuck-God that had imprinted her very mind and soul with his impossibly manly musk, Tyler was eagerly watching her spiral into desperate need which only enticed his sadistic desires that much more. For a while, things almost seemed to go back to normal, the patrons of the Rosewood chomping at the bit for another taste of their new God’s potent sweat, spit and seed, venting their misery by chewing out their cucky boyfriends and spitefully draining their bank accounts with overpriced latte’s and absurdly slutty clothing kept for the day their master might return.

Kylie, for her part, feigned relief at the absence of the café’s new conqueror, seemingly delighted at her ability to scoff at the bigotry of that nasty white monster and how he somehow had them swept up in his chaotic aura…though that could do nothing to fill the burning hole of emptiness she seemed to feel whenever she thought back to getting hosed down with Tyler’s greasy load, squishing her thighs together as she imagined just what might have happened if he tore through that door then and there and gave her a good, long taste of pussy-colonizing breeding bliss that her ancestors lived for when those studly white bulls claimed their land along with their cunts.

The white bull in question was just as in control as he always was, enjoying watching his bitches squirm from afar as his phone was constantly inundated with wave after wave of sultry photos and preening, begging pleas for him to have mercy on his poor, cock-addicted harem sluts and bless them with the anointing of his virile seed once more. But he bided his time, his overwhelming virility barely contained within him as he spent his days working his beefy, vascular muscles to their absolute limit by day, and occasionally using Ana’s wet, willing fuckholes which she eagerly offered up to him when he ordered her to his home like his on-call breeding bitch to edge his cock to its absolute limit.

The animal magnetism of his godlike body seemed to grow exponentially with every passing day, his wrestling opponents shivering with fear at the absolute monstrosity that now greeted them with the intent of ending their careers with crippling, body-breaking injuries as punishment for their insolence in challenging his unbeatable strength. Every inch of his broad frame rippled with thick, pulsing veins as his muscles swelled even more with his training, his shoulders dwarfing plates of armor as they threatened to snap through his wrestling singlet along with the gigantic mass of his strong, studly chest. Somehow, the barely-legal bull had accomplished a feat even he once thought impossible…he had surpassed his own divine might, standing taller, stronger, bigger than the Tyler who had shot the arrogant MILF whore’s mouth full only a few weeks later.

She wouldn’t resist him…couldn’t resist him, it was nearly guaranteed that she would be powerless to do ANYTHING but drop to her knees in worship for her newly christened God, forsaking her own family and laying everything at his feet just for a taste of his MASSIVE, JUICY, UNWASHED BULL BALLS, SWOLLEN WITH THREE-WEEKS WORTH OF MIGHTY NUT-SAUCE THAT COULD LEAVE THE MOST BARREN OF WOMBS GRAVID WITH HIS LITTER OF SUPERIOR OFFSPRING. He made sure not to wash off from the particularly intense sparring session he’d had only hours before dropping by Bri’s house, wearing a short-sleeved shirt and well-worn workout shorts that were clearly straining just to hold the unreal weight of his churning nutsack, filled to the brim with a bubbling cauldron of thick alpha nut nearly potent enough for Bri to smell all the way from the kitchen.

And of course, though he certainly didn’t need to, he made sure to bear the widest smile on his strappingly handsome face as Richard opened the door, her heart clenching as her long-awaited master stood in the doorframe and welcomed himself inside, dripping with as much charisma as he did the hypnotizing scent of fresh sweat on his pulsing, powerful muscles just waiting to be licked off from every inch of that godlike body

“Hello! You’re Richard, right? Deathly sorry to disturb you during dinner, but my name is Tyler Reed and I…I just wanted to talk to your wife Bri about how much she’s done for me. I used to be so…so worldly and led astray, but these past few weeks, she’s really done the Lord’s work with me, the time we’ve spent together, she’s been completely draining my sack…my sin every time we meet, sorry, I think I minced my words there. If it wouldn’t be too much trouble with you, would you mind if I could come in for us to have a more intimate discussion?” He smiled, playing the part of a proselytizing youth with a grace that could put an Oscar winner to shame, his performance making Bri’s heart nearly leap out of her chest as her daughter, Mary, shyly blushed at the sight of the handsome young man she was clearly taken with already, completely unaware to the lustful beast her father was inviting into their home as he smiled back and graciously allowed Tyler to shuffle through the too-small door with his absurdly massive frame.

The stench of pure, unfettered masculinity, the strength of a dozen men, the powerful, mind-rotting scent of pure, red-blooded, All-American Aryan Alpha was seeping into her home like a thick, muggy cloud! It wafted throughout every last inch, seeping into every corner of her once pristine suburban bungalow, leaving a dazed and delirious Bri needing to grip the side of the table just to keep herself upright. Those monstrous muscles looked even bigger and beefier than in her own twisted, lust-addled fantasies, vascular, rippling heaps of chiseled, steel-like muscle piled atop that colossal, terrifyingly broad-shouldered body, turning Tyler into an even more intimidating, imposing, utterly mind-bending colossus than he already was. He was still slathered in sweat, glistening like pure perfection, while that spell-binding slab of life-ruining, brain-breaking, pussy-pulverizing Aryan Alpha-meat jutted out between his mammoth-sized legs, locked in a sweaty, musky heap inside his far too-tight shorts, practically staring Bri’s whole family right in the goddamn eye!

Bri’s back arched with an exaggerated swing, purely out of deep, primal animal instinct, hoisting those mind-bogglingly massive, doughy, dummy-THICC twerk-globes high up into the air, jiggling and bouncing and clapping her absurdly bountiful black bubble to and fro, slowly picking up the pace and filling her husband’s ears with the same wet “PLAP” he’d kept hearing a few weeks prior. Of course, he didn’t dare look back, the instinct of a helpless prey being hunted by a terrifying predator. His eyes, dark, beady, filled to the brim with the same confounding fear as Drew’s were, didn’t once look away from Tyler’s intense, smoldering, soul-piercing green gaze. He felt small, even smaller than he already was, watching this man, this “boy”, tower over him like an absolute GOD, his wide, toothy grin sending ice-cold shivers racing down Richard’s back. His ears were ringing, burning red with embarrassment (like just being in Tyler’s presence with his flabby, cucky, worthless body was something to be ashamed of), but he could still hear his beloved Bri gasped and panting quietly in the background. It was joined by the mindless, girly giggling of his own daughter, his precious Mary, as she smacked those fat, pouty cocoa-colored lips and fluttered her big black lashes, staring back and forth between the floor and Tyler’s majestic green eyes with her big, doe-like hazel-green eyes filling with more and more intense, carnal infatuation.

“I—I… Umm… W—Well…” Richard was at a loss for words, stammering like a moron, before hearing his wife, in a deep, frustrated voice that sounded nothing like her own, growl “Just let him in already! Don’t waste Da— I—I mean, Tyler’s time, Richard!”. Mary nodded mindlessly in agreement, a sting of drool dripping down her bottom lip before she shamefully wiped it away.

“Y—Yeah, Daddy… He came all the way to see Momma, so the least we can do is hear him out…” His baby girl’s voice was trembling, in fact, her whole body, every plump, curvy inch of her milk-chocolate figure was shaking like a leaf. She was the spitting image of her dear ol’ Momma after all, despite being a couple shades lighter. Her softer, silkier jet-black hair was tied into a pair of pigtails, thick, fluffy bangs framing her round, heart-shaped face, accentuating her wide, doe-like eyes, broad Black nose, and those huge, fat, pillowy lips. If she didn’t hide her face behind her big, bulky, geeky-looking glasses, she could’ve easily found herself a boyfriend. And if she didn’t hide those mouthwatering curves, that humongous, insanely perky rack of chocolaty breastmeat, that slim, hourglass waist, flaring out into those huge, meaty, childbearing hips, long, voluptuous legs, monstrously thick, pillowy thighs, and of course, the same captivatingly colossal, creamy-soft shelf of bouncy, bubbly, jello-y booty-meat her beloved Momma had, then she definitely would’ve been on Tyler’s radar. Her selfish, short-sighted Daddy made damn sure to keep her in nothing but baggy, glorified potato-sacks because of it. He didn’t want the “wrong type” of boy sniffing around his outrageously fat-assed daughter. Even now, in her oversized beige sweater and shapeless, floor-length brown skirt, her gigantic, wobbling tits and ridiculously fat, marshmallowy ass looked far too jiggly and appetizing.

Richard watched in horrified amazement as his wife and daughter instantly scurried over to Tyler, his huge, lumbering footsteps making the floor shake ever-so-subtly around him. “Y—You haven’t met my baby girl yet, have you Tyler? This is my sweet Mary. Mary, say hello to Tyler, hehe…” Bri sounded so proud, gently rubbing her daughter’s shoulders, as Mary unintentionally pushed her chest forward, letting her gargantuan-sized slut-udders (just as unspeakably fat, heavy, and perky as her Momma’s) press ever-so-gently against Tyler’s thick, bulging frame. “N—Nice to meet you, T—Tyler…” Her cute little face was beet-red, as she murmured quietly, letting out sweet, exhausted gasps with her every little word. “P—Pleeeease, stay for dinner? Momma made so much food, and I’m sure all those big… S—Strong… M—Manly muscles must leave you needing a lot of protein, right?” Mary nodded her head, almost trying to answer for him, as the same slutty, pleading, wide-eyed look her Momma had was plastered on her pretty young face.

“Y—You’re not serious, Mom?! Right? T—That jerk is the one whose been bullying Cousin Drew, right? H—He’s just a big white thug! Come on, Dad, tell ‘em!” Paul finally piped out, earning an instant, disapproving snarl from his twin sister. “S—Shut your mouth, Paul! H—He’s Momma’s guest! A—And he seems like a good man… A—A changed man, right Momma?” Mary’s whiny, moan-y voice was growing more and more desperate, steamy, slutty lust punctuating the end of every sentence.

“T—That’s right! Shame on you, Paul, judging a man by the sins of his past. I thought we taught you better than that. We’re all the Lord’s children after all, and every one of us has sinned. So long as we’re willing to accept the Lord’s love, all sins can be forgiven.” Bri scolded the boy like a Sunday School teacher, all while she and her daughter both lapped at their fat, cock-gobbling nigger-lips nice and slow, slurping and blowing kisses at their new humongous, horse-hung white Master of the house.

“Girls, girls, there’s no reason to be so upset, really.” Tyler whispered in his soft, suave voice, the gentleness of his controlled baritone notes every bit as hypnotizingly arousing as his impassioned grunts of pleasure when he was locked balls deep in a fertile slut and ready to bombard her womb with a greasy wash of virile breeding goo.

He walked across the room with an effortless swagger in his step, making Paul clutch his seat in caution, his every instinct warning him of just how dangerous it was to stand up to the hulking brute in front of him. He was almost certain that his brain was about to be sent rocketing against his skull with a fierce, mighty punch to his cranium, but he was even more shocked when Tyler simply laid a hand on his shoulder, completely dwarfing Paul’s slender, twinkish frame as he shined with a smile of condescension toward him.

“Hello Paul, I take it you’re Bri’s son? She told me you were a bit…small, but I didn’t expect you to look, well…you look a bit tiny. But God gives us all our separate burdens, and mine was my sin of wrath. I really, truly apologize for hurting that fagg…for hurting my friend, Drew. I should have been nicer to him...the good book tells us how those who punish ones with...lacking mental abilities will be punished by our father in heaven. I will truly never live down those days of awfulness, but would you perhaps bear it in your heart to forgive? I’m sure being Bri’s child, you could definitely do that much.” Tyler spoke eloquently, his speech nothing like his usual crass, filthy, pussy-soaking talk of domination, destruction and supremacy over all…and yet still he managed to lace his every word with a clear sense of mockery that made it all too easy to see who the real sucker here was, even if he made a show of being a repentant sinner begging for forgiveness.

Paul mumbled an apology before fidgeting in his chair, tossing a scowl at Tyler even though his knees quivered with terror beneath the tablecloth, unable to find the courage to speak out once again as Tyler languidly took a seat at the head of the table…where Richard…where the man of the house always sat.

“I’m truly moved by your kindness in inviting me for dinner Richard, truly, you’re an absolute saint of a man, I can see why a woman like Bri loves you.” He told the man, a shit-eating grin on his face as he usurped his position and played off the obvious power move with placating words to stroke his ego, which Richard fell for hook, line and sinker, completely oblivious to the tapping of Tyler’s phone beneath the table as he lit up Bri’s phone with vile, demeaning texts that revealed his true nature.

[Did you miss me, bitch. I told you to warn your hubby, gave you three whole weeks just for that. Poor bitch STILL doesn’t know his wife’s getting reamed out by a real man. I’ll be sure to break the news to him gently.]

“Really, I’ve just been dying to talk to Bri again, she always talked about what a wonderful man you are, and now that I can see you up close, I truly understand. You’re a truly kind man, mister Watson.”

[Your daughter’s got an ass even fucking fatter than yours, you slut. I’m gonna have to smack your black ass red for holding out on me again, at first I was just gonna fuck you in front of poor Richie. Now? I think his lovely daughter should share the fun.]

“Your children are amazing too, not to sound inappropriate, but Mary seems like a lovely lady, just like her mother. I bet she’s going to grow up to be every bit as talented as her.”

Bri’s nostrils flared with the scent of bubbling, scalding hot precum bleeding through Tyler’s shorts, nearly having to fight herself to keep from crawling on her ashy knees to lick that dense white stream dribbling over his juicy tree-trunk thighs and solid ivory calves. Her eyes were laser focused on her phone, lips trembling, pulsing with excitement as her legs trembled and she awaited the depraved messages she had missed for so long from her master, her heart clenching and beating at a mile a minute as he shocked her with an order that had her bathing her seat in an overflow of sweet-smelling pussy-juice.

[Get in the bathroom, bitch, I wanna make sure you haven’t forgotten how to please me since I last shoved my dick in your throat. I built up a hell of a sweat during wrestling practice and I want you licking off every. Last. DROP. Gotta look presentable for dinner, after all.]

“Ah, but, as much as it pains me to cut things off in the middle of the conversation, I believe nature’s calling. Would you perhaps mind showing me the way to the bathroom, Mr. Watson?” Tyler asked, smiling as Bri almost instantly interrupted to offer to do it instead, biting her bottom lip at the thought of what the hung white stallion had in mind for her with his huge, slutbreaking, virile white CANNON COCK~!

Mary was always a “good girl”, the apple of her Daddy’s eye. Straight-A student, Valedictorian, President of the Student Council, and even spent her weekends singing with the choir at her family’s church. Mary was taught that lust and carnal desire were just mere trappings of the flesh, the devil’s attempt at tempting you into wickedness, she could still remember hearing her sweaty, pudge-ball of a pastor railing on and on about how good, god-fearing, righteous women of Christ should be setting a proper example. How women needed to be chaste and pure and virginal all the way up until their wedding night. That your purity was the ultimate gift your future husband could receive, and squandering it was an affront to the Lord. Other girls might’ve left those sermons unfazed, but not Mary, she took everything he said to heart, and repressed those dark, depraved urges...

But here was Tyler, studly, and sexy, and glistening oh-so-tantalizingly, like the embodiment of pure, unfettered lust itself. He barely touched her, and already she was trembling so hard, panting, moaning, gasping, as she mashed her monstrously plump, jiggly thighs together harder and harder, feeling a steamy, sticky wetness soaking up her lacy white panties. The pungent stench of animalistic sex and irresistible masculinity oozed off him like a haze and seeped into Mary and Bri’s brains, rotting their minds from the inside-out. Suddenly, all of those long-winded sermons she thought long and hard about vanished, replaced with the cock-starved fantasy of Tyler wrapping his fist around her throat and fucking her fat, virgin pussy until she passed out!

As Mary and Bri took their seats, instantly moving their chairs as close as possible to Tyler’s, Bri was locked in a heated texting frenzy with the insatiable teenage stallion!

[I MISSED YOU SOOO MUCH, DADDY! PLEEEASE! TREAT ME LIKE YOUR FUCKING NASTY NIGGER-WHORE, PLEEEASE!]

[I SHOULD’VE TOLD YOU ABOUT HER SOONER, DADDY! I’M SOOO SORRY! HER FAT ASS IS ALL YOURS, BABYYY! SMACK ME AND CHOKE ME SOOO HARD, PLEEEASE! I’M SUCH A BAD LITTLE BLACK COCK-SLEEVE, DADDYYY!]

[I’LL LICK IT ALL UPPP ♥♥♥ I’LL CHOKE ON IT SOOO HARD!!! RAPE MY THROAT! RUIN ME WHILE MY FUCKING CLUELESS HUSBAND SITS HERE! MAKE HIM LISTEN TO ME GAGGING ON YOUR GORGEOUS WHITE GOD-COCK, DADDYYYY ♥♥♥]

“O—Oh? Baby? I mean, I don’t mind showing Tyler where the bathroom is.” Richard sounded nervous, like a small part of him knew that Bri left the table, she wouldn’t be coming back in the same state. Instead of her sweet, kind-hearted smile gracing him, his wife sneered, a disgusted, irritated look drawn across her half-lidded, pouty-lipped face. “Just sit here and be quiet, Richard. You’re giving me a goddamn headache…” She hissed, watching the pitiful little cuck sink back into his chair, as she climbed up, took Tyler’s huge, muscly hand, and happily clung to him, gigantic chocolate udders squishing up against his massive, rock-solid muscles, as she lead him down to the bathroom.

The door SLAMMED shut and locked behind them, as Bri pounced on Tyler in the needy, nasty little cum-dump she truly was; pushing his big, broad back up against the wall, grinding those gargantuan, jiggly mounds of dark, tar-black nigger-tits up and down against his powerful, bulging chest, before she climbed up her irresistible Aryan Daddy like a TREE; locking her voluptuous legs around his waist, slinging her slender arms around his neck, as her hefty, wobbling, pussy-soaked twerk-shelf CLAPPED and SMACKED feverishly back and forth. She smashed her fat, drooling lips against his, dragging Tyler into a sloppy, slurping, mouth-raping kiss, coaxing his bigger, fatter, meaner tongue out into the open air and slapping it back and forth; coiling hers around it, stroking up and down, all while her sticky, sugary cunny-slop leaked even more whorishly from her achingly swollen, desperately horny pussy.

The delicious scent of her sweet, cherry-tinged sugars were filling up her bathroom, seeping into the walls and mixing with Daddy’s mind-rotting Alpha stench, as she mashed her squishy, juicy, doughy black curves harder, needier, hungrier against all that tall, studly, steel-hard muscle.

“S—Smack it, Daddyyy ♥♥♥ Smack it soooo hard, pleeease… P—Punish me! Choke me! BREAK ME! M—Make me scream and squirt like the stupid ghetto coon cock-doll I am, Daddyyy ♥♥♥ Mmmmpphhhmmm… ♥♥♥ I’m sooo badddd, right? Such a bad fucking bitchhhh! Smack that fat fugghing ghetto booty! I need it feel it sting and burn with Daddy’s handprints! I NEED TO FEEL LIKE YOUR FUCKING BITCH AGAIN, DADDYYY ♥♥♥” Shameless, unhinged squealing rang from those slutty, slobbering lips, as the stupid, cheating nigger-whore was so touch-starved that even getting her deliciously doughy, ghettolicious ass bruised up by Daddy’s big, mean hands was something that she truly couldn’t live without!

A small, husky chuckle leaked out from Tyler’s throat as he returned Bri’s impassioned embrace in full, effortlessly holding her up by his big, strong, meaty palms as they CLAPPED! down on either side of her gloriously gargantuan ghetto ass, growling in approval as he sunk his digits against the endlessly meaty, undulating waves of her wobbly black monster-cheeks. It was all too easy for him to utterly dominate the kiss from there as he left the poor, cock-crazed coon reeling with ecstasy from the mere touch of his powerful palms, nearly cumming right then and there just from the sheer pleasure of the domineering SQUEEZE of the all-conquering weapons of destruction that were his thick hands.

He shoved her against the bathroom sink without the slightest care, pushing her into the wall while her massive mocha asscheeks practically spilled over the tiny space of that little washbasin, though it made a serviceable enough stool for him to prop her onto as he feasted on the sweet, slobbery spit dribbling from her tongue like an animal feasting on its prey, his hands clutching at either side of the conservative dress she wore and RIPPING it to shreds to bare her jiggling teardrop tits to his gaze.

“Fucking hell! What the hell have you been eating while I was gone? Your tits look even fatter than they did last time…you’re practically a fucking cow, you know that?” He grunted down at her, punctuating his demeaning words by laying a strong, echoing SMACK!!! against her marshmallow-soft milktanks, groping her like a piece of meat with one hand while his other grabbed her firmly by her chin, squeezing hard on her cheeks until she gasped, her open mouth immediately being shot full with a bubbly wad of spit that lanced across her tongue with a loud PTOOEY!.

“Look at you, fucking jumping to cheat on poor Richard. I meant what I said down there, you know? He’s a good man…a good little fucking bitch to open his wallet and pay to keep his whore wife nice and pretty for me. And you’re betraying him just to get a taste of some fat fucking white pipe.” He berated her like a father disciplining their child, somehow only becoming more sinfully arousing each time he tore apart her ego and made her feel like an absolutely debased nigger thot, a feeling that was only enhanced by his heavy palm smacking into the side of her face and making her fall to her knees, leaving a stinging handprint of ownership as she was put on her knees…the proper position to show devotion to a god like Tyler.

The clinking of his zipper being pulled down was like music to her ears, shivering with a euphoric happiness so strong that it was practically a religious experience…and she certainly felt much more inclined to happily worship here than she ever did at a church altar.

The raw, unfettered musk of his virility nearly smacked her in the face as she licked her juicy lips, preparing herself to throat every throbbing inch of that beefy ivory stud-stick, the sound of Tyler’s fist wrapping around his huge white cock and stroking his thick, burly ~~man~~GODHOOD was reverberating in her ears, calling her to replace the uncomfortable chafing of his hard, heavy hands made for beating on stupid wimps like her husband with her dripping warm throat-cunt built to make musclebound studs drain their loads inside its wet, silky depths.

But Tyler’s hand held her in place, torturously letting his cock dangle just out of her reach while he reached around to tear off what little remnants of clothes hid the jutting curve of her juicy, jungle-bred black coonie cake from his sight. He relished the shriek that spilled from her mouth as he ruthlessly spanked her the moment her massive ass came jiggling free from her clothes, the sight of her enormously round twerk-globes bouncing against each other might as well have been an eighth wonder of the world, one solely reserved for Tyler’s viewing pleasure whenever he wanted to leave her black cheeks red with his monstrous hands.

He smiled down at her as he beat his cock off in her face, a hot stream of juicy white God-jizz dribbling from his opening cumslit, which he ordered her fiercely not to dare opening her mouth to slurp up, relishing her whine of conflict as she fought to keep herself from sucking in that tasty cum-glob.

“You know what I want from you, bitch. I want you to tell me who your real man is, not that tubby little piece of shit you’ve got downstairs while you sniff my cock like the stupid black fuckpig you are~ I want you to beg me to take it, to ruin your fucking family while I make you my bitch…permanently. If you do that, I’ll fuck your slutty little throat just like I know you’ve wanted for weeks now…but if not…I guess I can let your stupid family go, I’ll even stop beating on Drew, won’t even touch his little faggot ass. So, what’s your call? Clock’s fucking ticking, if you don’t answer quick enough I might just stomp down those stairs and break your kid’s spine before raping his sister in front of him, she seems like she’d be pretty fun.” Tyler hissed down at her, his ultimatum hanging heavy in the air as Bri looked between his roguishly handsome face and massive, swollen stud-prick pulsing just for her, swallowing the lump in her throat before making her final, penultimate decision…

This is where Bri belonged. Not wasting her time and body on a worthless nigger-cuck like Richard, not on her knees praying to a false god, not pretending that she wasn’t a starving, salivating jungle-whore bred to serve and worship studly white Masters, no. Bri was born to worship at the altar of one god and one god alone, the irresistibly gorgeous, flawlessly muscled, monster-sized Aryan fuck-God looming over her. The feeling of his huge, calloused hands smacking her around, POUNDING!!! on her jiggly, jello-y curves, kneading her mammoth-sized negro-udders, CLAPPING!!! that humongous shelf of wobbling, chocolaty, jungle-born booty-flesh until every square inch was beet-red and painted with dark, blistering handprints, left the mindless little coon cock-doll absolutely devastated, trembling, writhing, and moaning mindlessly in pure ecstasy. She didn’t give a FUCK if her family heard her, if they all had their ears pressed to the door and were listening in! All she cared about right now was satisfying Tyler, was getting him off, making him feel the same mind-rotting pleasure he constantly left her body wracked with. Her massive, milky-soft curves were covered in dark, bruising fingerprints, as Tyler suddenly RIPPED!!! open her tight, tit-hugging dress and let those colossal, creamy, dark-chocolate globes of breastmeat come spilling out in a fat, wobbling heap. Her puffy, oversized mocha-colored nipples were as hard as diamond, achingly stiff and incredibly sensitive, as even the slightest shift in the air sent waves of electrifying lust coursing straight down her needy, gushy, sinful nigger-cunt.

FUCK! Those tremendously thick, outrageously fat mountain of sow-meat jutting from her giant, heaving chest were indeed even fatter, a byproduct of consuming Daddy’s addictively rich, potent, mind and body-altering seed. In fact, every last inch of her dark, deliciously doughy figure was even thicker, meatier, and softer since Daddy last laid eyes on it. His fingers sunk so deep into all that squishy, bouncing, mind-bogglingly big tit-meat, fat pockets of jiggly jigaboo-colored udder-flesh seeping between the laces of his insanely thick, sturdy fingers, while she practically unhinged her jaw, letting Daddy’s fat, gooey, yellowed wad of spit dance on her drooling tongue before slurping it down a ravenous gusto, and proudly showing it off afterwards to prove to Daddy that she was eager to accept even more of that rich, aged throat-slime.

She accepted Daddy’s slaps and smacks like a good little whore, listened to him berate and belittle her with  desperate, approving nods and meek, cock-addled whimpers, before Daddy finally threw her down on her knees and unveiled the life-changing, mind-ruining, slut-skewering GODHOOD she would spend a lifetime worshipping endlessly! She lurched forward, but Daddy held her back, which earned her another vicious SMACK across her already lightly bruised cheek. Whiny, bratty moans spilled from those fat, juicy coon-sized lips, as she watched Daddy waste his time and strength stroking on his god-cock when she had a perfectly plump, piping hot throat-pussy waiting right there to swallow it all up! Of course, this wasn’t for his own pleasure, Daddy was teasing her, eager to see her break even further, and Bri did not disappoint! It took every ounce of strength she had just to keep from slurping up the drug-like pre-sludge caking her slutty, slobbering face! SHE NEEDED DADDY MORE THAN ANYTHING!

She arched her slender back and made those mountainous, marshmallowy-soft mounds of jiggly, undulating Black booty-meat twerk even harder, filling the entire bathroom with a fierce, rhythmic “THWAP” “THWAP” “THWAP” that grew faster and faster, that big ol’ bubbly mammoth-sized behind MASHING AND GYRATING LIKE A FILTHY, SAVAGE NIGGER MATING DANCE! She pushed out her chest, arms straight and braced out in front of her, squeezing around her bare-naked stack of soft, squishy, bouncing nigger-tits, while she pushed her pelvis downward and ground her huge, puffy, agonizingly swollen coon cunt back and forth against the floor, caking it in round after after of sinfully sweet, steamy fuck-lust!

The good, strong, god-fearing woman Tyler encountered only a few short months ago was no longer there. Instead, there was just a simperingly sweet, slutty, mindlessly slobbering nigger-cow, hazy, heart-shaped hazel eyes glazed over, fat tongue flailing back and forth, lipstick smeared across her jizz-and-drool-drenched face, dark, kinky African curls matted to her sticky, dripping cheeks, while fat gouts of Daddy’s grade-A stud-slop dripped wastefully down the bridge of her wide negro nose, onto her quivering pink lips, and down her chin.

“P—Pleeeeeease, Daddyyyyy ♥♥♥ ... I need you sooo FUGGHING BADDDD ♥♥♥ PLEEEASE! RAPE ME! RUIN MEEEEE! MAKE ME AN EVEN BIGGER, STUPIDER, SLUTTIER NIGGER COCK-SLEEVE THAN I ALREADY AM!”Bri squealed at the top of her lungs.“DESTROY MY WORTHLESS FAMILY! WRECK US COMPLETELY! WE’RE NOTHING BUT SOME FUCKING NIGGERS ANYWAY! FUCKING WORTHLESS! NOTHING WITHOUT A BIG STRONG SEXY WHITE MASTER TO OWN US COMPLETELY! I WANT YOU TO BUST MY BABY GIRL’S PUSSY WIDE OPEN WITH THAT GORGEOUS WHITE GOD-COCK, DADDDDDYYYYY ♥♥♥ PLEEEEEASE! OH FUCKING PLEEEEEASE! KNOCK US BOTH UP! MAKE US YOUR FUCKING NIGGER-SOWS AND HAVE US POP OUT ALL YOUR BIG BEAUTIFUL WHITE BABIES, DADDDDYYYY! I NEED TO RAISE A REAL SON, NOT THE FUCKING LOSER CUCK I GAVE BIRTH TO! FUCK HE’S SUCH A DISAPPOINTMENT, DADDYYYYY! NOTHING COMPARED TO A REAL FUCKING GOD LIKE YOUUUUU ♥♥♥ I’LL DO ANYTHING, BE ANYTHING YOU WANT ME TO BE, DADDY! I PROMISE! I PROMISE! I FUGGHING PROMISEEEEE ♥♥♥ PLEEEEEEASE!”

A vile, terrifying chuckle rose from Tyler’s throat as he took in his newly christened whores testimony of eternal worship and love, gripping her cheeks powerfully while his condescending gaze loomed over her, pressing his hips forward just enough for the crown of his impossibly veiny stud-spear to press into her plush bottom lip and leak out with hot, sticky tar-like rivulets of seed that she cherished more than any precious gold or silver.

“Good answer, whore.” He spat out, wasting no time before, GRABBING ONTO HER KINKY LOCKS OF HAIR FROM BOTH SIDES AND SLAMMING EVERY LAST BURLY, BUCKING INCH OF MUSKY WHITE BREEDING BEEF INTO HER GREEDY WHORE MOUTH, STRETCHING OUT HER JAW EVEN MORE THAN HE EVER HAD BEFORE AS SHE CHOKED DELIGHTEDLY ON HIS GODLIKE MONSTER-COCK. The sound of two fat, virile, sloshing cumtanks violently SLAPPING against Bri’s throat could be heard all the way from the dinner table, with Paul trying and failing to hide the leaking tears dripping from his eyes by tapping away uselessly at a stupid mobile game, while his father deluded himself that it was probably just the neighbors going too hard on their home renovations again, even as the gurgled pleas of ”fughhh my dub nigger throat haaahrder daaahdeee~” told him otherwise.

“FUCK! You’ve been fucking thirsty for this cock, haven’t you? You’re sucking my cock like a goddamn vacuum in there…” Tyler groaned, marveling at Bri’s devoted cock-worship while the bathroom was filled with messy GLOCKS, GLRKS and of course the telltale SCHLLLLRKKKK of a mind-broken bimbo thot suckling on a heavy white monster-cock like their very life depended on it.

“This is where you fucking belong, bitch. Not making dinner for those stupid cucks downstairs, not protecting that fat wimp Drew. Not singing hymns like you’re some fucking nun. THIS is where you belong, on your knees, draining my fucking nuts, shaking that giant coon ass and draining my nutsack, and don’t you EVER forget it…” He growled at her, redoubling his efforts as his controlled thrusts turned into unrestrained, beastly rutting into her cock-craving coon mouth! Tyler was fucking her mouth like it was a pussy all on its own, his massive length choking her out until her face looked ready to turn blue from oxygen deprivation! But this time, she was wise enough to not let a silly thing like breathing stop her from worshipping her god, slurping up every beefy inch her master pounded into her and lapping her tongue across those squiggly worm-like veins like only the very best of experienced throatwhores could.

“God fucking DAMN! I almost didn’t think you could go that far, but shit, I guess you’re just a natural born whore aren’t you, Bri? Not that surprising, I had you pegged the moment I saw that juicy black dump truck of yours~” He degraded her, punctuating his foul words with another resounding CLAP! to her doughy derriere. “Shit, shake that fucking ass for me, slut. I want you to give me a fucking show while you slobber on daddy’s cock, hehe~”

His demands and vile orders only intensified with every passing minute, as though he was intent on pushing Bri to the absolute limit as his newest fucksleeve, his chuckles of amusement and groans of pleasure as he forced her to rim his ass and get a long, hard taste of his taint making Bri’s corrupted heart flutter with pride at the thought she could service her new owner so devotedly. With a hot, heavy pant, he YANKED the flared tip of his pulsing cockhead out of her wanting maw, the Aryan alpha glistening with sweat and a musky cocktail of pheromones that only made him seem that much more godlike in Bri’s heart-shaped eyes, with a deep grunt, he hefted up his beefy cockslab and slapped it down on her face, marking her with the coagulated mixture of obedient nigger slavebitch throat-juices and his own greasy pre-slop which she relished the very taste of.

“Jesus fucking christ, you’re even more of a whore than I expected! I’d blast a load down your stupid throat…but I’m saving my first cumshot for later now, a good little slut like you deserves to get pinned down and fucked full of my nut for the first time. Shit, wonder if your daughter’s anywhere near this slutty…you know what, gimme your fucking phone, bitch. It’s time your babygirl got a lesson in what real worship looks like.” He announced with a wide, wolfish grin, a devilish idea forming in his mind that was sure to make Bri even more utterly SOAKED in her own gushing pussy-slop at what her daddy intended.

Bri was built for this. The fiery heat of Daddy’s bubbling hot, tar-like nut-sludge painting her fat, dripping, drool-drenched lips completely and utterly white left the poor, pitiful, pussy-soaked nigger-sow absolutely reeling; eyes rolling so far into the back of her skull that all her STUDLY ARYAN GOD could see were the whites! She was howling like an animal, not the slutty, mewling moans she was letting out earlier, but deep, primal, grunting roars of unadulterated pleasure, so completely nasty and depraved that it didn’t sound like anything remotely resembling a human. She wasn’t a person, she was SLUT. A WHORE. A GLORIFIED CUM-BUCKET BITCH FOR HER INSATIABLE, CUNT-COLONIZING MASTER TO UNLOAD HIS HEAVY, SLOSHING, SEED-CHURNING NUTS INSIDE! She unhinged her jaw, her throat splitting wide open, thick plumes of hot, muggy heat spilling out, as Daddy pushed his humongous, jaw-breaking tip past her fat, sticky, glossy lips and plunged into the sweltering, sloppy, sopping wet reaches of her fat pink oesophagus without a second thought!

This wasn’t a mere cock-milking, he was hellbent on RAPING that slutty, gushy, mind-meltingly squishy throat-cunt until she was thoroughly BRAINDEAD! She mashed and squeezed that fat, spongy gullet around Daddy’s sweaty, musky, mind-rotting monster cock like it was her one and only duty in this life. In the weeks since their fateful encounter at the glory hole, Bri’s throat had gotten even wetter, juicer, steamier, and softer, becoming more and more pussy-like with each passing day, as the sheer heat and plumpness of that insatiable, tirelessly squeezing, mind-numbingly vacuum-tight throat-pussy had his giant, agonizingly swollen nutsack churning and rumbling like crazy!

“Fugggh iitttt! Deeappprrrr! Fuggghhhh meee stuwpidddd, Dwadddyyyyy!!!! Rwaapphhhh itttt swwwooooo deeeeppppp!” She gurgled and gagged and choked brainlessly, the lack of oxygen going up to her empty, cock-addled brain not stopping her from dragging her whore throat back and forth as fast as she possibly could, impaling herself deeper, harder, sloppier than ever before, all while Daddy’s merciless hips bucked like a raging bronco, skewering her greedy, gurgling pink gullet like she WISHED he would her whorishly gushing nigger cunt!

Bri arched her back even harder, the outrageously exaggerated curve looking almost painful, as she pushed her gargantuan, cornbread-fed, mouthwateringly jello-y coon-cheeks out even harder, smashing them up and down, to and fro, back and forth against the pussy-drenched floor! A thunderous round ass-clapping applause filled the bathroom, as Bri flexed her gelatinous, MILF-y twerk-globes one by one, bouncing them back and forth, gyrating her wide, wobbly, meaty hips with a crazed frenzy, as the sheer wetness of her needy, neglected pussy made her fantastically fat, doughy, chocolatey pound-cakes stick together with each rippling, undulating “CLAP” she gave. She would give him anything, do anything, go to the ENDS OF THE EARTH JUST FOR HIM!

“SSCCCLLHHUUURRRPPP”, Bri was practically on the verge of tears when Daddy abruptly tore his sticky, sloppy, throat-slimed god-cock out from her furnace-like throat-cunt, grinding it back and forth against her pretty little dripping face, watching her nostrils flare as she took in deep, gluttonous whiffs of Daddy’s addictive, mind-breaking stud-musk over and over and over again, permanently searing the aroma into her brain!

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Bri and Tyler were locked in the bathroom for an uncomfortably long time, Mary was in the middle of the most tense family dinner she’s ever had the displeasure of sitting through. Richard looked like he was about to throw up, sweaty, queasy, eyes shifting back and forth between his plate and the hallway leading to the bathroom. It was like was contemplating getting up and checking on his missing wife, but the animal-like groans ringing out instantly made him sink back into his chair. Paul would glance up at his twin sister for a split second, only see the slobbering, dazed, gasping expression on her face and drop his gaze back down to the floor. Mary leaned back in her seat, those deliciously doughy thighs spread apart, her skirt hiked up, while she pulled her sopping wet panties and mauled her fat, aching clit. She gnawed on her juicy bottom lip, eyes fluttering back into her skull, tongue lapping down across her chin, as she rubbed her huge, puffy, tender folds up and down, nice and slow. So juicy and soaked that her chair was drenched in her own sticky, sugary sweetness, rolling off the edge of spilling onto the floor with a heavy “SLOP”. She carefully pushed two of her fingers deep inside her vise-like cunny, thumb mashing down HARD on her nerve-ridden clit, rubbing it until it was completely RED AND RAW, while her other hand sunk into her own sensitive, heaving chest, pawing on her perfectly pillowy, perky titty-meat harder and harder, pinching and twisting her huge, meaty nipples and making herself see stars! Slowly but surely, she her plunged her fingers into her soaking wet pussy until everything but her knuckles were twisting, mashing, and wriggling inside her squeezing, slurping fuck-sleeve, juices caking her entire hand even HARDER each time she listened to DADDY’S DARK, SEXY VOICE RIPPING THROUGH HER HOUSE!

“D—Dad…? S—Shouldn’t we… Do something?” Paul finally worked up the courage to speak, earning himself a deep, animalistic snarl from his ridiculously horny twin. “Shut your FUCKING mouth, Paul. Momma is just… A—Aaaahhh fuggghhh ♥♥♥… H—Helping out a guest… Y—You fugghing pissant… Tyler is soooo fuggghing gooddd to Momma… S—So don’t be rude and just eat your fucking food like a good little boy.~ Shitttt… I—I wanna help Tylerrrr sooo badddd tooo… M—Mommmaaaaaa… Pleeeease… B—Bring him backkkkk ♥♥♥” Mary whined, her father and brother not once looking up at her, too terrified of what they might see.

“That’s it, stuff those fucking balls down your greedy little mouth, I want you to warm up the thick load I’m gonna blast in that juicy cunt of yours.” Tyler grumbled heavily, throwing his head back as his mighty Aryan seed-pods were slathered in spit and slobber by Bri’s hot, wet, suckling maw, his hands steadying her phone as he smiled down at her and swiped over to poor, “innocent” Mary’s contact information.

The vibrations of her phone drew her out of her cock-craving bliss, reluctantly dragging her fingers away from her soaked slit to drag her phone out of her pocket, her eyebrows perking up at seeing her mother’s number trying to facetime her, biting her puffy lower lip as curiosity took over, and she pushed her earphones in as though she already knew that she’d need the absolute clearest auditory experience for the depraved show she was about to witness…

The untouched teen bimbo-to-be instantly had her eyes assailed by the sight of her mother, nearly unrecognizable with how absolutely coated in gooey pre-jizz and sweet, slippery slut-slobber she was, her fat, puffy lips being put to good use WRAPPING AROUND THOSE JIZZ-BLOATED BULLY BALLS AND SUCKING HARD ENOUGH TO ALMOST TASTE HIS VIRILE SWIMMERS WRIGGLING AROUND HER NASTY, PRECUM COATED TONGUE~

But beyond that, her eyes were instantly drawn to the even more arousing sight of 18 thick, burly inches of slut-ruining alpha-meat twitching heavily on her mother’s defiled face while Tyler jerked his massive cock across Bri’s slutty face.

“Hey there, bitch. You’re Bri’s kid, right? Wanted to relay a message to you, don’t worry about your mom being a bit indisposed right now, as you can see, she’s dealing with much more important shit than your wimpy brother and father, isn’t that right?” He laughed wickedly, his strong, deep, baritone voice making Mary’s untouched cunt pulse with primal, unfettered need to hear him groan like the conquering alpha-God he was while he glazed her womb in his potent seed, her other hand returning to the folds of her pussy and nearly ripping her panties off entirely as the wet squelch of her juicy nigger pussy being played with was audible to everyone at the table.

Tyler smacked his beefy cockshaft across Bri’s face with a meaty THWACK! that left her bruised and battered by the sheer power of his mindbreaking alpha-rod, though her tongue slithering out to lick up every last drop of tacky pre-jizz lacing his shaft made it all too clear that she loved getting brutalized by his mighty conqueror cock more than anything else.

“See, I’m sorry to tell you this, but your mama here has been real bad, isn’t that right? Mhm, I’ve been raping this nigger bitch’s stupid throat-cunt for weeks now, and she hasn’t done fuck all about it. She wanted me to come to your house and stretch her pussy out right in front of everyone, can you believe that? What a saintly example for you to follow, huh?” He continued, stroking his thick shaft while making sure to keep his cock-slobbering dick-doll mindlessly suckling on his drooling dick-tip like a drug addict jonesing for her next fix.

“But see, the nice thing is, you don’t have to feel guilty about wanting to get on your knees and slurp on my fat balls right in front of her. Bri here will explain it all. See, there’s wimps like your dickless father and brother out there, and then there’s actual men, like me. And bitches like you and your mother? With your juicy coon asses and fat, wobbly cow-tits? You’re not meant to be wasting your time trying to do all sorts of stupid shit to make a bunch of dumb cucks happy. Nah, you belong here, worshipping a real God with that slutty stripper body you were born with.” He told her, dragging his cock free from the depths of Bri’s mouth and holding her still, stroking his cock in front of her while capturing her debasing herself for her daddy’s turgid teen monstercock all for her daughter’s viewing pleasure.

“Tell her, slut. I want you to make your daughter know what she was born for, I want her to hear from your whore mouth how you were born with that juicy black nigger ass and cocksucking monkey lips to be fuckmeat for me and my cock.” He spat down at her, watching the delirious ahegao plastered across her face with a villainous smile, while Mary schlicked away furiously at her throbbing cunt and barely kept herself from cumming right then and there!

The sound of Tyler’s voice, so deep, so dark, so unimaginably handsome, it drove her into a state of pure, cock-addled frenzy, her entire body shaking, trembling oh-so-violently, while her thoroughly cucked brother and father listened to her huff, and puff, and groan desperately under her breath, not even attempting to hide how shamelessly she played with her fat, angrily swollen, deeply needy pussy. She clung to his every word, drooling dribbling down her fat, pouty lips and drenching her big, baggy sweater, as Tyler quite gleefully explained to her how much of a filthy fucking whore her once saintly mother was. “SHLICK” “SHLICK” “SHLICK”, the sound of her drenched little fingers driving faster, harder, meaner into her steamy, slurping, slutty pussy bombarded her family’s ears, making poor little limp-dick Richard and Paul blush as they each felt an uncomfortable strain in their pants. “D—Dadddyyyyyyy…. ♥♥♥” Richard resisted the overpowering urge to crane his neck up at the sound of that word. “Daddy”, such a simple phrase used to make his heart sing, but now… All it did was send a sharp, painful piercing straight through his chest… Because he knew she wasn’t calling for her father… She was calling for HIM.

“Ooooohhh fugggghhh, Dadddyyyyyy ♥♥♥ Pleeeeease… Make me your bitchhhhh… Ruin meeeeee completely… I—I’m sooo fuggghing wetttttt, Dadddyyyyyy!” Mary licked and lapped at her phone, just dying to even get a TASTE of that giant, sweaty, whore-destroying fuck-slab glistening oh-so-temptingly on her screen!

“SLOP” “SLOP” “SLOP”, the sounds of his own daughter’s nasty, needy whore-juices falling to the floor with a heavy “PLOP” was going to make Richard ill. He struggled to even breathe, hearing her whimper and beg so loudly, not even trying to be subtle about her absolute, undeniable cock-addiction! “I—I’ll suck ittttt! I promiseeeee! I’ll slurp it sooo gooddddd, Daddyyy ♥♥♥ I’ll be a good little nasty nigger-whore for you!” Mary babbled, groaning and shoving two more fingers knuckle-deep inside her furiously gushing cunt; gaping herself, prepping her tight, squeezing, virgin pussy for the mind-shattering, womb-wrecking, whore-breaking RAPE it would soon be receiving!

She felt so jealous watching her Momma’s fat, doughy, jizz-slathered lips slurp around Daddy’s gigantic, cum-spewing cockhead, all while Daddy pumped his rock-solid fuck-spire back and forth, stroking every last greasy, slimy, drool-drenched inch like an absolute STUD!

“Babyyyy ♥ Daddy’s going to… Mmmmppphhmmm… Rape your whore pussy sooo goooddddd! I promise, he’ll make you feel better than you ever have, sweetie! You’re nothing but a slutty fucking nigger cum-dump for Daddy, understand? He’s going to split you open and breed you soooo deep! Going to make your belly bulge around his gorgeous god-cock while he rearranges your pretty pink guts, baby girl ♥ Mmmm…. Fuugggghhhhh ♥♥♥ Doesn’t that sound sooo goooddddd? You won’t stop begging until Daddy busts so deep inside your womb and knocks you up the nasty little Black fuck-sow you are, babyyyy ♥♥♥ You’ll looove being pregnant, princess… Love the feeling of Daddy’s precious white babies growing inside your belly… Love the feeling of knowing that Daddy OWNS US COMPLETELY! He’s our God, baby girl. We don’t believe in Jesus, we believe in our gorgeous Aryan FUCK-GOD, Tyler Reed ♥♥♥ Isn’t that right, baby girl?”

Mary nodded mindlessly, her mother’s lust-crazed sermon making her squirt so FUCKING HARD! Drenching the floor in even more of her sweet, sinful lust, her father listening to his only daughter squeal her head off as she simply couldn’t contain herself any longer!

“SAY IT!” Bri demanded. “I WANT TO HEAR YOU!”

“HE’S OUR GOD! OUR FUCKING GODDDDD ♥♥♥” She huffed, going cross-eyed, tongue flailing violently, as she shook like she was having a vicious, spine-breaking seizure!

“AND WHAT DOES OUR GOD DO?”

“HE KNOCKS UP FUGGGHING NASTY NIGGER-SLEEVES LIKE USSSSSS ♥♥♥”

“Such a good little girl!  Momma is sooo proud of you, baby! Isn’t she so good, Daddy?”

“That’s a good bitch, I’d bend you over and fuck your greedy cunt full right now, but I think that should be a family affair, and you’re not nearly dressed well enough for such an important family gathering.” Tyler berated his ball-slurping coon whore, dragging her up to her feet by her kinky locks and pushing her against the wall, his meaty palms striking her jiggling shelf of a rump and making her pillowy asscheeks shake endlessly with every echoing WHAP! that accompanied his strikes.

“So here’s what I want you and your daughter to do, I want you to get dressed to the nines in the nicest-looking outfit you nigger sluts can find. Make it sexy…but classy, I wanna know that my new whores are top of the line bitches, you hear that? I better not see you or your daughter dressing in anything less than your best. And once you’ve come back down, I want you to rustle up a fresh, hot meal for the real man of the house, way better than whatever slop you’ve got those losers downstairs eating, and you’re gonna show little Paul and Richie who the new man of the house is.” He ordered briskly, grinning as he watched Mary nod from behind the screen, jumping to obey his command just as Bri did once he let her go, though not before pressing her hot lips into his for one last wet, slobbery smooch that let their naked bodies grind against each other with primal lust and need.

His thick fingers jammed inside of her cunt while his other hand SQUEEZED one of her massive mounds of bubbly black assfat, marveling at the firmness of such an incredibly thick bubble butt and smacking it for good measure, a wanton mewl spilling out of her mouth as he gave her a domineering kiss that set her alight with sheer pleasure.

“Shhh, it’s okay. After I’m done with you today, you won’t even remember that pathetic black bitch boy rolling around on top of you like the little bitch he is. I don’t give a fuck if he put that ring on your finger, we both know who the fuck owns you now, and I’m gonna make sure he knows it too.” Tyler declared, his unbreakable confidence making his words strike even deeper into his whore’s heart as she nodded with desperate bliss, begging her daddy to destroy those pathetic cuckboys like the wimps they were, a request that he was all too eager to satisfy as he smiled wickedly to himself.

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The echoing noise of heavy feet rumbling against the staircase nearly made Paul and Richard’s hearts leap out of their chests, the supposed “man of the house” finally working up the stones to face the monstrous beast that he’d allowed into their home…and instantly shrinking away as he viewed the sweaty, vascular bulk of Tyler’s shirtless torso, displaying how easily he could batter into the pudgy older man with his heavy fists.

“Y-you…w-what the hell did you do with mom up there! I know the girls are under your fucking spell or something, but I’m not falling for it! You can’t just walk into our house and-ACKH!”

Paul instantly stopped his attempt at verbally berating the massive monster-stud as Tyler swiftly closed any distance between them, his stony gaze a far cry from the smiling, friendly god-fearing youth that was at their door mere moments ago. Richard cowered in his seat as he watched the cold, fiery anger rising in Tyler's eyes at the mere thought that someone so utterly inferior could challenge such unbeatable might as his, his lips crinkling into a wicked smile as he flicked his wrist ever so slightly and shattered his son’s arm like a wishbone.

Amidst the screaming cries of poor Paul, Richard had come to the harrowing realization that the defiling, debauched show of alpha God-rape that this boy…no, this monster had put on mere moments ago…that was Tyler on his good side. But now? Now he was done playing nice, and his heart quivered with a primal fear that nearly made him pass out, toppling off his seat as Tyler reclined on the chair at the head of the table…his chair, propping his feet up on either side and paying no mind to the fact that his boots had stomped all over the painstakingly prepared meal Bri had cooked for her son and husband, his spread-legged position putting the massive bulge of his all-conquering stud prick, freshly coated with Bri’s sticky, sweet spit and slobber and his own creamy pre-nut, making his sheer white shorts almost see through as the men gawked at his epic length and squirmed uncomfortably at how UTTERLY, COMPLETELY, OVERWHELMINGLY INFERIOR THEY LOOKED COMPARED TO THAT DIVINE SLUTBREAKING SHAFT.

Richard was at a crossroads, unsure of whether to run away with his tail between his legs and leave his son to suffer this brute’s violent depravity, or call the police and risk being made a victim to his body-breaking blows himself. The answer to that question was quickly made for him as Tyler languidly reached his arm across to grab his ankle, a smile of endless wickedness on his face as he tightened his grip on the man’s foot, nearly threatening to shatter his heel into dust as Richard sputtered and coughed in utter panic.

“Now now now Richie boy, wouldn’t it be rude of you to leave so soon? I’ve got such a nice show prepared for you too, and we haven’t even had dinner yet. Didn’t your mother tell you it’s simple etiquette to wait until dinner’s over when you’re invited to another man’s property?” He smirked, slowly letting go of Richard’s hand as the two men remain frozen in fear, only returning to their seats when Tyler asked them in that deep, baritone voice of his to sit back down and “make themselves at home” while awaiting the “show” he had planned for the father-and-son pair.

Richard was at a crossroads, unsure of whether to run away with his tail between his legs and leave his son to suffer this brute’s violent depravity, or call the police and risk being made a victim ‘to his body-breaking blows himself. The answer to that question was quickly made for him as Tyler languidly reached his arm across to grab his ankle, a smile of endless wickedness on his face as he tightened his grip on the man’s foot, nearly threatening to shatter his heel into dust as Richard sputtered and coughed in utter panic.

“Now now now Richie boy, wouldn’t it be rude of you to leave so soon? I’ve got such a nice show prepared for you too, and we haven’t even had dinner yet. Didn’t your mother tell you it’s simple etiquette to wait until dinner’s over when you’re invited to another man’s property?” He smirked, slowly letting go of Richard’s hand as the two men remain frozen in fear, only returning to their seats when Tyler asked them in that deep, baritone voice of his to sit back down and “make themselves at home” while awaiting the “show” he had planned for the father-and-son pair.

When Mary scurried out of her seat and raced upstairs, Richard didn’t even recognize the desperate, almost fanatical look on her face. All those… Horrible, disgusting, degrading words spilling out of her mouth… And all that sickeningly sweet, sugary, steamy nectar spilling between her legs, dribbling a huge trail all over the floor and up the stairs as she darted to her bedroom and slammed the door shut. His daughter, his baby girl, wasn’t even his anymore, and it made him feel sick to his stomach. It was like he was seeing the world for what it truly was for the first time. ‘The Meek Shall Inherit the Earth”, he always believed in that particular phrase, always believed that it didn’t matter how small, weak, and pitiful he was, he could have a life just as fulfilling as the big, brutal bullies that used to harass him day in and day out (like his poor, pitiful nephew and even more pathetic son). Unfortunately, that simply wasn’t the case, because cucks like him didn’t deserve anything. Didn’t deserve to breathe the same air or walk the same ground as real, red-blooded, hyper-virile Alpha males like…

HIS footsteps were like the sound of crashing thunder, sending a signal of pure, primal terror to Richard’s brain, as he watched that confoundingly gorgeous, heartbreakingly sculpted beast of a MAN coming down the stairs. How did you get muscles THAT massive? Shoulders THAT broad? Pecs THAT powerful? Abs THAT carved? It was like the “boy” (who was more of a MAN than Richard ever was in his 40-some-odd-years on this earth, or would ever hope to be) was chiseled and molded from the purest, whitest marble, the absolute EPITOME OF RAW, ARYAN MASCULINITY AND STRENGTH.

Richard wanted to scream, wanted to show the same courage that his braver, stronger son did, but… The sound of his baby boy’s bone SNAPPING like a twig ricocheted violently off his mind. The sound of his shrieks of pain made him want to retch. The sight of all that blood… Tears streaming uncontrollably down Paul’s face while Richard’s hollow eyes looked up and saw the smug, wholly satisfied smirk curled across Tyler’s lips… It made the pudgy round ball of wasted fat and air realize that it was all futile. There was no beating him. No winning. No Happy Endings for nigger-cucks.

He listened to the “boy” jeer and mock from HIS seat, the head of the table for the MAN OF THE HOUSE. “Richie boy”, filled with so much taunting and malice, like a scene his grandfather would endure in the South during the 50’s. He wanted to run away, that monster caught him, hauling him around like a rag doll, before throwing him back into his new seat, which was caked in his daughter’s juices.

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“Dadddyyyy ♥♥♥” Soft, mindless tittering rang from the top of the stairs, as the “CLICK-CLACK” of high heels slowly descending down began piercing Richard’s ringing ears. He was forced to watch his (EX) wife and daughter come down, all dolled up like pair of slutty, needy, desperate newly-wed brides on their wedding night. Their makeup was gold and shimmery, golden-bronze eyeshadow dusted and smoked out across their lids, as their fat, pillowy lips were painted bright, crimson-red, sticky and overly-glossed (just the way Daddy liked), and their high, defined cheekbones were dusted with a pale red rouge. Their massive, milky-soft, chocolaty curves were spilling out of, what could only be loosely described as, “lingerie”. Their “bras” didn’t even have cups, just straps of lacy ribbon cris-crossing over their ungodly fat, jiggly, meaty Black udders, soft, squishy titmeat seeping between the laces, all while their puffy, rock-hard nipples were completely exposed. Silky white ribbon garters were laced around their cinched, hourglass waists and mouthwateringly thick, doughy thighs, and their tiny, lacy white thong just barely cupped their huge, fat, meaty nigger-cunts, while the fabric looked almost transparent because of how unbelievably wet they both were! Their seven-inch, alabaster-white stiletto heels clicked louder as they immediately sauntered up to Daddy, swishing their massive, meaty hips excitedly back and forth, while completely ignoring the bleeding, sobbing, half-conscious nigger-loser writhing on the floor.

“SMACK” “CLAP” “PLAP”, the sounds of mesmerizingly wet, meaty, frenzied twerking thumped inside Richard’s ears, as he watched his wife and daughter’s mountainous, marshmallowy-soft globes of dark-chocolate booty-meat jiggle and leap ecstatically, as Bri dove in for a sloppy, starving kiss, slathering Daddy’s lips in her glossy, sticky, ruby-red lipstick, before pulling away with a disgustingly loud “SCLURP” (untangling their tongues and Tyler spitting into her greedy pink maw) before Mary, glasses off and face painted like a whore, gave up her very first kiss to a boy that just assaulted her twin! She gasped and groaned, driving that fat little tongue deep into Daddy’s addictive mouth, steamy pussy leaking like a monsoon, before Daddy finally pulled back and rewarded her with some thick, yellowed throat-slime of her very own.

“What does Daddy want for dinner, hm?” Bri asked so sweetly and lovingly that her voice was practically chirping like a lovesick songbird.

“Yes, Daddy! We’ll make anything! We want to be good little nigger-cows for you, Daddy! Pleeease! Let us serve you ♥” Mary was begging so eagerly, face brimming with pure, unadulterated lust and worship, hazel-green eyes just as big, wide, and heart-shaped as her love-struck Momma’s.

The darkening dread that grew within the hearts of the Watson “men” evolved into an inescapable, maddening sense of utter defeat as they watched the women they loved, sister, daughter, and the deified mother figure that glued the household together completely debasing themselves in barely-there wedding lingerie that left every last overflowing curve of their massively meaty monster asses and titanic cow-teats open to his defiling touch.

Their three tongues entangled between one another, making Mary’s oversensitive cunt GUSH with nerve-wracking euphoria as she tasted the sinfully sweet aftertaste of greasy stud-slop on her mother’s mouth, intermingling with the Aryan teen bull’s brain-melting spit-wads which he liberally spat onto her outstretched tongue."

The teenage Titan reclined in his chair with a smile as he took in Bri’s question, his strong, beefy mallet hands SMACKING! down fiercely onto the veritable ocean of juicy black bubble ass jutting out from behind Bri and jiggling mightily with his touch all for his viewing pleasure. He relished the whimpering mewl she gave as he twisted his fist into her kinky afro-hair, yanking her up so she arched her back and bared her drooling tongue to her trembling “husband”, as though informing him that his wife, and every last fuckable inch of her black bimbo body, was officially under new, better ownership.

“I worked up a hell of an appetite unhinging your jaw with this big white dick, bitch. Not to mention, we have to impress our guests, don’t we? What good would it be to have a fat-assed coon fuckwife like you by my side if you couldn’t cook me up a real southern feast. You know what I want. Crab legs, biscuits, grits...you better pull out a whole fucking southern potluck, bitch. I’ve spent all day cracking the skulls of stupid cucky boys like Paul and Richie over here on the wrestling mat, and I need to fuel up after all that.” He snarled down at her from his seat, barking out orders like the horse-hung white God-king he was and laying another hefty SMACK!! on the unreal mass of Bri’s gargantuan ghetto cheeks, a lusty giggle rushing from her mouth as she blew him a kiss and strode off to the kitchen, making sure to sway her insane child-birthing hips with every step she took.

Mary almost rushed to join her, but was stopped by the iron grip of Tyler’s mighty paws, spinning her back so she stood before him, pinching the voluptuous flesh of her barely-legal, 100% breeding-ready teenage bitch-body as though assessing if she met his standards. Her heart thumped powerfully beneath her chest as he rose from his seat, clutching the side of her face and ruthlessly pushing forward to capture her lips in a pussy-melting makeout session that would forever claim her heart and soul as his and his alone~

“You look way fucking hotter without those stupid glasses on, I wanna see how those eyes look once I jam your pussy full with this cock.” He crudely remarked, his objectifying comments making her blush hotly as she beamed with pride, her twin shocked and horrified, clutching his broken arm and just barely managing the courage to squeak out with a useless plea to his sister…surely, if she wouldn’t listen to dad, she might listen to him, right? They had they’re differences, but the two had literally shared the space of their mother’s womb together, if anyone could be trusted to put a stop to this madness, it was the endlessly empathetic, tireless goody-two-shoes Mary.

“Mary! W-wait, just think for a second. D-do you really want this disgusting, racist…fucking monster to own your life? Mom’s clearly too far gone, but think about it! It’s not worth it, t-trust me, just please, let’s go back to being a family, together…”

His words quickly stopped as Tyler grew bored of his endless, cliché spiel, unzipping his shorts once again and laying out an UNPARALLELED MASS OF PULSATING, CUNT-REARRANGING, BITCH-BREEDING WHITE BULLY DICKMEAT, smacking against the hardwood table with an echoing THWACK! and instantly making Mary completely forget what little she had listened to from her useless cuck brother.

“Orrrr, you can move to the couch and put on a show for Richie and Paul here by showing your new daddy how you can twerk that big fat nigger booty on all of this thick white dick~” He snarled, presenting a very alluring alternative to Paul’s childish fantasies of togetherness and family…none of which meant a damn thing in the face of the desire of a divine teen stud-deity like Tyler.

All her life, Bri heard it, that annoying, nagging, disapproving voice gnawing at the very corners of her mind, constantly urging to keep her “immoral urges” in check. ‘Be a good girl’, ‘Be a good Christian’, ‘Be a good god-fearing woman’, it worked her last damn nerve. It was one of the reasons she married that miserable excuse for a “man” in the first place… But now? Now she was finally FREE! Free to be as nasty, needy, and desperate as she pleased! Free to get her ridiculously fat, jiggly, bubbly Black twerk-shelf SMACKED AND SLAPPED AND CLAPPED AS HARD AS SHE WANTED! Free to jiggle those huge, meaty sow-hips and undulate her gigantic, jello-y globes of assmeat like the nastiest little nigger-whore in the world! And it was all thanks to her studly, irresistibly sexy Aryan Master! She squealed so sweetly, mewling like the slutty, simpering little black fuck-doll she was born to be, arching her slender back and bouncing that mind-bogglingly thick, meaty rump of African clap-flesh as fast as she possibly could, filling the entire room with the hypnotic “THWAP” “THWAP” “THWAP” of soaked, sticky, spongy-soft booty-meat beating together relentlessly like a drum.

She lapped and gnawed and nipped at Daddy’s precious, perfect lips, dragging her dripping, steamy tongue back and forth across them, slurping up every last inch until they were completely soaked in her sweet, cherry-flavored throat-slop, while her indomitable teenage bull gave her slutty, starving maw another heaping helping of Daddy’s addictive, brain-breaking spit. “SCHLURP”, she swallowed it up so gleefully, a dazed, empty-headed grin drawn across her beautifully painted face, as Daddy snatched her up by her lush, kinky black afro and filled her empty little head with all the delicious dishes he wanted her huge MILF-y ass cooking for him in the kitchen.

“Yes, Daddyyy ♥♥♥ I’ll make it all just for you, baby! I promise! Oooo I looove taking care of my big, mean, hung Daddy so much ♥♥♥” She giggled mindlessly, as Daddy left her fat, heavy, clapping rump with a few more deep, blistering handprints before pushing her big ol’ bubbly booty towards the kitchen. “Gonna feed my Daddy sooo goodddd…~♥♥♥” Bri hummed in a such a sweet, sing-song voice that it sent shivers rolling down poor Richard’s spine.

Of course, what made him feel sick to his stomach was watching his baby girl get pulled into that big, brutal bully’s mammoth-sized arms, grabbing on her like she was just a… A nasty little bitch… And kissing her so deep and so rough! Mary pushed in so desperately, scraping her tongue so hungrily against his, while slurping, licking, and plunging greedily into Tyler’s drug-like maw. “POP”, ropes of slobber connected that brute’s lips to his baby girl’s, her dazed, glazed-over eyes brimming with the most sick and twisted “love” Richard had ever seen, as she blushed and squeaked and moaned so softly and wantonly, clinging to her powerful young Daddy’s every word of crude, classless praise like it was her new holy gospel!

“R—Ruin my throat so deep, Dadddyyyyy ♥♥♥ Pleeeeeease! I need your cock buried so deep inside meeee!” Mary begged, almost crying, just from the mere mention of Tyler’s cock, the thought of him spitting on her whore face while he skewered her throat with that gigantic, gut-punching GOD-SLAB leaving her humongous, juicy thighs CAKED in even sloppier sheen her sticky, strawberry-tinged sweetness.

Everything Paul said, his pleading, begging, weeping for his twin sister to just HEAR HIM, it all fell on deaf ears. He was invisible to her, actually, it was like he practically didn’t exist. Just a figment of her imagination, a remnant of the past that didn’t belong in her new life as Daddy’s personal pocket pussy. And all it took for her mind to truly melt into a quivering, cock-hungry mush, was for Daddy to finally WHIP. IT. OUT!

Paulie and Richie, the miserably micro-dicked pair of cucks that they were, couldn’t help but gawk at it, marvel at the sheer size of the ungodly fat, cunt-crashing, whore-ruining, home-wrecking Aryan behemoth twitching and pulsing so violently between that smug, barely-legal bastard’s huge, musclebound legs. It felt like their own puny little cucklets shriveled up even more from just the mere sight of that monstrosity, like the beast-like rod was sapping what little strength and virility they did have and feeding it to itself.

Mary didn’t waste a second, following Daddy over to the living room, as the immaculately muscled, buck-naked Adonis sat down and leaned back in Richard’s recliner, while Mary squatted down low, spread her long legs wide, and squished her heavy, meaty, marshmallowy-soft ass-cheeks around Daddy’s throbbing, rock-hard cunt-splitting god-cock. Those colossal, creamy, clapping humps of fat, jiggly, gelatinous twerk-flesh undulated so violently, bouncing up and down, back and forth, jiggling and heaving and smacking with the same sickeningly wet, sloppy “CLAP” “CLAP” “CLAP” of her braindead black bimbo momma, while she arched her back real hard and squeezed her cock-milking dark-chocolate pound-cakes tighter and tighter! She craned her neck back, gazing so lovingly at Daddy’s sexy face, and watching the gigantic tip of his slimy, sloppy, greasy god-meat stick out so high and mighty from the pure fatness of that plump pillowy black plap-flesh, glazing her rippling jigaboo-dark fuck-mounds in such a thick, sticky, musky slurry of his bubbling hot pre-sludge! She played with her humongous, squishy cow-tits, twisting and squeezing on those fat, puffy nipples, tugging them back and forth, pulling so far back until she just couldn’t stand the sharp, piercing pain of it, while she rocked her knees up and down, bouncing that ghettolicious chocolate phatty harder and faster, the sheer force of all that wobbling twerk-flesh making it look like just one gigantic blur of dark, dimply, creamy-soft ass-meat clapping and massaging around Daddy’s family-ruining, mind-melting, womb-busting Alpha slab!

“S—SMACK IT SOOO HARD, DADDDYYYY! BEAT IT SO HARD I SQUIRTTTT ♥♥♥ I WANNA CUMMM MY BRAINS OUT ALL OVER DADDY’S FAT DONKEY DICKKKK ♥♥♥”

The vile showmanship of the thuggish white brute who effortlessly claimed his place as king of the Watson household was on full display as he obliged the preening bitch swiveling her hips on his lap like the trashy stripper thot her daddy wanted her to be. An earth-shattering WHAP! of Tyler’s SKULL-CRASHING MALLET HANDS CRASHING DOWN ON THOSE COLOSSAL COON-CHEEKS HARDER AND HARDER, BRUISING THE CHOCOLATE BROWN SKIN WHILE SHE SHOOK HER ASS EVEN HARDER TO APPLAUD HIS BRUTALITY was filling the room, making the undeniable fact that Paul’s sister was the claimed property of this beefy stud-beast all the more inescapable to him.

Too heartbroken to speak, he clutched his broken arm to his chest and began to whimper, tears spilling out from his eyes as his vision grew blurry, trying to look away from the sordid sight of Mary gleefully giggling with pure, primal pleasure each time Tyler’s seed-stuffed balls clapped against her trembling pussylips while she bounced her jiggly jello cheeks all over his thick shaft of PURE, UNFETTERED, DIAMOND HARD MASCULINE VIRILITY, and yet he seemed hypnotized by the scene, cursing his depraved mind as a meager, nearly microscopic bulge of his peashooter prick began to tent his pants.

“Awww, what’s wrong there, Paul? I thought you would enjoy the show I’m so generously putting on for you and your father. But goddamn, your daughter is a certified fucking twerk queen, Richie boy! All that time wasted on choir practice when she could have been perfecting her real God-given talent and shaking this phat fucking ass you gave her for horse-hung studs like me.” He cackled with a lusty growl, jostling his hips beneath the assaulting avalanche of relentlessly bouncing, cocoa-colored assfat stroking his burly cock like Mary’s very life depended on it, laying another heavy SMACK! into her thick rump that made her cunt quiver while she burst out with whorish moans of ecstasy.

“What? Are you two embarrassed, maybe? Like you should have done something to protect poor, innocent Mary? Well fucking save it. It’s just the natural order, and wimps like you just happen to be at the very fucking bottom. If I wanted to, I could have walked in and raped her coon cunt right in front of you, and all you could have done is watch. If anything, you boys should be thanking me…after all, just look how happy dear Mary is, she’s fucking built for this, I don’t usually do this for bitches that I just picked up, but I might just stuff her womb with my cum and get her pregnant right here. Wouldn’t that be nice? Adding something of worth to your useless gene pool and whitewashing out the nigger in her.” He continued, his balls lurching against her pussy while she trembled on top of him, screaming her agreement to his every word while he firmly grabbed her massive, cascading spheres of cornbread-fed ghetto flesh, pulling her cheeks apart before SMACKING! them back into each other and groaning out with pleasure.

“You know what, I don’t think you two are good enough houseguests to really appreciate the favor I’m doing both of you here. So why don’t you hear it from her mouth, huh? Go on, you braindead little jungle-whore. Tell daddy dearest how grateful he should be that I’m going to use his daughter’s juicy fuckdoll cunt like God intended. Tell your brother how much better it is to suck on my balls and worship white cock than it ever was to be part of a family with a useless wimp like him.”  He ordered the woman, his hands reaching into her kinky locks and pulling back with a powerful tug of his strong, musclebound arms, her back arching beautifully while her pussy clenched against his heavy, rumbling ballsack, soaking his virile nuts in her sweet, slippery essence as she came from the sheer heat of his balls against her pussy while he smacked her thick ass around like she was a brainless piece of exotic fuck-meat with no will of her own.

“Well, would you look at that Paulie? Your sister’s such a fucking whore she came her brains out just from having you watch what a slut she is. That’s probably the closest you’ll ever get to making a girl cum! Just being an accessory while a real man uses her for his pleasure. Not that you’ll ever even get to touch a pussy in your life, especially not with that fucking worm you’ve got poking around in there.” Tyler jeered at the teary eyed boy, smiling wickedly as he pointed to the sputtering excuse of a shaft jutting out between his thighs, which, almost as if on cue, shook violently and abruptly before suddenly spurting out with a weak, wimpy, watery cumshot that was every bit as unremarkable as the boy from which it sprouted, barely even managing to wet his pants enough to be seen, though Tyler was very, very amused once he did see it.

“Holy shit! Did you just fucking cum from getting told what a bitch you are! Fuck, I’ve seen cucks, but you’re on a whole other level Paulie, even Drew’s never been that pathetic, and that’s fucking saying something. I bet you wish you were the one doing this, right? You nasty little freak, you wish you could have your sister’s fat fucking ass twerking all over you while Richie there cries in the corner. Well too fucking bad, bitch! You’re gonna have to settle for watching me go balls-deep inside of her, cause this thick nigger ass I’ve got bouncing on my cock right now? This was made for real men to enjoy. A loser like you wouldn’t know what to do with a woman like this, just ask your father how long it takes for him to shoot his wimpy load whenever Bri was up to taking his three-second trip to complete disappointment. Neither of you bitches are even gonna see a pussy after tonight, so you better burn it into your brains when I GET  THESE NIGGER FUCK-SLEEVES PREGNANT BY THE END OF THE NIGHT!” He announced, his speech rumbling in the air and making the men before him collapse in deference, completely abandoning all hope of salvation from his beastly wrath while he barked out his decree like an all-conquering stud-emperor trampling over the lives of the inferior masses that were his subjects.

The HARDER those big, brutal, roughly calloused hands SMACKED and SWATTED her ridiculously round, doughy-soft globes of jiggling, glistening, jizz-caked ghetto twerk-flesh, the FASTER Mary’s powerful knees and wide, motherly, child-bearing hips BOUNCED AND WOBBLED AND JIGGLED like she was performing a slutty, savage tribal mating dance. Each time that piercing, mind-wrecking, brain-breakingly rough “THWAP” crashed through the whole house like the frightening sounds of violent thunder, Paul could see the look of absolute, life-affirming ecstasy growing more and more fuck-drunk and cock-starved across his twin’s slutty, sloppy, drool-soaked face! He watched her squirt her goddamn BRAINS OUT, spraying sinfully sweet, sticky pussy-slop so ferociously that she nearly passed out on the spot, caking the entire floor, the recliner, and her wobbling, trembling legs in so much saccharine sweetness that Paul couldn’t help but worry about her collapsing from dehydration! Even as she looked half-conscious, dazed and delirious, she didn’t ONCE ease up her wild, primal, fanatical twerking, in fact, she WOBBLED and SMACKED her big, bouncy, outrageously heavy Black bubble even harder, swinging her hips front and back, side to side, more and more desperately, as those gargantuan globes of squishy, spongy, cum-caked ass-fat massaged, mashed, squished, and squeezed around her God’s womb-breaking Aryan behemoth with even more sloppy, wet, steaming hot care and devotion.

Each time Tyler jerked his hips, plunging his All-American slab of grade-A Alpha-meat deeper and faster into the hot, wet, marshmallowy-soft of his twin sister’s fantastically fat, mind-bogglingly pillowy twerk-shelf, Paul could feel his pathetically puny little cucklet twitch and empty another watery, sterile “load” (if you could even call such an unappealing, utterly sexless disgrace an actual load) into his soaked pants. He couldn’t help it… The pure, innocent fragrance of his sister’s delicious juices were driving him crazy… They always did, even when he would steal her panties and play with himself to the thought of her…

His Mary… A small part of Paul always loved in her way that no brother, especially her twin brother, should… He always kept that part of himself a secret, never even uttering it out loud… But seeing her like this, listening to her squeal and howl for HIM, that bigoted white bully that destroyed their family, it shattered him in ways he didn’t even know were possible…

“SMACK” “SMACK” “SMACK”, more vicious, more violent, more degrading, each spine-chilling “SMACK” Tyler unleashed only made Paulie and Richie react like even bigger, more disgusting cucks. They suddenly collapsed, as Mary let out of the most brain-breaking, impossibly slut squeal of her goddamn life! She came harder, faster, more furiously that she ever could’ve imagined, caking Daddy’s giant, rumbling sack and frighteningly fat cunt-splitting god-cock in a stickier, sloppier, steamier slurry of sugary sweet cunt-slop than she ever has before.

“H—Hehehehe… Paulieeeee…~ Baby brotherrrr…~ I’m soooo sowwy you’re such a pathetic little cuckie loserrrrr… ♥ I knowwww… It’s not your fault, rightttt? It’s your fucking worthless genes that our fucking limp-dick father gave you…~Poorrr littleee Paulieeee… I knowww you’ve been dying to fuck meeee… Hehehe… Fucking loserrrr… You don’t think I noticed you stealing my panties and jerking off that pitiful little clit between your legs, Paulieeee? Hmmmm? You don’t think I’ve seen the way you stare my fat fugghing titties and my giant bubbly nigger-cheeks, Paulieee? Hahaha…~ But guessss whatttt? I would’ve never given you my cherry, and you wanna know whyyyyy? Because you’re just a fucking pussy, Paulieeee… A fucking faggy-ass, worthless waste of space, like our father… Maybe things would’ve been different if you took more after Momma, like meeee, but you’re our father’s son, Paulie, and that means you’re just a fucking piece of pathetic faggy-ass trash, baby brotherrrr ♥♥♥ Neverrr going to know what it feels like to have your loser cucklet buried inside some fat wet pussy like Daddyyyy ! But guess what, Paulieeeee? Hehehe… When Daddy knocks me up, I’ll let you taste my pussy and drink up Daddy’s cum… Let you know what a REAL FUGGGHING MAN TASTES LIKE ♥♥♥ Heheheheee… I loooveeee you, Paulieeee… I don’t hate youuuuu, I promise… I’ll even let you be Daddy’s little piggy-bank. Give up all your cash and take care of our babies, while Daddy is busy doing what a real man should, fucking as much pussy as fugghing wantssss ♥♥♥”

Paulie nodded slowly, like a spell had come over him. He wept, but not the same pained tears as earlier… These were tears of… Joy? Joy that he wouldn’t be losing his sister, the woman he loved more than life itself, completely. If it meant keeping a piece of Mary for himself, he would be the best cuck she could ever imagine. He would raise her babies and drink the cum from her leaking, gushy pussy all she pleases!

“Yeah, little Paul there is a pretty good pet. What do you say we put him on a leash, huh? Gonna have to put that little cocklet in a cage too, can’t have you spilling that useless nigger juice all over the place when my bitches deserve to be eating a thick, womb-filling load from a real man’s nuts, not your watery wimp seed, got it?” Tyler barked down at his inferior, being met by a quick nod from Paul, instantly falling into subservience in a way that had Richard balking with his eyes wide with shock. Paul, the infamous rebel, who he hadn’t managed to get to listen to him after years of consulting book after book and seeking spiritual guidance to lead his wayward son onto the right path, had nearly instantly submitted in the presence of a real man.

Tyler grunted as Mary swished her hips into him, smacking her ass and lifting her off him with a groan that had her whimpering with displeasure, missing the feeling of her daddy’s thick cock squeezed between her juicy coon cheeks, at least until he hissed out his next order which had her heart-shaped eyes go wide with utter, unrestrained glee and bliss.

“Get on those fucking knees bitch, right between your bitch brother and wimp dad, I want them to get an up close view of you while you’re throating my fat dick.” He told her, the wet SCHLICK SCHLICK SCHLICK of his callous fist stroking the nigger-taming spear of his mouthwatering monstercock all the while, nearly pushing Paul and Richard off their seats as she knelt between them and opened the moist entrance to her glistening throat-cunt, to which her studly white Daddy-God responded by SMACKING the underside of his cock atop her cute face to lick the fat veins on his shaft and suckle his beefy balls. He laid his hand on her head to nuzzle her against his seed-stuffed sack, gazing into Richard’s eyes like a wolf stalking his prey as he made sure to slowly push the meaty tip of his engorged cock down into her suckling maw.

“You probably thought you were a good father, right? Protecting your daughter from getting used, keeping your family safe, making them learn good morals, huh?” He said, pumping his hips with a slowly increasing rhythm, light GWUORKS! spilling from Mary’s throat as she sputtered and whimpered gleefully, desperate to get every beefy inch down her wet throat.

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“But you’re wrong. You’re not a good father, you’re not even a father at all. You’re not a man, you’ve never even made your wife feel anything other than disappointment with that shriveled up twig between your legs. You call me a sinner? I think the real sinner is you. It’s a sin that you were ever able to keep a woman like Bri, it’s a sin that you made her miserable for years, popping out that useless kid of yours, it’s a sin that you kept Mary here from doing what she was born to do and sucking on fat white dicks like mine. So you can consider me your divine punishment, Richie boy, and I’m going to take every last thing a weakling like you was unjustly given…and then I’m gonna take some more, just cause I can, and cause that’s what’s right, cucky.” He darkly announced to the man, the rutting thrusts of his cock into Mary’s mouth growing stronger and stronger with each passing moment, practically choking the girl out on his cock as his greasy balls wetly SQUELCHED against the woman’s neck, nearly making Richard cry out for the brutal bully stud to have mercy before his “wife” opened the door to announce that daddy’s dinner was ready.

“Bout fuckin’ time, bitch.” Tyler growled, yanking his cock out of Mary’s lips and making her sputter and cough for air, his hands grasping her by the hair and dragging her along behind him like a loyal fuckpet eager to eat the scraps of their owner from the table.

Richard’s family was being destroyed right before his very eyes and there wasn’t a damn thing he could do to stop it. No… His future of a happy nuclear family was ruined the day he asked Bri to marry him. A pitiful, worthless cuck like him didn’t deserve to keep a gorgeous, nubile nigger-sow like her chained to him till death do them part. In the back of his mind, he always knew this, it lingered there, mocking him, jeering at him, taunting him, telling him what a complete and utter disgrace of “man” the micro-dicked failure was and always would be. At least his son knew his place, bowing, mewling, whimpering, that agonizingly stiff little cucklet between his legs throbbing and emptying round after round of sterile, watery jizz into his jeans. The thought of finally sampling his sister’s pussy, even if it was flooded to the brim with another man’s (A REAL MAN’S) seed, it sent him over the edge. He wanted it so bad, it practically turned him feral. He was so desperate to even be near that alluringly fat, puffy, cock-starved pussy, taking in deep, gluttonous whiffs of her sugary sweetness and slurping all that tooth-rotting, mind-bending nectar, because he knew (just like Tyler so gleefully told him) that it would be the closest he’d ever get to seeing a woman’s cunt so devastatingly wet and needy.

Surprisingly, the pudgy, balding black cuck that raised such a pathetic excuse for a son still seemed to have a little more fight left in him. He couldn’t tear his eyes off his precious little princess, watching as she squatted down right between him and her brother, fingers mauling at those fat, squishy pussy-lips, rubbing her stiff, needy clit meaner and meaner, while slurping starvingly on Tyler’s astoundingly massive, meaty nut sack. It didn’t make ANY GODDAMN SENSE how a boy his age even grew balls THAT huge, let alone had SO MUCH batter-thick, hyper-virile, Alpha-blooded seed churning so violently inside them! He licked his lips, watching his baby girl’s gargantuan, jiggly-soft cow-tits bouncing back and forth feverishly, as Tyler suddenly used her sloppy, slurping, pussy-like throat like an absolutely disgusting fuck-sleeve! He didn’t even know a woman’s jaw could unhinge that far! He’d never seen so much lust in a person’s eyes before! Never heard somebody gag and gurgle so goddamn loud in his whole miserable life!

His baby girl was a natural-born cock-sucking slut, her throat bulged, becoming an even tighter, sloppier, squishier vise with every jaw-breaking, whore-wrecking inch of mammoth-sized Aryan Alpha-meat Tyler worked down that starving pink gullet! Drool dripped off that frighteningly veiny, monster-sized behemoth like a hot, muggy rainstorm, it was SLATHERED in a thick, slimy sheen of Mary’s sugary throat-slop and smeared, ruby-red lipstick, as the sound of her disgustingly depraved choking just grew louder and more pornographic by the second! This wasn’t his “baby girl”, not the sweet, innocent, god-fearing woman he’s been raising for the last 18 years… This was just another nasty, braindead nigger-slut, grunting, squirting, and gagging so sloppily on an indomitable Alpha’s ungodly fat Aryan breeder. She belonged to Tyler, mind, body, and soul, every last inch of her was enslaved by her needy, primal cock-lust, a fat-assed, cow-titted Black bitch perpetually devoted to her gorgeous white MASTER!

Richard wept silently, tears streaming down his cheeks, but his eyes never once moved from his daughter, watching Tyler’s heavy, sloshing nuts pound against the back of her fatly-swollen throat-pussy with a sloppy “THWAP”. Once Tyler pulled back, Richard earned himself a face full of sloppy, jizz-soaked throat-slime, splattering across his empty, listless face, while his beloved Bri, the woman he was so devoted to all these years, sauntered out of the kitchen with a gleeful grin on her slender, seductive face.

“Time for dinner, Daddy ♥♥♥” She cooed so sweetly, pure love and devotion brimming in her soft, motherly voice, before she quickly brought a scrumptious Southern FEAST to the dining table. Everything Daddy asked for AND MORE: crab legs, cheddar biscuits, grits, collared greens, mashed potatoes, baked mac-and-cheese, fried chicken, apple AND peach pie, pork roast, yams, just a whole mouthwatering buffet prepared with so much care, detail, and love for Daddy and Daddy ONLY.

It wasn’t long before Paulie and Richie had to watch Bri and Mary claim their seats in Tyler’s lap, grinding back and forth against his huge, musclebound thighs, scooping big ol’ helpings of food into his humongous platter, before bringing forkfuls up to his precious lips and happily feeding their sexy, studly young GOD. They licked and kissed him all over, painting his cheeks, lips, neck, shoulders, and chest in various shades of pink and red, while their mind-bogglingly fat, pillowy twerk-shelves applauded so damn loudly, clapping faster, harder, needier, jiggling for Daddy’s approval and nothing else.

“Will you two fucking cucks get up and get Daddy’s some sweet tea! Be useful for once!” Bri hissed, cleaning food from Tyler’s lips with her fat, drooling tongue, while she and Mary wrapped their hands around the gigantic, womb-breaking Aryan behemoth they adored so much, stroking, squeezing, and mindlessly worshipping every last inch, while Daddy savored Momma’s cooking.

“Tastes good, baby? I made it with love, hehe ♥♥♥ Need to make sure all these big strong muscles stay nice and pumped! Mmmmm… Eat up, sexy, Momma loves feeding you!~” Bri whispered in Daddy’s ear, watching globs of gooey pre-nut paint the bottom of the table completely white, while Paul scurried back with a pitcher of sweet tea, filling Tyler’s glass while his own belly loudly rumbled.

KRASH!

Richard barely stopped himself from dropping the pitcher he held in his trembling hands as Tyler slammed his fist into the dinner table, the earth shaking while the limp-dicked cuck clutched at his rocketing heart and gasped for breath, wondering what he might have done to anger the feasting God of a man that sat before him. Tyler’s dark gaze alone made his legs quake with fear, lips squirming like a writhing worm approaching its own death, while he barely mustered the courage to open his mouth in inquiry, desperate not to risk incurring the Aryan stud’s wrath.

“D-d-did I do something wrong, Tyler…”

“Bitch! First off, you’re gonna address me with some real fucking respect from now on, got it! You and cucky boy down there better not dare call me anything other than “massa” in this house, before I unhinge your stupid jaw so you can’t slurp on bananas like the monkey you are.” Tyler cut him off suddenly, the grisly depth of his powerful voice making the poor cuck nearly piss himself at the clear rage apparent in the musclebound bully’s strong tone and meekly obeying for fear of his very life.

Something inside poor, pathetic Richard Watson finally just… SNAPPED. It was like a flip switched inside him, and the empty-headed, slack-jawed, shucking-and-jiving ancestor that once belonged to a hulking white Master like Tyler just possessed him. No longer would he be the eloquent, well-educated, wealthy modern Black man he once was… Now he was just pitiful little Richie, Massa’s ever-dutiful house slave, never disobeying Massa’s orders unless he wanted that weak jaw of his dislocated by those colossal white fists.

“Y—Yes, Massa! Right away, Massa! Richie is so sorry, Massa!” His subdued Southern drawl was suddenly so exaggerated, like a caricature you’d find an incredibly racist and outdated novel, one that evoked an era of Southern plantations and slaves tilling the cotton fields while Massa oversaw their exhausting, back-breaking labor. Richie shuddered as he watched Massa practically unhinge his jaw to get a taste of all that deliciously soft, doughy, wobbling tit-flesh, slathered in so much sticky, sugary sweet tea! His daughter was damn near vibrating, gasping and groaning so desperately, heart-shaped eyes rolling into the back of her skull, as Massa’s starving mouth slurped up over half her heavy, heaving cow-tit, gnawing, licking, nursing on all that mind-numbingly supple, milk-chocolate breastmeat, all while she and her braindead, cock-starved Momma wobbled and twerked those humongous, jello-y ghettolicious Black bubbles harder and needier! His submission to the angry barks of a real man calling the shots only succeeded in making Bri and Mary giggle to each other, hopelessly amused by the sheer patheticness of the man before them, astounded that such a weakling had ever earned the title of the man of the household as their bigger, better, rightful daddy pulled their bodies against him with his hands against their plushy, dumptruck ghetto asscheeks, crashing their meaty tits against his face as he continued to bark out demands.

“I don’t need my tea from a glass, nigger. These fat chocolate cowtits are more than big enough to make a nice pair of cups, aren’t they? I want you to pour every last drop over them, these sluts certainly won’t mind me licking it off these fat sow-udders like a pair of stripper thots.”

Richard gulped heavily at his words, still astounded by the sheer filth that Tyler could so effortlessly display in his crass demeanor, but more than that, he was shocked at Bri and Mary’s acceptance of it…their encouragement of it, smacking their hands into the unmatched bulk of their chosen stud’s massively muscular chest and whimpering out how happy they would be to have him feed off their juicy titmeat and joining in his mockery of the father turned simpering butler-slave. But he was powerless to stop them, to reason with them, to do anything but obey or be made subject to Tyler’s crippling cruelty. And so he simply submitted, his trembling hands moving to pour upon the oily flesh of his wife and daughter’s relentlessly bouncy breasts, popping out of the cups of their barely there bras as Tyler greedily gulped down every last drop of sweet tea until the pitcher was dead empty

And even still, he continued to feast. His muscles seeming to swell as he gorged on the filling meal that Bri and Mary dutifully served him like loyal concubines beholden to their master’s pleasure. His body was newly energized by the glut of calories he was endowed with, growing even bigger and stronger with every greedy munch he took as his servants gleefully fed him. It was as though Tyler’s body was fueling up for the expressed purpose of BEATING DOWN PATHETIC CUCK LOSERS LIKE RICHIE BOY UNTIL THEY COULDN’T TELL WHICH WAY WAS UP, feasting like an Emperor-King on his rightful throne, with a relaxed self-assuredness about him that Richard couldn’t help but shiver with jealousy for, barely even realizing his natural reaction as his belly grumbled audibly with a lurching Grllll, that was just loud enough to be heard, but clearly muted and desperately trying to be masked, not unlike the loser who made that very noise.

“Awww, is poor Richie hungry? How rude of me. Bri, why don’t you serve him up some grits, and make them extra special for the little guy.” Tyler announced, his wolfish grin telling his giggling sow all she needed to know as she happily fetched a nearby bowl, pouring out a meager portion of grits that Richard nearly leapt to take, only for Tyler to clutch him by his shoulder and stop him in his tracks.

“Nuh uh, Richie boy, you didn’t even let me add my special touch yet.” He smiled, the look of anticipation and relief on Richard’s face twisting into one of shock and horror as his wife held the bowl right in front of the leaking head of Tyler’s pungent, pulsing alpha-rod, milking out thick, gooey shots of hot pre-jizz that nearly had the damn thing OVERFLOWING by the time she pushed it in front of Richard with a smile.

“There! Tyler’s special grits, made with extra love, just for you! I put so much effort into them too…I’d really be quite upset if you didn’t eat it all up to show your appreciation, Richie.” Tyler smiled once again, the thinly veiled threat all too clear as Richard sniffled with tears, too powerless to dare defy the man as he raised the bowl up and took a deep, long sniff of the NASTY, YELLOWING, PUNGENT-SMELLING, COAGULATED COCK-GOO STEWING IN HIS BOWL AS DENSE, CURDLING STRANDS OF GOOEY SEED SWAM AROUND ALL OVER HIS “MEAL”, his lips trembling as he turned up his nose and prepared to dump the contents of the bowl into his mouth.

With a sickeningly sloppy “SCHLURP”, Massa tore himself away from Mary’s glistening, drool-drenched titty, her fatly-swollen nipples so painfully stiff and sensitive, while her needy whimpering earned herself a fresh, mind-rotting helping of Tyler’s finely aged throat-slop, which she gleefully slurped and swallowed up like it was one of the world’s finest delicacies! Then, it was Bri’s turn, the ecstatic nigger-cow desperately nodding and silently pleading for her gorgeous Aryan God to sample the sweetness overflowing from between her ridiculously fat, pillowy cleavage! Tyler suckled on her achingly tender tit-shelf even rougher than he did Mary’s, marking up all that silky-smooth ebony flesh with big, sloppy teeth-marks and love-bites, marking her as HIS AND HIS ALONE, as she and Mary grunted, squealed, and squirted like the pair of utterly brainless, blithering Black fuck-dolls they both were born to be! Her soft, slender hands cradled and caressed Daddy’s irresistible young face, fat, neglected pussy gushing even harder as she lost herself in the unimaginable beauty of those bright, smolderingly sexy sea-green eyes. She worshipped him, more than she had ever worshipped the false god that left her saddled in a miserable, sexless marriage for more than 20 years! Tyler was her EVERYTHING, and she would never, EVER give him up, not for anything in this whole wide world!

Eventually, in her fuck-crazed daze, Bri answered Daddy’s command with an incredibly quick and submissive nod, a meek whimper and ditzy giggle escaping those fat, pouty lips, as she scooped up a small (and I mean SMALL) helping of grits into the pathetic little slave-mutt’s bowl. The mangy little mutt nearly stumbled over, drooling and groaning like the hungry animal he’d become, before Daddy added his own thick, gooey, chowder-y stud-sauce to the laughably pitiful little nigger-cuck’s supper.

“Eat it up, Richieee…~ Hehe… Mmmmm… Poor little faggot might actually start to love Daddy’s special sauce, hehe!” Bri cackled.

“Who wouldn’t get addicted to all that thick, sticky, mind-melting seed churning up inside Daddy’s big sweaty nuts! I’ll drink it up morning, noon, and night! I’ll only live off Daddy’s nut ♥♥♥” Mary squeaked, grabbing the cuck’s bowl and squirting right into it, eager to give him a little sweetness to cut through all that bitter, salty seed!

“What should his punishment be if he doesn’t eat it up, Daddy? Slaves shouldn’t go around wasting food, especially when Daddy’s put sooo much hot, sticky LOVE into it…~” Mary’s devious smile growing even wider.

“Hmmmm… ♥ I say Daddy breaks the little nigger-cuck’s jaw so he has to eat through a straw, hehe! Or maybe crush those puny little grape-nuts of his until he’s just the fucking eunuch like he was meant to be!~”

“Oooo, you’re sooo meannnn, Momma ♥♥♥ I’m guessing the little faggot will actually fall in love with Daddy’s jizz! You see the way he’s been gawking at Daddy’s meat? I’m sure he wants a tasteeee!~ But Daddy doesn’t feed faggots, you little pussyyyy ♥ So you’ll have to settle for licking up whatever’s left like the good little cuck-slave you areee…~”

“Eattt ittt upppp, Richieeeee! Go on, don’t keep Daddy waiting!~ Eat up Massa’s slop, you fucking pussy!”

Finally, Richie worked up the nerve to shove that messy, sticky, chokingly thick slop down his throat! He gagged and wretched so damn loud! How in the HELL did Bri and Mary swallow this jizz so hard and fast? It was practically down their throats and filling their bellies in an instant, while poor little Richie could hardly stomach it! It was so gooey and chunky that he could chew on it if he tried! It took everything not to throw it up, a queasy look filling his face, as he finally managed to get it down his windpipe with a heavy “GULP”. God it filled him up so much… Just a single spoonful and it felt like his belly was going burst… But there was still so much more to swallow. Bit by bit, he worked up it down his maw, heaving, coughing, sputtering so loudly, until every last morsel was packed inside that round, chunky belly of his.

Bri looked at him with such disgust, pure revulsion radiating from her. “God you’re just so… Fucking pathetic. Drinking up another man’s sperm like that? What kind of man does that? Ugh…” Richie shrunk down, he wanted to die right then and there… And he still feel the warmth of Massa’s seed radiating throughout his body…

“Pleeeease, Daddy… I’m begging youuuu ♥♥♥” Bri’s heart-shaped eyes gazed so deeply into Tyler’s, her lips quivering, lashes fluttering, breathing hitching as every fiber in her being was so completely and utterly STARVED FOR HIM. SHE NEEDED HIM INSIDE HER, REARRANGING HER INSIDES AND MASHING HER PUSSY TO PIECES. RIGHT. THIS. SECOND! “Pleeease, fuck me! Fuck me until my womb is cleansed of all the worthless cuck-seed that little nigger-fag ruined me with! Pleeease, Daddy! Rape my baby girl’s pussy and then ruin mine completely! Make me forget I ever let that little cretin touch me! PLEEEASE!”

“Well shit, I thought you whores would never fuckin’ ask!” The burly bully laughed out loud, his musclebound tree-trunk thighs flexing powerfully as he stood up from his chair and pushed the tiny piece of furniture aside with the momentum of his explosive movement and displaying his herculean strength as his doe-eyed bitches clambered onto his beefy body like the solid idol of steely masculine glory he was.

“You have no fucking idea how backed up I am, bitch.” He snarled down at the woman, adjusting his hands so his powerful paws cracked against the meaty flesh of the mother and daughter’s abundantly round rumps, the mighty spear of his incessantly pulsing, pussy-plowing, bitch-raping breeding meat jutting out in front of him like the flag of a conquering warlord marking his new territory. Richard, still sputtering and barely stopping himself from spewing his guts as the dense helping of fuck-sludge weighed down his belly, feeling the Aryan studs potent swimmers punching him from the inside as though even his sperm were making it a point to bully the poor man into submission to assert his superiority watched on in abject horror, too fearful to do anything but stare transfixed by the sight of an absolute alpha staking claim over his nigger sluts.

“You two whores are in for a real fucking treat here. I haven’t shot a load in the past three fucking weeks. You know what that means? It means when I pin you down and pump that fucking womb full, your tight MILF cunt is gonna get WHITEWASHED like never before, you won’t even remember Richie boy dribbling his genetic waste inside of you with how I’m going to shoot off inside of you. Oh, and this goes without saying, but I’m not going to use a condom, you little bitches probably wouldn’t want anything less than feeling every last inch of this cock slamming you bareback, wouldn’t you? I’m gonna drain every last load I missed out on these past few weeks with you sluts.” He confidently declared, his stomping feet traveling to the bottom of the stairs as the chocolate thots in his grip mewled and squealed delightedly.

The pale-skinned bull of a man stopped in his tracks for a moment, watching the two simpering cucks looking forlornly at the group as they made their way to ~~Richard and Mary’s~~ Tyler’s new bedroom, snorting with derision before plainly addressing them with a dismissive tone.

“Oh yeah, almost forgot you two were here…guess you can come watch, I guess, from outside the room. Gotta make sure you don’t distract me from plowing these ghetto slut-cunts right, I’ll leave the door open so you can get a nice view, hell, take a few videos, it’ll help when you’re stroking your little clit-dicks tonight.” He cackled, the thuds of his feet tramping up the stairs echoing through the house while Paul eagerly followed behind, stripping off his pants while clutching his tiny black thimble-cock between his fingers, enthralled by the thought of watching his beloved get plowed and bred right in front of him!

Richard trembled, he gagged, his eyes drooping to the table as he heard the slowly fading noise of every last booming footstep the new owner of the Watson household made. Begging himself not to follow them, not to subject himself to the wickedness and torture that he knew was in store for him, begging himself to ignore the wet, echoing WHAP! Of Tyler’s massive hands smacking into both his daughter and wife’s cushiony ebony wobble wagons. He was humiliated, defeated, transformed into a mere shucking and jiving nigger cuck with his weeping stump of a cock barely even able to get hard in the presence of the raw masculine might of a real man…a powerful, demanding, overbearing, unbeatable titan of hyper hung, broad, burly, WHITE superiority…

But still, whether out of some twisted sense of pride or beholdenment to his traditional values to stand by his family, or a deeply seated, perverse desire to see this through to the end, regardless of how broken he would be by the end of it…Richard found himself slowly rising to his feet, gulping heavily and hacking noisily with the OVERPOWERING STENCH AND TASTE OF TYLER’S FAT, YELLOWING PULSES OF MIGHTY BREEDING-SLOP WITH SPERM SO FAT AND HYPERACTIVE THAT THEY SEEMED TO BE PUNCHING HIS STOMACH FROM THE INSIDE IN FULFILMENT OF THE SADISTIC WILL OF THE TEEN STUD THEY WERE BORN FROM!

Richard Watson would stand by his family.

Even if it meant he had to watch as it crumbled apart before his own helpless eyes…