Jack looked down at her; her stocking-covered knees were close together, putting her face directly in front of his rigid cock. “You like sucking cock don’t you Anita?” Jack asked her. In this case, my boss, who is quite similar to Anita, is the topic of frustration that I’m fictionalizing. “What are you going to do if I don’t say it again? Anita looked over at Jack, and saw the look of satisfaction on his face. “You want me to call you massa, white boy?! Once freed, Jack’s erect cock fell onto his stomach; the tip of it, nearly reaching his belly button. You want me to be “yo’ lil’ black slave girl who wants some white dick?”” She sounded as if she wanted to spit at Jack in protest. All I had to do was shove my cock in your hot little slut mouth, and you would’ve become mine to use as I please.”
Anita looked up at him and gave another muffled reply. I’m about to cover your pretty black face with my white load
