Black Man at a White College 03

Malik laid naked atop his new $6000 California king bed, adorn with $1200 Versace sheets below a crystal chandelier. Just a few of the luxuries that he had treated himself to since taking over the campus drug dealing trade. With minimal police activity on the affluent campus and the lack of any rivals left who dared oppose him in the drug business, Malik's business was flourishing like an invasive species with no natural predators. Also unrivaled was Malik's interactions with the ladies on campus.

Jesse knelt behind Malik at the head of the bed, wearing a brand new set of white lacy lingerie consisting of luxuriously textured, intricately stitched white bra, panties, garter belt, and high heels. Malik's head was rested on the bare flesh on her thighs.

Natasha was knelt on Malik's right side, wearing a matching set of lingerie in black. She held up a plate with an ash tray and a lighter.

Three other girls were in bed with Malik. There was a blonde girl with soft, pale skin and a thick ass riding him reverse cowgirl trying to keep composed amongst her constant orgasms. Another blonde girl with blue eyes and a fitness model's body was curled up to his left side, his arm around her waist and his hand in the crack of her ass. She was kissing his neck and licking his ear. A third blonde girl with double-D breasts and a juicy rear was on all fours on Malik's right side, alternating between kissing his lips and licking his chest.

Standing up a few feet away from the bed were three more blonde-haired beauties, each one stripped naked and waiting for Malik's invitation to join him in bed. Malik had not only secured unfettered control of the narcotics trade on campus, he was also the school's undisputed apex predator of pussy. He had spent the past few weeks absolutely pulverizing, humiliating, and emasculating any male rival who crossed his path. His disrespectful, flashy and public displays of strength essentially challenged every other man on campus for dominance, and they either submitted or were crushed trying to oppose him. The women on campus saw the masses of white men as either defeated losers, or submissive cowards who were too afraid to fight. Many of them decided they'd rather share Malik with hundreds of others of women than settle for a white boy.

Chloe walked through the doorway into Malik's luxurious, opulent bedroom filled with expensive furniture, designer clothes and discarded lingerie. She whispered a message into Jesse's ear, then waited in the corner.

Jesse rubbed Malik's head and decided to pass along the message.

"Zeke from Gamma Delta is here. He's here to pick up the package for Saturday's party, sir," Jesse said.

Malik slapped one of the beautiful asscheeks of the girl who was riding him.

"Sheeitt. Tell that bitch I'll be out in an hour. Or two. And he better have all my mothafuckin' money!" Malik barked.

It was good to be king. Just a week after taking out Rich, Malik had a virtual monopoly on drugs at Wellsbourne. Rumors of what Malik did to Rich had spread like wildfire throughout campus, and everyone was far too terrified to even think about selling drugs without getting their product from Malik or kicking up to him.

Malik immediately boosted prices of all products, forcing the students to pay exorbitant prices for the inventory he had just acquired. Since there was no competition, he was able to extort the students for tens of thousands of dollars each day.

Chloe walked out to tell the frat boy that he would have to wait. And be patient. Malik didn't wait for anyone, no matter how long he made them wait. If Zeke wasn't there with the money the second Malik got out of the bedroom, he wouldn't be getting shit.

Malik finally emerged from the bedroom two and a half hours later, after forcing Zeke to listen to the sounds of the girls slurping, sucking, grinding, bouncing and gagging from next door. He wore nothing but a bathrobe and his hands stunk of musky, creamy pussy.

He saw Zeke and held out his hand, demanding payment first. Zeke, hands trembling before violent behemoth reached into his jacket and took out a fat envelope and gave it to the Black man. Malik has been known to lose his shit on any white boy at the slightest provocation, so Zeke held his eyes to the ground while Malik counted the money. He went into a locked room, grabbed a grown bag and tossed it at Zeke.

"Now get the fuck out of my house" the Black man said, causing Zeke to hurriedly run out before even counting the supplies in the bag. Malik shorted him a few pills, bags and ounces of course. And what he did provide was heavily cut. But he was the only game in town, and no one dared challenge him at this time.

Officially, Malik's task was simple. The leader of his gang ordered him to enroll at Wellsbourne, take over the drug trade and eliminate any competition. They wanted to make money, yes. But just as important was to increase Black wealth without pushing harmful narcotics into own community. Pushing drugs into a wealthy white community like Wellsbourne was a perfect way to both make a profit and get some revenge on the rich white men who had been pushing drugs into Black communities for decades.

Malik was more or less running the operation solo. He spent hours each day taking orders and preparing them, which significantly cut down on quality time with his main girls and the masses of other women who wanted to sleep with him every single day. He wasn't being ordered to fuck as many white women as he could per se, but he felt like doing so was in the spirit of the mission. If selling drugs to rich white kids was about uplifting the Black community and getting justice against white supremacy, then fucking white women by the dozens and taking them from white men could be considered an act of justice as well.

Malik wanted to not only use white women as pleasure tools to relieve his stress, he wanted to psychologically torment white men by taking their women from them, prove his superiority and force white men to witness firsthand that white superiority was a ridiculous fiction. He could go even farther by impregnating these promising young white women, thus undermining their personal futures and the future of the white race by denying the creation of white babies in favor of Black ones.

Malik did have some assistance. Jesse was in Malik's introduction to chemistry class. This stunning redhead was one of the first girls that Malik met on campus, and one of the sexiest. Feminine, beautiful and hailing from a rich traditional family, she was the object of desire among many of the conservative white men on campus. She did his assignments and had arranged for him to take tests from home, which she take for him.

Linda, a rich international student born in Korea, similarly did Malik's assignments for psychology class. She was as outgoing as she was sexy, with a kpop star's face and a bikini model's body. She spoke perfect english but often used a fake Japanese accept around Malik, thinking it would make her seem more exotic.

Natasha, a big titty goth girl, covered assignments for literature class and the former campus activist, blonde bombshell hippy girl Chloe covered for him in Miss Beacher's sociology course.

Despite help with schoolwork, due to his heavy workload he could only invite the most genetically pure bleach-blonde Aryan women to his new castle for sex. He prioritized them for breeding first, believing that colonizing the wombs of the most genetically rare and pure white women would be the most devastating for the white race as a whole. He had an uncanny sensitivity to pheromones, allowing him to detect exactly which woman that he was in bed with were closest to ovulation by instinct and scent alone. This talent, combined with his unparalleled ability to fuck several times a day and produce a torrent of semen with every eruption, helped maximize his ability to impregnate premium white bodies at a superhuman rate, despite with his increased workload.

Malik had hoped that his gang would send more bodies to help him manage the drug trade, but help was slow and inconsistent. Damon and Marcus helped him pull off the heist on Rich's stash a few days earlier, but whenever they came back to campus they seemed more interested in slamming white pussy than counting cash or filling orders. They were muscle, not dealers. But Malik and his girls had a plan to make sure he had all the help he needed without hurting his bottom line.

The first order of business was to get a blanket ban on pornography on the Wellsbourne campus. It was easily enough accomplished. Colleges all over the country were cracking down on using the school's wi-fi to browse porn. All it took was a few phone calls to the dean from outraged female students who complained that pornography was exploitative and anti-femininist, as well as a few calls from influential donors like Chloe's father and Jesse's grandfather before the school decided to temporarily ban porn from being accessed on college wi-fi while it crafted a policy. Within a week, the 85% of students who lived on campus had no ability to stream porn in their dorm rooms.

The key to the next part of the plan was Chloe's ex-boyfriend, Michael. Before Chloe met Malik, she and Michael were a couple of activists in love who spent their time protesting, organizing and advocating for various progressive causes across campus. Michael was the head of the Social Justice club, the Environmental Protection caucus and spearheaded a petition to make vegan foods more accessible on campus. He was also passionate about criminal justice reform and had advocated for causes like harm reduction and the legalization of recreational narcotics. Of course, when Chloe texted him asking him for a meet-up at a local coffee shop, he accepted her request with no hesitation.

Michael hadn't seen Chloe in nearly a month. She was as gorgeous as ever, with golden hair cut neck-length, triple-D breasts that were barely contained by the skimpy spaghetti-strap shirt she wore, bright porcelain skin, piercings in both ears and her septum, a toned and athletic figure that Michael could never resist.

"Mikey! So good to see you!" Chloe said as Michael walked into the shop, getting up to hug him.

"Oh wow Chloe, good to see you!" Michael replied, giving her an extra-long hug, the first female touch that he had had in weeks.

"How have you been?" Chloe replied.

Michael replied "Well, to be honest I have been better. Mostly because my girlfriend ghosted me without a-"

Chloe interrupted him. "Oh that's great. Well, you know, I've been great! Just great. Got a new boytoy, I bet you heard."

Michael continued, "Yes, I mean it might have been nice if you had informed me that you were moving on to-"

Chloe interrupted him again. "Yah, sorry about that! But fuck, if you could see this guy, you would get it! I mean his huge cock just made me forget all about you! Like the second I saw him, I just knew-"

"Ok, I get it!" Michael interrupted.

"And his cock is, like, huge!" Chloe continued, showing Michael her hands held apart by about a foot. "Like this big! Like the neck of a violin! When he shoved that monster inside of me for the first time, it as just game over! It was like he touched my soul and-"

"I get it!!" Michael interrupted.

"Well you seemed mad that I ghosted you and left you for another man, so I was just trying to explain it to you! I'm just trying to be courteous and give you an explanation!" Chloe said with a pout.

"It's fine. I'm guessing you came here to apologize? Or wanted to talk about getting back together?" Michael said.

Chloe began laughing hysterically.

"Oh, heavens no!" she finally managed to sound out. "I just think I have a proposition that might help out both of us. Tell me, how has your sex life been the past month?"

Michael looked down in embarrassment.

"Come on, you can tell me!" Chloe said.

"Well, considering my girlfriend left me... and I can't look at porn anymore... not great!" Michael said.

"Yah, must be rough for a white boy on campus these days!" Chloe said with a chuckle. "If it makes you feel any better, we gals have it rough too! There's like 6,000 girls on campus and only one Black cock! Nor counting a few of his friends that come by on weekends, but they don't even stick around!"

"So are you saying you want an open relationship?" Michael said.

Chloe laughed into her hand, trying not to cause a scene in the coffee shop from another laughing fit. She finally calmed herself down enough to speak. "No, Mikey, that's not what I want. I don't mind sharing Malik with a dozen, or a hundred other girls. But he's spending too much time working that I barely have time to enjoy him! Tell me, Mikey, what do you think about the war on drugs?"

"You know what I think. It's a racist travesty targeted towards men of color and designed to fuel the prison industrial complex," Michael replied.

"Right!" Chloe responded. "So, how would you feel about assisting one of those oppressed Black men who simply wants to run a little unlicensed pharmaceutical business?"

Michael shook his head. "Look, even for you I can't be getting involved in some drug trade! I want drugs to be legalized, I don't want to become a drug dealer myself!"

"Just splitting hairs!" Chloe said, leaning forward to give Michael a better view of her ample cleavage. "Look, I have a little problem in that I need to help find my boy toy a few employees to help him lighten his work load. And you have a problem that those little balls are probably swollen and blue right now, and you don't have any good way to empty them other than tugging on your lil' wenie and remembering when I used to sit on your face and stroke it between my feet"

"Chloe..." Michael said, embarrassed.

"Look, you need porn, I have porn. Plenty of it! There's like 20 minutes of videos of Malik railing my holes in my phone right now just from today. Like I just needed to buy a 2 terabyte hard-drive to store all the shit I've been making! And since I'll be sending it to you directly, the school firewall has no way of touching it! I'll send you all you want, you just need to do a few little jobs for Malik here and there. Call it, 5 days a week, 4 hours a day? A little part time job for you?" Chloe said, putting her arm on Michael's shoulder.

Michael sighed.

"Maybe, just maybe..." Chloe continued, "We can watch a few videos together. And I can help get you off. But only if you start today!"

Michael looked up, thought for a few moments, made a sad face and nodded his head.

The two left directly from the coffee shop and went to Malik's new apartment. It was a massive mansion that was about a five minute drive from campus, usually rented by high-profile visiting professors or administrators but now serving as the epicenter of the town's drug distribution network.

"Now remember," Chloe said as they walked to the door. "Malik can have a bit of a short temper! Best let me deal with him and do the talking. Keep your head down, keep your eyes to the floor, don't look at anything that doesn't belong to you. And you probably won't get the shit kicked out of you!"

"Probably?!" Michael said as Chloe opened the door.

Michael caught a glimpse of the inside of Malik's home, which was full of luxurious commodities and half-naked classmates. He quickly sunk his head down and followed behind Chloe, keeping his eyes on her feet as walked ahead of him. The smell of sweet perfume and the sight of womens' feet was the that filled his senses as he followed Chloe up the stairs, his eyes glued to the ground.

He took Michael to a dark room filled with cash, bottles of pills, powders, and other paraphernalia. There was a small desk with a chair in it. Next door was Malik's bedroom, and both Michael and Chloe could hear women moaning and the bedframe knocking against the wall next door.

"Nothing too much to this! There are orders on the desk. Take a big bag, fill it with what the order calls for, bring it to the address listed at the time listed, and come back for the next order! Remember to keep your eyes on the ground outside this room, if one of the girls says you've been a little too leery eyed, Malik will take any excuse he can get to pound your face in!" Chloe said with a giggle.

"Wait, I have to-" Michael said, before being interrupted.

"I'm gonna go next door and film some content for you, once all those orders are done you can go home! Text me when you finish so I can send you something spicy! Oh, and I'm sure it goes without saying that if you're even a cent short on what Malik expects, you'll get a little visit from him and you probably won't be walking for a while. Bye-bye!" Chloe said as she walked out and shut the door behind her. A few moments later, Chloe's moans joined the chorus of women's voices that were coming from Malik's bedroom next door.

Natasha and Jesse were downstairs, finishing up some schoolwork for Malik. Freshman year was tough, and finding time to do both their own course work and some of Malik's was tiring. Both of them were beginning to experience changes in their bodies as well. Their breasts were tender, they sometimes felt sick in the morning, they were waking up at night to go to the bathroom. Neither one of them had gotten their period since meeting Malik. Though both of them were excited about the possibility of carrying Malik's child, there was quite a lot on both of their plates.

"Did you hear? Chloe is trying to outsource some of Malik's work. To a whiteboy!" Jesse whispered to Natasha. "Can you believe it?"

"Shit, I need to find me some simps of my own! Someone to do Malik's homework and mine!" Natasha joked.

"Oh come on, you really think white men are going to do homework for a guy who's fucking all the girls on campus? For a guy who's single-handedly emasculated half of them personally? This isn't going to end well!" Jesse said.

"You overestimate white men," Natasha said. "Masochists, all of them. A pretty girl like you, you'd never have to do another school assignment again or pay for another meal in your life if you knew how to hustle whiteboys. You could find simps to do your homework and Malik's."

"Yah, right. White guys hate Black men! Especially dudes like Malik," Jesse said.

"You've dated too many young Republicans" Natasha said with a laugh. "There's as many White Dudes for Harris types as MAGA guys on this campus, you know. But both white conservative men and liberal men are masochistic cucks at their core. Chloe has the right idea. If we played our cards right, we could have simps running Malik's entire empire for free! We could have them doing our school work, and his. Hell, we could even find a couple of suckers to date who would take care of our little Black bastards we'll be pushing out in a few months! We could be in bed with Malik, all day every day. Serve as his personal love toys. No school work, no drug jobs, no nothing, no responsibilities other than our own pleasure and his. Doesn't that sound amazing?"

"Bullshit. That white guy up there is probably gonna steal all of Malik's drugs and money and run off! Or he's gonna turn him in to the cops!" Jesse said.

"Here, let me show you" Natasha said, leading Jesse up the stairs to the room that Michael was in. The two beauties were quite impressed with the white man's progress. He had already sorted out two major orders of product and was nearly complete with a third.

Michael kept his eyes on the floor as the ladies walked in.

"It's ok, you can look up," Natasha said.

Michael looked at Natasha.

"Tell me, why did you agree to do this?" Jesse interrogated.

"I, uh, have an arrangement with Chloe," Michael said meekly.

"What do you think about the drug trade?" Jesse asked.

"The war on drugs has been waged on communities of colors for far too long. Strategies like harm reduction and community empowerment have been-" Michael began, before Jesse cut him off.

"Ok this guy's a total cuck. Maybe Chloe's got this guy wrapped around her finger, but what about the next guy? And the next guy?" Jesse said, as they exited the room and closed the door behind them.

"Again, you give white guys too much credit," Natasha said with a chuckle. "You could do a little flirting, a little physical contact, a few sexy glances at half a dozen dudes in your life right now and they'd be doing your dirty laundry if you asked them to. I guarantee it."

"No way," Jesse said.

"One of these days I'll teach you the ropes," Natasha said. "But in the meantime, I think I'm gonna hit up a few white boys."

Within a week, Chloe, Natasha, Linda and even some of the newer girls had simps running jobs for them and Malik. They were taking orders, running deliveries, exchanging payments, picking up shipments, doing Malik's assignments and taking tests under his name. Even Jesse was beginning to look for guys to do her homework or help out with the business. This left Malik and the girls all day to fuck like animals.

Before long, Malik had gotten into the routine of fucking all day and all night. Seven days a week, he would wake up in his bed that was absolutely full of naked beauties, all sweaty and sticky from a long night of lovemaking before. They would take turns sucking his cock, riding him, licking him and kissing him until he had his first cumshot of the day.

From that point on, a revolving rotation of the campus's sexiest babes would take turns coming into his room to try their luck in receiving a creampie from him. A small army of simps were attending his classes, doing his school assignments, running his drug empire and even sifting through text messages and DM's from horny coeds who wanted to come sleep over.

The entire second floor of Malik's mansion had been transformed into a sort of sex dungeon. There was a room for BDSM, a costume room, a warehouse of sex toys. When Malik switched from one room to another, there was a simp to change the sheets, wash his clothes, clean out the room.

The simps managing Malik's phone were told that women who could prove that they were in ovulation and women with white boyfriends were given priority to be invited to Malik's house. Some days he requested only blonde women be invited, sometimes only redheads, sometimes only Asians. There was never any difficulty filling the house with gorgeous, willing coeds who wanted to take a ride on Malik's cock. He even had a few premeds working for him that tracked some of the women's cycles and invited them over when they were at peak fertility.

If Malik was lucky, one of the girl's boyfriends would show up at the door trying to tell him off or pick an actual fight with him. These white men were always welcomed in by the house staff and sent to the room where Malik was balls deep inside the love of their life. When a fight did break out, Malik would invariably brutalize and destroy his opponent without effort, much to the enjoyment of himself and his harem. If Malik didn't knock out at least one rival suitor each day, he could get antsy and sometimes take his aggression out on the simps doing work around his house. With porn still banned on campus, more and more white men were willing to pick up jobs for Malik in exchange for videos of him fucking their classmates' brains out. Women were more than happy to share these videos, since more whiteboys doing jobs for Malik meant that Malik had more free time and more of his big Black cock for them.

All of Malik's meals came from the nicest restaurants in town, picked up and delivered to him by the girls from his harem. Considering himself a predator who should eat only after he had killed, Malik tended to wait until he had flooded the womb of a new, fertile partner before he ate any meal. Food would be delivered to him in bed, usually with his seed still leaking out of his prey's pussy and her tongue lapping up the drips of cum still leaking out of his meat. He'd either have the food fed to him by one of the other girls in the bedroom, or he would sprawl the meal directly out onto the body of a naked lover and eat it directly off of her skin.

During the week, a controlled number of women were permitted in Malik's house each day, usually about a dozen newcomers and a dozen returners. The vast majority of his ejaculations were squirted directly into the fertile pussy of a new partner such that his seed could be spread to as many wombs as possible. A couple times a day, however, an already impregnated harem member like Jesse, Natasha, Linda or Chloe would get lucky enough to receive a creampie of their own.

On the weekends, Malik was far more liberal with the number of women allowed over his house. He generally invited a few friends from his gang in the city to stay each weekend, had them bring some drinks and music and instructed them to allow any attractive female to enter their house on Friday and Saturday nights. As these parties grew in notoriety, they would generally attract hundreds of beautiful women from all across campus. Malik and his three or four gangmates would have them all to themselves since no white men were ever permitted entry. Malik did this as a sort of 'fuck-you' to the white frats on campus and aimed to deprive them of as much pussy as he could.

With more help to run his empire, do his school work, fetch his meals, wash his clothes and clean his house, he had plenty of time to unleash his BBC onto the defenseless campus.

Most days, Michael showed up to Malik's grotto and did jobs for him. And most days, Chloe sent him new videos of her and Malik for him to stroke his little dick to. Chloe was still attending Malik's sociology class, doing his assignments and classwork, and handing in tests under his name.

The system was working flawlessly for nearly a month, until the day finally came when Malik's total was short about $120. The discrepancy sent him into an epic rage, where he knocked out the worker who reported it to him, punched several holes in his wall and threatened to beat down every white man on campus until he had his money back. The women were terrified that the incident could lead to Malik being distracted for several days and not have any time for them.

Knowing that Michael was an accounting major, Chloe coerced him into painstakingly going through every book and record from Malik's hustle over the past several weeks to identify the one responsible. It took many hours, but Michael finally identified the discrepancy from a large trade a few days back, where it appeared that one of Malik's errand boys either accepted a lower payment from a buyer or pocketed some of the cash for himself. The culprit was a man named Roger, who was Jesse's lab partner and would do deliveries for Malik in return for Jesse's unwashed gym socks and some sexy pictures.

With the thief identified, Malik needed only the afternoon off to go to the white man's dorm and teach him a lesson instead of going on a days-long witch hunt looking for the culprit. Grateful for several extra days with Malik, Chloe decided to give Michael a special reward on the afternoon where Malik disappeared to hunt down the white boy who ripped him off.

While Malik was out prowling campus looking for the thief, Chloe invited Michael up to a spare bedroom upstairs in the Black man's house for his reward. She was wearing a bathrobe and high heeled black shoes, dolled up with sexy makeup and perfectly straightened shoulder-length blonde hair. She had Malik sit down on the bed while she stood in front of him with a sexy smile. She had brought along a duffel bag and placed it beside her.

With Michael's undivided attention on her, Chloe dropped the robe to the floor to reveal her breathtaking naked figure. Her narrow waist, wide hips and thick thighs were as tantalizing as Michael remembered. Her skin was bright, soft and flawless and glistened in the sunlight coming from the window. Her breasts, once a tantalizing 34 triple-D, had somehow gotten even larger and rounder than Michael remembered from his last time seeing her naked body in person only a few weeks prior. Likewise, her belly, which was always perfectly flat and toned, was slightly but noticeably rounder and fuller.

"Ta-da!" Chloe hollered, very aware that her naked body in its physical form was likely filling Michael with an overwhelming sense of desire and longing. "Well? What do you think? Do you like my new body?" she asked, already knowing the answer.

Michael's jaw opened and he began drooling as he took in Chloe's naked form for several seconds before he was even able to speak. She was incredible. Somehow, even sexier than ever. His gaze lingered on her for a few seconds longer before he finally put it together. "Chloe, are you..."

"Pregnant? You bet!" She said, putting her hands on her belly.

"Is it... mine?" Michael said.

Chloe immediately laughed, as if Michael had just told a hilarious joke. She laughed for a good while before she realized that the question was sincere.

"Oh, God... No, Mikey," she said through the giggles. "It's not yours. You should know that! You and I both know that if you put a bun in my oven I'd be at the next available chair at Planned Parenthood."

"But then-"

"Obviously it's Malik's! And Obviously, I'm keeping it!" Chloe said, proudly holding her tummy.

"This doesn't make sense. You barely met him six weeks ago! You shouldn't be showing already!" Michael said.

"Well, that is true for singlets. But twins and triplets show a lot earlier! My womb is quite crowded already!" Chloe said.

"You're having twins?!" Michael said.

"I'm having triplets! Well, at least triplets. My ultrasound isn't for another few weeks, but they can tell just by my bloodwork I'm having at least three! To be honest, when I left you for Malik I wanted to have his babies as soon as possible, but I was worried because with you I was on birth control and I didn't want to wait for it to wear off. So I took a bunch of fertility pills to induce ovulation! But I might have overdone it on the fertility pills..." Chloe said with a nervous smile.

Michael was speechless.

Chloe bent down and unzipped the duffel bag. "Anyways! Let's get you wrapped up!"

"You're gonna make me wear a condom? But, you're already pregnant..." Michael said with sadness in his voice.

Chloe laughed again as she pulled a one-foot-wide roll of clear plastic wrap from the bag. "Oh, that's so cute! You thought you were going to get to... tee-hee-hee!" Chloe said. "Strip down and stand up," she ordered.

Michael obeyed, revealing a pasty white body and a tiny pink cock that was fully erect and no larger than a couple of Chloe's fingers. The blond bombshell then used the plastic to wrap Michael up like a mummy from his feet to his neck, leaving only his weenie unwrapped. She then pushed him backwards onto the bed on his back and made him wiggle fullly onto the bed, his mind running wild with ideas of how Chloe might reward him.

Chloe reached down in the duffel bag and picked up a pair of blue gloves and a black tube. First she donned the gloves. Then she uncapped on end of the tube to reveal a pocket pussy the same porcelain color as Chloe's skin. She pulled out a bottle of lube and squirted some onto the entrance of the toy. Michael noticed that the folds of the synthetic vagina looked familiar. Before he got a chance to react, Chloe put the toy over his cock and gave it a few strokes, which made his dick throb.

"Does that feel familiar?" Chloe asked with a smile. "It's a little toy I had made for Malik! It's a perfect replica of my own pussy. I drove 4 hours to get this thing molded! But I think it's safe to say that Malik will never in his life fuck a piece of rubber, so I guess you get to!"

Chloe took the toy off of his cock as he began to turn red and sweat profusely. "I know you're about to cum like crazy, so I decided I would make this a little bit better for you and prolong the process," she said as she grabbed another couple toys from the bag. She pulled out a small bottle of spray and a silicon ring.

"This cock ring will cut off circulation to your wee-wee and might help you last longer!" she said as her gloved hand put the ring around the base of his cock. "And this spray is a numbing agent that might help too!" she said, spraying the solution onto his manhood.

Chloe then turned on the massive television facing the bed and plugged her laptop into the USB port of the tv. She then went to her files and played a file titled "breeding