TITLE    : The Darkness in All Of Us
STORYID  : the-darkness-in-all-of-us
SUMMARY  : A goth teen and her family succumb to darkness.
AUTHOR   : OnyxMasters@lit
DATE     : 2022-11-04
CATEGORY : interracial-erotic-stories
FLAGS    : h
TAGS     : |bbc|interracial|hypnosis|domination|bnwo|mother|daughter|race play|fear|forced|


Sarah leaned part way out her bedroom window, smoking a cigarette. Her room was an absolute mess of black goth clothing, studded belts, dirty socks, and whatever else happened to fall in there. She didn't particularly care, it wasn't her house. Her mom, "Mrs. Can Do", would clean this shit up for her when it got too bad. She stood barefoot, wearing oversized baggy jeans, a faded black tanktop and a chain with a dog tag on it. She had wide beautiful green eyes that were rimmed with a sallow darkness obscured only slightly by the smattering of freckles that crossed her cheeks and the bridge of her nose. Her head was shaved low, with only her bangs left long, hanging loosely like 2 raven black antennae. She had a pierced septum, piercings riding up the edges of both her ears, a pieced naval, and while her mom didn't know it, two pierced nipples. She was the very definition of goth, from her attire, down to her attitude. Her younger sister Lauren had just turned 18 not even two days ago, and was a pathway to college with a track scholarship, and a future as sunny as her bright blonde hair. At 19 and some change, she should have been a more accomplished caring person, someone working toward a brighter future too. But, she figured, why bother?

Looking at the cheap digital clock on her nightstand, Sarah realized her mom was running late. Not that she wanted her mom home, but she was supposed to be bringing dinner, and she had been getting hungry. It's not that her mom didn't cook, she did that too, but being a single parent to two young girls didn't leave a lot of time between making sure the bills were paid. Susan wasn't a bad mother, she guessed. She had tried to help Sarah get her life together, get her to stop smoking, stop using pills, but the way she did it felt oppressive. This is true of most parents and their kids, but Sarah only knew what she felt, and it was annoyance at the meddling.

Sarah checked the clock again, and it was just after 6 now. Her mom needed to hurry her ass home, she had two hungry kids, one of which was sick of waiting. She grabbed her cell phone and brought up the contact "bitch" pressing call. After several rings, Susan answered, clearly trailing off a laugh.

"Yeah Sarah, what's up?"

"Yeah, are you coming home or what? There's nothing to eat." Sarah replied, with the same attitude as always.

"I'll be home in a couple hours, my co-workers wanted to take me out tonight, and its been..." Sarah could hear other people joyfully chatting in the background, "It's been something else."

Sarah could hear the smile in her voice, but didn't really care. "That's great, have a blast. What am I supposed to do?"

Her mother sighed audibly, and said, "I'll order you guys a pizza, okay? Just cut me some slack please, I never go out like this."

"Fine, but get two of them. That way I won't have to deal with this again." Sarah said, in her dark and bitter tone.

Sarah ended the call before anything else was said, because nothing else needed to be said. The food problem was solved, and she didn't have to deal with her mom. Win win.

"What'd she say?" Lauren said suddenly from the doorway, startling Sarah a little bit.

"Fuck Lauren, knock much?" she snapped, "She said she's getting us a pizza."

"Did she say when she'd be home?"

"Nope, don't know, don't care." Sarah said, not even looking at her anymore.

Lauren just sighed and turned away. She didn't understand why her sister seemed to hate them all so much, and she had tried to understand her, but sometimes you just don't have anything in common. Lauren grabbed a bottle of water and headed back to her room, she had homework to complete, and little time to get it all done. Unlike Sarah, Lauren's room was a carnival of pink colors, hanging lights, trophies, ribbons, and photos. She wasn't exactly Ms. Popular, but she had good friends, and a loving boyfriend... what more did a girl need in her life?

It was almost midnight when Sarah heard Susan pulling up outside. Sarah was up late most days since school ended, but her mom was normally a clockwork person. In by 5, bed by 10, up by 6, etc, etc. It always struck her as dreadfully boring, so she was shocked to see her mom doing something outside the norm. Sarah quickly tossed the cigarette she had been smoking out the window and turned on her fan. Her mom's room was right next to hers, and she would bitch at her about the smoke if it got too cloying. Sarah heard something that reignited her interest in her mom being back, and that was the fact that she wasn't alone. She could distinctly hear a male voice, but couldn't make out what he was saying. She could faintly hear her mom saying something back in a low and sultry tone, followed by giggling.

"Great, just what I need, some fucking stranger wanting to play daddy." she muttered to herself.

She heard the door open downstairs, and the light clunking of footsteps to the living room area. Being nosy just for the hell of it, Sarah moved carefully in the dark to the upstairs railing to get a look at this guy. The couches in the living room were arranged in a semi circle, for chatty guests or whatever have you, and her mom's date, or whatever he was, was sitting in the armchair facing her direction. Sarah was a little surprised at first because he was black. Like, super black. Need a flashlight to find him in a shadow kind of black. But he was fit, and handsome enough as best she could tell. Her mom was pretty conservative, so it was strange seeing a guy who definitely didn't fit the uptight bill of hers. This guy was wearing light grey sweatpants, a white t-shirt and a brown jacket.

"What'd you get dressed in the dark, bozo?" Sarah quietly muttered to herself.

Her mom came into the living room from the kitchen carrying a couple drinks, her chestnut brown hair swaying back and forth over her shoulders as she did.

"Why don't you sit them down." the black man said, matter of factly.

Susan sat the drinks on the table, and reached a hand out to touch his a little bit. Sarah could tell she had already had a few drinks in her. The man grabbed her wrist, pulling Susan closer to him, their faces not quite touching.

"What are you..?" Susan had started.

"Kneel." the strange black man commanded flatly.

Susan stood up straight for a moment as if she was about to rebuff this dirty request, but then slowly centered herself in front of him and got on her knees. Sarah literally covered her mouth to stop from gasping out loud. This was nuts.

The man undid his pants, and drew out his penis. Sarah was shocked and amazed at what she saw. He wasn't even fully erect, and his penis had to be at least 8 inches long. It was hard to tell at this distance, but it looked as thick as her mom's wrist.

Without another word, he placed a hand on Susan's head, and guided her face down on his exposed penis. Her mother grabbed the base, and began to slowly jerk and suck his cock, letting out quiet moans, and wet slurping noises. Sarah was in absolute shock, she wanted to look away, but she couldn't'. It felt like she was trapped in a parallel universe. Susan's sucking and jerking became more rapid, she seemed to be enjoying herself immensely. Susan kicked off her work shoes, and as her feet were nearly touching in her kneeling position, it took little effort. Then, switching which hand was working his cock, she removed her blouse, dropping it to the floor beside her. The man stood up, giving easier access to all of his enormity as Susan sucked and moaned, her voice trapped by the massive black meat in her mouth. Susan undid her bra, and tossed it aside as well. She made every effort not to stop sucking his cock.

The man guided Susan's head back and forth, announcing quietly that he was about to cum. At this point, Susan pulled his cock out of her mouth, craned her neck, got low, stuck out her tongue and made urging noises, begging for his seed. The man was more than happy to oblige, placing the head of his midnight black cock on her soft pink tongue and unleashing a deluge of sperm down the back of her throat. One spasm, two.. a third. He had easily filled Susan's mouth with his hot black spunk. The man cracked a smile, looked up at Sarah directly in the eyes and gave her a wink.

Sarah rushed as quietly back to her room as she could. Did she just see that for real? Did that guy know she was there the whole time? Holy shit, was that dick for real? Sarah fumbled for her smokes, her usual coping tactic, but quickly threw them back on the bed. Should she say something? This was her mom's business after all, not hers, but the way he winked at her... the implication was beyond strange. As was her mother's behavior. Susan would never just pick up and blow some random guy, right? Maybe she knew him from work. Maybe they were already dating, and she just didn't tell her. These racing thoughts were interrupted by the sound of her mom's bedroom door opening and closing, the sound of fumbled steps in the door, and bodies falling on bed springs.

These walls were not as thick as Sarah would have liked, she had gotten in trouble a few times herself not being careful enough with a boy she had snuck home, but this was different... this was her mom. Muffled sounds of passion were coming through the wall. She definitely didn't intend to be eavesdropping, but the whole scenario was too wild for Sarah to comprehend.

"Wait, do you have a condom?" she heard faintly through the wall.

"No. No condoms." he had said, in his much deeper voice.

"Should we... oh, wait! WAIT!" her mother exclaiming much clearer now.

Sarah could hear the sound of her mother crying out in pain, the bed springs singing along accordingly as this black stranger was clearly unconcerned with using condoms. The moans of pain were mixed with pleasure, the sound escalating to the point Sarah was worried Lauren might hear them downstairs in her bedroom. Hard wet slaps, bed springs, moans that were nearly screams... it went on, and on. Sarah went back to her bed, laid down and tried to cover her ears. She could hear her mom climaxing over and over, begging him to be gentle, which he clearly did not agree to. After nearly 25 minutes of nonstop pounding, there was a sudden dip of silence, followed by deep satisfactory grunts from the man.

"Oh my god." Sarah said, staring straight at the wall in front of her. She knew damn well he had just cum, and from what little she knew of the man, probably inside her.

The peace was temporary though, as suddenly, the adjoining wall thudded. On the other side, the man, dark as midnight, had lifted Susan up, and had begun fucking her against the wall. It was almost like he was doing it on purpose.

"FUCK, FUCK, GO SLOW, GO SLOW!" she heard her mother beg.

The banging intensified abruptly.

"OW OW OW, MY FUCKING ASS! PLEASE.... AAAAAAAHHHH!"

This was hell. She was forced to endure another 15 minutes of her mother being brutally sodomized on the other side of the wall, apparently in pain, but also clearly having even more orgasms. The banging ended finally with the unmistakable tell of him cumming (for the third time tonight), directly into her mother's ass. She could hear her mother gasping as she was lowered to the floor with a slight thud. Sarah was mortified at the situation, but relieved it seemed like it was over. Between now and downstairs, they had been at if for nearly an hour. She couldn't think of a single one of her boyfriends that had lasted more than 5 or 8 minutes at best, and even then, to cum 3 times in a row and still be able to perform, this guy was a monster. Proving that last thought to be correct, she heard one last voice for the night, coming in it's deep baritone through the wall.

"Suck."

The next morning, Sarah got up much earlier than usual. She did NOT sleep well after all that... ruckus is putting it nicely. She switched into some fresher clothes and started toward the kitchen for a quick drink and a snack so she could retreat to her bedroom. Much to her dismay, there was her mom, preparing breakfast, busily working around the kitchen and sitting right at the head of the table... the mystery man. He was sitting straight up, muscular but toned, now that she could see him better, his hands folded neatly in front of him. He was looking her right in the eyes as she approached giving her an almost knowing grin. Susan turned around noticing her daughter approach,

"Morning Sar-bear." her mom's cute little nickname for her. Didn't feel as cute coming out of her mouth now.

"Can I get you something to eat before I head out?" she asked, still the dutiful mother.

"Uh, no... I'll just have leftover pizza." Sarah said, still looking at the man while she was moving, as if he would spring out of the chair and attack her.

"Ok, sounds good." Susan replied, putting a large plate of breakfast in front of the man. "This is..."

"Mombique." the man said, it sounded African, but he didn't. Sarah also wondered why her mom hesitated to say his name... she did know it, right?

"Right, well, I hope it's ok with you, since I know you stay in your room most of the time, but Mr. Mombique is going to stay here today while I'm away. He's..."

Sarah didn't even let her finish. "No, no way. I'm supposed to just be okay with some strange dude hanging around the house all day?"

"Sweetie, it's not your house to say no with. He's a perfectly nice man..." Susan had put her hands on his shoulders giving them a little squeeze as she said it, "I promise he won't bite."

"I don't." He said, grinning with teeth greatly contrasted by his face.

Susan chuckled as if this was a joke, but Sarah wasn't sure it was. Susan turned away from him, leaning down to grab a pair of shoes. As she did, Mombique turned to look, enjoying Susan's ass right through her jeans. He turned his gaze back to Sarah, leaned over, and rubbed his thick fingers from Susan's vagina all the way up to the crack of her ass. She shuddered with pleasure, but didn't say a word.

"MOM!?" Sarah exclaimed suddenly.

"I'll be back this evening. Everything's fine, Sar-bear." and with that, she grabbed her purse, a jacket and headed out the door. Faster than her usual stride, but it wasn't out of embarrassment, it felt like she wanted to get back home sooner. The creepy black man gave Sarah one last knowing look, and then started eating the breakfast Susan had put out before him. Sarah hurriedly went back to her room, freaked out, and very confused. She had forgotten her pizza, forgotten her drink, and had absolutely forgotten Lauren was still in her room.

Lauren had bagged all her stuff, laid out her fresh clothes, and was ready to jump in the shower before heading out to school. There were two bathrooms in the house, one upstairs, and one just across the living room. She wrapped herself in her fluffy pink robe, slipped on her slippers and started toward the bathroom. She could smell the breakfast her mom made, but she didn't have time to stop in and grab some. She had an important calculus test today, and wanted to cram in some more studying as soon as she could. Marching towards the shower, she didn't notice the man sitting still at the table, but he noticed her. She performed her usual routine, turning the shower on, warm but not too hot, her skin was sensitive. Her and the sun did not get along, and she had the freckles to prove it. Kicking off her slippers, she stepped onto the bathmat, dropping her robe to the floor. Her young, pale and pink body slipping into the walk in shower, water effortlessly gliding over her tight runners body.

She hadn't been in there more than a minute, when the man slipped through the door. For a man of his stature, he was surprisingly quiet. Lauren scrubbed her scalp, the water bouncing off her forehead as she faced the spray, completely unaware of the now disrobed black man behind her. As she started to rinse her face, he took the opportunity to open the stall door, and step inside. Lauren felt the change in temperature, and turned at the disturbance. Before she could shout, scream, or say hello, she had a large black hand covering her mouth, pressing her head firmly against the wall. She stood stock still, terrified as the water rushed over her. The man, never breaking eye contact, reached down and stuck a thick black finger into her pussy. Whatever hoodoo, or voodoo, the man possessed took hold immediately, and Lauren was under his spell. He slid his hand away from her mouth, but continued to vigorously finger her soaking wet pussy while she went along for the ride. The pleasure overtaking her, her perky young breasts heaving as she writhed at his touch, and her pink nipples hard and firm.

"I shouldn't... I have class..." she softly moaned.

His thumb arched, working her clitoris, as he continued rubbing her pussy.

"Turn around." he commanded. A man of few words, but they were effective none the less.

Lauren turned around like a good girl, spreading her legs a little as she braced her arms against the wall. She may have only been 18 for 2 days, but she knew exactly what this was. The massive black head of his cock slid back and forth in the slit of her pristine white pussy as he found his mark. He pushed it firmly inside her until he met resistance.

"Holy shit... it's too big, I can't..." she mewed with uncertainty.

Mr. Mombique didn't do "I can't" and continued to force it in, feeling the tight walls of her sweet young pussy trying to keep him at bay. Lauren was letting out breathy squeals of pain and pleasure as he drove every inch of it into her fertile womb, his balls slapping wetly against the backs of her toned and muscular legs. With a firm grip on her waist, he began to pump, serving only his desire. Lauren's face was hot with both shower steam and desire, sweat forming on her brow. She took her hands from the wall and started working her own nipples, pinching and tugging, twisting and rubbing them. She had never felt pleasure like this before. Her boyfriend of the last year, nothing he had ever done to her had felt this good. His mediocre white dick completely unable to hit the spots this black monster cock was hitting. Of course they loved each other, but it turns out, love wasn't enough. What Lauren loved, was this black dick inside her.

She could feel the first electric stirrings of an orgasm starting to take hold, and like magic, his tempo and thrust read the rhythm of her body perfectly. Gasping at first, eyes closed, she craned her head up eyes and mouth now wide open and had the first real orgasm of her young life right there on a strange black man's dick. She also had the second, third, etc, etc... she felt him tense up too, and she was struck with a sudden muted panic.

"Wait, don't cum, I..."

He didn't wait. Pulsing a massive jet of African sperm in her white pussy, he unloaded several times, sending her right back into the throws of yet another orgasm. He waited a moment for his potent seed to do it's thing, and then pulled slowly out of her, bringing a deluge of cum with it. His semen ran down Lauren's legs, mixed into the water swirling around her feet, and went down the drain. Removing his hands from her hips, he grabbed her shoulders, spun her around and hooked his hand around her waste bringing her close. She looked at him with her big blue eyes as he stared into her, and said,

"You belong to me now."

Lauren nodded her head, and remained transfixed in his gaze as the water rushed over their naked bodies. Millions of sperm were racing to fertilize Lauren's precious young egg, and they would be quite successful.

Sarah hadn't heard any of this from upstairs in her room. She was uncertain as to who this man was, but one thing she knew, is that he was a creep. She didn't like the idea of him being here, she had this feeling like he was just waiting outside her door, staring that odd stare. The whole thing was absurd and unfair. Her mom letting some strange black dude stay in the house alone with her daughters... what the hell was she thinking? It suddenly dawned on Sarah...
<hr pg="2" />"LAUREN!" she exclaimed at a start, and rushed out into the hallway.

Rushing out of her room and to the hallway railing, Sarah looked down over the living room, much as she had last night. Had she not been in a panic, she might have heard what was happening before she saw it. Downstairs in plain view, she saw her mom's "harmless" guest fully nude, pounding every inch of himself into her younger sister, driving her hard down into the couch. Lauren's strong white legs poking out to either side of him, her bare feet tense and pointing straight up. Each powerful thrust punctuated by a wet slap, and the groaning sounds of pleasure and pain escaping her lips.

No sooner than Sarah had arrived, Mr. Mombique looked up, grinning as always, and stared her straight in the eyes. Again, he winked, this time also blowing her a kiss. Sarah recoiled in shock and revulsion, backing into the wall behind her, but her eyes refused to leave the scene before her. He double his efforts, seemingly effortlessly, his thrusts becoming more aggressive. Lauren responded in kind, her moans turning into shouts, her legs wrapping tensely around her strange black lover, as she exploded in orgasm. He pulled out, his cock glistening with Lauren's juices, raising to full standing height, and started jerking his massive black cock never breaking eye contact with Sarah. Lauren started to get up, but he shoved her back down on the couch, grabbing one of her ankles with his free hand. Pulling her foot closer, he rubbed the midnight black head of his cock against her toes for a bit.

Not long after, he cast her leg aside, and pumped a colossal load all over her sister's naked body. Sarah couldn't be here anymore, that intense stare, the violation of her younger sister, her mother, it was clear he would be coming for her next. This was some sort of sick joke to him, and she didn't know what the punchline was. She sprinted back to her room, slamming and locking the door behind her. She scrambled over the mess of clothes on her floor, grabbed her phone off the bed table and called her mom.

"Yeah Sarah, what is it? You know I'm at work." Susan answered a little flustered.

"Mom, mom... this isn't a joke, okay? You need to come home right NOW. You're "friend" from last night, he's... uh... behaving inappropriately." Sarah knew that was putting it mildly, but getting the actual words out of her mouth were harder than she would have thought.

"I'm sure he's fine, Sarah. You are always so critical of everything."

"I'm not being over critical mom, he's... HE'S FUCKING LAUREN ON THE COUCH, OKAY!? YOU LEFT HIM HERE, AND HE'S FUCKING YOUR DAUGHTER RIGHT NOW!" Sarah blurted it out, it had to be said, it had to be known. There was a monster in the house, and he was coming for her next.

"I'll be right home. Don't do anything crazy, okay?" Susan said, the tenor of motherly sternness suddenly not so annoying anymore.

Sarah hung up the phone, shakily shook out a cigarette, and lit it. She was trembling in both fear, and anxiety. She took quick worried drags as she waited by her window for the first signs of her mom coming back home, thankfully, she wasn't too far. In less than 10 minutes, the out of date station wagon pulled up, the door opening and slamming quickly. She could hear her mom's keys jingling in her hands as she approached the front door. Sarah's relief could not be understated.

Kicking clothes out of her way, she went straight for her door, turning the lock and heading back out into the hallway. She could already see him, sitting down there, in the same damn living room chair that faced her direction. Completely nude, his black body standing out like night and day against the otherwise plain but cheerful décor of the house. Kneeling before him, was Lauren. Still nude herself, ankles crossed behind her, elbows and supple white breasts resting on his thighs, she was slowly jerking his fat black dick, her blonde hair obscuring the fact she was sucking one of his large balls. She saw her mom come into frame, storming toward them. With zero hesitation, she dropped to her knees beside her youngest daughter, leaned her head in, and immediately started sucking his other testicle. Her hand joining her daughters on the massive black shaft.

Sarah felt like she was going to faint. The whole world felt like it was spinning, what the hell was going on here? She was filled with a cold resignation, there was no stopping it. She could see her mother stripping out of her clothes, making every effort to keep pleasing her black master all the while. Mr. Mombique smiling and looking at Sarah still, no more winks, no more kisses, raised his hand extended his index finger and signaled the fearful signal... "come here.".

She slowly started down the stairs like the make-over revealing scene in a prom movie, except of course, she was barefoot and dressed like she shopped in the dumpster behind Hot Topic. Every step brought it all closer to focus, the noises as her once proud mother licked and sucked his black hairy balls, her sweet, overachieving athletic sister doing the same on the other side. Both of the girls moaning, as if taking pleasure from serving him. She was mere feet away now, and she had to ask,

"Why are you doing this? Why me?"

He tilted his head a little, still smiling, and answer horridly, "Because you're white."

"Because I'm..." the rest never made it out. It occurred to her, she wasn't some prize he was after, she was just a girl, a white girl, for him to fuck. This could have happened to any other white girl, but in whatever perverse twist of fate, it happened to her. He didn't care about her anymore than he cared about her mom, or Lauren. He was vengeance enacted upon a whole people for transgressions of the past. His black dick, the sword he would smite his enemies with, turning families that had been white for generations, forcefully, and with finality, black. He could see the thoughts churning in her head, what conclusions she came to didn't matter to him.

"Suck." he commanded.

Sarah looked down at his enormous penis, dark as midnight, slick with the fluids of her family, veins adorning it's considerable girth. Her mother and sister subtly moved aside, making way for her to join them. Practically in a trance like state, she felt her jeans and panties fall down around her ankles. Had she done that? She stepped out of them, her bare legs and feet soft and pale. Everything felt like a dream, and maybe it was, maybe she had been taking too many pills again. She felt her tank top now in her hands, slipping through her fingers to the floor below. It was okay. She felt the cool release of her bra, her hands seeming to work without her, as her large pale globes lay exposed.

Sarah lowered to her knees, welcoming the beautiful, god-like black dick in front of her mouth. The taste was amazing, in spite of knowing where it had been. She took him in long slow strokes, her bangs draped to either side of it, the faces of her sister and mother deeply entranced, sucking, and sucking... this was good. The girls, now entirely under his control, spent another good 10 minutes sucking and stroking his cock, his black balls swimming in their saliva. Ready to cum, he stood, and like good, dutiful white girls, they pressed their faces together tongues out, ready to receive his hot black load. He had more than enough for the three of them, firing off thick ropes of sperm into each of their eager open mouths, squeezing the last drops off to make sure Sarah got extra. He held her chin while she swallowed, staring deeply into her beautiful eyes, her mouth returning to a smile when she was done.

Servants of his will, Lauren and Susan guided Sarah down onto her back, and hooked an arm around each of her legs respectively folder her back, putting her soft pink slit on full display for their black lord. Her pubic hair mostly shaven, left a tickle of roughness across her puffy white pussy lips. Sarah knew deep down, this was all okay, it was just a dream, a beautiful, savage, dream. She felt the pain of his entrance, his dick larger than anything she had ever experienced. The pleasure though, was even greater, it was a radiance that went through her whole body, making her feel beautiful, even as she was being fucked like a worthless slut. Her face grew flush, her brow dewy, the pleasure was too much and she exploded into waves of orgasmic bliss that made her cry out, her toes curling hard at the end of her feet. His assault was savage, as it had been with Susan and Lauren, culminating in the hot gush of his superior black seed inside her fertile white pussy. "Single motherhood, here I come", she thought dreamily, laughing to herself.

Mr. Mombique was hardly done with the girls, the remainder of the day was spent fucking them in every vile position he could. Dumping load after load into open mouths, eager pussies, and newly deflowered asses. He came on faces, he came on toes, tits, butts and backs. The three women served him without question, making him their unquestionable man of the house. He filmed hours of it on his phone, making sure every act of defilement was documented, and ready for sale.

As the next day dawned, Sarah woke up, still nude, clutching to Mr. Mombique's muscular black frame. Lauren was on the opposite side, equally nude, with each of them draping a single leg over his splayed out ones. They were in her mothers bed, as it was the largest, but her mother wasn't around. Mr. Mombique had newly awoken himself, and gave Lauren a quick shake to draw her from her deeply satisfied sleep. She awoke smiling, and looked up at her new black master.

"You have school. Go." he commanded.

She pouted, but complied, giving him a deep, lingering tongue kiss before heading off to get ready for classes. Her pathetic white boyfriend, who was undoubtedly waiting for her, entirely forgotten now. Mr. Mombique had no love for her well being, but needed to make sure there was no alarm as to his dealings. Normality could be a good thing.

Susan walked in, dressed, but only because she had work, carrying a tray of food. She sat the tray down aside her bed, before leaning in and kissing the man just as deeply and passionately as her daughter had.

"Your breakfast." she said, like a good servant or wife.

"Good. Go make money." he said, grabbing a small piece of bacon and sticking it in his mouth.

Susan smiled, and drifted out the door, leaving Sarah embracing the man she less than a day ago, feared. She rubbed his chest with her small white fingers, letting them drift down and start stroking his thick black dick.

"You work?" he asked, chewing.

She shook her head, flashing him her big beautiful eyes.

"Good. Suck."

