Clinton

Clinton, apparently, didn't believe in wasting time; he was naked as soon as she'd closed the front door to her penthouse suite. He was quite a specimen of manhood, Tiffany observed, with handsome facial features, a thick neck, broad shoulders, a barrel chest, tight six-pack abs, sinewy thighs, bulging calves, a sculpted back, and compact buttocks. He had big balls, and his monster cock would easily measure a foot in length, were Tiffany to apply the tape measure she carried in her purse.

He passed the color test, too. Clinton was Blacker than "Black." He was coal Black, pitch Black, starless midnight Black.

His eyes swept from her boyish penis and small balls to the round, firm pair of breasts she'd had implanted just last year. His prick was half-erect already at the thought of what he intended to do to her. Grasping his mammoth member in his hand, Clinton smirked. "I'm goan shove dis muvvafuckah up yo' lily-why ass, an den I'm goan shove it down yo' throat," he said, adopting a dialect that, Tiffany suspected, was as inauthentic as it was meant to sound--what?--thuggish? "You think you kin take all my man meat, bitch?"

Tiffany suppressed a giggle. She also managed not to say any of the half dozen rejoinders that leaped to mind. Men--especially Black men, it seemed to her--didn't take kindly to jokes about their manhood. "I'll sure give it a try" is all she said.

"Well, den, bitch, try! I wants to see elbows and knees."

Tiffany started toward the bed, knowing his eyes must be on her sleek, firm, round ass.

"Not the bed, the flo'."

The floor, although carpeted, would be hard on the knees, she thought, but she'd been paid a week in advance, and his request was reasonable under the circumstances. She assumed the position, her knees spread, her ass high in the air, and the weight of her upper body resting upon her elbows, forearms, and palms.

She felt him sidle up to her. Having knelt behind her, he "walked" closer, taking his place between her creamy thighs. For a moment, holding his massive member in his fist, he studied its blackness against the pale pink flesh of her flawless buttocks.