As Ebony explained about the bet (with heavy emphasis on the fact that Ken was the only person she’d slept with…today), she could feel his dick harden as she lingered on her descriptions of the blonde’s great rack and impressive ass (as well as a few references to all the men she’d banged).
“So, to sum up, you bet money you didn’t have, to a slut you don’t particularly like, but do describe as foxy, nice adjective, by the way, on the question of which of you can fuck the most guys, of the appropriate race. You’ve managed one, who’d prefer you not to fuck a great many, or any more. But, you’re probably one up on her, ‘cause she had to finish up her job first…well, then, there’s a simple solution,” he paused, obviously wanting her to ask.
She obliged him, “Which is? Oh, great and powerful store owner?”
“We’ll just have to keep her from getting any cock.”
Ebony leaned over and kissed him, “Or at least, any black cock.”
Ken’s lips quirked into a half-smile. “If you’re comfortable with that, but I think we can make it work either way.”
Ebony smiled back at him, trying to decide whether she was comfortable with her new, she-didn’t-know-what, fucking her friend… |