Chapter 4

Kennedy had obsessed over every detail of her outfit for Trayvon’s release, her heart pounding as she stood before her gilded full-length mirror. Her look was pure provocation, a slutty masterpiece crafted to worship her surgically-enhanced body. She wore a neon-pink bikini top, its flimsy triangles straining to contain her massive, pornstar-style implants—fake tits that jutted out obscenely, their taut, glossy skin catching the light with every breath. The top’s thin straps bit into her shoulders, accentuating the unnatural heft of her breasts, which swayed provocatively with each movement. A black leather micro-skirt clung to her hips, so short it bared the lower curves of her firm, round ass, the hemline creeping up to flash her hot-pink thong. Fishnet thigh-high stockings gripped her toned legs, their lacy tops teasing the creamy skin of her thighs, and glossy black six-inch platform stilettos made her calves flex seductively. Her long, glossy brunette hair spilled in perfect waves, framing her high cheekbones, pouty lips, and piercing green eyes, which burned with arousal. A diamond navel piercing winked at her flat midriff, and her crimson-painted nails matched her glossy lipstick. Heavy makeup—smoky eyeliner, long lashes, and shimmering gloss—amplified her teenage sexuality, every inch of her curvaceous, underage frame screaming for Trayvon’s lustful approval.

At the state penitentiary, Kennedy posed in front of the towering iron gates, the family’s sleek black SUV parked behind her. She arched her back, thrusting her fake tits forward, one hand on her hip, the other angling her phone for a sultry selfie. Her lips parted in a teasing pout, her eyes smoldering with anticipation as she flaunted her slutty outfit. She uploaded the photo to Instagram, her fingers trembling with excitement as she typed the caption: “Dressed to slay for my king’s big day! Ready to make him lose his mind! #PrisonBae #NewMan #TitsForDays #SluttyAndProud.” Within minutes, comments flooded in. Madison, her blonde bombshell friend, wrote, “OMG K, you’re SERVING! That man’s gonna lose it!.” Chloe, the redheaded flirt, added, “Hotter than hell, girl! Those tits are unreal! #Queen.” A random follower, “ThugLover69,” commented, “Damn, shawty, you finna get that convict cock!”

The morning air was crisp, but Kennedy’s skin burned with desire as she stood on the gravel lot, her parents hovering nervously by the SUV. Richard Vanderholt, his salt-and-pepper hair impeccable, gripped the car door, his jaw clenched as he watched his daughter’s brazen display. Victoria’s mother Regina, elegant in a cream dress, clutched her purse, her eyes flickering between Kennedy and the prison gates, her face etched with dread. Kennedy ignored them, her body vibrating with anticipation, her pussy already slick and throbbing. She bounced on her heels, her massive implants jiggling in the bikini top, drawing leers from guards and shocked glances from passing families. Her nipples hardened against the flimsy fabric as the prison horns blared, a deep, guttural roar that sent shivers down her spine.

The heavy gates groaned open, and a ragged crowd of released inmates shuffled out—hollow-eyed men in ill-fitting clothes, some met by tearful families, others slinking away alone. Then she saw him. Trayvon Jackson towered over them all, his 6’4” frame a chiseled monolith of muscle, his dark skin gleaming under the sun. His shaved head and piercing stare locked onto her instantly, his lips curling into a predatory grin that made her pussy clench. Tattoos snaked across his massive arms, vanishing under a tight black tank top that hugged his sculpted pecs and rippling abs. Faded jeans hung low, the outline of his massive bulge unmistakable, fueling months of Kennedy’s filthy fantasies. His swagger radiated raw power, each step a declaration of dominance, and her thong soaked through as she jumped and waved, her fake tits bouncing wildly, her voice a high, needy squeal.

“Trayvon! Baby! Over here!” she cried, her tone dripping with desperation, drawing every eye in the lot.

He strode toward her, his grin widening as he devoured her slutty outfit, his gaze fixating on her obscene implants. “Well, fuck, jailbait,” he growled, his voice thick with lust, steeped in the raw vernacular of the streets. “Look at them fake-ass titties. You my nasty lil’ bitch, dressed like a proper hoe for your nigga, huh?”

Kennedy giggled, preening under his crude praise, her underage body trembling as he reached her. “All for you, baby,” she purred, arching her back to shove her implants toward his face, her voice sultry and eager. “You like your slut’s new tits? Got ‘em big and fake just for you.”

“Shit, them thangs gonna make my cock throb,” Trayvon rasped, his massive hands grabbing her tiny waist, lifting her effortlessly. Her legs wrapped around his hips, her micro-skirt riding up to expose her thong-clad ass, and she moaned as his thick fingers dug into her underage flesh, bruising her skin with his strength. Trayvon’s lips crashed against hers, his tongue invading her mouth with savage hunger, tasting of primal need. Kennedy whimpered, her crimson nails clawing at his broad shoulders, her fake tits pressed against his chest, the bikini top straining as her nipples ached.

“Fuck, you taste like a needy slut,” Trayvon growled, pulling back to leer at her, his hands sliding to grope her ass, kneading it roughly. “You been waiting to get this pussy wrecked, ain’t you, jailbait?”

“Mmm, fuck yes, Trayvon,” Kennedy moaned, her lips brushing his ear, her breath hot and ragged. “I’m your nasty bitch. Been dreaming of that thick, veiny monster splitting me open.”

He chuckled, dark and menacing, one hand shooting up to seize her fake tit, squeezing it with brutal force. The pain lanced through her, sharp and searing, and Kennedy whimpered, her eyes watering as she squirmed in his grip. But the agony only fueled her arousal, proof of his raw strength and power, and her pussy gushed, her thong dripping. “Fuck, that hurts,” she whined, her voice trembling with masochistic delight. “You’re so fuckin’ strong, baby. Hurt your slut again.”

“Damn right, hoe,” Trayvon snarled, squeezing her implant harder, his fingers digging into the taut flesh, making her cry out, a mix of pain and pleasure. “These fake tits mine now. Gonna bruise ‘em up, make you scream for this nigga.”

Kennedy’s head threw back, her glossy hair spilling over her shoulders as she moaned, “Yes, Trayvon, fuck, mark me! I love it when you’re rough!” Her hips ground against his, the friction of his hardening bulge against her soaked thong driving her wild. He kissed her again, his tongue dominating hers, his teeth nipping her lower lip hard enough to draw a gasp. Her parents watched, frozen—Richard’s face flushed with shame, Regina’s eyes wide with horror—as Trayvon molested their daughter in broad daylight, his hands roaming her surgically-enhanced body with possessive cruelty.

“Goddamn, you wet as fuck,” Trayvon laughed, his fingers slipping under her micro-skirt, grazing her drenched thong, teasing her swollen clit. “This tight pussy begging for a real nigga, huh?”

“Fuck, Trayvon, it’s all yours,” Kennedy whined, her voice high and desperate, her sixteen-year-old body writhing in his massively muscled black arms. “I’m your slutty bitch. You gonna fuck me stupid with that huge cock?”

“Bet, jailbait,” he growled, nipping her neck, his teeth leaving red marks as he yanked her bikini top aside, exposing one fake tit. He pinched her nipple, twisting it viciously, making her squeal in pained ecstasy. “Gonna shove this eleven-inch cock so deep, you gonna feel it in your throat. You ready to be my good lil’ hoe?”

“Fuck, yes, baby!” Kennedy cried, her juices dripping down her thigh as she clung to him, her nails digging into his shoulders. “I want it rough, Trayvon. Break me, make me your nasty slut!”

He grinned, his piercing stare burning into her as he ground his bulge against her, his hands roaming her body, bruising her ass and tits with every squeeze. “You gonna take this cock like a champ, bitch,” he rasped, kissing her again, his tongue plunging deep, swallowing her moans. “Gonna fuck you till you can’t walk, jailbait. You my property now.”

Kennedy’s moans grew louder, shameless and obscene, echoing across the lot as she reveled in his abusive touch, her obsession with his dangerous allure consuming her. “Own me, Trayvon,” she begged, her lips swollen from his rough kisses, her fake tits heaving as she gasped for air. “I’m your filthy bitch. Love how you hurt me.”

The crowd stared, some whispering, others leering, but Kennedy didn’t care. Her parents’ nervous gazes were irrelevant as Trayvon’s crude words and brutal hands drove her wild, their filthy talk and savage makeout session a public declaration of her submission to his dominance, her surgically-enhanced sixteen-year-old body his to claim.

Kennedy adjusted her neon-pink bikini top, tugging the flimsy triangles over her massive, surgically-enhanced implants, the taut skin of her fake tits still flushed from Trayvon’s rough handling. Her heart raced as she pressed herself against his towering, muscular frame, his tattoos glinting under the sun. She angled her phone for a selfie, her glossy brunette hair spilling over her shoulders, her pouty lips parted in a sultry smirk. Trayvon’s piercing stare and predatory grin dominated the frame, his arm slung possessively around her tiny waist, his massive hand resting on her leather micro-skirt, fingers grazing the exposed curve of her ass. The penitentiary gates loomed behind them, a stark backdrop to their brazen display.

Kennedy uploaded the photo to Instagram, her fingers trembling with exhilaration as she typed the caption: “My king’s FREE and I’m his proud teenage white bitch!!! Got these huge fake tits just for him, ready to worship his eleven-inch cock. Trayvon’s a REAL man—convicted for assault, pimping, drug trafficking, and more. I’m his nasty slut and loving every second! #PrisonBae #FelonKing #FakeTitsForTrayvon #WhiteBitch #SluttyAndProud.” Comments poured in instantly. Madison gushed, “K, you’re living the DREAM! He’s so hot!” Chloe wrote, “Those tits and that man? ICONIC! #Goals.” Lian added, “You’re untouchable, girl. He’s a beast!” A follower, “GangstaLad69,” commented, “Damn, shawty, you wild for that convict dick! Respect.”

Giggling, Kennedy grabbed Trayvon’s hand, her crimson nails glinting as she led him toward the Vanderholts’ sleek black SUV, her six-inch platform stilettos clicking on the gravel. Her fishnet thigh-highs swished, and her micro-skirt rode up, flashing her hot-pink thong with every step, her massive implants bouncing in the bikini top. Trayvon’s eyes devoured her, his grin wicked as he lifted her effortlessly into the backseat, her pert ass grazing his rough hands. He climbed in after her, the SUV dipping noticeably under his 6’4” muscular frame, and pulled her onto his massive lap. Kennedy squealed, her thong-clad ass pressing against the huge, throbbing bulge in his faded jeans, the heat of his cock radiating through the fabric. Her pussy throbbed, her thong already soaked, as she straddled him, her fake tits pressed against his chiseled chest, the bikini top straining.

“Fuck, jailbait, you feel that cock?” Trayvon growled, his voice thick with lust, laced with street vernacular. His hands gripped her hips, grinding her ass harder against his bulge, the friction making her whimper. “This tight white pussy gonna get split open, bitch.”

“Mmm, Trayvon, it’s so fuckin’ big,” Kennedy moaned, her voice high and needy, her glossy lips brushing his ear. She rolled her hips, grinding her ass in slow, deliberate circles, feeling every inch of his massive cockbulge press against her soaked thong. “I’m your nasty slut, baby. Gonna ride this monster all night.”

His lips crashed against hers, his tongue invading her mouth with brutal hunger, tasting of raw desire. Kennedy whined, her crimson nails clawing at his broad shoulders, her fake tits heaving as she kissed him back, her tongue dancing with his. Trayvon’s hands roamed her sixteen-year-old body, one sliding up to squeeze her fake tit, his fingers digging into the taut flesh with punishing force. Kennedy whimpered, pain shooting through her, but the agony only fueled her arousal, proof of his dominance. “Fuck, that hurts, baby,” she gasped, her eyes watering, her pussy gushing. “You’re so strong. Hurt your bitch again.”

“Damn right, hoe,” Trayvon snarled, pinching her nipple through the bikini top, twisting it viciously, making her squeal in pained ecstasy. “These fake tits mine, jailbait. Gonna bruise ‘em up, make you scream for your nigga.”

“Yes, Trayvon, fuck, mark me!” Kennedy cried, her head thrown back, her glossy hair spilling across his lap as she ground harder, her ass cheeks clenching around his bulge. His other hand slipped under her micro-skirt, groping her thong-clad pussy, his thick fingers teasing her swollen clit through the drenched fabric. She moaned, loud and shameless, her juices dripping onto his jeans as they made out, their tongues battling, his teeth nipping her swollen lips.

Richard and Regina climbed into the front seat, their faces pale with terror. Regina’s elegant cream dress was pristine, but her hands trembled as she clutched her purse. Richard’s salt-and-pepper hair was immaculate, but his jaw was tight, his knuckles white on the steering wheel. The air in the SUV was thick with tension, Kennedy’s moans and Trayvon’s crude growls filling the space. Richard cleared his throat, his voice strained. “Uh, Kennedy, where can we drop Trayvon off?”

Kennedy pulled back from Trayvon’s kiss, her lips swollen, her green eyes blazing with defiance. “Take us home, Daddy,” she purred, her voice dripping with spoiled-princess charm as she ground her ass on Trayvon’s cockbulge, making him grunt. “Trayvon’s staying with me.”

Richard’s face flushed, his voice rising. “Kennedy, that’s not—! He can’t stay at our house!”

Trayvon’s head snapped up, his piercing stare locking onto Richard through the rearview mirror, his voice a low, menacing growl. “Yo, white boy, you better shut the fuck up and drive where my bitch says, ‘less you want me to smash your face in. You feel me, nigga?”

Richard froze, his eyes wide with fear, his hands trembling on the wheel. Regina gasped, her hand flying to her mouth, but Kennedy giggled, her pussy clenching at Trayvon’s dominance. “Fuck, baby, you’re so hot when you take charge,” she purred, kissing his neck, her tongue flicking over his tattoos. “Show him who’s boss.”

“Bet, jailbait,” Trayvon chuckled, his hand squeezing her underage ass, bruising the flesh as he kissed her again, his tongue plunging deep, swallowing her moans. Richard, his face ashen, meekly put the SUV in drive, pulling out of the lot, his eyes fixed on the road as Kennedy and Trayvon resumed their filthy makeout session.

“Goddamn, you a wet lil’ slut,” Trayvon rasped, his fingers slipping inside her thong, stroking her slick folds, making her squeal. “This pussy ready for my cock, huh?”

“Fuck, Trayvon, it’s all for you,” Kennedy whined, her hips bucking as she ground her ass harder, the massive bulge of his eleven-inch cock pressing against her. “I’m your filthy white bitch. Gonna fuck me stupid?”

“Count on it, hoe,” he growled, nipping her earlobe, his teeth grazing her skin as he groped her fake tits, his rough hands leaving red marks. “Gonna wreck this tight cunt til you begging for mercy.”

Kennedy’s moans grew louder, echoing in the SUV, her body writhing on his lap as she thrilled at his crude words and abusive touch. “Own me, baby,” she begged, her fake tits heaving, her thong soaked through. “I love how you hurt me. Make me your nasty slut.”

Trayvon grinned, his piercing stare burning into her as he ground his bulge against her ass, his hands bruising her body with every squeeze. Regina’s eyes darted to the rearview mirror, her face a mask of horror, while Richard drove in silence, his submission to Trayvon’s threat complete. Kennedy reveled in it, her obsession with Trayvon’s dangerous allure consuming her, their filthy talk and savage makeout session a defiant claim of her place as his teenage white bitch, her surgically-enhanced body his to dominate.

Her body was a live wire, her surgically-enhanced curves trembling as she straddled Trayvon’s massive lap in the backseat of the Vanderholts’ sleek black SUV. The neon-pink bikini top strained against her obscene, fake tits, the taut skin flushed from his abuse, while her black leather micro-skirt rode up, exposing her hot-pink thong, soaked through with her arousal. Her fishnet thigh-highs clung to her toned legs, and her six-inch platform stilettos dug into the seat as she ground her thong-clad ass against the throbbing bulge in Trayvon’s faded jeans, his eleven-inch cock radiating heat through the fabric. Her glossy brunette hair spilled over her shoulders, framing her high cheekbones, pouty lips, and piercing green eyes, which burned with desperate lust. Trayvon’s 6’4” muscular frame dominated the space, his tattoos snaking under his tight black tank top, his piercing stare locked onto her with predatory hunger.

Trayvon’s thick fingers slipped inside her thong, plunging into her sopping wet cunt, his rough thrusts making her gasp. “Fuck, jailbait, this pussy drippin’ for your nigga,” he taunted, his voice a low growl. His other hand crushed her fake tit, kneading the taut flesh with brutal force, his strong fingers digging in painfully, leaving red marks. Kennedy whimpered, the sharp agony blending with pleasure, her pussy clenching around his fingers as she reveled in his power.

“God, Trayvon, fuck, it hurts so good!” she moaned, her voice high and needy, her crimson nails clawing at his chiseled arms. She kissed him hungrily, her tongue dancing with his, her lips swollen as she ran her hands over his rippling muscles, cooing, “You’re so fuckin’ strong, baby. So powerful. Hurt your slut more, please, baby!”

“Damn right, hoe,” Trayvon snarled, twisting her nipple through the bikini top, the vicious pinch making her squeal in pained ecstasy. “These fake tits mine to fuck up, jailbait. You love this shit, don’t you?”

“Yes, fuck, I love it!” Kennedy cried, her head thrown back, her glossy hair cascading across his lap as she bucked against his fingers, her juices soaking his hand. Her hand slid down, squeezing the massive bulge at his crotch, stroking it through the denim, her pussy gushing onto his lap. “Fuck, Trayvon, this cock’s so fucking big,” she whined, her voice dripping with worship. “I want it in my mouth, baby. Wanna suck that monster till you cum.”

Trayvon’s hand cracked against her ass, the rough smack echoing in the SUV, making her yelp in delight. “Get busy then, bitch,” he growled, his grin wicked. “Be a good hoe for your nigga. Show me what that slutty mouth can do.”

Squealing with excitement, Kennedy slid off his lap, her fake tits bouncing as she settled next to him on the leather seat. Her crimson nails fumbled with his zipper, her breath hitching as she tugged his jeans down, freeing his massive eleven-inch cock. It sprang out, thick and veiny, the throbbing shaft as hard as steel, its sheer size making her eyes widen. She wrapped her delicate hands around it, feeling its pulsing strength, its raw power sending shivers through her. “Fuck, it’s so huge,” she gasped, her voice trembling with awe, her sixteen-year-old pussy dripping as she stroked it slowly, savoring every inch.

“Damn, jailbait, you lovin’ that dick, huh?” Trayvon rasped, his hand gripping her hair, tugging her head toward his cock. “Worship it, bitch. Show your nigga how nasty you get.”

“Mmm, Trayvon, it’s fuckin’ perfect,” Kennedy purred, her green eyes locked on his as she leaned down, her glossy lips brushing his throbbing cockhead. Her tongue flicked out, tasting his salty precum, swirling around the swollen tip with slow, teasing licks. “Tastes so good, baby,” she moaned, her voice muffled as she worshipped him, her hands stroking the thick shaft. “I’m your filthy white slut. Gonna suck this cock like a good hoe.”