Chapter 6

Kennedy stumbled into her bedroom, her pale, curvaceous body still buzzing from the savage fucking Trayvon had delivered downstairs. Her neon-pink bikini top hung in tatters, barely clinging to her massive, surgically-enhanced tits, the fake spheres bruised with red handprints from his brutal grip. The black leather micro-skirt rode up her creamy hips, her hot-pink thong soaked with cum and her own juices, fishnet thigh-highs torn at the knees, and six-inch platform stilettos clicking unsteadily on the hardwood floor. Her long, glossy brown hair was a tangled mess, mascara streaked down her high cheekbones, and her full lips, swollen from choking on his eleven-inch black cock, glistened with spit and cum. Yet her piercing green eyes gleamed with obsessive lust, her teenage body craving more of her black thug’s dominance.

She hurried into the ensuite bathroom, the opulent marble space gleaming under soft lighting. Stripping off her ruined outfit, Kennedy stepped into the glass shower, the hot water cascading over her pale, flawless skin, her fake tits jutting obscenely, their bruised surfaces stinging as she lathered them with jasmine-scented soap. Her slim fingers traced her flat stomach, sliding down to her shaved pussy, still tender and gaping from Trayvon’s savage thrusts, the thought of his cum dripping from her cuntlips making her clit throb. She washed quickly, her pussy juicing up as she heard Trayvon’s deep voice booming downstairs, threatening her parents with chilling menace. The sound of his dominance—his black hand likely gripping Richard’s throat, his crude demands terrifying Regina—sent shivers of masochistic delight through her, her white fingers teasing her swollen cuntlips before she forced herself to focus.

Stepping out, Kennedy wrapped a plush towel around her dripping body, her fake tits straining the fabric as she padded to the vanity mirror. She blow-dried her thick brown hair, brushing it into perfect, glossy waves that cascaded past her shoulders, framing her heart-shaped face. The thought of Trayvon’s dark hands fisting those locks made her pussy clench, her green eyes darkening with arousal. She could still hear his threats echoing—something about “fuckin’ up this fancy-ass house” if Richard didn’t deliver the cash—each word stoking her obsession with his violent power.

Kennedy glided into her enormous walk-in closet, the racks lined with designer outfits tailored to her curvaceous figure. She wanted something to make Trayvon’s cock throb, something to scream “jailbait white slut.” Her fingers grazed a sheer black lace teddy, its plunging neckline and high-cut thong perfect to showcase her fake tits and pert ass. She slipped it on, the delicate fabric clinging to her pale skin, her massive implants nearly spilling out, the thong disappearing between her creamy asscheeks. She paired it with thigh-high black mesh stockings, their silky texture accentuating her toned legs, and swapped her stilettos for strappy silver platform heels that made her ass pop. Standing before the full-length mirror, she admired her reflection—her white body a stark contrast to the dark lingerie, her surgically-enhanced curves screaming for Trayvon’s abuse. Her pussy soaked the thong as she imagined his tattooed black frame towering over her, his eleven-inch cock splitting her open again.

At the vanity makeup table, Kennedy perfected her look. She applied smoky eyeshadow, making her green eyes pop, and layered on black eyeliner and mascara to enhance her sultry gaze. Her high cheekbones shimmered with highlighter, and she painted her full lips with glossy red lipstick, the shade screaming “fuck me.” She added dangling diamond earrings that sparkled against her glossy hair and a delicate silver anklet that glinted on her pale ankle, knowing Trayvon would notice every detail. Spritzing herself with a musky perfume, she inhaled deeply, her fake tits heaving, her pussy throbbing at the thought of his dark hands mauling her again. Downstairs, Trayvon’s voice grew louder, barking at Regina to “hurry the fuck up with that dinner,” and Kennedy’s clit pulsed, her mind linking his cruelty to her arousal.

Finally, Kennedy reclined on her king-sized bed, its silk sheets a deep crimson that contrasted with her pale, lingerie-clad body. She arranged herself in a sexy pose—propped on one elbow, her fake tits thrust forward, one leg bent to accentuate her mesh-clad thigh, her glossy hair fanning across the pillows. Her green eyes smoldered with anticipation, her thong-soaked pussy aching for Trayvon’s touch. The distant sound of his threats—now mocking Richard as a “pussy-ass bitch”—made her squirm, her white fingers grazing her inner thigh as she imagined his black cock claiming her again.

Minutes later, Trayvon strode into the bedroom, his 6’4” muscular frame filling the doorway. His dark skin gleamed with sweat, his prison tattoos snaking across his chiseled arms and chest, his shaved head and piercing stare exuding menace. He wore a tight black tank top and low-slung jeans, the bulge of his massive cock already straining the denim. “Fuck, this place is tight,” he growled, his eyes scanning the room’s lavish decor—plush carpets, gold-accented furniture, a chandelier glinting above. “Your daddy’s got bank, jailbait. This crib’s gonna be my fuckin’ palace.”

His gaze locked onto Kennedy, and his grin widened, predatory and lustful. “Goddamn, white bitch, you lookin’ like a fuckin’ pornstar.” He strode to the bed, his heavy steps making her pussy clench, and leaned down, capturing her glossy red lips in a lusty kiss. His thick tongue invaded her mouth, tasting of dominance, as his dark hands roamed her pale body. Kennedy moaned into the kiss, her white hands clutching his ebony biceps, their racial contrast igniting her arousal. Trayvon’s fingers mauled her fake tits, squeezing the bruised implants through the sheer lace, pinching her nipples until she gasped, her pussy gushing into the thong.

“Fuck, these fake-ass titties are perfect,” he growled against her lips, his black hand slipping down to her thong, ripping it aside to plunge two thick fingers into her tight white pussy. Kennedy’s back arched, her moans loud and desperate, her green eyes locked on his tattooed frame as he finger-fucked her, his knuckles grazing her swollen clit. “You wet as fuck for this nigga dick, ain’t you, jailbait?” he taunted, his fingers curling inside her, drawing a shuddering climax that made her pale thighs tremble.

Kennedy’s hands roamed his muscular chest, tracing the gang insignias etched into his dark skin, her pussy throbbing at his criminal past. “I love you, Trayvon,” she whimpered, her voice thick with lust, her white fingers stroking his bulging cock through his jeans. “I’m your nasty white slut, always.” She kissed him hungrily, her tongue dancing with his, her fake tits pressed against his chest as his fingers worked her cunt, driving her toward another climax. The distant sound of her parents’ muffled voices downstairs—Richard’s weak protests, Regina’s stifled sobs—only fueled her ecstasy, her psyche permanently wired to crave Trayvon’s abusive dominance.

Trayvon’s dark hands gripped Kennedy’s pale, lingerie-clad body with brutal force, his raw strength making her shriek in masochistic excitement. Her green eyes blazed with lust, her pussy soaking the sheer black lace thong as he manhandled her like a ragdoll. With a predatory grin, he flipped her onto her back, her massive fake tits bouncing obscenely in the sheer teddy, her glossy brown hair spilling over the crimson silk sheets. He maneuvered her roughly, dragging her until her head hung off the edge of the bed, her pale face upside down, her full red lips parted, and her piercing green eyes locked on his towering black frame. Kennedy’s heart raced, her pussy clenching at the sight of his tattooed muscles flexing, his dominance consuming her.

“Fuck, jailbait, you look like a nasty white slut beggin’ for this nigga dick,” Trayvon growled, his deep voice dripping with misogyny as he pinned her in place, one dark hand gripping her creamy thigh, the other pressing her shoulder down. Kennedy moaned, her pale body trembling with anticipation, her fake tits heaving as she stared upside down at his chiseled abs and the massive bulge straining his low-slung jeans. With a swift motion, he shoved down his pants, his eleven-inch black cock springing free, veiny and thick as a Red Bull can, the dark shaft glistening with precum. Kennedy’s mouth watered, her pussy gushing at the sight of his monster cock, her white fingers clutching the sheets as he loomed over her.

“Open that slut mouth, bitch,” he barked, grabbing his cock and smacking it against her glossy red lips. Kennedy obeyed instantly, her jaw stretching wide as he shoved his massive black cock into her mouth, the thick head hitting the back of her throat. She gagged wetly, her pale throat constricting, mascara-streaked tears spilling down her upside-down face, but her pussy throbbed with masochistic ecstasy. Trayvon’s dark hand clamped onto her slender neck, his fingers tightening just enough to make her feel like his toy, his thrusts slow and deliberate as he used her mouth to service his cock. “That’s it, white hoe, choke on this nigga dick,” he taunted, his voice thick with sadistic pleasure, each degrading word driving Kennedy wild with Coercion fueled her lust, her clit pulsing as she squirmed.

Trayvon’s grip tightened, his black fingers fisting her glossy brown hair, yanking hard for leverage as he began violently skull-fucking her. His massive cock slammed into her mouth, the veiny shaft stretching her lips painfully, her wet gurgling and choking noises filling the room as spit and precum dripped down her pale cheeks. Kennedy’s pale body spasmed, her mesh-clad thighs trembling as his abusive treatment pushed her over the edge. A shuddering climax ripped through her, her pussy gushing into the thong, her green eyes rolling back as she worshipped his dominance. “Fuck yeah, you cummin’ from gettin’ used, jailbait slut,” he sneered, his thrusts growing harder, the wet slaps of his cock against her throat echoing in the lavish bedroom.

His other hand mauled her fake tits, crushing the bruised implants through the sheer lace, his strong fingers slapping the pale, spherical mounds until red handprints bloomed on her creamy skin. Kennedy screamed around his cock, the pain amplifying her pleasure, her psyche permanently wired to crave his violence. “Look at these fake-ass titties bouncin’,” he mocked, pinching her nipples viciously, making her gag harder, her throat convulsing around his shaft. Her white fingers clawed at his muscular thighs, tracing his gang tattoos, her pussy clenching with every brutal thrust, her body surrendering completely to his sadistic control. The distant sound of Regina’s stifled sobs downstairs only fueled Kennedy’s depravity, her mind consumed by Trayvon’s black cock and the power he wielded over her and her broken parents.

Trayvon’s thrusts grew frenzied, his massive black cock slamming into Kennedy’s pale throat as he roared, his dark, tattooed body tensing. “Take this nigga cum, jailbait slut!” he bellowed, his eleven-inch shaft pulsing as he unleashed a thick, hot load down her neck, the torrent flooding her belly. Kennedy gagged, her green eyes wide with lustful awe, struggling to swallow the creamy deluge. Her full red lips stretched around his cock, but globs of Trayvon’s thick cum oozed out, dribbling down her upside-down face, coating her high cheekbones and matting her glossy brown hair. His dark hands mauled her fake tits, beating the bruised, spherical implants through the sheer black lace teddy, red handprints blooming on her creamy skin. The pain and degradation triggered a shattering orgasm in Kennedy, her pale body convulsing, her pussy gushing into the soaked thong, her muffled screams vibrating around his cock as her clit throbbed with ecstasy.

With a final grunt, Trayvon yanked his massive cock from her mouth, the veiny shaft glistening with spit and cum. Kennedy gasped for air, her pale chest heaving, her mascara-streaked face a mess of cum and tears as she lay with her head hanging off the bed. “Fuck, Trayvon, you’re so fucking incredible,” she rasped, her voice thick with worship, her green eyes gleaming as she licked the cum from her swollen lips, savoring his taste. Her fake tits ached, her pussy still spasming from her climax, her entire being consumed by his dominance.

“Get your ass up, white hoe,” Trayvon growled, sprawling on the crimson silk sheets, his muscular black frame glistening with sweat. “A hoe always gotta look pretty for her man. Go clean that nasty face and make yourself hot again.”

Kennedy’s pussy clenched at his command, her heart racing with submissive delight. “Yes, baby, anything for you,” she purred, scrambling off the bed, her strappy silver platform heels clicking as she hurried to the ensuite bathroom, her pale, curvaceous body swaying, the torn lace teddy barely containing her bruised fake tits.

In the marble bathroom, Kennedy stripped off the ruined teddy, her massive implants jiggling as she stepped to the sink. She ran warm water, splashing it over her cum-streaked face, her delicate white fingers scrubbing away the sticky mess. Trayvon’s voice boomed from the bedroom, his tone crude and demanding. “Yo, jailbait, who’s this blonde bitch on your phone? She got an ass like that for a nigga to smack?”

Kennedy giggled, her pussy juicing at his interest in her friends. “That’s Madison, baby,” she called back, toweling her face dry, her green eyes sparkling in the mirror. “She’s got a tight, round ass, loves showing it off in tiny shorts. You’d make her scream.”

Kennedy lathered jasmine-scented soap over her pale skin, washing the sweat and cum from her bruised tits, wincing as her fingers grazed the tender handprints. She rinsed carefully, her flat stomach glistening, her shaved pussy still tender from Trayvon’s abuse. From the bed, Trayvon scrolled through her Instagram, his voice laced with lust. “What about this redhead, Chloe? She a freaky slut like you? Bet she’d choke on this nigga dick.”

Kennedy smirked, stepping into a fresh black satin thong, the fabric hugging her pert ass. “Chloe’s a total flirt, baby,” she replied, slipping into a sheer red babydoll dress, the hem barely covering her ass, her fake tits straining the neckline. “She’d melt for your cock, probably beg for it.”

At the vanity, Kennedy blow-dried her thick brown hair, brushing it into glossy waves that cascaded past her shoulders, framing her heart-shaped face. She applied smoky eyeshadow and black eyeliner, making her green eyes pop, and layered on glossy pink lipstick, the shade screaming “fuck me.” Trayvon’s next question cut through her focus. “Lian, this Asian chick—she look like she’d take it rough. Bet I could break that bitch.”

Kennedy’s clit throbbed as she spritzed musky perfume on her pale neck, the scent mingling with her arousal. “Lian’s all cool and sexy, baby,” she answered, fastening diamond stud earrings that glinted against her hair. “She acts untouchable, but she’d crumble for you, let you wreck her.”

Kennedy slipped on black fishnet thigh-highs, the silky mesh accentuating her toned legs, and stepped into red platform stilettos, her ass popping with each step. She added a silver choker necklace, the delicate chain gleaming against her creamy throat, knowing Trayvon would love gripping it. “Yo, these bitches all hot, but you my prime white slut,” Trayvon called, his voice smug as he lounged on her bed, still scrolling her phone. “Which one’s the freakiest? I’ma need a lineup for this nigga.”

Kennedy laughed, her pussy soaking the satin thong as she sashayed to the mirror, admiring her reflection—her pale, curvaceous body a vision of slutty perfection, her fake tits and glossy hair screaming for Trayvon’s abuse. “They’re all freaky, baby, but I’m your nastiest,” she purred, adjusting her babydoll dress to bare more cleavage. “I’ll make sure they know you’re the king.”

Satisfied with her look, Kennedy posed in the doorway, one hand on her hip, her fake tits thrust forward, her green eyes smoldering with anticipation. Trayvon’s piercing stare raked over her, his massive cock twitching in his jeans as he grinned, predatory and approving. The distant sound of Regina’s clattering in the kitchen—likely preparing the dinner Trayvon demanded—only heightened Kennedy’s arousal, her psyche reveling in his control over her broken parents and her own submissive devotion to her black thug.

For hours, Trayvon and Kennedy lost themselves in a haze of savage fucking and tangled limbs on her crimson silk sheets, their white and black bodies a stark contrast as he dominated her pale, curvaceous frame. Kennedy’s sheer red babydoll dress lay shredded on the floor, her black satin thong long discarded, her massive fake tits bruised and bouncing with every brutal thrust of Trayvon’s eleven-inch black cock. Her fishnet thigh-highs were torn, her red platform stilettos still clinging to her feet, her glossy brown hair a sweaty mess as her green eyes worshipped his tattooed, muscular frame. Trayvon’s stamina was relentless, his dark skin gleaming with sweat, his gang tattoos flexing as he manhandled her into one depraved position after another, his thick cum seemingly endless, her pussy and psyche permanently molded to crave his abusive dominance.

He started by flipping Kennedy onto her hands and knees, her pale ass high, her fake tits swaying as he gripped her creamy hips and slammed his massive cock into her tight white pussy. Kennedy screamed, her pussy stretching painfully, her clit throbbing as she climaxed instantly, red handprints blooming on her ass from his brutal smacks. “Fuck, jailbait, this pussy’s mine,” he growled, yanking her glossy hair, her pale body spasming through mini-orgasms as he pounded her, his black balls slapping her swollen cuntlips. Kennedy’s moans filled the room, her juices dripping down her thighs, her mind blown by his raw power.

Trayvon then pulled out, flipping her onto her side, lifting one of her fishnet-clad legs over his broad shoulder. He plunged his veiny cock back into her gaping pussy, his dark hand crushing her bruised fake tits, twisting her nipples until she shrieked in masochistic delight. Kennedy’s green eyes locked on his piercing stare, her white fingers tracing his gang insignias, her pussy gushing as he taunted, “You love this nigga dick wreckin’ you, white slut.” She came again, her pale body trembling, her screams echoing as he fucked her sideways, his thrusts relentless, his cum-slick cock stretching her to the limit.

Amazed at his stamina, Kennedy panted between rounds, her pale body sprawled beside his chiseled black frame, her fake tits heaving, her pussy leaking his cum. “God, Trayvon, how do you keep going? You’re like a fucking machine,” she gasped, her voice thick with awe, her green eyes wide as she stroked his still-hard cock.

Trayvon grinned, his dark hand smacking her ass, making her yelp. “Years in the pen, jailbait. Jackin’ off to bitches like you, savin’ up for a fine-ass white teenage hoe like this,” he said, his voice dripping with crude pride. “You keep this pussy wet, I ain’t never stoppin’.”

Kennedy giggled, her pussy clenching at his words. “You’re so fucking sexy, baby,” she purred, straddling his lap, her pale thighs bracketing his dark hips. “I love how you take charge, command me. You’re my king.” She kissed him hungrily, her glossy lips melding with his, her fake tits pressed against his tattooed chest, her clit throbbing at his dominance.

In a brief lull, Kennedy grabbed her phone, her pale fingers trembling with excitement as she snuggled against Trayvon’s muscular frame. She snapped a provocative selfie, her mascara-streaked face glowing, her glossy brown hair fanning across his dark shoulder, her fake tits barely covered by her torn fishnet thigh-highs pulled up like a makeshift top. Trayvon’s piercing stare and smug grin dominated the frame, his black hand resting possessively on her creamy thigh. She posted it to Instagram with the caption: “Hours with my thug king and I’m in HEAVEN! His stamina’s unreal, my body’s his 4ever #FelonBae #ThugLove #WhiteSlut #CumQueen.” Comments flooded in: BadVibeZ wrote, “Damn girl, you livin’ the DREAM! He’s a beast!” SluttySiren gushed, “Goals AF! That glow tho, get it!” HoodCrush added, “You servin’ that thug real good, queen!”

They dove back into fucking, Trayvon’s hunger undimmed. He hoisted Kennedy into a reverse cowgirl position, her pale ass bouncing as she straddled his massive cock, her red stilettos digging into the mattress. He gripped her creamy hips, slamming her down onto his veiny shaft, her pussy clenching as she screamed, her fake tits jiggling wildly. “Ride that nigga dick, white bitch,” he barked, smacking her ass until it glowed red, her juices soaking his balls. Kennedy’s green eyes rolled back, her body shuddering through another climax, her pussy spasming around his cock as he pumped more thick cum into her, the overflow dripping down her pale thighs.

Trayvon then shoved her face-down onto the bed, her bruised fake tits crushed against the silk sheets, her pale ass arched high. He mounted her from behind, his black cock splitting her pussy open, his dark hands fisting her glossy hair as he fucked her prone, his thrusts savage and unrelenting. Kennedy’s screams mingled pain and ecstasy, her pussy gushing as he slapped her ass and taunted, “This jailbait cunt’s addicted to nigga dick, ain’t it?” She climaxed again, her pale body convulsing, her mind consumed by his violent dominance, her submission to her black thug complete as the hours blurred into a relentless cycle of fucking and depravity.

The marathon of savage fucking paused as a soft knock sounded at Kennedy’s bedroom door, her pale, sweat-slick body sprawled across Trayvon’s chiseled black frame on the crimson silk sheets. Her massive fake tits, bruised and red from his brutal hands, heaved with each breath, her torn fishnet thigh-highs clinging to her creamy thighs, her red platform stilettos discarded on the floor. Her glossy brown hair was a tangled mess, her green eyes smoldering with lust, her shaved pussy leaking Trayvon’s thick cum. Trayvon, his 6’4” tattooed frame glistening, his eleven-inch black cock still semi-hard, propped himself on one elbow, his piercing stare fixed on the door. Kennedy’s mother, Regina, entered, her elegant blonde updo and tasteful cream dress a stark contrast to the depravity before her, her pale face tight with humiliation as she carried a silver tray laden with a lavish dinner.

Regina had outdone herself, the meal a testament to her socialite finesse despite her trembling hands. The tray held seared filet mignon, drizzled with a truffle-infused demi-glace, paired with creamy lobster mashed potatoes flecked with chives. Roasted asparagus spears, glazed with balsamic reduction, sat beside a vibrant heirloom tomato salad with burrata and basil. A basket of warm, rosemary-flecked focaccia and a chilled bottle of sparkling Pellegrino completed the spread, the crystal glassware glinting under the chandelier. The aroma of rich beef and buttery lobster filled the room, a fleeting reminder of the Vanderholt’s opulence.

Trayvon’s eyes lit up, his predatory grin widening as he surveyed the feast. “Damn, blondie, you cook like you tryna get fucked,” he said, his voice thick with crude amusement. “This some gourmet-ass shit. You keep feedin’ me like this, I might keep you around.” He laughed, his dark hand smacking Kennedy’s pale ass, making her yelp and giggle, her pussy clenching at his dominance.

Kennedy, emboldened by Trayvon’s presence and her own princess-like entitlement, sneered at her mother, her green eyes flashing with bitchy disdain. “Took you long enough, Regina,” she snapped, lounging against Trayvon’s muscular chest, her fake tits jutting obscenely. “What, were you jerking off in the kitchen or something? Set it up on the table and don’t fuck it up.”