Chapter 11

Billy Casper didn’t waste any time when Keisha arrived back home. He had given into her demands that she be allowed to meet her friends for their weekly run so they wouldn’t get worried about her absence, but that was only after a superb blow job. It made Billy realized how easily it was to control the beautiful colored woman now that he not only had the ICE threat hanging over her head, but also the sex videos he made of them. It seemed to Billy that Keisha seemed even more concerned about the movies than the immigration services.

“Miss me much?” Billy asked as soon as Keisha had waved good bye to her friends and closed the door. He had been standing just out of sight with that look in his eye. It left no doubt what his intentions were.

“Jesus Christ is there no end to this? This little pervert is insatiable and there is nothing I can do about it,” Keisha muttered but not loud enough for her baby faced tormentor to hear.

“Yes Billy, I sure did,” she dutifully recited the response he made her use to show proper respect for him.

She continued the ritual by picking the sick little runt up in her arms. He clung to her with his short legs wrapped tightly around her waist so that his face was almost level with hers. Without being told, she held him close while kissing him over and over again. Finally satisfied, Billy lowered his face until it was buried between the mounds of her boobs. It didn’t matter to him that she sweaty and stank from the vigorous five mile run.

Without a word she put her hands underneath his ass for support and carried him over to the sofa. Although she wished she could drop the demented little guy on his head on her hardwood floor, she lowered him down to the sofa cushions as carefully as she would a baby.

Billy leered up at her as she remained bent over so he could undo her top and push aside her sports bra. His eager hands and mouth immediately attacked her boobs and Keisha although didn’t nothing to deter him, she did utter a weak protest.

“Please Billy, I need a shower first. Then we can have some more best friend activities, okay?”

Billy took his mouth off her breasts long enough to look at her with a grin.

“Sure, why not. It’ll freshen you up real nice for me and I could use one too. Maybe I’ll even help,” he winked at her.

Keisha was appalled at the idea of showering with him but she knew better than arguing with him.

She nodded in agreement, gathered the diminutive little bastard in her arms again and carried him to the bathroom. As per the ritual Billy had established, Keisha sat him down on the bathroom counter and began tugging his t-shirt off his scrawny hairless chest. Then she knelt down and pulled off his socks. By this time Billy was standing on the counter, waiting for his best friend to pull down his pants and shorts. She couldn’t help but notice his cock, looking big for his small frame, was already standing at attention and ready for action. 0Keisha was revolted at the sight of it but dutifully took it in her hands and stroked it.

“Good, very good, now you,” Billy ordered.

Keisha stepped back, stood in front of Billy and without a word began pulling off her top and sports bra, then pushed her running shorts and panties down to her ankles and pushed them away. Completely naked now she left Billy standing on the counter top and adjusted the shower so that is was at the right temperature.

Without a word she took Billy in her arms again. She was sorely tempted to drop him head first onto the tiled shower floor but instead she gently set him down on his feet. Then, as the warm water sprayed over them, Keisha began washing away the sweat from the morning run. While she shampooed her hair, Billy helped. His soapy hands were busy running up and down her long legs, into her pussy and all over her ass.

His busy hands made Keisha fume and she had never felt so helpless. She towered over him. The top of his head barely reached her boobs, which he was taking his time washing. The thought of squashing him like a bug was tempting but she wisely kept her temper in check.