Jamison's Sperm Ban Donation

After spending most of the night riding Jamison's black cock, Jeanne was a bit shaky at work the next morning, and that was before Jamison's roommate, Marcus, showed up in one of the patient rooms.

She'd seen Marcus spying on the two of them from hiding the night before and put on a little show for him as he secretly took video on his phone. Now he was sitting on the examining table in the sperm bank where she worked, his naked black cock jutting out in front of him.

"I heard this is a full-service sperm bank," he said with a knowing smile.

"Where did you hear that," she asked, taking a step toward him.

Marcus smirked and adjusted his hips, opening his legs a bit. His cock bounced a bit in front of her.

Jeanne reached toward the waistband of the scrub pants she was wearing as Marcus watched with hungry anticipation ...

... and she pulled her cell phone from her pocket.

She placed a video call and Jamison answered.

"Hey, girl, what's up?" he said with a bright grin.

"Did you brag to your friends about me?" she asked.

"No. What do you mean?"

"Did you tell anyone about the freaky white girl who helped you out at the sperm bank yesterday?"

"No," he said. "Of course not."

"Really?" she asked. "Because you'll never guess what happened at work today."

"Oh no, did you get in trouble?"

"No," she said, turning the phone to take in Marcus and his massive erection. "I got a visit from your buddy."

"Dude," he said. "What the fuck?"

Marcus shrugged with a laugh.

"So you told him?" she asked.

"No, I swear I didn't. Tell her man."

"I figured it out," Marcus said.

"We'd talked about pulling that trick," Jamison explained. "He must have seen that the sling and cast were missing yesterday, and then when I brought home a girl he'd never seen before who was wearing scrubs ... he just put two and two together."

"What do you mean he saw they were missing?" she asked.

"I ..." Jamison started, then paused. "Okay, so when I told you I'd broken my arm and dislocated my elbow last year?"

"Yeah," Jeanne said. "And you promised you wouldn't lie to me."

"This was before I promised that," he said quickly. "Anyway, he was the one who fell and hurt himself. The stuff was his. And when he kept it after getting better, we always joked about wearing it to the sperm bank to get someone to help us."

Jeanne said nothing. Off to the site, Marcus chuckled.

"That was before I agreed not to lie anymore," he said again. "I haven't lied since then."

"But you didn't correct the lies you'd said before," she said.

"I'm sorry," he said. "Let me make it up to you. What can I do."

"You can watch," she said and handed Marcus the phone. To Marcus, she said, "Make sure he gets everything."

While Jamison gave shocked cries of "no" on the phone, Jeanne slowly slipped off her scrub top and unclasped her bra. She then stepped out of her pants and walked toward Marcus in a thong. Marcus tipped the phone up and down, getting a shot of all of her.

Jamison continued to yell and cuss at Marcus. He reached down and pressed a button, muting Jamison.

She leaned in close, her tits touching his chest and whispered in his ear.

"But you saw all of this last night, didn't you," she said quietly. "I saw you watching us. Did you enjoy the show?"

Marcus nodded eagerly.

"Did you watch that video you took over and over again?"

He nodded again.

"And what did you do while watching it?" she asked. "Did you do this?"

She reached down and took his cock in her hand and began to pull on it. Even after taking Jamison's big black cock over and over again, in every way she could think of, over the last 24 hours, the size and thickness of Marcus still surprised her. She took his balls in her other hand and stroked them. They were large and warm.

"Did you like watching your roommate fucking me?" she asked, and Marcus nodded wildly.

She let go of him and leaned forward, dangling her tits over his cock. She rocked back and forth so they lightly batted against it. Then she squeezed them together and leaned back. He leaned forward and began to thrust, eagerly tit fucking her.

"Did you wish it was you?" she asked. "With your hands on my milky white tits, and your big, black cock up my tight little ass?"

Marcus groaned loudly, and his cock began to spew. Hot cum coated her chest, and a heavy spurt sent a stream up her face.

"That's it, baby," Jeanne said. "Cum for me. Cover me in cum from your black cock. Give it all to me."

Jamison had told her that Marcus broke up with a longtime girlfriend recently, and he clearly had some pent up frustration. He came and came. She kept her tits clamped together around him. She bent her head forward and took the tip of his cock, which extended upward to her chin, into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around it, tasting his salty, manliness. She sucked on the tip as he finished his last few spurts.

At last, he was done, and she released him. She then reached over to the counter and picked up the sample cup she'd brought into the room. She held it beneath her tits and ran her finger down between them, pushing globs of his goo into the cup. When it was filled past the line, she put the lid on.

"Got to be sure to get you your $50," she said.

Marcus handed her back her phone. She looked at the screen, cum still dripping between her tits. Marcus looked shocked but also a bit turned on.

"So, I'll see you after work?" she asked.

He nodded, and she hung up.

She then looked over her shoulder, where Marcus sat on the examining table, staring at her white ass, displayed around her thong.

"I guess I'll see you after work, too," she said.