Nik woke up feeling Valerie's face nuzzle into his broad chest. She looked completely at peace, resting there in complete safety, so safe that she had drooled all over him. He hit the alarm on his phone, the stirring waking up Valerie from her deep slumber.
"Morning, Massa," she yawned, her face not lifting itself from the makeshift pillow.
"You look beat still," he answered, stroking her hair.
"I know, don't remind me."
Slowly, her face rubbed its way down his muscular body, over the ridges in his abs, and down to her awaiting breakfast.
"Did you already cum on my face?" she asked, wiping off the semi-dried saliva from her cheek.
"You drool at night. I always tell you but now you'll believe me."
"Whatever. I'll use it to wake this up," she slurred, stroking off Nik's thick cock. "I never got this in the evening before I passed out, and I need a quickie."
Her mouth engulfed the head, sucking and slobbering on the Ivory Tower, immediately tasting precum. Nik laid back on the bed, hands under his head, as he allowed Valerie to enjoy herself without interference. He simply enjoyed providing her a nutritious, protein packed breakfast.
Dark fingers massaged his balls, cooking up the jizz held within, wanting to help get the quality at its best. After fucking for the past few months, she learned more than enough tricks to get the best out of her Massa, as well as what buttons to push when she wanted it quick or long. It also helped that Nik held complete control over his cumming, a unique trait he learned in the JAV industry.
"Baby, I need your batter so fucking bad right now. Fill my mouth full with your white jizz, just fucking cum for me," Valerie told him, aggressively, starting to wake up. "This white cock is mine and you know it. I've got bigger tits than Gale, and my black cunt milks you dry, 100% satisfaction every time."
"Want my protein for breakfast, nigger? Tell Massa what a good house nigger you are," he groaned, reaching forward to yank Val's lips away by her long hair.
She purred, tongue lashing out to try and lick the tip but his experienced eye picked just the right distance for it to fail.
"You know I'm the head bitch. I'm the harem alpha, Massa. I keep the other bitches in line, you kinky fucker. Michelle is a cuck, Gale is a wackjob, and Rai only cares about keeping you under her thumb. I keep them all in line like a good house nigger, making sure Massa's Harem Plantation runs smoothly so these balls are drained and satisfied."
"You're an ambitious woman, Val, wanting to be a harem alpha. You know that means your needs are always put last for the good of the harem," he tells her, smacking her face with his thick cock. "You can't just monopolize me. All the girls need to be kept happy and disciplined."
He shoved the cock back into her mouth, grunting loudly as her tongue immediately coiled around the veiny shaft. He let his stamina slip, allowing Valerie to enjoy the cream for her coffee. Powerful blasts of jizz slopped against the back of her throat.
Hair free of its restraint, she facefucked herself on the Ivory Tower, gagging loudly, wanting every millilitre of goo to ooze out of the tip and into her needy, ebony mouth. Once she felt his balls temporarily drained, Valerie winked at him and threw her head back. Loud gargling sounds emanated from her throat, and she let little air bubbles cascade the air zone above her lips. She did this until the smooth liquid slid down her throat naturally, making a new home in an empty, hungry belly.
"I needed this so much, baby," she cooed, sliding up his body to snuggle with him for one more moment. "I want to call in sick and spend the entire day in your arms but the school would burn down."
"Yeah, tough being the boss. Hey, were you serious a moment ago, about the harem alpha role?" he asked.
"Yeah, kinda, I don't know, it just came to mind and sounded hot. It is a harem, and my Massa does need a leader to keep us bitches in check."
Valerie purred, snuggling into his inviting, thick chest, trying not to fall asleep at the same time.
"You're right, you know."
"Right about what?" she yawned.
"Your assessment of the four of you, spot on. I shouldn't admit it, but it is true. Not everyone in a harem is meant to lead a harem. Michelle and Maya would assume Gale would be in charge, since she clings to me like a daddy's girl. But she is just that, a daddy's girl. She only cares about herself in conjunction with me. Everyone else's needs mean nothing to her."
"You need to buy me a better collar. I'm not much of a material girl but I am a rank whore. Why else would I become a principal so young," she laughed, kissing him passionately on the lips.
X
Michelle drove back home from work, tired and cranky from a bunch of gangbangers reading a porno in her classroom during free reading time. They took the 'anything' a little too literally. As her house came into view, she saw a familiar car in the driveway, as well as her husband's parked in its usual spot.
Stopping so they both could get out, Michelle sighed. Nik had been busy in Valerie's office afterschool and she really needed a good fucking. She did not want to walk in on this, but she also needed important papers she left in the bedroom. Walking inside, the silence confused her. Voices then perked up her ears but they were not the sounds she expected.
"So I told him to go punch the kid in the face. If he is going to bully you, stand up for yourself. I won't be mad at you for that," the unknown voice said, as Michelle got closer.
"Did he?" Ty asked.
"Left the punk with a black eye. I figured my number one lawyer would get my boy out of hot water if needed."
"Simple self-defence. Easy pro-bono to fill up my quota for the month...oh, Michelle...I didn't see you there...," Ty began to stammer.
"Hi, dear, I got home early to pick up some forms. Who is your friend?" she asked, curious.
"You must be the missus. Garret, Garret Taylor. I'm a friend of your husband," he smiled, standing up to shake her hand.
"Just a friend?" she commented, returning the handshake.
"That is a tight grip. She wear the pants in the family, buddy?" he teased Ty.
"Garret and I met during law school. I never introduced you two?" Ty explained.
"You don't have any white lawyers at your firm, dear. Who do you work for? If you're a lawyer, why ask my husband for a favor?"
"Sure she is a teacher and not a cop?" Garret joked. "Conflict of interest, doll. I don't want to represent my son and there be a problem."
"We do each other favors from time to time, Michelle," Ty interjected.
"Don't mind me, boys. Go back to your conversation. I just need to pick up some forms and I'll be out of your hair."
"I really should be going anyways. Wife needs me back home soon or she'll pitch a fit. You know how black women get," he jabbed Ty in the ribs. "The ball and chain will have my balls in a vice."
"You must have a loving relationship to be able to call her a ball and chain," Michelle enquired.
"She and I get along great, detective. Now then, I bid you both adieu. I'll see you tomorrow, Ty."
"Yeah, see you tomorrow, Garret."
Michelle waited for the white lawyer to leave, standing there, tapping her foot.
"What?" Ty asked.
