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The Tradition – Season 1 – Episode 8

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Episode 8:

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Doreen stood up and headed for the door. She shuffled out of her office with Mr. Rick in tow. When she reached Holding Room D she opened the door and walked through.

 

“This is the room?” John asked.

 

“Yes.”

 

John walked over toward the file cabinet furthest from the door.

 

“If that’s the case, then I should find some zip ties in this drawer, correct?”

 

John opened the top drawer of the cabinet and pulled out a handful of plastic zip ties.

 

“Very good. Another part of Jamal’s story checks out. Things aren’t looking very good for you, Doreen. Not good at all.”

 

“I’ll ask you again. What do you want from me, Mr. Rick?”

 

“I want compensation for my nephew. I want what you took from him. I want your innocence, Doreen. But since I’m sure it’s far too late for that, I’ll take what you can give me. I want your dignity.”

 

Doreen’s eyes bulged and her mouth opened into an ‘O’.

 

“Now get over here.”

 

John lunged across the room in two quick steps. He grabbed a fistful of Doreen’s shoulder-length blonde hair and snapped her head backward.

 

“I will forget about the lawsuit if you do exactly as I tell you. Do you understand me, Doreen?”

 

“Y-y-yes,” Doreen stammered.

 

“Good,” John spat. “Take off your clothes.”

 

“Excuse me?”

 

“You heard me the first time, bitch. Don’t make me repeat myself.”

 

Doreen pulled her sweater over her head. She unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. She stood in front of the angry black man in just a bra and her boots.

 

“No panties, I see. Another part of Jamal’s story confirmed.”

 

“Whatever.”

 

“Take off the bra. You can leave the boots on.”

 

Doreen unhooked her bra and threw it on the floor. He large, saggy tits hung free for the first time all day.

 

John secured Doreen’s wrists behind her back using two of the zip ties.

 

“On your knees.”

 

Doreen dropped to the floor.

 

“I understand that you have a thing for black dick–especially young black dick. Tonight you’re going to come face to face with a grown man’s dick. I promise you, it won’t be the same.”

 

John removed his belt and set it on the table. He unfastened his pants, pulled down his underwear, and released his cock. It was long, thick, and fully erect.

 

“Time for you to find out how a grown man’s dick tastes.”

 

John grabbed a handful of Doreen’s hair and pulled her face toward his cock. She opened her mouth just in time to swallow the head and several inches of the thick shaft.

 

“Swallow it, bitch. Swallow that black dick.”

 

John forced two more inches into Doreen’s mouth. He stopped pushing when the head of his cock hit the back of Doreen’s throat.

 

“Suck it whore. Swallow that dick.”

 

John grabbed two fistfuls of hair and rocked Doreen’s mouth back and forth on his cock. He pulled her hair until tears rolled down her cheeks. He stopped when Doreen coughed, followed a second later by a gush of saliva.

 

“You like the way that dick tastes? Do you, whore? Do you like that tasty dick?”

 

John slapped Doreen on the cheek and then pushed her face downward.

 

“Taste my balls.”

 

Doreen extended her tongue and licked the black man’s balls. They were big and smooth, and already wet with her saliva. She licked and sucked the dark orbs, tasting his salt and sweat and her own saliva with every contact of her tongue on his skin.

 

“Hold on, bitch. You seem to be enjoying this a little too much.”

 

John pulled his pants down to his knees and sat on the folding steel chair.

 

“Come here, slut.”

 

John grabbed Doreen’s hair and pulled her down to his crotch. He leaned back on the chair, pulled his legs up in the air, and pushed Doreen’s face toward his butt

 

“Taste my black ass, whore.”

 

“I don’t– ” Doreen protested.

 

“Whatever it is that you think you will or won’t do is totally irrelevant, now. You are going to do whatever I say. If I tell you to swallow my foot, you’re going to tell me how it tastes. If I tell you to drink your own piss, you’re going to stand on your head until you figure out how to aim a stream into your mouth. Are you comprehending the gravity of your situation, Doreen?”

 

Before she could answer, John pushed Doreen’s face into the crack of his ass. Doreen tried to resist, but positioned on her knees with her hands bound behind her back, she was powerless against John’s strong arms. He rubbed her nose in his ass crack and then wrapped his legs around her head for emphasis.

 

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