Clarabelle Kent smiled as she thought of the other people who would be busying themselves at "Mista Luthah's" party. The strapping young gardener Jamal Olsen... he was a lot younger and trimmer than Clarabelle but still "Mistah Action" (as he liked the
former Superman to call him) loved to see her ride his big black dick. And Barry White, Mistah Luthah's butler -- he'd get a piece of Clarabelle too.
Maybe even Mistah Luthah. Oh, he was so good to her! Clarabelle Kent felt so ashamed to remember that she had used to battle him -- Lex Luthor had made certain she kept the memory. But at least he had forgiven her and given her a job -- Mistah Luthah was
such a genl'man! Like the way he'd rub Clarabelle's ass and call him his "special Supermaid" and his "big black butterball" and then ride her with his big ol' cock.
Clarabelle knew he didn't love her like he loved the "MIssus" but she still loved his attention.
"Clark, I mean 'Clara,' we have to leave!"
"Sho'nuff, MIssus Luthah. Once we gets yo' all pretty an' all."
"No, we have to leave right now!" Lois grabbed Clara's pudgy black arm and pulled her towards the door.
* * *
"Now I gotta get tah work, sugah," Harley laughed as Ivy squealed when the bigger woman swatted her butt. "Mr. J got things fer me tah do."
"'kay. Bye-bye, Harley."
Harley chuckled as she sauntered out. Ivy was cute an' all but sometimes she was a real bimbo.
Then her phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Harl. It's Baby Cakes."
"What is it?"
"Bet a butch girl like you would appreciate the l'l fun I wanna have wit' Mistah Jay."
* * *
Dickie and Titty were in one of their favouritest positions, each one sucking one of Master Alfie's big balls as he pulled their hair and they pinched each other nipple and jangled each other's bells.
Meanwhile, Selina's fat body was jiggling as Toddy Robin, trapped under her bulk, was sucking her clit.
"Oh, WHAT a good boy!"