“Did you two have fun?” Amanda asked. I nodded. 

“I fell in the shower just a little bit-“ I put my hands up like she was a cop telling me to freeze. 

“But, we’re good.”

Amanda looked at Kiya. “Is he good?”

Kiya laughed. “He’s fine.” She looked down awkwardly.

“What’s wrong?” Amanda asked, concerned about the young girl.

“Mark said you wanted me to live with you . .” She said quietly.

“Of course.” Amanda said flippantly. “What else would we do, have you moved into Mark’s old apartment?” She laughed heartily.

When Kiya didn’t look up or laugh, Amanda became serious.

“Oh no! Baby!” 

She ran over to Kiya and embraced her, pulling her head to her chest and rubbing her back. 

“Baby you are not going anywhere. As much as Mark is mine, you are his.” 

She un-squeezed Kiya enough for her head to be free, and lifted her chin to meet her gaze.

“You are that much mine as well.” Amanda assured her.

Kiya teared up, and Amanda bent down and kissed her forehead. 

“We are going to be nice and happy together, with a big strong man to take care of the both of us.” She beamed.

Kiya nodded eagerly, and they both looked at me. 

I shrugged. “I told you God himself would have to take you from me.”

“God is a woman.” Amanda and Kiya said in unison.

I laughed and conceded, only then finally putting my hands down.

That night we stole a mattress from the adjacent, vacant room. We put my room's mattress and the other together on the floor, loaded it down with blankets and pillows, and we all snuggled up together. We couldn’t be more content as we watched movies on the old hospital TV.

In the middle of the night, I woke up with a bursting bladder. I got up groggily, stumbled into the bathroom, and sat awkwardly on the toilet, shoving my raging erection down, so I could pee. 

Once I finished, I washed my hands and stumbled back to the bed we had made. Amanda had woken and sat up, reaching for me.

“You look ready to go.” She mumbled, brushing her face against my cock where I stood in front of her.

“Are you?” I laughed.

She responded by grabbing the waistband of the gym shorts I had been sleeping in and yanking them to the ground. With one hand she grabbed my cock and aimed it towards her mouth, throating it in one go. With her other hand, she lifted the oversized black shirt she wore with nothing underneath, and began fingering herself while she pleasured me.

“Oh fuck.” I whispered, trying not to wake Kiya.

Her head moved forward and back, rapidly wetting my entire length. Her movements became more and more desperate until suddenly she pulled away from my cock.

“I’m so close. Just pushing inside me will make me cum.” She whispered urgently. 

She grabbed my hands and pulled me down onto her. I didn’t hesitate to spread her legs, aim myself at her pussy, and penetrate her. She was dripping wet from her fingers, and I slid inside her effortlessly. I was rewarded with her moaning into my ear.

“Ohhhh fuuuckkk-“ She whimpered. “Mommy loves your fat fucking cock.”

I had figured I could last for at least several minutes, but hearing those words made me explode inside her. I grunted softly, thrusting back and forth while I deluged cum inside her pussy. 

“Yes baby. Cum for Mommy. You’re such a good boy.” She whispered as my cum dripped from her onto the mattress. 

“Oh my god.” I whined. “I love your pussy, Mommy.” 

She kissed me lovingly. 

“I’m sorry that I always cum so fast with you.” I said shyly. “I don’t have that problem with anyone else.” I laughed.

She smiled broadly. “I’ve noticed. It’s not a problem, sweetie.” She caressed my cheek.

“I think it’s sexy. You think I’m so hot you can’t last like you do with the other girls.”

I shook my head. “I really can’t though. It’s like you extract my cum through my soul, it’s crazy.”

Her laugh rang like silver bells. It was my favorite sound in the entire universe, her moans being a close second.

I fell back into bed between her and Kiya. I turned on my side, grabbed Kiya, and pulled her into me. She sleepily snuggled closer. Amanda pressed her breasts into my back, hugging me tight from the other side. I fell back asleep within moments.

“Mark! Mark!” I woke up to an urgent, but low whisper.

I opened my eyes and sat up on the mattress. Flaring light was peeking through the shades of the hospital room, and Amanda and Kiya were both sleeping soundly on either side of me.  I turned my head towards the whisper to see Alexis, who had cracked open the door.

“What’s up?” I asked softly, not trying to wake the girls.

“You have a, uh, Visitor. He’s downstairs.” She said.

“Oh. Okay.” 

I carefully crawled out from the blanket and stood up, stretching my arms above my head.

“Oh . .” Alexis gasped quietly.

“What?” I turned towards her, only then realizing I never put my shorts back on. I had a raging hard-on again, as well.

I took my cock in my hand and stroked it a few times for her, then stepped over Kiya and towards the door.

“What are you doing?” Alexis muttered incredulously.

“Do you want me to stop?” I grinned.

“I mean-“ She forced her eyes to roll, but they snapped back to gazing at my cock.

She grimaced at me, then opened the door slightly wider, and slid inside the room. She faced the door, bent at the waist, and slipped her blue scrub pants down to her knees, along with her panties.

“Just- just- only one, please.” She whispered back to me.

I stepped behind her, took her tight little ass cheeks in my hands and spread them. I worked up saliva in my mouth and dripped it slowly down her crack, and used my cock tip to lather it up and down her slit. I eased my head inside her entrance and she groaned.

I brought one of my hands around her head quickly, and slapped my palm against her mouth, shutting her up. My other hand grabbed her waist and pulled her into me, and I watched as my cock sunk inside her pussy.

She groaned against my palm, her lips quivering and wetting my hand. She opened her mouth and lathered her tongue against my palm. I started fucking her rough, the way she liked it. I pulled out halfway, then firmly slammed forward against her ass. She grunted in pleasure.

I found a good rhythm and fucked her hard until her legs began to tremble. Her pussy cinched down hard around the base of my cock, and her tiny ass jiggled as she came. I gave her one more forceful thrust for good measure, then slid my whole cock out from her small, gaping pussy hole.

I pulled my hands from her hip and face, then grabbed the waistband of her pants and pulled them up her ass. She turned around, flushed in the face, and pouted at me.

“What?” I asked. “You said you only wanted one.”

“Yeah but .  .” She trailed off. 

She rolled her eyes and closed her mouth in a small grin.

“Now what do you say?” I implored.

“Thank you.” She whispered.

“Thank you, what?”

“I don’t like the Daddy thing.” She sneered defiantly.

“Okay, okay.” I raised my hands and laughed.

“But thank you.” She smiled and kissed me on the cheek.

“Now get dressed!” She opened the door and slid back out quickly.

I got a pair of shorts and a fresh t-shirt from a duffel bag full of clothes Amanda had brought for me and put them along, along with a pair of shoes. I met Alexis outside the hospital room.

“Who’s here?” I asked.

She walked in front, leading me down a busy hallway and towards a flight of stairs.

“Kanye.”

“Really?” 

She looked back at me and nodded solemnly. We walked in silence for several minutes until we found my visitor. Kanye was standing by a check-in desk, dressed in khaki pants and a white polo shirt. Now that he wasn’t standing above me while I bled out, he didn’t seem that big at all. In fact, I was taller than he was. Well, that’s interesting.

“Hey.” I raised my hand and greeted him when I approached.

He stretched out his hand and shook mine firmly.

“Mark. Hey man. You doin’ alright?” He asked, concerned.

“Yeah, I’m alright. How are you doing?”

“Me?”

“Yeah. I heard about what happened when you caught the guy.”

He looked down at his feet. “I got let go afterwards. I could always move a county over and get a new beat, but I don’t really want to.”

“Oh.” I said softly. “Why did you . . ?”

He looked up at me and shrugged. “I don’t know man . . I just saw you laying there, it reminded of that time I tried to fight you on the basketball court.”

I nodded. “You kept throwing me on the ground or putting me in headlocks.”

“Yeah but you never fought back. You got out of them, or got up from the floor to face me again. When you got shot, I saw you down on the ground, but that time. . ” 

He paused, looking to the side. It looked like he was trying to come to terms with something. 

“You couldn’t get up.”

“But why did seeing me like that make you snap?” I pressed.

Kanye gestured with his hand and shook his head dismissively.

If I am vulnerable to him, maybe he’ll be vulnerable to me.

I stepped forward and showed him my hand. “Do you remember these?”

He looked at the three, parallel, tiny, healed over scars. “Yeah those are, uh, from an onion slicer, right?”

I shook my head. With the same hand, I lifted up my left shorts leg and showed him the three large scars on my thigh, tattooed over with stitches.

His eyes widened when he saw them, then his eyes met mine. “You . . ?” He pointed at the scars.

I nodded. “You were the only one to ever notice the ones on my hand, so I had to move them to my leg.”

“Not even . .?” He nodded towards where Alexis had walked of to. “Nope.” 

“Damn, Mark. I-“

“You bullied me, but you were the only one to ever notice these. Why? Why did you pay that much attention to me?” I pressed.

“Isn’t it obvious?” His eyes were a painting of desperation and craving. 

I had never seen a black man blush until that point. Kanye was red as a tomato.

“Me?” I asked tentatively, finally understanding.

He nodded. “Yeah I just, uh, misplaced . . Those feelings. I didn’t know what to do, so I just used violence.” He said awkwardly.

“Kinda why I became a cop, too. That’s also why I’m gonna move on from law enforcement. I don’t wanna put people in danger by using violence first anymore.” 

“Oh.” My cheeks flushed. “Well, I, I mean- I’m not- opposed, I just- never thought about it . . “ I rambled.

Kanye blushed back. “You have a girl, so I mean-“

“I have a few.” I laughed.

He chuckled. “I’m not surprised. You never noticed that I didn’t have girls in school?”

I looked up in thought. “You’re right. I did think that was kinda weird.”

He smiled and looked down. “I’m glad you’re okay, Mark.”

“Thank you. Thank you for catching him, too. Who was he, anyway?” I asked.

He shrugged. “Just some guy. Didn’t have any family, nothing to his name.”

He met my eyes. “He had nothing to lose.”

I have everything to lose.

I nodded solemnly.   Kanye and I exchanged phone numbers before saying goodbye. I walked back up to my room where the girls were sleeping. When I opened the door, both girls were just stirring.

“Hey.” I whispered softly to them.

“Where’d you go?” Kiya asked in a sleepy, pouting voice.

“Alexis woke me up because Kanye wanted to visit.”

Kiya opened her mouth in shock, and Amanda nodded. “I figured he would once you woke up.”

“How’d it go?” Kiya asked.

I shrugged, sitting down on the de-mattressed bed. “A little weird. Cool, though.”

Amanda raised an eyebrow. “Weird how?”

“Kanye is gay. That’s why he bullied me in high school. He was into me, but processed those feelings through violence.”

Kiya covered her mouth in surprise. 

Amanda smiled. “That’s cute!”

Kiya looked at her and pulled her hand away from her mouth. “It’s not cute, he was still an asshole.”

Amanda gave the younger girl a look like she had been challenged. “What if Mark bullied you in school?” 

She yanked back the blanket, got on all fours and crawled across the mattress towards her, then threw her leg over, straddled her, and peered down at her face.

“Hmm?” Amanda clutched Kiya’s wrists, pinning them beside her head as her black hair draped down above her face.

“If he was so mean to you, teased you, made fun of you, and the whole time-“ She dropped her head and whispered in her ear. 

“He was angry that he couldn’t fuck you.”

Kiya looked up at her, terrified and blushing. 

“H- he- he can fuck me now.” She whimpered.

Amanda raised her head and cocked it to the side. “Can he?”

Kiya nodded eagerly. “Whenever he wants it.” “That’s a good girl.”

Amanda gave me a glance.

That’s my cue.

I bolted off the bed and onto the mattress and knelt down behind the girls. I pulled on the waistband of Kiya’s sleeping shorts, and slid them down her legs. She spread them wide, and Amanda sat back on the girls stomach, reaching behind herself and looping Kiya’s legs with her elbows to support them.

I dove face first into Kiya’s pussy, already wet with cream. I licked from her asshole up to her clit, and sucked on it hard.

“Uuuhhhhh-“ Kiya moaned in pleasure.

Amanda rocked back and forth, gently moving Kiya’s pussy against my mouth. 

“You’re such a pretty little girl. Who wouldn’t want to fuck you to pieces?” She murmured.

Kiya began trembling at the words.

“Does Daddy’s tongue feel good on your pussy? Are you gonna cum in his mouth?”

She leaned forward, increasing the pressure on her legs, spreading her wider.

“Do it. Be a good little slut, and cum for your Daddy.”

Kiya squealed and shook as she came, trickling delicious cream down my chin that I licked greedily from her. I pulled my face from between her legs, pulled down my shorts, and scooted on my knees towards her.

I took my pulsing, throbbing cock and penetrated her without hesitation. Kiya slapped her hand to her mouth and screamed into it.  I threaded my arms under Amanda’s, reached under her shirt and felt her skin, dragging my hands up her body and found her large breasts. I squeezed them tight as I fucked Kiya, pulling Amanda back into me.

“You’re a good boy, too.” She moaned, leaning her head back against mine. 

“You always take care of your Mommy and your Princess first. I’m so proud of you.”

My head dropped onto her shoulder as I thrusted. Kiya’s wails grew louder as her focus waned, her hand slipping from her mouth.

“I’m so close.” I whispered.

“Not yet.” She whispered back.

I pounded Kiya harder and harder, until her quivering legs started violently shaking, then squeezed hard against Amanda.

“Yes! Yes! You’re such a good girl for us, now cum!” Amanda encouraged.

Kiya released a throaty moan, and her heaving exhale and clenching pussy signified her massive orgasm.

“That’s enough.” Amanda said softly. I pulled my cock from Kiya’s tiny, dripping pussy and sat back on my heals.

“Why- I need more- Please- I want-“ Kiya whined desperately after she took a breath.

“Hush.” Amanda let Kiya’s legs back down and got off, laying beside her.

“I’m not working today, you are. If you get fucked like you want, you won’t be able to work, let alone speak.” Amanda reasoned. 

Kiya’s body twitched every few seconds, making the nod she gave deeper as she accepted.

Amanda lovingly reached out a finger and brushed the tip of her nose. 

“Good girl.” She said, content that the challenge was over.

“Thank you Miss Amanda.” Kiya squeaked. “Thank you Daddy.”

We both beamed at her.

God she is perfect.

Amanda lovingly licked Kiya’s inner thighs and pussy, cleaning her of all her cream, almost making her cum again. I could see the temptation on Amanda, but she didn’t make the small girl writhe in pleasure for very long, and finished quickly. 

We all slowly got up from the mattress. I retrieved Kiya’s shorts for her and she slipped them back on. Amanda grabbed a pair of leggings, and I couldn’t hide my disappointment.

Amanda laughed when she saw my face as her pants came on. 

“I’m gotta get her ready for work, then I’ll be back baby.”

I sighed deeply, and gestured to both of them.

“I know, it’s just-“ I pouted jokingly. 

“All the ass has been put away.”

She smiled and hugged me, then pulled my hands to her ass and I squeezed. 

“We have the rest of our lives to give you all the ass you can handle.” She cooed up at me, and nibbled my chin.

“If you don’t head out I’ll have to fuck you again.” I whispered.

“Such a thirsty little boy.” She whispered. “Okay, let’s go, darling!”

She left the embrace and Kiya hopped over to me, and kissed me lovingly. “I love you Daddy.”

“I love you too, Princess.”

She began walking out the door. Amanda looked back.

“Where’s my ‘I love you Mommy?’”

I shook my head. “Let me get on my knees and I’ll show you.”

She laughed beautifully hard, I walked over, and she kissed me. 

“I love you.” She said sincerely. 

“I love you too, Mommy.” 

That’s an understatement.

After the girls left, I dressed in shorts and a shirt, then began cleaning up the room. I collected and folded all the sheets, moved one of the mattresses back onto the bed, and moved the other mattress back into the room next door. I got a few weird looks from the staff, but they were busier with things more important than a borrowed mattress.

Once the room looked nice and neat, I lounged back on the bed. Alexis showed back up, she had brought me breakfast - terrible hospital food. She hurried inside the room with a tray and quickly handed it to me and sat down next to me.

“Where’s the girls?” She asked.

“Amanda will be back, but Kiya had to work.”

She nodded. “Okay? So?” She impatiently asked.

“Kanye?” I laughed.

She nodded.

“Turns out he’s gay. He couldn’t deal with that, so that’s why he bullied me so much.”

“WAAAIIIITTT-“ She yelled then covered her mouth. 

“No fucking way.” She whispered.

I laughed and nodded.

She raised a finger, then looked up and sideways in thought. 

“Wait. It seemed like I was crazy, but I swear to god I saw him looking at your ass. Like, constantly.”

I giggled. “There’s no fucking way.”

She nodded intently. “Seriously, though! I mean, can you blame him? Your ass is nice.” She sighed.

“Thank you. Thank you for the food, too.” 

“Don’t thank me for that, it’s rough today. I just had to hear the tea.” She countered.

I smiled as she got back up. 

“Have fun with Amanda . . “ She sang as she opened the door, and walked back out.

I sat and watched the old television while I picked at my food. It was a classic carton of milk, some very, unnaturally yellow scrambled eggs, and burnt hashbrowns. I didn’t get very far into eating before I gave up, and threw it away. 

Before too long, Amanda walked back through the door followed by the suit tailor, who was carrying a very large black luggage bag. 

“You’re going to get fitted today!” She exclaimed.

“Hell yeah!” I jumped out of bed, and helped the old man with the bag. 

“Where do you want this?”

“On the bed, thank you.” He said quietly.

I lifted it and set it on the bed, and he carefully opened it afterwards. Inside he had nearly twenty samples of delicate fabric, all arranged neat and organized. He motioned for Amanda and I to pick which design we liked.

“What about this one?” 

She raised up a black fabric with diamond pinstripes.

“Too flashy.” I shook my head.   “What about this-“ I reach for a pattern, but as I moved it, another caught my eye. “Holy fuck. No. This one.”

The pattern I found was a raven sheer black, and the pinstripes were interrupted with tiny, detailed skulls. Amanda’s face lit up when she saw it.

“That is so fucking sexy.” 

“You like it?” I whispered, leaning in to kiss her neck. 

As my lips left her skin I gazed into her eyes.   “Yes.” She croaked.

“The fabric, Mommy.” I lifted the sample.

She blinked several times, looking back and forth between me and the fabric with a dreamy expression.

“Yes.” She giggled. “You are a menace.” She chided.

I gave the sample to the tailor, and he nodded approvingly. He set it aside as our option, then proceeded to collect his measuring tape and notepad.

“I will need you to strip down, sir, so I can get accurate measurements. The soon-to-be Mrs. informed me of your condition, so my previous numbers are inaccurate.”

I nodded, and went to my clothes bag, grabbed a pair of underwear, and went to the bathroom. I stripped from my shirt and shorts, and put on my favorite: sheer black, almost see-through, form-fitting, short boxer briefs. They were comfortable, held my package and ass well, and didn’t leave much to the imagination. When I left the bathroom, Amanda’s eyes snapped to my crotch and my cock enlarged slightly with the attention. As I walked back towards the two, Amanda kept staring and licked her lips. 

“I’m going to, uh-“ She said wistfully. 

“Well, if I stay here, nothing will get done. I’m gonna get us some coffee and some real breakfast, then I’ll be back soon.” 

She gave me a quick kiss, and started walking out the door.

She spun around, excited before she left. “I’ll have a surprise when I get back!” 

I nodded, smiling. “Hurry back then, please!”

She wiggled in cute delight, blew me a kiss, then left.

I decided to make conversation with the tailor, once again finding myself being inspected and measured by him.

“I never learned your name. I apologize.” I confessed.

“Cecil Ray.” He said curtly.

I nodded. I found that men his age were either very expounding talkers, or they kept conversation close to the vest. I knew he was always tight-lipped, but I figured he was like that with everyone. 

“How long have you been a tailor?”

“My father brought me into the business when I was fourteen out of necessity.”

I nodded. “That makes sense. You’ve been a master tailor for a long time, huh?”

He chuckled and shook his head. “My father passed ten years ago, that is when I became a master.”

I looked at him curiously. “But surely your skills have been master-level quality for much longer.”

He shrugged, having just measured my waist and retracting the tape. “I was considered skilled at twenty, excellent at thirty. Master is more of a title, of who is in charge.”

He measured the broad aspect of my shoulders.

I nodded. “Are you training the next master? To continue your legacy?”

He smiled. “Indeed. Although, it is rather unconventional.”

I smiled back. “I’m familiar with unconventional.”

I turned my head and saw that he smiled wider than my back, and was clearly very proud. 

“You see, my son did not have interest in the business, and I did not push him into it like my father did to me. My granddaughter, his pride and joy, also did not have any interest. However-“

He began measuring my back, from neck to ass, after noting my width. 

“My granddaughter's wife, Pat, has an excellent eye for suit-making. Why, she’s a large Negro gal, built like an ox with the charm of a fox.” Hu chuckled.

I cringed slightly at his outdated vernacular, but was thankful it was clearly a product of his age, and not of hatred. 

I thought for a second about his description. 

“I think I know exactly who you’re talking about. I spoke with her at a fancy restaurant not too long ago.”

He nodded as he finished measuring my back, jotting down the numbers. 

“She likely saw my handiwork and wanted to speak with you. She’s not only good with design, but flourishes with the customer.” He gushed.

He shook his head, looking up in rememberance. 

“My father is surely rolling in his grave, but I believe her to be the fate of our legacy. Truly a wonderful girl, and my path now is to see to her success.”

“That’s fantastic, Cecil. Truly.” I said sincerely.   He beamed at me, the wrinkles and creases in his face displaying a profound happiness. 

“Thank you, sir.” He stood in front of me, gesturing between both my legs. 

“Best for last, eh?” I joked.

“Surely not.” He laughed. 

I spread my legs, and he knelt down to measure my inseam. 

Someone knocked on the hospital door, then opened it, and my eyes couldn’t not reconcile to my brain what I was seeing.

Amanda walked through, but she was different. It was like she had stepped through a portal to the future, then time-traveled back to the past. She had lost an inch in height, her hairstyle was a split-part instead of bangs, and she looked to have aged twenty years. 

She was immaculately gorgeous, having changed into a tasteful black blouse and blue jeans. She walked in and froze when she saw me, then smiled ear to ear.

“Now if I witness a scene like this, how am I supposed to restrain myself?” She drawled, her voice slightly deeper, and more sultry.

My heart skipped several beats, and instantly redirected blood flow to my cock. She walked inside and the door shut behind her. She strode to me, then circled around me and the tailor, inspecting me fully. 

As she did, she reached out a hand and dragged fingers across my body, feeling every groove of my muscles.

My voice was caught in my throat, and I was paralyzed with confusion and excitement.

The tailor hadn’t paid attention, being absorbed in his ledger. He stood up, and moved away, back to the suitcase.

The older Amanda took the opportunity to move directly in front of me, and she dragged her fingers up my arm to my shoulder, then across my chest, down my abs and stopped short of my waistline. I trembled at her touch, my whole body feeling like it was struck by lightning.

“I would eat a meal off of this body.” She whispered in adoration.

“W- what-“ I could barely speak. 

Her fingertip tested the edge of my waistband, teasing it. Her face displayed a remarkable conflict as she contemplated doing what she so desperately wanted to do.

“This is so wrong, but-“ She whispered.

The hospital door opened and Amanda’s voice rang out sharply.

“Mother, please don’t fuck my fiancée.”