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Lately

By: gentlyhardly



"There you are, baby girl! I was beginning to get worried. You're late!"

"Sorry, the traffic was ridiculous. More-so than usual."

I walk into your house, and you give me a kiss on the forehead as you shut the door. Once I am safely inside, I take off my shoes and, at your invitation, sit down on the sofa.

You sit down next to me, and put your arm around me as we discuss the events of the day, stroking my shoulder and playing with my hair as we talk. Suddenly, in the middle of the conversation, you grab a big handful of my hair and use it to pull my hair back, exposing my neck, growling, "Stay perfectly still." You then proceed to kiss me with great passion on my neck and face, and then finally kiss me deeply on the mouth. I fight desperately to stay still and accept your kisses, and manage to do so while whimpering meekly as your kisses set my body afire.

You release my hair and move a little bit away from me, examining me closely.

"Are you wearing panties?" you ask.

"Yes," I answer, voice almost at a whisper.

"'Yes'...?" you say, looking at me with narrowed eyes.

"Oh! Yes, um... Daddy," I say, trailing off softly on the last word. I love saying it, but it's still difficult for me.

"That's better, kitten," you say, a smile flickering across your face for a moment before the cool, appraising expression returns. "That's what you can and should call me when we are alone. Now, about those panties... Take them off."

I lift my skirt up and shimmy out of them, still seated on the sofa. I can feel heat and wetness as I hold them in my hand.

"What do they smell like?"

I look at you, confused for a moment, and then understand you want me to sniff them. I haltingly raise them to my face and breathe in my scent.

"Like sex, Daddy. Like me," I say, as I hold them close to my face.

"What does it feel like to be holding your panties under your nose in front of me?"

"I feel very naughty, Daddy."

"And that pussy is very, very wet, isn't it?"

"Yes, Daddy, it is. It always is when I come see you."

"I know, little one. Now what are we going to do about this?"

"About my pussy?" I ask, pressing my lips together as I look at you with wide eyes.

"Yes. It obviously wants something. But it's not going to get it just by being all wet and slutty. And, honestly, you should probably get off the couch, so you don't leave your juices all over it. Show some respect. And put those wet panties away for now. You won't need them again for a bit."

I blush at this, as I stuff the panties into my purse, and then lower myself to the floor, get on my knees, and look up at you through my lashes, asking, "Can I please suck your cock so that you will fuck my naughty little pussy with it, Daddy? That would be very nice!"

"Suck on my fingers while I think about it," you say, extending your hand towards me. With your other hand, you reach for the remote and begin watching the news. I start with your index finger and suck on it and tongue it enthusiastically for a while, and then proceed to give your other fingers the same treatment, hoping that it will make you more likely to have your cock in my mouth, since I am trying so hard to please each little finger.

You seem to be distracted, though, and don't pay me much attention. I begin to up the ante a bit by taking two fingers into my mouth, then three, sucking and licking and kissing them, and even taking them so far into my mouth that they push up against the back of my throat. Eventually, that seems to get your attention, and you look at me with a smirk.

"God, you are such an eager little thing, aren't you? You were pretending that was a cock stretching your lips and throat, weren't you? You're even wetter now, aren't you?"

And it's true, all of it. I am, I was, and I am. I nod my head, looking down, mouth still filled with your fingers.

"Well, you can't help it. You just love cock, and you love being used like a little fucktoy. No need to try to hide it or feel bad about it. It's just what you are, isn't that right, darling?"

I nod again, flicking my tongue between your fingers.

"Well, baby girl, I am going to give you a chance to earn some. We'll play that game that I like, and that you like so much-- the one with the little glass plugs. But first, I want you to get up, lean over the sofa, and pull up your skirt."

I rise and comply, both dreading and wanting what is coming. As I am bent over the sofa with my ass exposed, I am trembling with anticipation. I can hear you behind me, pacing a bit, and I can feel your eyes on me even as I am looking in the other direction.

"I am going to spank you now, for being late. You know I don't like that," you say, chuckling sarcastically. As it happens, I think you quite like it when I give you any excuse at all to spank and chastise me, but I keep that thought well to myself as I nod in agreement and understanding.

"You might have planned better, and avoided this. Or, for that matter, you could have made a quick call while you were practically parked on the freeway. A simple little call would have made this unnecessary. But you didn't plan well, and you didn't call ahead, and now you have to take a punishment."

I nod my head again, trying to keep the cheeks of my ass relaxed so it wouldn't hurt so bad when the first blow landed. But nothing can really prepare me for the sharp strike of your hand against my ass. I whimper and take it as you spank me over and over. I feel so completely submissive at this time, just allowing whatever you want to do to happen. I feel tears welling up in my eyes, and let them fall, trailing down my blushing cheeks. When you finally stop, I can feel the cool air against the burning heat of my ass cheeks, and I can feel the heat of your body as you move behind me and begin lightly stroking my ass.

"You're going to have a hard time sitting for a day or two," you say, gently stroking my ass. I'd like to think you are admiring the redness that covers it as you do so.

"Remember what you did wrong every time it stings."

"Yes, sir. Thank you for correcting me," I say, still facing away from you, eyes bright with tears. My face is burning with shame over a mix of feelings, not least of which is regret at disappointing you (or even "disappointing" you). And, of course, there's the delicious flush of shame due to the fact that I am a grown woman who somehow earned a spanking through being irresponsible—and who likes it when that happens.

You pat me on the ass in something that would have probably been considered a reassuring manner if the area wasn't so inflamed and sensitive, and say cheerfully, "OK, little miss slut, now that all that unpleasantness is done, run to the bedroom, take off all your clothes, and get into inspection position on the bed. Time to earn a cock in your mouth! I'll be there in a few minutes. Be waiting for me with your ass nice and high, or there will be trouble! Oh, and don't talk. You can't talk until I tell you so."

I scurry out of the room and towards the bedroom. I take off my skirt, shirt, and bra, and lay them aside carefully. Then, I climb up onto your bed on my hands and knees, spread my legs nice and wide, and put my face down, looking off to the side towards the door. My body is a covered in hot areas—my spanked ass, my blushing face, my simmering pussy, and all I can think about is sex as I wait for you.

Several minutes go by with me displaying myself like this to an empty room... and maybe a neighbor or two, since the curtains aren't drawn. I am tempted to play with my pussy while I wait for you, but I know you want me to ask permission every time I do that, and you haven't given me permission for two whole days. I instead focus on clenching and pulsing my pussy, in an attempt to both maintain my arousal and keep myself tight for your cock whenever you decide to use my pussy in that way.

Finally, after what seems like an eternity, you come into the room.

"I smell your sex, you naughty girl," you say, as you seat yourself behind me on the edge of the bed. My pussy pulses and quivers involuntarily as you sit so close. I can't see what you are doing, but I am hoping you are looking at my exposed ass and pussy and enjoying what you are seeing.

Your fingers begin to trace the outlines of my ass and thighs, carefully avoiding my glistening labial folds, I begin to rock back and forth a bit, unconsciously, and you stop and say, "Don't make me have to correct you again. Stay still. This isn't for you to enjoy, it's for me to inspect you. I want a good look at my ass and my pussy. "

I whimper again and try to settle.

You stop touching me for a second and lie down so that you are looking into my face.

"You really want to talk and beg right now, don't you, kitten? But you know it isn't time, yet, right?"

I nod yes, lip pushed out into a pout.

"Do you want me to help you be good?" you ask, with a tender tone in your voice.

I nod again, quickly.

You get up briefly, and return with two items in your hand. One is a traditional ball gag, and the other is a gag with a small, thick dildo to go into the wearer's mouth.

"Which one do you want, baby girl? I know you need something to suck on to keep your slutty mouth happy. You always need something in you, don't you? Now, tell me which one."

I nod yes to agree with your question, and gesture with my head towards to ball gag.

You get up for a moment, put the other gag away, and then return to the bed. I can feel you behind me when suddenly I feel a strange pressure and sensation on my pussy. I realize that you are shoving the ball gag against the opening of my pussy and rolling it around in the slippery wetness there, and then, just as quickly as this stimulation started, it stopped.

You lie back down beside me, and put the ball gag next to my mouth. I open my mouth and accept it. It is very wet, and tastes of pussy. I lift up my head enough so that you can fasten the straps of the gag, and then whimper as I think about how dirty I am, presenting my ass and pussy to you with a mouth full of rubber and the taste of my own sluttiness.

You get back in position behind me, and begin to play with the glistening folds of my sex. I whimper and moan as you gently stroke and pet me.

"You are such a dirty little girl," you say, still stroking and petting me. "Just imagine what I am seeing now. You, all spread out, so desperate for cock that you are willing to go through all this just for the chance to beg for it. But you can't even beg for it, because your slutty mouth had to have something in it! Poor baby girl. How does that pussy juice and rubber taste in your mouth?"

"Mmm," I say, not even sure what I mean by that.

"'Mmm,' indeed," you say, mockingly. I feel myself blush again.

Your fingers continue tracing delicate patterns, and my pussy starts pulsing and quivering, which is something you can clearly see from where you are.

"'Mmm'," you say again. "I saw that quivering pussy. I think I am going to check it out." You penetrate me with a finger, and my pussy grips tightly around it, hoping desperately for some help in getting off and getting a long awaited orgasm. I moan and begin to rock myself back and forth, trying to fuck myself on your hand.

"So desperate. So horny. So naughty," you say. You remove your hand, and I come to a halt, whimpering and almost crying with frustration.

"Do you want the gag off? So you can get out of this situation, maybe earn some cock? Are you going to be Daddy's sweet, good girl?"

I nod frantically, eyes wide

You unfasten the gag and take it out, lie down looking into my face again, and ask, "What will you do to get fucked, baby girl? Tell me."

"Whatever you want, Daddy!" I say, gasping. And I mean it, utterly and totally. My sincerity is written all over my face. My body is on fire, and anything I can do to get fucked is my only priority besides pleasing you. "I'll suck your cock for as long as you like, put a big scary plug in my ass, rub your cock between my tits until you come on my face... whatever you want. You tell me, and I'll do it. Just... please let me have it, Daddy!"

You pat my head reassuringly, and say, "That's my sweet, good girl. You will do whatever I want. And I'll fuck you just the way you like... later."

Lately Though...



The important thing, she knew, was to keep his cock hard. Anyone was a moron to think the way to a man's heart was his stomach. It was solely and utterly concentrated in his cock. Sometimes, she fancied he was like one of those odd dinosaurs that have "two brains". She knew, through experience and preference, that when his cock was hard, all was right and direct in her world. Suck it or fuck it, lick it, tug it, rub your thumb over the precum slick head, milk his balls for cum -- when she was doing those things, it was all good. Though lately...

She didn't blame him. How could any one woman (or three, for that matter) keep up with the seemingly endless queues of online/on-cam women? Impossible. Hot fetishes and latest toys aside, she wondered of she'd started slipping. Could she still keep his cock hard and drooling with precum...all for her? 

With a sly and wicked smile, she stood silhouetted in the threshold; a hand perched on her jutting hip, her head tilted with a question. "Shall I?" she silently sent him.

Deaf to her and involved, he still sat in front of the glowing computer screen, shoulders slumped, head bobbing slowly, but he sensed her there behind him and spun his chair to face her.

Placing one high heeled foot in front of the other, she strolled closer; each movement of her thigh revealing more skin beneath his "borrowed" dress shirt. The already-swollen and pink outer lips of her pussy showing beneath the swish and drape of the shirt's hems. She sighed heavily as she approached, making her breasts swell against the fabric, already punctuated with the twin dots of her erect nipples.

She shrugged off the unbuttoned shirt and reached out a fan of fingers to draw slowly along his thigh and crotch. "Oh, baby," she said huskily. "Is that for me?" Her smiling eyes danced up into his closely. "You look like you could use a good blowjob." Her wet tongue slid out and she dragged the tip over his cockhead, straining against his pants. "Mmmm. I want to taste you."

She breathed through her nose mostly, but sometimes wetly and with a lot of tongue would make loud slurping sounds as her lips coursed up and down his thick rigid shaft. She loved twirling her tongue tip around the head and then plunging the whole knob between her sucking lips. Up and down, long all-the-way-to-his-root sucks, then short, fast ones on the head. She rubbed his precum and her saliva along her cheek and lips, then immediately took him all the way in her mouth again. It was an Art form yo her, pleasing him this way. She almost dreaded him cumming though because it meant the end of sucking him off, pleasing his cock so directly, keeping him hard. For her, he always came too quickly. Though lately...

His cock erect and standing out like another forearm just above his ball sac, he slipped his wet shaft from her lips and plunged it back in again harder, then building a fucking rhythm assaulted her lips and tongue with his hardon. She gasped loudly over and over as his thick cock rammed into her mouth. It looked rough, felt rough, and she reveled in it. "Fuck. My. Mouth." she groaned between moans. "Yeah, fuck it. Show me how you're going to stretch my pussy later by fucking your cock in my mouth, baby."

She could feel his body shake from nerves the dirtier she talked. Good. Another key on her keyring of pleasure for him. 

As her lips kissed his balls and lightly licked across the tightening sac, she knew he wouldn't last much longer at this rate and pulled her mouth of him with a loud smack and a quick last hard suck on the head. "Don't cum yet," she whispered huskily.

His eyes focussed sharply and suddenly as she shifted her body around, never losing prime contact with his, skin to skin. She straddled his thighs and wrapped her fingers tight around his shaft. Her eyes half-closed and she murmured her way into a purr and growl. 

"I want your cock. Your hard, throbbing, thick, beauitful cock in me. I want you to fuck me longer, faster, deeper and make me cum harder than I've ever cum before. Will you do that for me, baby?"

She felt the pulse throb along the veins of his cock as it pushed open her labia and grazed across the smooth wetness of her protruding clit.

She writhed on his thrusts, arms and legs stretching and then grasping him in a death throe, and then raking his skin with her nails as she rose up, up, up and then fell into the abyss of ecstasy. "Yes," she cried, tears in her eyes. "Now again."

She knew keeping his cock hard was important, though lately...

She thought she might step up her game.



Lateness & Lying



It had been 3 hours. Her friday class usually ended around 4:45 and she was told to be back by 5:30pm. It was now 8:30, her phone was going straight to voicemail, and he was beginning to worry. He sent her yet another text: "3 hours late. where the hell are you??"

Around 8:45, he heard a car pull into the driveway. Moving to the window, he was releived to see that the car was hers. Walking back into the living room, he sat down on the couch to prepare himself for what he knew had to be done. He heard the door open and her keys klink into the bowl by the door. As she came into view, he saw that her hair was wet from the rain outside. She saw him. He stood. "You're very late, girl. Where were you?"

She looked at him as she took her shoes off. He was surprised at the look about her. "Umm... Out."

"Out?" She nodded, no longer meeting his eyes. "I'm gonna need a much better explanation than that."

"Sorry, I went out with Lisa after class and I lost track of time, I guess."

"You guess? You're 3 hours late! You know I told you to be home by 5:30, right?

"Yes."

"Yes? Yes, what?"

"Yes, sir."

"So why did you decide to disobey me?"

"I dunno." She glanced back up at him and the look in his eyes must have quelled her a little. "I- I just-" Slowly, he walked over to her until he was inches from her.

"Look at me, girl." She did. He gave her just a little of that 'it's ok to tell me' look. "Tell me why."

"S-sir, i'm sorry I just... you said yesterday that w-we were gonna try fucking my ass tonight. A-and I... I didn't have the best day and i've never done it before and I was kinda scared so I didn't w-wanna come home."

He looked at her for a few moments. She was trembling, once again looking downward. "So you didn't lose track of time, then." It was barely a question.

"...No, sir."

"So not only were you 3 hours late, but you also lied to me just now."

"Yes, sir. I'm sorry, sir."

"You know that if you had just told me how you felt about our plans for tonight, we could've talked about it and worked something out, right?" She nodded. "But instead you chose to disobey me and lie to me." She nodded again. "How do you feel about yourself right now? How have you behaved?"

"I feel ashamed of myself, sir.... I've been a bad girl."

"Yes you did. And you know what needs to happen now, right?"

She took two deep breaths before looking up at him. "I need you to punish me, sir."

He nodded and went and sat back down on the couch. She followed in silence and stood in front of him. "Hands on your head." She obeyed. He unbottoned her jeans, unzipped the fly, and pulled her pants down to her knees. For an instant he was distracted by the soft bulge of her mound beneath her green panties. He loved the way it always beckoned him, but he was determined not to lose focus here. "Get over my lap."

"Yes, sir." She lay across him and he nestled his left elbow between her shoulder blades and held her right lovehandle with his left hand. He ran his hand across her green panties. "I'm gonna warm you up a little bit, girl, because you've got one serious punishment ahead of you. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, sir."

He began rubbing his hand around her ass, warming it slightly. She had a good-sized ass for a small girl. Under her panties, he knew that there were two round pale tender cheeks to go with her wide-ish hips. "While I warm you up, tell me why you're being punished."

"I'm getting punished for coming home late and for lying."

"How late did you come home?" He squeezed her left ass cheek, kneading it through her panties.

"T-three hours and, um..."

"Three and a half hours, girl." Smack. He spanked her firmly on her left.

"Yes, sir."

"So how much punishment," he squeezed her right cheek, "do you think you deserve for being three and a half hours late, girl?"

"20 swats, sir?" Smack! on her right. She moaned in fear more than pain.

"I don't think so, girl. You're gonna get" Smack, on the left. "at least 35 swats," Smack on the right. "ten for each hour" Smack, on the left. "you were late. And another 25" Smack, on the right. "for lying to me. Then we'll see if you've learned your lesson."

Smack, smack, smack, smack. He spent the next minute finishing her warm-up. He pulled her panties up into her ass to check the redness. It was an even pink shade. "Ok, stand up, girl." She stood. "Hands on your head." She obeyed. He pulled her pants the rest of the way down to the floor. "Step out." She did, stepping out and back. He threw them aside, then reached his hand between her legs and pulled her back in front of him by her crotch. She let out a soft whining sound at this, but said nothing as he pulled her green panties down to her ankles, exposing her strawberry-blonde bush. She knew what to do now.

She knelt down in front of him. "Sir, i'm ready now. I was bad. May I please have my punishment?"

"You know you've never had a punishment this serious, girl."

"I know, sir." She rested her head on his knee and looked up at him. "You'll- you'll have to hit me harder than usual. I deserve it. And I know it's important that you discipline me; I want to be good girl for you, sir." He looked at her.

"I'm glad you understand what you need. That's very mature of you, girl." She smiled a little. He sat back and grabbed a couch pillow and placed it on his lap. "Get back over." She obeyed, her panties still around her ankles. The pillow now beneath her pelvis forced her ass upward, presenting itself. Just before he began he reached over and stroked her damp hair gently. "I love you, girl."

"I love you too, sir."

He raised his hand and brought it down hard on her left sit-spot. She yelped but didn't move at all. "One, sir."

SMACK, on the right. "Two, sir." SMACK "Oww. Three, sir." SMACK, SMACK "Four, sir. Five, sir," she hurried.

He continued with her punishment, bringing his hand down hard on her tender ass. She never squirmed or reached back to protect herself. She knew she needed this. But by "F-fifteeen, ssssir," she could no longer keep from crying. He paused for a moment to stroke her hair and rub her red butt a little. "Do you need some lotion, girl?"

She shook her head gently, "No th-thank you, sir. But..."

"But what, babygirl?"

"I... Sir, I know this is to punish me and I know I deserve t-to hurt, but..."

"What is it, girl?"

"It would help me take my punishment better if I could take my shirt off and feel your arm on my back. It would be comforting is all, sir." He was utterly taken aback by the sweetness of her request. He sat there for a moment, silent. Apparently she took his silence as a no, because before he could come up with anything to say, she spoke again: "I understand, sir. I deserve to be punished however you want to punish me. I'm sorry for asking. May I... have the rest of my spanking, sir?"

Finally collecting himself, he said "Get up." She obeyed. As she stood up, he could see her eyes searching his for what to expect. "Eyes on the floor, girl." he said, sternly. Her eyes snapped downward. "Kneel in front of me." She did, never looking up. "Arms up." She raised her arms straight up. He leaned forward and pulled her shirt up over her head and tossed it aside. "All fours." She dropped forward onto her hands and knees, her face more or less against the edge of the couch. She was still sniffling a little and he noticed her wipe her cheek against the couch to dry a tear. Her back presented, he reached between her smooth shoulder blades and undid her bra. "Kneel up." She knelt back up, her bra hanging limply from her the edges of her shoulders, her right breast no longer contained. "Take it off and toss it away." It was unusual for her to be allowed to undress herself during a punishment, but she whispered "Yes, sir." as she slowly, sensually took off her bra and sat up in a posture that presented her tits to him while keeping her eyes obediently on the floor. Her submissive presentation of her breasts aroused him greatly, despite himself. Her breasts were b-cup, a round handful, with wide pink aereolas that he knew were always highly sensitive to the touch.

He must've sat there transfixed for a moment because she began to slowly shift her weight back and forth, lightly bouncing her tits back and forth. That snapped him out of it and it occurred to him that she may have been playing for time or hoping to get him hot enough to abandon her punishment altogether. Much as she turned him on, he was determined not to be lax in her discipline. "Back on my lap, girl."

She slowly stood and began to lean over him. "May I lay on your lap, sir?" she asked, indicating the pillow he'd used to prop her up. He nodded. She removed the pillow, brushing her hand against his bulging pants as she did so and then she laid across him, using the pillow to rest her head in. With the pillow gone, his erection was now pressing against her, with only his pants between his cock and the soft flesh between the bottom of her tummy and the top of her mound. He rubbed her elegant now-bare back with his left hand and then settled it into position with his elbow between her shoulder blades and his hand on her love-handle.

"You've had 15. And i'm not gonna stop again; that was the one break you get. Do you understand me?"

"I understand, sir." SMACK, "Sixteen, sir." SMACK, "Seventeen, sir." Each time he spanked her now, the impact would stimulate his cock underneath her just a little. He decided to hit harder. SMACK! "Oooowwwwwww! ...Eighteen, sir." SMACK! "Nineteeeeeen, sir." She was crying again now. SMACK! "Twwweeeeenty, s-sir." She lay sobbing over him.

"Ok, you've got 15 more left for the lateness. And i'm going to keep spanking you this hard, understand?"

"Yessss, sirr."

"But you don't have to count these." He grabbed the lotion from the side table. "I know you're gonna be crying some more, so just put you're head into the pillow and cry all you want. I'm putting lotion on your ass, cause it's pretty red now." He began applying it. He knew it would sooth her momentarily, but also increase the sting when he resumed.

"Thank you, sir." she said as she felt him apply the cool lotion to her butt. He rubbed it in for a few moments, and then SMACK SMACK SMACK! "AAAAaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!"

"Pillow, babygirl." Her cries were muffled as she buried her face in the pillow and wailed. He didn't stop: SMACK SMACK SMACK! Her legs began to kick at the knee. SMACK SMACK SMACK! Suddenly she reached up with her left hand and grabbed his. This wasn't unheard of, but instead of holding his hand, she deftly pulled his arm from her back, lifted herself up just enough to cup his hand and place her left breast in it. SMACK SMACK SMACK! Her tit giggled as her body was wracked with sobs. SMACK SMACK SMACK! He exhaled deeply. "That was 35, babygirl." Her body continued to shake. Still holding her breast, he used his right hand to rub more lotion on her burning red ass. Then he gently rubbed her back, sides, and shoulders until she was calm. "Go ahead and sit up when you're ready."

She brought her face up from the pillow, her face still streaming with fresh tears, and knelt up so that she was kneeling on the couch beside him. He looked at her, "I hope this helped you learn your lesson, girl." She nodded contritely, but said nothing and avoided his gaze. "You know why I had to do this, right?"

She nodded again, but again said nothing. "Babygirl," he said, "I needed to discipline you because when you're late and I don't know where you are, I get worried. I was afraid that something might've happened to you. I can't stand that because I love you."

She looked at him and after a second she flung her arms around him, crying all over again and holding him tightly. "I'm so sorry, sir. I love you so much. I'm so sorry." He adjusted his weight and deftly shifted her so that she was sitting on his lap.

"It's ok, babygirl. You did very well; you took it like a good girl. I forgive you, I forgive you." She buried her face in his shoulder and neck, their arms around each other. Her breathing gradually calming to match his. With her breathing returning to normal, she seemed to be alright now, though he was certain her ass must've still hurt a lot. In the aftermath of her punishment, he seemed to have forgotten about his throbbing erection. Far from dissipating it, having her crying naked on his lap had kept it going quite well. And as she began to emerge from the final sniffles of her punishment, she seemed to notice, as well. 

Her face still nuzzled close to his, she gave one last sniffle, smiled at him, and laughed a little, "It's nice to know I never lose my ability to turn you on." He just laughed softly and kissed her on the cheek. Frankly, he was pretty tired by this point. Despite his boner, he was content just to sit there for a little while, cuddling her in his arms, feeling her soft skin against him. He nestled his head now, into the small of her neck and breathed deeply. She put one her hands against the back of his head, and then began to move slightly on his lap. At first he thought she was just getting comfortable, but he quickly realized that she was slowly grinding her naked, spanked-raw ass against the cock in his pants. He began to kiss her neck where his head was already resting, slowly and softly. "Sir?" she whispered to him.

"Yes, babygirl?"

"Thank you. For everything. For my discipline, for loving me."

He gazed at her. "I'm really glad you understand."

"And I really do want to thank you, sir." She got off of his lap and stood up. She leaned over and kissed him deeply and lovingly. Still naked, she knelt in front of the couch and undid his belt buckle. She unbuttoned and unzipped his pants.

"Babygirl, you don't have to." he told her gently.

She reached into his pants and pulled his cock out. "I want to, sir." She slowly licked from the bottom of his cock to the head. "You take such good care of me. May I please suck on your cock, sir?"

There was no longer any point (if there ever had been any) in restraint. "Oh suck me, girl." With that she lowered her full lips to the tip of his cock and kissed it. She slowly slid her mouth down over more and more of his cock until he felt his cock hit the back of her throat and looked down to see himself buried to the hilt inside her mouth. Then she began to suck in earnest, literally sucking him and slowly drawing his cock back out. He was amazed that he didn't simply cum at that, but she did it again and again and then began going faster. Eventually, she was slamming her head down onto his cock with a speed and vigor that he'd only ever experienced when he'd face-fucked her. But this was all her. Finally she drew him out slowly one more time. "Sir, could you take your pants off?" He didn't even reply; he just stood up quickly and got out of his pants. "Sit back down, sir." she grinned, "And hand me the lotion?" He did, not knowing quite what to expect, but sure it'd be good.

She took the bottle of lotion and put it on the floor next to her. Then she leaned back toward him and started licking his balls playfully while pumping his cock with her hand. He threw his head back to enjoy this, but after only a few moments, her hand was gone from his cock, though she still had her mouth on his balls. He looked back down and saw her opening the lotion and squeezing some onto her tits. Then she released his balls and knelt back to give him a full view of her tits as she rubbed them with lotion. Before she covered it in lotion, she lifted her right tit to her mouth and licked her nipple, then sucked it, then released it and smeared lotion all over herself. She knew how he loved her curvy body so she lotioned her entire torso for him to watch. He did notice, to his amusement, that she didn't miss the opportunity to put more lotion on her spanked ass either. She knee-walked closer to him and lowered her tits around his cock, squeezed them together, and fucked her tits with his cock. He noticed she even managed to pinch her nipples a few times while tittyfucking. He was about to blow it and she must've read it on his face because she stopped, picked up her discarded panties from before her spanking, and used them to wipe the lotion from his cock. Then she looked him lovingly in the eyes and asked, "May I please have your cum in my mouth, sir?"

"Yes, girl." He stood up and put his cock in her mouth and fucked her mouth until he shot his cum into her. "Suck it clean now, girl." She swallowed his cum and licked his cock clean, then beamed up at him. "Good girl."

"I love you, sir. Thank you for disciplining me."

"I love you too, babygirl," he said, panting, "but don't forget that was only for the lateness. We still have to teach you a lesson about lying, don't we, girl?"

She popped into an overly innocent look. "Now, sir?"

He sighed and stroked her cheek, "Go to the bedroom and get ready, babygirl. I'll be up in half an hour."

"Yes, sir." She stood up and turned to go. He stopped her and pulled her towards him and they kissed deeply and lovingly. After a few minutes, she turned and went upstairs. He put his pants back on and looked at the clock to note the time.

He spent most of the half hour pacing. He didn't want to do this; she'd been punished enough and taken it well. But he had told her she'd get 25 swats for lying and he knew he couldn't just not punish her for lying to him. That would be failing her. Finally, he thought of a compromise. At half an hour, he headed up to their room.

He found her in bed curled in a ball under some blankets. At first he thought she was asleep, but she turned after a moment. He still felt bad about this, but then she smiled at him unexpectedly. "Sir?"

"Yes, babygirl?"

"You shouldn't feel bad about this. You didn't make me lie to you, or be late." She had a calm smile on her face as she spoke. "I did those things. I was bad, and I need to be disciplined. You're punishing me because you love me, I know that. And I really am thankful for it, I wasn't just looking for an excuse to suck your cock earlier." He laughed a little. "I really meant it as a thank you."

"You're wonderful, babygirl."

"But I was a bad girl tonight, sir." She got up off the bed, still naked, and walked around to the bed toward him. When she got to him she kissed him just below his right ear and whispered, "I'm ready." She turned about and went to the end of the bed and bent over the footboard, baring her still-red butt for him.

He cleared his throat after a moment and tried not to let his voice be anything but firm, "I'm going to give you a choice, girl, about your punishment. I told you you'd get a spanking of 25. You can still have that, or you can choose the quicker option of 10 with a belt." He'd never used a belt with her before. He could tell she was unsure.

After a moment, she said, "Thank you, sir. I'll take the belt, please."

"Then stand up and follow me, girl." She obeyed. He led her from their room into the bathroom and closed the door. He went to the shower and turned it on. He waited for a few moments for the water to become hot. "Get in, girl."

"Yes, sir."

He then took off his own clothes and went in behind her. Feeling the warmth engulf them both, he put his arms around her waist, settling into a backhug. She clearly hadn't expected this and he could feel in her body that she was relaxed by it. He said nothing, just embraced her beneath the hot water, swaying slightly. His cock was nestled between her ass cheeks. Moving her gorgeous wet hair aside, he rested his head forward so that his face was against her neck and shoulder. They stood there, naked together, the water flowing over them both. He felt her pulse. And even in the shower he adored the smell of her. He loved her so much. He needed to communicate this to her deeply, without words. She leaned back into him as well. For several minutes, they both lost themselves in feeling the other there against them. He placed his right hand around her chest, resting over her heart. The gesture was profoundly felt for both of them. She turned her head to his and they kissed tenderly. 




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The way they were both feeling was intensely intimate, and after a while moments she whispered: "Sir, may I touch myself?"

"Yes." Her hand followed the flowing water down to between her legs. And she started to grind her ass gently and slowly againsts his cock. He could feel that the skin on her butt was still raw from her first punishment. Her gentle grinding must have hurt her a little, though he imagined the warm water would be soothing. He was, needlessly to say, very aroused. He began gently massaging her tits, kissing her neck passionately, and then running his hands all over her wet body. Between them, they lost balance a bit and he pressed her against the wall to steady her. She was still playing with her pussy, and as her breathe became heavier, she rubbed her ass against his cock more intensely.

"Fuck me," he heard her say. He merely groaned in response and then shoved her down on all fours. The water was falling on her ass and lower back. "Please, sir, I want your cock inside me." When his cock met the entrance of her pussy, it was wetter than the rest of their bodies. He shoved his cock in her and nearly died of the pleasure of her.

"God, your pussy feels so good, girl," as he thrust into her.

"Ahhh, ahhhh, thank you sir." He savored the feeling of his cock sliding through the wetness and heat of her pussy. Then he began to fuck her harder, slamming his cock as far into her as he could.

"Oh, god! Yes! I love your cock, sir!" She fucked him back, bucking her hips backward in time with him. "Don't stop, don't stop!" He had no intention of stopping. As their intensity grew, they lost position, sliding further and further forward and down with each thrust. He pinched her nipples and held them. "Ahhhhhhh! Oh god, oh god, oh please sir, yes! Oh, i'm gonna cum, i'm gonna cum," she screamed. He was very close, himself. "Can I cum, sir?!"

"Wait, girl."

"Oh god, I can't, I can't!"

"Not yet, not yet." He was almost there...

"Please, sir! I can't -"

"Now. Cum for me, girl!"

"Yes, sir!" Their bodies were wracked with orgasm.

"Cum all over my cock," he grunted with his final thrusts. "Cum inside me, cum in my pussy," she moaned. Their bodies gave one last synchronous quake before they both lay limp on the floor of the shower.

It seemed like only a split second had passed before she sprang alert. She somehow turned around under him so they were facing each other. She pulled his face to within an inch of hers, her entire face and upper chest were flushed and cascading with water. She kissed him hungrily and bit his lip and then began to bite him more fiercely. In the heat of it, without even thinking, he grabbed her arms and pinned her down. She struggled against him, raging with sexual aggression. Then she growled, "I want you to beat my ass with your belt right now."

"Yeah, you want that, girl?"

"Yes sir, I want you to punish me, then fuck my ass after."

He pulled her to her feet and turned her around, holding her wrists tightly as she sparred against him. He pinned her against the wall and held her wrists in place. "Do not take your hands off the wall. Do you understand me, girl?"

"Yes, sir." He could hear the adrenaline in her voice now. He reached out of the shower, to his pants on the floor, pulled his belt from the loops, and doubled it over. He repositioned the showerhead to aim the stream directly onto her ass and then held the belt under the water to wet it.

"Count, girl."

CRACK! "AAAAAH. One!" she screamed. 

CRACK! "TWO!"

CRACK! "THREEEEEEEEE!"

CRACK! "F-FOURRRR!"

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! "FIVE, SIX! SEVVEEENNN!!!!!"

CRACK! "EIGHT!" Red welts were visible on her ass now.

CRACK! "NNNNNINE! OWWW!"

A moment's pause.

CRACK!! "TEEEEENNNNNNNNN!!"

She slumped against the shower wall a bit. He shut the water off and led her, still dripping, to the bed and the threw her down on it face first. He grabbed the lube and coated his cock with it before spreading her ass and pouring lube into her little asshole. Then he pulled her ass to the edge of the bed and stood behind her. He placed the tip of his cock on her asshole and began to push in. Her ass wasn't opening easily, but he persisted. As he worked his cock further into her ass, her breathing became deeper and more ragged. She was phenomenally tight. Her face was turned to one side pressed against the bed and he watched her face shift from wincing to a soundless gasp. Most of his cock was in her now and she began to let out a low moan. He steadily pushed his cock deep into her and then began to pull it back. Slowly at first, he began thrusting in and out of her ass. She began to make more noise, clearly overwhelmed with pain and sensation and loving it.

"How does it feel, girl?"

"It hurts." she gasped "Don't stop." He fucked her faster and harder. "Yeah, sir, punish my ass with your cock!" His body was pounding against where he had just given her the belt and she seemed to be enjoying it more and more. She was so tight he couldn't think: there was only her ass and his cock.

"Play with your pussy while I fuck you, girl."

"Yes, sir!" She hurried to obey. "May I - cum again, sir? I'm - already r-ready."

"Yes, girl, you may." Her hips bucked as she came and the tremor in the tight ass around him was enough to make him cum again as well.

He pulled out of her. And they both slumped and rolled into bed. Sleepily, they smiled at each other. "See, babygirl, fucking your ass wasn't so bad."

"Not bad at all, sir." She closed her eyes and snuggled up to him. "And you punished me, if in a special way. But I did learn my lesson, sir. I'll never lie to you again. And I love you."

"I love you, too, babygirl. Now let's dry off and get some sleep."

"Mmm," she kissed him lovingly, "Yes, sir."



Latent Obsession



Stacy and Jonas Wilmer had been married for 4 years. At 28 years old, Stacy was a revelation to behold. She has turned a lot of heads with her long blond hair, and a body that Jonas would consider "a walking wet dream": delicate and beautiful face, perky 36C breasts, slim waist, and long toned legs. She kept herself in shape by long strenuous bike rides, and daily laps in the pool. Her 41in ass was probably her best feature as it was perfectly round and tight. Whenever she would bend over, it would always make Jonas' cock instantly rise just looking at her.

Also, it wasn't just that Stacy was a babe, she had brains. His wife had graduated first in her class at a top university and was very successful in her professional career, which is not much of a surprise, and she has always been completely dedicated to their relation and faithful. Men just wouldn't stop hitting on her, but she would always turn them down.

Jonas was not on the bad side himself, trying to keep up with her and stay in shape. Their sex life was never extremely "hot", but they did it about twice a week and it was always enjoyable for both of them. Stacy was always dripping wet and tight; so tight that, when they tried to have sex the first time, Jonas just couldn't get inside of her. She was crying from the pressure and pain when he tried to push the head in. It took him some time to get it all in. She'd always talk dirty to him and would always comment about how she loved him stretching her pussy walls. Jonas didn't consider himself that well endowed, at about five inches and reasonably thin.

Unfortunately for him, when they made love he would always have to wear a condom, because his wife wasn't on the pill. Stacy had tried different brands, but the collateral effects like nausea and mood swings were difficult to bear, so she decided to wait for a while until she tried again. Jonas couldn't wait for her to find one she adapted; he would love to feel her bare pussy around his cock.

Three months ago, a friendly, older white couple, in their late fifties, the Burrows, moved to the vacant house next to theirs. From the very first day, they were very polite and clearly wanted to be nice neighbors. They would often invite the Wilmers to their place and cook dinner, in order to get acquainted and share some of their old stories.

The Burrows had a black, adopted, teenage son, Tyrone, who was a different matter, though. He was your typical 18-year-old, full of himself. He was constantly bullying the younger kids on the neighborhood and getting in fights with the older ones. He would skip classes regularly to smoke cigarettes with his delinquent friends and break into parked vehicles for quick cash.

Worse yet, the boy had the nerve to hit on Stacy constantly, even in Jonas' presence! Tyrone would deliberately try to look down her blouse or up her skirt at every opportunity, while making lewd sexual comments that deeply embarrassed her. The kid would often call her a "big-titted playboy bunny" that would love his "big, fat, nigger cock", and, once she tried it, she wouldn't want any other "white nipple dick" inside her again. Obviously, she loathed the kid, who was nothing short of a hoodlum to her, but she didn't let her husband kick his ass in consideration of his parents.

After Tyrone's third police detention, the Burrows were notified that either their son straightened himself, or he would be considered an adult and would be arrested and sentenced for good. His parents were devastated, and asked if Jonas couldn't get him a job at the firm both he and his wife worked. At first, Jonas declined their request, especially because the way the boy treated Stacy, but his wife felt sorry for the Burrows, and finally convinced her husband to change his mind and help them out.

Jonas didn't really know what to do with the kid, though; who would hire someone like him? Tyrone was a pretty messed up individual. Not only he refused to do any kind of actual work, but he also had the looks of a street thug. Certainly, his shaved head, the knife scar on his face, and the baggy clothes weren't a welcoming invitation to anything.

Despite the difficulties, Jonas managed to set him a job interview, which the boy reluctantly accepted. Soon after, he started working as temp assistant for their firm. Surprisingly, he did really well and was able to fit in just fine, even with the gangster-rapper look. The kid even thanked his neighbor for the opportunity and assured him that he wasn't going to let him down.

***

A couple of weeks later, things were going as expected, when Jonas received a note from his boss through Tyrone. He wanted to have an after work reunion to discuss their main project status. Since Jonas had to wait for the meeting, he decided it was a good time to catch up with reports and presentations that were way past due.

Oddly enough, there was no one left at the company at the specified time. Probably, the kid had the date confused, which left him a bit angry. Jonas could have been with his wife, after all, instead of waiting for something that would not happen. He called Stacy, explaining what happened and that he would be home in half an hour; she said she would take a shower and wait for him to return.

Forty something minutes later, Jonas was finally home, and, when he was about to enter, he heard a strange noise coming from the backyard, which sounded much like a "moaning". The husband found that odd, and decided to check that out. He circled the house and was surprised to see Tyrone standing there, peeping at his wife, through the small window that overlooked their shower. Jonas then realized the little shit had deliberately set him up, in order to spy on his wife!

The boy was shirtless, displaying a broad chest that was muscular but not muscle-bound, his pants were around his ankles, and he was masturbating! Jonas looked down and couldn't believe his eyes; the kid had biggest black cock that he had ever seen in his life. It was wet and shinny with his spit all over it. It had to be a foot long and as big around as a beer can. It had veins and everything. It was so big that the boy had to use both hands to cover the entire length. He kept stroking as fast as he could, whispering how he would love to fuck her tight blond pussy and suck on her big tits. After a few minutes, he came and shot huge wads of come everywhere. Jonas watched as the black kid came and came, spraying the walls with his jism, lifted his pants and rushed out.

When Jonas finally got home that night, he was apprehensive about telling his wife what the boy had done, as it would definitely upset her. He decided to keep quiet about it, but he couldn't help but notice his unusual erection!

***

The following day, at work, Jonas was still trying to figure what to do, after witnessing that bizarre incident, when Tyrone approached him. "Hey man, got a minute?"

"Kind of busy..." The husband lied, trying to evade the boy.

"Sorry about yesterday..." The kid smiled. "I think I gave you the wrong date..."

"Just don't let it happen again." Jonas told him, as if he didn't know the kid planned the whole thing.

"Sure ... No hard feelings..." Tyrone exercised his usual cocky attitude. "Since I'm here, I might as well tell you that I want to make amends ... You know ... The things I said about your wife..."

"Well, you should probably show her your good side, to begin with, not your obvious, awful one." Jonas interrupted him. "And you should quit being such a hypocritical liar, as well..."

"You know what? You are right, no more lies..." The boy acquiesced, to Jonas' surprise. "I told you to stay late after work yesterday because I knew your wife would take a long hot shower waiting for you, and I wanted to get a glimpse of those huge melons of hers and that pink, tight, little pussy! But you already know that don't you?" He laughed. "I noticed when you arrived and saw me jacking off my big, black, cunt pleaser, while I was staring at your wife."

"I-I ... Y-You..." Jonas babbled, confronted with the facts.

"Don't worry, man ... It's our little secret ... I'm not gonna tell her that you let men jack their large meat while watching her undress ... I'm gonna show her my best asset, though..." He pointed at the enormous bulge at the crotch of his faded jeans. The white husband noticed that bulge immediately, and was stung with envy. The boy continued, "Don't get me wrong, man ... I appreciate all the things you did for me and all, but you do know I'm going to fuck the shit out of her, don't you?"

Jonas was shocked and immediately went defensive, "I don't think so," but he was shaky in his response. What the hell was this kid on?

"Of course you do ... You will even help me get into her pants and probably will love watching me do it too ... I bet you lay down yesterday thinking about your hot wife being fucked by my huge nigger dick ... Uhmm ... She has such a nice flat tummy ... Can't wait to drive my black monster right up inside there," he stated confidently.

"A-Are you crazy?" Jonas mumbled.

"Face it, man! I've seen that smoking hot body of hers ... Stacy is too hot for you!" The boy grinned an evil grin. "I'm gonna nail her good, it's just a matter of time ... That tight little pussy of hers need to get stretched by a real cock, and I know you don't have what it takes to please a sexy lady like her," he said making a gesture with his thumb and finger of an inch or two, implying he had a small dick.

Moments later, his wife arrived, unaware of what had just transpired. "Hey, guys ... What's up?"

Jonas said nothing; he took her for lunch, as we had done many times before, pretending nothing had happened. He had to admit he was concerned about what Tyrone had said to him, and couldn't stop envisaging the boy and his wife in intimate contact. However, he knew his wife loved him deeply and she would never cheat on him.

***

The end of the year was approaching and, as usual, the company was planning its yearly holiday party. This year, the senior manager decided he wanted the party at the same hotel as the previous year. The hotel was a great place because it had a large room they could rent for the party; they catered everything and had a bar. Another perk was everyone could get drunk and not have to worry about driving home.

When the day of the party arrived, Jonas spent the early portion of the day just like a normal Saturday, while Stacy went shopping. She called him to ask his opinion about her new dress. His wife seemed very excited about wearing something daring for him. Stacy wasn't sure, however, that she would feel comfortable in public wearing such a sexy outfit. Jonas assured her that she would be a big hit with anyone who saw her, no matter what she was wearing.

Later that day

"Stacy, would you please hurry up? We're already late for the party."

"Honey, I'm almost ready. Now stop rushing me!" Of course, he should've known her response would have been something like that.

"Aren't we leaving yet?" Stacy at last stepped out into the living room, where Jonas was waiting. When he finally saw her, he was stunned. She looked like one of those glamour models.

Stacy's highlighted blonde hair just reached her shoulders, framing her face that always seems to be in a perpetual pout thanks to the full lips that she's always had. She was wearing a tight, low cut black dress, showing enough cleavage that made it was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. It showed off her golden tan to perfection. She looked fabulous.

Jonas kissed her neck as she put on her necklace and told her he loved her deeply. She smiled a smile of all's happy with the world, kissed him full on the lips and told him she loved him too. Her full 36C breasts strained against the thin material of her top. The black skirt she had on was short and tight, showing off her slender, tanned legs accentuated by the black strappy high heels she wore.

"I can't believe I'm actually wearing this." She gave him a shy smile when he whistled at her.

"You are the sexiest woman I have ever seen, babe..." Jonas complimented. "Dear Lord ... Look at those..." Her large breasts stretched the top to its limits. The dress was low cut with a full one third of her breasts exposed. "I hope those shoulder straps are industrial strength..."

Stacy giggled and said, "I hope so too..."

Jonas continued to check his wife out as they strolled to the car and drove out of the garage. He noticed two bumps in the front of Stacy's dress and was happy that she wasn't wearing a bra. The husband glanced down at her legs and wondered if she was wearing panties. Stacy noticed his stare and confirmed, "No, I'm not wearing panties..."

"Really?" Jonas doubted.

Stacy pulled her hem up slightly revealing her neatly trimmed bush. "I have to be very careful when I get out of the car or bend over..." She devilishly smiled.

"I'll bet." He agreed.

They headed to the party; the parking lot was full and they had to park at the far end, in a very difficult spot. Jonas watched as Stacy got out of the car. She held the hem of her short skirt firmly. It was no use, however. If anyone had been nearby they would have seen an eyeful. They walked through the large lot, as they made their way to the hotel. Stacy complained about the 5-inch high heels, but, despite the awkwardness of the shoes, she caused heads to turn in her direction. She was quite a sight.

***

The married couple arrived at the party after most of the other employees, and it seemed to be in full swing already. They walked in and noticed a lot of guys dressed in suits and ladies in dresses. They were served a great meal and a few drinks and talked about everything. Jonas told Stacy how proud he was of her. They talked about the looks she was getting, and how he thought she was beginning to like the attention. He noticed that despite her earlier shyness, she was enjoying herself and being sexier than ever.

Stacy was playing it coy, but they both knew that a long session of lovemaking was in their near future. They were so engrossed in their dirty talk that neither of them noticed when they were approached. The couple realized it the hard way.

"Hey, neighbors..." Tyrone greeted them, while serving another round of drinks. "Enjoying the party?"

"Yes, it's lovely..." Stacy replied. "How come you are working? It's a company party after all..."

"I could use the extra cash..." The kid started explaining. "I am trying to make amends, you know..."

"Oh," the blond wife seemed surprised. "That's very mature Tyrone, keep up the good work..."

***

The boy continued fixing them drinks throughout the night. Every now and then, he attempted small talk; Jonas noticed how he was constantly glancing at Stacy's cleavage. Stacy seemed quite aware of it, too. Although his wife was incredibly shy, she did become a tease after just a few drinks; it was like an alternate persona taking over her. She kept leaning forward just enough to encourage the boy's stares.

The kid was wearing very tight fitting trousers, cut off below his knees; he was clearly advertising what he had between his legs. This wasn't lost on Stacy, who by now was very merry from the numerous cocktails provided by Tyrone, and whispered in her husband's ear "The girls at work keep commenting about his size ... Do you think his cock is as big as it looks or has he got a rolled up towel down there?" Jonas knew she was drunk, but that comment really bothered him. Each time the boy passed by, her eyes were drawn to the tell tale bulge!

At about 2am, the fun and entertainment had finished and all the other guests had disappeared to the rooms. The couple was tired and drunk and decided to call it a night. Stacy said she just needed to go to freshen up before they headed upstairs, so he waited for her at the table.

***

Sometime later, Jonas found odd that it was taking that long for his wife to return and decided to check on her. As he stood up, he felt lightheaded as the alcohol started making full effect. He clutched onto the walls, for a while, trying to regain his balance, and started looking for her. Finally, he managed to find her at the deserted far end of the hall, having an argument with the black kid. Jonas immediately hid behind a corner to learn what was going on, without intervening.

"I said no, Tyrone and I mean it! Let go of me!" Stacy said, angrily, as her hands pushed against the black kid's chest; as in shape as his wife was, she was no match for Tyrone and he just laughed at her attempts to free herself.

"You may be saying no now, little baby, but when Tyrone gets to working on you it will change to begging me for more." He lowered his face to hers and his big lips mashed against hers. She twisted her head sideways and put her hand in his face and pushed again.

Jonas knew he should have stormed in and smashed a chair across the boy's head and dragged him outside, but, instead, he froze. Well, not all of him froze. Jonas felt his cock starting to get hard, as he watched his delicate wife struggle with the black boy and it was really turning him on. He didn't really know why. He watched as Tyrone grabber his wife's flailing hands and pulled them behind her back and held them behind her with one of his huge paws.

The teenager's other hand grabbed her by the jaw and pulled her face back to his, and his tongue began assaulting her closed mouth. She was grunting and talking behind her closed lips and he was laughing as he continued working his tongue against her mouth. He finally got tired of not gaining entrance and his hand grabbed the hair behind her head and he twisted it until she moaned in pain. When her mouth opened, his tongue slipped inside and she couldn't stop it. She was still struggling but every time she tried to pull away or close her mouth his hand twisted her hair and she let him have his way. This went on for several minutes of his big tongue abusing her mouth. He finally pulled back and smiled again.

"You might as well enjoy this sweet thing..." He said leaning over her. "I know I will ... I am going to have you as I please tonight..."

"Fuck you! You are nothing more than a bastard who abuses women!" Stacy was gasping. "Take your hands off me now and I won't call my husband!"

"Baby cakes, your husband was the one who asked me to fuck you! That little, wimpy, white hubby of yours doesn't know how to work a little fuck toy like you, but Tyrone here knows just what you need and I am going to give it to you ... In fact you will be screaming for me to give you more."

He released her hands but before she could react he grabbed her shoulders and turned her around until she was facing a nearby table. He pushed her down on top of the table and held her there with one big hand at the small of her back. She was still struggling gallantly but her legs were just off the floor and she had no leverage to push away from him with. He pulled her dress up over her hips and checked on her magnificent behind. He pushed his hard on up against her ass and she struggled on the table top. Her arms were pushing back but his strength was more that she could overcome.

"You feel that big black cock, baby? Soon it's going to be all the way up inside of you. When it gets there you will be screaming my name and begging me to make you cum all over this black cum stick!" He laughed again and his free hand began undoing his pants and pulling his zipper down.

When Stacy heard his zipper going down she struggled even harder.

"Please, Tyrone! Stop it now! Nothing has happened yet and you can leave and I won't say a word! Just stop now and leave!" She screamed.

"Oh, no, sweet thing, I am going to have your sweet little pussy right now and maybe your perfect round ass before I am through tonight."

Jonas leaned back, hiding behind the corner, and called out to his wife; even though he was strangely aroused by that situation, he couldn't let that little bastard fuck her like that. "Stacy? Are you there?"




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"Yes!" His wife loudly answered. "I'm right here!"

Jonas left his hiding spot and headed towards them like he didn't know what happened; Stacy was already back on her feet, fixing her short skirt, regaining her composure, while Tyrone stood still, with a mixed expression of fear and guilt.

"Is everything alright?" Jonas pretended. "I looked for you everywhere..."

"Oh, I-I was just..." Stacy blushed, thinking of a good excuse. "I-I got lost ... T-Tyrone was ... huh ... W-We were..."

Jonas was a bit surprised she didn't tell on the boy, who just moments ago tried to force himself onto her.

"Never mind, honey..." Stacy started walking. "I am very tired and my feet are killing me ... I think we better leave ... I will wait for you in the car."

***

"What the hell just happened?" Jonas asked the boy, after his wife left.

"Nothing, man ... Didn't your wife tell you that?" The teenager laughed, neglecting to tell the husband that he had almost raped her. "Did you expect that bombshell wife of yours to be bouncing up and down my big nigger cock back here? Did you want her to have a sore, stretched cunt, filled to the hilt with my boiling black cum, so you could eat her after and finally know what a real man tastes like?"

"That's absurd!" The kid had crossed the line. "Are you fucking insane?"

"Oh, really? How come you have a hard on, then?" The black fucker pointed at the husband's pants, still laughing. "A tiny boner, but a boner nonetheless..."

"I don't have to stand here and listen to this shit..." Jonas turned his back on the boy, ashamed to be confronted with the truth, and started walking away.

"Hey, man, I'm sorry ... I am just messing with you..." Tyrone followed him. "You are right ... Stacy is a nice girl; she won't fall for someone like me ... I tried to hit on her, but she didn't allow me ... Let me make it up to you, I'll drive you two home..."

"I don't think so..." Jonas replied; the last thing he wanted was to give an opportunity to finish what he had started.

"Come on, I could really use the ride back..." He insisted. "Besides, you are in no shape to be driving at all..."

That was actually true; Jonas had planned to stay at the hotel, but since his wife wanted to go home he needed someone to drive them back, and there was no one left.

"No funny stuff!" The husband warned the boy.

"Sure ... You are the boss..." Tyrone cynically smiled and accompanied Jonas to the parking lot. "I haven't screwed for a week, so I'll have a nice load to blow inside that hot bitch tonight..." The teenager kept thinking.

***

By the time they got to the car, Stacy was already sleeping at the backseat. Jonas checked on her, to make sure she was fine, then hopped onto the passenger's seat, while Tyrone got into the front and drove them out.

The husband watched him for some time, to see if he would try something; he even adjusted the rearview mirror to his position, so he could check on Stacy and prevent the black teenager from staring at his wife. After a while, he slowly drifted to sleep, as the alcohol finally started affecting him.

***

When Jonas finally woke up, he immediately realized he was still in the car. Their SUV was parked in a dark, deserted alley and the driver's seat was empty. He heard something coming from the backseat and directed his gaze to the rearview mirror. The husband was a bit dumbfounded when he saw both Tyrone and Stacy casually talking and laughing. He remained motionless for a moment, watching them carry on. What in the hell was going on?

Then, he saw them kissing.

Jonas gasped as he watched them kissing. It wasn't a friendly little peck either. It was a face-sucking monster of a kiss that seemed to go on forever. The husband sat there in a state of shock as he watched on helplessly. Realizing that he had stopped breathing, he silently gasped and took a deep, shuddering breath as he tried to figure what to do. Not very long ago, his wife was almost crying out rape, now she was getting intimate with no-one other than their hoodlum black neighbor.

"Too bad you aren't awake to see this, man..." The boy laughed while he groped the blond wife. "You would witness your hot and sexy wife being fucked like a cheap ho by the biggest cock you'll ever see!"

"Cut it out, Tyrone!" His wife reprehended him. "That little stunt you pulled at the party almost got us busted ... Now, let's go ... You already had your fun ... Jonas might wake up any minute..."

Tyrone then knelt in front of Stacy as if he was going to help her up but instead he spoke to her in a quiet voice and said, "Now then my little slut, I've watched you looking at my cock bulge all night, so let me see what you've got hidden under those clothes before we leave ... I know your husband hasn't fucked you since you arrived in the hotel so that pussy of yours must now be ready for filling..."

Tyrone then started to unfasten the buttons on Stacy's dress starting at the neck. Even though she was conscious, and able to struggle, she didn't. As each button was loosened, more of Stacy's beautiful body was on show and Jonas could see the lust in his eyes. To be honest, the sight of his wife's lovely tits and the effect it was having on the boy was making his own cock stand to attention.

Tyrone's fingers inched there way between the crease of her top, and he savagely ripped the thin material apart. The small buttons that held her top together scattered in no particular direction. Tyrone's tongue hung out of his mouth as he drooled in anticipation.

Before she could roll away from him, he turned her around facing him, his mouth came down on her breasts. Her breasts barely fit within his hands as he squeezed and groped them, pinching her erect nipples between nibbling teeth. Franticly, Tyrone moved back and forth from one breast to the other, probably wishing his mouth was bigger.

Tyrone pulled the dress open revealing Stacy's in her full glory. "My, my..." Said Tyrone. "No bra nor panties ... Such a naughty girl..." His hands were squeezing her large, firm breasts in such a way that his fingers always finished on the ends of her nipples, stretching them. While he was doing this Stacy's tongue was licking across her lips and she was clearly turned on by what was being done to her.

Tyrone then sucked and chewed at each nipple until they were hard and standing up at least half an inch. He then started to run his tongue down Stacy's stomach until he reached her navel. By this time Stacy's breathing was a lot faster. The boy lifted her hips and pulled the dress out of the way, revealing the neatly trimmed blonde hair on her cunt. The wetness glistening on her pubic hair was a clear indication of Stacy's excitement.

God, she was magnificent! Both men felt it. Her skin was so perfectly soft and smooth. Her body so firm and perfectly shaped. Her waist was tiny, but her hips curved out gracefully. Tyrone shoved her back onto the seat, sitting her down on the edge, facing him. He opened her knees wide, giving him a clear view of her luscious cunt.

Tyrone then pulled her fanny lips apart with his thumbs exposing the luscious pinkness of Stacy's ripe fanny. He inserted two long fingers into her beautiful vagina, and started sawing them in and out.

"Listen, man," the kid said, like he knew Jonas was awake. "Can you hear how wet your wife is? Listen to the slurp as I move my fingers in and out of her pretty swamp."

Every word was like a whiplash across Jonas' back.

Tyrone removed his soaking fingers and put them under the husband's nose, who was still pretending to be asleep. "Smell that, Nipple-dick," the black teenager laughed. "I bet you've never seen your wife this excited ... I bet you've never smelled so much cunt juice in your life..."

It was true; Jonas had never seen Stacy nearly this aroused. By now, the sight and feel and fragrance of Stacy's cunt had been more than enough to make me hard.

"Fortunately, for you, there's a man here who can please her," he said and began removing his shirt.

Stacy was in turmoil; Tyrone pushed her legs apart as he knelt between them; an involuntary moan escaped her lips as she felt his hand on her inner thighs. His hands slid slowly up over the curve of her ass, gripping and groping forcefully before working the back of her short skirt up over the solid slopes of her asscheeks.

He leaned down and placed his nose up against her mound and inhaled deeply. The scent of arousal was unmistakable as he began to gently lick her.

"Oh, baby ... Oh, yes!" Stacy shivered as she felt the cool air on her hot pussy, and she moaned with delight as she felt his tongue make contact with her.

"Oh, God! Yes!" She cried as he dove face first into her; using his tongue like an examination probe, he explored every millimeter of her femininity and savored the taste along the way. He plunged his tongue into her deeper and deeper, leaving no region neither ignored nor neglected. His tongue teased her labia and massaged her clit, while his finger slid deep up inside of her. Stacy's response was to slip her hands under her dress and massage her nipples, while grinding her pussy into his face.

He slowly circled his tongue inside of her and gently massaged her clit, as he clamped his hands firmly around her waist. She moaned with delight as he continued to feed on her femininity.

"Oh, baby ... Oh, you're so good ... Oh, God ... Oh, please ... Honey ... Oh, please, baby," Stacy cried as she felt it begin to build inside of her.

Tyrone responded by clamping his hands to her ass and feasting on her pussy like a starving man. His tongue went into overdrive, fueled by desiring his mouth where it was right now, between the legs of the stunning wife.

"Oh God ... Oh Yes! Oh Fuck!" Stacy yelled as a volcano of pleasure erupted inside of her and waves of pleasure flowed through her entire body. Tyrone lapped up all of her juices and then, rising up to meet her, kissed her deeply on the mouth. Stacy could taste her flavor on his tongue as she gently sucked it.

"I can't let this happen." Stacy said, breaking the kiss and trying to twist away from his forceful grip.

"OW!" She yelped, feeling the palm of his hand come down on her ass.

"I'm going to spank that fine ass of yours until you learn your position, slut!" Tyrone slurred.

"No, I don't think I'm going to let you do that." Stacy said regretting the words instantly.

Tyrone's first blow connected with a resounding slap, the second she caught. However, she wasn't able to avoid the following several ones.

Tyrone's clumsy attempts to feel her up began again in earnest. Feeling his way along her smooth thighs until his hand was completely hidden under her dress. As his fingers massaged her clit, Stacy gasped into Tyrone's mouth, and her body jerked beneath him. Tyrone's second hand was busy kneading her breasts, pinching her nipples between his fingers; rough lips crushed hers in a grinding manner.

Stacy's mouth accepted the probing kiss, her tongue licking the underside of his. Tyrone's hands began to explore Stacy firm body, down her slim waist and over her hips. His caresses were neither smooth nor planned out. He was awkward in his approach, clumsy like an average teenager would be.

Tyrone's mouth was torturing her nipples in a barbaric manner. His knees had worked between her legs prying them apart. Attempts to close her legs just brought him in closer; her pounding fists on his back had no effect on him. He continued kneading and sucking her tits like it was his first and last time. She obviously could feel his cock through his pants.

"Oh shit, Tyrone ... It really does feel huge," she whispered, her hands leaving his arms and reaching for some leverage as he pushed his bulge even tighter into the warm, yielding crevice between her legs. Tyrone's only response was to lean farther over her shoulder and begin nuzzling her mouth with his own, sucking at her lips, his hands sliding underneath her top to begin feeling and fondling her bare titflesh.

"It feels like a fucking arm down there," Stacy continued. The rock hard cock trapped by his pants rubbed against her vagina, twitching and pulsating against her. Seemed like she could feel its heat through the pants and felt herself giving in, forgetting the fight.

Tyrone released Stacy's breasts, and began dropping his clothes. Stacy's skirt was bunched up around her waist revealing her wetness. Her top rested under her firm breasts forcing them alluringly upward. Handprints adorned her flesh and the kid's saliva oozed downward from her erect nipples to her flat stomach.

Tyrone quickly kicked off his shoes and was unbuckling and dropping his pants. He stepped out of them, covered only by an oversized pair of boxer shorts. Despite their looseness, they were tented out by an enormous bulge. Slowly, Tyrone lowered his shorts, exposing first a thick cloud of fluffy, light brown pubes. Then the root of his manhood became visible: it was incredibly thick, stretching four inches across.

Tyrone maneuvered in a way that Stacy's face was within a foot of his crotch. It was hard not to see the contrast; the black boy's soft dick was thicker than Jonas' hard-on was long. The difference in their manhood was a painfully obvious fact for the white husband. Then, the teenager resumed peeling down his shorts. The enormous length of his soft penis went on and on.

Finally, when the top of the shorts had almost reached Tyrone's knees, the ridge came into view betokening the appearance of the enormous, circumcised head. The head mushroomed out, and added another two inches of length. Tyrone finally dropped his pants to the floor. His dick softly swayed, all twelve incredibly thick inches of it.

The huge dick did not hang straight down, because it was projected out away from his body by the equally incredible testicles that supported it. Half again as large as jumbo eggs, they sat tightly in an enormous, downy sac.

Stacy's large breasts were heaving in anticipation; she knew what was about to come. She was about to be raped. All Jonas could hear was her breathing as Tyrone stripped off. She was terrified at what she saw. She had never seen a body so black and well defined. She clearly did not think she could handle such a cock, despite her pussy having got wetter and wetter at the prospect. Involuntarily, the words came out of her mouth: "It's unbelievable! You're enormous!"

Stacy was panting, looking up at her attacker. Her pert big naked breasts were heaving with fear and desire. She looked down at the enormous weapon that was about to split her into two. "Please, Tyrone... Please, don't fuck my pussy with that big black cock of yours!" She pleaded.

Tyrone was, of course, having none of it. He considered her a bitch that was born to handle his cock. Certainly, he hadn't come across a woman of such beauty and was looking forward to fucking the living daylights out of her. He fixedly stared at her perfect body for a few moments and got a massive erection. The swelling in his cock was driving him insane; he looked like he had to have it buried inside the gorgeous blond wife.

"Bitch, you are going to fuck my big black cock in that tight, little, married pussy of yours. You are gonna make your husband so proud that you can take such a dick. I bet his dick is nowhere near as big as mine, is it?"

"Please, no ... Your dick is so much bigger ... It's almost three times bigger ... I just don't think I can handle it. Please, stop..." Stacy answered demurely, in that submissive sweet way that came so naturally to her. "Please, please, let me go ... I'll give you anything, more money than you ever dreamed of ... Don't rape me! Please, don't rape me!"

"All I want is your cherry, bitch..." was his only response. "Now, shut up and lie back!"

She tried to roll up in a ball and protect herself, but it was no use; the boy enjoyed her struggles. He slapped her again, not as hard as before, but painful enough to keep her still. Jonas was desperate; he should have put an end to this ordeal a long time ago, but he couldn't.

"Oh, God, you're much too big for me. You'll kill me. Please let me go, please!"

"Don't' worry, bitch," Tyrone replied, as he got back down on top of her. "You'll take what I've got, and you'll thank God for every inch of it ... You're about to find out what a real man can do for a woman ... And look at your sleepy excuse for a husband ... If he was awake, I bet he would probably be harder than he had ever been before ... It looks like it takes the sight of a real man to turn him on..." He then turned to Jonas' direction. "All right, Nipple-dick, too bad you can't jack yourself off while I give your wife the kind of fucking she'll never get from you..."

Jonas couldn't move.

"Now, reach down, my little slut, take my cock and put it in your pussy ... I want you to feel the weapon that is about to fuck you...

Stacy had grabbed Tyrone's cock and, instinctively, as any black cocking loving whore would do, she lined up the head of his dick against the fleecy exterior of her beautiful cunt. It seemed like an oak log lined up against a key hole. It was an incredible sight to see, the beautiful blond wife's smooth tiny pussy and this huge black cock that was lining up to rape her.

"That's it ... Good girl ... Hold it in that pretty little hand of yours ... Yeah ... It looks so lovely up against your engagement ring. If only your husband could see you now, grabbing on to some convicts black dick, putting it in your pussy, asking to be fucked..." Tyrone was openly taunting the white husband, unaware he was watching in fear and humiliation as his wife readied herself to be raped by the boy.

As soon as he felt her oozing entrance at the tip of his massive cock, Tyrone pushed into her soaked tightness. The huge head started pushing into the wife's pussy; Jonas could see her sharp intake of breath as it popped into her, followed by the loud cry as Tyrone slid his thick cock into her. Despite the obvious resistance, the black teenager continued pushing forward. Thanks to the overflowing liquids in Stacy's vagina, he was able to get the head in. Then, with slow, easy strokes, he gradually went in an inch at a time. However, the beautiful wife was still unprepared for the sudden invasion of the large cock-head.

"W-Wait ... I-It ... Y-You're too big!" Stacy yelled her eyes wide.

Tyrone ignored her command and pushed his hips forward. Four inches followed the massive head inside Stacy's tight body. Jonas could see the walls of her pink vagina spread out painfully. Her back arched and the pretty blue eyes became dilated through fluttering eyelashes.

"D-Don't ... S-Slow ... You're too big!" Stacy continued whimpering, unable to stop the tearsrolling from her eyes. "Oh! Oh, fuck! It's big!" She wailed. "Oh, God! OhMyGod!" She cried out.

Her tight cunt encased his engorged cock so tightly that it seemed like he would split her in half. Stacy's heavy breathing was causing her firm breasts to rise and fall, enticing the kid. Tyrone inched a couple more inches into her quivering body, her eyes closed tightly. The white husband saw his wife spread her legs completely apart, alleviating some of the pain while allowing Tyrone to sink more of his cock inside her. The kid stared down at her, compassion gone from his sneering face.

Stacy's tilted her head down as she watched him inch his cock into her tight pussy. Tears burned her eyes as she watched him go inch by inch inside her. The head of his cock made an outline inside the flat of her stomach. She bit the bottom of her lip to keep from screaming and watched the massive outline of Tyrone's cock move deeper and deeper inside her twitching belly.

Tyrone paused, letting Stacy adjust to his immense size, holding her by the hips now. In that position, Jonas had a clear view of his wife's cuntlips stretched around they boy's cock, nearly half of its length still exposed, her clear, sticky wetness oozing out around his prick. After only a few seconds, Stacy groaned deeply and started wiggling her hips slowly from side to side while thrusting herself gently upward, managing to fuck a few more inches of her straining pussy onto his large organ. She could see at least four inches of his hard cock that had not yet entered her and looked in shock.




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"I-I ... I can't take no AAAAAaaagggh!" She screamed as the kid pushed his hips forward; another inch of his blood engorged cock prying its way inside her stretched pussy. Tyrone had worked himself firmly between her stretched out thighs.

"Oh, God! Oh, Dear God!" Stacy cried; she used all of her abilities as a gymnast and spread her long legs straight outward allowing Tyrone to push more of his throbbing cock into her. Tyrone looked like he could not take anymore, she was just too fucking tight, and her pussy clung to him like wet leather forcing Tyrone to use all of his concentration to keep from cumming. Tyrone stared down at the wife and plunged his hips forward.

"AAAAAaaaggghhh! Fuck! Ohhhhhgawwwwd!" Stacy squealed.

"Oh yes, that's it. Your pussy feels so god damm good. Take my cock bitch, you know you want to..."

"No! God dammit, Tyrone ... No!" Stacy panicked, as she felt herself being stretched beyond imagination; her cunt started to accustom itself to a stimulation she had never known. What she was experiencing now was bringing her into a new world. Pleasure nerves she never knew existed were being stimulated as her cunt was stretched for the first time. Only a couple of strokes after Tyrone inserted the head of his cock, when only about four inches were in, Stacy experienced an orgasm far more intense than anything she had ever known. But Tyrone was going deeper.

"Oh, sweet baby, your pussy is so fucking wet and it sure is hot too. Your pussy is burning inside for Tyrone's big black cock, isn't it?" He said as he stopped with the head of his cock inside of her pussy.

Jonas knew exactly what he was talking about when he said her pussy was burning. Stacy had the hottest pussy he had ever fucked. It was smooth and soft like velvet inside and so hot that his cock wanted to explode on the first stroke. The teenager flexed his big hips and shoved again into her pussy gaining a little more ground. He pulled out again and shoved harder and Jonas could see a couple of more inches go inside of her pussy.

"Damn baby, you sure are tight and hot. I can tell your hubby has a small dick because you are virgin tight. Let's see if we can fix that little problem right now!" He said and he pulled his cock out until he could see the whole head of it before he shoved hard with his hips and buried that huge black log halfway up into Stacy's sweet pussy.

Stacy screamed a guttural scream and arched her head back from the pain of his intruding cock.

Tyrone looked at the passive form of the white husband. "Oh, your bitch's cunt is hot, man," he said. "I'm already in deeper than you'll ever be, Nipple-dick. So take my word for it, this is world-class cunt."

Jonas' humiliation was indescribable, as he watched a nigger boy fucking his wife like he would never be able to. Now, the kid had both hands on her hips and he eased further inside and, slowly, inch-by-inch she slid down his long thick cock, moaning loudly. Jonas' cock was throbbing as he watched intently.

About seven or eight inches in, his wife gasped, in pain, "Ow, my tummy!" Tyrone had no doubt hit her cervix, but he pressed on and she didn't resist, and bore the pain as his cock drilled further inside her than ever before. This was way past virgin territory.

"You are loving this now, aren't you sweet thing? Your pussy is sloppy wet and it is pulling on my big black dick now. You better not cum without telling me, little bitch. I want to hear you scream it out now!"

With that said he began to fuck her harder and faster. Her grunts and moans were coming faster and quicker. His big black hand came down hard across her right ass cheek as he fucked her harder and faster.

"Tell me, bitch! Tell me you are cumming on this big black cock!" Each time he said it his hand smacked her ass hard again.

It was happening; his wife was going to cum while being raped by this big black cock. Her head had lifted off the seat and she was gritting her teeth trying to keep her mouth shut. Each time the hand would come down on her ass, she would jerk hard and shake her head as if to say no.

"Come on, my little fuck toy! Scream out to Tyrone and tell him to fuck you harder! Scream my name, bitch, and tell me you love this big black cock!" His hand slapped her ass harder; her grunts were louder and more guttural with each slam of his hips and each slap of his hand on her ass.

"Oh, fuck! No! No, No, NO!" Stacy finally broke; she was fighting with everything she had but her body was betraying her and she was losing ground fast.

"Hell yeah, little bitch! Cum all over this big black cock! Feel what it is like to really fuck a cock! Tell me bitch, who's your fuck daddy? Scream my name as you cum on my cock, bitch!" Tyrone was yelling at her now.

She groaned as their pubes mashed together and he was fully inside her. It was like it was in slow motion. It was done. His wife was fucking another man. Jonas was so turned on. Someone, who was nothing but a delinquent kid, claiming his wife as his own. They stayed like that for a few minutes, passionately kissing, while his wife's pussy stretched to accommodate his size and length.

"Ahhhhh, it is too big! Take it out, please ... It hurts ... It hurts..." was all Stacy could mutter, as her hands came up on to Tyrone's taught muscular stomach and tried, with no luck, to push him off.

"That's it bitch, take my cock in you pussy, you gorgeous whore." Half of his cock entered. "My God you are tight, your husband clearly ain't been fucking you properly..."

"Oh Lord, it is so big, it feels like it is splitting me into two. Please be gentle, I don't think my poor pussy can handle it, it is so big. Oh, Gawd..."

"Oh, you are going to just love it when the pain stops little girl ... Hold on tight now!"

His hips drew back one more time and, when he did, Jonas could see the moisture of her wetness on the half of the teenager's cock that had pushed inside of her. She was wet now and the next thrust was a lot easier. He shoved all the way inside of her pussy until his balls slapped against her clit when he bottomed out. He grunted as he reached the bottom of her pussy and he held himself inside of her without moving.

"Oh, God! Oh, fuck! Oh, God! No more ... No more! Please, stop! Please, don't!" She kept crying over and over.

Jonas had asked himself over and over again why? Why didn't he stop this insanity and rescue his wife for this monster who was raping her against her will. Why did he just stay there without moving? And why, for fuck's sake, did he watch it like some peeping time pervert?

"Ahhh, no ... Take it out, it is too big! Please, help..." She screamed, looking at her husband, who was still pretending to be sleeping.

"God damn, this bitch is so tight, it's like she's never been fucked before ... That's it, bitch! Take my cock in your married, white pussy ... Don't worry, I am going to stretch it good ... I'll ruin it for your pencil-dick hubby forever ... You will enjoy it soon..." The boy then thrust all his 12 inches in.

"Ahhhhhh ... Please, no ... It is too big ... P-Please, stop ... Stop raping my poor pussy with that big black cock ... It hurts ... I am a married woman ... Oh, p-please ... Be gentle ... Oh! Oh! Oh..."

Stacy was babbling and much of it was incoherent, she was stuffed like never before and Tyrone had started to pound her. He needed to take his pleasure in her tight white body and her feelings were obviously irrelevant.

"Take that cock, bitch! You know you can handle it ... It is what you want ... It is what all you white bitches want, to be fucked hard by some big nigger dick ... That's it, take it!" Then, with his powerful arms, he lifted her legs in the air so that her feet, which still had on her black heels, were pointing upwards. This allowed him to penetrate her pussy even deeper.

He was still kneeling up so that he could have a good look at his victim's face, which was still one of shock and awe at the vicious pounding she was being forced to endure. Her massive tits were shaking up and down in response to the assault and the car started to bounce wildly. Tyrone now pounded her vigorously for a few minutes. Nothing was heard other then the car's suspension, Tyrone's grunts and poor little Stacy's delicate little screams.

Her pussy was beginning to respond, as Jonas knew it would. It had been wet before, now it was positively dripping. And instead of the screams of protest, little mewing noises of appreciation were coming out of her lovely mouth. "Ohh, ohh, ohh..." was all you could hear from Stacy now. Tyrone noted this. He had noted that her pussy was wet when he entered, but now was positively dripping with desire. The bitch was beginning to enjoy the attack. Tyrone drove his advantage home.

"Tell your husband what is happening ... Look at him and describe what I am doing to you..."

"Oh, no ... P-Please ... Oh, God! Please, be gentle ... You are fucking me too hard ... Oh! Oh! Oh! It is good ... Deeper, fuck my tight pussy deeper..."

"Tell him, bitch! Tell him what it is liked to be fucked by some big nigger cock."

Stacy turned her head to look at the pretending husband, who was now horrified at the change in demeanor of his wife. No longer merely the victim, she was beginning to enjoy the attack.

"Oh, baby ... He is fucking my little pussy with his giant black cock ... Oh, he is fucking me hard, like I have never been fucked before ... Oh ... Oh! Oh ... It feels so fucking good ... Oh, honey ... He is so big ... I don't think I'll be able to feel you ever again ... Fuck, he is going to split me into two ... Oh, if you were awake you'd see your wife being fucked like a slut by a monster nigger cock ... Ohhhh..."

Stacy came. She came because she was being raped. More importantly, she was being raped by some big black dick. She should have felt ashamed, but she didn't. She had never had an orgasm like that before, it felt wonderful. She had always wanted to be taken roughly, but this had been better than anything she could have possibly imagined. And it confirmed to Jonas what he had always secretly feared: she was a slut. And she was a slut for black dick.

Of course it was humiliating for Jonas to watch his wife get fucked and in a way that he could never possibly manage. But never in his wildest nightmares could he have imagined that being raped by a large black boy would provoke him to feel aroused. And for his wife to cum! It was disgusting. It was wrong. It was not possible. Unless of course, instead of marrying the sweet innocent woman he thought he had married, he had actually instead married a whore. A whore for black cock. And that could only be the possible explanation as the cries from his whore of a wife got louder and louder and she seemed to be in a constant state of orgasmic bliss.

Stacy was now totally oblivious to her husband's presence and the only thing she was aware of was the wonderful big black cock that was pounding away in her once tight cunt. "Oh God, that's it, fuck me hard, rape me with your big black cock ... Oh God, that feels so fucking good." Was what he could hear from his once shy wife.

Tyrone was of course delighted. He now dropped her legs and leaning up started to hammer away for all he was worth. Stacy in turn spread her legs for her attacker, determined that he should derive as much pleasure from her tight married body as possible. She also thrust up to meet his lunges, determined to drain the considerable stamina that she knew his cock would provide.

"That's it bitch, take all of my cock. You love it, don't you? You love the fact that you are being fucked for the first time. Your pussy was so tight, but my good cock has stretched it out good for you. Tell me bitch, is it better than your husband's?"

Without thinking, Stacy answered, "Oh, y-yes, it is so much better ... Your black cock is so much b-bigger than my husband's ... It feels so good ... I didn't know fucking could be so good ... Ooh, harder, please, fuck my married pussy harder ... Oh that's it, rape me..."

The stunning wife whispered, "I love the way you fuck me," into Tyrone's ear and she began to fuck him, gyrating her hips and moving side to side and up and down his black monster. His massive cock was loosening her pussy up for good. It was definitely out of shape; Jonas realized at this point he was a loser and a fool to let this happen, but that didn't stop me from loving the sexual thrill he was getting from seeing this.

"Oh, yes, baby! Yes, Tyrone! It feels so good, it's so thick, mmmmmm," she moaned over and over. The black boy's cock was glistening proudly in the wife's juices as her pussy, tightly wrapped around his pole, sucked and massaged it, up and down, up and down. It was as mesmerizing as it was beautiful. The pace began to pick up and she began to screw him harder and harder.

Jonas remained static with his painful erection, while his wife experienced pure ecstasy; he could clearly see Tyrone's cock driving up into her flat tummy, just like promised. He had his hands all over her hot body, especially her tits, enjoying her silky soft skin. Then, she started to buck and moan more and more, and then started to scream at full voice. The white husband couldn't believe it!

The teenager stopped the wife, and she rose up off his cock, and let him lay her on her back, knowing that he wanted to bury himself fully into her, again. He parted Stacy's legs, and her pussy looked completely different. It was totally stretched out, unrecognizable. He easily slid his cock deep into her and started fucking her really hard. They were going wild.

"Oh, fuck! Yeah," she moaned. "Do me baby, give it to me! Fuck my pussy deep!" Stacy pleaded. Tyrone sank the rest of his rock-hard, oversized cock into the blond wife's drooling pussy in one smooth stroke, until he could see her straining cuntlips hitting the broad base of his cock, Stacy groaning in pleasure.

"So deep! Oh, yeahhhh! So fuckin' good!" She moaned, her words slightly muffled as her mouth met his neck as he lowered himself onto her.

"That's so deep, baby ... God, you big-dicked black stud! Do it, baby! Fuck my pussy good, honey ... Take it, take my cunt!" Stacy's words were abruptly ended as the teen started slamming his hips downward, launching right into a deep, hard fuck-stroke just as his wife had begged, drawing several inches of his thick, long prick out of her stretching cunt and then pounding it fully back into her, the powerful base of his cock smacking wetly into her oozing pussy as Stacy squealed in pleasure.

"Ohhhh!" She groaned loudly as Tyrone's hands gripped tightly to her slim waist as his dick pounded her hard.

"Oh, Stacy ... Your pussy is so fucking good!" Tyrone groaned behind her as his dick continued to slam into her hard.

"Oh, fuck! Fuck me hard! Oh this is so fucking good! Mmmmmmmm!" She groaned loudly as she pushed herself back onto Tyrone's rod using her hands and knees for support.

"Oh, yeah!" He groaned as he pulled her hard back onto his dick, and reached to grab hold of her tits roughly.

"OH! Pump your big black dick into me! OH! UMMM! Yeah!" Stacy groaned loudly as Tyrone's hands used her tits to pull her back hard on to his invading rod.

Stacy looked like her senses were slipping away as the dick continuously burying itself within her tight hole brought her closer and closer to her massive orgasm. The words pouring from her mouth came without thought. The thought pushed her closer to the edge. Tyrone growled harshly, his foot long dick fucking in and out of her furiously as his hands mauled her big tits, using them to pull her harder onto his dick.

She, Jonas Wilmer's blonde knockout wife, was getting the fucking of a lifetime. Her face was contorted in pleasure. Stacy couldn't help but moan as she watched herself being fucked ruthlessly by Tyrone. Tyrone roughly pulled Stacy's long blonde hair back, yanking that gorgeous, ecstasy-showing face back hard. He was grabbing hold of those magnificent set of tits as he slammed his dick into her tight pussy.

"Oh, fuck, Stacy! That's it! Fuck yourself back on to my big black dick!" Tyrone growled as he pulled her hair towards him hard.

"Ohhh! Fuck! Yes! So close! Please fuck me! Oh! So fucking close!" She groaned loudly, responding to the rough treatment.

As he continued to fuck her pussy as hard as he could, her moaning became loud groaning, and her groaning became loud screams of ecstasy.

"Yes! Yes! Ohhhh! Almost ... there! Oh! Fuck me! Ohhh! Yes! Fuck me!" Stacy screamed loudly before her pussy suddenly clamped tightly all around Tyrone's dick sending an amazing wave of pleasure through his dick as he continued his rapid assault in and out of her.

Stacy's grip tightened and she let out a loud scream of passionate ecstasy.

"Ohhhh, fuck yes! I'm cumming! Oh, fuck! I'm cumming! Uhhh!" The wife screamed loudly before groaning incomprehensibly between tightly clenched teeth.

Stacy shook hard as Tyrone slammed his dick harder into her the last few times before he too growled at her, as he was about to cum.

"Come on, you black stallion ... Fuck me and feel my tits! Oh you're so fucking big and hard!

Tyrone moaned, "I'm going to cum soon." Then a thought flashed through Jonas' mind: the bastard wasn't using protection! The boy looked back and smiled at the husband, still probing deeper into Stacy, never missing a stroke. "Don't worry about missing the action, man ... Your wife will be carrying a real man's child in her belly when she leaves this car..."

Jonas thought he had already descended as low as he could, but this comment just deflated him. His wife would be carrying another man's child. And he knew that with Stacy's religious convictions, there was no point in even suggesting an abortion.

Tyrone had gone back to full concentration on raping his wife. Jonas wanted to look away, but he couldn't. He was hypnotized by the sight, only inches from his eyes, of Tyrone's enormous piston going deeper and deeper into his own wife's cunt. He could smell the strong fragrance of sweat and sex from their steaming crotches. With each thrust, more of Tyrone's enormous shaft disappeared beneath light fur that marked the portal to Stacy's love channel. Then Tyrone would pull out almost to the limit, and then slowly plunge back in, descending another inch. Eleven inches! Twelve inches!

Stacy was going crazy; she had never dreamed of being penetrated this deeply, she had no idea of the pleasure centers inside her that had never before been plumbed. Now these pleasure nerves were all going off, and Stacy thought she was losing her sanity. Orgasm after orgasm hit her, each one bigger than before.

Finally, one more plunge, and Tyrone's hot iron penis was fully lodged inside Stacy's stretched vagina. At twelve inches, Tyrone had felt his tip touch her cervix. The next several strokes had stretched it back. Finally, he had penetrated the last barrier. His shaft filled her love canal to its stretched out capacity. The head of his cock was in her womb itself.

Tyrone began fucking Stacy in earnest. Her orgasms continued to build, each one coming on the heels of the one before with greater and greater intensity. This went on for ten, fifteen, twenty minutes. Jonas sat absorbed in the close-up view of the spoliation of his wife; by now, her orgasms were so intense and coming so close together that they had run into each other. She was in a continuous state of orgasm, electricity running at unimaginable voltage through her frame. She thought she would die, she had no control of herself. Perhaps without realizing it, she was moaning, "Oh God, fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Take me! Fill me! I can't stand it, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! Never stop! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

Stacy may not have known she was saying these words, non-stop. But Tyrone heard, and relished every word. And Tyrone knew that her husband could be hearing every word. Hearing his own trophy wife expressing the uncontrollable urge to be fucked by her rapist! Tyrone loved it.




Latent Obsession



The sight of Stacy's fierce passion as this most beautiful of women was utterly overcome by Tyrone's own sexual power, and the thought of the humiliation the white husband was suffering, finally became too intense. Tyrone felt his climax coming on. He thrust faster and harder, and brought Stacy to an even higher pitch. She was screaming now, a piercing scream that knifed right into my heart.

Oh! Ummmm! Oh, it's like a fucking baseball bat is fucking my pussy! Oh! Ummm! Yeah! Oh! Fill me up, baby! Cum inside me! Come on, breed me! Cum in my pussy and knock me up!" She kept yelling.

"You know when your belly is bloated with my kid I'm gonna have to fuck you in the ass." Tyrone said bringing his hand down sharply on her bottom.

"Owwwwwwww! Ohhhhh ... Gawwwwwd!" Stacy whimpered, probably from the sudden spank and the visualization of the large cock buried in her ass.

"Ah, fuck! Here you go, Stacy! Take it!" He growled harshly before pulling her head harshly back and digging his fingers into her slim waist as he buried his big, hard dick as deep as he could within her very welcoming pussy.

Then the moment came. Tyrone's mammoth engine began bucking with incredible force. Stacy's pelvis was whipped violently around by the first bursts. Then she felt the red-hot pellets, fired directly into her womb. Tyrone and Stacy held each other closely, lips locked and tongues entwined in a passionate kiss, each simply overcome by the force of what they were feeling.

"Cum inside me baby ... Shoot that black spunk in my white pussy!" Screamed Stacy as she sensed he was about to blow as his fucking became erratic. The wife reached out and gripped her apparently dormant husband's hand tightly as Tyrone grunted and he blasted his cum inside her pussy.

"Oh, yes! I can feel you flooding me with your seed ... It's so fucking hot..." She screamed as she felt his hot cum lash her pussy walls, coating them and filling her womb. She broke her hand from her husband's little embrace and wrapped both her legs and arms around the black boy. "Oh, baby ... That feels amazing! Oh, yeah ... Pump me full of your black cum!"

Jonas watched; he had never felt this forlorn, this abandoned, in his life.

As the black teenager's dick expanded and shot massive globs of hot, sticky cum deep into Stacy's unprotected pussy, she screamed louder than ever as yet another orgasm shook through her, triggered by the asshole kid's cum blasting deep into her.

As Tyrone dumped his cum deep into the womb of the wife, he seemed light-headed. Of course, Stacy was ecstatic at that point too, but in a far different way. She was in ecstasy as several orgasms shook her senses out and Tyrone pumped load after loads of his cum deep within her pussy and flooding into her unprotected womb.

Stacy's orgasm began to subside and her body also stopped shaking as she felt Tyrone slowly pull the entire length of his big dick from her pussy. When Tyrone finally pulled out, his penis was "shrunken" to its soft state of eight inches long and four inches wide.

As they descended, Stacy was in a new state. After the fierceness of her innumerable orgasms, she now felt a tranquility and contentment that she had never known. She held tightly to Tyrone. He was her rapist. He had violated her person, stolen her dignity, and trampled on her most deeply felt moral beliefs.

And it didn't matter. She hated him, fiercely. But so what? He and only he could give her what she now knew she needed as a woman. No love for her husband, no moral beliefs, no belief in her own self meant a thing compared to-- well, she might as well be truthful with herself. Compared to his penis. She lived for this man's phallus. She would do anything for it, and for what it could do to her.

It was all over for Jonas. He moved around to see huge globs of Tyrone's cum leaking from her pussy. That made him cum in his pants without even touching himself. She was his girl now. The boy had stolen his wife from him with his huge cock, just like in his wildest fantasy.

"Ohhh!" Stacy groaned into the backseat of the car as his dick left her, then mumbled, "Put it back in..."

***

Startled, Jonas awoke in the middle of the night, in their bedroom. Stacy was stirring next to him, and his sudden movement woke her up as well.

"Are you okay, honey?" She asked, worried.

"W-What happened?" he groaned as she held his head.

"You just had too much to drink at the party..." She smiled. "I had to carry you all the way back here..."

"Thank God, dear..." He took a deep breath, relieved. "I just had the worst nightmare ever ... You and Tyrone were..."

"Shhhh," she interrupted him. "Come here, big boy..." His wife climbed on top of him and started kissing him passionately. Jonas was so shaken up from the nightmare, that he was having erectile problems. He pictured Tyrone's large cock in his head and he remained limp despite his wife's desperate tugging on it.

"What's wrong, baby?" Stacy noticed her husband misfortune.

"I-I ... N-Not..." Jonas stammered, deeply embarrassed about his condition.

"I know what will help ... Let me suck your cock..." She bent over, in total submission, in front of him.

Jonas saw his wife's hands reach out and felt his fingers tangling in her flailing hair. His hands cupped her head and drew it toward his smaller penis as he ground his loins up against her face so that she could feel his limp organ.

Finally, after she had fumbled for another moment, the small fleshy instrument burst excitedly into the air. Jonas grabbed her hand and wrapped it around the skinny penis, skinning it back so that the red-fleshed head popped out from the foreskin a scant few inches from her eyes.

Then, his hands were at her lips, forcing open her mouth. He inched his hotly pulsating cock-head forward until it rubbed lightly against her teeth. Suddenly, Jonas' eager hands jerked her head toward his penis and it rammed forward into the warm saliva of his wife's mouth, twisting her long blonde hair in his hands until she thought he would rip it from her head by the roots. Stacy could feel the head sliding wetly up the full length of her tongue inside, the tiny droplets of pre-ejaculate seeping from it, filling the warm cavern between her cheeks with its pungent salty taste.

His hips on the bed began a slow undulation, the small penis sliding in and out of her mouth with a wet sucking sound guided by his hands gripped tightly in her hair.

"I'm gonna cum, honey!" Jonas announced.

"Cum inside me, baby!" She begged him, while sliding her naked cunt around his smallish penis. It slid in quite easily. She must have been really wet. Stacy moaned with pleasure when she felt its head penetrate her pussy.

"Oh, fuck!" Jonas started dumping his load up his wife's tight - "Wait a second!" - He thought. The husband opened his eyes to make sure what he was doing. He looked down at his penis buried inside his hot wife to the hilt and then up at her, who seemed to be having an orgasm of her own.

The strange thing was that he couldn't feel the walls of her pussy gripping his hard cock like a vice, just like all the previous times he had made love to her. This time it felt like he shoved his dick inside a warm glass of water, and he was struggling his hips so his cock could touch the walls of the recipient.

"Oh, Gawd! Oh, baby!" Stacy bucked on top of him, aggressively. As her orgasm subsided, she got off of his lap and, when he looked down, he saw an immense amount of cum coating not only his entire penis, but his pubic hair, balls and even the bed under him! Jonas had never seen so much spunk in his life!

"That was awesome, baby!" His wife complimented him, trying to catch her breath. "I don't remember the last time I came that hard!"

"Uh..." The husband babbled, dumbfounded. "Thanks, honey..."

"God, look at you!" She smiled at the scene before her. "You came like a fucking geyser! You are definitely taking me to more of those parties!"

"Whatever you say, dear..." He mumbled, not really sure about what just happened. "Whatever you say..."