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Breaking Mrs. Spencer

By: TangoVader



I always worried about my son Kyle ever since we moved into our new neighborhood. Things had been rough since my husband left us for his blonde secretary, but fortunately between the alimony payments and my thriving career, we were at least doing well financially. I'd sold our old house, because of the 18 years of memories and decided to start over with a new home far away from the embarrassment of having to deal with our married neighbors and their phony sentiments. They'd all known Brad was fucking around on me for years and said nothing. I was determined not to have to look in their smug faces. 

Despite my husband's choice to leave me for a younger woman, I was still quite the catch. I worked out religiously and for a woman pushing 40, my large breasts and stripper curves still managed to get lots of attention younger men. I would sometimes wear my hip-hugging jeans when I would visit Kyle's school and I couldn't help but notice all of the teenaged boys with their eyes glued to me. Several of the male teachers seemed to find excuses to introduce themselves, even the ones that didn't teach my son.

Not that I minded the attention. It was very validating for me especially after a messy divorce. I was determined to get into the best shape of my life and use my body to drive men crazy. The few times when my ex-husband would stop by to pick up Kyle, I always made sure to wear something tight and revealing, to remind him of what he was missing. Once he stopped by unannounced while Kyle was at school, and I answered the door in a bathrobe and my sexiest bra and thong panties. I thought he was going to cum in his pants right in the doorway. He tried to butter me up and asked if he could come inside to talk, but I flatly refused. I knew he wanted to fuck my brains out but he'd lost those privileges when he chose to fuck around on me. Besides, I was enjoying my new life and it brought me extreme pleasure to be able to manipulate men with my body.

However, things were not going so well for my son. The problem was, Kyle was quite the bookworm and had a hard time fitting in at his new private school. Bullies picked on him relentlessly and it got to the point where I considered sending him to another school. But he'd been through so much already, his dad basically had abandoned him and I didn't want him to have to go through another adjustment. Luckily one of his classmates, Deon, noticed the bullying and stepped in. Deon was one of the more popular boys in the school. He played football and basketball and because of his tall muscular build, most of the other boys, including the bullies were afraid of him.

He was from a low-income background, but because of his athletic skill, he'd been given a scholarship to the prestigious high school. At first I concerned with Deon taking such an interest in Kyle, seeing that he was a black kid from a notoriously bad neighborhood, but once I got to know him, he seemed like a really nice kid. Once everyone found out that Deon was friends with Kyle, the bullying stopped. In fact, Kyle's popularity grew. His grades improved and he even ended up with a nice cheerleader girlfriend named Jennifer.

Eventually, we started going to the football and basketball games and cheered for Deon as he wowed the crowd with his athletic prowess. Everything was wonderful, until the one night that changed everything.

It was the day of graduation and I had a small party at the home for Kyle and some of his friends. At first I was worried that no one would show up and Kyle would be all alone, but that was far from the case. Deon and a lot of his friends came over as well as Jennifer and her cheerleading squad. As word got out, practically the whole senior class was at my house, and I had a heck of a time making sure that everyone had enough to eat and no one was drinking...at least to my knowledge. 

Later that night, the party thinned out and I was getting ready to turn in. Jenny and her fiends had left and so had Deon's group. Yawning, I left Deon and Kyle on the couch playing his X-Box and went upstairs to bed.

I woke up around 2:30 A.M. and went to the bathroom. After leaving the bathroom, I noticed that it was quiet and dark downstairs, but the light from the TV was still flickering. Figuring that Kyle had fallen asleep, I decided to go downstairs to wake him. As I walked down the hallway, I stopped short at the top of the stairs and couldn't believe my eyes. There was Deon sitting on the couch, with his hand on the back of Kyle's head, as Kyle was bobbing his head up and down on his cock. I was in total shock! 

At first I assumed that Kyle was being forced but then I noticed the way Kyle was bathing Deon's meaty cock with adoration. He was practically devouring it, slurping the enormous head and tenderly kissing and licking his balls. Kyle wrapped his arms around Deon's back and I watched him lick the insides of Deon's muscular thighs before returning his attention to the thick, dark shaft between his legs. Deon's cock was at full attention, throbbing with each wet lick of attention Kyle lavished upon its length. I could practically hear the slurping noises and Deon's groans all the way upstairs. 

Kyle gripped Deon's pole with one hand and began working it up and down with his greedy mouth, his saliva pooling in Deon's huge nut sack. I couldn't believe the way the young boy's cock glistened in the moonlit room as my only son worked him with incredible attention to detail. My son's free hand was everywhere, massaging Deon's chest, cupping his balls, rubbing his thighs. Meanwhile Deon had begun to hump Kyle's face while he held my son's head with an iron grip.

I stood frozen in my tracks as Deon threw his head back and blasted a cannon shot of cum into my son's throat. Most of it, Kyle was able to swallow, but what he missed slid down the side of Deon's monster cock and my son happily lapped up the remainder. After finishing his task, Kyle curled his face into Deon's lap, like a loyal cock-slave, licking and kissing the softening hunk of meat before him. Meanwhile, Deon continued to run his fingers through Kyle's hair. I couldn't believe what I'd just watched take place.

Suddenly Deon arched his head upwards and it appeared that he'd seen me before I'd taken a few steps back. My heart was racing as I tiptoed back into my bedroom. I slowly crawled into my bed and cried. I'd just witnessed my son swallow another boy's cock in my own house and I'd done nothing to stop it. I felt like the worst mother in the world.

I soon drifted off to sleep and found myself dreaming that I was between Deon's legs, slurping that gigantic monster cock. Kyle watched me as Deon placed his meat between the soft flesh of my firm breasts and violently tit-fucked me until he coated my face with a boatload of hot, sticky semen. Then I watched helpless as Deon grabbed my legs and lifted them onto his broad shoulders. I screamed with joy as he dumped his cock into my boiling pussy and fucked me right in front of my son. My tits bounced as his thighs slapped my ass, each thrust filling me more deeply than the last. Suddenly, Deon tensed up, grabbed his cock in his hand and showered my entire body with cum. He kept pumping his cock in his hand and spurt after spurt of his cum shot into the air, landing on my face and lips. He then brought his cock to my lips and just when I opened my mouth to accept him, I found myself waking up in my bed.

It was 7 AM. Still rattled by the intensity of my dream, I sat up in my bed and took a few deep breaths to calm down. I was about to go downstairs to see if Deon was still in the house when I noticed the heat between my legs. I brought my fingers to my box and sure enough my panties were soaked with my juices. I must have gotten so aroused during my dream that I came in my sleep.

For the next two weeks I wrestled with whether or not to confront Kyle about what I saw. If my son was gay, I could accept that, but I couldn't help but feel that Deon had taken advantage of him. Or maybe in return for Deon being so nice to him, Kyle felt obligated to offer himself. Either way, I was sure the relationship wasn't healthy. Rather than embarrass my son, I decided to eventually confront Deon about it.

About a month after the incident, I threw a pool party for Kyle and his friends. In the time leading up to the party, Deon had been over to the house a few times and I'd made sure to keep an eye on him, never leaving him and Kyle alone for too long and making sure that everyone was gone before I went to bed. I decided that the pool party would be the time to question Deon about what I saw and let him know that I didn't want him around my son anymore.

It was a small gathering consisting of Kyle, Jennifer, a couple of Jennifer's girlfriends, Deon and another boy, Shawn who played football with Deon. Judging by the way Jennifer and Kyle were all over each other, it was pretty clear my son wasn't gay. I'd found a condom wrapper in his room a day after he and Jennifer were supposedly studying for college entrance exams while I was at work. Though I wasn't fond of the idea of him having sex in our home, at least he was protecting himself and at least it wasn't with Deon.

I'd worn my two-piece bikini, but I made sure to keep my large beach towel wrapped around me as not to embarrass Kyle. Still, my curves were very noticeable and my top pressed my tits together to make for a pretty enticing view. I noticed Deon staring at my breasts a couple of times and even with my anger towards him, it still sent a slight chill through me to know that I could still catch a young man's eye. 

I'd prepared some steaks and Shawn was more than happy to help me out on the grill. Judging by the bulge in his swim shorts, that wasn't all he was interested in. He seemed to be rather nervous around me and I could tell Jennifer's friend Darlene was getting a little jealous of all the attention Shawn was showing me.

After we ate, everyone sat out around the pool and the conversation turned to the usual teen-aged fare and though I consider myself pretty relevant and was able to keep up with the references, I decided to excuse myself to the kitchen and seizing the opportunity, I asked Deon to help me carry the plates and utensils inside. 

Once inside the kitchen, Deon placed the dishes on the countertop and I began questioning him.

"I want to know what you are doing with my son." I stated firmly with my hands on my hips.

"What do you mean?"

"You know what I'm talking about. I saw what you and Kyle were doing that night in my living room and I don't approve!"

"Oh that? It's nothing. We were just fooling around. No big deal."

"No big deal? Listen to me. Kyle's a good boy. I don't want you coming around and corrupting him."

"With all due respect Mrs. Spencer, Kyle's not a boy. He's a man now and he can make his own decisions. And if he decides he wants to suck my cock, I'm gonna let him."

"Stay away from my son!" I replied with anger in my eyes.

"Or what? If it wasn't for me, yo' pitiful son would have gotten the shit kicked out of him every day at school. You should be thanking me. I protected his punk ass. I even got Jenny to give him his first piece of pussy. Shit, giving me a cock-suck is the least he could do. Hell, after all I've done for this family, YOU should be on your knees slobbing on my knob."

As he said those words, he flashed a sly smile and brought his hands to his crotch. I couldn't believe his brazenness as he gently massaged the huge tool underneath his shorts, running his hands along the length and then giving it a firm squeeze. Eventually his hands dipped inside the waistband of his trunks and he slowly revealed the black monster. A long, thick, snake of cock meat supported the huge purplish head and he took his time showing off his manhood to me. He slowly jacked the length in front of me as I stood motionless, captivated by his performance. I was speechless and my cheeks were turning red with embarrassment and rage.

"So how about it?" He continued. "You think you ready to get on yo' knees and show me some appreciation. Kyle is a great cocksucker. I wonder if it runs in the family." 

Flabbergasted, I reached over and grabbed a large knife from the counter and waved it in the air. "Get out of my house. Now! Or I swear to God I'll cut it off!"

I held the knife out and Kyle unfazed, took a step forward. I took a swing at him but he dodged the blade and quickly grabbed my arm. We wrestled for a few seconds but he was much too strong for me. It was only a matter of time before he wrapped me up, pinning me against the sink with my back to him. I fought hard, but eventually, his strong arms managed to pry the knife from me. It fell into the sink and he quickly snatched it up, bringing the blade right under my throat. 

Aware of my situation and terrified of what might happen next, I tried to reason with him. "Deon just put the knife down and leave. I don't want this to get out of hand."

"You stupid bitch! I could slice yo' throat right now and claim self defense."

"No one would believe you."

"Maybe not. But you're the one that invited me in here and you're the one parading yourself around in front of teenagers looking like a middle-aged slut. Plus you forget that I've got yo' son. He'll testify on my behalf."

"Kyle would never lie for you."

"Yo' son adores me. You saw the way he took care of my big cock and the way he kissed and licked me all over. I've been fucking his mouth for months. I haven't had a chance to sample that tight little ass of his yet, but I'm sure I'll get around to it."

"You're sick! I'm not going to let put that disgusting thing anywhere near Kyle!" I replied with conviction.

"Then maybe you can figure out someplace else for me to put it then."

Before I could fathom exactly what he meant by that comment, Deon brought his other hand to my waist and undid my beach towel, allowing it to fall to the floor, exposing by bikini clad bottom to his strong, searching hands.

"Very nice." He said as he held the knife tight to my throat and began massaging my ass. His large palms squeezed and groped my ample but toned cheeks like a professional masseuse. The more I squirmed, the firmer his grip became. I tried to twist away from him, but he brought the knife closer under my throat and gave my ass a couple of hard SMACKS to let me know who was in control. 

I decided it would be best to let him cop a few feels and soon it would be over. I mean how far could he go in my kitchen with my son and friends just outside? Someone could walk in at any moment. I quickly found out just how far he intended to go as I felt the fold of bikini fabric between butt cheeks being dug out and slid to the side.

"What do you think you're doing? Stop!"

"Kyle tells me you've been divorced for a while. You probably forgot how to respect a cock since yo' husband left. Now if you don't want me to fuck yo' son Mrs. Spencer, I won't. But you gonna have to take his place instead."

He tugged my bikini bottom all the way to the side of my left thigh, nearly ripping the fabric in two. He then slipped two of his long fingers into my pussy, causing me to jump forward.

"Deon stop. This isn't funny!" I replied while his exploring fingers wiggled inside me, causing me to grunt uncomfortably. Here I was, a grown woman, being held captive in my own home by an 18-year old black boy. I was helpless as he held the knife blade in place under my throat and continued his assault on my squirming ass. "Let me go Deon!"

"Quiet, Kyle might hear you and want to come investigate." He replied as he curled his fingers inside me and began working my g-spot. To my surprise, my juices began to trickle down my thighs and though I was afraid, I marveled at his knowledge of a woman's body. He must have had lots of practice with the girls at school. It was rare to find men twice his age that had a clue about how to turn a woman on. Deon knew exactly what he was doing. 

My aching pussy began twitching around his fingers, which didn't go unnoticed by Deon as he doubled his efforts, and started shoving his fingers inside me, literally lifting me off the kitchen floor with each thrust. I could feel my ass rippling as he thundered in and out of my box with his fingers. I was on the verge of orgasm before I looked to my right and through the slits of the blinds; I could see Kyle and the others still sitting out on the deck. 

"No. Stop!" I exclaimed, trying desperately to hold on to some form of dignity.

"I said keep it down." He replied. "Or do you want yo' son to come inside and see you like this? What would it do to him to see his momma riding the fingers of his best friend?"

I thought about his words and then it occurred to me that he was right. I WAS riding his fingers. Without realizing it, I had been grinding my ass in his hand, humping Deon's fingers with a circular rhythm. My own body had betrayed me and was helping Deon rape me! I could have tried to pretend that I was just trying to wiggle free, but it was obvious that Deon could see I was in heat. 

He continued sliding his fingers in and out, ever so often removing them completely and mashing his palm back and forth over my clit, causing me to squeeze my thighs together and throw my head back, groaning with pleasure and not caring about the knife at my throat. At that point he could have removed it and I would have done nothing to stop his violation of my body. I wanted this, just like in my dream. The loving mother was gone now and in her place was a cock hungry slut. 

Terrified by the thought of what I'd allowed Deon to do to me, I tried one last time to regain control. Though my body was completely on board with being raped, I tried in vain to muster the strength to save myself from further humiliation.

"Deon, please. You have to stop this. This isn't right."

"What isn't right is you teasing me all day and thinking you wouldn't have to fuck me." Deon replied as he leaned in close to my ear and started squeezing my clit. "I'm taking this pussy today so you might as well accept it."

With that, he removed his hand from my clit and I felt the head of his cock dip between my ass cheeks. Before I could muster even a faint protest, his thick black cock sank into my wet lips and he drove himself inside me. The knife was still pressed against my throat as he gripped my hip with his other hand and began pumping his massive meat inside me. Stroke after stroke, he buried his cock deeper inside me. It was all I could do to resist screaming at the top of my lungs. 

His thick snake darted in and out of my hot box, sending me through waves and waves of unbridled ecstasy. I grit my teeth, but I couldn't stop the animalistic grunts and groans that fought their way out of my mouth each time Deon sank into me. I tried desperately to resist the passion that was building up inside me but it was clear that my body was enjoying every second of my rape. Each time he entered me, he made sure to grind up against my ass so I could feel every inch of him. 

It was then that he suddenly pulled out of me and to my surprise I felt a slight twinge of regret at the absence of his cock. I looked over my shoulder and I could see his hands jacking the length of the black monster as it glistened with my juices. I was confused as to why he stopped fucking me. At first I thought someone must have come in the door and caught us, but I could see everyone was still sitting poolside. My legs were trembling in the aftermath of his assault on my pussy and I could barely stand if not for his hand steadying my waist. Lightheaded I took a deep breath and opened my mouth to speak, but Deon quickly cleared up the confusion. 

"Up to now, I've been taking that pussy. But now, you gonna give it to me."

He removed the knife from my throat and threw it on the floor. He no longer had me captive. I could try to escape now if I'd wanted to, but instead I found myself standing there, anticipating his next move. He'd broken my will to resist.


Breaking Mrs. Spencer Ch. 02



This is the second part of the series "Breaking Mrs. Spencer". All feedback and suggestions are welcome.

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I was using my beach towel to wipe my pussy juices from the kitchen floor as Deon went back outside to join my son Kyle and the others. I couldn't believe what had just happened, and if my pussy wasn't so sore, I would have thought I'd imagined the whole thing. But there was no denying that I'd just fucked one of my son's classmates right in my own home. Unbelievably, this all happened while my son was right outside, sitting by the pool with his friends. And though it may have started out that way, it definitely didn't end up as a rape. It was my own decision to place Deon's fat cock inside me and beg him to fuck me like a cheap whore. On top of that, in exchange for him promising to not fuck Kyle's ass, I'd actually promised to be Deon's cock slut!

My heart rate was thumping as I cleaned the last of my cunt drippings, balled up the towel and headed to the laundry room. I tossed the evidence in the hamper and went upstairs to my bathroom, for a quick shower. Though I'd toweled myself off after Deon shot his load in my mouth, I could still feel sticky remnants of his semen coating my chin and breasts.

After my shower, I changed into a more conservative tank top and jean shorts. My plan was to go outside and tell the others that I'd developed a migraine and had decided to retire for the night. However, when I got to the patio doors, I could see through the blinds that Deon and Shawn were standing off to themselves having a private conversation. It was pretty obvious what the topic of discussion was, watching Deon flash his confident jock smile and Shawn standing next to him, his eyes wide with shock.

Suddenly, panic overtook me as I saw the two athletic black studs begin to walk towards the house. Was Deon escorting Shawn inside to have a turn at his personal cock slut? I thought back to Deon rubbing my pussy folds seductively as he informed me that Shawn was dying to fuck me too, but part of me just thought it was idle talk. I know I'd promised Deon that he'd be able to do whatever he wanted with me, but that had been in the heat of the moment. Now that I'd had a little while to take everything in, I wasn't sure I could allow this to continue. Especially considering he was an 18-year old boy who I'd caught getting a blowjob from my own son!

As I saw the boys come closer to the house, I couldn't help but admire Deon's chiseled mocha chocolate frame. He walked like a panther stalking prey, each confident stride sending a tingle directly to my clitoris. And Shawn, while not as toned as Deon, definitely had an attractive set of attributes as well. His complexion was lighter than Deon's, almost the color of honey. He had brooding light brown eyes and wore his thick crop of hair in a frizzy style that gave him sort of an 'island' look. As they got closer, I could see that they each must have taken a recent dip in the pool, as evidenced by the tiny droplets of water that sparkled and clung to their muscular chests. 

But surely Deon wasn't expecting me to fuck his friend right now. It would raise too many eyebrows and I wasn't ready to risk my son finding out what a slut his mother was becoming. I'd never be able to look him in the face if he found out how I'd willingly surrendered my dignity to Deon's cock. Regardless, I couldn't help but notice a twinge of dick lust building between my legs as the two boys approached. As they opened the patio doors, I found myself imagining what it would be like to have them both at the same time.

Embarrassed by my cougar lust, I breathed a sigh of relief when I noticed that the others had followed Deon and Shawn inside.

"Hey Mom, you okay?" Kyle asked with Jennifer draped around his waist.

"I've got a headache. I think I'm gonna go upstairs and lie down."

"Too bad. We're gonna watch some DVDs." Replied Kyle.

"You guys go ahead. Sorry to be a party pooper."

They all thanked me for the party and I headed up the stairs. Even though my jean shorts were not the type that hugged my thighs like some of the others in my collection, I could feel Deon and Shawn's eyes on my ass as I wearily climbed my way up to my room. That monster cock had taken a lot out of me and I was sure Deon would notice.

As I reached the top of the stairs, I heard Shawn call up to me. "Is there anything you need me to help you with Mrs. Spencer?"

"No, I'm fine Shawn." I replied, a little perturbed at the thought of him perhaps taunting me.

"You sure?" he asked again. There was no doubt he was having fun with his little comments. But what did he expect me to do, ask him to come upstairs so he could fuck me? He was starting to get on my nerves and I was looking forward to everyone leaving. 

I sat upstairs in my bed, watching TV for several hours, unable to sleep for fear that Deon or Shawn might try to slip into my room and make a run for my sore pussy. Just then I heard footsteps in the hallway. I sprang out of my bed, still wearing my tank top and shorts and was relieved to see it was just Kyle. 

"Everyone's leaving Mom. I'm gonna finish cleaning up."

"Okay honey." I replied. 

I rolled over to my window and watched as Deon, Shawn, and Jennifer's two girlfriends loaded into Deon's SUV and pulled away. Jennifer's car was still parked. I figured she must have offered to stay for a little while to help Kyle clean up. Or maybe they wanted to get in a little grope session while I was upstairs asleep, which was fine with me. 

I couldn't help but wonder if Deon and Shawn were on there way to drop the other two girls off at home, or to someplace where they could fuck their little high school brains out. I found myself becoming a little jealous of whichever one would end up bouncing on Deon's cock that night. I eventually fell asleep wondering if I would dream about him again.

I woke up a couple of hours later and looked out the window again. Jennifer's car was still parked. It was one thing for her to stay a little longer but it was approaching midnight and I didn't want her parents calling around looking for her.

I got up out of bed and walked into the hallway. As I approached the top of the stairs I got a sick feeling in my stomach as I saw a head bobbing up and down on the downstairs couch. Had Deon come back and coerced Kyle into giving him head again? Trembling, I inched forward, taking care to remain in the shadows. After my sight adjusted, I could see that this time it was Kyle sitting on the couch with his hand on the back of Jennifer's head as she worked him over with a greedy high school blowjob. 

I exhaled a sigh of relief as I watched her lips slide down his shaft. Suddenly, she got up off her knees and sat on the couch next to Kyle. He gently peeled her swimsuit top down and sucked in one of her pert breasts. She moaned and draped her arm over his shoulder. Jennifer then flattened out on the couch and Kyle kicked his swim trunks from around his ankles. From that angle I could see his penis jutting up and that's when I noticed the shimmering latex covering it. Jennifer had expertly used her mouth to slide a condom over his cock. I had to admire her skills for a youngster. I then watched as Jennifer pushed a couple of fingers inside her swimsuit bottom, working them in and out of her little cunt and then it hit me. Kyle was about to fuck Jennifer right there on the couch!

I knew I should have walked back to my room, but in a weird way, I was happy to see Kyle about to have sex with his girlfriend. After seeing him actually giving someone a blowjob on that same couch, I desperately needed another image to replace the sight of Deon's meaty pole, taming my son's throat.

Kyle slid into position over Jennifer and she wrapped her legs around his back. I saw a moan crawl over her face and I could see my son's skinny hips rocking back and forth. Though I didn't get a clear view, from what could tell when he was removing his shorts, Kyle seemed to have an above average sized tool. I must have been right because soon Jennifer was clawing his back and he had to put a hand over her mouth to muffle her screams. After a few more minutes, I saw Kyle shudder and collapse on top of her. Afterwards they held each other and tenderly kissed like romantic lovers. Surprisingly, I found myself very proud of Kyle, as I quietly tiptoed back into my room, and crawled into my bed. 

The next few days were uneventful. School was out and other than Jennifer dropping by every now and then, I hadn't seen any of Kyle's other friends. I was beginning to wonder if maybe Deon had given up on taking things any further. After all, he'd had his fun. I'm sure there were more than enough girls around his age to keep him busy. Yet and still, he'd made me promise to be his slut and even hinted that he might let Shawn fuck me. There was no reason for me to believe that after getting me to compromise myself, he'd just let me off the hook. Maybe he was bored with me or no longer found me interesting. Whatever. No sense getting worked up about the mind of an 18-year old boy. I resigned myself to putting it all in the past. It was probably for the best anyway, as there was no telling how far things could have gotten out of hand, if I let them continue.

That Friday, I was winding things down at work and thinking about calling one of my friends, Gina, to see if she had plans for the weekend. As I picked up my cell, it began ringing with an unfamiliar number. Thinking it must have been a client, I answered.

"Hello?"

"Wassup baby girl?"

"Excuse me? Who is this?" I had an idea of who it was, but I was hoping I was wrong.

"Oh, you don't recognize the voice? Let me help you remember. This is the dude that had you on yo' knees in the kitchen while he rammed his fat black dick down yo' throat. Ring a bell?"

"Deon?" A rush went through my body as I lowered my voice and sprung up from my desk to close my office door. "How...how'd you get my number?"

"Oh, when we was at yo' house this weekend, I picked up yo' phone and called my number so I would have it saved on my phone."

"Pretty clever." I replied, trying to reclaim my composure. "What do you want?"

"You know what I want. Or did you forget our little agreement?"

A chill shot through me as I took in his words. Suddenly there was a knock at my door and my boss Vince stuck his head inside. 

"Hey, sorry to interrupt. Just wanted to let you know, great job on the Wellington account. We've got a conference call with them in 10 minutes. We'll be in boardroom 2. And bring your notes."

I smiled and nodded as my boss closed the door behind him. I turned my attention back to the phone.

"Deon, I'm at work. You can't be calling me like this. I'm very busy."

"Baby girl, you belong to me now. You agreed to that. I can call you whenever I feel like it." He replied.

I was taken aback by the confident tone of his voice and tried my best to calm him. "Deon, I know what I said last weekend, but it was a moment of weakness. I should have never let things go that far. And I have no intention of doing that again."

"You saying you didn't have fun? You don't remember how you was begging for my cock, while I was riding that sexy little ass?"

"I'm saying that I lost control. That wasn't me."

"If it wasn't you, then who the fuck was it?"

At a lost for words, I tried to wrap up the conversation. "Look, it happened. I can't deny that, but it's over. Stay away from me and my son or I will call the police." 

I figured I must have rattled him as the phone went silent for several seconds. "I'm hanging up now. Goodbye Deon." I added.

"Slut, the only thing you gonna do is meet me tonight so we can pick up where we left off."

"Fat chance!"

"Oh really? Then how about I stop by yo' place and introduce yo' son's ass to my dick? Then while I'm fucking him, I'll tell him about us. But then again, I do have some nice videos of him sucking me off. Maybe I'll just put those on the internet so all his classmates can see."

I was near tears as I whispered forcefully back into the phone. "Deon. You have to stop this. Leave me and my son alone."

"I don't have to stop shit. I own you. And oh yeah, I want you to wear one of them conservative business suits that you be wearing at the job, but add some high heels. And underneath all that, put on them black panties and the bra you had on that night when I came to yo' room and ate that wet pussy."

"Please don't make me do this."

"Ya' know, I bet Kyle would commit suicide if his little dick sucking secret ever got out. What you think?"

Vince appeared in the door again. "Alex, we're waiting for you."

"Be there in a second Vince." I replied.

Vince closed the door and disappeared down the hall.

"What's it gonna be baby girl? You gonna live up to yo' side of the deal, or are you gonna make me ruin yo' son's life?"

Defeated, I gave in to his demands. "Okay. But not at my house and I'm definitely not coming to your neighborhood."

"I didn't expect you to. I've got a neutral spot in mind. But I promise you, if you pull some sneaky shit, or show up with the police, I will have some real thugs from my neighborhood pay Kyle a visit. Those little high school bullies won't be shit compared to what they'll do to him."

"No, I'll do it. Just stop threatening my son."

"Good. Meet me in the parking lot of the Rainbow Motel at 7:00. Wear what I asked you to and don't be late."

"Rainbow Motel? I don't even know where that is."

"It's on 15th street. By the airport. Google it bitch."

With that, he hung up the phone.

*******

It was 5:40 PM and I was upstairs getting my outfit together to meet Deon. I couldn't believe how threatening he'd been on the phone. Even in my wildest dreams, I never thought things would get this bad. Here I was, with my son downstairs, getting dressed up to go meet one of his classmates at a motel. I felt sick to my stomach, but I thought about all the threats he'd made against Kyle and every part of me believed that he was capable of going through with them. After all, this was a person that had held a knife to my throat in my own kitchen while he raped me over the kitchen sink.

Fresh out of the shower, I slid into the infamous black panties and snapped on the matching bra. As I looked at myself in the mirror, I thought about just packing up Kyle and headed to another city. But selfishly my thoughts shifted to my blossoming career. I'd worked hard to establish myself at my job, and my hard work was just starting to pay off. Plus Kyle was about to head off to college at the end of the summer. He didn't need any more distractions. All things considered, while I was caught in this nightmare, he was having probably the best time of his life. I had to figure out a way out of this. But until then, I had to play by Deon's rules. Hopefully, I wouldn't get myself in too much deeper.

I pulled on my navy business skirt and silver blouse, and then slid my arms into the matching jacket. Although it was work attire, it was pretty form fitting and the blouse did a half-assed job of covering my breasts. I threw on the heels and headed downstairs. According to the directions I pulled from the internet, it would take 45 minutes to get to the hotel. I wanted to leave early enough to give myself some slack in case I got lost. My car had a GPS system, but it could sometimes be unreliable and I didn't want to take any chances.

When I got downstairs, Kyle and Jennifer were sitting on the couch watching TV. They probably couldn't wait to see me leave so they could make out. Watching Kyle sitting there with his arm around his girlfriend, I felt so happy for him. If only he knew the sacrifice I was making tonight to protect him.

"Kyle, I'm heading out. I left some money so you guys can order a pizza if you want." I said, darting through the living room.

Kyle looked over the couch and asked, "Mom. Where are you going dressed like that?"

I realized that it must have looked awkward to see me in work attire after hours. "I've gotta go to a work function. It may run on for a while so I may be home a little late."

"Okay. Have fun." He replied.

"Yeah, have fun." Jennifer added with a giggle.

She might as well have added, 'While I have fun on your son's cock.' I closed the door behind me and got inside my car. Taking one last deep breath of courage, I turned the ignition and pulled out of my driveway.

Traffic was thick, but I managed to make pretty good time on the freeway. After missing the intersection for 15th street twice, I finally made the correct turn and headed towards the bright neon sign of the Rainbow Motel. It was 6:55. I was thankful I'd giving myself enough time.

As I pulled into the parking lot, I had to admit, it wasn't nearly as seedy as I thought it would be. It was well lit, and as far as I could see, there were no crack heads or prostitutes nearby. I scanned the parking lot for a sign of Deon's truck but to no avail. For a minute, I was starting to think this was a prank he was pulling just to torture me, but then my phone starting buzzing. It was Deon.

"Hello."

"I'm pulling up now. I was across the street in case you tried to pull a fast one."

He hung up the phone and I looked to my right and saw his truck pulling in next to my vehicle. He quickly got out of the car wearing a backpack over one shoulder and jumped into my passenger seat, flashing his trademark million-dollar smile. 

"I see you decided to follow instructions."

"Whatever. Let's get this over with."

"Alright. Go to the lobby and tell them you want a room for the night." 

"For the night? I can't spend the night here!"

"Calm down baby girl. It's cheaper than paying by the hour. Don't worry. I'll get you home in time to tuck Kyle in." He sneered.

I walked my morally bankrupt ass up to the check-in lobby and asked the shady looking man behind the desk for a room. He leered at my body and then at the young black guy sitting in my car. 

"We only have double rooms empty." He said, his eyes darting between my car and my tits. "That gonna be okay for you and your...friend?"

"Fine, whatever." I replied and handed him my credit card.

He ran my card and handed me a key swipe, before giving me an all-knowing wink over a rotten-toothed smile.

I took the key and went back outside. Deon got out and followed me up the far stairwell to room 206. When I opened the door, I was immediately hit with the scent of disinfectant, but overall, the room didn't look that bad. The beds appeared to be clean enough and it was fairly modern for an hourly motel.

Deon closed the door and immediately began groping my ass through my skirt. Seeing that there was no need in coming this far to put up a fight, I began to remove my jacket when Deon stopped me. 

"Not yet." He said.

He motioned for me to sit on the bed and like a good little cock slut I obeyed his request. He then leaned against the door and pulled out a joint. I watched trembling with anticipation, as Deon calmly lit his weed and exhaled through his nose, his eyes darting all over me.

"I don't have all night." I said, trying my best to ignore the warmth in my rapidly moistening pussy.

"By patient baby girl. I just wanna go over the ground rules."

"I know the ground rules. I'm your slut...blah, blah, blah. I'm gonna suck your cock and let you fuck me. Can we get on with it already?" By this time I was getting seriously impatient. Not just because I wanted to put this behind me, but also because I'd forgotten how sexy Deon looked. No matter how tough I pretended to be, I had no doubt that once his black monster was inside me, and his muscular black thighs were pumping away, I'd be begging for it, just like I'd begged for it in my kitchen.

"First, you do what I tell you to. No exceptions." He took another drag of the weed and flicked it in the ashtray. "Second, you don't leave here until I'm completely satisfied."




Breaking Mrs. Spencer Ch. 02



"And third?" I asked, trying my best to not look rattled.

"Third, you treat Shawn's dick, just like you would treat mine."

"Shawn?" I panicked and jumped up to my feet just as there was a knock at the door. 

Deon opened the door and Shawn came inside carrying a bag of ice and two bottles of liquor. His jaw nearly dropped when he saw me standing there in front of the bed, probably dressed just as Deon said I would be. As Shawn took in the sight of me from head to toe, my heart nearly jumped out of my chest as I realized, Deon was serious. He was actually going to let Shawn fuck me!

"I didn't agree to this." I said as I walked to the nightstand and reached for my purse.

"You agreed when you showed up slut!" Deon replied. "Or do I need to remind you what it's gonna cost you if you don't do what I say? Now sit yo' ass down!"

The look on his face sent a shiver of panic through my body so I did as he asked. Meanwhile, Shawn set the items on a table in the corner of the room and walked over to the bed with a big grin on his face. His crotch was inches from my mouth as he reached out and stroked the side my face and gently combed my hair with his fingers. Meanwhile, his other hand was rubbing the bulge in his jeans and I could see the outline of what was obviously a nice piece of manhood. 

"When you told me about this, I thought you were bullshittin' man. Damn. I can't believe it. We about to actually fuck fine ass Mrs. Spencer?"

"I told you she was my slut." Deon replied and looked into my eyes "Ain't that right baby girl?"

Knowing that I had no choice but to play along, I nodded my head slowly. This apparently made Shawn bolder as he sat down next to me on the bed. He threw his arm around me and slid his caramel hand across my chest and underneath my blouse. He kissed my cheek as he found my left nipple and began tugging it with one hand as he massaged my thigh with the other. I moaned softly as his hand began to creep closer and closer to making contact with the fabric of my black panties and the center of my wetness. I threw my head back and closed my eyes, slowly spreading my legs to show my approval.

"Hold on bro'. I got something in mind." Said Deon, snapping me back to my senses. "Stand up Slut."

I stood to my feet, my firm ass directly in front of Shawn. He worked his hand under my skirt and brought his palm to my slit, sliding back and forth on my wet lips, causing me to shudder and gasp in response. His other hand reached for my skirt's zipper and he began to pull it down my ass. 

"Ease up dude. We got all night." Deon grinned and Shawn reluctantly released the zipper.

All night? Did they really intend to make me spend the entire night with them? I know Deon had assured me that he didn't intend to, but what was there to stop him? I was his cock slut. The room was already paid for. It was then that I realized the depths of my situation. Deon could actually be planning to keep me in this room all weekend and make me fuck anyone he wanted to!

"Go stand in the middle of the room. And if you try to make a run for it, I promise you will regret it." Said Deon as he forcefully grabbed me by my wrist.

Led by his stern grip, I walked over to the center of the room, feeling awkward and out of place standing in front of two teenagers in my work attire and high heels. I felt like the ultimate slut as the two boys gawked over my body.

"Strip for us." Said Deon as he went and sat on the other bed.

It wasn't enough that he and his friend were going to fuck me, now they wanted me to humiliate myself by putting on a show for them. In all my years of cock teasing and manipulating men, I couldn't believe that it would be a teen-aged boy that would eventually turn the tables on me. 

"Fine." I replied. I rolled my eyes and pulled off my jacket, sending it to the floor. Then I reached for the top button on my blouse.

"Slower." Said Shawn, as he leaned back on the bed and massaged the lump in his jeans.

I put my hands on my hips, frustrated and looked at Deon in exasperation. He just smiled and nodded for me to continue.

Heeding his instruction, I slowly unbuttoned my blouse, letting the silky fabric slide seductively from my arms after I reached the last one.

"Better" replied Deon as he unzipped his pants and whipped out the black monster. "Look at us while you do it. And move around and shit."

Shawn followed suit and took out his cock. It wasn't quite as impressive as Deon's but it was easily going to be the second biggest pole I'd ever taken. Watching them stroke their huge shafts was starting to have an effect on me as I found myself beginning to fall head first into my stripper act. They wanted a fantasy and I decided to give them one. In a strange way, being able to use my body to tease and stimulate them made me feel at least some measure of control. After all, it was MY body that was making them whip out their cocks and stroke them up and down. The thought that these two young boys were being turned on by the sexuality of a middle-aged woman was intoxicating for my ego.

As my confidence grew, I got further and further into the fantasy. I pressed my tits together and kneaded them in my bra, making eye contact with each of them as I pinched my nipples. 

"Oh shit," Replied Shawn as he tugged his light brown cock. "She's so fucking sexy."

Spurred by his compliment, I turned my ass to them and reached for the zipper on my skirt. I slowly pulled it down until they could see a full view of the black thong splitting my firm ass cheeks. I felt devilishly sexy as I bent over and slowly rotated my hips, allowing my skirt to slide off my thighs and drop to the floor. I bent completely over and pulled the skirt down my ankles and over my glossy high heels, seductively stepping out of the fabric and kicking it to the side. Then I turned around to face them with my hands on my hips and licked my lips, eliciting a moan from Shawn.

"I can't take anymore bro'." Said Shawn, as his manhood throbbed to full length in his hand.

"On your knees then slut." Deon commanded and on cue I confidently placed a finger in my mouth, encircling it with my lips as I strode across the room in my underwear and high heels and knelt in front of Shawn, my lovely thong-covered ass on full display.

Shawn kept pumping his sausage inches from my face as I smiled and took in the sight of him. It was hard to resist jumping on his shaft right then, but I wanted to tease him. I also wanted to make Deon give the command. If he wanted a loyal cock slut, fine, but I wasn't going to make it easy for him. He may have thought he was teaching me to be his slave, but I was going to teach him how to be a master.

"You know what to do." Deon said while sliding his pants to the floor and molesting his thick pole.

"Ground rule number one is that I have to do what you tell me to," I replied as I licked my lips and looked directly into Shawn's eyes. "If you don't tell me what to do, I can't do it."

I leaned in close to Shawn's manhood and smacked my lips. With a glazed look of lust in my eyes, I stuck out my tongue and flicked it like a snake, before pursing my lips together and blowing a cool burst of air over Shawn's balls. It drove him insane. 

"Shit man. Tell her what to do!" Shawn yelled at Deon. " I can't take anymore!"

Deon smiled at me and replied, "Alright baby girl. Suck his dick."

There was no turning back now. I knew that by doing this, I would no longer be able to deny that I was Deon's cock slave. Accepting my fate, I licked my glossy lips and nodded my head in compliance. 

I inched closer and Shawn could only watch, his rigid cock throbbing with anticipation, as I carefully slid the swollen head between my full lips, relaxed my throat and took his entire length into my mouth with one gulp. 

"Ohhhhhh. Shit yesss!" Shawn replied as I grabbed the base of his rod and drizzled saliva down the sides before hungrily chasing it with my open mouth. I worked up a rhythm on his pole, bobbing my head up and down until it sparkled with wetness. I looked up and Shawn was lying back on the bed, groaning as if he were talking in his sleep. 

I glanced over at Deon and he was still working his cock and smiling at me with a sinister grin. Meanwhile I went back to the task at hand, using my free hand to gently massage Shawn's nut sack, feeling his balls sliding over and under my fingers while using my tongue to bath his cock in the warmth of my mouth.

As I was doing that, Deon walked behind me and knelt onto the floor. Without warning he slid my panties to the side and buried his tongue in my box sending a jolt of electricity shooting through me and causing me to pause my cock sucking duties. To his surprise, I wiggled my ass away from him. He tried to dive in again, but I squatted on the floor denying him access. I'd decided to use this as a 'teaching moment'. 

"What you doing?" He asked confused. "You forget our deal?"

"Our deal was that I would do what you command me to." I responded between licks of Shawn's cock. "You can't just eat my pussy. You have to tell me to LET you eat my pussy."

"What?" I could see he was perplexed by my boldness. In reality I was stretching the truth a bit to fit my needs. The actual deal had been that he could do whatever he wanted with my body, but that was the advantage I had by being older. After years of cock teasing and using my body to get what I wanted, I had a lot more experience at manipulating people than Deon had. It may not have seemed like much, but I knew that any measure of control I could gain in this situation could potentially serve me well in the long run. Eventually, it might even help me gain the upper hand.

"That was the deal. If you want me to suck cock, you have to TELL me to suck cock. If you want to eat me, tell me to LET you eat me." My confidence was overflowing as I continued. " And if you want to fuck me, you have to tell me to LET you fuck me. Otherwise, you're not living up to your part of the bargain. Understood?"

"Yeah. I understand." His lips curled into a smile.

"Well?" I asked.

"Let me eat yo' pussy." He responded.

"Good. You're learning." 

And with that, I went back to lavishing Shawn's cock with attention while at the same time lifting my pussy back into the air and onto Deon's hungry mouth. His wet tongue lapped at me like a hungry kitten over a bowl of milk and I rolled my ass around in response to his efforts. He then grabbed my hips, pulling me harder against his face, while using his expert tongue to torture my clit. My juices had started to flow and I could feel my pussy twitching under his assault. I thought back to the night he'd entered my room and licked me to orgasm while I slept. I knew it would be just a matter of time before I reached my climax again. And on cue, my thighs stiffened and I coated his tongue with my juices, just as I had done that night in my room.

As Deon continued teasing my slit with his tongue, I refocused and went back to sliding my mouth up and down on Shawn's rod, swirling my tongue around and causing his body to tense. I released his cock and inserted my index finger in my mouth, curling my tongue around it. I then removed my finger and returned to swallowing him, working him slow, making sure he could feel each movement of my tongue over and under his shaft. Meanwhile, I placed my moist finger against his anus, gently rubbing back and forth across the opening until he allowed me inside. Once I'd slipped inside his anal ring, I began making little circular motions with my finger. This drove him to the edge, and he responded by raising his hips up off the bed and releasing a deep moan in the process.

"Ooooooh" he replied. That feels so fucking good Mrs. Spencer."

Just hearing him call me 'Mrs. Spencer' took me back to the reality of who I was. I was Mrs. Alexis Michelle Spencer, a 38-year old white, divorced mother of a teen-aged son. I'd earned two degrees in public relations and was an up-and-coming marketing strategist at a respected firm. And yet, there I was, on bended knee, in a motel room getting serviced on both ends by two horny black boys from my son's school. 

It wasn't supposed to be this way. They were supposed to respect me as an adult. Teenagers were supposed to do things like thank you for offering them a glass of lemonade or for ordering pizza while they played video games with your son. They weren't supposed to be feeding you their cocks and tongue-teasing your pussy while you begged for more. If only my office colleagues could see me now, I'm sure they'd get a kick out of watching the office tease being trained as a willing cock slut.

Continuing my work on his anal opening, I let Shawn's pole slip out of my mouth, leaving a trail of pre cum and saliva dangling from my chin. As Deon continued to jab his tongue in and out of my throbbing pussy, I carefully and lovingly licked the sides of Shawn's rod, making sure he could see my long tongue slithering up and down and around the base. Once I worked my way back up to the tip of his penis, I hungrily swallowed him hole again. 

"Ooooooh shit Mrs. Spencer." He cried out in delight. 

Meanwhile I could feel Deon lining up his cock against my hole and I knew what was coming next. I spit out Shawn's tool and looked back over my shoulder at Deon as I lowered my thong-covered ass back to ground. He immediately understood.

"Let me fuck you Mrs. Spencer." He replied while stroking his meaty cock in his hands.

I took Shawn back in my mouth as I lifted my ass in the air and braced myself for the intrusion of the black monster. Deon locked his hands on my shoulders and slowly slid inside me.

"Oh fuck yesssss..." I purred around Shawn's cock as Deon's monster plowed into me doggy style. I arched my back and allowed my ass to jut further into the air. From that angle it didn't take long until the sound of Deon's thighs clapping against my ass cheeks filled the room.

I guess the sight of his friend plowing my pussy from behind must have been too much for him, as Shawn cocked his head back and dropped a quart of spunk down my throat. I swallowed most of it and the rest I allowed to pool on my tongue and dribble out of my pursed lips onto his spent cock. My head was jerking forward now in rhythm to Deon's violent thrusting, and I was started to get rug burns on my knees, but I was still able to cradle Shawn's softening rod in my hands and lick the remaining cum off the sides. Meanwhile, Shawn's eyes were open wide as he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

After, licking him clean, I rested my head in Shawn's lap and clutched his thighs as Deon really began to drive deep inside me. 

"Unngh! Unngh! Unngh!" I cried out as he slammed into my wet cunt. My pussy made loud sloshing sounds as his steel pole tore through me with reckless abandon. Deeper and deeper he pounded me, clutching my shoulder with one hand and squeezing my juicy tits with the other until finally my body rocked with another knee buckling orgasm. 

"You look so sexy in yo' high heels with yo' black panties pulled to the side Mrs. Spencer." Said Deon as he gave me three hard thrusts, stiffened and followed up my climax by emptying his load inside me.

He collapsed onto my back and I fell forward into Shawn's lap. I'd never felt so full and satisfied in my life.

After a quick shower, I returned to the room to see the boys passing the joint and around and partaking of the liquor. They poured me a cup of cognac and ice and passed the pot to me. Even though I knew I could lose my job if I had to take a drug test, I still took a deep pull of the weed and allowed it to flow through my lungs. The buzz was instant. I surprised myself further by quickly chasing it with a shot of cognac. I'd decided to ride this night out to its full extent. We were sitting in that motel room living out a fantasy. They had a sexy white MILF who would do anything they wanted her to, as long as they instructed her properly. And I had two young studs, with juicy black cocks dangling between their legs, waiting to take turns on me. I didn't care about holding anything back.

After we finished our drinks and most of the weed, we all three lay back on the same bed, completely naked except for my black panties, which Deon insisted I put back on after I came out of the shower. I figured it must be a fetish thing for him.

Soon we were curled up on the bed with me in the middle. Shawn told me to let him play with my breasts and I agreed. Deon told me to let him rub his cock against my pussy and I allowed him access. Soon Shawn was licking and sucking my breasts while Deon rubbed his hardening pole along my slit. It felt incredible what they were doing to me. Deon softly kissed the back of my neck as Shawn kissed the front. 

"Jerk my dick." Shawn whispered in my ear.

"Mine too." Deon added.

I took both of them in my hands; Shawn's in front and I reached behind me for Deon's. I gripped both shafts and stroked them lovingly as they moaned and continued to grope and kiss my body. I could feel both boys getting harder as I gently stroked them in my hands. I placed Deon's cock on my thigh and ran my fingertips slowly up and down its length. Then I took my index finger and gently trailed it along the sides of Shawn's member with a feather touch, causing him to close his eyes and grit his teeth.

"Let me fuck you Mrs. Spencer." Shawn winced while I continued teasing his hardness.

I nodded my head and guided his shaft to my warm pussy lips. I'd had Deon's cock earlier but after sucking him off for so long, I wanted desperately to feel Shawn inside me too. As I placed the tip of Shawn's rod by my opening, I felt Deon slide my thong panties to the side allowing Shawn to press inside me. I could still feel Deon behind me kissing my neck, nibbling my ears, and rubbing my shoulders as Shawn sank into my steaming wet cunt. To my delight, he didn't rush anything. He made slow deliberate strokes, pushing deep inside me and allowing me to grind my hips against him. He fucked me like a long lost lover and I craved his hardness. The combination of his slow strokes and Deon's mouth on my neck and back was incredible. These boys were driving me to the edge of sexual insanity! After a few more strokes of Shawn's cock, I came for the third time. Spasms rippled through my body as I pulled Shawn close and locked my leg over his thigh. 

As my orgasm subsided, Deon reached around to gently cup my breasts while Shawn continuing slow-pumping inside me. Then I felt Deon get up out of bed and walk away. Meanwhile Shawn was still probing my pussy with his manhood and I was still holding him close, combing my fingers through his frizzy hair and building up to another orgasm. 

I could hear Deon fidgeting around in his backpack. I figured he must be getting more weed, but suddenly he was back on the bed, showering my neck and back with kisses and making me shiver on Shawn's cock. Shawn was stroking me deeper and deeper and kissing me passionately on the neck and lips. There was so much going on at once, I almost didn't notice when Deon spread my ass cheeks and ran a finger along the crack. I jumped at his touch causing me to lurch forward and impale myself deeper on Shawn's rock hard shaft. He responded by smiling and continuing his slow, rhythmic cock massage. 

Soon I began to feel a cool sensation on my anus and Deon began working his fingers inside my ass.

"Ooooooh" I moaned seductively as I looked over my shoulder and saw Deon applying a coat of lube cream all over his black snake while he twisted his fingers deeper inside my puckered hole.

"Let me fuck yo' ass while Shawn is taking care of that pussy." Said Deon into my ear.

"Okay." I replied without thinking.

I'd done anal before, so when I'd looked behind me and saw Deon rubbing lubricant on his shimmering cock, I'd already known what he was planning. And although I'd seen some double penetration scenes on some of Brad's porn videos, I'd never done one myself. Even though I'd just agreed to take both boys at the same time, I wasn't 100% sure that I wanted to go through with it. 




Breaking Mrs. Spencer Ch. 02



But Deon left me no time to debate my decision, as he grabbed my thigh and slowly sunk the head of his monster into my asshole. Once he broke though my ring, I tensed up and let out a silent scream. Deon's hot pole was stretching my ass wide open and I frantically began clawing at Shawn's shoulders, which caused Shawn to slow his pace but continue his stroking nonetheless.

"Deon!" I yelled out as my asshole was suddenly on fire. "Hold on. I can't..."

"This is my ass remember. Whenever, however I want." He replied as he thrust his hips forward and drove another 3 inches inside me."

He was right. It was his ass. Even with my attempts to control things, the bottom line was I had to let him do what he wanted eventually. If he wanted to fuck my ass, there was nothing I could do but let him.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Shit!" I replied as both he and Shawn began to pick up the pace and find a rhythm with their strokes.

For the next few minutes both boys moaned into my ears and rocked me back and forth on their cocks. The pain in my ass gradually disappeared and was soon replaced by the euphoric feeling of two thick hunks of meat sliding like mechanical pistons inside me. I contorted and twisted my body between them, screaming out their names alternately, as each time one pulled back, the other one would sink inside. My screams of pleasure soon turned into growls of sexual cock lust as they pressed me flat between them, making me feel like the cream in the middle of a double stuffed Oreo cookie or a sizzling pan-seared filet on a cock bread sandwich.

After a few more minutes, Shawn's slow stroke was gone and had been replaced by hard, intense thrusts that made my ass jiggle on Deon's pole. I knew he was on the verge, so remembering the effect I'd had on him earlier, I slid my finger down his back and into the crevice of his muscular ass.

"Oh shit." Shawn groaned and suddenly his movements stopped as his muscles flexed and he poured his load inside me.

I moaned and kissed his neck while Deon continued thumping my asshole. After catching his breath, Shawn started kissing and licking my breasts, which felt great but when Deon bit me at the base of my neck, I lost it. I gasped for air and shuddered violently as my pussy coated Shawn's softening cock with a flood of juices.

"My turn." Deon said as he gripped my limp shoulders and hammered away at my asshole. I could feel the kinetic energy rippling through my ass cheeks as they bounced and jiggled in response to Deon's thrusts. All you could hear in the room were our groans and the thunder clapping of my ass cheeks each time they smacked against Deon's thighs.

"Ahhh! Ahhhhhhh!" He cried out as he sank to the bottom of my ass and spilled his seed.

The intensity set off another mini-orgasm in me and I clenched my ass around his thick pole, milking him dry.

"You're too deep in my ass Deon," I whispered. "I can't move." 

"Better yours than Kyle's," he replied just as he grunted and shot the last spurt of his hot, sticky semen deep in my bowels. I didn't appreciate the comment about Kyle, but I was in no position to argue seeing as how I was still impaled on his rod. 

Exhausted, we lay in the bed for almost an hour with both softening cocks still imbedded in my holes. As I watched them drift in and out of sleep, I couldn't help but feel emotionally connected to them. At that moment, they weren't two evil black boys that had blackmailed me into being their personal white MILF slut. They were my lovers. I found myself relishing the feeling of warmth and security their warm bodies provided as I lay there, pressed between them and soon I drifted asleep. 

I woke up to see Shawn checking messages on his cell phone. Deon was still asleep behind me with his hand clutching my breast. In a panic I rose up and looked at the clock but was relieved to see it was only a little after midnight. I figured I'd better be getting home so I got up and went to the shower. 

I got in the shower and let the warm water wash away the sweat and cum from my body. Even though I was sore and could barely stand, it felt incredible. My mind drifted back to the events from earlier and soon I found myself sliding a finger inside my slit and working myself towards another orgasm. Hadn't I had enough? What the fuck was wrong with me?

Suddenly, I heard the bathroom door open and I pulled back the curtain to see who it was. 

"Let me fuck you Mrs. Spencer." Shawn said as he stepped inside the shower curtain, completely naked. Luckily my greedy pussy was ready for some more work after my fingering, so I didn't mind another round. My lust filled eyes roamed over his body and eventually focused on his cock. It was rock hard. I nodded my head, grabbing his hardness and leading him into position behind me.

"Oooooooh yeah." He moaned as he sank inside me.

I wrapped my hands around the base of the showerhead faucet and let him have at my naughty cunt. I was hoping he wouldn't go so slow this time, for as much as I had enjoyed his slow deep stroking earlier, my throbbing pussy was now in dire need of a severe pounding. He didn't disappoint. He reached around to cup my breasts in his hands and proceeded to fuck me like a mad man. It was all I could do to hold on to the showerhead to keep from falling as he relentlessly thumped my pussy with his steel rod.

He nailed me standing doggy style for about 10 minutes before bringing me to another climax and then another 5 minutes before dropping his load in my cunt. It was only after he pulled his rod out of me, did I notice the water had run ice cold.

After leaving the shower, I got dressed to go home. However, before he would allow me to leave, Deon made me drop to my knees and suck him off in my work clothes. Desperately wanting to hurry up and get home, I serviced his black monster like a cock sucking pro, bobbing my head and making slurping noises so loud, I was sure they could be heard from two doors away. Sure enough, it didn't take long before he grabbed me by the hair, stiffened out and jerked his load all over my face and tits. He finished it off by placing his spurting cock on top of my head and allowing the rest of his sperm to drizzle into my hair. He then made me massage his balls as he rubbed his thick snake back and forth over my hair, conditioning my scalp with a shit load of protein.

"That's for threatening to call the police on me earlier," he sneered. "Don't pull that shit again. I don't care if you are at work, you still belong to me. We clear on that?"

I nodded my head.

Seeing me on my knees, obediently sucking cock in my work clothes must have re-energized Shawn too. Soon I was giving a repeat performance, swallowing Shawn's rod over and over, while he massaged my tits. Shawn was looking like he was going to last a while, but I remembered what to do. I dipped a finger in his anus and he howled like a coyote. His pole erupted, sending skyscraper shots into the air and he made sure to get plenty of it on my face, hair and boobs. Shit! It was starting to look like I would never get home!

After Shawn's balls were emptied, I stood to my feet and headed for the bathroom. I'd wanted to clean the spunk off of my hair and clothes, but Deon told me not to. He then ordered me to go to the convenience store across the street and bring him back 200 dollars from the ATM. He said if I went anywhere else or I came back and it looked like I'd tried to clean up, he would see that I regretted it. 

I was caught off guard by money being added to the blackmail but I was just ready to get home at that point. So I went to my car and drove across the street to the store. There was one customer inside, but I waited until he walked out and drove away before I got out the car. If Deon hadn't specified that I go to this store, I could have driven to my bank's drive thru ATM a few blocks away and not have to worry about being spotted. Plus I could have avoided the convenience fees.

I walked inside and quickly made my way to the ATM against the back wall. Thankfully the machine was far enough away from the clerk attending the register, so I was pretty sure he wasn't getting a clear look at my cum-coated appearance. Just as I was finishing my transaction I gathered my card and money and turned for the door. But before I could dart out, there was the creepy desk clerk from the motel blocking the doorway. Shit! He must have finished his shift and was on his way home.

As I stood frozen in shock, he looked me over from head to toe and flashed that rotten-toothed grin. He then shot me a wink and said, "Having fun?"

I could only imagine the perverted thoughts in his mind as I bolted past him and into my car. I sped off the parking lot, trying to make sense of things but the truth was, I was the one being perverted. No matter what sick thoughts the creepy desk clerk would go home and jerk off to later, they'd probably be nothing compared to what I'd already done with Deon and Shawn. I was the sick one.

I returned to the motel and gave Deon his money. He and Shawn walked me to my car, both of them groping and squeezing my sore ass until I made it to the car and plopped behind the steering wheel. Before I could pull away, Deon made me roll down my window and fish his manhood out of his pants so I could kiss his cock and balls goodnight. These boys were really starting to get on my nerves! But what choice did I have? After looking around to see if anyone was watching, I did as I was told. After I finished with Deon, Shawn walked over and I did the same for him, kissing his shaft and lifting it slightly so I could place a little wet kiss on both balls.

By the time I finally I returned home it was around 3 AM. The last thing I wanted to have happen was for Kyle to see me with my rug-burned knees, ragged and covered in cum stains so I went through the side entrance and darted into the downstairs guestroom. I used the guest shower, toweled off and grabbed one of my old robes from the spare closet. I then threw my cum-stained clothes in the hamper and stumbled into the kitchen where I found a note from Kyle taped to the fridge.

'JENNY AND HER PARENTS ARE PICKING ME UP TOMORROW MORNING AROUND SIX, SO I WILL PROBABLY BE GONE WHEN YOU WAKE UP. I WILL CALL YOU TOMORROW AFTERNOON FROM THE CAMPSITE.

LOVE, KYLE'

I'd completely forgotten about Kyle going camping with Jennifer and her family that weekend. At least it meant I would get to sleep in. I staggered up the stairs, walked into my room and collapsed across the bed. As soon as my face hit the mattress, I was out like a light.

The next morning I woke to the sound of hard knocking downstairs. It was about 8 o'clock so I knew Kyle had already left. I pulled on a pair of panties and bra, fastened my robe and headed downstairs. I looked through the peephole and could see it was Kyle's father, Brad. 

I groggily opened the door.

"Kyle's not here."

"I know. I came to see you."

"Now's not a good time Brad. Call me later when---"

Suddenly Brad forced his way through the door, grabbing me by my throat.

"Brad!" I cried out in desperation. "What the hell are you doing?"

SMACK! 

He'd responded by giving me a hard slap across my cheek and I fell in a heap to the floor. He stepped completely inside and locked the door behind him. As I lay on the floor, holding my hand up to my cheek, he leaned down and slapped me again. 

SMACK! 

This time, it stung twice as hard. 

"Black dudes? You spent half the night in a hotel room with two black boys?"

"Brad. I don't know..."

"Shut up you lying bitch before I slap the taste out of your mouth. So that's why you won't let me fuck you? You're saving it for them?"

"Brad...stop. I can..."

"You can what? Explain? Explain why you're fucking two boys from Kyle's school?"

A look of sheer panic crawled over my face as I saw the disgust in his eyes. 

"Yeah. That's right. I recognized them. They're football players. What you do, agree to fuck the whole team?"

"No...I..."

SMACK!!! 

He sent me tumbling back to the floor. 

"I bet you've still got their cum leaking out of your whore pussy right now huh?" He said while unbuckling his pants and whipping out his cock. "But that's okay. I might as well join in on the fun too.

"Brad...please. Please leave before I..."

"Before you what? Call the police? Go ahead. But I want you to know, I've got video of you kissing and licking their cocks in the parking lot before you left. The clarity is a little grainy, but you can definitely make out your license plate. How about I send a copy to your parents or maybe your boss? Maybe I'll show it to our son."

"Brad please." I said, trying to crawl to my feet. "Just leave. It's a long story and I'll tell you what happened. But I need you to leave."

"You don't get it do you?" he asked while flexing his penis inches from my face. "I run the show now. I've been trying to get back inside your little pussy ever since I left. But you've been having your fun, teasing me. Making me beg, only to send me home with a hard cock."

"Brad I'm sorry..." 

SMACK!!!

He sent me crashing to the floor again.

"Kyle's gone for the weekend so I'm gonna spend all afternoon fucking your brains out. And from now on, I fuck you whenever I want to, for as long as I want to. Understand?"

"Brad..."

He grabbed me by my throat and held up his other hand to slap me. I'd had enough of that.

"Okay." I muttered.

He released my throat and grabbed me by my hair, dragging me over to the couch. 

"I came over here yesterday to talk to you. Imagine my surprise to see you stepping out the house in a skintight business suit and high heels. Curiosity got the best of me so I followed you. I couldn't believe it as I watched you go pay for a room with some black guy sitting in your car." He said as he sat down on the couch and began removing his slacks. "I saw you go in the room with him. I decided to hang around in case you were in trouble, but then I see another black guy show up and he's got a bag of ice and liquor!"

"I can explain."

"I don't want your explanations slut. I don't give a shit why you're doing what you're doing. All I know is I have finally got you where I want you. Now take off that robe!" 

He yanked my hair and I did what he asked, leaving me down to my bra and panties.

"Good slut." He said as he pinched one of my nipples. "I see you've been keeping in shape. Now it's time for us to start our fun. You may think you're a whore now, but by the time I'm done with you, I promise you will know the true meaning of the word."

And with that he pressed my head down to his cock. I opened my mouth and took him inside, something I never thought I'd be doing again. But lately, I'd been doing a lot of things I never would have imagined doing. 

Brad brought his hand to the back of my head and forced me up and down on his glistening penis. It was then that I realized, it was happening again. Just like Kyle and Jennifer, I was sucking cock on the living room couch!

He tried to choke me with his pole, but he had no idea how much practice I'd been getting with cocks much larger than his. Besides, while he was looking down at me with contempt, pumping his rod in and out of my lips, I was already thinking of a plan to get my revenge. 

Arrogant fuck. He may have had the upper hand now, but soon he'd be wishing he'd never fucked with me again. I just needed to suck and fuck my way through this afternoon first.

***TO BE CONTINUED***



Breaking Mrs. Spencer Ch. 03



This is part three of the series "Breaking Mrs. Spencer. Thank you to everyone who has been following the story so far. I really appreciate the feedback. – TangoV

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"Oh yeah...suck it slut."

As I continued working my ex-husband's cock in and out of my mouth I found myself growing more and more disgusted with him. There he was, flexing his hips upward and mauling my hair, confident that I had no choice except to submit to him. He kept looking down at me with that satisfied smirk. He thought he'd won. But Brad had no idea how far I was willing to go to get him out of my life.

"Oh...oh...fuck yeah." He groaned and shot his salty load into my mouth. "Swallow it all slut. Don't miss a drop."

I did as he asked, slurping every drop of his foul seed into my throat. Brad fell back on the couch completely spent. Then he pulled my face to his scrotum and made me lick his nut sack. I almost suffocated as he pressed my head into his crotch and ground his balls all over my face. He wanted to completely humiliate me. After a few minutes of that, he finally shoved my head away and stood to his feet.

"Go take a shower slut and clean out all of your holes real good." He sneered. "I wanna make sure you don't have any of those black boys' cum still left in you when I have my turn."

Humiliated, I stood to my feet and headed upstairs. I started to curse him, but my face was still swollen and sore from where he'd slapped me around earlier. I decided to just suffer my fate and make it through my ordeal. 

"Oh, and put on some sexy underwear for me sweetheart," he added.

Sweetheart? The nerve. 

I couldn't believe that Brad had followed me to the hotel when I went to meet Deon. While I was up in the room being double fucked by Shawn and Deon, he'd been sitting outside in his car the whole time. The bastard even had video of me getting in my car, rolling down my driver's side window and kissing their cocks before I left.

When we were married, Brad cheated on me every chance he got with his bubble-breasted assistant Nadia. After our messy divorce, I started hitting the gym like a fanatic and got into the best shape of my life. I made sure that every time he came by to pick up Kyle for his weekends, I wore something revealing to show off my newly toned figure. Since then he'd been on a mission to get back in my panties. By following me to the hotel, he now had the evidence to blackmail me into being his cock slut. The problem was I had already agreed to be Deon's cock slut. There just wasn't enough of me to go around!

After my shower I threw on my red lace bra with matching thong and went downstairs to the living room. Brad was naked on the couch sipping a glass of scotch on ice. 

"You look lovely darling. Would you like a drink?"

"You know I don't drink before noon." I responded.

"I know. I just figured it might help you loosen up a little." He replied. "You seemed a little frigid a few minutes ago when I was shoving my cock in your throat. Tell me, were you frigid last night when you sucked off those black boys? How did they get you to relax?"

His mocking words cut like a knife. I hated the thought of him having the upper hand over me. With Deon, it was like a taboo fantasy come to life. Though I'd fought to resist the idea, it actually turned me on, allowing a young black boy to have complete control of my body. With Brad, it sickened me to think that I'd be submitting to this asshole who'd wrecked our family with his infidelity and lies. Before this day if they was one thing I'd been certain of, it was that Brad would never get to touch me again. Now here I was presenting myself to him, wearing matching lingerie and waiting for his next command. I wanted to throw up.

He motioned for me to come over to him so I did. He smiled as I walked to the couch and stood in front of him. I could see his cock starting to stir as he gazed over my body.

"Put these on." He said, reaching down and handing me a pair of high heels. My eyes widened as I realized they were the same ones I'd worn to the hotel. 

"I noticed they were on the floor in the guest room." He continued. "You must have kicked them off when you came home last night."

He was right. I'd dashed in the house hoping to avoid Kyle and undressed as quickly as I could. He must have gone in the room and picked them up while I was upstairs.

I took the shoes and snapped them around my ankles.

"Very nice." He said while sliding a hand up my thigh. I shuddered under his touch.

"Brad, can we just get this over with?" I asked. "I'm really tired."

"I'm sure you are." He shot back. "With all the black cock you took last night you must be exhausted. But don't worry. Nadia's out of town visiting her parents this weekend and her flight doesn't get in until tomorrow afternoon. We have all day to enjoy ourselves."

My body went limp as I realized that I would have to endure a full day of his torture.

"I am curious." He continued. "You were in that room for almost 8 hours. I mean I had time to leave and get a burger, I even fell asleep a couple of times and you still hadn't left. What were you doing that whole time?"

"What?" I replied slightly confused.

"I mean I know you were fucking, judging by that little display in the parking lot, but I need to know the details."

I couldn't believe that he actually expected me to recount the events that happened in that room. It was one thing to have him know that I was sneaking around with Deon. It was another to have to testify to it like I was on the witness stand.

"Brad. We're both adults. You know what I was doing." I replied.

His hand traveled up my thigh to the curve of my hip and his fingers snaked underneath the fabric of my panties. "I find out the mother of my son is in a hotel with two black boys for 8 hours, I think it's only fair that I should know exactly what happened." He replied and he continued massaging my hip, before sliding around to cup my ass.

"I can't do this." I responded. "If you wanna fuck me, I'll let you but I'm not..."

"Slut! Are you forgetting who's in control here? Or do I need to slap you around a little more to remind you?"

"No Brad. Don't hit me. It's just..."

"It's just nothing!" he replied, forcefully pinching my ass. "I asked for details and you're going to tell me!"

I'd never seen his eyes so full of rage. As lousy as he'd treated me when we were together, he'd never threatened to hit me. There was more at play here than just his lust for me. Maybe seeing me that night was painful for him in some way. He might have even felt a little emasculated by the fact that his ex-wife would rather give herself willingly to two boys half her age than sleep with him. 

I almost felt sorry for him until I noticed his cock twitching. Despite whatever jealousy or pain he was feeling, it was also quite obvious that he was getting excited at the thought of getting to hear exactly what Deon and Shawn had done to me that night. Humiliating me by having me confess to the details was going to be the ultimate turn-on for him. Not wanting to go through another round of slap boxing with him, I decided to give in to his questioning.

"What do you want to know?"

"Everything. From the beginning." He replied with an evil gaze. 

"Okay." I took a deep breath. "Deon called me yesterday and told me to meet him at a hotel" I started.

"Uh huh." He replied and started rubbing my ass.

"I agreed to meet him at 7 o'clock. When I got there, I paid for the room and we went upstairs." His hand slid over my ass and in between the crevice.

"After we got there we talked for a while." I continued.

"What did you talk about?" His fingers moved to my slit causing me to moan.

"He told me the ground rules. He said I had to do whatever he told me to."

"Go on." Brad's other hand was on his cock now, slowly massaging the head.

"Then the other boy, Shawn came in. They made me strip for them."

"Did it turn you on, dancing for them like some whore in a strip club?" He asked, tugging his cock to life.

"Not at first. At first I was embarrassed. But then..."

"Then what?" he asked as he slipped two fingers inside my pussy.

"Ohhh..." I moaned in response. "They sat on the bed and pulled out their cocks."

"That excited you?"

"Yes. It did."

Brad began working his fingers in and out of my cunt. I could feel my juices begin to flow.

"Did they have big cocks?"

I was amazed that he would ask that, but as I watched him with his eyes closed, jerking his own shaft, I found it to be very arousing. His mind was working in a way that I'd never seen. He was touching a part of me that he'd never reached before just by talking to me. We'd never really talked during sex before and this was certainly the most foreplay I'd ever had with him. I was being turned on by the intensity of the moment as he played with my pussy and hung on my every word.

"Yes. Both of them are quite large."

"What happened next?" He asked.

His fingers slid further inside me and it was getting harder to focus on retelling my story. I grit my teeth and cooed like a naughty schoolgirl as my legs began to twitch under the urgency of his probing fingers.

"I stripped off my clothes, real slow. I started with my top, then I turned my ass towards them and slid off my skirt."

"Ohhh...go on," he moaned and gripped his shaft tighter, causing the huge vein that ran along its length to swell. 

"After I stripped down to my underwear and high heels, I walked over to Shawn while he was pumping his cock and I put it in my mouth." I continued. "Then Deon got behind me and ate my pussy."

"Did he fuck you?" He asked.

"Yes. He fucked me doggy-style while I sucked Shawn's cock."

Brad shoved his fingers deep inside me forcing the air from my lungs.

"Did you swallow Shawn's cum?" he continued while diving inside my cunt and using his thumb to massage my clit. I took a couple of steps towards him, completely lost in my story. As he worked my pussy, I closed my eyes and imagined myself back in that room with Deon and Shawn.

"Most of it. It was just so much. Some of it spilled out of my mouth and I had to lick it up."

"Did you lick it all up like a good little slut?"

He picked up his pace and began ramming his fingers in and out. It was hard to focus on anything except the squishy noises coming from my cunt. I could feel my juices trickling down my thigh.

"Yes. I did." I replied. "And then Deon came inside me."

"Did you come?"

"Ahhh..." I replied as he added a third finger to my cunt. "Yes. Several times."

"Then?"

"Then...ahh...then we had some drinks." 

I intentionally left out the part about smoking the weed as I was sure Brad would probably try to use that as more ammunition for his blackmail.

"After that?"

"After that we laid back on the bed with me in the middle. I started stroking their cocks."

As I retold that part of the night, Brad responded by jerking his cock with more intensity. I had to admire the way he was handling both jobs at the same time, stroking himself to a full throbbing erection and maintaining the constant assault on my pussy. He'd never displayed that type of skill and attention to detail in our lovemaking.

"What happened next?" He continued. "Did you suck their cocks for them?"

"No, Shawn asked me to let him fuck me."

"And did you?"

I nodded my head and moaned into the air. I moved closer to Brad and watched his hand moving up and down his cock. The sight of him jerking himself on the couch, getting so turned on by my confession made me want to jump on top of him and ride him until he filled me with a gusher of cum. Even though he was using me, and even though I knew I would eventually make him pay for it, there was no denying that I was hornier for him at that moment than at any point in our entire marriage.

"Go on." He urged.

"While Shawn fucked me," I continued. "Deon started rubbing lube on his cock."

"He wanted to fuck your ass?" He asked as he plunged his fingers deep inside me, causing me to lurch forward and brace myself by placing my hand on his thigh.

"Yes."

"Did you let him?"

"Yes...ahhh." He started twisting his hand inside me. "I took both of them at the same time. Shawn in my pussy, Deon in my...in my...ahhh...ass."

"You fucking slut." He replied as he jabbed my cunt. My body was being rocked forward each time he plunged his way inside my hole. "How did it feel having two cocks inside you at once?"

"It felt incredible. Ahhh... I've never felt that full."

"And you came on their cocks didn't you?"

"Yesss...yesss..." I replied as he thundered away at my cunt with his fingers. "I came so hard on their big cocks...yesss...I couldn't help myself. It felt...so...ahhhhh...so good." 

I felt my walls clench as I lifted my knee onto the couch, trying my best to give Brad full access to my dripping pussy. He didn't hesitate to take advantage. 

He was four fingers deep in my womb as I threw my face into the sofa cushion. I came like a fountain on his hand, moaning and writhing on the couch like a bitch in heat. My body jerked for several seconds afterwards and I couldn't help but bite down on one of the sofa pillows. 

After my orgasm passed, he removed his hand from my cunt and fed it to me. I swallowed his fingers like they were covered with ambrosia. 

"Is that all?" He asked while watching me kiss and lick his hand.

"No. After that we fell asleep." I continued. "When I woke up, I took a shower. While the water ran over my body, I stuck my fingers in my pussy and started working them...working them in and out."

"You were still horny?"

"Yes. I needed more." On cue, Brad took his fingers out of my mouth and slid them back inside my leaking cunt. 

"My pussy was aching for more cock." I continued. "Then Shawn came in the shower with me."

"And you let him fuck you again?"

"Yessss..." I purred as Brad's fingers slid back and forth over my clit. "I took his cock from behind standing up in the shower."

"You fucking slut. You loved it didn't you?"

"Yes. I would have let him fuck me all night, just like that. He fucked me so hard...so hard. Then he filled me with his cum. So much cum running down my legs."

Suddenly Brad grabbed my arm and pulled me forward, taking my hand and placing it on his cock. After I began to stroke it up and down he continued his questioning. "What did you do after he emptied his big black cock in you?"

"I got out of the shower and got dressed." 

I could tell by Brad's stuttered breathing that he was on the verge of cumming. The thought of Deon and Shawn having their way with me was driving him insane with sexual rage. I knew my next comment would send him to the edge. I leaned over him so that my face was inches from his throbbing hard-on. 

His cock might as well have been a microphone as I sped up the tempo on his rod and added, "But then Deon made me get on my knees and give him a blowjob."

"Ahhh..." Brad replied as he arched his back. "That black bastard made you suck his cock in your work clothes?" 

"Yes." I responded as I ferociously pumped his meat. "Shawn too. They sprayed their cum in my hair and all over my clothes. There was so much cum all over me. It coated my face. It was dripping from my hair. It was everywhere. It was..."

"Ahhh...ahhh...fuck!" was his reply as he finally exhaled and released his load. The first spurt shot into the air and splashed against my face. The rest bubbled out of the head and drizzled over my hand.

Without being told, I leaned in and began to lick my sticky cum-coated fingers while gently stroking his cock, slowly bringing him down from his orgasmic high. His semen cascaded over my knuckles like a thick coat of bubbling lava. I'd never seen Brad shoot so much cum before and judging by the shocked look in his eyes, neither had he.

"Why did you do it?" He asked as I used my tongue to clean his spunk. "Why did you let them use you like that?"

I could have told him about seeing Kyle sucking Deon's cock that night in the living room and Deon using that to blackmail me. I could have told him about Deon raping me at knifepoint in my kitchen. But I lied. I wanted to keep those facts to myself. He already had enough information to use against me as it was and I definitely didn't want to bring Kyle into the mix.

"It started when we'd go to the football games with Kyle and watch Deon play. I guess I became infatuated with him." I said, hoping my story wouldn't sound too unbelievable. But realizing the truth would have probably sounded even more far-fetched, I continued. "One day when Kyle wasn't home, Deon came by looking for him and I invited him inside. After some small talk he kissed me. One thing led to another and we had sex. It all started from there."

"Sick bitch!" He replied and pushed my head away from his cock. "Who would have thought that all that time I was married to an undercover cock slut?"

'Yeah, who would have thought indeed?' I pondered to myself and sat up on the couch next to him.

"Get your ass up and make me some breakfast or something." He replied with a shove that sent me to the floor. "I'm tired of looking at your face. You disgust me."

I couldn't believe his sudden change of attitude. Just moments ago he was stroking himself off while I told him the details of that night in the motel. Now he was acting as if the whole thing sickened him. After seeing that display, any sympathy I'd been feeling for him was gone. He was definitely going to pay for that!

I walked into the kitchen with thoughts of poisoning his food dancing in my head. But I had a better way to exact my revenge. I just needed a little time.

I made bacon, eggs and Belgian waffles for him. After he ate, he poured maple syrup on his cock and made me give him another blowjob to get him hard. After I slurped him to a full erection, he picked me up and threw me over the arm of the sofa. Before I could react or even brace myself, he rammed his cock up my ass.

"Owww! Brad stop!" I screamed.

"I bet you didn't tell Deon to stop." He replied with a grunt.

For the next 20 minutes he pumped my ass with his cock, with no regard for my feelings. He called me "slut", "whore" and "tramp" over and over. I could feel his balls slapping my cunt lips each time he drove inside me.

"You like that whore? You like a cock in your ass?"

I knew what he wanted to hear so I played along. "Yes. I want your cock Brad." I replied unenthusiastically.

His pace had quickened and I could tell he was about to shoot his load. I clawed the sofa and prepared to take a sticky cum blast up my ass. 

"You fucking slut." He continued. "I work my ass off, paying you alimony and all the while you've got money to spend on a hotel room so you can fuck a couple of nigg--- ...ahhh....ahhh...ahhhhhhh!"

His racist rant was thankfully cut short by his orgasm. He flexed his hips a few times inside me, emptied his balls in my ass and pushed me off his cock. 

"From now on you can forget about your little black cock fantasies. You belong to me now." He said as he stood up and walked to the bathroom. "It's gonna be just like old times with me fucking you and Nadia, except now she'll be the one I go home to and you'll be my little fuck toy on the side."

I watched him smile and stride off to the bathroom for a shower. Out of all the reasons I could think of to want to see him castrated, it was his arrogance that stuck out the most. 

For the rest of the day, Kyle made me walk around the house in my lingerie. He made me serve him drinks and do submissive things like massage his back or kiss his feet. Occasionally I would have to give him a blowjob or ride his cock while he sat back on the couch watching TV. 

He told me to make his favorite dinner, steak and home fries with homemade apple cobbler for dessert. As I was kneading the dough for the crust, he came up behind me and fucked my ass over the kitchen counter. I couldn't believe his stamina. When we were married, it was a miracle if he could get it up twice in one day. Now that I was his willing cock slut, he'd become a fucking machine!




Breaking Mrs. Spencer Ch. 03



With Nadia out of town, he ended up spending the night at my house, taking full advantage of my abused my ass throughout the night. Several times he woke me up for a blowjob or so he could have at my cunt or my sore asshole. Watching him strut around my house with his arrogant smirk and his dangling cock on display, made me want to slit his fucking throat. It was pure hell. 

The worst part was, before leaving the next morning; he had the nerve to make me lick out his asshole! He threw me on the living room floor and squatted on my face like I was a fucking toilet. As he jerked his cock and pressed my head into his cheeks, I felt a fiery rage boiling inside me, becoming more and more intense with each flick of my tongue across his anus. Once he shot his load, he rewarded me by blasting a sour fart in my face. I could hear his laughter bouncing off the walls as I ran upstairs to the shower. The sick fuck had to pay!

When I came back downstairs in my robe, he was fully dressed and standing by the door.

"I didn't want to leave before saying goodbye." He said. "Come give your ex-hubby a hug."

I walked over to him and he pulled me close, wrapping his arms around my waist. I played along just to get him out the door and slid my hands around his back.

"I would ask for a kiss," he snickered. "But I know where your mouth has been."

Bastard.

He then slid his hands down my back until he found my plump naked ass and gave it a squeeze. After that, he opened the door but before walking out, he jabbed a finger up my cunt and sneered, "I think I like you better as a slut. You should have fucked some black cock a long time ago. It might've saved our marriage."

He pumped his finger inside me a few times causing me to gasp and fall forward into his chest. I felt ashamed of myself as he worked two fingers inside me and I moaned into his shoulder.

"Alexis, look at you." He said into my ear. "Even after all the different cocks you've had inside you the past two days, you still can't get enough. You really are a fucking slut."

And with that, he yanked his finger out of my hole, pushed me aside and walked out of my house. Furious that I'd allowed my body to start giving in to him again, I slammed the door behind him, bolting it shut. Then I walked over to the window and I watched him through the blinds as he got in his car and backed out of my driveway.

As soon as I saw Brad pull out into the street and drive away, I put my revenge plan into action. I called Deon on his cell phone, practicing my 'damsel in distress' act while I waited for him to answer.

"Yeah." Said Deon after a couple of rings. 

My pussy moistened and I almost came on the spot when I heard his silky voice come through the phone.

"Hey Deon. It's Mrs. Spen..."

"Yeah, I know who it is." He replied. "What you want, some more dick?"

Actually I did. But I had to stay focused. 

"Deon, I called you because...because I didn't know who else to call..." I sniffled into the phone adding to the effect.

"What you talking about? You crying?" He asked.

"My ex-husband. He followed me to the motel Friday. He knows about us."

"And?"

"He came over yesterday...and...and..."

"What happened?"

"He slapped me around and forced me to have sex with him. It was horrible."

There was a pause of silence as I waited for Deon's response. I continued sniffing into the phone, hoping that my plan was working.

"What does that have to do with me?" He replied. "Sounds like a personal problem to be honest. One of them 'domestic disputes' or whatever. Since you like going to the police so much, I suggest you let them handle it."

Deon was going to be harder to manipulate than I thought. But I was undeterred.

"I can't," I responded. "He's blackmailing me. He has video of what we did in the parking lot. He told me I can't see you anymore."

I could tell my words had angered Deon as his low voice growled back, "I don't care what he has. You belong to me. Whenever I want you. That's what we agreed."

I smiled and replied, "I told him that, but he doesn't care." 

I knew I had to make it personal for Deon in order to make him want to get involved, so I continued. "He thinks I belong to him now. He said that if you ever come around me or my son again, he's going to the police and he's going to tell them about you and Shawn drinking alcohol and smoking weed. He says the publicity over this whole thing might mess up your football scholarship."

"What? 

I knew I had him hooked. All I had to do was add on the finishing touches.

"I'm scared Deon. He keeps talking about he's going to make us pay for embarrassing him. He said he would make an example out of you."

"Okay baby girl. Calm down. I'll take care of this." He paused for a moment and then exhaled a deep breath. "I'm gonna make a few calls, then I'll get back with you. Alright?"

A calm settled over my body, as I knew my little act had gotten to Deon. "Okay." I replied in my meekest voice.

I hung up the phone and smiled. My plan was working like a charm. Even though I was Deon's cock slut, I now knew that I could manipulate him if I pushed the right buttons. Sure, it would probably take a while before I could completely turn the tables on him, but eventually I knew I would get the upper hand. 

Despite all of his bravado and cunning, he was still an 18-year old boy in a grown woman's world. I was using my body to get men under my control when he was still in diapers. No matter what slutty acts he had in store for me in the near future, sooner or later I would be the one running the show.

But first things first, my asshole of an ex-husband had to pay. And I was going to use Deon to teach him a hard lesson. He may have thought he was holding all of the cards, but Brad had no idea what he'd gotten himself into. Hell hath no fury like a cock slut scorned.

TO BE CONTINUED... 



Breaking Mrs. Spencer



Sensing his victory over my spirit, Deon grabbed my left hand and placed it around his dark pole. I could barely fit my hand around it, but I was compelled to gently squeeze it and slide my hand slowly back and forth around its girth, admiring the power he wielded between his thighs. He moved directly behind me again and it was clear that he wanted me to guide his cock back into my pussy. 

I couldn't believe I was standing there about to give in to my teenaged rapist but the heat from his throbbing steel cock was so intoxicating. My pussy was sizzling with desire and it was like a gravitational pull was drawing the mushroom tip of his rod ever closer to my snatch. My hand was trembling as I tugged his cock and brought the head to the entrance of my dripping cunt. 

"You know you want this big black dick bitch. Stop wasting time and let me fuck you." He whispered in my ear. The warmth of his breath cascading over my neck washed away any discomfort I'd felt over his use of the word "bitch". I was his slut now and we both knew it. I brought the tip of his cock to my warm slit and moaned as it began to sink inside me. He didn't move forward as I hoped he would. He was going to make me do it completely. I had to surrender all of myself to him. 

Once a quarter of his cock was inside me I removed my hand and gripped the kitchen counter with both hands. I then pressed my ass back against him and took his entire length deep into my hole. It was like he'd grown even bigger this time as my walls were stretched to capacity by his juicy black snake. I took my time building up speed, slowly rocking back and forth, until I couldn't take it anymore and started slamming my pussy down the length of his hardness, my ass smacking against his muscular waist as I threw my head from side to side with lust. 

I was gasping for air and again I felt his breath against the back of my neck. 

"I knew you'd be a good fuck. You walk around teasing men all day with them big titties and those tight jeans. I'm gonna teach you how to respect the power of a big cock."

With that he grabbed my thighs and jackhammered his steel rod deep inside me, causing my body to jerk forward in rhythm to each thrust. Relinquishing all free will, my body longed for him to pick up the pace even faster. I wanted him to fuck all resistance out of me. 

"Yes...yesssss." I found myself moaning as he plowed into me from behind. I looked beneath me and saw that my juices had traveled down my leg and were pooling on the tile floor. There was nothing loving or gentle about what he was doing me. He was giving me the fucking that I'd earned with all of my years of cock teasing. He was pounding me for every time I'd shown up at Kyle's school in my low cut blouses, form fitting skirts and high heels. 

Since my divorce, I'd kept my pussy under lock and key. The few times I'd dated, I made sure to wear my sexiest clothes and underwear, even though I had no intention of letting a man fuck me. Even with my husband I'd always been somewhat of a prude and only fucked him on my terms. These were not my terms. My son's friend had come into my home and claimed my pussy as his own. He was fucking me in my kitchen like I was a common animal and I was powerless to stop him.

He displayed that power, by bringing his forearm around my neck and pulling me closer against his body as he continued beast fucking me over the sink. I was in bliss as I drooled over the sink in passion. His hand was near my face and I instinctively sucked his thumb into my mouth, lashing my tongue around it and swallowing, worshipping it like a cock. I was too far gone now to ever turn back. 

Deon ground his taught hips against my ass and began moving his cock in a circle, hitting my clit at just the right angle and causing me to gasp with delight.

"Oh yessss." I purred. "Just like that...yessssss."

Deon continued to deep stroke me. I wanted more and more of him inside me. I was consumed by the thought of what he was doing to me with my son and his friends only a few feet away from us. I was more turned on than I'd ever been in my entire life.

"That night," Deon whispered in my ear as his cock continued to probe me. "when I had Kyle suck my cock on your couch...I saw you standing up there, watching us the whole time." 

"What?" I was completely startled by this remark. I'd suspected that he'd seen me that night, but now he'd confirmed it. I wanted to say more but Deon slammed his hips into me and the words were lost.

"After you went to sleep, I told Kyle I needed to use the bathroom."

"Unngh!" I replied as his cock plowed deeper into me.

"I went upstairs, opened your door and you was spread out on the bed, with yo' legs wide open. Nothing on but yo' bra and them lace black panties. Yo' pussy was just begging me to come in."

"You came in my room? Unngh!" Our bodies were slapping against each other now. He pile-drivered his cock home and despite my confusion, I was still slamming my ass back against his thighs, meeting his every thrust.

He was right, I had been wearing my black lace panties that night. My dream was because he was right there...in my bed!

"I slid between yo' thighs and licked yo' pussy. You was so wet, I had to taste you. So I stuck my tongue inside you and just like I did to Kyle, you reached out and put yo' hand on my head, pressing my tongue deeper inside you.

"No. Unngh!"

"Yeah. You did. I made you come on my tongue. And if I would have had more time, I would've fucked you right then in yo' sleep. You looked so sexy with yo' thighs open and yo' pussy leaking on the bed. I knew that night I was going to fuck you one day, and here we are."

With that he began squeezing my tits while he kissed and licked the back of my neck, sending me into a frenzy. He pinched and squeezed my eraser sized nipples and I reacted by clawing a hunk of his muscular thigh, feeling the sinewy muscles flex and contract each time he drove his cock inside me. My mouth was wide open with lust as he grabbed my hair and tore away at my throbbing snatch, pounding me with the expertise of an older man and the energy and passion that only a young lover could provide.

The image of him, crawling between my legs that night only made me wetter for him. While I was dreaming about his impressive cock, he must have been working his tongue over my willing pussy, lapping at my juices and driving me to orgasm. The thought of my son's black friend, sneaking into my room while I was asleep and taking advantage of my body, was so sexy, it brought me to the tipping point. My body clenched and I knew I was about explode all over his cock.

I came with a shudder as I looked to my right and could see the others still sitting on the deck chatting away. Deon slapped my ass with a loud "SMACK!" and with a series of jerking motions and a loud groan, he dumped his load in my worn out pussy. As he filled me with his cum, I came a second time, my eyes literally rolling in the back of my head and my body contorting uncontrollably.

Deon pulled out of me and I collapsed over the sink.

"Mrs. Spencer?"

"What?"

"I need you to turn around, get on yo' knees and clean my cock in appreciation for all that I've done for you and yo' son."

As if in a trance I turned around and dropped to my knees. I knew his cock was huge but it was nothing like seeing that black monster inches from my face. Even if it was beginning to soften, it was still like nothing I'd ever seen. I was now face to face with what Kyle had seen that night on the couch. My mouth watered with anticipation of fitting that black monster between my lips. It was at that moment I understood why my son had given in to his lust and devoured Deon's cock. It was a beautiful masterpiece of manhood and I smacked my lips, working up more than enough saliva to allow him to slide effortlessly into my throat.

I grabbed the length in my hands and just as I'd seen Kyle do that night on the couch, I made love to Deon's thick cock with my mouth. I kissed and licked until he came back to life. Once he was completely hard, Deon gripped the sides of my head and pumped his shaft in and out of my greedy lips. My head was pressed against the sink cabinets as he face fucked me silly. The smacking and slurping sounds I made around his cock only served to arouse me more as I fingered myself to another orgasm. 

Soon I took a mouthful of cum right in my kitchen, swallowing as much as I could before watching the rest drip onto my heaving breasts. Deon tossed me the beach towel from the floor and I wiped his molten lava from my chest and chin. I then cradled his softening meat in my hands, bathing his cock with my tongue until his rod was sparkling clean. 

Finally catching my breath, I came to my senses and stood to my feet. "Well we'd better get started washing these dishes. The others are probably wondering what we've been doing in here all this time.

Deon nodded and we quickly started on the dishes. I washed. Deon dried.

"One more thing Mrs. Spencer." Deon added.

"Yes?"

"You do understand that you belong to me now?"

"As long as you promise not to fuck Kyle, we can keep things going between us." I couldn't believe that I'd just agreed to be his cock slut in exchange for him staying out of Kyle's ass, but I was past the point of caring about resisting him. He'd awaken a side of me that I never knew existed. And I was determined to have that perfect black cock for as long as I could.

"Understood." He replied while I handed him another dish. "I'll still let him suck me off, because he likes that and it would probably hurt his feelings if I didn't let him keep doing it. But I promise I won't fuck Kyle's ass as long as you let me do what I want with that fine ass body of yours. Agreed?"

Without hesitation, I nodded my head. I'd just agreed that my son could keep sucking his cock but I didn't care. I was willing to do whatever Deon asked me to.

"Good." He said while rubbing my ass and sliding a finger along my slit. "Because Shawn thinks you're hot too. And I'm sure he would love to tap that plump little ass too."

***TO BE CONTINUED.***