by David Black
“UnnnYEH!”
Marcus grunted and kept shoving his dangerously thick cock into her. She tossed her head from side to side and gnashed her teeth.
Marcus pulled out a little and then pushed back into her.
“You my little black cock slut?”
“Nnh,” she nodded and whimpered.
A moan escaped my lips as I started to cum. I quickly clenched my teeth and tried to stifle it. My cock twitched as it drenched the inside of my pants.
For a second I was worried they’d hear me but Kara’s screams more than drowned out any whimpers that came from the closet.
Marcus hammered her pussy relentlessly. Kara writhed and whined under him. It was impossible to tell where one orgasm ended and another began.
After a while he pulled out. He rolled her over and she laid face down on the bed, gasping for air for a minute.
Marcus playfully slapped her tight ass a few times. Long before she was recovered he laid on top of her. He spread her legs apart a little and shoved his cock into her again.
“FUCKK!” she screamed into the mattress. Her hands dug into the sheets, and her muffled cries echoed throughout her room as Marcus fucked without mercy.
“Oh your pussy feels good,” he panted. He slowed his thrusts and, after a minute, he pulled out again. He rolled her over and straddled her stomach. Kara’s breath was ragged and she had a glassy look in her eye.
He peeled his condom off.
“I wanna cover you in my cum,” Marcus said.
Kara didn’t really respond. He reached down and grabbed her hand and wrapped it around his cock.
Her hand slowly moved up and down his huge dick as she tried to catch her breath. After a few strokes her other hand wrapped around his pole too.
“Oh yeah,” he groaned, “jack me off all over you.”
He panted for most of a minute, and then his big black cock started to erupt. Massive blasts rained down across her tits and her face.
He rolled off her and they both laid there panting.
“You should probably go before my parents get home,” Kara said eventually.
“Okay,” he said, slowly starting to get dressed.
After he left the room I waited for a minute until I heard the front door open and shut.
“You can come out now,” Kara said.
I opened the closet door. She looked over at me and smiled, her face still covered in Marcus’ cum.
“How was it?” she asked.
“Sooo amazing,” I said.
“Good.”
“I came in my pants,” I said, looking down at my lap.
She snickered.
“Can you cum again?” she asked.
“I’m hard already,” I said, nodding.
“You wanna cum on me too?” she asked.
“Oh, god yes!”
“Come over here,” she said.
I eagerly climbed onto the bed. I unzipped my pants and pulled my dick out of my sticky boxers.
Kara looked up at me as I stroked myself over her. Even though I had already cum once, it was less than a minute before I lost it. My cum splattered across her tits, adding to Marcus’ massive load.
I panted for a minute, still kneeling on the bed next to her.
“Get some kleenex and clean me up before my parents get home,” she said with a grin.
THE GREATEST T-SHIRT EVER
“Are you ready to open your present?” My wife, Sarah, asked.
“Sure,” I said.
I sat down on the couch, and she got a small wrapped package out of the closet. She sat down next to me and handed the present to me.
It felt soft and flexible. Like clothes.
“Open it!” she said.
I carefully unwrapped the package.
“THIS . . . IS . . . AWESOME!” I said. It was a black T-shirt that said ‘I SWALLOW’ in big white caps across the front. “That is super hot!”
“So,” she said. “The kids are at your mom’s. So I can put that on and give you can fuck my brains out, OR . . .”
“. . . Or what?” I asked. My heart raced with anticipation.
“Or I can put the shirt on and you can take me out and we can see what happens.” She smiled devilishly.
“Really?!”
She nodded.
We had only recently gotten into the hotwife lifestyle. She had fucked three different men. Two while I watched and one without me. Each time I had begged her to swallow the guy’s cum. She felt awkward demanding it upfront and each time, during the act, the opportunity failed to materialize.
She put on the T-shirt, a tight pair of jeans and a tall pair of heels. I don’t think there is anything in world sexier than the words ‘I SWALLOW’ stretched out over a pair of D-cup tits. Especially my wife’s D-cup tits.
She put her long blonde hair up in a ponytail; the implications of which only made me harder. I was giddy as we left the house. As I drove I could hardly force myself to look at the road with her sitting next to me.
I picked a bar that was a bit of a dive. Despite how much the idea might arouse me, she definitely did not want to run into anyone she knew from work.
The girl behind the bar stared at the shirt for a moment and then took our order. I got a beer, and Sarah got a cosmo. We drank them quickly as pool balls clacked idly in the background.
My erection strained against my pants as we ordered a second round.
A guy walked over from the far side of the bar to order another beer. He had dark hair and was tall, well over six foot. He chuckled when he saw her shirt.
“You know if it’s not true, you’re going to get into trouble for false advertising,” he said with a smile.
“Oh it’s true,” I said, my heart pounding with excitement.
“Is that so?” he asked, gazing at my wife with a grin.
She smiled weakly and took another big drink.
“You want her to prove it?” I asked in a low voice.
“Hell yeah,” he answered without hesitation.
I nodded toward the bathroom. Sarah finished her drink. He grabbed his beer and followed us down the hallway toward the bathrooms.
I peeked inside the men’s bathroom. It was deserted so I motioned them inside.
The bathroom had a stall and two urinals. Sarah went into the stall and motioned for him to follow her.
“Hold this for me,” he said, handing me his beer. Then he followed her into the stall and closed the door behind him.
I could hear her fumbling with his belt. I tilted my head a little and could see under the stall’s wall that her knees were already on the ground.
“Oh yeah,” the guy moaned. My cock flexed in my pants. I could feel it leaking precum. I positioned myself in front of the stall door and took a sip of his beer. It seemed only fair.
Somebody came in to take a leak. While he stood at the urinal he stared over at the stall. The loud breathing was hard to miss, and I’m sure he could see that Sarah was on her knees. I tried not to make I contact.
The guy finished up and left. Soon I could hear loud grunts coming from the stall. I peered through the gap in the stall door. I could see the back of Sarah’s head and could tell her lips were still wrapped tightly around his cock. He groaned and panted as she sucked every last drop out of him.
“God that was amazing.” I heard him say. Then he emerged from the stall, still tucking his cock back into his pants. I handed him his beer.
“Thanks,” he said, taking a sip. “What’s your name?”
“Marshal. And this is Sarah.”
He shook my hand and then turned and shook hers too.
“You got a hell of a wife Marshal. Thanks for letting me borrow her mouth.”
“My pleasure,” I said.
He headed back out to the bar, and I stepped into the stall with my wife.
“Fuck that was hot!” I said, unzipping my pants.
“Yeah?” she asked, coyly.
“Uh-huh,” I nodded as I pulle
d my cock out. She slowly got back down on her knees. She held my thighs and her tongue ran over her lips.
“You want me to suck your cock?”
“Yeah,” I said, eagerly.
“And swallow all your cum?”
“Uh-huh,” I panted, my cock twitching only inches from her lips.
“. . . I can,” she said, “but it’ll be the last load I swallow tonight.”
“. . . Huh?” I asked, confused.
“It’s your birthday. I’ll swallow as many loads as you want,” she leaned forward and gave the head of my cock a slow, wet kiss, “but the last load I swallow,” she said very slowly, “is going to be yours.”
I groaned with arousal and struggled to get my erection back into my pants. She smiled and got to her feet, and we made our way back out to the bar.
As we ordered another drink I noticed four guys gathered around one of the pool tables staring and motioning in our direction. One of them was the guy who had walked into the middle of our bathroom escapade.
“As many as I want?” I asked.
She laughed and nodded, “Within reason,” she said, taking a sip of her drink.
“Is four within reason?” I asked.
“Sure,” she said.
“I love you sooo much.”
“I bet,” she laughed.
I grabbed my beer and nodded toward the pool table. The chatter died down as we approached.
“You like her shirt?” I asked. The whole lot of them chuckled.
“We sure do,” the one with a beard said. They looked to be in their mid-twenties, a few years younger than Sarah and me.
“Interested in a little wager?” I asked him.
“Maybe,” he answered.
“Game of pool. You win she’ll suck you off.” There was a collective “Ohhhh,” from the guys as they all looked over at Sarah. She just shrugged.
“And what if you win?” the guy with the beard asked.
“Let’s just say a round of drinks.”
“Deal,” he said with a grin. Then he turned to his friends, “Re-rack ‘em.”
He let me break. Within a few shots I could tell he was quite good but, of course, that didn’t bother me. The game stayed fairly close for most of it, but he ended up winning with a comfortable three ball lead.
“So how do you wanna do this?” he asked, grinning as he tossed his cue on a nearby table.
I scanned the room.
“ . . . I think this corner is secluded enough.” I motioned toward a table behind the pool table in the very back of the bar. He took a seat at it and Sarah crawled under it.
“Fuck she is good at this,” he groaned.
I took a big drink from my beer and smiled as I adjusted my erection.
“Interested in another wager?” one of the other three asked.
I chuckled. “Sure. Tell you what. If one of you can beat me, she’ll blow all of you.”
They quickly huddled up and argued over who had the best chance of beating me. Eventually they decided on one of them, the shortest of the bunch. His arms were covered in tattoos.
He wasn’t nearly as good as his friend. Even with me severely distracted by my wife sucking off another man a few feet away, I was still in the lead.
By the time Sarah crawled out from under the table and joined us, I only had one stripe remaining while my opponent had three solids.
Tattoos spent a long time lining up his shot but he put too much power on it and missed. He was rewarded with a round of “Booos,” from his friends.
He had left me in a good position and I easily knocked the last stripe in, to another collective groan.
I lined up my final shot . . .
Cheers and high-fives erupted as the cue ball sailed passed the eight and scratched in the corner pocket.
“Of course!” Sarah said, eyeing me suspiciously.
After some brief discussion I told them to pick up a 12-pack of beer and a bottle of cheap, sweet wine and meet us at a motel that was down the street.
I had a raging erection as I checked us in to the motel. When we got into the room Sarah pushed me down onto the bed. She climbed on top of me, and we made out and dry humped like a couple of teenagers.
“Did you like that back at the bar?” she asked.
“Oh god yes!”
She sat up and snaked her hand between us, teasing my hard-on through my pants.
“Be careful,” I said, “Or you are going to make me lose it in my pants.”
“You like watching me swallow other men’s cum?”
“Ohhhh, you are the best wife ever,” I groaned.
Soon the four of them arrived. They cracked open beers, and I poured some moscato into a glass for Sarah.
As she drank the wine they surrounded her, their hands roaming over her body. They all pawed at her big tits through her ‘I SWALLOW’ T-shirt.
I watched, sipping my beer. She giggled and took a drink of her wine as the groped her.
The one with the tattoos unzipped his pants. When he pulled his cock out she quickly leaned over and her mouth engulfed it. The other guys let out a cheer.
Sarah’s left hand was wrapped around the base of the cock as she sucked. Her right hand roamed over the tented pants surrounding her. Soon the rest of them had their cocks out too, even the guy with the beard who she had already sucked off. One of them thrust his cock into her hand and she started stroking it.
After a minute her lips moved to another cock. I was painfully hard as I watched her suck a stranger’s cock while she stroked two more. My erection flexed against my pants again and again, its swollen head leaking precum. I finished my beer and opened another.
The guy with the beard got down on his knees next to her. As she sucked his friend’s cock he unbuttoned her pants and slid his hand into them. Her shoulders arched back as he pushed down on her clit. He moved his fingers rhythmically, and she continued to suck dick.
“I’m gonna cum,” the guy with tattoos said.
Sarah wrapped her lips around the head of his cock.
“Already?” one of his friends quipped.
“Shut up,” he groaned.
Sarah laughed briefly but quickly took his cock in her mouth again. He panted as she stroked him and sucked him dry.
“How many is that tonight?” one of them asked.
“Three!” I answered.
Sarah took the next dick into her mouth. The guy with the beard started to rub her pussy faster and faster. I rubbed my hand over my erection as she switched from one cock to another. I could see her body begin to shake as she started to orgasm.
She pulled her mouth off the cock. Her breasts heaved inside her T-shirt as she panted. She quickly devoured the cock again but only lasted several seconds before she was gasping for air again.
I was panting too as I watched. I don’t think I can remember ever being more aroused in my life. She gripped two of the cocks firmly, to help her balance, as her whole body lurched as she orgasmed.
“Unhh . . . fuck,” she moaned.
“You like that baby?” I asked.
She nodded, breathing in and out quickly.
One of the guys groaned and said he was going to cum. Sarah was still trying to catch her breath but he shoved his cock into her mouth anyways.
“Ohh-yeah!” he moaned as he came. Cum spilled out of the corner of her mouth. It ran down her chin and dripped onto the shirt.
Even though she was struggling for breath she swallowed the rest of his load.
The guy stepped back. After a few seconds Sarah took another cock in her mouth.
The guy with the beard slipped his hand out of her pants and got to his feet. He grabbed her hand and guided it to his dick. Sarah slowly stroked him as she sucked his friend.
It didn’t take long before he looked like he was close. When he said, “I’m gonna cum,” Sarah pulled her mouth off. She opened her mouth wide and stroked him hard.
I let out a little murmur as I watched him erupt. The fir
st blast hit her lips but she quickly adjusted, and the second blast hit her in the back of the throat. She kept stroking him until the last of his cum leaked out, then swallowed and turned to the cock in her left hand. Her lips wrapped around the guy’s bulbous head, and he let out a moan. As she stroked him her right hand found his balls and started gently kneading them.
