Chapter Seven
“Oh, fuuuuck.”
It was delicious. The way his thick, firm dick slid inside her, opening her up inch after inch, was so achingly satisfying. Susie eagerly wrapped her legs around Desmond’s hips, and clung to his shoulders, urging him to fill her more…
And he did. In fact, he just kept on going, until Susie moaned in discomfort, and the big, black man finally bottomed out inside her.
“Huuuungh,” Susie groaned. “Oh, fuck…”
“Bigger than your husband?” Desmond grinned.
“C-considerably.”
“Well, just you wait, honey.” And then he began to thrust, and Susie’s head flopped back and she cried out in pleasure.
The padded mats creaked as Desmond thrust, fucking Susie with long, slow strokes.
It was exquisite. The muscular black man’s hips ground deliciously against Susie’s clitoris, and his big cock rubbed her g-spot in exactly the right way. Within seconds, her pussy was gushing and Susie’s whole body was shuddering.
Her nipples were hard as bullets. Her face was flushed. Her breathing was ragged.
Butterflies churned in her stomach, and a burning need was bubbling between her legs.
“Oh, fuck,” she groaned, clinging desperately to Desmond’s shoulders as he fucked her. “You’re going to make me cum.”
“Good,” Desmond turned his head, and gazed deep into Susie’s eyes. “I want to see it.” And he fucked her relentlessly, until she was squirming, and shuddering, and…
“Oh, fuck,” Susie groaned. “Oh, God.”
And then she came.”
“Fuuuuuuck,” arching her back, Susie surrendered to a detonation of pleasure. It was incredible; like a tsunami of pleasure washing over her, and then crashing down to leave her limp and lifeless.
Desmond rode her like a piston through her climax, but the moment she flopped onto the mats, gasping for breath, he paused.
“Roll over,” he told her.
Susie was too limp and satisfied to do anything but obey. She groaned in disappointment as Desmond pulled her cock from inside her, and then giggled as he rolled her over on the padded mats, until her legs and ass swung off the edge, and she clung to the other edge to stop from sliding off entirely.
Desmond snarled lustfully, and spread the cheeks of her ass with one hand. With the other, he grabbed the base of his cock and pressed it between her thighs. It sunk back inside her pussy as effortlessly as a well-oiled piston.
Susie arched her back again. God, the positioning was perfect. As Desmond started to thrust again, each inward thrust of his delicious cock pressed against her g-spot like it was a big, red button with ‘cum for me, bitch’ written on it.
And that’s exactly what Susie did.
Each thrust drew her closer. Each slap of Desmond’s muscular hips on her big, round ass made her body sing. The weight of this big, black man crushing her to the mats was exquisite. The heat of his breath on the back of her next made her pussy gush. And when Desmond grabbed a fistful of her hair? And wrenched her head back?
Fuck, did Susie cum.
“Oh, GOD,” she cried, as pleasure electrified her.
For a few moments, she was paralyzed with the delicious sensations rushing through her. Then, as she flopped onto the mats, she felt Desmond’s cock throb, and swell inside her, and felt his thrusts intensify.
“N-no,” she groaned, pushing back. “N-not inside me.”
But Desmond made no effort to pull out.
Chapter Eight
Susie struggled, and kicked, and snapped again: “Don’t cum inside me!”
And thankfully, this time, Desmond listened.
“Better make it quick, then”
He pulled out of Susie’s pussy with a slurp, and stepped back across the mats.
Susie slid off the mats, and dropped to her knees on the floor. Gasping for breath, she looked up just as Desmond stepped forward, and presented his hard, throbbing cock right in front of her face.
It was magnificent – rock hard, and glistening with Susie’s wetness. It looked like a huge, ebony baseball bat, oiled up and gleaming.
Susie’s instincts took over. Without even thinking about it, she reached up and curled her fingers around the throbbing shaft. She opened her mouth and engulfed the head, her nostrils flaring as she drank in a lungful of her own tangy, heated pussy smell.
She could taste herself on his cock, and sucked and slurped eagerly.
“Oh, fuck, I’m close,” Desmond groaned, grabbing a fistful of Susie’s hair and using it as a handle to hold her head steady. “You’re so fucking sexy.” And then he started fucking her face.
“Mmmmmph!” Tears sprang to Susie’s eyes as Desmond forced his long cock deep into her mouth. “Mmmpgh!”
But she sucked eagerly, and swirled her tongue, and used her small hands to massage Desmond’s big balls, and stroke the inches of his shaft that she couldn’t fit into her mouth.
“Fuuuck,” Desmond groaned, thrusting in and out of Susie’s mouth until she choked, and long strings of saliva drooled out of her mouth. “Oh, shit, here it comes…”
And then he sunk his cock as deeply down Susie’s throat as she could, and a hot, salty spurt filled her mouth.
“Mmmmph!” Susie’s eyes shot open wide, and she gulped down the salty mouthful. Then she struggled to gulp down the second spurt, and the third…
“Awwww, shit,” Desmond’s knees buckled, as Susie swallowed obediently. “Oh, shit…” Soon, she’d gulped down every hot spurt, and was sucking on his drained cock until Desmond had to use her hair to pull her mouth from him, groaning: “T-too much… That’s too much.”
Exhausted, with a big smile on her glistening lips, Susie slumped onto the padded mats.
She looked like a slutty mess – bare-assed, with no pants on, and cum and saliva drooling down her chin. Her hair was a tumbled mess.
She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and gulped down the last of the salty load Desmond had spurted across her tongue. Then, giggling, Susie looked up into the face of the handsome karate instructor, and asked: “So… You got your money’s worth?”
Desmond was standing there, panting. Exhausted, he tucked his drained and sticky cock back into his karategi.
“That, and more,” he admitted. He offered his hand, and helped Susie to her unsteady feet.
With the post-orgasmic shudders still making her legs wobble, Susie woozily stood up. She suddenly had a pang of anxiety. Did she really just do that? Suck and fuck her karate instructor, and eagerly swallow his delicious, salty load?
She giggled. Sure beat mopping floors!
Chapter Nine
It was nearly midnight by the time Susie got home.
She snuck through the front door, and found the house dark and quiet. Just as expected, Marcus had gone to bed a while earlier.
Susie tiptoed upstairs, peeling off her clothes as she did so. She left her socks on the stairs. Her sweater and t-shirt she threw in the corridor. She peeled off her sweat pants and panties for the second time that evening, and left them outside the bedroom door.
Then she carefully pushed open the door, and crept into the dark, silent bedroom.
Marcus was a lump beneath the covers, and she could barely hear his breathing.
Naked, Susie slipped under the covers, and snuggled next to the deliciously warm bulk of her sleeping husband. Naturally, the movement (not to mention her cold hands) woke him up, and sleepily Marcus rolled over and opened his eyes.
“H-hey,” he mumbled, opening his eyes a crack. “What time is it?”
“Just past midnight,” Susie replied. “Go back to sleep.”
Marcus yawned.
“’Kay,” he mumbled, and then leaned over to kiss his wife goodnight.
His eyes shot open the moment their lips touched.
Suddenly wide awake, Marcus leaned back and looked his wife dead in the eyes.
A smile crossed his face.
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sp; “Either you’ve been eating oysters,” he purred, “or it was more than the floors you were busy mopping tonight.”
Susie’s cheeks burned red. She knew she should have brushed her teeth before going to bed.
But Marcus didn’t seem to be mad. In fact, he leaned forward and kissed her again, passionately and deeply. His lips moved smoothly against hers, and his tongue eagerly explored her mouth.
“Oh, fuck,” Marcus grinned, as he pulled his mouth away. “I can taste him.” He chuckled. “You know, when I told you guys that a blowjob would be a more acceptable form of transaction, I was only joking.”
Susie gulped guility.
“S-so you’re not mad?”
Marcus’s eyes narrowed.
“Well, part of me is pissed off…” But then he reached over, and grabbed Susie’s slender wrist, and pulled it down – until her fingers found his rock-hard cock under the covers. “But I’m not going to lie. Tasting another man’s cum on your lips is fucking sexy.”
Susie giggled, and started stroking Marcus’s cock under the covers. He leaned forward and kissed her again.
Naked bodies writhing beneath the bedclothes, they made out passionately for a few minutes, until Marcus finally pulled his mouth away again and asked quizzically: “Maybe it’s the wine taster in me, but I’m getting something else…” He kissed her again, tasting her with his lips. “Tart and sweet.” Then his eyes narrowed. “Oh, it’s pussy, you little slut.”
Susie’s cheeks burned red again.
“Did you let him fuck you, you little whore?” Marcus’s smile widened. “Oh, that’s just naughty.” Susie felt his cock swell in her hand, practically doubling in size. “You’re not even on the pill, you little slut. Is that why you made him finish in your mouth?” He kissed her again. “Or did you just like the taste?”
And, with that, Marcus reached down to wrench apart Susie’s thighs.
His hand slipped between her legs, and Susie gasped as she felt his fingers find her pussy, and the tips of his fingers slither between her lips.
“Fuuuck,” Marcus grinned. “You’re dripping.” His fingers rubbed her clitoris, and Susie arched her back and groaned. “Was this for his benefit?” And then he pulled his fingers from between her legs, and lifted them to his mouth.
Susie watched, as Marcus sucked her wetness from his fingers.
“I was wondering if that was all you,” he grinned, “or if you’d let him cum inside you.”
“N-no,” Susie’s eyes widened at the thought. “I swallowed him.”
“Swallowed him like a good girl,” Marcus grinned.
And then he rolled on top of her, and his hips slipped between her thighs effortlessly.
His hard cock pressed against the entrance to Susie’s glistening cunt. With one thrust, he was inside her.
She groaned, and arched her back. Marcus wasn’t as big as Desmond had been, but his rock-hard cock still stretched and filled her deliciously.
“Maybe I’m a little disappointed,” he groaned, as he sunk right to the hilt inside her. “Maybe I’d have liked him to have blown his load in my little slut wife.”
Susie groaned, staring deep into Marcus’s eyes as he murmured his dirty fantasies to her.
“B-but I’m not on the pill,” she groaned. Marcus began to thrust, and Susie shuddered in pleasure, clawing at the bed covers.
“Maybe that would have made it even hotter,” he grinned, and kissed her. “My little slut wife, letting some big, black stud knock her up.” He was thrusting faster and faster, and Susie knew he’d only be able to last seconds inside her. “Maybe next time you should come home with a hot little creampie inside of you.”
“Unnnnngh,” Susie groaned, practically cumming at the thought of it.
“Oh, fuuuck,” Marcus groaned. “Oh, you’re such a bad little girl,” his cock throbbed. “I love you, my little slut.” And then he came.
Arching his back, Marcus thrust as deeply inside his moaning wife as he could, and his cock throbbed, and swelled, and spurted deep inside of her.
The moment Susie felt herself flooded, she came too. For the third time that night, an explosion of pleasure shuddered through her body, and she scratched Marcus’s back with her nails as she squirmed on the bed.
A moment later, spent, they both flopped onto the mattress; Marcus’s weight crushing his panting wife.
Susie lay there, with Marcus still buried inside her, and shivered deliciously.
For a few moments, they lay in each other’s arms, linked at the groin and lovingly hugging each other. Then, with a giggle, Susie pushed Marcus off her.
“Roll over and let me sleep,” she laughed. “I have to be up early tomorrow to clean the karate center.”
Marcus narrowed his eyes.
“Wait,” he hissed. “I thought you cumming back tasting of another man’s cum meant you’d found a different way to pay for those ‘free’ classes you’ve been going on about.”
Susie hiccupped, and tasted Desmond’s cum in her mouth. She giggled again.
“I certainly have,” she admitted. “But Desmond’s still short of somebody to help out at the school.” She shrugged, and rolled over – turning her back to Marcus. “You said it yourself – maybe I just wanted to do it to get out of the house.” And her pussy throbbed eagerly as she added: “And who knows what mischief I might get up to while I’m there.”
Marcus considered the possibilities, and smiled wickedly.
“Well,” he pulled the covers up around her shoulders. “We should make sure you get a good night’s rest then.”
And then he cuddled up to her, cock already growing hard again at the thought of what his deliciously slutty wife might be getting up to.
Fully Facial
Chapter One
“What if it’s skin cancer?”
This had been perhaps the twelfth time Susie had tried to convince her husband that the rash on her nose was skin cancer; and by now his sympathy had turned to annoyance.
“You went to the dermatologist last week,” Marcus growled to her from the kitchen, as she stood obsessively in front of the bathroom mirror. “It’s just dermatitis – and the only thing you need to do to is stop bloody obsessing over it!”
But Susie wasn’t the not-obsessive type.
An olive-skinned, Italian beauty, Susie was horrified to see a rash on her nose, and had spent hours staring into the mirror ever since it had appeared. She normally had fantastic skin, and while most people wouldn’t notice the inflamed patch on the bridge of her nose, to her it might as well have been glowing brighter than Rudolf’s reindeer schnozz.
Staring into the mirror in the bathroom, Susie sighed.
What if it was skin cancer? Or maybe it was necrotizing fasciitis – that flesh-eating bacteria she kept reading about in the paper. Dammit, she knew staying up late to watch Cabin Fever 3 last night had been a bad idea.
“W-what am I going to do, Marcus?” she wailed.
Just then, Marcus’s shadow fell across hers.
She turned and saw her handsome husband framed in the doorway, looking sleek and professional in his business suit.
“You need something else to think about,” Marcus growled. He looked his wife up and down. She’d just got out of bed. She was still wearing her cute little Ducky pajamas, and had her hair in a ponytail, but she still looked sexy and gorgeous to him.
“Oh,” Susie scoffed, “and what do you suggest? You know I’m going to be home alone all day, waiting for that package from FedEx.” She turned at glanced at the mirror again. Then she reached up and scratched her nose.
Marcus swatted her hand away angrily.
“Stop that!” He snapped. “If your nose wasn’t bad before, it will be if you keep scratching it.” He glanced at his watch. “Dammit, I’m going to be late for my meeting if I don’t leave soon…” But then he looked up at his beautiful wife and sighed: “But what am I going to do about you?”
“I’ll be fine,” Susie sighed. Then
she turned and looked at her nose again. Her fingers stretched up to scratch it.
“Stop!” Marcus grabbed her wrist. “Honestly, what am I going to have to do with you?” He yanked Susie around, until she was standing in front of him in her pajamas, and hissed: “Am I going to have to duct tape oven mitts to your hands, like they do to kids with chicken pox?”
Susie’s eyes went wide.
“B-but then I won’t be able to sign for my package when it arrives!”
A sneer fell across Marcus’s handsome face.
He quickly glanced at his watch.
“Well, I have another solution,” he purred. “You’re not going to like it, and it’ll probably make me late, but if you’re not able to stop scratching your nose yourself, I’ll have to find a way to make sure you don’t.”
And with that, Marcus laid his big hands on Susie’s slender shoulders, and pushed her down onto her knees.
“Just what the hell do you think you’re doing?” Susie growled, as she found herself face-level with Marcus’s crotch. The material of his Brooks Brother’s suit pants was bulging.
“Killing two birds with one stone,” Marcus snarled, unbuckling his belt and pulling down his zipper. “This is a really important meeting I have to go to, and I need a little tension relief beforehand anyway.” And then he pulled out his thick, throbbing, half-hard cock. “And I’ve got a way to make sure you behave while I’m gone.”
Susie’s eyes widened, as Marcus’s beautiful, pale cock swung out in front of her face.
“Come on, sweetheart,” Marcus reached down and grabbed Susie’s ponytail – using it like a handle, to maneuver her head. “Open that pretty little mouth of yours.”
Susie snarled indignantly – but the sight of Marcus’s big, thick cock made her mouth water and her pussy throb. Feigning outrage, she opened mouth and swallowed the swollen head of Marcus’s big dick.
“Oh, fuuuuck,” her husband flopped back against the doorframe, as he felt the delicious sensation of Susie’s warm, wet, sucking mouth engulf the head of his cock. “W-why don’t I make you send me off to work like this every morning?”
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