Cheating Wife Craves BBC

Mia sucked on his thick lips as his hands explored her body, as they caressed her breast, as they gripped her ass tight and lifted her off the bed and into his arms. She exhaled deeply, her head thrown back as he began to suck on her neck, as his tongue ran up it, causing a shiver to run down her spine in anticipation.

She loved this. She absolutely adored being used like the slut she was, used like she never had been before, like her husband never could. Her fucking husband…

“Fuck him,” she thought as James pulled down her bra with one hand and started sucking on her tits, flicking her nipples with his tongue and fingers as his hand holding her up effortlessly moved to her pussy, his fingers beginning to explore her lips, to spread them, pushing inside gently, knowing it was still sore from the abuse he’d given it. “Fuck him,” she repeated internally, vowing to never go back, vowing in that moment that her future would be dedicated to BBC, to pleasing it, to letting it fill her up with cum every morning, to letting herself become impregnated by that strong, black sperm. She vowed in that moment that she would make Jack regret wasting so much of her life which should have been spent taking big black cock. She would humiliate him. She would make him raise James’ baby while she was out sucking BBC.

“Oh, shit,” she muttered as James bit down ever so gently on her nipple, drawing from it the greatest pleasure she’d ever felt. Her pussy gushed as his fingers explored it, as his mouth worked her tits, as his free hand moved back to her mouth and once again she began to suck on his thumb, her eyes shut as she worked it, desperate to please even it, desperate to make him want her again, to make him pump her full of his big black cock just once more before she had to go back home to her pathetic, small-dicked, white husband.

“Please,” she whispered as he began to suck on her neck again. A low moan escaped her lips, breaking up the words she intended to speak. She forced the moan down. She bit deeply into her lower lip, silencing her satisfaction as James kissed her neck, her cheeks, her lips, his tongue slipping into her mouth as he did, her lips wrapping around it, sucking it for him as he pulled back and looked into her eyes. “Please,” she repeated, forcing herself to focus this time as his fingers slowly fucked her stretched pussy, it dripping in satisfaction as he did, aching for him to be back inside her, to fill her once more with that big black cock, “Please fuck me again,” she begged, looking into his eyes as she did, hers full of lust, of desire for him to be inside her; his meeting hers for only a moment, then darting to the corner of the room, to the bathroom door which was cracked open.

“Sorry, girl,” James said, seeming to have suddenly lost interest in his plaything, in his white slut. “I ah…I gotta go. Call you some time though.”

He set her gently down on the bed as she stared in utter confusion at him. She was sure she had misheard him; sure it must not be possible to so utterly fuck this situation up that quickly.

She started to protest, to object to his sudden disinterest, but as she did, as her lips parted with the words, with her lustful anger, James took a step back to give her room and as he did, she saw his cock was still hard, pushing desperately against his sweat pants, begging to get out, to be pleased by that white slut.

This made Mia smile. This reassured her that she wasn’t the issue, that still, despite his words, he craved her just as much as she did him. She knew he still wanted her, that perhaps this was part of the game, to tease her, to keep her senseless in her lustful craze. She had to admit, even if it was only to herself, that it was working…but she knew it could work both ways. She knew she could play this in her favor.

Mia stood without another word. She was wearing only her panties, her bra, and a wide smile. She dressed in silence as James watched on, as his eyes followed her every moment, as his massive cock fought against the fabric holding it back as she bent over to pick up her dress, her ass cheeks spreading, her panties digging into her booty, just barely covering her pussy as she stood back upright, a slight glance over her shoulder to make sure he was still watching. He was.

When she was done, dressed in the same slutty clothes she had worn to this dirty motel, the same slutty clothes she had worn to impress her blackmailer, to guarantee that she got the big black cock she so longed for, she headed for the door, opening it and making it halfway through before stopping in her tracks as James awkwardly called after her, “I’ll call you soon.”

She looked back over her shoulder at him as he did, a seductive, knowing smile on her lips. “Why?” she asked, her voice tempting, authoritative with the knowledge that her little pussy had please that black cock, “You still wanna blackmail me?”

He couldn’t help but smile himself as he stood with his hands in his pocket, his shirtless, muscular torso gleaming in the dim room light, covered in the sweat of their sin. He moved to her, towering over her as he reached her, as he smiled down at her, as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close.

James stared down at her, the look in his eyes both incredible and terrifying. It was the look of a man who knew exactly what he wanted, who knew what he needed to survive, but wasn’t sure of how to get it. It was the look of a man who was missing the most critical part of himself and had just caught a glance of it only barely out of arms reach. It was the look of a man who wanted a woman but knew he couldn’t have her. They both knew it. Deep down and without a need to verbalize it, they both knew she would go home to her husband, that no matter how much either of them wished they could, they could never have each other, not truly.

“I know,” Mia said simply as she reached a hand up and gently caressed his cheek. A tear ran down her own, knowing that this moment, this time they shared, even if it was brought about only by lust, was the happiest she’d ever been. “I feel it too.”

She left the motel then. She headed home to her big empty house and waited for Jack, for the kids to get back. Her life was empty. The only joy she’d felt in the past five years having been spent in a run-down motel with a man who had tried to blackmail her. God how she wished he had kidnapped her.

Mia Shoomer fixed herself a drink, mixing it even stronger than she usually did at a little past noon, and plopped down with a sigh in the living room recliner. The TV was on in the background, but she didn’t hear it. Her mind was far away, growing further still with every sip she took as she remembered how alive she had felt, as she remembered how satisfied she had been, to have finally taken her first big black cock.

One of her hands began to drift down her body, reaching her thighs and pulling up the end of her dress. She knew she had plenty of time. She knew, as she began to rub her little clit, as she began to massage her pussy, feeling her soaking wet panties against the back of her fingers, wet with both her own juices and James’ cum, that same cum which was still inside her, useless with the pill she took every morning, that she would go back to him. That she would take his big black cock every day she could. That she would dedicate her every waking moment to pleasing BBC, no matter what she had to do to get it.

It was then, as she masturbated in the living room of their multi-million dollar home, the home Jack worked sixty hours a week to pay for, that the front door creaked open and Jack stepped through, watching in stunned amazement as his wife masturbated in front of the living room’s many open windows in broad daylight. It was then, as she came to the thought of that big black cock, to the knowledge that she would have it inside her again, that his tiny cock grew hard in his pants.

Jack closed the door behind him, Mia still not sensing his presence, and crossed the room to her, ready to please his wife as she came to the thought of being with another man. A big, black, muscular man. A real man. The type of man he could never be.

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