Wife and mother becomes a black bull’s whore

“I own this fucking ass. You hear me, slut? Whose ass is this?”

“Yours”

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Pulling himself back and then shoving his cock into her again and holding it in deep, Darrel asked again, “Whose body is this you fucking slut?”

It was a subtle difference, but she caught it. Kelley whimpered as his cock pushed her over the edge to another trembling orgasm. She could barely form the words, “It’s your ass. It’s your body.”

“And I can fuck this body any time I want it.”

“Oh my god, Yes! Please!”

“What are you?”

“I’m a slut.”

“That’s right. What else are you?”

“A whore. I’m a whore.”

“And whose whore are you?”

“Yours. I’m your whore.”

Darrell looked right into the camera and laughed. “And tonight is just the beginning.”

The video ended.

Kelley dropped the phone on the passenger seat beside her. Hornier than she had ever been in her life, she spread her legs on the seat. Pulling her dress up, she pushed two, then three, and then all four fingers into her slippery slit and moaned through a shuddering orgasm. For what must have been the thousandth time that night, her pussy spasmed and gushed cum. The warm fluid flowed from the depths of her cunt, through her fingers, and puddled in the seat between her thighs before slowly draining away as it ran under the crack of her ass and soaked into the seat and the back of her dress.

At the time, Kelley had no idea of the implications of what had happened to her tonight. She never imagined she might cheat on Tom. Yet she had done so in spectacular fashion. And while she couldn’t explain what had come over her, most troubling was how she had responded to the way Darrell treated her and the things he said. It was as though she had become a completely different woman. She is a happily married woman. She has two children. One is a newborn for Christ’s sake. She told herself she really fucked up. This could only be a one time thing. Darrell must have known that, so why would he say those things? Kelley’s fingers continued to move in and out of her soaked, throbbing cunt as these conflicting thoughts ran through her mind. Soft wet sounds filled the interior of her car as her fingers worked inside her tender vagina. She should never have even been with Darrell. What made her say the things she said about herself? And why did she say those terrible things about her husband? Trying to find her resolve and get control of this storm of emotions, she made a decision. There could be no doubt. Seeing Darrell again was absolutely out of the question. She had her family to think of.

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Kelley pulled her cum covered fingers from her pussy. Threads of warm, sticky fluid stretched between her pussy and fingers as her hand moved away. Her hand trembled as she reached across to pick the phone up again.

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