Here is a continuation of the story asked for by BobRam. He's one of your fellow depraved perverts. I love working with people like him. So open to his own ideas and fantasies. These stories sometimes seem to write themselves.
This one involves a mean drug dealer who likes rough sex, interracial sex, cuckoldry and a cheerleaders uniform. If you have fantasies you want to play out, feel free to reach out and we can talk about it. I always enjoy talking with you and your fantasies. Enjoy the read.
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Erica was still asleep the next morning as Jim got up and padded around their house for one of the last times. He had to maneuver around the boxes that were already packed and also the ones that were empty. He made coffee and the rich aroma filled the house with the smell of the coffee. He loved that smell and couldn't remember a time that it didn't fill him with joy. As he was getting his first cup, he heard the tone of Erica's phone as it received a message. He walked over from the coffee machine and picked it up from the charger.
He noticed that it was from a number that wasn't programmed into her phone yet. When he opened her phone, he read the message and all it said was, 'When are you and the husband moving in today?'
Intrigued, he responded to the text and said, 'Who is this and why are you texting my wife's phone?'
To which the response followed shortly after. 'This is Rocky from the apartments. When I saw her last night, we exchanged numbers like good neighbors are supposed to share, and told her when y'all start moving in, that me and Jerry would help.'
Jim thought that was really kind of him and made sense. He thanked Rocky and apologized for his confusion before inputting Rocky's name into her phone for safe keeping. He then made a second cup of coffee and took it to the room. As he approached Erica's side of the bed, he put the coffee down and pulled the covers back. The first thing he noticed was that her shirt had bunched up and her left breast was fully exposed, and her right nipple was on the verge of making an appearance. He thought she looked so sexy when she wasn't aware that she was on display that he slowly uncovered her other nipple then just stood there enjoying the view.
Jim lightly shook Erica's shoulder once he had time to enjoy her quiet exposure and as she woke up, she realized her breasts were out and looked at him incredulously. "Pervert." she said with a playful laugh. After she fixed her shirt she sat up on the bed and Jim gave her the cup of coffee he made and also handed her the phone.
"Rocky texted." he said casually.
Erica's mind raced as she remembered the texts from last night. The picture and the crudeness of them. She was so tired she didn't remember if she deleted everything. She needed to play it cool until she knew what he knew for sure. She needed to know if Jim was aware of how big of a whore she had become in the span of a night. "Oh Yeah? What did he want?" She asked innocently.
"Wanted to know when we were going to start moving in." He replied.
"Right away! Just let me get dressed and eat something and we can start." she said as she put the coffee cup down. She picked up her phone and after unlocking it, she brought up the messages and to her relief the previous night's messages were indeed gone and all that was there was the messages from this morning that Jim just told her about. 'Hey Rocky, this is Erica and we are going to be heading your way in a few hours. Thank you for the help last night and a preemptory thank you for today.' She texted Rocky.
As she was getting dressed and Jim was making some breakfast for them, she got a text from Rocky again. 'Let's see that body I'll be wearing as a cock sleeve today.' It said as she was standing naked in the bathroom. She held up the phone and took a picture of her reflection and sent it along with a smiling emoji. 'Remember, no panties. When you get here you can come upstairs to get the boxes and I will check to see if you listened and to check your outfit out. Now get my whore over here.' He texted her.
She reached down and felt her pussy and pulled her hands back up and was amazed at how wet she already was. She then turned her back to the mirror and rested her ass on the counter then opened her legs as far as they would comfortably go then put her hand back between her legs and started masturbating in earnest. She opened her eyes and saw that she had forgotten to close the door and reached out with her foot and closed it.
As she rubbed her clit, she used her phone to search for pictures of big black cocks and pictures flooded her phones screen. She was amazed at how great they all looked. Her mouth was watering, and her nipples were so hard that they ached. She reached up and as she was putting pressure on her clit, she pinched her nipple and almost passed out from the orgasm she had just imagining being used again.
Once she was able to recover, she finished in the bathroom and pulled her hair into pigtails before walking into the bedroom. She found a white ribbed tank top and put it on then pulled out a pair of denim overalls and climbed into them. Once she has them buttoned over her shoulders, she looked in the full-length mirror in their room and thought she could pass for a proper Christian woman still. Her slutty side was still hidden under her shirt and in her pants, neither region had underwear covering them.
When she was satisfied, she walked out of the room in time to see Jim walking boxes out the door. She followed him and they carried box after box and loaded it into the truck until there were no more boxes then they worked on moving the furniture and finally gave the house one more inspection before locking the door and getting in the truck.
Jim reached over and held Erica's hand. It was the same hand she used to play with her wet pussy while thinking about black cock. He pulled her hand to his lips and kissed it lightly. "Time for a new adventure. Are you ready?" He asked and then a strange look passed his face and kissed her hand again and as he did, she saw him smell her hand.
"What's wrong?" She asked as she pulled her hand to her own face. "You don't like the smell of my lotion? I thought you would enjoy it." She said, hoping he would believe her.
"No, it smells nice. Kinda familiar but I just can't place it. Is it new?" He asked.
"Kinda, I don't think you've smelled it in years, but it's been around. I'm hoping to keep using it a lot from now on though." She enjoyed using the double entendres with Jim even though he didn't know it was happening. "Let's go home." She said and they drove away from the house they had known to the apartment that they would soon either love or hate.
The trip seemed quicker than the night before and as they approached Erica texted Rocky that they were almost there. Then as then approached their apartment Jerry and Rocky were waiting for them in the parking lot.
They parked in front of the building and Rocky and Jerry both moved to the back of the truck and opened it up and right away started to unload the furniture with ease.
For Jim, he was ecstatic to have these extra hands to help make this happen quickly. As the furniture was quickly getting moved off the truck and filling the new apartment, they could see the boxes start appearing. "Oh yeah, you still have those boxes in my apartment from last night. Let's go get those." Rocky told her.
