Older Women Deserve a Bleaching Too

This story contains themes of reluctance, heavy raceplay, and cheating.

If those aren't for you this story probably isn't either.

Quick little note: I did rush the ending, I have another project I want to work on and wanted this one wrapped up first. If there's interest in it I will revisit this story and it's ending then make it part of a bigger series I have in mind.

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Sue sat on a stool in the corner of the hotel bar, romance novel open, her second glass of wine in front of her. It wasn't her usual Thursday night local, that being her couch back home with her husband if he wasn't on one of his business trips, but with the renovations going there on she had to rent a room until Friday. Not that she was complaining about the alone time.

Taking a sip of her wine Sue suddenly felt a commanding presence walk up the bar next to her and lean against it. Resisting the urge to look she kept her brown eyes on the words of her book, she couldn't focus on it though, feeling the man's gaze wander her body slowly, undressing and objectifying her. Something about it made her heart beat a little faster, a little glimmer of pride rising up inside of her.

At forty she didn't always feel this good about herself, though she knew she should. Despite having an eighteen year old daughter she had always kept herself in shape, legs toned, stomach flat, firm ass. Not that she thought looks were important, she just enjoyed looking good. Her b cup tits had managed to stay perky through the years, and even without makeup people complimented her on her soft Asian features.

"Jack and coke." The man next to her ordered, his voice deep and commanding like how she imaged the protagonist in her romance novel sounded, as he sat down. Suddenly she felt his powerful hand on her leg, pushing the hem of her yellow sundress up a bit as it moved higher than she should of let it.

"So what brings you into town?" The man asked, clearly talking to her. Turning to him to tell him that she was married she gasped as she finally saw him, turning away to try and hide her blush.

The man sitting next to her was young, white, handsome, his muscular body filling out his grey shirt perfectly. His young face was irresistibly handsome, powerful brown eyes seeming to look straight though her dress and examine her body as he ran his hand through short brown hair.

"I...um...I live here..." she managed to say softly, brushing some of her long black hair behind her ear nervously as she spoke "my house is just being renovated."

Her mind was screaming at her to push his hand away, pay her tab and leave, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. Something deep inside of her had succumb to the warmth she was already starting to feel between her legs.

"My husband...he's away...on a trip..." she continued, kicking herself for admitting that, her mind losing the fight to keep her dignity to her submissive urges "I'm all...all alone here."

She left like she was advertising herself, unable to explain why she was doing it. She loved her husband, they had a perfect marriage, the passion still very much alive. This man just seemed...better though. She couldn't explain it, it was almost like an instinct, she just knew he was.

"I'm James." He man said, chuckling at her nervousness. "Nice to meet you Mrs.?"

"Sue, call me Sue. It's nice to meet you..." it just didn't seem right to call him by his name, somehow it felt disrespectful "...Sir." She responded, finally turning to look at him again, her face warm with embarrassment as she imagined just how subservient she must look to him. The exact opposite of what she strived to be to set an example for her daughter.

"Okay Sue," James said with a wicked grin, his hand sliding up her leg a bit further prompting a soft moan from her lips, "aren't you going to ask my why I'm here instead of across town or something?"

His voice was an intoxicating blend of teasing and demanding, his words filling her mind and pushing away any other thoughts. It was irresistible, she felt a primal urge to do as it said.

"Why...why are you here?" She asked nervously. He had a point, the good college bars were across town, surely he'd rather be there where there was a party.

"Because Sue," he said, his tone lowering to an aggressive and lustful growl, leaning in so she could hear him, "I'm looking for married women all alone like you to prey on."

His words shocked her to her core, her mind once again screaming for her to do whatever to takes to get herself out of there, away from this man. Turning back to her drink she raised it with a trembling hand and finished it.

"I'm going back to my room..." she said softly as she stood, walking away from the bar and this man, unable to stop the extra swing she put into each step unconsciously, acutely aware of how the heels she choose for the evening emphasized her legs and popped her ass a bit.

Making it to the elevator she pressed the button to call it, watching the numbers above the door slowly descend. Her mind was awash with conflicting emotions, relief he hadn't followed her, disappointment for the same reason, arousal like she had never felt before. Once the doors were open she stepped inside, pressing the button for her floor and leaning back against the wall, breathing deeply to collect and calm herself.

She was deep in thought until suddenly she felt that powerful hand around her neck, looking up into his powerful brown eyes as he pushed her back against the wall and lifted her up so she was standing on her toes.

Reaching up under her dress Jame's grabbed her panties, feeling their dampness as he tore them off and shoved them into her mouth. Two powerful fingers invaded her cunt, exploring it, finding sweet spots her husband never had.

"I'm going to bleach this tight yellow hole gook." he growled aggressively, his words and actions causing her knees to give out, the only thing holding him up being his hands.

"Pwease...huthband..." she managed to gasp out around her panties making no real attempt to stop him.

"I know your husband's pathetic rice dick isn't enough, you don't have to tell me gook." He responded with a wicked grin, intentionally misunderstanding what she was trying to say. "Don't worry, I have a big white cock for you to enjoy."

The assault on her mind and body was becoming too much to resist as she felt an orgasm bubbling up from deep inside of her, before the waves of pleasure could break over her mind though the elevator slowed and James let go of her, his fingers leaving her soaked hole.

Before she could crumble to the ground James's powerful arm was around her waist, holding her up as the doors opened, letting her lead the way to her room. With shaking hands she unlocked it and stepped inside hearing him close the door behind her.

Suddenly she felt his powerful hand get a painfully tight grip on the hair on the back of her head, making her look up at the ceiling as she once again found herself standing on her toes. The pain drew a surprised shriek out of her, her ruined panties tumbling out of her mouth to the floor.

"Get your dress off." He ordered harshly, practically snarling in her ear. Without hesitation she slipped the straps, letting it fall to her feet in a pile, revealing the fact that she hadn't been wearing anything underneath besides her panties.

Suddenly she was forced to her knees and made to look down at her dress, a shocked and muffled squeal escaping her lips as she did.

"Stay gook." James ordered in a demeaning tone, treating her like an animal. She obeyed though, not moving a muscle, barely even breathing.

She felt like she had been kneeling for hours, her anticipation building steadily when she suddenly heard his voice. Dominate and controlling, demanding nothing but obedience.

"Keep your face down and crawl to my voice gook." He ordered firmly and she obeyed, looking at the floor as she crawled until she could see his feet on either side of her, putting her hands on her thighs and kneeling without looking up.

Suddenly she felt a powerful hand grabbing her hair painfully, making her look up. Her eyes widened as she saw the monstrous white cock before her, longer and thicker than any she'd ever imagined. A shocked gasp escaped her lips as its owner pulled her panties from inside her mouth, quickly invading her throat with his long white pole.

"Gluuuurrrrrkkkkkkk" she gagged as her throat was stretched by the shaft sliding down it, before the man ruining her marriage began to bob her head up and down rapidly. "Gluck gluck gluck gluck gluck" was the only sound she could make as tears began to stream down her cheeks, her hands slapping Jack's thighs to beg for air. He didn't stop though, slamming her face down into his crotch again and again without slowing.

Eventually, when she could feel her consciousness slipping away and see the darkness closing in on her Sue felt her head being yanked back off the white cock by her hair. Instinctively she wrapped her hands around the shaft, stroking it slowly like she knew was expected of her.

"Please...please take me..." she gasped without thinking, shame swirling in her eyes as she looked up at this young white god tearfully "...I need it so badly Sir...my...my husband isn't enough anymore." She hated herself for admitting it, for being so weak and throwing away her vows to the man she loved but she just couldn't help it, she had lost control. "Please...please bleach my yellow pussy..."

He didn't say anything but the white god suddenly yanked her to her feet by her hair, ignoring her screech as he tossed her on her back onto her bed. Sue automatically spread her legs, presenting herself for the white cock that was about to claim her. Jack grabbed her wrists with a powerful hand and pinned them to the mattress over her head as he slipped the fat tip of his cock inside of her. Wrapping the other hand tightly around her neck he suddenly drove it all the way in, his tip slamming against her cervix as her mind exploded with pain and pleasure.

It was too much for her to handle, Jack's cock slamming into her again and again, stretching her seemingly to her limit with every stroke. She couldn't form words to beg him to slow down, not grunts and moans as he used her. Those noises quickly turned into a shriek as a powerful orgasm ripped through her body, turning her mind to mush as she went limp in Jack's grasp.

Though she was still conscious Sue mind seemingly shut off, blanking completely until have felt the cock slip out of her, her cunt immediately feeling empty and craving more. She could feel Jack climb into her bed when suddenly she heard him, his voice as demanding as before even if he was breathing a bit heavier.

"Come bounce on my cock gook, I shouldn't be the one doing the work for my pleasure." He ordered firmly. Without hesitation she obeyed, clambering over his cock as quickly as she could despite her limbs feeling like jello.

Once she was over his slick cock she practically collapsed onto it, her hands landing on his powerful chest as she slowly slid up and down it. That pace didn't last long though, she knew what he wanted, and soon she was picking up the pace until she was bouncing on it like a slutty college freshman.

"AH AH AH AH AHHHHHHHH" She screamed as her overly sensitive cunt because to convulse again, cumming for the second time on his cock, a new personal record. The pleasure was so overwhelming she collapsed against his chest as Jack took over, thrusting inside of her as her eyes rolled back and her tongue hung out, weak moans escaping her lips.

Eventually she felt herself being rolled off of the man who'd so easily conquered her before suddenly being pulled off the bed, too weak to resist as he forced her to her knees. She didn't even flinch as rope after rope of his cum began to shoot across her face and in her hair, his thick seed dripping down her chest and stomach.

Once he was done Jack let her go, Sue collapsing onto the ground like a cum rag, feeling like one too. Her mind struggled to process the emotions and pleasure wrecking havoc on her it as Jack got redressed.

"I'll see you around Mrs. Chen." He said as he left, her mind too shattered to realize she'd never told him her last name. The fact that he clearly knew and probably targeted her lost in the mush that was her brain.