Interracial - Big Black Cocks turn wife into whore at club
[White wife seduced by co-workers and turned into a Molly whore]
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Author's notes: Warning! This is an interracial story, where the husband is cuckolded by his black co-workers. There is incest between a mature brother and his mature sister. If you need to give a lecture about faithfulness or STDs, give it to your own wife. This hopefully will be hot enough for the people who like these themes, as it does have a lot of sex in it. For those who don't like these themes please move along. Constructive comments are appreciated, hate speech will be deleted.]
[Unless you like young hung black men turning hard working husband's wives into drugged out cock addicted whores you might want to read something else on Literotica.]
Robert works for the city. He works hard for the city. He works hard for the money they pay him, and he is always on call. One of the slightly balding, slightly pudgy people with more authority than he ever uses, he tries to keep the aging infrastructure of his medium sized city from falling apart. He fails almost every day, in some way or another, but is heroic in that he tries, and gets everyone else to try too. Some days he does not know why he still even tries. Then he sees her.
Clara's dark hair frames her face in ringlets that are one nicely done hairstyle away from showing how pretty she is, just like her conservative wardrobe doesn't show off her body. She could easily be an eight with the right stylist, but is routinely estimated as a six by most of Robert's co-workers, because she is a little on the thick side. Her one concession to Robert's incessant prattling on about how hot she could really be if she only tried, stares back at her in the mirror. A leather, front zipper dress cut so low even fully zipped up it barely covers her nipples. Her full caboose basically pops out the rear, half her ass cheeks on display even when she isn't moving. Yet playing with the zipper, she discovers she can pull the zipper to the bottom of her D cups, and the nipples still don't pop out when she does the milk shake, yet showing off her cavernous cleavage.
Besides, the idea is to get the men hot for her without giving away the whole candy store, and this little secret means she can dance freely without worry of being too naughty. Her girlfriend Delilah puts on her makeup for her, a smoky hot cat's eye that when framed by the blood red glossy lipstick makes her look like a streetwalker. But Delilah says she is a walking wet dream for black men, especially with her four inch fuck me pumps. Clara decides she can always wipe off the 'red dick sucking whore-slut' lipstick for something less 'out there' later.
"Good Gawd, there is no possible way I'm going to let you out of the house looking like that! You have to stay here to be ravished by me alone!" Robert chortles with joy seeing his wife in a way he never thought he could.
"Oh Bobby, you're an idiot! You know how hot it makes you to see other men's hands all over her! Imagine Marco, Bones, and Chris dancing with her tonight. She will be so wet you won't need any of that lube from the nightstand. Don't tell me you don't crave that, the pup tent in your pants gives you away. I half think you'd rather Clara went home with the three of them than come home with you." Delilah chuckles.
Robert grabs his phone and turns away, as he spurts into his underwear. "It's the office. I'll take it in the den." The few last spurts of his climax stain his pants, as he makes it to the den, talking gibberish along the way. Downside, he had to get a change of pants from the garage. Upside, he now had a very hot fantasy to stroke off to later, some other day, or even later tonight. Because as hot as Clara looks tonight, he has plans involving her all turned on from dancing with three young studs who put their hands all over her then letting that passion loose in their marital bed.
Delilah probes Clara about Robert, "Why doesn't he dance? He can't possibly be THAT bad."
"Ever since college when he sprained his ankle and I had to dance with all the jocks it has been our way. He isn't a bad dancer, he just prefers me to enjoy other men, get all turned on, dripping wet, then return to feast on him until there is nothing but bones left, no meat at all." Clara chuckles.
"So you are getting some tonight." Delilah chuckles.
"Not even an act of God could stop me from getting some tonight!" Clara laughs.
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Marco is the oldest, the tallest, and the leanest. Built like many other black basketball players, despite his innate intelligence, he had trouble in school. That trouble usually involved poon, because Marco was a poon hound's poon hound. It was said even by his closest friends if you left your wife or girlfriend around Marco overnight, she'd be in his bed before morning. Basketball taught him the full court press, and he adapted the principles adroitly to removing panties and filling the voids thus revealed. A receding hairline with closely cropped hair, glasses, and a goatee softened the hard lines of his face, making him manly but approachable. He lives by a code, to do no wrong to his posse, but he didn't see women as anyone's property but his own.
This even applied to his own sister Molly, built thick. Her DD jugs have dark black coffee cup size nipple disks, her curly hair a tangle that almost reaches them. Her dark thatch of pussy fur is closely trimmed, but still thick. She is soft like an overstuffed chair on the outside, street hardened now from years in the Ho game. Marco applied his code to her when she made it to college, and after she lost her virginity, he moved in on her like the whole team on a fast break. She became his Unicorn, converter of the women who didn't see things his way into women who saw things their way. Marco's way is to turn women into ATM's dispensing money into his accounts, and Molly is his credit card to reach them. New deposits daily.
Bones is the hard core gang banger just out of prison and still on probation for dealing drugs, with the bulked up physique from daily prison weightlifting to prove it. A cross and a Jewish tablet around his neck on gold chains remind him that by whatever name you call God, she does not answer. Only a few inches shorter than Marco, they are often mistaken for brothers, although Bones beard and goatee is much heavier and darker, just like his coal black skin.
Bones calls himself "a nigger's nigger", since he sees himself the as the distilled black essence. Bones given name is Jacob, but no one ever calls him that, since the last ten years of his life has been completely dominated by his relationship to the gang he serves. He funnels the drugs they use to convert their whores into property of the posse, and funnels the end product - new whores - back onto the street. The best become escorts doing outcalls, the worst (or the burnouts) turning tricks in alleys as streetwalkers. His cock is almost as long as Marco's, but much thicker. He calls it 'the God stick', since many a woman on Molly has claimed to see God while riding it.
Bones body is covered with prison tattoos, all black ink on black skin, so most people don't even know he has them. For all his hard core gangster persona means to him, he only shows it when he needs to, he gets far more out of the world by living 'the cover story', that he is a nice guy who made a mistake and is trying to straighten up his life. The Equal Opportunity Program run by the city is how he met Robert and Marco, they are both technically his bosses in the Department of Public Works (DPW), where they do administrative work.
