Taken, and loving it, 'eventually!'
Here I was on my knees on my own bed with a black cock all the way in my open mouth, I was actually on my knees between his open legs, he was leaning in a sat up position against my headboard, my husbands and my headboard.
He had his hand tight in my hair, my long blond hair, partly in a pony tail because some of my hair hanging from the sides was swaying around his big cock and balls as I was being pumped up and down on it.
It was big, it was hard, it was veiny, the head was smooth, spongy, velvety, and the big ridge when he pushed my head down over it made my lips almost slap shut
As a woman I couldn't help but feel a little proud and pleased with myself, because without me being forced to suck and slurp it, he wouldn't have the hard on that he had right now! Perverse? Yes, but altogether a real reality.
Even though I was being forced to do it, and knowing it would soon be battering my pussy, he lifted my mouth off him, and pushed it down onto his swollen balls, I knew what was wanted from me, and as I said, being in the position I was in, I wasn't going to refuse, he had told me if I did, I would get more than a another little slap!
I had already been spanked hard on both cheeks of my arse to let me know who was in charge and nothing was up for discussion or negotiation!
I bent my head and sucked, licked and slurped at his testicles, I sucked one into my hot mouth and twiddled at it with my tongue.
I must confess I was getting a little turned on too, because I knew if I did as told I would be okay and not get slapped by him again, it also gave me a little power over him too, womanly power, the power a woman has who turns a man on, and make him want her to satisfy him.
My hands were flat on the bed either side of his hips, what sent me into orbit was his sudden gentle nipping of my nipples hanging straight down from my body, it took me by complete surprise, and I couldn't help but moan over the soft nut in my mouth!
How did I get here? Let me explain, and also a little about me, and my husband who would now be sat at his desk probably, while his previously innocent and very faithful wife was being ravished.
He had called a neighbours house to ask if their son Mark, could do some work in the garden, and garage, and that my husband would pay him for, they lived about 5 doors down from us.
They are Headingly and Mabel Winsome, their 20 year old son, as I've said is Mark, they are a black family from Africa somewhere, Somalia I believe, and very very nice, as is/was their son.
He came around the next morning early to see Mike, my husband, before he went to work so he could show him what he wanted, there was no rush so it was agreed that Mark would call as and when he felt like it.
I also noticed him ogling me when Mike wasn't looking, I enjoyed it, knowing I was exciting him; It was still very early morning, about 7:00 am, and I was wearing a short silky dressing gown, tied loosely at my waist, and I was wearing heels, I always have heels, I wouldn't be seem dead without them.
I am a naturally flirty girl, although I am 29 years old now. But I have always been steadfastly faithful, and never ever had I been with another man in my life.
He came around the following morning about 10ish, I was dressed, he did some work, I gave him something to drink, he continued to ogle me, and although I was a little uncomfy with it, it still didn't stop me flashing my eyes, or giving a little twirl for him.
Mark is 20 years old, well built, works out, I have seen him exercising and running, so I know he is really fit, very good looking, broad in the shoulder, narrow at the waist and strong legs, over 6ft tall, completely bald shaved head, very masculine looking and manly in his ways, even though he is only 20.
Me? I am Jenny Smith, 29, married 7 years, known my husband for 10 years, I'm 5ft 8" tall, thick blonde long silky hair, and in certain light, would be termed as 'dirty blonde' which I take very great care of, I'm good looking, huge green eyes, some might say better than very good looking, but its not my opinion to say so.
Long legged, have my bumps and points in all the right places, I like to dress well, love my short skirts and tops, stockings and all the rest of it, just like any normal woman.
He left that day saying he would be back in the morning, and while I reproached myself for teasing him a little, I knew I would do it again tomorrow, and more to the point my husband did too, because he loved it, but he also knew I was his, no messing!!!
The next day, as I was at the door giving Mike his farewell kiss, Mark came down the drive, said he was early because he had a lot to do that day, I didn't know, 'that a lot to do' today was going to be me!
Mike left, Mark went down the side of the house, I went into my kitchen, and there he was, in and out of the garage working away, I left it for and hour or so, then went and asked him if he wanted coffee, 'in 5 minutes' he told me, 'and I'll be in, and finished out here for the day.'
I was still in my dressing gown, the short silky one, panties underneath, no bra, and backless high heel sandals, tied with a bow in the middle, I didn't give it a thought, Mark came in, asked to use the bathroom, and disappeared upstairs while I made coffee.
I heard him moving around, what I didn't know was he was having a very quick wash, and put on a clean 'T' shirt he had brought with him.
He came down, I handed him his coffee, he had a couple of swift drinks, put it down, walked over to me, I didn't move because I never expected to happen, what happened.
He bent in front of me, put his arm behind my legs, and in second I was up over his shoulder, he captured an arm, walked to the back door, locked it, walked around the house downstairs, checking it was all locked, I realised afterwards, and then I started shouting at him to put me down, 'sorry' he said, 'no can do now.'
I was carried upstairs in double quick time, struggling and shouting all the way, my first thought was he was going rob me, and then I understood in my head that I was the intended victim, and robbery wasn't on his mind, well not monetary values, but my marriage fidelity was in serious jeopardy.
I was unceremoniously dumped on the bed, and he immediately climbed on top of me, facing away, and while I was still face down, I felt him yank up my dressing gown, my flimsy panties were unceremoniously ripped off my body, and then he proceeded to spank me, and very hard too, as my spanking was taking place he informed me that if I didn't obey him, I would be continually spanked until I did.
I was in tears, not only with the pain, but the humiliation of this walloping, and by an almost black stranger, but also in the certain knowledge of my subjugation to him.
I begged him to stop, pleaded, cried in despair, 'will you do as you are told and obey me?' he yelled.
'Yes, yes, yes, please please stop,' I wailed. He did thank goodness, 'You've been teasing and flirting with me since the moment I came here, so Im taking what you've been offering me ok?' He said.
'But I never meant it,' I whimpered. 'Too late to back track now babe, Im having you, and that's it!' 'You are far too much of hot pussy, to be missing out on what I'm gonna give you,' he told me.
