Tim was about to take what was now rightfully his, turning me around as I skipped out of my soaked and ruined short shorts, and in one heave he clasped and tore my panties in half, ripping them straight off me "You don't need these anymore" he determined without my input. Whenever you're in my presence, if you have these, they're getting destroyed so you better stop wearing them."
The breath caught in my throat when he tore them and I knew this man would take whatever he wanted from me, whenever he wanted, and it was bone tinglingly thrilling, my husband would never have even dared; let alone gone through with such a brazen action and made me lust incomprehensibly for him after doing so. I would have put my husband on blast for ripping panties like those, as they were upward of $100 but I would buy them en-bulk if it meant having Tim take them off so forcefully.
" What about when I go back?" I choked out between what felt like a brick on my chest, why was I letting this man do these things to me, I asked myself... But I knew the answer and the fact I wouldn't let my husband added to it, it felt naughty, the excitement, so pinnacle, so pervasive; it was hard to breath, although my care for having none to go back in was the furthest thing from my mind.
"Fuck maybe I'll make you crawl back on your hands and knees butt naked through this joint waving that dumptruck ass high in the air, like the good bitch you are" he threatened, and something in my gut told me he was not joking and would happily parade me around like his personal fucktoy.
Picturing my husband's face too, seeing me leashed, on all fours and strolled around the place like Tim's personal puppy, made my pussy happy and I realised I was biting my cheek.
The cool wind touched my absolutely dripping slit and made her flinch, I felt so bare and vulnerable and bad, before I could think about anything else, a hard slap echoed from my asscheek so hard it left his hand print, I yelped in glee and surprise.
"Fuck yeah, now that's an ass" he stated matter of factly examining it with joyful scrutiny, lifting his hand and slapping it again, the other coiling its way around my neck and adding slight pressure, just so I could barely take in a full breath. "White girls always have the fucking best ass" he explained factually "You like being punished for being a bad dirty wife?"
I nodded biting my lip, "I'm a bad slut, please punish me" I begged out in the most humiliating and strained voice and he obliged hitting harder and harder, his handprint leaving my cheek tingling, it almost got to be too much when he switched to the other cheek slapping it hard, each slap had precision, and purpose, he was putting his signature on me I was sure, just from the look in his eyes.
His slaps began to sting in earnest now and I was flinching and jumping away at the pain.
"Looks like you've reached your limit, guess you've earnt this then" he confirmed, using the hand he was slapping me with to grab the base of his cock and shake it like a treat before a dog.
"You want this?" he pressed, his hand still tight on my throat, I could feel my face going red from the lack of oxygen in that moment
"Yes" I choked out as best I could, but he was wrong I didn't want his cock, I needed it, as much as a I needed oxygen.
"Huh?" he barked
"Yes Daddy, I want that black cock" I grovelled.
He relinquished my throat from his grip, allowing a rush of sweet relieving air to fill my lungs, my body; more than welcoming the balance of pleasure and pain of both choking and breathing just as readily as it did everything Timora did to it. He then threw me like a ragdoll over a small desk in the corner of the room, and kicked my left leg out to spread me open, the motion making me literally feel my pussy lips peel apart from one another, exposing my aching hole to his view. He pressed the head of his cock against my slutty box and I could feel my eyes roll into my head at the anticipation of being fucked savagely by this man, and just from the feeling of his head, I knew it was going to stretch me, more than I ever have been, my husband wouldn't even touch the sides after Tim was done abusing my whorelips, the circumference of his cockhead larger than my unaccommodating wimp.
I pushed back hoping to lodge his cock into me, but he moved back in turn, wrapping my hair in his hand and turning me to look back at him
"Who do you think is in charge here?" he snarled before planting a kiss on my lips and pushing his large tongue deep into my mouth, which I took as if starving for it.
He pulled away briskly, leaving me breathless
"You are Tim" I panted "You're in charge"
"Good, then wait like a good little white whore" he demeaned me.
I felt his hips buck forward this is it, my toes curled in anticipation, I noticed to I was holding my breath, and my skin sparked with electrical energy!
Hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhoooooooooonkkkkkkkkkkkkk
Tim and I both jumped startled by the sudden sound behind us, Tim raised up on his tiptoes to see there was a line of cars at the gate waiting to get in and the lead had obviously got annoyed with waiting. His cock pulling away from, me and some furious indignation swept over me who the fuck do these people think they are my mind thought, how dare they come now of all times. The further his cock got from me the more I internally pouted.
"Ohhh fuck off!" he snarled, equally as pissed off at their inconvenience but more vocal and I began to wonder if his balls hurt as much as my wimp did with the desire to expel our pent-up sexual energy.
He thought momentarily and I could see his mind working overtime to come up with a solution "Fuck, listen wifeslut" he nicknamed me; "I have work to do, so this is what's going to happen, while I'm dealing with these fucking morons, you're going to take care of me, by replacing the tissues under the desk and being my own little cum bin" he wasn't asking, Tim was telling me where my place was and as devastated as I was not to be getting fucked I simply nodded my head eagerly
"Yes Tim, anything for you" I conceded almost whoreishly, surprised at how eager I sounded even to myself, as if I was starved of cock, my hand wrapping around his shaft, just to feel its heft in my soft manicured hands.
Tim pried his cockpipe from my grasp and put it back in his pants, a sight, I must say; that devastated me and left me feeling anxious, I loved just gazing upon his awesome manhood, loved admiring and comparing it to my husband, gleeful that it was mine and shuddering with the anticipation of sitting on it, and his face to be honest.
My thoughts were interrupted when I felt Tim grab my hair and drag me along like some useless plaything for his enjoyment, pushing me under the desk and wasting no time in undoing his previous aggrievement, and pulling out his cock meat and force feeding it to me for dinner.
He didn't have to pull me around though, I threw myself mouth open onto it with wholehearted enthusiasm if I'm honest, taking it to the very back of my throat, with an audible gag, pumping away within seconds wanting his thick protein shake to fill my mouth.
I heard him slide the window open.
"Yeah?" he began in that meltingly arrogant tone, before I stopped listening and focused on bigger and better things.
I grabbed either side of his pants, annoyed with having to fight over the top of them and began tugging, he lifted his ass up and they slid down nicely to his ankles, he then spread his legs letting his monstrous cock flop over the edge of his seat, I felt so wicked, there were people only a few inches away on the other side of the wall, while I slurped down this young man's cockrod; again I thought devilishly; another thing I would never do for my Jack.
I put my hands by my side using only my mouth to lift its weight and slid my lips up and down, all I focused on was the feeling of his cock, the majesty of it, and making damn sure to keep my teeth well out of the way of it. Each time I got to the tip, I would sometime take my lips off it, although it almost physically pained me to do so, just so I could let all the built up saliva coat his cock, I wanted to give him the best orgasms I could, before placing my lips back to it, my face was a mess, I could feel it, moist in parts and sticky all around, but I didn't care, because between arrivals he would look down with a smirk of pure bliss and I would feel his balls swell up, building the pressure behind the floodgates of his cum dam, waiting impatiently for it to explode.
I didn't have to wait long, after the 3rd car, mid- sentence, he simply slammed shut the window and looked down at me approvingly before crying out
"ARGHHHHHHHHH!" bellowing a War cry in his deep smoky voice; as his sweet semen flooded my mouth again, sticky, warm and sweet to my palate. Shot after shot kept coming, swallowing frantically to keep up with it, and as his cry faded out so too did his rockets of jizz spraying from his behemoth cockhead before he took a few deep breaths and opened the window picking up where he left off like nothing happened, and giving me no indication to stop and so I didn't, I simply kissed the tip of his cock in profound thanks, a ritual that would become something I would do every time to show my absolute dedication before swallowing his magical manhood whole, this time my hands came up to massage his now spit covered mammoth nutsack, I still couldn't believe how massive they were after already being drained so many times, but it seemed he had an endless supply.
My hands were as wet as if I had dipped them in water, and I began licking up and down the shaft to spread my mouth juice around and giving his milk holders a turn in my mouth as I did so, gargling and licking them all over, while my hand slowly jerked up the unbelievable length of his shaft and would knead over his shovel-like head before slowly stroking back down, his knee shaking showed he appreciated the effort and so I continued before I felt his nutsack tense, pulling free from my mouth, and a torrent of cum shot 2 foot in the air, getting on the bottom of his shirt and legs and the next 3 squirts drizzled out like a river down the length of his cock to cover his base and balls even more.
"Oh my god... was THAT a ballgasm?" I thought to myself, my husband had tried to explain what one was to me before, asking to try on him and see if I could give him one, I told him it didn't sound fun and that he knew I wouldn't do it, because I didn't like ball sacks and found them gross, I never made love to his balls with my mouth, at all, even when he begged me on special occasions... Turns out, as with everything, Tim got special treatment and it wasn't gross, it was the best feeling in the world to give him one.
Again it's hard to describe why for every act I did with Tim, if I had not done it with my husband or refused him it made the sensations even more palpable. It was a very odd feeling, although it didn't stop me, Jack didn't really deserve any of this, he was hard working, loyal, loved me wholeheartedly and never left me wanting for anything... well orgasm aside, but I was always fawned over, brought the nicest things and spoken to with respect; which was totally at opposition with this man, who treated me more like stress relief in the form of a cum swallowing, cock obsessed whore, why did I do all this for Tim; if actions had consequences and the world was fair, Jack would be receiving all I have been freely giving to Tim and Tim would be getting the sharp end of my attitude, but the worlds not fair, and I was on my hands and knees at the altar of his cock; willing to do basically anything for this black king, in spite of my husband.
