Tuesday 11:29 am
The bed creaked as they moved. The pictures on the bedside table shook, the family depicted smiling and happy. Her wrists were tied to the bedposts with silk sashes that left red marks on her flesh. The shades were drawn, as they always were – the neighbors liked being nosey.
The camera light was blinding so she kept her eyes closed – it made the situation more erotic anyway. Her breasts bounced as the man between her legs rammed her repeatedly, her mouth wrapped firmly around a large black cock. The men grunted with perverse satisfaction while they fucked her, using her, their little whore.
It was never the same men twice in a row. Hell, it was not always men. She had been feeling particularly horny however, having not had her morning goodbye fuck. John was running late, and had left with just a quick kiss before bolting out the door. Well... now he'd regret it.
She moaned while she sucked off the black guy feeding her his cock, spit and precum rolling down over her chin, sloppy, wet and messy. The other one fucked her so hard she wanted to scream, his cock stretching her out, filling her pussy completely. She was so hot and wet the sounds of their fucking were audible, his balls slapping against her ass.
This was round three. She'd already been covered in their cum once, the sticky white splotches still gleaming on her tits and stomach, pooling in her navel.
"Fuck! Eat it all!" the black man cried as he came, shooting himself deep in the back of her throat. She wasn't expecting it, gagging a little but he held her head to his cock, forcing her to swallow it. She drank it all, swallowing load after load and still it was too much, the creamy liquid leaking out the sides of her mouth.
"Gods, Tammy!!" the other screamed, his cock spasming inside of her, shooting cum so deep inside she was certain there would be an addition to their family.
She wasn't on the pill after all – she'd stopped. Oh sure, John still thought she was taking it, he didn't want any more kids. Really she didn't either but it was her silent protest against his job. He traveled too much, spent more time at corporate meetings or dinners than satisfying her like he should.
She called them at least three times a week, always at different times. The camera rolled each time.
She writhed as she came too, pulling her mouth off the cock so she could scream in earnest, hoping the prudish bitch that liked to snoop around heard her and wished she were being fucked half as good.
The guy between her legs bent forward to kiss her. Tom was his name, she knew that. He had been with her a few times. His cock was thick and the perfect length. He liked it when she invited others, liked tasting other men on her. She liked it too. His tongue was rough against hers, forceful, probing, almost painful. If he kept kissing her like that she was sure to cum again and again, his cock still buried so deep inside of her nothing escaped.
