Hotwife, Mother and Whore for the Family Business - Sex Stories

Hotwife, Mother and Whore for the Family Business

... saying, “I trust you to use you best judgment, honey. You just need to realize how important his business is to us.” I was hoping to get more understanding and better advice from Michael. It seemed like he was leaving it for me to decide, while also stressing how important it was to retain the volume. I decided to just play it by ear and see how insistent Kendall would be. When I got to the garage, Kendall was in the dildo section, holding one of our life-like, black dildos that was ten inches long, very thick, and with big molded balls. I wasn’t that familiar with the products yet and was impressed by the size and how realistic it looked. I moved over next to him as he said, “These dildos and the twelve inch black ones are very popular with my white, women customers. Have ever handled one of these before?” I replied, “No, I’m not that familiar with the merchandise yet.” He then said, “Here, take this one in your hands and let me know if you think it feels realistic.” Kendall nonchalantly put his arm around my waist as he handed it to me. I sure didn’t want to admit that I had experience with a real, black cock. I thought it would be helpful to be a little playful, so I squeezed it and cupped the balls for effect, before giggling and saying, “Wow, this thing is so long, thick and heavy, and the skin feels nice and soft, and has those thick veins molded in. I can’t tell you whether it feels realistic, though, since I’ve never felt a real one this size.” I knew the moment after ...

... those words left my mouth that I had stupidly given him a way to plausibly continue the conversation about black cocks. Holding that fake cock was more of a turn on than it should have been, and it was a reminder of the black men I fucked before I was married. I was still thinking about those past lovers when Kendall dropped his hand down farther to rub my ass. The touch of his big hand on me felt nice, and I didn’t have the will to stop him. Then he turned sideways and stepped closer, as he pressed his groin against my torso. Because of our height difference, his obviously large, but-still-soft cock lump was pressed against my side and a little above my waist. He leaned down close to my ear, and in a deep, whispery voice said, “You know, Cassie, you need to be familiar enough with your products that you can describe and compare them for your customers. You’ve got an opportunity right now to compare this dildo to my cock, which just happens to be a little larger at almost eleven inches long Come on Cassie, Michael knows full well all of the things that Tammy was doing for his customers. He had to know what he was getting you into when you took this job. If your sorry ass husband wants to share you this way, for a little more sales volume, then why not just enjoy it? What did he tell you about Tammy’s duties anyway?” Kendall’s comments and the feel of his cock pressing into me were further weakening my willpower to resist. I was also getting pissed at Michael, since I had the ...