Confessions of Ass Eaters - The Mother's Stor - Sex Stories

Confessions of Ass Eaters - The Mother's Stor

... underwear incident, I didn't feel scared. I walked to the door carefully, peeked through the glass and opened it. It was him. The many who made me see how sexy underwear could be. "I need a place a sl**p tonight." I threw the door open completely and stepped aside to invite my dark stranger in. "Are you hungry?" I asked leading him to the living room of my townhouse. "What you got?" "Some meatloaf and rice." I could see disappointment on his face. "But I can make you anything. I have steaks in the fridge." I said quickly. I knew he could see my naked body through the sheer white gown I had on. "Steak." he declared. "Yes...." "Clayton. My name is Clayton" "Yes Clayton" I went into the kitchen and looked for steaks in my fridge when I felt his body against my ass. He thrust his groin against my ass, pushing me deeper into the fridge. I groaned. Then I felt his arms on my side, fumbling at my boobs. I had large boobs. almost 44K cup size with 2 inch nipples, my tits are soft and supple. Clayton didn't wait for the dinner. He carried me to the living room and fucked me without a word. Then he carried me to the bedroom and fucked me so many times that I lost all track of time and was too tired to go into work. From there on started our weird affair. The boy was barely 19, I was 29. He was a petty criminal and a d**g dealer while I was a bank teller with a nice job and good savings account. He had a foot long cock and I was hungry for any cock. But he was adorable. I loved him. I ...

... truly did. "Use condom love or I may get pregnant." I reminded him as he thrust his large member up my hungry pussy. "Oh baby! I want you pregnant." "I promise you I will give you many beautiful c***dren once we are together but please ...." "I think of you as my wife. My real wife." "You are my husband." I sighed and let him into me without any protection. I was happy. I was ecstatic and I was in love. I loved him. I knew I'd never leave him. Not even when I found out that he was dealing d**gs out my house. I looked the other way when some of his gangster friends brought a man in a sack and beat the shit out of him. I hosted his "supervisor" and his boys 3 nights in a row. I even let him bring prostitutes to satisfy the "Area Supervisor". Next day when Clayton was out, The supervisor and his boys ****d me. It was not brutal but utterly humiliating. Two of them held me face down while the "Sup", a huge black guy, parted my legs and fucked me from behind. Thankfully, it was over in less than a minute. I got up and limped into the bedroom. I cried the whole day and waited for my "husband" to come back home. "Did you say no?" Clayton sounded angry. "I couldn't baby! They just did the dirty deed with me." I sobbed. "Good! Never resist or they will kill you." he chided me. I knew then that I had made a mistake. Soon after I lost my job. I was arrested after police found pot in my bedroom but was released on technicality. Clayton was never home and I heard that he had several other ...