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Zero Visibility

Dirk could tell there was something wrong. Oh, Tiff was tossing her hair, her perfect tits pointed skyward as she rubbed herself but... There was a distance in her gaze as she looked at him, like she was... somewhere else. "Do me now," she said. "Not yet," he whispered. "What's wrong?" She blinked, puzzled. Disconcerted. "Nothing... Fuck me now , Dirk! Your cock is up, fuck your kitten... It's been weeks, Baby!" "No," he replied. "Not until you tell me what's wrong... Talk to me, Tiffie- Come here. Talk, Baby Girl... Tiffany?" It was then she started to weep. (There is nothing quite so frightening to a man as a woman weeping for reasons he cannot fathom.) Fathom. Fuck! Fathoms he was used to. A commercial diver, he spent most of his time blind, deep-sea, breathing gas in zero viz, only his hands to tell him what to do. But now, as his hands held her, he felt her tense, his hands now frankly no use. Not now. Not here. "What, Love? Talk Tiff..." What the fuck could she say? It had been an accident. He'd been off... Off, off-- Of on the bloody Gulf Coast on her birthday. Half a mile under the sea dressed as the fucking Michelin Man, using the surface-connect Sat Phone to sing her happy birthday in that nitrogen drenched Donald Fucking Duck voice... But he'd remembered her birthday... And he'd called... And she'd... Oh, Jesus! Tray was a guy from work. Tall, black, so fucking gorgeous and young , she'd noticed him noticing her, but... Young. She'd never fuck around on Dirk, but ...

... when Tray said, "Just a birthday drink?" she thought, 'Why not?' Just A Drink. Then the drink led to dinner and dinner led to a club and then she, a married woman, was drunk and sucking the boy's cock in a minicab on her birthday. She never should have agreed to go up, but she did, ( her paying the leering driver...) and as soon as the apartment door closed his long black fingers were in her hair as his beautiful lips kissed her mouth. She did say, "I can't!" but by then he was tearing her little knickers off and she was letting him. Lips on her mouth, his hands on her dress zipper, her stepping out of her LBD... He pressed her against the wall and lifted her leg, her high heel on his hip then. His cock, oh god he was big, nuzzling at her flower folds. And then up her wet as she grunted like an animal in heat. And as she put her hands on his tight ass he took her, his thrusts bouncing her on the wall, she came. " Again ..." he said and fucked her harder... And, like a drunken slut whore, she indeed came again as she heard his cry of climax. "Tray! You can't come up me...." But by then he was panting and she could feel his prick pulse up her wet tight blonde cunt... Unwrapped young cock cream-filling her up. So much cum! She was dripping . She hung on him until he said, "Bed now, Tiffany..." And then she got off him, put her knickers back on and fled. "I'm sorry, I can't !" That had been 12 weeks ago. She hadn't bled since. "Talk to me Tiff," said Dirk. Well, how could she? ...