1. The Family BBC - Chapter 8


    Date: 3/31/2024, Categories: Fiction BDSM Black, Cheating Cuckold, Interracial, Male Domination, Non-consensual sex Reluctance Written by women Author: DiscipleN, Source: sexstories.com 

    I screamed and screamed inside the tiny hotel room. It was as disgusting as the one he'd paid for last time at The Stadium. No doubt, he had taken me there to reinforce his lesson about being lucky that he only whipped me with a belt!

Leland had rented a spreader bar from Jason the pimp. I lay on my back, pussy open to my tormentor's attacks. He belted my vulva mercilessly! My tits were striped red too from the folded length of leather. I kept screaming. No one came to my rescue.

"You fucking, fucking CUNT!" He howled at me! "You just had to push my buttons. I treated you better than right. You even let your cuck husband take secret jibes at me!"

"My boy! You twisted him. He was so sweet!" I shrieked. My maternal instinct had arrived late for kicking the old black man out of our life that horrible day! I kept up a stream of repetition about the wreck he'd made of my son's birthday party. I was no longer helpless emotionally. My tirade kept me sane through his brutal assault.

He threw down his belt and fell on top of me. In a minute, his fat prick was stuffing my aching fuck hole. I sobbed then.

He didn't last long that time. It wasn't five minutes before his plunging cock erupted with hot cum, flooding my beaten pussy and squishing out from our joined sexes.

Leland pushed me off of the cot, the spreader bar still locked to my ankles. I fell awkwardly on my butt. He hadn't whipped it, preferring torture my more sensitive tissues. Still my sobs ...
    ... accelerated.

Long before my tears slowed. He was asleep. I lay shivering on what remained of a filthy, stinking carpet. I don't think I slept that night. I lay on the floor worried about my family. What would they think when I showed up the next day? Would he keep me longer? Leland may have hired the room for a full night, but could he afford multiple days there?

My body was comatose from pain, but my mind swirled with anxiety!

I didn't feel the anklets being unbuckled and the spreader bar falling when Leland picked me up and put me on the cot. I don't know what time in the night it happened. He pushed a renewed, thick erection into my sore puss and fucked me slowly. He didn't say anything, but he kissed my beaten body, from lips to belly button, spending plenty of time kissing and sucking and licking my tits.

In the dark of that awful night, my greatest shame came to pass. "Uuuhhnnggh!!" I groaned loudly.

"There it is, Baby." His voice was at peace. "You're finally doing it."

I was cumming.

Somehow the contrast of pain and gentleness had set me up for my body's ultimate betrayal to my psyche.

The extent of my orgasm isn't important. It was not very intense, nor did it last long. Although I welcomed its temporary relief from pain, My life's burden had increased with my greater fall from innocence. Before cumming from Leland's kisses and slow fucking, I could claim being a victim. Technically, I still could. Even a woman who orgasms during rape, is still being ...
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