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 

    ... lifted his head to answer and found me unbuttoning my pajama top. "Newer cars are designed with more crush space for protection.

"That's why I lure you into the back seat of my car and pull up my skirt. I'm not wearing panties, and I say, 'warm me up.'" You look up and down the street, but night is falling, and the only person around is busy putting landscaping equipment into his old truck a few houses away.

"So you bend down between my legs and give me wonderful head! I intend to return the favor before we get fully to business, but it feels so good I beg for more. I run my fingers through your hair while my excitement grows exponentially! Soon I'm humping my pussy into your proficient mouth. The windows are partly steamed up and the old Volvo rocks slightly. 'Honey, oh, Honey!" I cry out, almost shrieking when my climax explodes!"

"Would you like some for real?" George asked, looking down his pudgy torso, eyebrows wagging.

"I would, very much, Dear, but this story is for you." My hand moved a little faster. I gave his prick-head a long lick! He grunted, and his head dropped to his pillow again. "Suddenly, the door behind you opens swiftly. A man calls out, 'Are you okay, Ma-am!?'

"'GODS!' I curl away from him across the seat, my pussy openly glistening from your saliva. I shout, 'I'm okay, Mister! This is my husband!' You turn around until you're sitting next to the open doorway, ready to defend me.

"The man is dark skinned, far darker than dusk in the ...
    ... sky. He's wearing a grass stained, blue jumpsuit and carrying a small, sharp hand shovel - which he promptly sticks a rear pocket. He steps back, but he's mesmerized by my wet, hairy crotch.

"I throw my skirt over my knees to hide from the man's stirring eyes. 'George?' I check in with you. 'I guess, um, the man just made a mistake.' You respond without much conviction. You're still quite startled by the large but lean laborer.

"'Heh, I'm surprised I don't have a sore jaw, Mister.' The black man chuckles at you. 'You need to act faster than that, to protect your woman.'

"'George doesn't act in haste.'" I support you. "'He considers the situation before acting.'

"'Yeah, I guess that's fine and all, but if I had been a serial killer, your man would be dying from a shovel through his neck.' The stranger's respect for you, noticeably diminishes.

"You stand up for yourself but shrink a little in your seat. 'I would give my life to protect her and our children.'

"'Fool, a limp, dead body, ain't much protection. You gotta act quick as a knife to stop a killer.'

"'Please! Let's stop the talk about killing.' I say loudly.

"Yes, right. Of course, little lady. Like you two love birds, I'm a man of a different kind of action.' He grins, pats his crotch once, and winks. 'Well equipped too!'"

As the sentence ends, my hand is grasping and stroking my George's very hard dick. "George, you can't help but look at the bulge in the crotch of the black man's jumpsuit. You ...
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