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 

    ... lover.' I assert.

"Louis actually leans closer until he's an inch from me. 'I can tell you two are soul mates, and that makes for powerful lov'n. But you didn't answer my question. Right now, is your man ready to knock you into orbit with a hard dick and flood your pretty pussy with a gallon of cum?'

"'Your question is irrelevant, Louis. You're intimidating us. Of course we aren't in the mood-'

"He interrupts. 'Your man certainly ain't in the mood, but don't lie to me about yours. I been watching your eyes, your breaths. Maybe you think you're just scared, but I'm not fooled. I bet your pussy is more wet now than when Pussy Sucker stopped licking it.'

"'You're being incredibly rude.' I warn him. You chime in. 'You should go back outside and stop pestering us."

"Louis ignores you. 'You're damn right I'm foulmouthed, but I'm talking truth, Pretty Lady, and passion. Show me I'm wrong. Go on. Lift that skirt. I've already seen your sexy pussy. Another peek won't make any difference.'

"But, George, you know that it'll make all the difference, how I cave to strong-willed men. You warn, 'He's goading you, Colleen. Just get out of the car.'

"Louis gives a sharp laugh! 'Now your man's talking sense, but you need something before you can go home. Two things.' He doesn't spell them out. I of course want to prove the black man wrong about his accusation. But the second 'thing' compels me to pull my skirt slowly up to my waist. 'You're wrong.' I lie. 'There's just ...
    ... some fluid from before you intruded, and it's mostly dried up.'

"He snorts. 'That's not what I'm talking about.' He had already proved to act quickly. Before I can close my thighs tighter, his hand dives between them and his middle finger slips into my pussy! For his speed, he's surprisingly gentle. I suck in a breath. 'Don't!' I cry too late.

"'Get away from her, Louis. Leave us! Just go.' You sputter in the front seat across from us."

George's body, prone on my bed, was shaking from my hand's firm, pleasuring strokes. His engorged pecker had been throbbing for a while. I guessed he had a minute or less before an intense orgasm.

"Oh, Honey, I don't think I can take more." My husband's groans were unhappy but passionately aroused.

"Please, a little more, Sweetheart. Hold yourself back. It's really helping." I assured George without specifying who he was helping. His erection began thrusting through my jerking grip. I resumed my tale, heading steadily to a conclusion.

"'Call me, Mr. Kingsley, Fool. And you, Woman, admit it! Your pussy is soaking my finger. Now I bet you're ready for some action.' The intruder in our car begins porking my slick cunt with his thickest, strongest finger. I gasp and feel close to tears. 'I'm sorry, George! It's happening again, and I can't help myself!' I'm begging your forgiveness as a black stranger fingers my juicing fuck hole.'

"But Louis Kingsley isn't being altruistic. He made plans the moment he first saw my wet pussy. ...
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