Southern Depravity - Sex Stories

Southern Depravity

... and makes him eat it and clean her out. Some men really like that part and look forward to her sharing her intimate night out with some other man. You might want to think about trying that with your own husband," he explained.

Sandra thought about it for a minute. "Thank you Bob. I might just try that and see how he likes it."

Bob picked up his sports jacket, bent over to the lovely wife and mother and kissed her again. He reached in his pocket and peeled off another hundred from the money clip and dropped it in front of her.

"Here, pretty lady, you keep this as a tip. As far as I'm concerned, you were worth every penny I handed you tonight! When I come back to Atlanta, I'm going to ask for you by name and I hope you will be around!" said the handsome 30-year old.

"Thank you, Bob, and thank you for your kindness. It means a lot to me, more than you will ever know!" Sandra replied. Bob walked out the door and was gone. Sandra laid back on the bed and looked out the window glass at the cold, clear Atlanta night. "A lover for an hour. Could I get used to this?" she asked herself.

When she got up from the bed she felt the spunk starting to move down from her womb. She wanted to do what Bob suggested, but how would she keep it all up inside her and most of it not leak out? Toilet paper or tissues wouldn't keep it in her. She needed something like a stopper! Then she thought about the condoms she now carried with her. She took a foil out of her purse, opened it, and ...

... quickly stuffed it with lots of toilet paper and tissues. When she had stuffed it and had tied it off, it looked somewhat like a pink sausage. Then she pushed her sausage up into herself like a tampon. She thought that this might work and keep most of Bob's semen inside. This was a souvenir that she was going to share with her gambling, son of a bitch husband.

Sandra dressed and turned out the light and opened the door to leave. There stood a large black man with baggy clothes, gaudy jewelry, and a hat on his head. He stood there smiling at her and simply held out his hand. He had been waiting for Sandra right outside her door. She did not know if this was one of the men who had raped her the other night because they had ski masks on that covered their faces. Then the cold, hard reality again hit her in the face. The 38-year old beauty was not there to experience love and compassion from a handsome man, but to serve as Terrance Dubois' whore! The Negro didn't say a word to give away his voice. He simply was standing there, smiling, holding out his hand, and expecting her to give him the money for her "services" tonight. Sandra reached into her purse pulled out the original $300 still folded and placed the blackmail money into the palm of his hand. He tipped his hat and walked away. She had not said anything to the man, but all she wanted to do was kick him in his nuts! Luckily, Sandra had put the extra $100 tip tucked away unseen.

On the way home, Sandra could not help ...