LOGINMark had a perfect view of that huge black cock stretching his wife's pussy lips obscenely wide. Her inner walls gripped him, creamy white pussy juice coating his shaft, he whimpered softly, as he tried to stop his hands from stroking his tiny dick.
But a faggot is always a faggot, because with even stroking his dick, he was already cumming like a broken faucet as he watched his wife being used properly in a way he could never do it. "Harder daddy, fuck your married little slut, ruin my married pussy!" Cindy begged, pushing back against him. Chinedu spanked her ass hard, leaving red handprints. "Of course i will do that, my married whore. Now tell me slut, between me and your faggot husband who is much better I running your slutty hole." "You daddy you are so much better.” Cindy moaned. “His little dick never hits my spots like this. I'm going to cum already fuck me daddy." She moaned harder and louder. Cindy’s body shook as she came hard, squirting around his cock. Clear fluid sprayed onto the couch and Mark's feet. Chinedu didn't stop, he flipped her onto her back, legs over his shoulders, and folded her in half. He drove into her missionary style, his heavy body dominating her completely. The couch creaked dangerously. Mark could see everything, Chinedu's thick cock disappearing into Cindy's stretched cunt over and over, her clit swollen, her asshole winking with every thrust. "You're going to make me cum inside you slut, your hole is fucking gripping me." Chinedu grunted. "Yes daddy! Breed your married hole, fill my married womb with your superior seed!" Mark protested weakly, "Cindy please… Use condom……" She laughed breathlessly interrupting him. "Shut up, cuck. I want to give birth to a baby for daddy.." With a growl, Chinedu buried himself to the hilt and unloaded, thick ropes of cum pumped deep into Cindy's womb. Mark could see her belly swell slightly with each spurt. When Chinedu finally pulled out, a torrent of thick white cum gushed from her ruined pussy, dripping onto the floor. Cindy lay there panting, legs spread, looking thoroughly fucked. She beckoned Mark over. "Clean me up, faggot." Trembling, Mark got on his knees between her legs. The smell of sex was overpowering musky cum filled her sweet pussy. He licked tentatively at first, tasting the salty, bitter load mixed with her juices. Chinedu laughed and pushed his head deeper. "Eat it all, beta boy. Taste a real man's cum from your wife's cheating cunt." Mark lapped it up eagerly now, his own cock leaking in his pants. He sucked the cum straight from her hole as Cindy moaned and held his head there, grinding her pussy on his face. This was only round one, over to round two. They moved to the bedroom, Chinedu still had the stamina of a horse. He fucked Cindy in every position imaginable over the next two hours, mark licking and cleaning every mess. Doggy style on the bed, her face buried in the pillows, screaming into them as he railed her from behind, pulling her hair like reins. Cowgirl, where Cindy rode him reverse, giving Mark a view of that massive cock splitting her open as she bounced, her ass cheeks rippling. He even fucked her ass, after lubing his cock with her pussy cream, he pushed into her tight asshole. Cindy took it like a champ, moaning like a pornstar as he stretched her forbidden hole. "Deeper, Daddy! Fuck my ass while my cuckold husband watches.” Mark was forced to hold her ass cheeks open for him. When Chinedu came the second time, it was down her throat and she swallowed every drop, showing Mark her empty mouth afterward with pride. The third load went on her tits and face, painting her like a glazed donut. She scooped it up and fed it to Mark, making him suck her fingers clean, with his pants off and his tiny little dick throbbing. By the end of the fucking session, Cindy was a wreck, her hair messy, her makeup ruined, her body covered in hickeys, bite marks, handprints, and cum. Her pussy was gaping, red and swollen, leaking cum with every movement. Her asshole twitched visibly. Chinedu got dressed, gave Cindy a deep kiss, and slapped her ass one last time. "Call me when you want round three, slut. Your faggot's dick is useless and should be locked in a chastity cage." “Yes Daddy, I will see to that.” Cindy promised happily. “Now cuck thank daddy for fucking your wife properly.” She commanded her husband Mark. Out of shame, Mark knelt down staring at Chinedu's feet. “Thank you sir, for properly fucking my wife…. ..and doing what my tiny dick could not do.” “It's great you know your place cuck.” Chinedu beamed, placing a feet on Mark's dick. He gave a mocking laugh, when he noticed that Mark's dick throbbed harder. After he left, Cindy crawled to Mark, who still naked and kneeling. She kissed him deeply, letting him taste Chinedu's cum on her tongue. "Did you enjoy that, my little cuck?" she purred, reaching down to finally free his aching cock. It was pathetically small next to what she'd just taken. Mark nodded desperately. "Yes... God yes." She stroked him slowly. "Good boy. Now cum for me while I tell you how much I loved his big black cock." It took less than a minute. Mark exploded all over her hand, the most intense orgasm of his life, as she whispered filthy details about how full she felt, how she was probably already pregnant with Chinedu's baby. “There is a new rule cuck, the only time you can gave access to my body, is whenever you lick my bull's cum out of my pussy.” Cindy whispered to Mark, her hand still on his leaking dick. “But……Cindy..I” “I'm never allow that toothpick of yours into my pussy anymore, so it is you know your place cuck.” She interrupted him, with a small smile. “Please, please, I know my place mistress, please it hurts.” Mark cried, pointing at his dick that Cindy held. “From now henceforth, I'm your mistress and my bull your master. You will always be on a cuckcage, and cum only when i give you permission. Is that understood?” She asked reducing the pressure on his dick. “Yes i do mistress.” Mark answered, feeling totally humiliated, but fully aroused. “Good! Now cuck, go draw your mistress a bath.” Cindy ordered, letting go of his cuck. “Thank you mistress, for today release.” Mark stood up and aimed to wear his shorts, when Cindy raised her hands up in denial. “Stop that cuck, you are to stay naked from now henceforth, else i say otherwise. Now drop that cloth and go draw my bath.” She ordered. “Yes mistress, thank you for your new order mistress.” Mark thanked a smiling, well-fucked Cindy. This became their new normal. Every weekend, Chinedu or one of his friends would come over. Sometimes two at once. Mark would watch from the chair or be made to film it on his phone One particularly lewd night, Cindy wanted to push boundaries. She invited Chinedu and his cousin, Obi another hung bull. The two men used her like a fucktoy for hours. Double penetration while Mark sat inches away. Chinedu in her pussy, Obi in her ass, both thrusting in rhythm. Cindy was sandwiched between their muscular bodies, her screams muffled by one cock in her mouth at times.The locker room door slammed shut behind them. Tamara barely had time to catch her breath before Chase pushed her against the row of metal lockers. The rest of the team, Marcus, Zack, Tyler, Jimmy formed a semi-circle around them, shirts still off, chests rising and falling from practice, eyes locked on her with open hunger.“On your knees slut.” Chase ordered quietly.“Yes, Sire.” Tamara dropped to her knees without hesitation, the vibrator still humming softly inside her. She looked up at him, cheeks flushed, lips parted.Marcus stepped forward first. He was taller than his brother, broader, his cock already hard and straining against his shorts. He pulled it out and rested the thick head against Tamara’s lips.“Open for him.” Chase commanded.Marcus pushed into her mouth with a low groan, while the others moved closer. Some pulled her blouse open, freeing her heavy breasts. They pinched and rolled her nipples. Chase yanked her skirt up around her waist. The vibrator was still wor
The next morning, a small black package was waiting on Tamara’s desk when she arrived at her counseling office. When she opened it there was no name or anything attached except for a sleek remote-controlled vibrator and a short message written on the inside of the box:Wear this under your skirt without panties during practice. Don’t take it out. Don’t turn it off. — Sire.Tamara’s cheeks burned with both shame and excitement. She locked the door, stepped out of her panties, and carefully slid the toy inside herself. It settled deep, pressing against her most sensitive spot. The moment she stood up, a soft pulse of awareness made her thighs tighten.Her phone buzzed with a message immediately affer. Sire: Good girl. See you at practice. Don't be late.That afternoon the gym was loud and hot. The basketball team was already on the court with their shirts off, and bodies glistening with sweat. Marcus, Zack, Tyler, Jimmy…… all of them moving with raw athletic power. Chase sat on th
The morning after the pizza delivery, Tamara walked into Westbridge Academy with a secret still burning between her legs. She had washed Chase’s cum from her thighs, but the memory refused to leave. Every time she closed her eyes she felt him again…. … thick, demanding, filling her the way her husband never could.She told herself it was a one-time mistake. A moment of weakness, that it would never again. But she knew she was lying she wanted more.Her day was going well…… ….normal and boring until her phone buzzed with a message during lunch break.Unknown Number: You really are one hell of a desperate married whore, Mrs. Thompson.A photo of her, completely naked in her living room, on her knees with Chase’s cock resting on her tongue, eyes half-lidded in lust was attached to the message.Another photo followed instantly, she was bent over the table, ass up, his cum dripping down her thighs.Unknown Number: Library basement storage room, you've 20 minutes to get here. Come alone o
Few days after the incident, Tamara started making small changes. Her blouses became a little tighter and thinner, the tops stretching across her full DD breasts. Her skirts were a little shorter, hugging her round ass and showing more of her smooth thighs when she walked. She told herself it was just confidence, but deep down, she knew she wanted the boys to look.One hot afternoon after practice, Tamara stayed to help hand out water, but her focus were on the boys shirtless, young, muscular bodies that was glistening with sweat. Tamara called out to Marcus…..with a teasing smile, she smiled and took a bottle from her, his eyes lingering on her cleavage.“Thanks, Mrs. Thompson,” he said sipping from the bottle. “You always take such good care of us.” He smiled turning to meet his friends.But as he turned, Tamara reached out and playfully wiped a bead of sweat from his bare chest with her fingers. “You’re all sweaty, Marcus. Let me clean you up a bit.” Her thumb lingered on his nip
The gym fell silent as Principal Richard Thompson stormed toward his wife and Marcus.“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he shouted at Marcus. “Grabbing my wife like some kind of animal? I should suspend the entire team for this kind of disrespect!”Tamara’s face burned with embarrassment. “Richard, it was an accident, I slipped and he caught me. Please don’t…..”“Quiet, Tamara!” Richard snapped, turning his anger on her in front of the boys. “You shouldn’t even be here distracting them. Look at you, always parading around in improper dresses. Maybe if you had dressed like a proper wife instead of a slut trying to get attention, this wouldn’t happen.”The boys stood respectfully silent, but their eyes flicked to Tamara with concern. Marcus stepped back, with hands raised. “Sir, I swear it was an accident. I was only trying to help Mrs. Thompson.”Richard glared at all of them. “One more incident and you’re all suspended. Get back to practice. Tamara, we’re leaving. Now.”Rich
CHAPTER 1: WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?Principal Richard Thompson ruled Westbridge Academy like a king. At 52, his word was final, his temper legendary. His wife, Tamara Thompson, 38, was the perfect complement of a virtuous woman and a faithful wife. She was elegant, soft-spoken, always dressed in modest blouses and knee-length skirts. She had smooth olive skin, long auburn hair, full DD breasts that strained against even conservative tops, a narrow waist, and a round, juicy ass that drew secret glances. She volunteered as a guidance counselor in the Westbridge academy after leaving her coperate job at Unity Banks.Their marriage looked ideal from the outside. In private, it was a source of deep, aching frustration for Tamara. Her tyrant husband Richard, was nothing more than a 5-inch cockie man…….and a two mins man in bed.Sex with Richard, has always been a toture to Tamara…..she married him as a virgin, and had Always felt a void in her whenever he sexed her.Once during an annual wo







