Mag-log inJESS'S POVMy voice was so sore. Mom followed me around asking if I had COVID, worried I would infect the house. If only she knew it was Blane's cock that hammered my voice into nonexistence.My titties also had faint mark lines from when he roughly squeezed and played with them. I swallowed saliva every second just to feel the ache in my mouth, my pussy clenching thinking about his black cock in there again.There was something really wrong with me.But all that changed when he brought her home.I was in the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water, when I heard the front door open, then his deep rumbling laugh. Then a girl's soft giggle, like whatever he said, was the funniest thing she's ever heard. "Ashley, Dad....this is Kayla. My girlfriend."The bottle slipped from my hands and landed on the floor with a dull thud. What the hell?I quickly picked it up and dumped it back in the fridge. Stepping into the hallway, and there she was. A light-skinned black girl with long braids, a
JESS'S POV It's been two days, and I still can't sit properly without wincing at the burn. My pussy was still tender and puffy, my body buzzing anytime I rubbed my thighs together.Every step I took reminded me of how he humiliated me on the dining table, slapping my pussy raw.Blane acted like nothing ever happened. He walked past me in the hallway like he couldn't even see me.When we ate breakfast together, he called me "princess" in that mocking tone asking me to pass him the orange juice. Sitting at a table he made me squirt my insides out.I wanted to claw his eyes out, ripping them off his handsome face.Mom and Blane's dad finally arrived today. Already arguing as they got in, about heavy suitcases and being jetlagged.They disappeared upstairs, after giving us stiff hugs and asking stupid questions. Not because they truly cared, but rather because they wanted to play the role of attentive parents.I was currently in the living room pretending to watch some trashy show, bu
CHAPTER ONE: THE HATED BONDJESS'S POVI swear I hate him. Every single inch of his stupid, smug, handsome face. Blane walks around the house like he owns it, his black tall ass taking up all the room.Blane is six feet tall of pure arrogance, so disrespectful and evil. Today was like every other day. A day of chaos.This prick ate my yoghurt I was saving for my salad mix. I called him out, and what did he do?He cursed me out, calling me a spoiled bitch who thinks the fridge has my name on it. We were full-on screaming at each other. As usual, our parents were on another random business trip in Dubai. Their cliche excuse to fuck in fancy hotel rooms.So, nobody was there to stop us. Just the two of us, screaming at each other across the kitchen island.Next thing I knew, he moved to where I was and gripped me hard by my throat. Just hard enough to shut me up.My back hit the table as he pushed me backwards, his hands surely going to leave bruises.“You need to learn when to keep
Anna's POV I couldn't stop.I didn't even want to. After that day on Dr Hale's desk, it was like a slutty switch was switched inside me. My body craved his cock constantly. Every day I found one stupid excuse or the other to go to the hospital. “It's a follow-up checkup,” I told the receptionist. “I have some questions about my results,” I told a nurse another time.They never questioned it.Why would they? I was Marcus' patient. Also, Dr Hale was ever happy to “see” me.We fucked everywhere in that hospital. In his office, the door locked, with me bent over his desk, panties around my ankles while he pounded my dripping snatch from behind. His fat tool stretches my cunt walls wide, balls slapping my clit with every brutal thrust. Sometimes, we would deceive ourselves into a physical exam, but instead of a checkup using medical tools, it was his tongue buried in my pussy. I licked and sucking my swollen clit until I squirted all over his face. Then, he'd ram his fat meat insi
MARCUS' POVIt was five minutes before I clocked out of the hospital, and I was still at my desk, all thoughts on Anna. Another man's wife. The kiss we had in the parking lot was so reckless, and we'd almost been caught by Tom. Turns out the idiot stepped on gum and was screaming like a fucking banshee.So pathetic. I couldn't stop thinking of her. All through that dinner, her nipples were poking through that sheer material. It took a lot of self-control for me not to yank her dress down, pull her onto the table, rip her panties off and shove my heavy cock into her. Every woman I fucked since that night at the bar paled in comparison to her. The way she moaned like a whore, her pussy tightening around me like she wanted to rip my cock off. Fuck! She looked so good on the table at that first physical exam. Her fat tits getting fondled, and her cunt dripping and swollen with my fingers digging into it. But she was married, I told myself. God. I wanted to fuck her that day. Ram
ANNA'S POV The drive back home was pure torture. Every bump on the road made my swollen, sensitive pussy throb harder against my soaked panties. My nipples were still tingling from Dr Hale's rough hands, rubbing roughly against my bra. A lot of emotions were going through me, anger winning against the others. But still turned on so much I could barely think straight. When I got home, I was surprised to see Tom at home, lounging on the couch. “ How did it go?” he asked looking at me. I froze. I wanted to just spill the truth. I was getting tired of the lies and betrayals, but I couldn't. I could just imagine the look on my husband's face when I tell him Marcus fingered his wife's pussy until she almost came. Of course, I couldn't say that. So I lied. “It went well” I said softly, making sure my face didn't give anything away. “He said everything looked good. And he thinks there's a chance of me getting pregnant soon.” Tom's face lit up like a Christmas tre







