Claire Kent Alias Super Sister The Boy from Gotham
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Hi I’m Clare, I’m 22 and I am a complete bitch to my other half! I married my husband George 2 years ago and to be honest the only reason I am with him is because he is loaded and he makes my parents happy. He is tall, pale and skinny and his cock is tiny plus he is a total wimp. George is 10 years older than me but a real push over and does anything for me. I have free reign to his bank account and I am always buying expensive clothes, make up and Jewellery and always unchallenged.
I’ve never had to worry and I don’t work which leaves me to spend lots of time with my friends who all say I could do better. He is certainly punching above his weight and he knows it which is why he gives me an endless supply of money. I am a 5’5” skinny blonde and I always get a lot of attention from the lads, George notices this when we are out so I think he feels threatened. I always dress very classy in designer clothes and usually wear short skirts and dresses with high heels to show off what I think are my best assets, my legs.
Before my husband I dated a guy called Maz who was a Pakistani lad in his mid-thirties. He was so handsome and had a great toned body and an incredible cock but my parents didn’t approve of him. Not because he was Muslim with us being a Christian family but more because he treated me like crap, he only seemed to be interested in me for sex and would rather spend time with his mates. After a while I had to leave him as my parents grew concerned that I was regularly coming home in tears.
The trouble was, the sex with him was amazing which is why I think I persevered. Maz was a real alpha male, a bit of a bad boy you might say and he used to fuck me like a total slut and was always pushing me to do kinkier things. I’m not really a sensual lover, I prefer to be dominated and used by strong men which was the problem with my husband and why he never really satisfies me. George was very gentle and fumbled around and it was all over far too quickly and I confess to laying there thinking about Maz when we had sex.
A few days before my wedding I started to get cold feet. I thought about whether I could spend my life with him, he was terrible in bed but I became accustomed to the lifestyle I had with him so perhaps I could cope with a boring sex life in exchange for his kindness and wealth. I started thinking about Maz and how I’d love once last fling with him, just meaningless fucking. I drafted a text to him saying, “hey stranger, really miss how you used to fuck me. I get married in a few days to George but id really love one last fuck before I do xxx”. My thumb hovered over the send button for an age but despite my conflicting emotions I sent the message. Maz didn’t reply and I felt stupid for even texting him.
It was the day of the wedding and I was in the final stages of getting ready. There I stood in my wedding dress, bridal lingerie underneath with ivory stockings to match and stunning 5” white heels. I asked my father to give me some time to compose myself so he went for a walk and said he would be back in 40 minutes which is when the car would arrive.
I looked at myself in the mirror and was overcome with how innocent and made up I appeared. I went downstairs to grab a drink and as I approached the kitchen there was Maz stood there staring at me. I froze for a moment before walking over to the door and unlocking it. Maz pushed himself against me, looked into my eyes and in an aggressive tone he said “so the skinny white boy isn’t doing it for you eh? You need some Paki cock in you don’t you dirty slut!” Instantly the feelings of old came flooding back, whenever he used to talk to me like that I got so wet and wanted to submit to him and serve him.
I said “Maz, I have to leave in 30 minutes, I can’t” without any real conviction. Ignoring my predicament he pushed me down on to my knees and pulled out his huge brown cock. “Suck it bitch, you know you wanna”. He was right! I opened my mouth and slid my lips down his thick shaft, he groaned with delight and immediately grabbed my head and started to fuck my mouth hard and fast. “Yes white bitch, swallow that Muslim cock, I want you to get married with my Paki cum in you slut”. I pulled away from his cock and stood, turned around and bent over the table with my legs spread. He lifted up my wedding dress revealing my white stockings and panties. I begged him to fuck me like a whore and told him I needed his Muslim seed. He wasted no time in pulling my panties down to my ankles and shoving his cock in my soon to be married white pussy.
He hammered away at my pussy whilst degrading me. “Filthy white bitch, getting rough fucked by Paki cock in your wedding dress while your husband waits at the church eh”? He repeated it and this time demanded that I answer him. “I know Maz, I’m a total slut for Muslim cock and a filthy white slag, let me get married whilst your cum drips from my pussy”. With that he exploded and filled my white pussy with his cum. Suddenly there was a knock at the door, it was my Dad! Maz quickly pulled up his trousers and scurried off out the back of the house whilst I pulled up my panties over my drenched pussy before checking my make up and answering the door.
Dad looked at me and said “you look flustered darling, are you ok?” I brushed it off and said it was last minute nerves as I grabbed my things and promptly jumped into the car. On the way it was mostly silent and all I could think about was whether I could make it through the ceremony without Maz’s Muslim cum dripping down my legs.
The wedding went without a hitch and I did my best to keep my composure throughout even though I knew I’d been a proper bitch. There I was at the altar declaring my love for my husband knowing that less than an hour ago I was bent over our dining room table being pounded by Maz’s cock with his cum still inside me.
George and I are still together but even after the wedding I have continued to see Maz at least twice a week. We fuck every chance we get, usually whilst my husband was at work on our marital bed which really turns him on.
I’ve never had to worry and I don’t work which leaves me to spend lots of time with my friends who all say I could do better. He is certainly punching above his weight and he knows it which is why he gives me an endless supply of money. I am a 5’5” skinny blonde and I always get a lot of attention from the lads, George notices this when we are out so I think he feels threatened. I always dress very classy in designer clothes and usually wear short skirts and dresses with high heels to show off what I think are my best assets, my legs.
Before my husband I dated a guy called Maz who was a Pakistani lad in his mid-thirties. He was so handsome and had a great toned body and an incredible cock but my parents didn’t approve of him. Not because he was Muslim with us being a Christian family but more because he treated me like crap, he only seemed to be interested in me for sex and would rather spend time with his mates. After a while I had to leave him as my parents grew concerned that I was regularly coming home in tears.
The trouble was, the sex with him was amazing which is why I think I persevered. Maz was a real alpha male, a bit of a bad boy you might say and he used to fuck me like a total slut and was always pushing me to do kinkier things. I’m not really a sensual lover, I prefer to be dominated and used by strong men which was the problem with my husband and why he never really satisfies me. George was very gentle and fumbled around and it was all over far too quickly and I confess to laying there thinking about Maz when we had sex.
A few days before my wedding I started to get cold feet. I thought about whether I could spend my life with him, he was terrible in bed but I became accustomed to the lifestyle I had with him so perhaps I could cope with a boring sex life in exchange for his kindness and wealth. I started thinking about Maz and how I’d love once last fling with him, just meaningless fucking. I drafted a text to him saying, “hey stranger, really miss how you used to fuck me. I get married in a few days to George but id really love one last fuck before I do xxx”. My thumb hovered over the send button for an age but despite my conflicting emotions I sent the message. Maz didn’t reply and I felt stupid for even texting him.
It was the day of the wedding and I was in the final stages of getting ready. There I stood in my wedding dress, bridal lingerie underneath with ivory stockings to match and stunning 5” white heels. I asked my father to give me some time to compose myself so he went for a walk and said he would be back in 40 minutes which is when the car would arrive.
I looked at myself in the mirror and was overcome with how innocent and made up I appeared. I went downstairs to grab a drink and as I approached the kitchen there was Maz stood there staring at me. I froze for a moment before walking over to the door and unlocking it. Maz pushed himself against me, looked into my eyes and in an aggressive tone he said “so the skinny white boy isn’t doing it for you eh? You need some Paki cock in you don’t you dirty slut!” Instantly the feelings of old came flooding back, whenever he used to talk to me like that I got so wet and wanted to submit to him and serve him.
I said “Maz, I have to leave in 30 minutes, I can’t” without any real conviction. Ignoring my predicament he pushed me down on to my knees and pulled out his huge brown cock. “Suck it bitch, you know you wanna”. He was right! I opened my mouth and slid my lips down his thick shaft, he groaned with delight and immediately grabbed my head and started to fuck my mouth hard and fast. “Yes white bitch, swallow that Muslim cock, I want you to get married with my Paki cum in you slut”. I pulled away from his cock and stood, turned around and bent over the table with my legs spread. He lifted up my wedding dress revealing my white stockings and panties. I begged him to fuck me like a whore and told him I needed his Muslim seed. He wasted no time in pulling my panties down to my ankles and shoving his cock in my soon to be married white pussy.
He hammered away at my pussy whilst degrading me. “Filthy white bitch, getting rough fucked by Paki cock in your wedding dress while your husband waits at the church eh”? He repeated it and this time demanded that I answer him. “I know Maz, I’m a total slut for Muslim cock and a filthy white slag, let me get married whilst your cum drips from my pussy”. With that he exploded and filled my white pussy with his cum. Suddenly there was a knock at the door, it was my Dad! Maz quickly pulled up his trousers and scurried off out the back of the house whilst I pulled up my panties over my drenched pussy before checking my make up and answering the door.
Dad looked at me and said “you look flustered darling, are you ok?” I brushed it off and said it was last minute nerves as I grabbed my things and promptly jumped into the car. On the way it was mostly silent and all I could think about was whether I could make it through the ceremony without Maz’s Muslim cum dripping down my legs.
The wedding went without a hitch and I did my best to keep my composure throughout even though I knew I’d been a proper bitch. There I was at the altar declaring my love for my husband knowing that less than an hour ago I was bent over our dining room table being pounded by Maz’s cock with his cum still inside me.
George and I are still together but even after the wedding I have continued to see Maz at least twice a week. We fuck every chance we get, usually whilst my husband was at work on our marital bed which really turns him on.
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