Jamal Gets Susan Again
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During the weekend I had discussed with my husband Victor about my new black cock whore condition.
A few days before we had gone to Paula’s home, where she had introduced us to Jamal, her brand new black stud and boyfriend.
After a while chatting during the party, Jamal had noticed my wild arousal for his black cock and he had ended fucking me in front of all our friends, including his girlfriend and my hubby.
Victor ended quarreling so bad, until he yelled at me I could do whatever I wanted. So, now I could fuck Jamal anytime I wanted… or when he wanted…
Two days later at early evening I got dressed in front of a mirror.
A very slutty married bitch for black cock looked back at me.
In the afternoon I had been shopping with my naughty girlfriend Maura; we had purchased lots of sexy lingerie outfits…
I had chosen a sexy black lycra dress to wear tonight. It was split down the front, almost to my belly button and it just could contain my huge boobs. It barely covered my bum when I was standing and when I sat down it rode up, revealing almost my entire thighs...
The black stocking tops only just reached the hem of the dress, matching with some killer heels, eight inches high.
My sensual friend Paula would wear a similar black dress.
Both of us would not wear lingerie; not even a tiny thong…
When I finished my make-up, I went downstairs.
My loving Victor was sitting there, watching a basketball game.
He looked at my but said nothing at all; but I smiled to myself, noticing poor hubby had a noticeable hard on inside his trousers.
I did not even say goodbye to him; just closed the door behind me.
The limo arrived just a minute minutes later.
Jamal was in the back seat, with Paula.
I joined them and my Black Master kissed my red lips hard, as I groaned as a little wave of pleasure washed over my body…
Jamal just stared at me and I almost got an intense orgasm…
“Where are we going?” I asked him.
“We are going wherever, bitch… Who do you belong to…?”
He asked me, as he shoved a finger between my wet pussy lips.
I came hard on his finger, trying to get Paula unaware of that…
“I belong to you. You own me; you own my cunt and my ass…”
I replied, as I stared him in the eyes, feeling my wet cunt tingling.
My dress had ridden up, showing my entire long legs. My nipples were fully erect. Jamal’s presence there was turning me on, again.
I wanted to feel his cock inside me; I wanted him to fuck me again, as he had fucked me before…I wanted to feel his black whore…
A groan escaped my lips, as I had an orgasm by thinking of this.
Jamal smiled and then shoved his fingers inside my cunt again.
“You came again, bitch… so wet now…” He whispered in my ear.
The club we headed was full of black men. Not a single white face in sight; not even another white woman after Paula and me.
My breath was short again, ass all the eyes fell on my tight body.
Paula and I went to the bar and Jamal ordered us to wait there.
We sat on the high stools and our Black Master handed us a couple of margaritas, before he would disappear upstairs.
A few young black guys were soon hovering around Paula and me.
One rubbed my leg and ran his hand up to the hem of my dress.
I smiled at him, but I did not say anything. My skin was tingling…
Paula was receiving some attention also. One guy cupped her tits.
“Whose whore are you?” The guy who was touching me asked.
“Jamal owns me…” I told him defiantly, looking him in the eyes.
“Oh, sorry, I did not know…” He apologized. Both guys drifted off…
Paula smiled at me and then I told her that it would be nice to let this young black stud to fuck me…
But she replied that now I belonged to Jamal…
Our Black Master came back, saying it was time to leave.
The limo sped us away and we stopped outside a luxury hotel.
Jamal instructed Paula to stay there and entertain two of his black customers during the rest of the night… She kissed me and left.
Then my black man told me he was in the mood for a good sex session in my own home. When we arrived, the lights were still on. Victor was there sitting in the sofa, watching TV.
“Hey man, tomorrow you will take your slutty wife to a couple of places for me, she will know where to go. You can fuck her after she get back in the evening…”
He addressed to my loving husband.
Victor just nodded with his head.
My bastard nigger stud added, as he laughed:
“You can come upstairs and watch, while I fuck her properly...”
Hubby followed us and sat down on a chair, in our bedroom.
He held a video camera, provided by Jamal…
Victor filmed as the black bull fucked me in the doggie position.
He went too deep, so very deep and I came in less than two minutes, screaming and shouting his name; begging for more...
The bed was cracking and banging onto the bedroom wall.
I felt his black dick like a steel rod pounding me. I came again, then again, as one orgasm rolled into yet another and another one.
Suddenly Jamal pulled his cock out of me. He had not come yet. He held me with one hand, as he rubbed his huge cockhead across my very tight rosebud. I instinctively clenched.
“Relax, Ana, my white married bitch… relax. You will love this…”
“But… you mean up my asshole?”
“Yes, babe right in your nice tight sweet ass… now hold tight…”
I braced myself, as I felt him push gently against my little tiny hole. His bulbous cock pushed and my tight rear door held him back.
He insisted pushing even harder, as I tried to relax my muscles.
I wanted to feel him inside me again, even up there in my anus. The head was in. It hurt, it hurt a lot, as if he were tearing me in two, but amongst the pain, through my tears and cries, I got some traces of pleasure.
I felt his cock filling my anus, as I rubbed hard my clit.
Victor was right in front of me, pointing the camera at us.
Jamal breathed hard on my neck, as he slid further into me, then further still. I was coming and I panted heavily, screaming out:
“Fuck my ass; Jamal…please!”
I yelled at him, through gritted teeth and tears.
The pain was fading, replaced by something I could not define.
He started pounding me then; very slowly at first, going a little deeper with each thrust.
Several wild orgasms washed through me, wave after wave.
I screamed out like crazy again and again. He was fucking my asshole hard now, really hard, gripping my hips, thrusting deep inside me. I felt his cock throb, sensing he was close to come.
I yelled loud, begging him to come in my ass…
I woke up in the morning, finding I was alone on the marital bed.
I stretched my arms, remembering last night. That night of utter depravity, pleasure and pain. I could remember when Jamal made Victor clean up his mess.
My obedient loving husband licked Jamal’s semen, as it trickled out of my sore and fully stretched anus.
I smiled to myself and heard voices downstairs.
I slipped on a night gown and went down to the living room.
Jamal was there, naked, talking to Paula. My girlfriend looked tired, after spending the whole night in the hands of two black bulls…
Victor was sitting at the table, looking miserable.
I took a shower and he then drove me as he had been instructed to. First we went to a house near the coast, about one hour away.
I was dressed sexy; a green lime short dress, high heels, no thong.
I rang the bell at a very beautiful English Manor type.
I knew why I was here. I was here to fuck, and be truly fucked.
There lived an old customer, who had done Jamal a great favor and now I was the way to thank him.
The door opened and I went in. He was black, a tall shaven head black man, with a deep voice. He was not young. He was polite.
The man made me keep my dress on, as I squatted over his face.
I came, just a little, as he licked my pussy lips. His cock was huge.
It was hard, massive and shiny, just how I liked them.
I took it into my mouth. I licked it, I sucked on that tremendous rod.
He came in my mouth. I got every drop and swallowed it all.
Then he pushed me back onto the carpet, in front of the bonfire.
He was hard again. I arched my back as he entered me.
He fucked me until I could not think straight anymore.
Three hours after I had walked in, I left the house.
Hubby was waiting outside and he had to help me get into the car.
I had been truly fucked so hard and I was exhausted.
Then my loving husband drove me to the next address.
I could feel my cunt wet and sticky, pussy lips very swollen and red. We stopped outside a tattoo parlor.
After checking the address, I just stumbled inside the place.
A huge black man was waiting for me.
He made me lay on my back and lifted my tight dress.
The artist made me a very little tattoo just above my clit; a nice ace of spades. He then flipped me over the chair and fucked me in the ass for a long while, until he filled my bowels with his warm cum.
Then Victor drove me home again.
When we arrived home, I made him lick all the mess that those black men had left in my cunt and ass.
After cleaning me, I allowed him fuck me in the doggie position.
After filling my cunt, he withdrew and I flipped over to my back.
It was then when Victor discovered my brand new tattoo.
He opened his eyes very wide, getting a funny expression…
“Oh yes… Jamal wants everybody knows a black man owns me…”
A few days before we had gone to Paula’s home, where she had introduced us to Jamal, her brand new black stud and boyfriend.
After a while chatting during the party, Jamal had noticed my wild arousal for his black cock and he had ended fucking me in front of all our friends, including his girlfriend and my hubby.
Victor ended quarreling so bad, until he yelled at me I could do whatever I wanted. So, now I could fuck Jamal anytime I wanted… or when he wanted…
Two days later at early evening I got dressed in front of a mirror.
A very slutty married bitch for black cock looked back at me.
In the afternoon I had been shopping with my naughty girlfriend Maura; we had purchased lots of sexy lingerie outfits…
I had chosen a sexy black lycra dress to wear tonight. It was split down the front, almost to my belly button and it just could contain my huge boobs. It barely covered my bum when I was standing and when I sat down it rode up, revealing almost my entire thighs...
The black stocking tops only just reached the hem of the dress, matching with some killer heels, eight inches high.
My sensual friend Paula would wear a similar black dress.
Both of us would not wear lingerie; not even a tiny thong…
When I finished my make-up, I went downstairs.
My loving Victor was sitting there, watching a basketball game.
He looked at my but said nothing at all; but I smiled to myself, noticing poor hubby had a noticeable hard on inside his trousers.
I did not even say goodbye to him; just closed the door behind me.
The limo arrived just a minute minutes later.
Jamal was in the back seat, with Paula.
I joined them and my Black Master kissed my red lips hard, as I groaned as a little wave of pleasure washed over my body…
Jamal just stared at me and I almost got an intense orgasm…
“Where are we going?” I asked him.
“We are going wherever, bitch… Who do you belong to…?”
He asked me, as he shoved a finger between my wet pussy lips.
I came hard on his finger, trying to get Paula unaware of that…
“I belong to you. You own me; you own my cunt and my ass…”
I replied, as I stared him in the eyes, feeling my wet cunt tingling.
My dress had ridden up, showing my entire long legs. My nipples were fully erect. Jamal’s presence there was turning me on, again.
I wanted to feel his cock inside me; I wanted him to fuck me again, as he had fucked me before…I wanted to feel his black whore…
A groan escaped my lips, as I had an orgasm by thinking of this.
Jamal smiled and then shoved his fingers inside my cunt again.
“You came again, bitch… so wet now…” He whispered in my ear.
The club we headed was full of black men. Not a single white face in sight; not even another white woman after Paula and me.
My breath was short again, ass all the eyes fell on my tight body.
Paula and I went to the bar and Jamal ordered us to wait there.
We sat on the high stools and our Black Master handed us a couple of margaritas, before he would disappear upstairs.
A few young black guys were soon hovering around Paula and me.
One rubbed my leg and ran his hand up to the hem of my dress.
I smiled at him, but I did not say anything. My skin was tingling…
Paula was receiving some attention also. One guy cupped her tits.
“Whose whore are you?” The guy who was touching me asked.
“Jamal owns me…” I told him defiantly, looking him in the eyes.
“Oh, sorry, I did not know…” He apologized. Both guys drifted off…
Paula smiled at me and then I told her that it would be nice to let this young black stud to fuck me…
But she replied that now I belonged to Jamal…
Our Black Master came back, saying it was time to leave.
The limo sped us away and we stopped outside a luxury hotel.
Jamal instructed Paula to stay there and entertain two of his black customers during the rest of the night… She kissed me and left.
Then my black man told me he was in the mood for a good sex session in my own home. When we arrived, the lights were still on. Victor was there sitting in the sofa, watching TV.
“Hey man, tomorrow you will take your slutty wife to a couple of places for me, she will know where to go. You can fuck her after she get back in the evening…”
He addressed to my loving husband.
Victor just nodded with his head.
My bastard nigger stud added, as he laughed:
“You can come upstairs and watch, while I fuck her properly...”
Hubby followed us and sat down on a chair, in our bedroom.
He held a video camera, provided by Jamal…
Victor filmed as the black bull fucked me in the doggie position.
He went too deep, so very deep and I came in less than two minutes, screaming and shouting his name; begging for more...
The bed was cracking and banging onto the bedroom wall.
I felt his black dick like a steel rod pounding me. I came again, then again, as one orgasm rolled into yet another and another one.
Suddenly Jamal pulled his cock out of me. He had not come yet. He held me with one hand, as he rubbed his huge cockhead across my very tight rosebud. I instinctively clenched.
“Relax, Ana, my white married bitch… relax. You will love this…”
“But… you mean up my asshole?”
“Yes, babe right in your nice tight sweet ass… now hold tight…”
I braced myself, as I felt him push gently against my little tiny hole. His bulbous cock pushed and my tight rear door held him back.
He insisted pushing even harder, as I tried to relax my muscles.
I wanted to feel him inside me again, even up there in my anus. The head was in. It hurt, it hurt a lot, as if he were tearing me in two, but amongst the pain, through my tears and cries, I got some traces of pleasure.
I felt his cock filling my anus, as I rubbed hard my clit.
Victor was right in front of me, pointing the camera at us.
Jamal breathed hard on my neck, as he slid further into me, then further still. I was coming and I panted heavily, screaming out:
“Fuck my ass; Jamal…please!”
I yelled at him, through gritted teeth and tears.
The pain was fading, replaced by something I could not define.
He started pounding me then; very slowly at first, going a little deeper with each thrust.
Several wild orgasms washed through me, wave after wave.
I screamed out like crazy again and again. He was fucking my asshole hard now, really hard, gripping my hips, thrusting deep inside me. I felt his cock throb, sensing he was close to come.
I yelled loud, begging him to come in my ass…
I woke up in the morning, finding I was alone on the marital bed.
I stretched my arms, remembering last night. That night of utter depravity, pleasure and pain. I could remember when Jamal made Victor clean up his mess.
My obedient loving husband licked Jamal’s semen, as it trickled out of my sore and fully stretched anus.
I smiled to myself and heard voices downstairs.
I slipped on a night gown and went down to the living room.
Jamal was there, naked, talking to Paula. My girlfriend looked tired, after spending the whole night in the hands of two black bulls…
Victor was sitting at the table, looking miserable.
I took a shower and he then drove me as he had been instructed to. First we went to a house near the coast, about one hour away.
I was dressed sexy; a green lime short dress, high heels, no thong.
I rang the bell at a very beautiful English Manor type.
I knew why I was here. I was here to fuck, and be truly fucked.
There lived an old customer, who had done Jamal a great favor and now I was the way to thank him.
The door opened and I went in. He was black, a tall shaven head black man, with a deep voice. He was not young. He was polite.
The man made me keep my dress on, as I squatted over his face.
I came, just a little, as he licked my pussy lips. His cock was huge.
It was hard, massive and shiny, just how I liked them.
I took it into my mouth. I licked it, I sucked on that tremendous rod.
He came in my mouth. I got every drop and swallowed it all.
Then he pushed me back onto the carpet, in front of the bonfire.
He was hard again. I arched my back as he entered me.
He fucked me until I could not think straight anymore.
Three hours after I had walked in, I left the house.
Hubby was waiting outside and he had to help me get into the car.
I had been truly fucked so hard and I was exhausted.
Then my loving husband drove me to the next address.
I could feel my cunt wet and sticky, pussy lips very swollen and red. We stopped outside a tattoo parlor.
After checking the address, I just stumbled inside the place.
A huge black man was waiting for me.
He made me lay on my back and lifted my tight dress.
The artist made me a very little tattoo just above my clit; a nice ace of spades. He then flipped me over the chair and fucked me in the ass for a long while, until he filled my bowels with his warm cum.
Then Victor drove me home again.
When we arrived home, I made him lick all the mess that those black men had left in my cunt and ass.
After cleaning me, I allowed him fuck me in the doggie position.
After filling my cunt, he withdrew and I flipped over to my back.
It was then when Victor discovered my brand new tattoo.
He opened his eyes very wide, getting a funny expression…
“Oh yes… Jamal wants everybody knows a black man owns me…”
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