<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(247, 218, 100)">Pairing:</span></b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(247, 218, 100)"> Cassandra<br/>
<b>Location:</b> Main Living Room<br/>
<b>Tagged: Jamal</b><br/>
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She listened to Jamal's itinerary for her white married flesh and nodded somewhat in shock.  She tried to rationalize that it was just male bravado, he wasn't super human or anything, he would cum and she would clean him up and be done with it.  Yes it was degrading, the thought of tasting her own sex but if she was to learn to keep her own husband satisfied, clearly she would need to open her horizons.  But then he mentioned her ass and without thinking said "Simon never..." her words trailed off, she couldn't bare to talk about her husband while on her knees in front of another man.  <br/>
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Her eyes focused on Jamal's massive cock, she kept telling herself this is what her husband wanted.  She raised her left hand as he positioned himself.  She used her thumb to straighten her engagement and wedding band, holding it as sort of a talisman against the black magic of Jamal's inhuman sized cock.  She lowered her hand to brace herself as he reached between her legs.  Looking down, he was right, she had a perfect view of him violating her married pussy.  First it was his fingers again, her pelvis rocked at his touch, her core muscles on a hair trigger of arousal.  She was sopping wet and he made a point of making sure they both knew it.  She was suddenly grateful that her husband wasn't here to witness her body's betrayal of their wedding vows.  His black finger glistened with her arousal and he smeared it on her lips.  She snarled her lips in an almost growl but she kept her head still and proud as if trying to preserve some small amount of dignity as this stranger molested her body at her husband's request.  She obediently sucked on his fingers as they pressed into her mouth.  It was tangy but not altogether unpleasant, more the idea that disgusted her than the actual flavor.  <br/>
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She took a deep breath as he scooted closer, one hand aiming his thick cock at her pink pussy lips.  She kept looking down with a feeling of horror mixed with fascination.  To her shame, her hips shifted almost on their own as if to present herself to him.  Her primal instincts to be bred by a powerful male kicking in and overriding her sense of propriety.  She parted her lips once more for him as he kissed her.  Her eyes went wide as she felt him find her entrance and begin to push into her.  Her cry was muffled by his lips and tongue as she felt him stretch her pussy.  It wasn't overwhelming quite yet thickness wise, but knowing it wasn't her husband's cock entering her made her feel shameful.  <br/>
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Once his cock found its target his hands were again free  and they went to her breasts.   He would again find she was at peak arousal, her body primed even if her heart and mind were not quite.  Breaking his kiss he again encouraged her to look down and she could not resist despite her shame.  It was almost like an out of body experience, that couldn't possibly be her pussy about to be impaled on the thick black spear of Jamal's cock.  <br/>
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All other thoughts left Cassie's mind as she watched him enter her like a slow motion car wreck.  "Ahhhmmm."  Her mouth looked like she was ready to scream but it was nearly silent as she felt him stretch her and enter her.  As his hands claimed her hips, hers went to his shoulders, as if she was bracing herself to push him away.  She threw her head back "Oh God."  She moaned then looked back down as if she were afraid to miss so much of an inch of him enter her.  He started to work in and out, each forward thrust sinking him deeper into her.  She could see the high water mark of his cock each time he pulled back, showing the wetness of her pussy and how deep he had filled her.  <br/>
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As he neared the last couple of inches of cock her small white hands pushed against his shoulders but only managed to push herself back onto the couch.  "Aaahhh"  she let out a louder cry as she could feel him penetrate deeper than she had ever been filled before.  Looking down at her tummy she could almost swear she could see his thickness, her hands caressed her tummy as if to see if she could feel him within her.  <br/>
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She had no words as he asked how it felt.  She could only nod her head and both of them would notice her hips beginning to rock as if her body was begging him to start fucking her.  Her head kept nodding even as he asked if she wanted to be fucked like a whore by daddy, but it wasn't real clear her brain was really processing much of anything at that point.  </span>