<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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Cassie had little idea if she was doing any of this right but she accepted his deep low moans of pleasure as a good indicator.  She gave a small yet audible whimper when he called her a whore.  She blinked and a tear may have fallen from one eye but she blinked the rest away as she continued to suck.  She didn't wear much makeup, for which she was grateful as he rubbed his glistening black cock and balls on her face.  Even with her husband, sucking cock on her knees like this always made her feel degraded and Jamal's black skin and coarse words only emphasized that feeling.  But at this point, what was she if not a whore?  The truth hurt and all there was left was to either stop and leave or be the best whore she could be.  With her husband upstairs fucking a much more experienced woman, the choice seemed made for her.  <br/>
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She listened carefully as he gave her more instructions, she freed her mouth of his cock, this time not bothering with the thick strand still connecting lip to cock.  "Yes Daddy."   She said almost automatically but as she opened wide to keep sucking she pulled back and asked.  "Each time?"  It wasn't that she didn't understand the 'no exceptions' statement as much as she wondered just how many times he might cum with her tonight.  She and Simon were often a 'one and done' couple, though as newlyweds that had a few multi-climax sessions.  Well multi-climax for him, she wasn't fully certain if she actually came.  She would deny faking it, thinking them more like 'sympathy' climaxes, caught up in her husband's excitement.  She remembered telling a close friend about her dilemma and being told she would know it if she had one.  <br/>
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She was shocked when he gripped his thick cock and slapped her face with it.  "Daddy?"  She looked up at him with a pained expression, she was trying her best and didn't expect such crude treatment.  It was obvious that Simon had always been a caring and gentle lover.  She knew nothing else and everything Jamal did seemed foreign and surprising to her.  Though she couldn't deny her pussy ached to the point that she had to keep her fingers away from her own slit, fortunately in a way, she had both hands full of black cock and balls.  <br/>
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Startled and frightened by the sudden slapping, Cassie obediently opened her mouth as he fed it to her.  She expected to keep sucking the head and maybe an inch or so beyond as she had before but her 'Daddy' had other ideas this time.  She should have been warned by the way he held the back of her head, instead of gently caressing her cheek as before.  He used his powerful body to drive that thick cock deeper into her throat.  She gagged almost immediately, though she managed to control it with a hard swallow.  Tears flowed from both eyes this time, not from emotional trauma but simply the reaction of her face and throat to his thrusts.  Soft black trails followed the tears as her eye liner ran slightly.  Fortunately he didn't press any deeper or much longer.  She would need significant adjustment and practice if she were to ever take much more of him.  <br/>
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When he pulled back she coughed several times, her tits bouncing with each one, her nipples hard points capping each perfect mound.  She looked up as he spoke, her throat too hoarse to reply.  As he spoke she almost wished he would gag her with his cock again.  She barely even reacted to his calling her vagina a cunt, a term she detested, but her mind was too busy taking in the fact that this was about to happen.  <br/>
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Her eyes were wide with disbelief and denial and she was unable to even think of an answer, to if she wanted to watch, let alone articulate it.  He lifted her easily to her feet, her legs wobbly, her pussy lips puffy and wet.  She glanced up to the top of the stairs, hoping beyond hope her husband would come down and rescue her in the nick of time.  But the stairs were empty.  Her heart pounded in her chest as she moved to the couch.  She sat down on the edge, her legs clamped together as her ass rested on the very edge of the cushion.  She knew she was dripping wet, like a whore, but her domestic self worried more about soiling their nice couch with her arousal.  She looked up at Jamal, trembling she slowly opened her thighs.  They went wide enough for her soft pink inner lips to part slightly, they glistened like a morning dew with her wetness.  She sat upright, her hands just to either side of her ass, arms straight and squeezing her pale tits together slightly.  </span>