Jo Watkins - Company Whore 03

Intro

Here are a series of shorter stories, as Jo continues to enjoy black. Following on from having her friends enjoying learning about her lifestyle

Jo Watkins a black owned milf experiences a week becoming her husbands Company Whore.

Chapter 3 A Walk on the Wildside/Parklife

By seven o'clock in the evening, Jo had slipped into a low-cut black dress, still showing lots of breast and cleavage. Of course Darius was delighted at how Jo looked. Simon had arranged a dinner at a country pub, giving Darius a taste of England. Where the guys looked casual, Jo wanted to look her best. People would be looking at her in her heels and on the arm of a Black man. Yes, Jo would be escorting Darius and not be sitting on the side of the table of her husband.

One thing that stood out was that Jo was going out still wearing her collar. Normally only worn for times when her master came; this time she was wearing it going out with a new master. For now Darius would let her off the leash, but he would take it with them.

Simon got into the driver's seat, but Darius held the door open to the back door of the car for Jo so she would sit with him. Jo sat in the centre, in full view of the rear view mirror. Which meant Simon could see Darius enjoying kissing his wife. If he ever looked close enough, he would see Darius enjoying feeling her tits, and of course her enjoying it too. When his hand slipped between her thighs, he couldn't see it, but Jo made sure that Simon was well aware of where Darius's hands were being applied. He really enjoyed teasing and touching Jo's flesh above her stockings around her pussy.

The feel of his hands running over the smooth skin on her upper thighs. Jo had pulled her dress up to allow him the perfect view of that white skin. His hands wandering over her thigh, moving towards her pussy. "Oh Darius, your hands on my thighs feel so good. Oh yes, please, that's it; my pussy's yours." Jo deliberately chose her words, allowing her husband to know exactly what Darius was doing to her. He couldn't turn around; he had his eyes on the road. Darius's fingers now started to rub the thong Jo was wearing, feeling for her slit, pushing the material sliding in between her lips, soaking up the juices that were starting to ooze.

Subtle moans of pleasure escaped Jo's lips as Darius continued to tease her pussy. All Simon could do was look in the rearview mirror at his wife's face as she was pleasured. The look of lust. Reaching across and pulling Darius in for a snog in the back of the car as his fingers teased. Jo was soaked by the time they got to the pub. It was only after Jo got out of the car that she pulled her dress down. Anyone in the car park would have been treated to her bare arse and stockings as she climbed out of the car quite brazenly. The heels didn't really go with the gravel in the car park, but she made her way to the front door arm in arm with Darius as Simon walked several paces behind. As Jo asked about the table in the name of Watkins, they were guided to the back of the restaurant. Darius enjoyed cupping her arse with his hand; Simon had the perfect view again, walking behind his wife and his new business partner. Jo sat with Darius, and Simon sat alone on the other side of the table. First course down, and Darius was enjoying his Budweiser, his hand on Jo's thigh as she sipped her red wine. The hem of her dress was moving higher and higher. Stocking tops were showing as well as bare skin. The talk which had been about food so far turned to whether Jo could drive the car.

"So Simon, I wouldn't mind Jo showing me a bit more (was he referring to herself or the town?). Any chance that you could get a taxi back and let Jo drive the car?" Darius smiled at Simon; what Simon didn't know were the thoughts that were running through his head of how he could have some extra fun with Jo. Darius was very creative.

Simon looked at the two of them together. He would be returning to the house alone, wondering what they were up to. All he knew was that his wife would be thoroughly enjoying the attention of this Black man one way or another. "Yeah, that's fine. I'll get a taxi back. Jo, you better only have the one glass of wine." She nodded to this request. He pushed the keys over to her side of the table.

As the mains came out, the waiter placed down Darius's steak and Jo's roast; he had a view of the stocking-clad legs with Darius's hand on her bare thigh. He looked down at Darius, who winked at him. For an older woman, the waiter thought, she looked pretty good even if she was slightly older than the man she was with. The first thing he had noticed was that she was quite happy in showing off a lot of cleavage, and she had a tattoo on one of her breasts. Now having seen her showing off so much leg, her dress pulled up, he was even more intrigued. So when he returned to ask if the food was ok, he did find himself staring at Jo. Those tits had a spade tattooed on with a Q in it, and even while they were eating, she didn't slide her dress down. As he walked away, he swore he heard the Black man ask the white man. How did it feel to see your wife fucked? If only he could have stayed and listened. Out the back he mentioned to one of the other waiters what he had seen and heard. He quickly grabbed his phone and asked, 'Google 'spade tattoo with q in it.' He read down the page; all of a sudden, one bit of it sounded strangely familiar, possibly.

It can denote an interracial dynamic or preference involving white women and Black men.

She was sitting with the Black guy; was it possible she was married to the white guy opposite? This kind of thing just didn't happen around here. This was middle-class Britain. Who lets Black men fuck their wives?

As he went back to clear the plates, he noticed the rings on the white male and female. Then he received even more of a shock. Yes, they were sitting in a very quiet part of the restaurant, but he had never expected to see this woman's dress pulled up so high and her position so that her knickers were showing. His mouth just opened; of course Darius noticed and immediately put his hand on her panty-clad pussy and rubbed it. The waiter didn't know where to look and flushed up as he cleared the rest of the plates.

He came back to ask if they wanted dessert.

"Jo, why don't you order for us all?" Darius told her.

Jo didn't move her legs, still spread with his hand in between them. "So I think my husband will have the spotted dick with custard, while I will have the apple pie with cream. Can I have extra cream? I love cream on my pie. "Oh, and for you, Darius, why don't you try the knickerbocker glory?"

"Well, I don't know what that is, but if it's got knickers and glory in the name, I'm sure it will be interesting." He responded in his deep American accent.

The waiter went away with even more questions in his head, but he really did suspect that the woman was fucking the American Black man, and she liked being cream pied. As he brought out the food, he presented Simon his spotted dick. Then he placed the apple pie down for Jo. "Your cream pie, madam, I mean apple pie with extra cream." Finally he brought out the knickerbocker glory.

Desserts finished. The waiter came back, but the white woman was missing. "Was everything ok? Did your wife enjoy the extra cream?" The waiter asked Darius.

He replied, "She's his wife, but my fucktoy. Oh, speak of the devil here, she is. Go ahead and give them to him."

"Simon, would you take my knickers home?" She held them out to Simon even though the waiter was present. "I won't be needing them tonight, but they are soaked; take them home and wash them for me." As Simon reached out, she dropped them in his hand.

The waiter brought the bill over. "Simon, I'll pay my treat, and our waiter friend deserves a big tip." Darius took out his cards.

Jo quietly said, "He's not the only one getting a big tip." Loud enough for both Simon and the waiter to hear. Simon said nothing. Simon took the thong and put it in his pocket, knowing full well she was now knickerless and spending the rest of the night with Darius; it could only mean one thing.

The sun was setting as they stood outside waiting for Simon's taxi. They discussed plans for the next day, heading into the office with Simon, and Darius told Simon that Jo would be coming along too; he expected her now to be part of what was going on. The employees would see more of her if she were a company representative. Simon wondered what Darius really had in mind after earlier fucking his wife in front of him. Part of Simon's brain was already thinking that Darius would want to fuck his wife over his own desk in the office. As his taxi pulled away, he looked back and saw Darius's hand on his wife's ass. He knew this was what she wanted, and this was the way he would get the investment he needed.

Jo walked across the gravel to the car ably supported by Darius. He walked her to the driver's seat; she unlocked the car, but he held the door open. Jo climbed in, adjusted the seat and mirrors and got herself comfortable only for Darius to tell her to pull her dress up so her pussy was on show. Obediently Jo did as ordered as Darius went to the back door of the SUV, opened it and grabbed the leash. Coming back to Jo, he saw how high up the dress was and commented on how good she was and then fastened the leash to her collar.

"You will be on your leash for the rest of the evening." Darius instructed her.

"Yes, sir, thank you, sir," Jo replied.

Darius moved round to the passengers' side and climbed in.

"Where to?" asked Jo.

"You obviously live in a middle-class white part of the city. Take us to somewhere that there is more of a Black community." Darius responded.

"Kings Hedges has a bigger Caribbean community; I can drive us there," Jo replied. This was where Jo's daughter lived with her Black boyfriend, Dwayne.

"Maybe you know of a park there?" Darius asked. Jo wondered where this was going, but she would find out soon enough.

"Yes, my daughter lives over there, and there is a park maybe half a mile away from hers." Jo knew the area a little from when she had visited Summer and Dwayne. She remembered the park from a story that Summer had told her about Dwayne making her go out to see if she could earn some money in the park one early Sunday morning. Coming back with a fiver, she got her train fare after giving a blow job in the park to a dog walker.

"Head for there; let's have an evening walk." Nothing was ever as easy as an evening walk with Black men, but that's where Darius wanted to go, and that's where they were heading.

With her dress lifted up, it allowed Darius to tease Jo's pussy throughout the journey.

"Maybe we will pop in and meet your daughter after what I have planned. Did you say she lives with your master?" Darius's fingers reached out and invaded Jo's pussy lips as she put the car into reverse. It felt nice; it felt naughty. Bare and exposed, it was hot and exciting; she loved the feeling.

As Jo accelerated out of the car park, Darius's fingers explored. Jo was trying to focus on the country roads. At the same time, she was feeling sensations from her clit, and her brain was thinking about what's next. Those feelings were running through her body continuously. Darius wasn't stopping even when they hit the lights of town. He was actually tempted to pull her tits out, but he would save that for later in the week.

Jo made her way across town to King's Hedges, where there was a large Caribbean community. She found the entrance to the park car park. There were still a few cars in there, maybe people taking their dogs for a walk. Jo turned to Darius. "So what next? You already have my pussy on fire."

"Time for us to take a walk together, slut. Let's get that pussy some fresh air. When you get out, I want your dress to come to the same level as your pussy. Yes, your stocking tops will be on show as you walk, but you should be proud to be my slut even in public." Darius made his instructions clear.

Jo turned and lowered herself down out of the car; in the meantime, Darius did the same and walked round to where Jo was adjusting her dress to please him. The sight of her in heels and stockings pleased him, and the dress allowed a great view of her tits. Now the dress was rolled up so it barely covered her pussy, the evening air cooling the fire inside it. Jo felt wonderfully exposed. A thrill like sitting in the front garden rubbing herself for Dwayne the morning after the barbeque.

"That's it, perfect. If only your dress had been that short originally, you'd dress conservatively, and you have a gorgeous body. Which you know should be shown off and shared. So I'm going to take you for a little walk around the park. If you attract any attention, you will smile politely. Shall we see what happens?

"Yes, sir, it feels very exciting. I love that you've made me turn my dress up so high and that I have no knickers on. I loved how you touched my pussy on the way here. Now I feel like your dirty whore. Please lead me through the park." Darius didn't need a second invitation once he had heard her words, taking the leash and walking towards the pathway into the park.

Jo was only a stride behind him, strutting her way across the car park. Allowing her hips to sway. This was the strut of a confident slut who enjoyed being seen like this. Her hands held the bottom of her dress so it didn't unfold and cover her back up.

Darius entered the park and was immediately aware of a Black lady with her dog, which was off on the grass. She looked to be in her 50s; she wasn't really paying attention to anything but her dog. As Darius approached her, he said, "Good evening, ma'am." She was shocked that someone spoke, not paying attention to her surroundings but also the American accent.

She turned and said, "Oh hi," her head turning and taking in the sight of the American walking past her, but not only that, she then saw Jo walking behind. Processing what the white woman was wearing. The Black woman turned her head to the other side to watch them walk away from her. She blurted out the word "Slut". To which Jo turned her head and smiled as they continued to walk away from her.

For Darius and Jo it didn't make a difference; they continued on walking. Past a couple of guys who took a long look at the pair. Especially the fact that Jo was on a leash but also that her stockings were very much on show. Both just looked at the pair as they walked away and said to one another, 'You don't see that every day. '

The next to pass them were a couple of 18-year-old Black lads on bikes. Coming towards them, cycling along the path, taking to the grass to go round them. They cycled on but spoke to one another. "Did I imagine that?" "What? That she was on a lead, bro." "Yeah, I thought so." "Want to go back and take another look?" "Yeah, man." The pair turned around and headed back; this time they cruised past Darius and Jo. Already taking in the view of Jo's stockinged legs, they cycled by slowly, making sure they weren't imagining things. They pulled up 200 yards on by a bench. "She damn well was." "What say we sit here and let them walk by, only one way the path goes right past here." Leaving their bikes on the ground, they sat on the bench, feet on the seat and sitting on the back, both looking directly back to where Darius and Jo were walking towards them.

"Looks like you did attract some admirers. Ready to be shown off, slut. Remember what you are." Darius told Jo.

"I am your white slut, collared and leashed. Black-owned. Of course you can show me off to them, Master. That is why you brought me here. Proud to own me." Jo looked at him confidently; she had faith in him that he would look after her. A master sub-bond. They walked on towards the young men.

As they got to the bench, it was Darius that took the initiative. "Hello lads, did you like what you saw? You wanted to see a bit more."

The first lad replied, "You're American; you don't see many women being walked around here. We thought we were seeing things."

"Well, you weren't. "Step forward, pet, say hello," Darius instructed.

Jo stepped forward in front of the two guys. "Hello, gentleman, thank you for noticing me." Jo was ever so polite, and Darius was impressed with how she handled the situation.

"English eh, where did you find her? The second youth asked.

"Some white women like just Black; I was lucky enough to find this one through a business contact. Look at her titties; she's marked with the queen of spades. You know what that means, guys?

They looked at one another and climbed off the bench and moved over to Jo. There it was: a queen of spades. On her tits. "You mean she will..."

"I have a suggestion, lads. She's a very greedy cum whore. If I get her to sit down, she can suck you both off, and you can cum over her face and tits. She will love that." Darius, always the businessman, put an offer to the lads; they looked at each other and then both said, "Yeah, why not?"

Darius invited Jo to sit on the bench. With the dress rolled up, it was impossible not to sit with her pussy on show. The lads immediately noticed. "She's knickerless." To which Darius replied, "She has a hot cunt; it needs air. I already fucked it in front of her husband; now it's your turn to cover her in cum."

Jo nodded and reached both arms out as if she wanted both their cocks in her hands.

By now, looking at the white slut, their cocks were getting hard; both whipped their cocks out and put them in her hand, and she pulled them closer. Now her tongue started engaging with one cock, then the other. Going between the two, her hands slowly pumping both cocks. Greedily eagerly, her mouth sank down onto each cock. Working more into her mouth than her throat. It wasn't long before the guys said they were close to cumming. Jo started to wank them while talking to them both, asking them to cum over her white face and tits; she loved black cum. Literally this woman was begging for it from them. The first eruptions started to spray from one cock, then almost instantly the second hit her face, then splashed onto her chest, stream after stream, moans of delight from the guys as she milked their cocks for the black cream. Looking up at them, she was now a sticky mess; finally, the cum stopped, and she let them put their cocks away, pulled out their camera phones and took pictures of the white slut they had encountered.

She was even smiling for the pictures. Not wiping any of the cum off her face or chest.

Out of the corner of his eye, one of the lads noticed two men walking side by side towards them, still a distance away. "Coppers, let's get out of here. They quickly put their phones away and climbed on their bikes and sped off, leaving Darius with Jo on the bench cum-covered.

"Let me handle it," Darius said as the policeman walked up to them. "Hello, officers." Again the policemen were surprised to hear an American accent.

"Hello, sir, what do we have here?" The first policeman asked. Jo looked up at the pair of them; maybe they were in trouble, but thankfully they were both Black cops in this area of town. Maybe Darius would talk his way out of this.

"Officer, it's nice to meet you. She's all fine, in fact; as you can see, she is more than fine. She's my pet, my pet slut. In America I don't get the chance to walk them, but here I thought I'd bring her to the park. She got hot, and she found some friends. What can I say? She wanted to please." Darius smiled at the officers.

"Are you ok, Miss?" The second officers asked.

This was Jo's chance to speak. But first she scooped a piece of cum from her tits and placed it on her tongue and swallowed. "Yes, officers, can you not see I'm perfectly alright? I'm never happier than being a cum-covered white slut for my master."

Where she had scooped the cum from had revealed her queen of spades tattoo.

The officer looked and then turned to Darius. "Wow, a queen of spades, impressive. She's from around here."

Before Darius could say anything, Jo jumped in, telling them her full address very willingly. "Officers, if any of you or your Black colleagues would like to come round and check on me..."

"She's insatiable," Darius exclaimed.

"We might just do a routine follow-up even if it is out of our area, but for now we need to know you were happy having sexual acts carried out on you." The cop started undoing his flies and pulled out his black cock. Jo lent forward and immediately stroked it, making it grow hard, slapping it against her face.

"Convinced yet? No, of course not. Maybe if I make you cum over me." Jo stopped speaking and immediately went to work on his cock enthusiastically. Soon she was gagging on this cock.

The second officer stood with Darius. "She's impressive."

"I'm only here for a week, but I want her to feel like a complete whore for me," Darius told him.

"She single?" the officer asked as his colleague's balls were now bouncing off Jo's chin; she was taking it all.

"No, married. I cucked him this afternoon and made him watch. She has a master round here somewhere; I heard she's even been gangbanged by a group of his friends. She is such a good slut for a Black cock." Darius couldn't help but brag about his fucktoy.

"Maybe we could arrange something; there are a few other guys at the station who would..." the officer replied.

"Looks like it's your turn," Darius said as the first officer pulled out of her mouth and cum all over her. "Better sample it."

"Well, if I'm going to have fun with her..." The second officers turned to Jo. Looking a filthy mess. Could you stand up and turn around, please?"

In Jo's head she wondered if he might want to fuck her from behind, but no. He grabbed one hand and slapped a cuff on it, grabbed the other and pulled it behind her back, attaching the other hand cuff to her. Both hands were cuffed behind her back. He walked Jo over to the grass. "Turns out that you are a whore. Luckily for you, you're wearing that black-owned collar; if not, we'd have to take you in. Instead, I'm going to get my money's worth, so get on your knees, whore."

Jo knelt down slowly; her balance was not easy being cuffed. She knew what was coming but not how rough. She opened her mouth. The second cop pulled his cock out and stroked it in front of her. Once hard, he put it in her mouth and gripped the sides of her head. Without saying a word, he started thrusting his cock in her mouth, deeper and deeper. Repetitively thrusting deep into her mouth, making Jo gag. No stopping, this was a skull fucking, no pausing for breath or rest, just taking what he wanted. Thrusting, pumping, basically fucking Jo's mouth without asking. She couldn't even protest. Darius and his partner watched on as he just used Jo's mouth as a hole for his cock. Finally the thrusts led to cum; he didn't pull out. He came down her throat; all she could do was swallow it. Gulping it down.

"Thank you, officer." Jo said politely even if the officer had just forcefully fucked her mouth.

He went behind her and helped lift her up off her knees, her stockings now grass stained. He undid the cuffs. She didn't tell him, but she had found them hot and really enjoyed being cuffed.

As the officers walked off discussing what happened, Darius picked up the leash again. "I think you've had a lot of fun tonight. Maybe you can drive us to your daughters just so I can meet your master. Don't wipe yourself clean."

Jo walked a pace behind again as they returned to the car. Only passing a couple with a dog. The guy just stared at Jo, the cum on her face and tits; his partner dragged him away from looking.

As Jo climbed in the car, she looked at herself in the rearview mirror. A cum-covered mess. Perfect.

Jo rang the doorbell and stood beside Darius. Seconds later the front door opened. A naked 25-year-old, very similar in looks and shape, answered the door. Darius's eyes nearly popped out of his head. This was definitely Jo's daughter. Summer called back to Dwayne. It's Mum, and she's brought a friend." She turned back to her mum. "Come in, Mum, and..."

"Darius King, your dad's new investor," he replied.

"And my mum's black master for the week." Summer said. She ushered him in and then led the way to the living room.

"That's a beautiful tattoo, and a queen of spades too." Darius commented as they walked through the hallway.

Summer came in after her mum. She was standing talking to Dwayne.

"Darius, this is Dwayne. I'm sure you've heard he is Mum's master as well as mine." Summer looked at Dwayne, who was admiring the paint work on Summer's mother.

Dwayne walked over to Darius. "I see you've been letting her have some fun tonight."

"Two youths and two cops believe it or not, she's amazing. I've already convinced her husband that she should be the company whore." Darius said.

"And he cuckolded him while he did it. Made Simon watch," Jo added.

"As we were in the area, I just wanted to meet the man who converted her to black, oh, and the younger version of her. Both a handful," Darius commented.

"Maybe the four of us can do something later on this week," Dwayne suggested, then he leant in. "The two of them together can be quite fun, both Queens."

"I think by the end of the week she will deserve a night out, maybe we could organise something for them. Take my number." Darius and Dwayne were very much alike, where the two women were concerned. They wanted them to enjoy life, knowing if they enjoyed life, the men around them would as well. Darius had watched Jo take four loads in the park this evening; proudly, she still hadn't cleaned herself up, allowing her master and her daughter to see what state she was in. The cum was now drying on her skin.

Mum and daughter talked about Darius.

"He made your father pay me a wage to be the company whore as he put it out. But literally that's what he has me doing. Entertaining a Black man. I blew him this morning, and then when he woke we fucked, and your stepdad ended up watching what he was paying for. "He had my pussy aching all night too," Jo explained.

"It won't stop there, I bet; he sounds like he's as kinky as Dwayne. Vivid imaginations and the opportunity to make things wild excite them. Tell him your fantasies right now, and they will try to make them come true. Last week Dwayne fucked me in a church. It felt so wicked, so unholy, but it was amazing sex." Summer smiled.

The guys came across. "We are going to try and arrange something for the four of us later in the week," Dwayne said.

"Summer, you look amazing. I can tell your mother and daughter have such confidence to stand there as you do. (naked for Dwayne)" Darius reached in and gave her a hug. "But now I must take your filthy whore of a mother back home."

"She looks as if she loved it, Darius. Have fun with her. Mum is just like me; we love to please Black Cock, doing anything for you. Enjoy your week of whoring, Mum; hopefully catch you later on for some fun together." Summer was definitely up for some joint fun.

Finally arriving home, Jo pulled the car up on the drive. Again her pussy was aching from Darius's fingers on the drive back. He couldn't resist playing with her. She was horny and wanted more. As she put the keys in the door, she turned and asked, "Am I sleeping with you?"

"Of course you're damn well sleeping in my bed all week; I want to go to bed with you and wake up in the morning. Let your husband hear you screaming with pleasure." He replied.

"So you're going to fuck me tonight." Jo said with a twinkle in her eyes.

"Look at you. You deserve it, but first let your husband see what a mess you are; telling him what you did let him take your dress off and smell your cum-covered body." Darius knew that Jo showing her husband would just cuck him even more and would thrill her.

Jo walked upstairs and into Simon's study while Darius headed to the master bedroom.

Simon swivelled in his chair to see Jo stood in front of him, her face and chest covered in dry cum. "I take it you had a good evening then." He asked.

"This, yes." Help me out of my dress, and I'll tell you." Simon went behind her and unfastened it and pulled the zip. "Firstly, he took me for a walk through the park in Kings Hedges. There we came across youths, 18 or 19; they had a good look at me being led on the leash, then Darius offered my services to make them cum over me. Which obviously they did, but they weren't the only ones." Jo's dress was on the floor by now, and she had turned around to let Simon enjoy her cum-painted body. Seeing how much dried cum she had on her.

They disappeared off as they saw two policemen walking through the park. Of course Darius talked to them, and one came over me, but the other handcuffed me, put me on my knees and skull-fucked me, cumming down my throat. I had no control at all; it was fantastic." Simon knew as Jo purred over these men they had all been Black.

"Look at me, smell me, cum covered. I look disgusting, don't I, but I feel fantastic. I loved sucking their cocks, even being handcuffed and used as a hole. Darius did this for me. Know I'm going to bed WITH HIM. Don't worry, I'm pretty sure your investment is safe, but keep doing as he says, and I will too. Right now I'm his cum whore. Who knows what he will want tomorrow?" Jo bent over and picked up her dress; her naked ass was on show, but Simon was going nowhere near it.

As Jo went into the bedroom, there was Darius naked on the bed waiting for her. She walked over beside the bed so he had the best view of her, including the reflection in the mirror. She slipped off her heels and put one leg up on the bed and slowly unclipped the stocking. Slowly, teasingly, she rolled it down her thigh over her knee and down her heel. Slowly removing it from her foot, holding it out and straightening it. Repeating the process with the other one, letting Dariys watch her undress slowly. Slipping the suspender belt off, which had framed her bare pussy. Now just standing in the bustier, removing it, letting it drop to the floor, she leaned on the bed, her 38D tits hanging down.

"Did you enjoy yourself tonight? Because I did, thank you, Daddy. Would you like me to wash it off before I come to bed or sleep as a filthy whore?" She proactively asked, her cum-covered chest right there for him to see.

"Shower in the morning; you smell filthy. I think you like that. But I still want you tonight. Get your lube. I haven't had your arse yet, and I want it now. Is that a problem?" Darius looked at his filthy bitch, awaiting her reaction.

"Of course not, Daddy, I want your cock in my ass. You deserve to fuck all my holes." She reached into a drawer and then handed him the lube. Lay beside her, her back to him. Seeing her reflection in the mirror, cum-covered, now time for more. Minutes later she felt his cock pushing through; her moans started to fill the house again.