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Doesn't Pay To Cheat       She stood at the door, wearing a red silk robe, slippers, and nothing else. Blonde hair, blue eyes, and a fabulous figure. She was a trophy wife for a rich businessman. Her lover had just left. A wet gob of cum slid down the inside of her thigh beneath her robe as she stood in the doorway watching his car drive away. Across the street, a man got out of the blue van which was parked there. Unusual for a black man to be in this neighborhood, some tradesman she supposed, ready to ask directions. "Amber?" he asked. "Yes, can I help you," she replied. "I’m Harry, with Professional Security Investigations, and I have something to show you. May I come in?" "You need to come back when my husband is here," she replied. He looked at her for a moment, then took a photo out of the briefcase he was holding. He handed her the photo which she almost dropped when she realized that it was a very intimate photo of her and her lover, a photo which had to have been taken in the last hour. "How did you get this?" she asked. "May I come in?" She stepped aside, and he entered through the wide double doors. He looked around at the expensive furnishings, the lush carpet and fine furniture, and said "You are going to miss this." "What do you mean?" "Your husband suspects you of cheating on him, with your tennis instructor. Now you and I both know it was not the tennis instructor who just left. You have spent the last hour fucking and sucking with that TV preacher—isn’t that right?" She sat down hard on the sofa and stared at the photo, which showed a naked couple in a 69 position. The only place it could have been taken was from directly above her wide king size bed. While parts of their faces were hidden because of what they were doing, they were easily recognizable as her and the Brother. "Why are you showing this to me? What do you want from me?" she asked, breathing rapidly, almost in shock. "Your husband paid $2,500 for me to get the goods on your cheating and helped me set up the camera. You like that picture? I’ve got over an hour of action tape with audio, that’s just one frame. You stand to get kicked out on your ass with nothing—I’ve seen your pre-nup. The scandal would ruin the Brother's lucrative TV ministry. I think "unnatural acts" is what he calls what you two were obviously enjoying doing with each other, along with a lot of old fashioned fucking. I think you and the Reverend can do better than the $2,500, a lot better." Saying that, he sat down beside her on the sofa and put his hand over on her thigh. "Can we do business, or not?" She gasped a couple of times, wanting to move his hand and not daring to, and stared at the picture again. Then she looked up at him and said "This will ruin me". "Cash" he said, "I need cash, and it is going to take a lot." "I’ve only got a couple of hundred here," she said. "Give it to me, but that won’t even get started. I am thinking about $2,500 a week. Cash. The Reverend can easily rake that much out of the till without anyone noticing. Give me any shit or cause any problems, and it goes up—understand? I will be back here Thursday morning to pick up my money. Don’t get desperate and don’t try anything cute—copies of pictures and the tape will be well hidden, and will come out if anything happens to me." She collapsed back against the back of the sofa, seeing her life about to be in ruins and no way out. "One other thing" he said. "The Reverend can come up with the money easy, you don’t get off free. You have to do your part too." She looked at him blankly, and as he began to massage her thigh, understanding dawned. Her eyes went wide, "You can’t mean..." "Get on your knees. We know you are a cheating slut, you have proven that. You are going to get a chance to do it with a real man instead of that wimpy Reverend." "No, I can’t," she whimpered, but she got down on her knees in front of him. He scooted forward to the edge of the couch and said, "Take it out, and suck it, slut!" She reached up and unzipped his trousers, and reached inside to take out his dick. She gasped when she felt it, she couldn’t reach around it and it wasn’t even hard yet. "No, no," she said, "I can’t do it." "Get to it, bitch. You know you are going to and I know you are going to, so don’t play any fucking games." She loosened his belt, and as he raised his butt off the sofa, slipped down his trousers and shorts. She stared for a minute at the radiator hose growing in size in her hands, then bent forward and took the head in her mouth. She started sucking on it, slowly at first, then began to work her lips and tongue on it as she pumped on the shaft with her hands. It took both hands to reach around it—it was far and away the biggest dick she had ever seen. As she sucked, it continued to grow until it reached its full length, dark black with bulging veins and a lighter colored head. Once it was fully erect, he stood up and kicked his trousers off. He lifted her to her feet and removed her robe. She had a fantastic body like you’d expect from a trophy wife—big tits, small waist, and a lovely ass. He looked at her for a few seconds, gazing from the trimmed blonde pubes to her luscious tits, and back again. He reached out his hand and took her white breast in it, and began to work her nipple. The contrast between his dark skin and her white breast was very erotic. He worked both breasts for a while before the nipples began to respond to his touches. She was starting to breathe hard, and both nipples were erect. She looked at him, then reached down and started stroking his dick with her hand. "Don’t you think you need to take off your shirt and shoes," she said. He kicked off the shoes as she unbuttoned his shirt, then he shrugged out of it. He picked her up and carried her into the bedroom. The bed was still rumpled from what she and the Reverend had been doing, and there was a wet spot about the size of a quarter on the sheets. He laughed, and said "Old Reverend cums like a mouse." He lay her on the bed and began kissing and fondling her breasts and running his fingers over her cunt that was still wet from her earlier fucking with the Reverend and getting wetter fast. She was breathing harder and harder now, starting to pant and work her ass around. She was wanting his fingers inside. He got on his knees beside her face and let her suck his dick some more while he had one hand pulling on a nipple and one hand buried in the blonde fur between her legs. She was sucking now for all she was worth, pumping his dick with one hand and hanging on to his ass with the other. She started cumming, her legs kicking at first, then out stiff and straight as she arched her back into his strong hand. When she relaxed, he moved around between her knees and got up over her. His huge dick was just rubbing her pussy lips, spreading their pinkness. He worked it up and down her slit, as her juices flowed and coated it well. Slowly he put the head in, and began to make short strokes, taking it out at times and rubbing it on her throbbing clit. She started crying out for him to put it in. "I want it, I want it all," she said. "What do you want, tell me what you want," he said. "I want your big black dick, I want it all the way in me," she said. "What about your husband, what about the Reverend," he said. She was getting more and more worked up from his teasing her pussy and clit. Her ass was bouncing off the bed trying to impale herself on him. "Fuck them, I want you and your dick, and I want it now," she said. With that, he thrust powerfully forward into her. Her legs were high over his shoulders as he pistoned his huge dick in and out of her. She started screaming in passion. "Oh God, it’s never been like this, oh God, oh God." Then she settled down to moaning "unhhh, unhhh, unhhh," each time pushed it to her depths. After a few minutes she started cumming again. She wrapped her legs tightly around him to draw him even deeper. He let her finish the orgasm, then slipped his wet dick out with a slurp. She was limp as a dishrag. He rolled her over onto her face, lifted her, and slipped two pillows beneath her pussy, lifting her ass and opening her pink rosebud to him. On his knees between her legs, he began to push his rock hard dick into her asshole. "Stop" she said, "I don’t do that". "You do now" was all he said, as he slid the head into her opening. It was tight, so he pulled his dick out, and slid it back into her pussy from the rear. He repeated this a few times, then her ass was lubricated enough for him to slide inside. She cried out in pain as he took her, but she submitted to his will. Her lilly white ass was tight, as tight around his dick as his own stretched skin. He was holding her hips, pulling her into him as he pushed forward into her. He started long slow strokes, then got faster and faster. He stopped before he came, saying "You need this load in that white pussy, and that is where it is going". He rolled her back over with her ass on the pillows this time, then mounted her again. Deeper and deeper went his strokes as his rhythm grew faster and faster until finally, gasping, he drove a full load deep within her. She came again as she felt the hot cum filling her womb. He got off her, and moved around so that his now wilting dick was by her face. "Clean it" he said. She started licking the cum off his dick: the cum, her wetness, and a trace of shit from her own ass. Even soft she couldn’t get it all in her mouth, so she worked up one side and down the other. She licked his balls clean where the cum and her juices had run down on them, then she lay back, exhausted. She figured she had him now, hooked on her body and her sex. Once she had a man in bed she had him. She was wrong. He got up, went in the other room and got his clothes, and dressed. He walked back into the bedroom. "You know, you tell your husband when to jump, and he jumps. You tell the Reverend when to shit and he shits. That don’t work for me. I tell you what to do, and you do it. You understand! You stay here, you get the money, you give it to me. I don’t care if you fuck them except right before I come, but remember your ass is mine—you don’t let nobody else fuck that ass, you hear me." She nodded. He said, "You hear me? Answer when I talk to you, bitch." "I hear you, nobody else fucks my ass, just you." "Don’t take a bath after I leave; I want your husband eating my come when he thinks he’s eating you. I’ll be here Thursday before the Reverend comes over, he can eat some of my cum too. That’s fine, them eating my cum while I take their money—and me enjoying that fine ass of yours anytime I want it. You mine now, I own you." She whimpered, but nodded. She lay back on the damp silk pillows, her blonde hair matted to her head. "When I come back on Thursday, have my money ready. Don’t fuck nobody before I come, I may want to eat some of that pussy, and I don’t eat seconds. By the way, I know we got some good photos from this session—I’ll bring them for you to look at. I may bring a couple of friends for you to take care of too."

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