Her body betrayed her…

The refurbishment had gone very well. They had taken a chance and hired parolees who were part of a restart program sponsored by the state. All had worked in the building trade prior to their incarceration. They were three well muscled black and mixed race guys. They exuded the arrogance that so many in the building trade exhibit. They had worked hard, done a great job and if one ignored the mildly suggestive flirtations from the young men, they had been very respectful. One was in his fifties, the others were in their twenties.

The older guy, Jake, had gone upstairs to do a final check of the new on suite bathroom. Old larceny habits die hard so he also looked in the other rooms. One bedroom appeared to be the owners’ adult d a u g h t e r’s room. He could not resist looking in the drawers. He found several sex toys which excited him. He’d met her, albeit fleetingly, on the first day of the refurbishment. He stood there going hard imagining one of the toys being used by her on her white cunt. He stuffed a pair of her panties into his pocket to keep as a trophy.

Jake went into the next room. There was an open laptop. Photos of the lady of the house had been left in full view. This had happened to him a few times before he went to prison, usually by guys who liked exposing their wife. A quick look at the browser history showed her husband frequented cuckold sites. Jake took a few breaths. He had not had a woman for three years and here was a guy who seemed to like his wife being fucked by other men.

Dave thought that Jake was taking rather a long time upstairs and so went to check on him.

He berated Jake, “What the fuck do you think you are doing,” when he caught him going through the images of Chrissy on his hard drive. Jake glanced at the growing bulge David couldn’t hide. With a smirk, Jake turned on David, “I’m doing what you hoped I’d do cucky white boy.”

Jake’s menacing tone was a shock to David. A bigger shock was the chisel in Jake’s hand. Yes, David had hoped one of the guys would stumble on the erotic images of Chrissy but he hadn’t bargained on this turn of events. David was shocked when Jake told him to lead the way to his ‘s room. David was tied to the chair in the corner of the room with items of his ‘s clothing. Jake took the biggest dildo he could find from the drawer. It was black and was at least ten inches long. He waved it in front of Dave’s face. We both know where this has been, I wonder if your wife can take it all?

Downstairs, Chrissy’s natural friendliness was being mistaken for flirtation by Edson and Vaughn.

Her braless tits were moving slightly. Her nipples stood proud against the thin cloth of her tee.

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Small change

Dinner was great, one of those Turkish/Greek restaurants in the town, plenty of wine and fizz and a taxi home.
I made all the right moves to get a fuck that night with Sally but my equipment failed me as it usually did. Sally got very bored with my efforts and told me to lick her to orgasm instead. I dutifully slid down the bed until I was kneeling on the floor and squashed my face into her pussy. She always kept it neatly trimmed and in the 8 years we’d been married, it had been my pleasure to fuck. Tonight, she grabbed my hair and pulled me closer in until I was almost gagging. Sally has a great body for a 39 yr old, 36c breasts and short blonde hair.
You’re going to stay there until I cum, Understand?
I nodded as I couldn’t speak.
Sally threw her head back and enjoyed me tonguing her for several minutes.
Come on, get that tongue all the way in, I think it’s about the same size as your dick, she laughed. She’d never said things like that before. She propped herself up and stared into my eyes as I continued my work, Well it’s true, isn’t it ? You have a small dick Tim, very small…
I said nothing, just lapped at her pussy in an effort to please. She lifted my head off her pussy with one hand, Well ? Say it ?
I didn’t want to say anything…….. Tell me you have a small dick……And because I paused again, she slapped me with her other hand. SAY IT ! she yelled..
I mumbled down into the duvet that I had a small dick, but that wasn’t good enough. 
Louder, she yelled.
I have a small dick,
Again !
I have a small dick.
You have a small dick what ?
Sally ?
Nope try again, small dick, you call me Miss….
I have a small dick Miss, I stuttered.
Good, finally you are learning. And what do small dicked men do ?
I guessed, Lick pussy Miss ?
Yep, that’s right, and anything else I say, Got it ??
I mumbled Yes Miss, but it wasn’t loud enough, Pardon ???? Yes Miss, I said louder.
Now, back on my pussy and as I said, make me cum, since your dick can’t do it. I felt my little cock shrinking away at her comments. She grabbed my hair again and pulled me in and I resumed my duties with more enthusiasm than normal to please her. I’d always known I had a small dick, from school days in the shower, in the military and comparisons on the internet, I guess I’d just got away with it and that Sally was ok with it. Well, up until now anyway.
She lent over at some stage and grabbed her phone, happily snapping shots of me working on her pussy. Come on pussy licker, make me come, make that pussy happy, She was obviously making a short video. After ten or so minutes I had made her cum, she was still taking photos, but said, OK little dick stand up and tell me what you do……
I struggled up off the floor, my knees were killing me from kneeling for 30 minutes, but stood up and said, I suck pussy Miss, Sally said, and why is that ? Because I have a small dick Miss, I mumbled. Louder !!!. She was videoing the whole thing, Because I have a small dick Miss. I hung my head in shame.
Well done pussy licker, she said, and stopped filming.
Now you can ***** in the spare room tonight, since you couldn’t fuck me, yet again…..
I couldn’t argue with that, so I shuffled off to the spare room and its single bed….
The morning came and last night nights activities had been a blur, so I presumed she had been a bit tipsy and it all got out of hand. How wrong I was.
Sally met me in the kitchen with an offish glance, How was the spare room Tim ? she chuckled.
I sad nothing and boiled the kettle for a cup of tea.
I’ve decided she started. My heart sank, What now ?
I’ve decided that since you can’t please me with you little dick, that you shouldn’t have the privileges of the man of the house, I meant what I said that you will do anything else I want, you even agreed last night. I couldn’t disagree.
So, today marks the first day of you being a house husband, no chores for me, so I can keep you busy and me happy. Also, you need to understand that you won’t be *****ing with me in future, the spare room is now your room, you can only come in my room when I want you to. Got it ??
I nodded in disbelief. 
So, my little wifey, it’s time to start…. First, since I don’t consider you to be a red ******* man who can fuck properly, you need to dress accordingly, so fetch some scissors and follow me.
I got the scissors and followed he up to what was now her room. Open the drawer she said pointing at my underwear drawer. Take out all of your boxers and cut them up. I started to protest about a waste of money, but she was having none of it. She made me stand there and cut the m all in two until none were useable. Take the ones off you are wearing now small dick, she commanded, so soon I was naked from the waist down with out any boxers to put on. She smirked at my small dick, and said it was disgusting to her now, but she had plans for my dick which I wouldn’t like. You need some appropriate underwear Tim don’t you think? What would you expect me to wear around the house ??

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Becky’s awakening

Like some feedback on this, love it or hate it. Never tried writing before but had this in my head for a long time so figured what the hell…

Charlie rolled over early in the morning and snuggled up to the backside of his still ******** wife. His morning wood aching for some long over due attention. He ran his hand along her bare hip as he worked his hard but short cock against her butt. Slowly moving his hand up he grasps one of her breasts as he kisses her shoulder, as she says, “Better not start something you can’t finish.” And with that his short term morning erection faded. The story of his life it would seem. In Becky’s mind, unless she could get a decent fucking out of it, whats the point? She could get a better orgasm from her vibrator and lets face it, their sex life was never all that great but as Charlie aged his ability to maintain a decent erection was but a distant memory. Love between them was never an issue but physically, the 15 years that separated them was and it showed. Doctors were consulted about his E.D. but the “Little Blue Pill” was apparently a non starter as there were too many risks of the unwanted side effects that came with it with his health issues. In other words, learn to live with it.

Becky got up and started getting ready for work. Her husband had awoken a craving this morning that there simply wasn’t time to take care of. “Guess I’ll have to remember to pick up some batteries after work today.” It would be just her luck, she thought to herself that her vibrator would be as dead as Charlie’s dick when she got home later.

Becky got to the factory at her usual time and went about her normal pre-shift activities. Chatting with some co workers and just killing time in general. She was studying an ad on the post-it board in the break room when a man’s voice from behind her startled her. 

“There is lots of stuff to get rid of, most has never been used.” He said. “This is your ad?” Becky asked. “Yup, the ex-wife was into crafting, and when she left she didn’t take anything.” “My name is Chuck Thompson, by the way” he said as he extended his hand to her. “I’m Becky Anderson.” She responded, taking his out stretched hand. Becky was surprised at the size of his hand and also somewhat surprised at the clash of color between his dark chocolate brown skin against her very light, almost white skin. Chuck said, “Well I have to get back to my line but if you have any questions just ask.” “Will do”, she responded. As Chuck was walking away Becky asked, “Hey Chuck, you on Facebook?” “I am, yeah”, he said. “Great I’ll send you a friend request later”.

As Chuck was walking away, he smiled to himself. “Oh yeah, this will get interesting” he thought to himself. This was hardly the first time he had noticed Becky. He had admired her from afar for quite some time. He knew she was married but he didn’t care. In fact he found sport in trying to seduce married white women. He wasn’t always successful but he did love the chase. 

Later that afternoon after Becky got home, she stripped out of her clothes and took a long, hot and relaxing shower. After drying off she laid down on the bed and looked at the clock. An hour and a half before Charlie would get home from work. She smirked a little, rolled over and pulled her vibrator from the night stand drawer, turned it on and began to massage her nether region. It wasn’t long until her mind was racing towards the encounter in the break room this morning. “Now where did that come from?” She thought to herself. As her mind went back to the image of her hand in his. His hands were so big, “Could it be true what they say?” “Big hands = big cock?” “Wait, he’s also black so…” Becky was imagining Chuck pulling down his pants and exposing a monster cock. At that point a small orgasm hit her causing her squeeze her thighs together and lift her hips off the bed. Becky turned off her vibrator, and lie there catching her breath. She thought to herself, “Did you seriously just get off fantasizing about a co-worker? A black one at that??” “My God where did that come from?” She found it really odd and out of character for her, but hey it got her off and quickly at that.

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