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Click hereSomehow, every Thursday
it’s always the same,
my husband in the corner
screaming my name,
tied up in a chair, pathetic and nude.
He’s soft, and he’s small. I’m wet,
and I’m crude.
*
Black stallion from the precinct
in a pressed uniform
unzipping and stripping
the clothes that I’ve worn
on my way to the grocery.
My ice cream is soup.
He pulls off his belt,
slips my neck through the loop,
*
This guy is quite handsome
with muscular thighs,
and the pistol he's packing
is a footlong surprise,
so thick and distinguished,
veins bulging and blue.
"Lean over the table.
I'll rip you in two."
*
I try to resist,
but he's strong as a bull.
His black cock is throbbing.
His huge balls look full.
He pushes me over,
spreads my legs with a kick,
splits my pretty pink pussy
with his milk chocolate dick.
*
“I’m so sorry, Officer,
for speeding through town.”
He jerks on the belt
till I can’t make a sound.
All I hear is the smack
of his sack on my hood.
I’m gasping for air!
He's choking me good.
*
“I’ll teach you a lesson
all white girls should learn.”
The room’s growing darker.
I'm fraught with concern.
He pinches the berries
on the peaks of my breasts
and scrambles my eggs
as he peppers my nest
with spatters of gravy.
It’s creamy and hot.
He dumps his big load
in my credit card slot.
*
My husband is forced
to eat the cop's cum
from the tip of my clit
up the crack in my bum.
"Lick it up like a cuck,"
the policeman insists.
He tugs the belt tighter
and cuffs both my wrists.
*
The lights are all fading.
I'm bucking for breath.
This cop's gonna strangle
my white ass to death.
My hubby is licking
my pussy so well.
I'm just about dead,
and he can't even tell.
*
It's true what they say.
If you come as you die,
you squirt like a bitch
when your soul starts to fly.
I sink in a cloud.
I can still feel his rod.
His black shaft is pumping
me closer to God.
*
There’s a tap on the window.
I’m nudged wide awake.
Just slow it down ma’am.
I’ll give you a break.
Loved the twist at the end ... it relieved the tension of the earlier scenes of abuse, and allowed me to not feel so guilty about enjoying it so much!
Yep...a real wordsmith. You have gold with your use of the good king's English by the way.
And with your stories, you could just write naturally as it comes about your life...I guess maybe you already do cum to think of it. And have drooling followers. I keep losing my bib too.
If you speak half as good (I'm a hillbilly so I say good instead of well, on purpose) as you write...shit, I had a mindfart...prosecutor (a prosecutor Dom?) isn't quite it but a close cousin. Steel trap mind kinda shit.