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Click hereThe familiar warmth of her vagina was an amazing feeling as he roughly fucked it. He had missed that warm feeling. He slapped her perfect jelly ass and watched it shake; she was stunning. Reclaiming his wife's pussy whilst standing over the two gang-members he had just slain made him feel so strong; he could do anything. He continued to pound hard until he felt himself cumming again.
Louise realised Damon was close so she used her fingers to help bring her to orgasm at the same time. They both exploded into ecstasy. Damon closed his eyes as he pumped his juices into his gorgeous Louise. The searing daggers of bliss got to every part of his body.
Louise began to get up. She wanted to kiss Damon. He had different ideas. He pushed her back down onto her knees and stuffed his cock into her mouth again.
Louise did not need any instruction. She began to lick his cock and balls; taking each ball into her mouth for the first time ever, sucking gently. She went back to the shaft and deep-throated again until he was full hard again. Damon pulled out and said, 'I may not be the first in your ass but I am going to be the first to cum in it.' With that he turned her around, slapped her ass then forced his cock into it.
It felt so tight around his cock. It felt amazing. Damon had never had anal sex before and he knew after two seconds that he loved it. He lost himself in the feeling and began to pound Louise's wobbling ass hard and fast.
Louise felt a little breathless with Damon's enthusiastic fucking. She began to use her fingers on herself. She was wet and sticky with Damon's cum dripping out of her. She could not feel Damon through her virginal wall the way she could feel the dead black man's cock but this felt better, much better. The man she loved was fucking her ass and it hurt a lot less as he was substantially smaller.
Louise played with her super-sensitive clit as Damon continued to pump her ass hard. She felt the heat growing between her thighs; the sensitivity getting more and more intense until it suddenly came upon her. 'OH FUCK YES, YES, YES. OH MY GOD YES.' Her body was shivering with another intense orgasm. This was all Damon needed to push him over the edge and he squirted his juice into his wife's ass. He felt like he was on top of the world.
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'What are we going to do with these two?' Louise asked after she had cleaned herself up and got dressed.
'Don't you worry about that. We'll report it to the police. Tell them everything about how they broke in and raped you. I was well within my rights to shoot them.' Damon was all confidence. He continued to talk.
'Here's how it's going to be Louise. From this day forward you will spend every day of your life worshipping my cock. Okay?' It did not really sound like a question to Louise but she answered anyway.
'Okay.' Louise thought that this new Damon was sexy as fuck.
'Now I don't want to hurt the baby so your ass is going to see a lot of action. Now I don't want to have to ask. Okay?'
'Okay lover.' Louise smiled at him and they finally kissed.
Over the next few weeks the situation with the two dead black guys in their bedroom was investigated and everything worked out fine for Damon and Louise. The police never admitted it but they acted like they were glad that someone had killed these two dangerous men.
With regard to Louise and Damon's relationship, it went from strength to strength. As instructed Louise gladly offered Damon her ass and her mouth every morning and every night until she gave birth (he was offered all three holes after Louise recovered from giving birth). Damon took full advantage; they both came a lot every day. Life was once again good.
- COMMENTS
rickylaw013 months agoAs in all these stories all the men have 9 inch dicks. Ever been in a mixed race locker room? The stereotype is not true.
Ezrollin10 months agoGood story line but not convincing, a little too cut and dried. After the first rape and the husband didn't arm himself, he should have been used as a fluffer. I was able to read it all the way thru so I gave it a four.
Anonymousabout 1 year agoAnonymous from 2 years ago probably has a bunch of mixed race kids from all the dudes he has fuck his wife while he jerks off his 3 inch. They talk all big and bad on here but they are such fucking pathetic losers in person. Always clammy and sweaty and fat. They are gross. It's a wonder why their women married them in the first place. And don't think I have respect for them either. They are whores and are as shitty parents as their pathetic husbands. Their kids never amount to shit because their parents couldn't nurture them.
Anonymousalmost 2 years agoWanna bet the author is about 400lbs with a micro dick? Only pathetic incel men write this bullshit. They watch porn 24/7
Don't like the comment? Be more.than a fat ass loser. Maybe move our of your moms basement. Pussy
Anonymousalmost 4 years agoIt's strength.
It'd be wimpy to say "oh, because I'm not the biological father, I can't be a man and raise this needy child". THAT'S wimp.
He's killed two people who were criminals, who raped him (of his potency) and his wife.
It seems kinda juvenile to be obsessed with needing to not raise a child of rape.
ScorpioJJabout 4 years agoPart of the new order should be adopting that kid out.
Anonymousover 6 years agoAn author who glorified violence right up to homicide!! Thats the new "America"!!!
Anonymousover 6 years ago"Any witnesses?", asked the detective.
"No one heard anything, sir." said the first officer on the scene.
"Is this the weapon?", the detective asked, as he arched his brow at the constable.
"Yes sir, he said he bought it with a permit, because this isn't the first time they've been attacked."
"Is that so." The detective regarded the 10mm Glock 21 he held in his hand.
"Have you ever fired one of these, constable?"
"Sure, out at the outdoor qualifying range, why?
"Ever heard it at the indoor range?"
"Can't say as I have. What are you getting at?
"I don't know, but I have a hunch."
"OK?", the constable said, as he regarded the detective closely, as he examined the weapon in his gloved hand.
Suddenly the detective said, "You say the neighbor was home at the time of the shooting?"
"Yes sir, she was home all day doing her puzzles, she said."
"Did she say she had any loud music or disturbance going on at the time?"
"Not that I can recall, but I can go ask her."
"Do so, and then get me on the radio and let me know."
The detective watched the husband through keen eyes, as he was quickly reassessing what might have happened. Shortly, however, there came a report over the radio that there had been no noises that day, and that the lady and her cat were the only ones home next door.
Grimacing, the detective placed the Glock 21 in an evidence bag, and radioed back to the constable, "Stay there with the neighbor in her puzzle room and stand by."
"10-4" came the reply.
Looking around, he noticed one of the tactical team standing by on the team, so he asked him, "Any of you guys carry ordinance similar to this?"
"I think Riberty does, sir, but I'm not sure."
"Get him in here, and make sure he's got it with him."
"Yes sir", responded the tactical officer, while he radioed to the truck for Riberty.
Almost as if he were a spring ready to snap, Riberty, a young, close-shaved, short haired keener of an officer strode quickly into the room.
"Sir?", he asked his CO.
"Detective wants to talk to you."
"Sir?", said the Tactical Officer to the detective.
"I need to borrow your sidearm." said the detective.
"Sir?"
"It's OK, Riberty, I think I know what he's doing." said his CO. "I'll make sure you're covered in the report."
"Yes sir!" said Riberty, as he made the weapon safe and handed an empty pistol to the detective.
"I'll need one of your mags emptied, please." said the detective to Riberty.
"Yes sir", he said as he emptied the round into his hand and place it in the detective's outstretched hand.
Turning form the Tactical officer, Detective Malone said, "Someone bring me the box of shells you found."
Quickly the shells were produced, at which point Malone loaded the mag with two rounds, racked one into the chamber, and quickly discharged the firearm into the floor of the distraught couple's bedroom.
"What the fuck are you doing?!", said the flabbergasted Riberty.
Laughing in the corner, his CO said, "Relax Riberty, its' all covered!"
"WHAT's COVERED?" asked the stunned Tactical squadman.
The answer was soon coming, as the constable from next door came rounding into the room at full speed, screaming into his shoulder Mic., "SHOTS FIRED!!!, SHOTS FIRED!!!"
Everyone in the room held their hands straight up and said, "It's OK, those were just test shots!"
"FUCK! YOU COULD HAVE WARNED ME!" he screamed.
"I could have, but then it would be spoiling the test, now wouldn't it?", he grinned as he spoke.
"Meanwhile toss this place upside down, and don't come back to me until you've found the silencer!"
It wasn't long before they found it in the hamper in the laundry room where the husband had hid it, and very quickly the detective placed the husband under arrest for the murder of the two dead houseguests still lying on his bedroom floor.
The judge found him guilty of second degree murder, and the wife lost everything.
Shit happens.
