Note: You can change font size, font face, and turn on dark mode by clicking the "A" icon tab in the Story Info Box.
You can temporarily switch back to a Classic Literotica® experience during our ongoing public Beta testing. Please consider leaving feedback on issues you experience or suggest improvements.
Click here
"Well," Kay said, "you could always go all the way with the hot guys."
I laughed. "Kay, you're a bigger slut than I am. No thanks, girl. I don't need those guys. I'm gonna go fuck my man and let him use this black pussy any way he wants."
"Well, just remember, you have a job any time you want one, Marci."
"Thanks, but no thanks. See ya, slut," I said as I walked out the door.
When I got home, Mike asked, "Well, how did it go today? Are you going to pursue a career in modeling?"
I wrapped my arms around him and leaned up and kissed him. "All day long these three big dudes were staring at my body. They even touched me in some of the pictures. But all I could think about was you." I stepped back, peeled off my clothes and looked up at Mike -- my lover, my master, my son's father, my life. "Please fuck me, Honey. Please fuck your black slut. I love you Mike and I need to feel you inside me."
He smiled down at me and lifted me in his strong arms and carried me into the bedroom.
- COMMENTS
Anonymousover 1 year agoShe needs a good smack to the head.she keeps having people she knows put her bad situations and use her exhibitionism against her and for their own reasons.
