Recession Blues Ch. 02-03

"Look, my little bitch," Jacen crooned, "I'm already deeper than poor little hubby can ever reach. Deeper than I was the other night until you were cumming." Ann's head came up, eyes focusing on their groins, on Jacen's thick cock thrust into her stretched, protesting pussy. "Does it feel good?" he taunted, hips circling. Ann bit her lip but nodded. "Oh no, little bitch," he shook his head, "Tell me." Ann's eyes were glued to her pussy.

"It's amazing," she managed, panting, "I can't... I didn't think it was real..." Jacen chuckled, the transmission of its vibrations into her sex making the white wife shiver.

"So this was to prove I wasn't all that?" he laughed as he worked four inches in and out, in and out. Ann's flat stomach twitched visibly. "That's why you didn't have a Corona?" The stripper's blush was visible on her chest, as she nodded. "Damn, but you blush pretty," Jacen paused, "So now you know the truth." Ann nodded again. "Tell me," he said quietly. Ann shook her head, and in answer Jacen backed out, leaving what he guessed was hubby's length inside of the aroused white wife. Ann whined, her hand moving behind his waist, tugging. When he did not move, she reluctantly stopped pinching her nipple, using both hands in a vain attempt to pull him back in to her.

She lifted her hips, which would have worked, except Jacen moved back, chuckling when her ankles came up, cinching behind his thighs.

"You want to go back to this," he wiggled his hips, "Just want hubby's little cock, then?" he taunted. She shook her head again.

"No... Please!" she whispered. Jacen waited, circling his erection teasingly inside of her. "Don't tease," she whined, and he continued, waiting. "God, you're amazing... I can't believe how big you are... how good you feel inside of me," she paused to catch her breath, "I love it... Fuck me... I want it. Please fuck my cunt with your big black cock!" He fed his cock into her hungry cunt, past where he had been, until most of his shaft was seated snugly in her stretched sex. Most, but not all. He knew he could bury it, but he was not ready to do that yet. Ann's head had dropped back as he thrust forward, the plane of her neck sexy in the half lit room.

"You like having my big cock in your married cunt?"

"Yesss," Ann hissed, hips pumping steadily at him, inviting his thrust, "I love it... Give it to me!" Jacen set his broad left hand on Ann's mons, circling, then applying pressure to her clit with the callused ball of his thumb. Ann cried out, back arching, hands clenching at the bedspread as she began to cum. He curled his thumb down over her clit, keeping the pressure on as the tip of his digit pushed into her sex atop his shaft. He searched for the almond shaped G spot, knowing he did not have to hit it directly as hot as she was. And as he applied a circling pressure aginst the front wall of her vaginal vault, he pushed forward, easily seating the rest of his cock in the helpless wife's spasming cunt. He waited, holding himself buried, until her climax eased, and Ann's panting had quieted.

"See, you took the whole thing," he taunted her, shifting his hips, as he deftly removed his thumb, leaning over the helpless, impaled wife , applying more pressure to his cock. Ann lifted her head, looked down her body to where Jacen's tight pubic curls were pressed against her crotch. Her hands came up over her flat stomach.

"Oh God, you're so deep," she murmured, pressing against him through her belly.

"You ever get off on a one stroke fuck before?" he asked, knowing the answer. Ann looked down in embarrassment but shook her head. "What's that?" Jacen shifted as if he was going to pull out, although that was the last thing he had planned.

"No!" Ann's voice was almost an octave lower in her continued arousal, "Don't... I haven't... I've never cum like that... Never orgasmed like I do on your big black cock." Jacen smiled, pleased at how easily she was remembering to use the words he had taught her.

"So you're ready to keep fucking?" he shifted his hips, cock moving teasingly in her relaxing, still aroused sex. Ann nodded. Jacen reached down, hooking his left hand under Ann's ass. He stopped recording with the cell phone he held in his right hand, tossing it to the bed beside her. Belatedly Ann realized what she had seen... that he had been holding his phone up. Her eyes went wide at the thought he had taken a picture of her like that.

"Did you... Ahhhh!" The big bouncer did not back out, but catching her ass in both hands, pulled her up against his cock as he applied even more pressure. Ann's body bucked and twitched and she would have screamed except she could not catch her breath. The hands she had raised meaning to make him wait fluttered over his washboard abdomen, unguided as her mind exploded with a second powerful orgasm in less than two minutes.

By the time she had recovered, the big cop had pulled her ass down to the edge of the bed, all the while holding his entire cock inside of his conquest. Using the leverage gained from standing at the foot of the bed, he began hammering his cock in and out of her in full strokes, his hands anchoring Ann in place. She found she could breathe again, moaning or crying out on every thrust, aware that he was pounding into her at an impossible rate... and that her hands were on his ass, urging him on. The sound of his heavy panting breath seemed to fill the room.

"Here... it cums..." he managed as she felt yet another orgasm building quickly within her. His hands had moved to her waist, and he levered against her, pushing her down on the mattress, changing the angle of his pumping cock, so that the upper edge dragged over her clit in and out and in. Ann screamed as another monstrous climax exploded in her center. And then Jacen was grunting, his black cock balls deep, the pulse of his release something she could feel even in the midst of her own climax.

As in her memory, the big man resumed fucking into her when he was spent, the impossible black cock still more than enough to get the helpless wife and stripper off. He set a steady pace, and Ann quickly lost count of her orgasms, wondering each time if he was going to join her, giggling when she would think that, considering how rare she had always thought mutual orgasms to be.

As she was coming down from an orgasm, aware that he was getting hard inside of her again, she was surprised when Jacen pushed himself upright, pulling completely out of her still hot cunt.

"No," she whined, trying to catch him to no avail. Chuckling, the big black man caught her left thigh and literally rolled her onto her stomach, easily dragging her back to the edge of the bed. He braced his thighs against the soles of her feet, and a moment later the horny white wife found herself on her hands and knees. She wiggled her ass invitingly, moaning happily as Jacen filled her in a single delicious stroke. He spanked her right haunch.

"Looks like we got that pussy trained record time," he said, catching her hips and resuming the fucking he had been giving her a minute before. Ann was ashamed that she had almost hoped he would push into her ass; having learned her memory of the night at the club was not a booze induced fever dream, the idea of feeling the big man take her ass again was almost enough for her to ask for it. One of his hands slipped down to tease her clit, but it was not necessary—Ann was cumming again within two minutes of their changing positions, and she welcomed Jacen's second load like a dog in heat, howling in her own release as he shouted, his wonderful cock buried as it twitched, pouring his seed into her channel.

Ann collapsed onto the bed when he pulled out. She knew she should stop it... knew she should go home, and absently wondered how long they had been fucking... Was Tom up waiting for her? She looked around, trying to remember where she had left her phone.

"Damn you're amazing," Jacen swatted her ass playfully, and without a word sauntered naked out of the bedroom. Ann knew she should get up, cover up... something, but she was too deliciously spent to move... and still too aroused to really consider leaving. Jacen was back a moment later, carrying two of the coronas. He sat at the head of the bed and Ann pushed up onto her hands & knees, crawling to lean against him. She accepted a beer, having realized she was thirsty. Jacen draped his left arm around her, toying with her nipple. Instead of bothering her, as happened on the rare occasions Tom did that after they were done, it seemed to stoke the need still burning in her core. She shivered.

"What are you thinking?" the big man asked. Ann felt herself blush, and buried her face in his shoulder, but she answered.

"I was thinking you've ruined me," she said honestly.

"Really?" Jacen snorted, "I should be so lucky."

"I'm serious," Ann pressed her left hand against her sex, "I'd let you put that amazing cock back inside of me right now." She meant it, too. "I spent every day trying to find a way to stop remembering how amazing it felt being with you... The only way I could enjoy sex with Tom was to get drunk. And that's when I told myself it had to be all that vodka the other night." She stopped, shocked she was being so honest and open with him.

"And now?"

"No, I know I'm ruined," she shivered, "At least Les will let me work a better schedule." Jacen sat up, smiling broadly.

"So you're gonna keep working?!" Ann rolled her eyes, then giggled.

"I don't think they'd let you fuck me in your squad car." Jacen shrugged.

"Oh, if that's what it took, I think I could find a way..." Ann giggled again, then looked down at her body, her right inner thigh, which was turned beneath the left so she could be against Jacen, was smeared with their mingled fluids.

"I'm a mess," she pouted, then paused and looked at Jacen again, "Where did you find that ball cap?" It was a black short brimmed baseball cap emblazoned with 'FBI' in large letters. But as close as they were, Ann could see the letters started the words 'Female Body Inspector.' Jacen laughed.

"It was in the kitchen," he shrugged, "It seemed appropriate. Does it distract you?" he took the hat off, setting it on the nightstand so she could still read the letters, "It can't have, considering... I was wearing it the whole time." Ann laughed. Jacen picked up his brownie, offering her the other, which Ann took. She followed his lead, taking a bite, and then quickly another, surprised that it was good.

"This is home made," she said.

"You didn't think I could cook?" he feigned offense, and Ann rolled her eyes.

"No... I guess I just expected it would be store bought."

"Oh, it's commercial... Just not a grocery store brownie," he shrugged, and took another bite.

"I should clean up," Ann moved as she considered going to the bathroom down the hall. She wondered about her panties and remembered her top was ruined. And her bag was in the front room.

"Well here," Jacen took her brownie, running the edge over her bare inner thigh, collecting a healthy collection of the mingled fluids leaking out of her well fucked cunt. Ann turned up her nose in surprise, but let Jacen feed her the brownie. "See, your sweet honey is the perfect icing," he told her.

"That's not mine that looks like icing," she giggled, and was glad in that moment for the second Plan B pill. She was going to have to go back on the Pill pill, too... "And I don't see you eating that." In answer, Jacen leaned forward until he had reversed position, his face down by Ann's bare sex.

"I see some crumbs here," he kissed and nipped at Ann's sensitive inner thigh. Her nipples nearly popped they hardened so quickly, and the flush of heat between her legs left her lightheaded. She reached for the beer, alternating with the last of the brownie. Jacen waved his at her, putting it not against her thigh, but between her legs, running the crumbly cake over her lax labia.

"That's yours," she protested when he handed it to her.

"Oh, I'm getting the crumbs," he assured her, and lapped the full curve of her seam from top to bottom. Ann moaned. Unable to reach the nightstand, she finished the last of his brownie, as well, gasping in delight as the big cop proved he was not as squeamish about jism as Tom by eating her still ready pussy.

"Not fair," she protested, reaching for his amazing cock, the heavy tool flopping impressively in her hand. She bent at the waist and brought the broad head to her lips. Jacen's sigh of pleasure spurred her on. She worked to get more than the head into her mouth, but the angle was bad. Jacen took care of that, catching her legs above the knees and rolling toward the edge of the bed to her shock. Ann squealed, then giggled, finding herself on top of the big bouncer. He kept his face buried in her sex, sucking and nipping at her inner lips, teasing around her clit. Suppressing her moan of desire, Ann began to bob her head on his rising cock. She swirled her tongue and sucked, petite hand cradling his heavy balls as the white wife remembered she had taken him to the root once earlier in the week.

He was fully hard in just a few minutes, despite her continuing difficulties. He seemed perfectly content to keep up with the sixty-nine, and Ann was not about to argue, as skilled as he was with his lips and tongue. She had already nearly climaxed twice, but he had stopped or shifted the focus of his attention, so that instead of release it was her need that was becoming a distraction.

Except that it wasn't... Her arousal felt... amazing. And so did Jacen's cock. She paused and licked her lips, imagining it was a fudge pop, the treat she had always chosen at the curb when the ice cream truck came around during the summer. She went to work more eagerly, giggling that he almost tasted like chocolate, Her entire body seemed to be aroused. Each time her head bobbed down she felt a throbbing pleasure in her nipples and cunt. She wanted it to last, and found herself moving more slowly, pausing to hold him in her mouth and throat.

She blinked in surprise, then pride... She had most of him in her mouth. Not all... and she could not breathe, but the sparkles in her vision made her giggle as she backed off. She licked her lips, took several breaths, and shivered at Jacen's panting between her legs... He was enjoying it.

"You like that," she giggled, because it sounded like she was slurring, or at least speaking very slowly. And that was ridiculous; she had not even finished her beer.

"God, you're full of surprises," Jacen managed, his voice muffled by her crotch, the movement of his words over her engorged folds threatening to make her cum. She dove back onto him as answer, sucking hungrily, her focus on the delicious way it made her feel somewhere near her stomach, she was sure. She giggled again when his pubic hair tickled her nose, coughing when she backed off of him, and murmuring 'whee' because the room spun slightly. God he was amazing. He was thrusting two fingers in and out of her cunt, while sucking at her clit. She hummed happily belatedly aware she had been having an orgasm while she was blowing him. Her entire body seemed to glow, and she swallowed his rigid cock again, anxious for him to feel it, too.

She found a rhythm, keeping her nose in his thick pubic hair until she needed a breath, then backing up, but not totally off, breathing through her nose as she swirled her tongue around his swollen glans, and then swallowing again. Eyes closed, only barely aware that Jacen was still expertly working her pussy, keeping her cumming almost constantly, Ann did not even wonder when the sparkles she had been seeing were replaced by strobing lights.

That had repeated itself on four or five cycles, then disappeared, but she could feel Jacen's hands, pinching her nipples as he sucked hungrily at her cunt, distracting her by amplifying the force of her climax. He pushed her away gently the next time she backed off, and Ann thrust her tongue out, hungry to taste him again, wanting his cum.

"You're too good," his voice sounded slowed down, too... a 45 record played at the LP speed, "If you don't stop I'm going to cum."

"Good," she licked her lips, "I want your cum."

"Isn't there anything else you'd rather have?" As he spoke, she felt Jacen thrust two fingers into her empty, hungry cunt. Instead of pressing against the anterior wall, though, there was a strange and delicious pressure as he pinched the thumb he had thrust into her ass against his probing fingers. Her breath caught, and she shivered, wondering how he could know she wanted him in her ass.

"Yesss!" she drawled, "Oh God, I almost forgot," she giggled at that, "I want you to fuck my ass with your big black cock." She did not wait, either, kissing the waving head of his cock as she climbed off of him, away from his probing hands, and moved onto all fours near the pillows, her ass, waggling invitingly from the side of the bed. Jacen nudged her forward, and she felt his weight on the mattress behind her. She held her breath, anxious to have him thrusting into her ass once again.

Instead, the bouncer pushed himself into her empty sex, stopping only when his thighs met her ass. He pumped in and out... in and out, and then as he continued, he curled the thumb of his right hand down into her ass. Ann twitched and moaned and humped against him.

"Yess!" she husked, "Don't tease, baby, fuck my ass! Fill me with that big black cock." He pulled out, then, and set the broad head against her pucker. When he did nothing more, Ann somehow knew what was expected. She reached back, catching his big shaft, wet with her cream, and pulled him into her. She cried out at the burning sensation that seemed to bloom into a forbidden pleasure at the same time. When the crown of his glans was through her sphincter Jacen paused, but Ann pushed back, loving the sensation, wanting more. He caught the front of her right hip and anchored her in place, pushing in and out, adding more with every fourth or fifth stroke, until he was buried in her ass. Long before that point, Ann was lost in her pleasure, her entire focus the pressure and heat of his thrusting cock.

The strobes flashed against her closed eyes again. Jacen's hand curled down, teasing her clit as he backed out and began to fuck her ass in long, steady strokes. Ann babbled and laughed and moaned, her climax seeming to restart on each thrust, until it felt like she had been cumming for hours. Jacen was moving faster, and then she felt the heat of his release in her bottom, even though he never stopped humping into her.

Abruptly there was a weight on the mattress beside her. Ann's eyes opened, and she looked over to find Hilary, as naked as Ann, laying on her back on the bed beside her. She was shocked, but she was also cumming, and nothing else mattered. Hilary beamed up at her.

"Amazing, isn't it?" Ann giggled and nodded in response to the other dancer's question. "I saw you kissing Mandy," the red head continued, feigning a pout, "I was hoping you would kiss me." To Ann, it seemed the most natural thing in the world. She leaned to the side, bending her elbows until her lips could reach the other woman's. "Isn't he good?" the other woman said dreamily, there lips barely apart, "But wait until you try Billy. He's impressive, too... They all are." Then Ann was kissing her. Ann wanted to giggle, her mind swirling at what she had heard... Jacen had fucked Hilary before? She was going to fuck Billy? There were others?

A small voice warned she should stop, but the thought made her laugh. She had never felt such pleasure, and it was only natural to share that pleasure with her friends. Her eyes were half open, so that she realized the strobes weren't just in her mind... There were rapid flashes of light from her right side, but before she could look, Hilary's hand closed behind Ann's neck, as their kiss became more passionate. Jacen stepped back then, pulling out of her ass. Ann whined in protest, reaching back with her right hand.