Her Hands, His Dirty Secret

Joe 55 yr old white man, married has an urge to seduce his cleaning woman, African woman, Maria, 40yrs old, plump, dark skinned. large sagging tits with black nipples. Large round belly. Thick thighs and with some cellulite. Thick patch of short curly pubic hair. First section of the plan is to get Maria to give Joe a handjob

Joe adjusted his glasses, watching Maria's thick thighs flex as she scrubbed the kitchen floor. Her large, dark body moved with a rhythm that was as practical as it was sensual. He was a man of conservative upbringing, married, with a lovely wife and two grown sons. However, interracial sex, due to being frowned on in his circles, held a dark fascination. The forbidd red n fruit syndrome meaning Maria was often in his fantasies. At home often during the day. Lucky to work from home regularly. His mind often churned with forbidden thoughts. He wanted to see more of her — to touch, to taste. Maria paused, wiping sweat from her brow. Her uniform stretched tight across her large tits, the outline of her nipples just discernible under her cotton uniform shirt. Joe's pulse quickened. He needed to act fast, before his courage faded. “Maria,” he called out, his voice steady despite the lust coursing through him. “Can you come here for a moment? I need help with something.” Maria turned, her eyes meeting his. She walked over, her hips swaying gently. “Yes, Mr. Joe? What do you need?” Joe gestured to his crotch, his hand brushing against his growing erection. “I've got a bit of a... situation. I thought maybe you could help me out.” Maria's eyes widened briefly, but she didn't back away. Instead, she looked at him, her expression unreadable. “What kind of situation, Mr. Joe?” Joe unzipped his pants, revealing his hard cock. He stroked it slowly, his eyes locked on Maria's. “I think you know exactly what kind of situation, Maria. I need you to touch me. I need you to give me a handjob.” Maria's breath hitched, but she didn't move. Joe could see the pulse in her neck, rapid and enticing. He stroked himself harder, his voice low and commanding. “Come on, Maria. You know you want to. Touch my cock. Make me come.”

Maria gives an expert handjob. Joe shoots off over the kitchen floor. Maria smiles seductively before bending to wipe it up. "What will missus Cilla say?" She asks

Maria took a step closer, her eyes never leaving Joe's. She reached out, her dark hand wrapping around his pale, circumcised, cock with a familiarity that surprised him. Her touch was firm, confident, her fingers knowing exactly what they were doing. She began to stroke him, her hand moving in a steady rhythm, her thumb circling the sensitive tip. Joe groaned, his hips bucking slightly. He leaned back against the counter, his eyes locked on Maria's face. She was focused, her breath coming in soft pants, her lips slightly parted. He could feel the tension building in his balls, the heat spreading through his body. Maria's strokes became faster, more insistent. She leaned in, her breath hot on his ear. “You like that, Mr. Joe?” she whispered. “You like my hand on your white cock?” Joe could only nod, his mouth dry. He could feel his orgasm building, the pressure intense. Maria seemed to sense it, her strokes becoming even faster. She gripped him tighter, her hand moving in a blur. With a final, hard stroke, Joe came. His cock pulsed, his seed spilling out onto the kitchen floor in thick, ropey strands. Maria smiled, a slow, seductive curve of her lips. She bent down, her large breasts pressing against his thigh as she wiped up his release with a rag. “What will missus Cilla say?” She said. Joe let out a low groan, his body still trembling with the aftershocks of his orgasm. He watched as Maria cleaned up, her body moving with a grace that was almost hypnotic. He knew he wanted more — much more.

Joe and Maria's relationship changes after the kitchen handjob. Joe taking opportunities to brush up against her when they are alone. Maria smiling shyly at him when he does so. After a week or so Joe let's her catch him watching an interracial porn video while his wife Cilla was out at work. Maria's eyes widened as she watched as a black woman sucked a long white cock while cupping the male actor's heavy balls.

Joe couldn't shake the image of Maria's hand wrapped around his cock. He found himself seeking her out, finding excuses to brush against her. He'd "accidentally" bump into her in the hallway, his hand lingering on her hip. She'd smile shyly, her cheeks flushing slightly, but she never pulled away. Maria, for her part, seemed to enjoy the new dynamic. She'd linger in rooms with him, her eyes flicking to his crotch, a small smile playing on her lips. She was playing with fire, and she knew it. One day, as she walked into the living room she let out a small gasp. Joe was sprawled on the couch, his laptop open on his lap, a video playing. Maria's eyes widened as she watched a black woman on her knees, her lips wrapped around a long, white cock. The man's hands were fisted in her hair, his hips bucking as she sucked him deep. The woman's hand cupped his heavy balls, rolling them gently, her moans vibrating around his shaft. Joe's hand was in his pants, stroking himself in time with the video. He froze as he saw Maria, his eyes meeting hers. "Maria," he said, his voice husky. "I... I didn't hear you come in." Maria didn't speak, didn't move. She just watched, her breath coming in soft pants. Joe could see the pulse in her neck, rapid and enticing. He couldn't look away from her eyes, dark and filled with a hunger that mirrored his own. "Come here, Maria," Joe said, his voice low. "Come here and watch with me. Let me show you what I've been fantasizing about."

She sat next to him. Eyes glued to the screen. Joe casually put his arm over her shoulder and :accidently" touched her right breast with his hand. Maria sighed and dropped her left hand onto his thigh. Turning to face her. Joe kissed her cheek and then her broad, red lipsticks, lips. She responded eagerly

Maria's breath hitched as Joe's fingers brushed against her breast, the touch light but purposeful. She leaned in slightly, her body inviting more. Her hand on his thigh tightened, her fingers digging into the muscle. She watched the screen, but her mind was elsewhere, focused on the heat of his body, the scent of his skin. Joe turned to face her, his arm slipping from her shoulder to her waist, pulling her closer. His lips found her cheek first, a soft press of flesh. Then he moved to her lips, tracing the line of her red lipstick with his tongue before pressing firmly against her mouth. She opened for him, her tongue meeting his in a hungry dance. Her hand slid higher on his thigh, her fingers brushing against the bulge in his pants. Joe groaned into her mouth, his hand moving from her waist to her breast, squeezing gently. He could feel her nipple harden under his touch, her breath coming in soft pants against his lips. He deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth, claiming her. She responded eagerly, her body pressing against his, her hand now stroking him through his pants. She moaned softly, her hips grinding against his side, seeking friction, needing more. Joe broke the kiss, his lips moving to her neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. "Tell me what you want, Maria," he whispered against her ear. "Tell me what you need." His hand left her breast, trailing down her side to her hip, then lower, to the hem of her skirt. She shuddered, her body arching towards his touch. She was hot and damp, her core aching for his fingers. Her other hand sneaked down, between his legs, and grabbed his hard cock. She started slowly stroking him, her fingers working the sensitive skin. She longed to do more, to taste and lick and suck him into her mouth. She lifted her mouth to his ear and whispered, "anything" in a sultry moan.

Maria gives Joe an expert handjob. Black hands contrasting with his 8inch, pale, circumcised cock. He ejaculated all over the kitchen floor. Maria cleans up. A secret smile on her broad African features

Maria bent over, her large breasts heaving slightly with her controlled breaths. She looked down at his cock, her dark hands hovering for a moment before she wrapped her fingers around him. Her touch was firm, confident, and Joe groaned at the sensation. Her black skin contrasted sharply with his pale, circumcised shaft, the sight of it sending a jolt of lust through him. She began to stroke him, her hand moving up and down his length with practiced ease as she watched the black woman on the screen take a load in her mouth. Cum dribbling from her lips. Maria's thumb circled the sensitive tip, spreading the pre-cum that beaded there. Joe's hips bucked slightly, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He could feel the pressure building, his cock throbbing in her hand. Maria’s eyes never left his face, watching his reactions intently. She sped up her movements, her grip tightening just enough to drive him wild. Joe's body tensed, every muscle straining as he neared his climax. With a final, hard stroke, he came, his hot semen spraying his belly in thick, ropy jets. Maria released his cock, a secret smile playing on her broad African features. She stepped back, her eyes gleaming with a mix of satisfaction and amusement. She ran her fingers through the deposit on Joe's hairless belly. Her left hand moved beneath her skirt to rub herself. With ragged breath. Joe knelt between her thick thighs and pushef her skirt up to reveal her light blue panties.

Breathing in her musky scent, Joe bent forward and as she spread her meaty back thighs, he kissed and licked her pussy through the thin blue fabric. Hooking his fingers in the waistband of her panties he pulled them off as Maria closed her legs briefly to let him peel them off. Joe guided her legs apart again taking in her round belly, thick thighs with occasional cellulite and the pink gash of her pussy surrounded by short frizzy pubic hairs. With an unsteady breath he bent forward to run his tongue into her warm, wet slit

Joe's tongue traced the length of her slit, the taste of her making his head spin. He groaned, inhaling her musky scent, his cock throbbing against the bed. He just wanted to get lost in her, to bury his face in her pussy and never resurface. But first he needed to see more of her body. He knelt up, grabbing the skirt that he had lifted up before and tugged it up to her waist, exposing her entire lower body. She was breathtaking, her thick thighs gleaming with sweat, her round belly trembling with each ragged breath. Her pussy was a glistening, pink gash, surrounded by short, frizzy pubic hairs. He could see her clit, swollen and begging for his attention. He bent forward, his tongue darting out to lick her from her entrance to her clit. She jerked, a soft gasp escaping her lips. He did it again, and again, each time his tongue delving a little deeper, tasting more of her. He could feel her body responding, her hips moving in time with his tongue, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Her pussy glistened with her arousal, her juices coating his chin. He was getting into the zone, all he could see and taste and feel was her body. She whimpered, her hands gripping his hair, pulling him closer. He didn't need any more encouragement. He grabbed her thighs, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he spread her wider. He dove in, his tongue parting her folds, seeking the hard bud of her clit. He found it, his tongue circling it with deliberate slowness. She gasped, her hips bucking, her body trembling with pleasure. She had a beautiful body, all soft curves and smooth skin. But her pussy... it was a fucking masterpiece. He could spend hours down here, feasting on her, making her come over and over again. He pushed a finger inside, then two, and felt her muscles clamp around him, her body sucking him in. She was so wet, so ready. He could feel her orgasm building, her body tensing, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. He didn't let up, his tongue and fingers working her relentlessly. She was close, so close. He could feel it in the way her body was shaking, in the way her moans were getting louder, more urgent. Her breaths came faster, louder. She thrashed her hips against his face and he knew that she was going to come soon. Her body was slick with sweat, her breasts heaving with the effort of her ragged breathing. But he still could not see them. He pulled back slightly, his fingers still pumping in and out of her, his tongue still licking her clit. Her breath hitched, a soft cry escaping her lips. Her breath was fast, her moans were loud, and he could feel her pussy clenching around his fingers. He looked up, his eyes meeting hers. She was a sight to behold, her face flushed, her lips swollen, her eyes glazed with lust. She was beautiful, and she was his. For now. He doubled his efforts, his fingers curling inside her, finding that sweet spot that made her scream. He sucked her clit into his mouth, his tongue flicking over it rapidly. She screamed, her body convulsing as her orgasm hit her. He felt her pussy clamp down on his fingers, her juices coating them as she rode out her pleasure. She twisted and writhed, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm. He didn't stop, his tongue and fingers continuing to work her, drawing out her orgasm, making her scream and writhe. She was like jelly, her body limp and spent. As she finally began to calm, he pulled back, looking up at her, lust and desire written all over his face. She was panting, her body slick with sweat, her eyes glazed with pleasure. She reached down and grabbed his hair, pulling his head up to her body. But her shirt was still in the way. He looked down at his throbbing cock. He wanted to be inside her, to feel her pussy wrapped around him, to hear her scream his name as he fucked her. But he needed to see and touch her breasts. He grabbed her shirt and pulled it up, exposing her large, round breasts. He bent to suck her hard nipples into his mouth, his cock aching with the need to be inside of her. He whispered against her skin, his voice hoarse with lust, **"I want to fuc you hard, Maria."** But for now, he was content to just suck her nipples and finger her wet pussy.

A couple of weeks later Joe has Maria on the floor on all fours, totally naked as he fucks her doggy style. Big balls slamming against her slit. Bid saggy tits swaying hypnotically on each thrust. Maria was urging him on loudly as he grunted with effort. Cilla walks in and catches them. Joe's cock starts spurting cum as he pulls out and Maria grabs her clothes and rushes out. "Fuck you Joe. You bastard" Cilla wails. "I hate you, you filthy cunt." "Maria, you fucking dirty slut. To think I really liked you!" That afternoon she throws her belongings into her car and leaves. Joe persuades Maria to stay on.

Cilla's shriek echoed through the room as she stood in the doorway, her eyes wide with shock and betrayal. Joe's cock throbbed and twitched, spilling the last of his release onto Maria's thighs as he pulled out. She scrambled to gather her clothes, her face a mask of humiliation and anger. "Fuck you, Joe. You bastard," Cilla wailed, her voice trembling with rage. "I hate you, you filthy cunt." Maria, now dressed, rushed past Cilla, her head held high despite the tears streaming down her face. "Maria, you fucking dirty slut. To think I really liked you!" Cilla screamed after her, her voice breaking. Joe stood there, his cock still hard and glistening, pants around his ankles. Cilla's gaze flicked to him, her lips curling into a snarl. "You're pathetic, Joe. Absolutely pathetic." She turned and stormed out, leaving Joe alone in the room. He quickly pulled up his pants, his mind racing. He had fucked up, big time. But he couldn't let Maria go, not yet. He needed more of her, needed to feel her wrapped around him again. He walked out to the driveway, where Maria was sitting in her car, her head in her hands. She looked up as he approached, her eyes red and swollen. He knocked on the window, and she rolled it down slowly. He reached in, his hand cupping the back of her neck, pulling her to him. His voice was low and urgent. "Maria, please. I'm sorry. I fucked up. I know that. But I can't let you go. Not yet. I need you. I need this." Maria looked at him, her expression a mix of anger and lust. For a moment, he thought she was going to drive away, to leave him standing there, his heart pounding in his chest. But then, slowly, she leaned in, her lips meeting his in a hard, demanding kiss. He responded, his tongue thrusting into her mouth, tasting her tears and her rage. When they pulled away, she was breathing heavily, her eyes blazing. "You have got to get rid of her," Maria hissed. "You can’t have us both."

Things are really strained around the house. Maria took time off to go to her sister. Cills meanwhile seeths and is determined to make Joe pay. One Saturday afternoon lying on a couch in the shade near the pool she was watching the young black pool guy skimming leaves. As she watched him her hands went to her mound and started rubbing herself through her bikini bottoms. Then her hands went under the cups of her top to fondle her small pale tits. The poolguy stopped what he was doing and watched her with keen eyes. Next thing she was naked, coppery pussy hairs glinting in the sun. The pool guy couldn't believe his luck as the lovely pale milf with the hourglass figure stripped in front of him and lay back. Legs open on the couch. He moved to her at her beckoning and she fired his long young cock from his shorts to suck it. After he came deep in her throat she sat naked and had a drink with him before kneeling down and offering her pink slit for his enjoyment.

The pool guy, a young man named Sipho, hesitated for a moment, his eyes widening at the sight of her. Her pale hoirglass figure was stretched out on a couch near the pool. One hand moving under her bikini bottoms. Looking straight at him she peeled them off to reveal her moist slit and fine coppery pubic curls. Licking her lips she pulled the cups of her bkini top aside and fondles the small pink nipples on her little tits. The invitation was clear, and his body responded quickly. He shed his shorts, his long, thick cock springing free. Cilla's eyes flashed with hunger as she took him in, her tongue darting out to lick her lips. She pulled him down to her, her small hands gripping his shaft firmly. She guided him to her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head before taking him deep. Sipho groaned, his hands tangling in her hair as she sucked him eagerly. She bobbed her head, her lips creating a tight seal, her cheeks hollowing out with each pull. She could feel him hitting the back of her throat, his pre-cum salty on her tongue. Sipho's breath hitched as she took him deeper, his hips starting to move in sync with her mouth. She could feel his cock swelling, his breaths coming in quick gasps. She knew he was close, and she wanted to taste him, to feel him spilling down her throat. She doubled her efforts, her hand cupping his balls, rolling them gently. He groaned, his body tensing as he came, his cock pulsing as he filled her mouth. She swallowed, her throat working to take every last drop. She pulled back slowly, her lips popping off his softening cock. She looked up at him, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. Sipho looked down at her, a mix of awe and lust in his eyes. She smiled, patting the couch next to her. "Come, sit with me," she purred. He obeyed, his body still trembling slightly from his release. She handed him a drink from the table beside the couch, her eyes never leaving his body. She took a sip from her own glass, her tongue licking a drop from her lip. She set her glass down, her body shifting to kneel in front of him. She reached out, her fingers tracing the length of his semi-hard cock, feeling it respond to her touch. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of innocence and lust. "I want you to fuck me, Sipho," she whispered. "I want to feel your young black cock inside me, stretching me, filling me." "Yes madam" he said breathlessly She turned around, presenting her ass to him, her hands gripping the edge of the couch. She looked back at him, her eyes daring him. He needed no more encouragement. He moved behind her, his hands gripping her hips firmly. He positioned himself at her entrance, his cock sliding in easily, her pussy already wet and ready. She moaned as he filled her, her body arching back to meet his thrusts. He started slow, his hips moving in a steady rhythm, his cock hitting that sweet spot inside her. She matched his pace, her body moving in sync with his, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. She could feel her orgasm building, her body tensing, her breath hitching. He increased his pace, his hips slapping against her ass, his cock pounding into her. She screamed, her body convulsing as her orgasm hit her. He didn't stop, his cock continuing to pound into her, drawing out her pleasure, making her scream and writhe. She felt him tense, his cock swelling inside her as he came, his release spilling into her. She collapsed onto the couch, her body spent, her breath coming in short gasps. He pulled out, his cock softening, a mix of their releases dripping down her thighs. She turned to him, a satisfied smile on her face, her mind made up. She knew exactly how to make Joe pay, and this was only the beginning.

A week later and with Joe away for the weekend, fucking Maria, Cilla was back at their secluded pool watching Jamal work, pusdy were with anticipation as she caught him glancing over at her regularly. She was unsure how to proceed because. Busy in the rose garden near the pool was Mandla their gardener, an older Zulu man of around 50 with a strong wiry body developed from years of physical work. She knew that he often lurked nearby sneaking looks at her when at the pool. Her breath became jagged when she decided what to do. Excitement clouding her good sense. She beckoned Sipho over and, reaching for him, dropped his shorts to the ground and immediately took the bulbous head if his cock into her mouth, aware that Mandla had shuffled closer to watch. Soon she found herself kneeling and sucking the cocks of both men as they groaned with lust. Mandla's cock was very long with an oversize head that she had to stretch wide to accommodate. Next they spitroasted her before finishing off one after the other between her pale splayed thighs.

Cilla moaned around Sipho's cock, her eyes locked onto Mandla's as he watched her, his own hand working his thick shaft. The gardener's presence added a layer of thrill, a forbidden edge that sent shivers down her spine. She took Sipho deeper, her tongue swirling around his length, her cheeks hollowing out with each pull. She could feel her pussy throbbing, her body aching for more. She pulled back, a strand of saliva connecting her mouth to Sipho's cock. She turned to Mandla, her eyes never leaving his as she crawled towards him. She took his cock in her hand, marveling at its length and girth. She looked up at him, her tongue darting out to lick the pre-cum from his tip. He groaned, his hands fumbling in her hair as she took him into her mouth, her lips stretching wide to accommodate his size. She bobbed her head, her hand working in tandem with her mouth, her eyes never leaving his. Sipho moved behind her, his hands gripping her hips. She could feel his cock pressing against her entrance, his pre-cum mixing with her own arousal. She moaned around Mandla's cock, the vibration making him groan. She felt Sipho slide into her, his cock filling her, stretching her. She pulled off Mandla's cock, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "Fuck me, both of you," she commanded, her voice hoarse with lust. "I want to feel both your cocks inside me. Spitroasting her, both black cocks stretching her." She turned back to Mandla, taking his cock back into her mouth as Sipho started to move, his hips thrusting against her ass. She could feel both of them filling her, their cocks rubbing against each other through the thin wall of her pussy. She moaned, the sensation overwhelming, her body on fire with lust. She reached out, her fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in small circles as they fucked her. She could feel her orgasm building, her body tensing, her breath hitching. She was close, so close. She doubled her efforts, her fingers moving faster, her mouth sucking harder. She screamed around Mandla's cock, her body convulsing as her orgasm hit her. She could feel them both tensing, their cocks swelling as they came, their releases spilling into her, mixing together, dripping down her thighs.

The two black men stayed over that night and fucked her silly. During which she told them about Joe and Maria. The following Saturday Sipho said. "Madam, I think I have good revenge for you. Me and Mandla will take you this afternoon" Barely able to contain her curiosity Cilla joined Sipho and Mandla in a taxi. It pulled up at a seedy bar on the outskirts of the industrial area. When they walked in the whole place went silent as every eye took in the petite pale skinned redhead dressed in a short green skirt and beige t shirt. Sipho explained that it was a bar frequented by migrant workers from other African countries. There must have been at least 25 there, all men, ages from 20 to 60. They formed a circle around the pretty auburn haired milf as they suggestively rubbed their crotches. "I told them you were a black cock whore, madam" he said as he suddenly pulled of her skirt and top leaving her in small red panties and matching high heels. Seconds later they surrounded her like hungry wolves, stripping her and running their black hands all over her body. Her small tits were fondled and fingers brushed through her pussy hairs to rub and enter her slit. The whole time phones were used to take photos and videos. Some extreme closeups. She was soon being wounded by cock after cock in her pussy and ass while her mouth was contatnantly filled with a succession of black cocks, forced deep down her throat. Her hands were guided to sock after cock. Apart from the liquid sliding noise of the cocks in her pussy and mouth and her gurgling around the cocks in her mouth the other sounds were of the men breathing heavily with lust and excitement. They muttered phrases in African languages as well as English such as "take my black cock white bitch". " sweet white pussy". "Fucking white whore" Cilla was soon awash with cum. Dripping off her little toys, pooling in her navel, matted in her pubic hair and dripping from her gaping pussy and asshole. Her bach thighs, hair and face were streaked with it. And still they kept on at her, not stopping to clean her up. Just passing her drinks and weed to smoke. Once they had all finished Sipho went over to where she lay, spread-eagled on a filthy pool table, and inserted a pool cue deep in her dripping cunt.

As the pool cue slid into her, Cilla let out a guttural moan, her body involuntarily clenching around the smooth, hard wood. The men around her chuckled, their eyes gleaming with a mix of triumph and lust. Sipho grinned, pushing the cue deeper, making her gasp. "You like that, madam?" he taunted, his voice laced with malice. Mandla stepped forward, his eyes never leaving her face. He pulled out his phone, snapping pictures and recording videos of her splayed out on the table, the pool cue obscenely jutting from her pussy. He whispered something in his native tongue, making a few men around them laugh. One of the men, a towering figure with a thick scar across his cheek, stepped up to her. He grabbed the pool cue, pulling it out slowly, making her whimper. He then pushed it back in, harder, making her cry out. He repeated this, his movements rough and punishing. The other men watched, their breaths coming in excited gasps, their hands stroking their own cocks in anticipation. Cilla could feel her body responding, her traitorous pussy clenching around the pool cue with each thrust. She was a mess of cum, sweat, and her own arousal, her body glistening under the harsh bar lights. She could feel another orgasm building, her body betraying her even as her mind screamed in shame and humiliation. The scarred man pulled out the pool cue, his eyes gleaming with cruelty. He nodded at Sipho, who stepped forward. Sipho grabbed the pool cue, sliding it into her ass this time, making her scream. He paused, letting her adjust, then started moving it in and out, his strokes slow and deliberate. She could feel every inch of it, the sensation foreign and intense. Her body tensed, her breath hitched, and she came again, her body convulsing around the pool cue. The men around her roared, their excitement palpable. They were far from done with her.

The two black men stayed over that night and fucked her silly. During which she told them about Joe and Maria. The following Saturday Sipho said. "Madam, I think I have good revenge for you. Me and Mandla will take you this afternoon" Barely able to contain her curiosity Cilla joined Sipho and Mandla in a taxi. It pulled up at a seedy bar on the outskirts of the industrial area. When they walked in the whole place went silent as every eye took in the petite pale skinned redhead dressed in a short green skirt and beige t shirt. Sipho explained that it was a bar frequented by migrant workers from other African countries. There must have been at least 25 there, all men, ages from 20 to 60. They formed a circle around the pretty auburn haired milf as they suggestively rubbed their crotches. "I told them you were a black cock whore, madam" he said as he suddenly pulled of her skirt and top leaving her in small red panties and matching high heels. Seconds later they surrounded her like hungry wolves, stripping her and running their black hands all over her body. Her small tits were fondled and fingers brushed through her pussy hairs to rub and enter her slit. The whole time phones were used to take photos and videos. Some extreme closeups.

At the sound of Sipho's words, this was exactly what Cilla had had that day. It was exactly how she had imagined what that darkest day would be like. Now it was coming true, everything seemed to be in slow motion. She felt a warmth spread through her body, the anticipation of being with so many able black men sent a thrill through her body. The small red panties offered a stark contrast to her pale skin, and the heels made her legs look longer, more desirable. She could feel her nipples harden as the men's eyes roamed over her body, their hands already reaching out to touch her. The first set of hands to reach her were rough, calloused, and they gripped her waist, pulling her closer. She could feel the heat of their bodies, smell the musk of their sweat. She let out a soft moan as fingers brushed against her nipples, pinching and twisting them. She could feel her panties becoming wetter, her body responding to their touch. She knew she shouldn't enjoy this, but she couldn't help it. The forbidden, the taboo, the sheer animalistic lust in the room was intoxicating. More hands joined in, exploring her body, tracing the curves of her hips, her ass, her thighs. She could feel fingers hooking into the waistband of her panties, pulling them down slowly. She stepped out of them, her eyes locked onto the men around her. She could see the hunger in their eyes, the raw lust that made their cocks strain against their pants. She wanted them, all of them. She wanted to feel their cocks inside her, filling her, stretching her. She felt hands grabbing and lifting her left leg up as they slipped a foot between her legs eager to explore her secret folds and her wet pussy. She didn't resist, instead, she leaned back, giving them better access. She could feel fingers sliding into her, rubbing her clit, making her moan. She was a mess of lust, her body humming with need. There was an unspoken agreement, no need to discuss who would go first. There was a movement and a push and the first one was grabbing the back of her head as he thrust his hips, forcing his thick shaft into her mouth. The other men were circling around her, touching and grabbing, their excitement and lust like a physical force in the room. She tried to take in as much of the cock in her mouth, but it was too big, too thick. She gagged slightly, tears stinging her eyes as she pulled back, taking a breath before taking him in again. Her hand went to his balls, rolling them gently, making him groan. She could feel another set of hands on her ass, pulling her cheeks apart, a finger tracing her asshole. She shivered, the sensation both foreign and exhilarating. She knew what was coming, and she wanted it. She wanted to be filled, to be used, to be their black cock whore.

She braced herself as a thick, blunt head pressed against her asshole. She pushed back against it, granting him entry. Gasps filled the room as he pushed deep, inch by slow inch. She moaned around the cock in her mouth, the sensation of being filled in both holes overwhelming. The man in her mouth gripped her hair tighter, fucking her face with more urgency. She gurgled, her eyes watering, but she took it, took him, that thick meaty cock in her ass pushing her to the limits. The man behind her began to move, his hips thrusting against her ass. She could feel every vein, every ridge of his cock as it slid in and out of her. The man in her mouth pulled out, letting her gasp for air. She looked up, seeing another man taking his place, his cock already hard and ready. She opened her mouth, taking him in, her tongue swirling around his shaft. She could feel hands on her tits, squeezing and pulling at her nipples. She moaned, the sensation shooting straight to her clit. She was on fire, her body a playground for these men, and she loved every second of it. Another man moved to her side, his hand grabbing her wrist. She looked at him, her eyes glazed over with lust. He pulled her hand to his cock, wrapping her fingers around his shaft. She stroked him, her hand moving in time with the man fucking her ass. She could feel another orgasm building, her body a taut wire ready to snap. The men around her were grunting, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. They were close, she could feel it. She wanted to feel them come, to taste their cum, to feel it on her skin. The man in her mouth gripped her head, his cock pulsing as he came, his cum spilling down her throat. She swallowed, her body convulsing as another man took his place. She was lost in a sea of black cocks, of lust and desire. She was their black cock whore, and she was loving every minute of it.

The man behind her increased his pace, his hips slapping against her ass, his balls swinging with each thrust. She could feel his cock swelling, his breath growing ragged. He was close, and she wanted him to come, wanted to feel his hot cum inside her. She pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts, her body begging for release. The man whose cock she was stroking let out a groan, his cum spurting onto her chest. She felt a hot wave of pleasure at the sight, her own orgasm building. The man in her mouth pulled out, his cock replacement already hard and ready. She took him in, her tongue swirling around his shaft, her hand still stroking the man whose cum was dripping onto her tits. Suddenly, a hand gripped her chin, turning her face. She looked into the eyes of a man she hadn't seen before. He was older, his face lined with age, but his body was fit, his cock hard and thick. He leaned in, his voice a low growl. "I want to fuck that pretty little mouth of yours, whore. I want to see you choke on my cock." Before she could respond, he grabbed the back of her head, his cock pressing against her lips. She opened her mouth, taking him in, her tongue swirling around his shaft. He groaned, his hips beginning to move, fucking her mouth with slow, deliberate thrusts. She could feel his cock hitting the back of her throat, her eyes watering, but she took it, took him, her body a playground for these men. She could feel the man behind her speeding up, his thrusts becoming more urgent, his breath coming in ragged gasps. She knew he was close, and she wanted him to come, wanted to feel his hot cum inside her. She pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts, her body begging for release. The man in her mouth gripped her head tighter, his cock pulsing as he came, his cum spilling down her throat. She swallowed, her body convulsing. As the pool cue slid into her, Cilla let out a guttural moan, her body involuntarily clenching around the smooth, hard wood. The men around her chuckled, their eyes gleaming with a mix of triumph and lust. Sipho grinned, pushing the cue deeper, making her gasp. "You like that, madam?" he taunted, his voice laced with malice. Mandla stepped forward, his eyes never leaving her face. He pulled out his phone, snapping pictures and recording videos of her splayed out on the table, the pool cue obscenely jutting from her pussy. He whispered something in his native tongue, making a few men around them laugh. One of the men, a towering figure with a thick scar across his cheek, stepped up to her. He grabbed the pool cue, pulling it out slowly, making her whimper. He then pushed it back in, harder, making her cry out. He repeated this, his movements rough and punishing. The other men watched, their breaths coming in excited gasps, their hands stroking their own cocks in anticipation. Cilla could feel her body responding, her traitorous pussy clenching around the pool cue with each thrust. She was a mess of cum, sweat, and her own arousal, her body glistening under the harsh bar lights. She could feel another orgasm building, her body betraying her even as her mind screamed in shame and humiliation. The scarred man pulled out the pool cue, his eyes gleaming with cruelty. He nodded at Sipho, who stepped forward. Sipho grabbed the pool cue, sliding it into her ass this time, making her scream. He paused, letting her adjust, then started moving it in and out, his strokes slow and deliberate. She could feel every inch of it, the sensation foreign and intense. Her body tensed, her breath hitched, and she came again, her body convulsing around the pool cue. The men around her roared, their excitement palpable. They were far from done with her.