“But your wife will. Denise, come here and suck my dick. Show your husband how much more you love my cock than his.”“Gladly,” Denise purred wh...le my thoughts prickled.“Tell him that you're my whore now.”“Scott, I'm his whore,” the Black woman said, rising, her nipples hardening against her nightgown. “I just want to suck his cock. To worship him. Mmm, such a better cock than yours.”I liked her improv.“Denise,” whimpered Scott. “No, no, you can't do this. You're my wife.”“But I'm his whore. He. Though Kim refused the “girlfriend” title and claimed to have no interest in “romance”, she was an important piece of my love life and the others were only too happy to babysit so that Kim and I could get quality alone time. Besides, as she’d told me more than once, she knew what she wanted and she knew how to get it. And I knew that if she ever wanted a little more attention from me, she had her ways of getting me to give it to her.Usually, that meant dropping hints, some subtle and some less. I lived with just my dad as mom had died of cancer a few months ago. I was daddy's princess. I heard his car pull in the drive and then he walked in the door. He looked so handsome in his dark suit. He kissed me on the forehead and asked how my day was. I told him it was so boring being home alone. He took off his suit coat and tie and sat beside me. He pulled me onto his lap and kissed my mouth. As he put a tongue on my mouth his hand rubbed the inside of my leg getting closer to my pussy the. She was moaning out loud, mumbling unintelligible things, but every now and then you could make out a “fuck me” or “please” or “cock.”When he finally came, it must have been a huge gush. Her eyes shot open and she looked down at him. She mouthed, “Oh, my God!” as cum started to squirt out around his cock. His pounding didn’t stop, he continued to thrust into her as cum streamed from her pussy.Eventually he stopped and stepped back, pulling his cock out of her. With a smooth move, he pulled.