Fred could not believe his eyes as ten-inches of black cock disappeared between his wife's legs.Tyrone held his wife by her naked hips and slid her on...and off his cock like he was fucking an old rubber boot.Michelle was moaning in ecstasy and Fred saw a look in his wife's eyes he had never seen before. She was going to cum with the black cock in her!Fred realized the joy he had been denying his wife of over all these years. Being a wise man her knew if he continued to deny her of her new found. "I stepped up to her, grasped her around the waist, and settled her on the edge of the workbench. My dad always kept the bench very clean, so there was no dirt or sawdust to worry about. I stepped between her legs as she spread them widely, and leaned down to kiss her again.After a moment, she pulled back, and said, "There's no time for a long build up. This is a speed event, not a marathon. Drop your shorts. I woke up horny, so I know I'm wet."As I lowered my shorts, she spread her legs even. They all were between the thirties and forties and one of them pulled me. He made me sit on his laps and said that he was my owner today.I didn’t say anything and he kept on pressing my body parts. The game started and the first round went for twenty minutes. My owner lost the first game itself, a guy in thirties won but with very little difference. My owner asked me to go to the washroom and give him a blowjob.The winner rose from the chair, pulled me, kept his hands on my waist and we moved. He turned and she could see his pudgy face looking strained, his chest rising and falling in shallow breaths. Fumbling with the paper, he made eye contact and smiled at her.“Either £14.50 or you can give me those knickers, luv,” he leered.Sophie was taken aback by this, not because he was so forward, but because she really wanted to. A thrill ran through her as she hoiked up her dress, pulled her thong down and off her legs, and handed the soaked fabric to the driver. She could smell her own.