Not as hard as on my ass, but I feel it. It scares me, but it also increases my excitement. Suddenly the blows stop. He's switching gears. I don't...know what's coming next. I wait, pussy dripping. He pulls my ass cheeks apart and I feel him spit in my asshole. Then I feel him start to push something in. It's big and hard and it begins to stretch me wide open. It's the big black anal plug. He uses his spit as lube and works it all the way in. I'm grinding my pelvis into the bed,. He turned back to the Volvo. In its place sat a 1972 Vette. The top was off, the bright chrome exhaust pipes gleamed. He looked toward the women. They were gone. In their place two young men looked at her with blatant lust in their eyes. They smiled at each other and gave a 'high-five' with their muscular biceps. They hopped in their truck and laughed at Jenny as she looked back in shock.She felt all at once week and vulnerable as she took tiny steps on her heels towards the Vette. The tight. If I wasn't getting it, well, then Paul suffered. My husband is stoical, long-suffering. I have been owned by Marcus for nearly two years. I've been at that place, consumed by envy because Marcus gave another married bitch a baby. It's very hard being married to a woman crazed on black cock. Trying to describe the dynamic is difficult. For Paul, forever and always it seemed to be a waiting game. From the start, he'd thought it kind of sexy that I took a lover. It was even raunchy that that was. There’s a room near the campus dining hall that nobody ever uses. Maybe I could have you suck off guys in there? Have you kneel down and offer your mouth to anyone who wants to use it…” Chloe hummed, thinking. “Fifty bucks a pop might be too cheap. But you’re not worth any more, are you? Certainly not a hundred dollars. I’ll have to think about it.”Hannah continued to kneel, silent and still. Her breaths came in short and sharp, strained like she had just finished running, and her eyes weren’t.