The hotel room door clicked shut behind them and Lisa knew there was no turning back. Her husband Mark sat in the corner chair like he'd been told, already rubbing the front of his pants. Across from him stood Tyrone, six-foot-three of hard muscle, dark skin gleaming under the low lamp. Lisa's white sundress felt too thin, her nipples poking hard against the fabric.
"Strip for him," Mark said, voice hoarse. "Show him what that married white pussy looks like."
Lisa's hands shook as she pulled the dress over her head. No bra. Tiny white thong. Tyrone's eyes dragged over her pale tits, her soft belly, the way her thighs rubbed together. He didn't smile. Just unbuckled his belt and let his cock swing out, heavy, veined, already half-hard and thicker than anything she'd ever taken.
"Fuck," Lisa whispered. Her cunt clenched on nothing.
Tyrone stepped close, grabbed a handful of her blonde hair and pulled her down to her knees. "Open that pretty mouth, white girl. Get this black dick wet."
She did. Tongue out, lips stretching wide around the fat head. The taste was musky and strong. She gagged when he pushed deeper, spit running down her chin onto her tits. Tyrone fucked her face slow and steady, holding her head with both hands while Mark watched from the chair, breathing fast.
"Look at your wife sucking black cock," Tyrone said. "She ain't never had nothing like this, has she?"
Mark groaned. "No. Never. She's been a good girl till tonight."
Tyrone pulled out, strings of spit connecting her lips to his glistening shaft. He hauled her up, spun her around and bent her over the bed. One big hand yanked the thong aside. Two thick fingers shoved straight into her soaked pussy.
"Damn, she's dripping. This married cunt's ready to get blacked."
Lisa moaned loud when he replaced his fingers with the real thing. The stretch burned. Inch after thick inch forced her open until her walls fluttered and she came just from being filled. Tyrone didn't wait. He started pounding, hips slapping her pale ass, the wet sound of her pussy taking every stroke filling the room.
Mark had his dick out now, stroking fast. "Harder. Fuck her harder."
Tyrone obliged. He gripped her hips, pulled her back onto him, balls slapping her clit with every thrust. Lisa's tits swung, her voice breaking into high whimpers every time he bottomed out. "Oh god, it's too big, it's too fucking big"
"You love it," Tyrone growled. "Say it.
Tell your husband you love this black dick."
"I love it!" she cried. "I love getting blacked! Don't stop!"
He flipped her onto her back, hooked her legs over his shoulders and drove in deep again. Her pussy lips clung to his dark shaft on every out-stroke, shiny with cream. He leaned down, sucked one pink nipple hard, then the other, marking her skin with his mouth. Lisa came again, cunt pulsing around him, squirting a little down his balls.
Tyrone pulled out, flipped her onto all fours facing Mark, and slammed back in. "Watch your wife get bred, man. Watch this black cock own her."
Mark's hand moved faster on his own smaller dick. Lisa locked eyes with him while Tyrone railed her from behind, one hand wrapped around her throat, the other smacking her ass red. Every thrust shoved her forward so her face was inches from Mark's.
"She's mine now," Tyrone said. "This white wife is getting blacked every week from now on. You hear me?"
"Yes," Lisa gasped. "Yes, please"
Tyrone grunted, buried himself to the root and unloaded. Hot, thick pulses flooded her pussy, leaking out around his shaft and dripping onto the sheets. He kept fucking through it, pushing his cum deeper until Lisa came one more time, shaking and sobbing with pleasure.
When he finally pulled out, a creamy mess ran down her thighs. Tyrone wiped his cock across her lips and she licked it clean without being told.
Mark came in his own hand, eyes glassy.
Tyrone slapped her ass one last time. "Same time next week. Tell your husband to book the room."
Lisa stayed on her knees, cum still leaking from her well-used hole, already nodding.
