Lisas phone buzzed on the kitchen counter. Tyrones name lit up the screen. She stared at it for three seconds before answering. Her new husband was at work. Her ex-husband was in town for one night only.
Meet me at the Marriott, room 812, Tyrone said. No hello. Im hard already thinking about that married pussy.
Lisas cunt clenched. She grabbed her keys and drove straight there without changing clothes. When she knocked, the door opened fast. Tyrone stood there naked, his thick black cock already standing straight out, heavy and veined. He pulled her inside and slammed the door.
Strip, he ordered.
She peeled off her jeans and top right there in the entryway. Tyrone grabbed her tits, squeezing hard, then spun her around and bent her over the back of the couch. He spread her ass cheeks and shoved two fingers straight into her wet hole.
Still tight for a married slut, he growled. He pulled his fingers out, slapped her ass once, then drove his cock in deep on the first thrust. Lisa cried out. That familiar stretch, that thickness shed missed for two years, filled her completely. Tyrone didnt ease in. He fucked her like he owned her, hips slapping loud against her ass, balls swinging.
Tell me whose pussy this is, he demanded, pounding harder.
Yours, Lisa gasped. Fuck, its yours, Tyrone.
He reached under her and rubbed her clit in rough circles while he drilled her. Lisa came fast, legs shaking, pussy squeezing his thick shaft. Tyrone didnt stop. He kept slamming into her until she came again, then pulled out and spun her to face him.
On your knees. Suck it clean.
She dropped and took as much of his cock as she could. The taste of her own cum mixed with his skin. Tyrone grabbed her hair and fucked her mouth, pushing until she gagged, spit running down her chin onto her tits. He pulled her up, lifted one of her legs, and slid back inside her while she stood. They fucked standing, her back against the wall, his strong arms holding her up, cock pounding upward into her soaked cunt.
Gonna fill this married hole, he grunted. Youre gonna walk out leaking my load.
Lisa moaned and came again, nails digging into his shoulders. Tyrone buried himself to the balls and unloaded, thick pulses of cum flooding her. He stayed inside until he softened, then pulled out and watched his cum drip down her thighs.
They moved to the bed. Tyrone lay back and told her to ride. Lisa climbed on, guiding his cock back into her messy pussy. She bounced on it, tits swinging, while he slapped her ass and called her a cheating whore. Every time she dropped down she took him balls-deep. She came twice more before he flipped her onto her back, hooked her legs over his shoulders, and fucked her missionary style with long, hard strokes.
Beg for it, he said.
Please come in me again, Lisa begged. Fill me up. Dont stop.
Tyrone hammered her until the headboard slammed the wall. He came with a low growl, pumping another thick load deep inside her. When he finally pulled out, cum poured out of her stretched pussy onto the sheets.
They fucked twice more before checkout. Once in the shower with her hands against the tile, once with her on all fours on the floor. Each time Tyrone used her like she was still his wife, talking filthy the whole time.
When Lisa finally left the room, her legs were shaky and her panties were soaked with his cum. She drove home knowing shed be back the next time he called. Her ex-husbands black cock had ruined her for anyone else, and she didnt care.
