Chapter 4: Climax
Her climax left her in a greater state of lust. It only increased the fog in her mind. Something was telling her this was all wrong but she didn’t know how to stop.
“Desmond, I don’t know if I can do this,” she admitted but he just shook his head.
“Shush. Just feel.” he commanded, his fingers still working her pussy.
“You’re already so fucking wet, and you want this. Your body wants this,” he whispered in her ear, his voice sending shivers down her spine.
“I want to feel you against me. I want you to feel that thick, black cock inside when I cum,” he growled, his fingers increasing the pace.
Emily gasped, her body trembling with desire as she imagined Desmond’s cock filling her. Then she thought of Mark. “I can’t…. My boyfriend he…” Desmond cut her off.
“Baby girl, you ain’t got no boyfriend anymore. You're mine now." He took his fingers out of her, and she gasped, feeling the loss of his touch. But he spun her around so fast, she didn't have time to protest. He pushed her against the wall, his body pressing against hers.
She could feel the hard length of his cock against her ass, and she whimpered, her pussy aching for it. She looked up at him, her eyes wide. "I can't," she said, but her voice lacked conviction.
The heat between her thighs was a scorching inferno, her pussy clenching and unclenching with need. She wanted to feel him inside her, this black man with his thick cock and his rough hands.
Desmond chuckled, a low, delicious rumble that sent shivers down her spine. "You can, and you will, baby girl. But first, I want you to taste me."
He slid a hand around her waist, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he turned her to face him. Emily's breath hitched as she looked up into his dark eyes, her heart pounding like a drum in her chest.
She could feel the heat radiating off his body, could smell the musk of his arousal mixed with the intoxicating scent of 'Bad Bitch' and 'Wet Pussy'. Her body ached with a need she couldn't ignore, her pussy throbbing and soaked with desire.
Desmond's lips curled into a wicked grin, his hands gripping her hips as he forced her to her knees. "Open that pretty little mouth, baby girl," he growled, his voice thick with desire.
Emily hesitated for a moment, her mind still foggy with confusion and desire. But her body knew what it wanted, and it was desperate for more.
“be that bad bitch, isn’t it hot to cheat on your boyfriend?” Desmond suggested.
Emily's eyes flicked up to meet Desmond's, a mix of fear and desire swirling in her gaze. She hesitated for a moment, her mind still foggy with confusion and the overwhelming need that was coursing through her veins.
She leaned forward, tentatively, and took the head of Desmond's cock into her mouth. He groaned, his hands tightening in her hair, a low, guttural sound that sent shivers down her spine. "That's it, baby girl. Take it all in.
Make sure you learn every inch of me," Desmond demanded, his voice laced with raw lust. Emily whimpered around his cock, her mouth filling with the taste of him. Salty and musky, it was a scent and flavor that was entirely new to her, but one that she craved more of. She wanted to be a bad bitch, to do filthy things and enjoy them. She wanted to know what it felt like to be desired, to be taken, to be used.
Desmond began to move his hips, fucking her mouth with slow, deliberate thrusts. He wasn't gentle, but Emily didn't want gentle.
She wanted to be used, to be taken hard and fast. She took him deeper, her lips and tongue working in tandem to pleasure him. Desmond let out a low growl, his hips moving faster, his grip on her hair tightening. "Fuck, baby girl, you're a natural. You were born to suck cock."
Emily moaned around him, the vibrations sending shivers through Desmond's body. He could feel the heat building in his balls, his cock throbbing and ready to explode. But he wasn't done with her yet.
He pulled out of her mouth with a pop, his cock glistening with her spit.
“fuck, I can’t wait to use you and toss you out like the trash you are” Desmond mocked.
Emily’s cheeks flushed with heat at his words, her body aching for him, her pussy throbbing with need. She wanted to be used, to be fucked like the filthy little slut she was turning into.
Desmond grabbed her by the back of the neck, his fingers digging into her flesh as he forced her to stand. "Turn around, bitch. I want to see that ass," he growled, his voice thick with desire.
Emily complied, turning to face the chase lounge. She spread her legs wide, her hands flat against the plush surface as she arched her back, pushing her ass out towards him. She could feel his eyes on her body. Ready to use her like some cheap whore easily tossed!
Desmond groaned, his cock painfully hard as he stepped up behind her. He gripped her hip with one hand, his other reaching around to palm her breast. He squeezed hard, making her gasp, her back arching further.
"Fuck, you have a perfect body," he muttered, his breath hot on her neck. He pinched her nipple, rolling it between his fingers until she moaned. "You like that, don't you, bitch? You like being handled rough."
Emily bit her lip, her body trembling with anticipation. She could feel the heat of his cock against her ass, could smell the musky scent of his arousal.
Her body was on fire, her pussy aching and dripping with need. She wanted him inside her, wanted to feel him stretch her, fill her.
Desmond's grip on her hip tightened, and he let out a low growl. "You're so fucking wet, baby girl. Your pussy's dripping for me, isn't it?"
Emily whimpered, nodding her head against his chest. "Yes... Yes, it is," she admitted, her voice thick with desire.
Desmond chuckled, a low, dark sound that sent shivers down her spine. "Good.
Because I'm going to fuck you so hard, you'll be screaming my name," Desmond growled, his cock throbbing against her ass. Emily's breath hitched, her body trembling with anticipation.
Desmond grabbed her by the hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he guided her onto the chaise lounge. "On your hands and knees, bitch. Show me that ass," he commanded, his voice thick with lust.
Emily complied, her heart pounding in her chest as she assumed the position. She could feel Desmond's gaze on her body, his eyes roaming over her curves like a predator.
one last thought screamed at her asking what she was doing, he DID this to her and now she was going to let him use her?
No! But her body was telling her otherwise, her pussy was throbbing and begging for his thick cock to fill her, stretch her, use her.
Desmond lined up his cock at her entrance, the head of it pushing against her, teasing her. "You ready for this, baby girl?" he growled, his hands gripping her hips tight.
Emily couldn't help but moan out, her back arching, trying to push back onto him. She needed him, wanted him, craved him.
“please…. Don’t… “ she whispered but she pushed back against that hard tip just the same!
She couldn’t fucking help it. Her body was craving his cock like a fucking drug and she was so beyond the point of no return that there wasn’t any fucking going back.
Spreading her legs a little wider, she opened herself up to him completely. "Fuck me, Desmond," she begged, her voice hoarse with need. "Please, fuck me hard. I need your cock inside me."
Desmond let out a low, growling laugh. "You're gonna get what you want, baby girl. But first, I want to hear you beg for it."
Emily was beyond caring about how she sounded or what she was saying.
Her body ached for Desmond's cock, and she was desperate for him to fill her. "Please, Desmond. I need your cock inside me. I need you to fuck me hard. Make me your little slut, your filthy bitch. Please, God, please fuck me!"
Desmond chuckled, the sound low and dark. "Fuck, you're a dirty little thing, aren't you? Begging for my cock like a little whore."
He spit on his hand, using the saliva to slick up his cock before pushing the head against her entrance.
He rubbed it against her wetness, coating himself in her arousal before he pushed in, inch by agonizing inch.
Emily groaned, the sensation of his thick cock filling her unlike anything she'd ever felt before. She was so full, stretched beyond what she thought possible. Desmond groaned behind her, his fingers gripping her hips tighter as he sank deeper into her.
"Fuck, you're tight," he muttered, his voice a low growl. "But you're taking me so fucking good, baby girl."
Emily pushed back against him, trying to take him deeper.
"More," she moaned, her body aching with the need to be filled more completely. "Give me all of it, Desmond. I want it all."
Desmond chuckled darkly, a sound that sent shivers down Emily's spine. "Oh, you're gonna get every fucking inch of it, bitch. You're gonna take all of my cock like a good little slut."
He pulled back, his cock nearly slipping out of her before he thrust forward again, burying himself deep inside her. Emily cried out, her body tensing as he hit that spot deep within her that sent waves of pleasure coursing through her.
Desmond groaned, his grip on her hips tightening as he began to move, his cock sliding in and out of her with slow, deliberate thrusts. "That's it, baby girl, take it all," he growled, his voice laced with raw lust. "Take that big, black cock like a good little slut."
Emily moaned, her breath coming in short, ragged pants as she pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts with her own. She could feel every inch of him, every vein and ridge of his thick cock as it slid in and out of her.
Her body was on fire, her pussy aching and throbbing with each thrust. Desmond was right; she was taking his cock like a good little slut, her body craving every inch of him.
Desmond's grip on her hips tightened, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he began to move faster. "That's right, baby girl. Take that cock," he growled, his voice a low, primal rumble that sent shivers down Emily's spine.
With each thrust, Desmond's hips snapped forward, his pelvis slapping against her ass with a loud, wet smack that resonated through the room. You like feeling that big, black cock stretching your tight little pussy."
Emily moaned, her breath coming in short, ragged pants as she pushed back to meet his thrusts, her body aching and desperate for more. "Yes... yes, I fucking love it," she gasped, her voice thick with lust. "Fuck me harder, Desmond.
“all you sluts turn out the same way, and I get first crack on every one after you get a hit of my scents” Desmond bragged while pumping Emily’s fattening black cunt!
“That’s not true. This isn’t right. I should stop. I need to stop,” Emily thought, but the words refused to leave her lips. Her body gave in to the pleasure, to the filth, to the desire to be used and abused.
“Fuck me, Desmond. Make me your little slut,” she begged, her voice hoarse and desperate.
Desmond chuckled, a low, dark sound that sent shivers down Emily's spine. "You're already mine, baby girl.
You took my scent, and now you're going to take my cock like a good little slut," Desmond growled, his voice a low, primal rumble that sent more shivers down Emily's spine. He pulled back, his cock nearly slipping out of her, before he thrust forward again, burying himself deep inside her. This time, he didn't pull back. He began to move with a brutal intensity, his hips snapping forward with each thrust, his cock slamming into her with a force that made her whole body shake.
Emily cried out, her hands gripping the plush fabric of the chaise lounge as she pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts with her own desperate need.
"Fuck, your pussy is so tight, baby girl," Desmond groaned, his fingers digging into her hips as he relentlessly pounded into her. "You wish I would make you my girl, but you are just a cheap pump and dump."
Emily could only moan in response, her body on fire with a pleasure she had never known before.
She was stretched so full, her inner walls clenching and unclenching around Desmond's thick cock. Every thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her, leaving her breathless and desperate for more.
Desmond's grip on her hips tightened, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he continued to pound into her with brutal force. Take this cock. Take every fucking inch of it," he growled, his voice thick with lust.
Emily could feel the sweat dripping down her spine, her body slippery and sweaty as Desmond's hips slapped against her ass with each thrust.
The room was filled with the sounds of their fucking - the wet, slapping sounds of their bodies coming together, the grunts and moans escaping from their throats, the rustling of the plush velvet under them.
Desmond's fingers dug into her hips, his grip unyielding as he continued to fuck her with relentless force. "Take it, baby girl. You were made for this, weren't you? You were made to be fucked hard and used," he growled, his voice laced with lust and dominance.
Emily could only moan in response, her body on fire with pleasure.
She felt like a ragdoll, being handled and used by Desmond. Her pussy was clenching and unclenching around his thick cock, milking him with every thrust. She could feel her climax building, her body tensing as the pressure grew. I'm close. I'm so fucking close," she panted, her breath coming in rapid gasps. "Not yet, baby girl. You're not coming until I say so," he growled, his hips continuing their relentless pace.
"Please, Desmond," Emily begged, her body trembling with need. "I need to come so bad."
Desmond chuckled, the sound dark and cruel. "You'll come when I say so, you little slut. And not a second before."
Emily whimpered, her body aching with the need for release. She pushed back against him, her body desperate for more. "Fuck, Desmond, please. I can't take it anymore."
Desmond's grip on her hips tightened, his fingers digging into her flesh as he continued to pound into her with brutal force. "Beg for it, baby girl.
then he leaned forward with a wicked grin, “what about that pathetic boyfriend out front? Don’t you want to cum on his cock” Desmond teased maliciously. Emily hesitated for only a moment, the thought of Mark’s face filling her mind. But the heat between her thighs and the relentless pounding of Desmond’s cock deep inside her was too much. She knew she couldn’t stop now, even if she wanted to.
"Yes, fuck me harder," she finally moaned. "I want to come all over your cock. I want to feel that thick, black cock explode inside me."
Desmond let out a low growl, "That's my fucking girl. Now beg me, bitch.
Beg me to fill your worthless cunt with my cum. Tell me you want it, need it, crave it," Desmond demanded, his voice low and guttural.
Emily could feel the heat building in her lower belly, her body trembling with the need for release. She was so close, her climax teetering on the edge, waiting for Desmond's command. I need your cum inside me. I want to feel you fill me up, use me, make me your dirty little slut," Emily begged, her voice hoarse with desire.
“beg me to make you a single mom” he said coldly. Emily whimpered, her body tensing as she tried to process his words. He wanted her to get pregnant with his child? He wanted her to have his baby? Her mind was a whirlwind of confusion and desire, her body screaming for release. But she knew this was wrong, so very wrong.
“Please, Desmond,” she begged, tears stinging her eyes. “I-I can’t. I don’t want to be a single mom.”
Desmond chuckled darkly, his cock still buried deep inside her. “You don’t have a choice, bitch. You took my scent, and now you’re going to take my baby. You won’t cum until you ruin your life!” He gloated , his voice laced with cruelty and dominance. “You’ll beg for more and more of my cock until you’re filled to the brim with my seed, marking you as mine.”
Emily couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of her mouth. “Yes, please, Desmond. Fill me up. I want your cum inside me. I want to be yours.” She panted, her body trembling with the need for release and the horror of what she was saying.
Desmond's grip on her hips tightened even more, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he began to slam into her with brutal force.
“you won’t be mine, you’ll be just another black single mom, probably jobless living off the government” he smiled cruelly.
Emily gasped, tears streaming down her face. She was horrified by what she was hearing, but her body was still aching for his cock. The filth and depravity of their conversation only seemed to enhance her desire.
“You could still walk away, you’ll stay a horny black bitch but at least you won’t be knocked up, then most likely fall into ghetto living,” he offered, sure she wouldn’t be able to resist the end result.
Emily’s body tensed, her mind racing with thoughts of her old life, her boyfriend, her job. But her body was aching, her pussy throbbing with need. She pushed back against Desmond, taking him deeper. "I can't... I don't want this... but I can't stop," she admitted, her voice thick with lust and desperation.
Desmond chuckled, a dark, dangerous sound that sent shivers down Emily's spine. You can't stop. You’ll milk my cock and love ruining your life” he promised her. “Beg me to ruin your life, beg for all the things you hate but will do for my cock! He accentuated the demand by pushing his thumb into her asshole!
Emily's mouth opened in a silent scream, the mixture of pain and pleasure sending her reeling.
"I-I can't..." she started, her breath coming in short gasps. "I don't want this."
But her body betrayed her, her hips pushing back against the intrusion. "You do want it, bitch," Desmond growled, his voice thick with lust. "You want to be my filthy little slut, don't you?"
His other hand snaked around to her clit, rubbing it vigorously. Emily cried out, her body convulsing with the sensation. "Oh God, yes...
God, yes," Emily moaned, her body shaking with the intensity of the pleasure coursing through her. Desmond's thumb slipped deeper into her ass, the burning sensation sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. She could feel every inch of him, his cock filling her pussy, his thumb in her ass, and his fingers working her clit.
“That’s it, you little slut,” Desmond groaned, his voice thick with desire. “Take it all.
Emily’s lips quivered “make me a single mama, make me a section 8 hoe, I don’t care I just need you cock! I’m…. Right….. there!” She gasp!
“ Oh, fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Yes, yes, yes!” Emily cried out, her body convulsing around Desmond’s cock and thumb. The pleasure was overwhelming, unlike anything she had ever felt before. Her pussy clenched and unclenched around his thick cock, milking him with every thrust.
“That’s it, baby girl. Take my cock and my thumb. You’re a fucking pro at this, aren’t you?” Desmond taunted, his voice thick with lust. He began to move his thumb in time with his cock, fucking both her ass and pussy with equal vigor.
The sensation was overwhelming, and Emily could feel her climax building with every thrust. Her body was a mess of sweat and desire, her skin slapping against Desmond's as he pounded into her with relentless force.
"Oh fuck, you feel so good," Desmond groaned, his voice thick with lust. "Your pussy is so fucking tight, baby girl. And your ass... fuck, you take my thumb like a fucking champion."
Emily could only gasp and moan in response, her body shaking with pleasure as Desmond continued to fuck her with brutal force.
“I’m gonna…!” He warned!
“You gonna cum all over my cock like the little whore you are! Right fucking now!” he demanded.
Emily shrieked as her body tensed, her back arching, her mouth opening in a silent scream of ecstasy. It felt like time stood still as her climax slammed into her, waves of pleasure crashing over her, drowning her in sensation. Her pussy clamped down on Desmond's cock, milking him with every pulse, while her ass squeezed his thumb, drawing it deeper inside her. Her body convulsed, her muscles spasmed, and her mind shattered into a million pieces of pure, unadulterated bliss.
Desmond's cock throbbed, his body tensing as he felt Emily's pussy clamp down on him like a vice. He roared, his hips snapping forward, burying himself even deeper within her.
"Fuck, baby girl, you're milking my cock so fucking good," he growled, his voice thick with lust and satisfaction. His thumb slipped out of her ass, replaced by two fingers, stretching her, filling her, making her feel even more used.
Emily screamed, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm.
She could feel every inch of Desmond's cock, every ridge and vein, as her pussy clamped down on him, milking him for every last drop of his cum.
Desmond groaned, a deep, primal sound that sent shivers down Emily's spine. He pounded into her with brutal force, his hips slapping against her ass with each thrust. "Fuck, yes, baby girl. Take that cock. Milk it like the little whore you are," he growled, his voice thick with lust.
His fingers continued to work her clit, rubbing it vigorously as he fucked her with relentless force.
Emily could feel her orgasm building again, her body tensing with anticipation. You're going to cum again for me, aren't you?" Desmond growled, his voice thick with lust. "You're going to cum all over my cock like a good little slut."
Emily could only moan her agreement, her body shaking with pleasure. She felt like she was on the edge of a cliff, ready to fall into the abyss of ecstasy.
"Cum for me, baby girl," Desmond commanded, his fingers moving faster on her clit. "Cum all over my cock.
Now."
Desmond's command was harsh, but Emily was beyond caring. Her body was a fireworks show of sensation, every nerve ending on high alert, every muscle taut and ready. She couldn't deny him, couldn't deny herself. She wanted this, wanted him, needed this filthy, raw release.
She felt the pressure building, her muscles tensing, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "Yes... yes, I'm cumming... I'm cumming all over your cock!" she cried out, her voice hoarse and desperate.
"Oh, God, yes! Fuck, yes!"
Emily's body convulsed as her second orgasm crashed over her, leaving her shaking and trembling. Desmond's cock throbbed inside her, the pleasure so intense it was almost painful.
"Fuck, baby girl, you're squeezing my cock so fucking tight," Desmond groaned, his hips moving in short, sharp thrusts as he rode out her orgasm. "You're going to make me cum if you keep doing that."
Emily could only moan in response, her body still clenching and unclenching around him.
She was so oversensitized, every touch, every thrust sent another wave of pleasure crashing through her. "You're squeezing my cock so fucking good, baby girl. You're gonna make me cum if you keep doing that."
Emily felt a sense of pride wash over her. She was pleasing him, making him feel as good as he was making her feel. She wanted to make him cum, wanted to feel his hot seed filling her up. Take my cock.
Desmond was on the edge of busting his second load into her. If she wasn’t pregnant before, she definitely will be after this!
Desmond's dick slapped against her cervix with every thrust, filling and stretching her beyond what she thought possible.
“Take that black cock, bitch. This is what your body was made for, isn’t it?” Desmond grunted, his hands gripping her hips so hard she knew there would be bruises later.
Emily could only moan and nod, her mind a whirlwind of sensation and filthy thoughts. She was desperate to please him, desperate to make him cum inside her.
“Fuck, your pussy feels so good,” Desmond groaned, his voice thick with lust. “It’s like a fucking vise around my cock.
You gonna make me fucking burst any second now,” Desmond groaned, his grip on her hips tightening as he pounded into her with relentless force.
Emily whimpered, her body shaking with the intensity of the pleasure coursing through her. “Please, Desmond… I want your cum. I want you to fill me up. Make me yours completely,” she begged, her voice ragged and desperate.
Desmond let out a low, primal growl. “You’re fucking mine already, baby girl. But you’re gonna take every fucking drop of my cum inside you.
I’m gonna fill you up so fucking full, you’ll be walking funny for a week,” Desmond growled, his cock slamming into her with even more force.
Emily could only moan in response, her body on fire with pleasure and pain. She could feel the heat of his cum building up in his balls, his cock throbbing and pulsing inside her. She wanted it. Needed it. Craved it.
“Please, Desmond. Please fill me up. I want to feel you mark me as yours,” Emily begged, her voice barely a whisper.
She could feel the heat building between her legs, her body shaking with the need for release.
Desmond chuckled darkly, his cock sliding in and out of her with slow, deliberate thrusts. “Pathetic fucking cunt,” he hissed, his voice thick with desire. “Begging to be filled up like a little whore. You want that, don’t you? You want to feel my cum filling you up, turning you into my little baby mama?”
Emily whimpered, her body trembling with the need to come. “Yes… yes, I do,” she admitted, her voice thick with lust.
Desmond growled in response, his cock throbbing inside her as he felt her admit what she truly wanted.
“You’re gonna get exactly what you asked for, bitch,” he hissed, his hips snapping forward, his cock practically slamming into her cervix. Emily gasped, her body convulsing with pain and pleasure as he filled her completely.
“Oh, fuck, that’s it. You like that, don’t you? You like feeling every inch of this big, black cock deep inside your pathetic little cunt,” Desmond taunted, his voice dark and cruel.
“You like knowing that I’m going to breed you, turn you into my little baby mama, don’t you?”
Emily could only nod, her body wracked with sobs and pleasure. She had never felt so used, so utterly taken and claimed by a man before. Desmond’s words were filthy and degrading, but they sent shivers down her spine and made her pussy clench around his cock.
“That’s right, baby girl. You’re going to take every fucking drop of my cum inside you.
Every last fucking drop. And you’re gonna love it, baby girl. You’re gonna love feeling me fill you up, mark you as mine.” Desmond’s voice was low and guttural, sending shivers down Emily’s spine as he continued to pound into her with brutal force.
Every thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body, but it was the filthy words and the cruelty in his voice that sent her spiraling toward another orgasm. She could feel the heat building in her core, the pressure mounting with each thrust of his thick cock.
“I’m close, Desmond.
I’m going to cum,” Emily panted, her body trembling with anticipation.
“No, you don’t,” Desmond growled, his hips slowing, denying her the release she so desperately needed. “Not until I tell you to.”
Emily whimpered in protest, her body aching with need. Please let me cum. I need it so bad.”
Desmond chuckled, a dark, sinister sound that sent shivers down Emily’s spine. “You’ll cum when I say so, baby girl. And right now, I want you to beg for it.
I want you to fucking plead with me to let you cum, to fill that dirty cunt of yours with my seed. You know you want it, baby girl. You want to feel my cum deep inside you, marking you as mine. So fucking beg for it."
Emily moaned, her body already on the edge, her clit throbbing with need. I need to cum so fucking bad. I need to feel your cum inside me. Please, I'm begging you."
Desmond's voice was like velvet, dark and thick with lust. "That's my good little slut.
Now, let me hear you beg for it, baby girl. Beg me to fill that worthless cunt of yours with my hot, sticky seed. Make me believe you really want it," Desmond growled, his cock throbbing deep inside her as he forced her to submit to him completely.
Emily's body shook with desperate need, her clit aching and throbbing with each agonizingly slow thrust of his thick cock. "Please, Desmond... I need to cum... Fill me up, mark me as yours.
Please, I'm begging you," Emily pleaded, her voice ragged and desperate. She could feel the heat building between her legs, her body shaking with need as Desmond continued to tease her. "You're a pathetic little slut, aren't you? Begging for my cum like a good little bitch," he taunted, his hips moving slower, denying her the release she so desperately craved. I can't take it anymore. I need to come.
I can't take this anymore," she gasped, her voice hoarse with desperation. Please let me come. I need to feel you mark me as yours."
Desmond chuckled, a dark, sinister sound that sent shivers down Emily's spine. "You're pathetic, you know that? Begging for my cum like a filthy little whore." He pulled out of her, his cock glistening with her juices.
Emily whimpered, feeling the loss of him immediately.
“You’ve had enough, get your cock elsewhere, but I’ll give you a heads up. You won’t be satisfied unless you are fucking raw black cock. So your life is going to be spent on you back taking cocks and pushing out bastards while living on welfare” Desmond laughed.
Emily had no reply. She was already on the brink of tears, her body aching for his cock. It was like he had cast a spell over her, turning her into a insatiable slut who craved nothing but his cock.
Desmond pulled out of her, his cock glistening with her juices. He kicked her legs open wider, forcing her to spread them obscenely. "Show me that cunt," he demanded, his voice thick with lust. "Show me that dirty, used cunt."
Emily whimpered, her cheeks flushing with heat as she spread her legs wider, exposing her pussy to his gaze.
She was dripping with her own arousal and his cum, a filthy sight that made her feel even more used.
Desmond growled in approval, his eyes roaming over her body like a predator. "Fucking look at you," he muttered, his voice thick with lust. "You're so fucking wet and ready for more cock, aren't you?"
Emily bit her lip, her body trembling with need. She couldn't deny it. She was aching for more, craving the feeling of being filled and used. "Yes," she admitted, her voice barely a whisper.
"I want more cock. I need it."
Desmond grinned, a wicked, cruel smile that sent shivers down Emily's spine. "Good little slut," he purred, his hand moving to grip his cock, stroking it slowly as he admired her open, used cunt. "You're insatiable, aren't you?"
Emily could only nod, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps. Desmond's eyes roamed over her body, taking in every inch of her, every curve and dip. He licked his lips, his gaze lingering on her swollen, abused pussy.
“maybe if you get to a corner quickly some one could pick you up, word of advice even if you need it bad, charge for it at least a little” he laughed.
Emily felt her cheeks flush with both humiliation and arousal. She was drenched in sweat, her body trembling from the rough fucking she had just received. Her pussy was throbbing, her clit aching from the friction of Desmond's fingers. She could feel her juices dripping down her thighs, a constant reminder of the filthy act that had just taken place.
“You’re a mess, baby girl,” Desmond chuckled, his eyes roaming over her body. “Your pussy lips are swollen, your clit is red and sensitive, and you’re dripping with my cum.
You look like a fucking whore who just got her pussy demolished,” Desmond taunted, his eyes devouring every inch of her exposed flesh.
Emily couldn't help but whimper at his words, her pussy clenching at the humiliation and arousal that coursed through her veins. She was a mess, her body aching and throbbing from the brutal fucking she had just endured. But god, she craved more. She needed more.
“Stand up,” Desmond commanded, his voice harsh and demanding. Emily complied, her body shaking as she stood before him, her legs trembling beneath her weight.
She could feel the hot stickiness of their combined juices dripping down her thighs, her pussy still throbbing with the aftershocks of their fuck session.
Desmond's eyes roamed over her body, his gaze lingering on the red welts and bruises that were already beginning to form on her hips and thighs. He grinned, a wicked, satisfied smile that made Emily's stomach flutter with a mix of fear and desire.
"Turn around," he ordered, his voice a low growl.
Emily obeyed, feeling a shiver run down her spine as she presented her backside to him.
Desmond gave her ass a firm slap, now get yo ass out of my store, don’t need no sluts hanging around bringing down the class.
And remember what I said, your life is going to be spent on your back taking cocks and pushing out bastards while living on welfare” he laughed.
Desmond massaged the swollen, red flesh of Emily's ass cheeks, smirking at the sight of his handprints. Emily let out a soft moan, her knees trembling as she tried to hold her position. She didn't want to leave, not yet. She wanted more, craved more of Desmond's filthy touch, his rough hands, his thick cock.
She turned to face him, her eyes pleading, her body aching for more. "Please, Desmond," she begged, "I need more. I can't stop thinking about your cock inside me, stretching me, filling me."
Desmond smiled, a wicked grin that sent shivers down her spine. "You're a greedy little slut, aren't you?" he said, his voice low and dangerous. "You can't get enough of this black cock, can you?"
Emily shook her head, her cheeks flushing with heat. "No, I can't," she admitted, her voice thick with desire.
"I don't want to stop. I need more."
Desmond's eyes darkened, his gaze roaming over her body like a predator. He took a step closer, towering over her as he grabbed her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "No, get your slutty ass out of here before I sell you to a pimp” he threatened!
Emily's eyes widened in shock, her body trembling with a mix of fear and excitement.
"P-please, Desmond," she stammered, her body aching for more of his touch, his cock. "I-I'll do anything. Just don't sell me. Please."
"Then take your skanky ass elsewhere!” He demanded.
Gesturing to the door. Emily's eyes darted to the exit, her mind a whirlwind of confusion and raw need. She didn't want to leave, didn't want to walk away from the intense pleasure and humiliation that Desmond had brought out in her. But she also knew that she had no choice. She had to go, had to leave before she got in any deeper than she already was.
She took a shaky step towards the door, her body protesting the movement. Every muscle ached, every nerve ending still tingling with residual pleasure. She looked back at Desmond one last time, her eyes meeting his.
She saw the cruel smirk on his face, the knowledge that he had her right where he wanted her. She was just another black street walker.
She had no name, no history, no future. She was just a body, a vessel for pleasure and pain. She was just another black single mom, pushing out bastards while living on welfare.
But she was also a slut. A filthy, desperate slut who would do anything for the next fix. The next hit. The next cock.
She stood on the corner, her body shivering in the cold, her skin exposed to the harsh elements. She wore barely anything, just enough to cover her nipples and pussy. She needed to be visible, available. She needed to be taken, used, discarded. And if she wanted a place to sleep tonight she was going to have to find some one fast!
This wasnt hard, seeing how she was standing on a well known corner for hookers, drug addicts and teenagers looking to make a quick buck.
It didnt take long for someone to pull over, a black SUV with tinted windows. Emily got in, her legs still shaking from what had just happened back at the shop.
“So, what’s up, girl?” the man in the driver’s seat asked. He was big, muscular, and black, just like Desmond. Emily’s pussy clenched at the memory of his cock.
She had never felt so full, so used, so owned.
"What's your name, girl?" the man asked, his eyes roaming over her body like a predator.
"Emily," she replied, her voice shaking with a mix of fear and anticipation.
The man chuckled, a low, dark sound that sent shivers down her spine. "You look fresh, Emily. What makes a nice girl like you decide to turn tricks?"
Emily hesitated, unsure of how to respond. She didn't want to tell him the truth, didn't want to admit the depths of her depravity.
Instead, she lied, "I need money. I... I have bills to pay, and this is the easiest way to do it."
The man chuckled, his eyes never leaving hers. "Well, that's a start. But I need to see what I'm paying for, you know? I need to see what all the fuss is about."
Emily hesitated, her body tensing as she realized what he wanted. She thought about saying no, about getting out of the car and walking away. But her body was aching for more, craving the filthy touch of another man.
"Please," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I...
I need it," she admitted, her voice thick with desire. She could feel her body begging for more, aching for another guy to use her, to fill her, to make her feel dirty and used all over again.
The man nodded, a smug smile spreading across his face. "That's what I like to hear. Get on your knees, bitch, and show me what that pretty little mouth can do."
Emily hesitated for a moment, her mind racing with a mix of fear and excitement. She had never done this before, had never been on her knees for a stranger, had never taken a cock in her mouth that wasn't attached to someone she cared about.
But here she was, on her knees in the backseat of a stranger's car, her mouth watering at the thought of taking his cock deep into her throat.
"Come on, bitch. Don't make me wait," the man growled, his hand fisting in her hair, pulling her head back roughly.
Emily hesitated for a moment, her breath hitching in her chest as she looked up at the man through her lashes. He was big, muscular, with a thick cock already peeking out from his jeans, eager and ready. She licked her lips, her mouth suddenly dry with anticipation.
Taking a deep breath, she leaned forward, her hand reaching out to grasp the thick shaft straining against his jeans. The man let out a low groan, his hips bucking forward slightly at her touch. She unbuttoned his pants, her fingers brushing against his hot, hard flesh, sending a jolt of excitement through her.
With a swift movement, she pulled his cock free from his briefs, and it sprang out, thick and throbbing in her face. She licked her lips again, her pussy clenching at the sight of it.
She wanted to taste him, to feel his thick cock in her mouth, to make him groan and writhe. She leaned forward, wrapping her lips around the head of his cock, moaning softly at the taste of him. She was surprised by how much she enjoyed it, how much it turned her on. She was like a fucking addict, craving the taste of cock.
The man groaned, his hips bucking forward slightly, pushing more of his cock into her mouth. "That's it, bitch. Take it all. Show me what you can do," he commanded, his voice thick with lust.
He tangled his fingers in her hair, gripping tightly and pushing her head down, forcing her to take more of his cock. Emily gagged slightly, her eyes watering as she adjusted to the size and thickness of him. She relaxed her throat, taking him deeper, her lips meeting his pubic hair.
"Fuck, yeah," the man groaned, his hips moving, fucking her face with slow, steady thrusts. "Take that big cock like a good little slut. You like that, don't you? You like having a big, black cock in your mouth, don't you?"
Emily moaned around his cock, the vibrations sending shivers through him.
She relaxed her throat further, taking him deeper, until her nose was pressed against his lower abdomen. He groaned, his hips picking up the pace, fucking her face with more force.
“Fuck yes, that’s it. Take that big, black cock. You’re a natural, little slut. You were made to suck cock,” he praised, his voice thick with lust.
Emily whimpered, her nipples hardening at his words. She loved being called a slut, loved being degraded. It was like she was under a spell, craving the filthy things he said and did to her.
She was a slut, a whore, a fucking cum dumpster, and she loved every second of it. She moaned around his cock, her pussy clenching with need as he continued to use her mouth like a fucking fuck toy.
The man gripped her hair tighter, his hips moving faster, fucking her throat with brutal force. "Fuck, yeah, that's it. Take it like a good little whore. You were put on this earth to suck cock, weren't you? To take every inch of it down your dirty little throat," he growled.
Emily couldn't respond, her mouth was too full of his thick, hard cock.
She sucked harder, relaxing her throat and taking him deeper, her nose pressing into his hairy pubic mound. The man groaned, his hips moving faster, fucking her face with brutal force. Suck it like the little whore you are," he commanded, his voice thick with desire. He fisted her hair tighter, pulling her head back and impaling her on his cock like a ragdoll. She gagged and choked, tears streaming down her face, but she didn't stop. She loved it, craved it, needed it.
"Fuck, your mouth is so hot and tight.
I'm gonna cum down your throat, you little slut," the man grunted, his breathing growing ragged. He began to move his hips faster, his cock thrusting deeper into Emily's mouth with each stroke. She could feel him swelling, getting closer to his release.
Emily moaned around his cock, the sound vibrating through him and making him groan. She wanted him to cum, wanted to feel him explode in her mouth. She relaxed her throat even more, taking him as deep as she could, her nose pressing against his skin.
"Fuck, yes! That's it, you little cockslut.
You're gonna take every fucking drop of it," the man groaned, his hips snapping forward, his cock ramming down Emily's throat. She gagged and choked, her eyes watering as she took his entire length, her nose pressing against his skin.
The man held her head in place, keeping her pinned to his cock, his hips moving in rapid, brutal thrusts. That's it, bitch. Take every fucking inch of this big, black cock," he growled, his voice thick with lust.
Emily couldn't breathe, couldn't think.
All she could do was focus on the thick cock stretching her throat, the raw, savage sound of him fucking her face. She could feel the heat of his body, the coarse hair of his pubic mound rubbing against her nose. Her eyes watered, her mouth flooded with spit, and her pussy throbbed with need.
The man groaned, his hips moving faster, his cock ramming deeper into Emily's throat. "Fuck, yes, you're a good little slut, aren't you? You love sucking cock, don't you?" he growled, his voice thick with lust.
"Swallow it all, you little whore. Every fucking drop."
Emily's eyes watered, tears streaming down her face as she tried to obey, but his cock was too big, too thick. She gagged and choked, spit and pre-cum dripping down her chin.
"Fuck, yes. Look at that messy little face. You're a fucking sight, you know that? A dirty little slut taking every inch of my cock like a good little bitch," he praised, his voice thick with desire.
The car filled with the wet sounds of Emily deepthroating him, his thick cock slamming against the back of her throat with each thrust.
The man groaned loudly, his fingers tightening in Emily's hair, pulling her head back even more roughly. "Fuck, I'm close, you little cocksucking whore. I'm gonna fill your throat with my hot cum. Are you ready for it?"
Emily moaned eagerly around his cock, the vibrations sending shivers through him. She nodded, her eyes watering, mascara running down her face, her makeup ruined. But she didn't care.
She was too focused on the cock in her mouth, the cock that was about to explode. She wanted to feel the hot, sticky cum shoot down her throat, marking her as a dirty little slut.
The man's body tensed, his hips snapping forward with brutal force, burying his cock deep in Emily's throat. "Fuck, yes," he snarled, his voice a guttural growl that sent shivers down Emily's spine. "Here it comes, bitch.
Open that fucking throat and swallow it all," the man grunted, his voice thick with lust as he pulled her head back roughly, impaling her on his cock one last time. His body tensed, his hips thrust hard, and with a roar, he unleashed his orgasm into Emily's mouth.
She felt the hot, thick jets of cum hit the back of her throat, filling her mouth and filling her nose with the scent of him. She gagged and choked, tears streaming down her face as she tried to swallow it all, desperate to please him, desperate to prove herself as the filthy little slut he wanted her to be.
The man groaned, his fingers still tight in her hair, holding her head in place as he continued to pump his cock into her mouth, his cum spurting into her like a hot, thick river.
"Fuck, yes, you're taking it all, aren't you? You're a good little cumslut, aren't you?" the man growled, his voice thick with lust and satisfaction.
Emily moaned around his cock, the sound vibrating through him and making him groan even louder. She wanted to please him, to be his good little cumslut.
She swallowed every drop, her throat working hard to take it all in. Finally, he pulled out, his cock glistening with her saliva and his cum. A string of it dangled from her lip to his cock. Emily looked up at him, her eyes watering and her makeup smeared. She hoped he would be pleased with her.
“That was a good first blowjob,” he said, tucking his cock back into his pants. “But don’t think that’s all you’re gonna do for me tonight.”
Emily’s eyes widened as he pulled a small baggie from his pocket and tossed it to her.
"Put that up your pussy, bitch. You're gonna keep it in there all night."
Emily hesitated, her hands shaking as she opened the small baggie and looked inside. It was full of a clear, gel-like substance. "What is it?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.
The man chuckled darkly, a wicked smile spreading across his face. "It's a numbing cream. It's gonna make your pussy numb, so you can't feel a fucking thing. It's gonna make your cunt feel like it's on fire, but you won't be able to feel a damn thing.
It's perfect for a little slut like you, who needs to be fucked raw and rough all night long," the man explained, a twisted smile on his face.
Emily swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest. She didn't want to do this, didn't want to put that in her pussy. But she knew she had no choice. She had already taken his cock in her mouth, had already swallowed his cum like a filthy little whore. Who was she to argue now?
She opened the baggie and dumped the contents into her hand. It was cold and slimy, coating her fingers with a thick, gel-like substance.
She shivered, her body tensing as she spread it around her pussy, her mind racing with a mix of fear and anticipation. Her fingers slid inside her, the sensation strange and unfamiliar. She gasped, her body tensing as the numbing cream began to take effect. It was cold, so cold that it burned, her pussy feeling like it was on fire. She whimpered, her body shaking with the sensation. The man chuckled, a dark, twisted sound that sent shivers down her spine. Get yourself all ready for me. I'm gonna fuck you raw and rough all night long, little slut.
And not just me, gonna call some friends over. The man told Emily as he started to drive to his house.
Emily's body was already tingling from the numbing cream, and her pussy felt like it was on fire. She couldn't wait for him to fuck her, to fill her with his hot, hard cock.
They pulled up to a large, expensive-looking house, and Emily's stomach fluttered with nerves. She had never been to a place like this before, had never been with a man like this before. But she was ready, eager even. She wanted this, craved it.
The man led her into the house, and Emily's eyes widened as she took in the opulence. Everything was expensive, from the furniture to the art on the walls.
It was clear that this man had money, and lots of it. Emily felt even more out of place, her cheap clothes and ruined makeup making her stand out like a sore thumb.
"Stay here," the man ordered, his voice a low growl. He disappeared into another room, leaving Emily alone in the grand foyer. She stood there for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest, her body buzzing with a mix of fear and anticipation.
A few minutes later, the man returned, followed by two other men. They were both black, both muscular, and both looked just as dangerous as the man who had picked her up.
Emily's pussy clenched at the sight of them, her body aching for their touch, their cocks. The man who had picked her up smiled, his eyes flicking over her body like a predator. "Looks like we have a new plaything," he said, his voice a low growl.
The two men grinned wickedly, their eyes roaming over her body like she was a piece of meat. Emily felt a shiver of fear run down her spine, but it was quickly replaced by a wave of desire. She wanted this, wanted to be used, wanted to be filled.
Emily was fucked all night long by the three men, her holes ravaged and used, but they did pay her well. When she woke up the next afternoon she felt broken.
Every inch of her ached, her throat was raw, and her pussy felt like it was still on fire. She looked down at herself and saw what they had done to her. Bruises covered her skin, and her thighs were sticky with dried cum. She felt used, dirty, and ashamed. But at the same time, she felt a deep sense of satisfaction. She had done what she was told, had pleased them, had taken their cocks like a good little slut.
She stumbled to the bathroom and turned on the shower, her body shaking with exhaustion and pain. As the hot water cascaded over her, she couldn't help but remember the night before.
She had been fucked raw and rough by three men, her body used and abused in ways she had never even imagined. Her pussy felt swollen, her thighs ached, and her throat was raw from the cock that had been thrust down it repeatedly. She could still smell the scent of sex and cum on her skin, and it made her feel both ashamed and aroused at the same time.
She had earned her money, though. A lot of it. More than she had ever seen in her life. She had done what she was told, had been a good little slut, and now she had enough money to start over, to leave her old life behind and never look back.